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18+ | 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐁 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 | 💌

𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔 minors ! kindly do not interact please 𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔

𐂴 pairings: Female-Bodied Reader X Bakugo, Aizawa, Iida, Tokoyami, Deku, Mirio, All Might, Shoto, Kirishima, Tamaki

𐂴 contains: sundress szn, aged-up students, use of quirks, (semi)public unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, daddy + mommy kink, exhibitionism, degrading w punk ass Bakugo, lotsa pet names, use of puppy with Izuku, choking, orgasm control, Aizawa’s is heavy on mating press + kink, Iida’s overstimulation, pussy spanking, tentacles w tamaki <3, feral men alert 🚨

𐂴 10k~ words total | 10 drabbles | bonus: lazy illustrations

𐂴 crispy ass low quality ass photos smh

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💥 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 ~ “OH, IT’S ON, PRINCESS.”

He’ll smile at his girl doing such a dirty, sexy thing in public, and you know what’s coming for you at home. In true Bakugo fashion, he’ll tease you right back, except do it better than you to prove that he’s the best. Karma’s a bitch, but Bakugo is the biggest bitchboy in town.

You try as hard as possible to keep the straightest face you could muster. Katsuki is looking at the cafe menu, sipping his coffee.

“So what do you want?” he grumbles, so he could order for the both of you. It’s go time. Your hand is already under the table, and finds your big thick target immediately, squeezing it firmly through his black pinstripe dress pants. Enemy spotted. His eyes lock on you, and the look in them lets you know that you just signed up for hours of poundtown and crying when you guys get home from your date. He can be so mean, too, stealing your orgasms from you until he decides it’s okay for you to cum. So really you’re signing up to be at his mercy…or lack thereof.

He snorts a little, the corners of his lips turning upwards ever so slightly.

“Really? Heh, that’s a good choice. I was going to go for the club sandwich. And you better not eat all my fries, you dirty little delinquent.” His cock starts to harden in your hand, and your fingers find his cockhead, tracing its prominent outline. You could swear you feel his pulsing veins beneath your fingertips. You keep your hand there, squeezing, then trailing to his balls…then pulling away when he twitches.

As if nothing happened, you reply,“Mm, no worries, I’ll also get the croissant and omelette, I promise to leave some of your fries for you,” you suck at keeping a straight face, as fiery eyes blink incredulously, furiously asking you why the fuck you stopped.

This time you feel his rough hand firmly grabbing your thigh, and yanking it over his big leg. His calloused palm trails right up the skirt of your yellow gingham sundress. What is he doing?

“’Katsu,” you whimper quietly to his sickly smug face. “We can’t do this here.” You both know you don’t believe the words you’re spewing.

Fluffy blonde hair swooshes left and right as he looks around dramatically to prove a point. “Says the fuck who?” his canines flash, a predator knowing there was nowhere for his prey to run. His sharp eyes, sharp teeth, sharp choker, black snakebites, the growl evident in his voice…this menacing boy has you backed into a corner. Heck, his big hand has your thigh trapped right now. He was right. What were you saying? Bakugo Katsuki never followed anyone’s rules, and never will.

You squeak when two hot, large digits rubbed you over your thin little panties. He leans in real close to you, resting a muscled forearm on top of your soft thigh. His hot breath fans against your neck and he whispers huskily in your ear, moaning a little in just the way that make your juices stir, your clit throb,

“Fuck….Y’always signing up for shit you can’t handle, Princess. Trying to put yourself in danger, like Daddy does. But you can’t pull it off, babe, wanna know why? You’re dealing with Dynamight, and don’t you forget it. Just ya wait until we get home. Trying to be a nasty little bitch in heat, you think that’s funny?” You thank the heavens that the table isn’t see through and not too many people are dining where they could see you both being absolutely filthy. You gulp. He pushes your panties aside, rubbing the ungodly amounts of slick you’ve already built up in circles around your clit.

“Little kitty cat gets so wet, huh? Is it cuz you know I could fuck you right on top of this table? I’m the number two hero, I don’t give a fuck. Does that scare you? Me showing everyone what happens to bad girls who can’t be patient and grab their boyfriend’s meat under the fucking table?” He’s babbling, and you can see his cock straining against his pants. If he was dressed in his grey sweatpants, guaranteed you’d see precum leaking through.

The thigh that wasn’t being held on top of his by his other hand, tries to shakily close around his hand but he doesn’t let up. You feel a familiar heat start to pool in your stomach and you silently plead with him to not make you cum in public, in broad daylight. You could tell he has no intentions of stopping. A big, thick finger dips in and changes your mind as it always does, making your brain get consumed with want for him, need to get filled up no matter what. It thrusts into you as his thumb keeps rubbing your clit expertly. You begin to grind stupidly into his hand, chasing your own high. His eyes, they look so hungry for you…

Just as you feel yourself getting close, he pulls away and puts your leg back down to normal as your pussy throbs and you clench around nothing. What the fuck? You glare at him, he sucks his fingers, and he licks the mug like a SLUT before sipping his coffee again.

“What’s’a matter, sweetheart?” His gruff voice feigns ignorance, and before you could reply, the server comes. x

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❤️‍🩹 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐒𝐇Ō𝐓𝐀 ~ “So You Have Chosen… Death.”

The UA High School teacher is so disciplined, such a gentleman who knows how to conduct himself maturely. Which is a total contrast to how he is behind closed doors in the bedroom. Oh, he’ll still be a gentleman, but don’t think he’ll hold back on you. He’ll teach you a thing or two about teasing him like a little brat.

You both sit in the private back part of a fancy restaurant for your anniversary dinner. Ever the classy, baked ziti at home, father of your two cats, charcuterie board mf, has taken you to a dark, sophisticated winery by the sea. His alumn who can talk to animals is caring for the fur children back at home. Now you’re sitting in what looks like a speakeasy as you overhear jazz from the main restaurant, the lights dim, and his ebony black hair falls beautifully over his cashmere sweater. An intense set of dark eyes have never looked so intense, and you can barely take it.

You hold the wine 45° and stir it a little, smelling its scent profile before taking a little sip. Berries. Spice. Old earth. Chestnut barrel. And a hint of flora.

“This one’s delicious,” you smile, and you like it because it tastes like love, it tastes how the look in his eyes feel.

“You’re delicious,” his eyes scan over your body in the sleek, velvety emerald dress you surprised him in, and you feel the heat from his smoky deep voice filling your ears and going down your esophagus with the warm wine, and making you flush. You decide to return the favor and be a little cheeky. Perhaps it’s the wine bringing out the boldness in you, or he’s trying to be a siren with his dark eyes and silken tone but you are sinking. And your foot has left its high heel and is floating.

A thin brow quirks as your pedicured foot rubs his firm thigh, then goes up, up, to the apex of his legs and fondles him through his slacks. You’re already hard. He smirks. —How could I not be?—

Teachers. They make for the best students. He’s studying you, the fall and rise of your chest, and can pick up that you’re turned on. And just like that, you both can’t wait for the dinner to be over so you could…

But you both wait. Lots of tension makes for the best of releases. You know from past experience. You continue to have eye sex, like how you did when you both would pine for each other. Years of having a crush on your tailor client, of him talking with you, of you starting to think of what his stubble must feel like on your tenderest spots, of if he likes getting his hair pulled, of will there ever be a ring on his finger one of these days? Him coming to the atelier to pick up his clothing, and looking at you in the same way he’s looking at you now, but you not being able to put a finger on it.

You would wake up from a restless sleep in your studio and wonder, why am I having dreams of my client? You’d look forward to his messages telling you how lovely of a job you’d do to fitting his clothing to accent his body…his body that you wanted all over yours. It felt like a whirlwind…a long, unblinking staring match as he lingered in picking up his clothing from you turned into him asking you out, to him bringing flowers to your work, and lots of eye contact as you realized his stubble tickles your inner thighs rough— in a delicious way, that pulling his hair makes him rumble against you and eat you even more ravenously, and that now you keep looking at your hand wondering what it would look like with a big rock on your finger.

Flash forward to after dinner, and you’re walking hand in hand, the taste of wine and butterscotch gelato in your mouths, and his hand guides you by your lower back into the lodge. Now you’re on the bed, and your feet are bound to the posts, and his hand pins your wrists above your head as he’s ramming into you, hips slapping your clit so perfectly and grinding into you. You already came twice on his face, and you feel another one coming soon.

“Sh-Shō,” you slur, the second his lips aren’t swallowing yours. Your tear-brimmed eyes, glazed with pleasure, meet his deep eyes that still look as hungry as ever, with that extra mysteriously serious look from earlier. It makes you shiver.

“Darling,” he purrs, “i hope you’re not saying you want me to slow down, when you showed me just how much you wanted me back there.” How is he not out of breath, when he’s pistoning straight into your sweet spot over and over? He muffles your whimpers and steals your breath away with more sloppy kisses, and your bordeaux-stained lips are wet with your drool combined with his saliva. You’re seeing stars, and screaming his name as you’re bound into this mating press. You feel so full on his fat cock as every ridge and vein drags so deliciously into every surface of your pussy; his hipbones smack into your ass so lewdly. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. He grabs your jaw firmly, thumb swiping your lower lip. “Ah, ah, ah, want my little wifey to look at me, or you won’t get my kids,” he’s babbling, but your ears perk up at the words wifey and kids and it drives your wine/cock-drunk mind wild as he drills into you.

“Yes, yes!” you scream, “I’m your wifey, Shōta, please say I’m yours, mmm, I belong t’you!!” You don’t break eye contact this time, pleading him to know you really really mean you belong to him. His thrusts get sloppier, and his baritone moans sound so hot as you feel like if he goes any harder, you’ll get fucked right through the bed.

“You’re mine, Y/N,” his hands clench around your wrists and throat, and he kisses all over your face, “All, fucking, mine—” He goes down to rub your clit feverishly so you could clench around him, and his thrusts are deep, threatening to hit your womb.

“Cum for me, my beautiful woman,” the sight of his black hair framing and sticking to his face as he stares into your soul, does it for you and you see white, which milks his cock of all he has to offer as he’s balls deep inside you.

You both ride out your orgasms for a minute, then come back to earth, panting. “Oh, by the way. Since you agreed you’re my wifey, I hope you know I’m being serious.”

Your heart stops as he finishes untying you and arranges the clothes you both threw to the floor. What?

“I’ve been wanting to make you Mrs Aizawa for quite some time now, and it kind of came out in the heat of the moment, but…” he grabbed the ring from his pants pocket, blushing like a schoolboy, “Miss Y/n, will you marry me?” His voice was soft, and the ring sparkled even in the dim bedroom.

Tears once again filled your eyes. “I was being serious, too, Shō. Of course I’ll marry you.” x

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🚀 𝐈𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 ~ *TRIES TO PRETEND NOTHING IS HAPPENING TO HIM*

Key word: tries. That does not mean he succeeds. Iida will, however, make it your problem when you get back home, and you’ll know he does not take such matters of inappropriateness lightly.

(girl help my drawing’s proportions in this are more fcked than a Picasso painting, n e ways,,)

When you grab his cock in the cute outdoor restaurant in the downtown area, Tenya Iida is glad that 1. it’s night time, 2. you’re both sat in the back corner, and 3. the service was slow.

“Aw, Iida, are you all right?” you coo, and he curses you in his mind. Evil vixen! He will show you not to continue in such wrongdoing! Just…not here…You play footsie with him, feeling up his meaty calves as he shakily finishes taking a sip of his water.

“Yes, my love, I am perfectly all right, everything is just wonderful,” his voice is convincing, but the bright pink glow that shines over his entire face, is not. Not to mention his hand is shaking like a leaf and still clenched around his glass, as if it’s offering some sort of stability.

“You look like you’re going to break your water,” you giggle, and you catch a dangerous glint in his eye for a split second.

“Maybe I’ll break yours, have it spill all over the place,” he mutters.

“C-come again?” No, you heard him right. When he takes you shopping afterwards, best believe he makes sure you’re dripping all over him in the dressing room, his fingers stuffed inside your mouth as the Hero Ingenium slams in and out of you at the speed of light, making you almost cum in every place you two are alone together for the entire night. But your punishment is you don’t actually get to. Because you acted like a little villain. And when you sob into his jacket that you just want to go home now, he rushes you both home with his quirk, and you’re so glad he’s so much faster than driving in a car.

He’ll make you squirt all over his face and cum until you’re apologizing for teasing him in public like that, and he makes you promise to not be such a naughty little girl, because only good girls get stuffed with daddy’s cum. (You’ll break that promise since you love how he brings about his justice). x

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🔮 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 ~ “CAREFUL, LEST YOUR ACTIONS MANIFEST A REVELRY IN THE DARK”

What a dangerous game you play, and you couldn’t keep it at bay until Dark Flicks and Chills, could you? What are the things that go bump in the night? Oh, right. It’ll be his cock, bumping rather harshly into your cervix, because of your foolish lack of self control. But it’s ok. Because he a freak like that too.

It appears your mind dwells in the abyss quite frequently.

Your lovely boyfriend had taken you to the new Museum of Unexplained Wonders, an alluring museum that toured past cryptids, alien evidence in ancient cultures, chilling discoveries, unexplained mysteries, creatures of the deep, cursed items, and ancient secrets. And now here you are, in the spooky wax figure restaurant, eating horror-inspired food. You couldn’t be happier than now, and having such deep conversation with your beloved bird boy and hearing his handsome voice make such great theories is stirring something inside your creature of the deep.

“I really do have to say, I’m so curious about what will happen as they continue to investigate Skinwalker Ridge,” you muse, and Tokoyami’s ruby reds gaze into your eyes passionately as he nods.

“They’re doing such a good job at proving that there are aliens. I wonder if they’d let people with electromagnetic-type quirks into the grounds to help them,” his voice sounds so deep and comforting, you think to yourself, like someone playing the cello. You could listen to it forever.

“I-oh, Y/N, goodness what are you doing?” He whispers, expression indicating that he’s clearly blushing. The culprit: your hand squeezing his dick. Does he accidentally have a semi-hard-on already? Or is he enjoying all of this in the same way you are? Your hand leaves as you nonchalantly eat more of your food, and he swallows thickly, trying to resume eating too.

“My apologies. It seems like it teleported into my hand. Or maybe I’m just possessed by an ancient fertility god,” you winked up at him.

“Oh? Is that so? Are you sure it’s not a multiple possession, because I’ve been feeling the same way, hearing about what your beautiful mind comes up with.” You gasped as you felt something stronger than a cold draft of wind touch a specific place on your legs. Was that..? “Oh and Dark Shadow, feel free.” The two giant hands on your thighs spread you wider apart as Dark Shadow found solace in the shadows under the booth in the dim, colorfully-lit spooky restaurant. Fumikage’s hand trails to your thigh, and you are so glad that you wore a skirt today as it dips under the dark pleated fabric.

“I have to say, I love how much of a dirty thing you are,” the tip of his beak drags over the sensitive spot on your neck, trailing down to lick and nip at your shoulder and collarbone. You didn’t realize his fork is now in his left hand, and he continues eating as you tried to act normally in public. You feel the cool of his rings as it brushes against your skin, and it’s coming closer and closer to……

“No need to have this in the middle here,” he mutters under his breath, as he tears a hole in the fishnet tights above your pussy.

“Y-yeah, about you loving my…twisted nature, I can say the—same,” you try to stay normal as you felt a tongue from under the table push your panties aside and lick a broad stripe right up your throbbing core, making you whine the last word. Dark Shadow’s tongue began to push inside you, and your thighs shuddered around their head.

“My goddess of the violet twilight, you are lust incarnate. No need to conceal such lovely noises,” he smiles, sipping his drink and watching you come unraveled with his fingers pinching and swirling over your engorged clit, and Dark Shadow tongue fucking you under the table.

“I-I love those lyrics, b-but we’re in public! Nnn~!” You try to keep your whimpers quiet, but the last one is forced out when you feel the thick tongue touch your spongey, tender spot. Shadow’s tongue keeps thrusting in and out, hitting that spot with such fervor and Fumikage’s fingers on your bud feel so perfect, that your eyes roll back in pleasure and you buck into him and his quirk, nails digging into his smooth arm that would not budge from between your thighs.

“What happened to your love of being nervous, Y/n?” The way your name rolls off the tip of his tongue combined with all the other stimuli makes you come undone, and you lean your head into Tokoyami’s soft black t-shirt, seeking support in his firm muscles, tears pricking your vision as you look into his eyes the way he likes.

“Fuck,” he grunts at your fucked-out expression as you bite your lip hard enough to almost draw blood, and he cups your jaw in his spare hand, pecking kisses on your forehead (the best he could do with his falconesque beak), running fingers through your hair to comfort you as you ride your orgasm and cream all over Shadow’s tongue and his other hand.

When you return to the third dimension and catch your breath, it’s like you almost forgot you were in the restaurant. “Is my crazy black eyeliner running down my face?” You say meekly, squeezing his much larger hand.

“No, love, your soul windows are still perfectly decorated and in place,” he speaks tenderly, full of love. You pet Dark Shadow’s hair, and they coo and lick their beak clean, savoring your taste.

“Your goth metal reference is getting you head when we get home.”

“Not in the mummy exhibit?” He winks at you.

“Unless you want a curse following us home,” you laugh.

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🧤 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 ~ “BABE, W-WAIT!!!”

He’s so 🥺shy🫣 but then he’s trying to Texas smash in your pussy, and is so drunk in lust you almost have to say “down, boy” to get him to behave.

If Bakugo were to see you two lovebirds right now, he would scream, possibly cry, shit his pants, possibly throw up from how soft Izuku and you are being. And that’s okay. He’s laying on your lap and you’re feeding eachother strawberries and little bites of cake, and you couldn’t be happier than right now.

The soft breeze is rustling in the trees, and your boyfriend’s pine-colored mess of hair moves just like the leaves above. Butterflies keep flying around, and you tell yourself he and you should make little dandelion flower crowns for each other sometime.

You’re so full of love for life right now, and your lover is so beautiful in the sunlight, and his thrifted sweater vest that matches his hair looks so cute on him with his muscular arms, and you,, you’re ovulating so you wish it wasn’t just your heart that was full. But the problem is, you’re in a park in the city. Eh, no matter.

Midoriya rests on his elbows, shifting off of your lap but leaving little fluttery kisses on your legs and..you don’t think he realizes what he’s doing to you. So you naturally do the most logical thing to do, and grab his dick. “This is mine, by the way,” you giggle, as his bright green eyes widen and flash to yours.

He bites his lip and immediately looks flustered, the poor boy. He’s so bad at hiding his arousal. His cock is already tenting in his corduroy trousers! “I-I know, baby, but why did you have to remind me,” —his voice hushes to a whisper—“in the middle of a public picnic babe???” You grab him by his little strawberry charm necklace that you gave him, and you see his Adam’s apple bob up and down to try and swallow back a whine, to no avail. There’s a blush spread wide across his face, and with his green hair and freckles now he really looks like a strawberry, you just realized, and you can’t help but laugh.

He thinks you’re being mean and trying to humiliate him in public, and he pouts which makes him look all the more adorable. But he’s still so hard. “Because,” you get closer to him, addicted to how his pupils blow up full of so much love, “you’re so adorable and I can’t stop thinking about how much cuter you’d look stuffing me full of your cum, puppy boy.” You watch as his nostrils flare as you try out that name for the first time, and his breathing gets heavier. He is so turned on. You bet his boner is so painful. You grab it again, squeezing, and he whimpers and doesn’t shy away as you do, the two of you not caring if anyone sees. He’s so thick in your hand and his cock is just so massive in general for such a sweet boy that you know it’s just not fair for him since his boner is completely impossible to hide. But he loves you ao much that he doesn’t care, and his love for you is stronger than any embarrassment he could feel right now.

“You’re such a cutie, Mommy-fuck, sorry, I mean M-fuck—Y/N,” Izuku can barely think, since all his blood went down to his cock. Fair enough.

Your eyes narrow as you feel yourself getting wetter. “Mm, excuse me, what was that, sweet boy?”

“Y/N, ‘m so sorry, I-I’m getting so horny right now, and it’s your fault, I mean not in a bad way, you’re doing nothing wrong, but— and I don’t know if this is something you like to be called, which if it’s not, I’m sorry, but when you called me puppy boy I couldn’t help but get so—”

You cut him off with a kiss. He kisses back with a frustrated whimper. “All that talking, and you could be spending your time showing Mommy what that mouth can do,” you tease, but boy oh boy he’s taking that seriously. He looks at you hungrily and determined, like he’s on one of his missions to defeat a villain and it makes you throb with want. “Okay,” he says, completely seriously, but you’re too shocked to try and stop him.

He hovers over you and kisses you deeply, then kisses your face, ears, down your neck, licking and sucking and kissing your shoulders and collarbones, trailing down and kissing over your dress before he gets below your waist. Every kiss sets you on fire, and he’s so strong in pinning you down you can do nothing but just accept it. He looks around to make sure no one is around. Well, you guys got lucky. He lifts up your skirt, and the breeze carries the smell of your pheromones over to his nose and he bites his lip in anticipation.

“You don’t have to—”

“You smell so good, Mommy, wanna put my kids in you,” suddenly he uses his strength and pushes the back of your thighs up, moving your thong to the side, and attacks your pussy, switching between licking and sucking your clit, to dipping his tongue into your soaked center, and groaning at how good you taste. “Mm, ahhh you’re so —mmm- good,” he’s talking with his mouth full, and you’re digging your fingers into his hair and pulling harshly on it, which only eggs him on further. He dips two fingers in without warning and starts pumping them in and out of you, admiring the way they look and how your pussy grips them and makes wet, squelching noises. “‘Zuku, oh my god, holy shit,” you’re sobbing as his fingers alone Full you up so good, it feels too good, you need more…He begins attacking your clit with his mouth again and his eyes are more tearful from pleasure than yours.

“So good, Izu’, you’re doing so well, f-fuck, such a good boy,” at the praise, Izuku hums sweetly, the vibration on your clit making you buck into his face and hump it, making him moan and move his fingers faster so you can do it again. You try to close your thighs, but his other strong arm holds them in place so your pussy keeps facing the sky.

You keep gasping and moaning his name. You feel yourself getting close, so close. “M’s’close, baby, gonna cum all over your face, you’re eating me so good, are you that hungry?” You’re babbling under his mouth, and he loves it, not realizing he’s grinding into the blanketed ground beneath you to help ease his hardness that’s gotten painful.

“So hungry,” he lifts up for a few seconds to dutifully reply to you, fingers pounding and curling into the spot that makes you whimper, “want you to feed me your juices, then fill you up with pups, make you a mommy, so we can bring them on more picnics,”

He goes back down on you and the words make your head spin, and you buck up into him. He sucks your clit and nibbles on your pussy as he keeps hitting your g-spot faster and faster, and you shakily come undone underneath him.

“Babe, please, please let’s go home right now, can you fly us, please?” You ask, pleading because you need his cock and you’re sure he desperately wants to cum in you too. He’s set the already packed up basket aside and is already trying to fold up the blanket. You rush to help him but he smiles all lust-blown, juices still dripping down his face. “Already on it, gorgeous.” You hold all the things, he swoops you up, making sure the bottom of your skirt is tucked under his arm, and he flies over so he could pound into you for a few rough rounds. x

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💫 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐀 ~ “WOW, BABE, YOU’VE GOT MORE OF AN ELEMENT OF SURPRISE THAN ME!”

A normal bystander would think he’s just smiling at his girlfriend, but when you grab his dick in public, you know it’s actually a very dangerous smirk on his face! Consider yourself warned!

A warm breeze fills the air as you sit in the beachside tiki grill, some straw and wood shielding you from the hot sun. Mirio’s got a little tan starting, as well as some summertime freckles, and his glimmering eyes are admiring his girlfriend, you.

You cheekily reach under the table, and he thinks you’re in to play thumb wrestling. Which he lets you win, so you then go to your main mission, and reach for his muscular thigh. He quirks an eyebrow and his head to the side, looking exactly like a golden retriever puppy with his cute little grin. It makes you giggle and gives you butterflies in your stomach. Alas, you cannot reach his cock without leaning forward so much that it’s obvious. So you retreat, taking a sip of your frozen drink.

His hand copies what you did, and lazily rests on your thigh without his arm even needing to stretch a little. He squeezes your soft skin, and his cuteness just makes your ovaries fucking explode. You want this sweetheart to do terrible things to you, and you want it now!!!

“Baby,” he breaks you out of your trance, and he swears your smile is brighter than all the stars put together. “Did you want the little umbrella before I finish my drink? I even put on one of those little cherries you like so much.” You need him now.

“Is that even a question!!! Yay of course you’d think to give me one of the cherries I love you so much,” you grab it from him, and you both eat the little cherries. You don’t catch him gazing lovingly at how cute you look chewing the sugary cherry, and twirling the tiny umbrella between your fingers, and putting it down into your drink.

“You only love me for the little drink decor, nothing else!! It’s always like this, Y/N, I’m more than the little umbrellas….or am I,” he feigned accusatory sadness, and you played along.

“It’s true. That’s the only thing I’m here for. Just using you to build my collection of little umbrellas. I cover my entire house in them.”

He chewed the cinnamon pineapple of his piña colada, smirking mischievously. “You look like the type. You’re the worst. Not even a gold digger, a little trinket digger, what ever shall I do?”

“Yes….yes…ha ha ha yes!!!” you mocked an evil villain whose plans were coming to fruition, “you are hopeless and defeated, without you looking I have taken every last little trinket from your house, none of your friends or family are safe, Lemillion, I will defeat you 200 percent!”

“M-my tiny spoons….my liddol Russian dolls…all of them, you took all of them!“ he clutches his chest.

“It was me. You are reduced to nothing, a man with no little fun objects. For I have stripped you of all of your pride! No fun allowed!!!”

You both are dying of laughter at this point, and you clutch your stomach doubling over because he’s laughing so hard, and your laughter keeps building up. It’s not like what you’re saying is even remotely funny, and no one else would really laugh but you both just love how stupid it all is. This is how dates with him always are. You craft ridiculous, highly specific situations and keep building on top of the ridiculousness dramatically, and your laughter does the same.

“Just imagining all my little car decorations and stuff vanishing suddenly and wondering where they are, then I see you crouched in a corner in front of a pile of all my little things,” he’s trying so hard to stop laughing, and you’re taking sips of your drink to just calm down. He doesn’t realize, of course, that one of your feet has left your little sandals and is about to hijack between his thighs.

He begins to tip his glass upwards to get the rest of the stubborn slush in his drink, and you trail from feeling up his thunder thighs to his bulge. You think he’d be shocked but he just winks and finishes up his drink.

“Is that the next trinket you plan to steal from me?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“Yes, but it’s not small enough to be a trinket,” you could swear his dick is twitching at your touch.

“B-but, it still has the personality a small one has!!”

You chuckle. “Mm, I suppose.”

The server comes. “Alright guys, are you feeling a little hungry for some shareable apps? Or just another round?” You keep your foot where it is, and tease him, feeling him get a little harder under you.

“Definitely another round, and I think the Hawaiian roll sliders could be good, right, babe?” You ask him.

He tugs at his shirt, flashing his beautiful abs. “Aw, are mine not good enough for you?” He’s good at acting normal. Damn it. He’s getting rock hard though, and you know his pink flushed cheeks aren’t just sun-kissed.

“Damn, you know what, you’re right,” you look to the server, “just give me a steak knife to cut into him so I can get my own Hawaiian bun sliders.”

The server laughs. “Perfect, one extra sharp white-hot steak knife, anything else?”

“Hmm. Calamari, taquitos, maybe actually those sliders forreal though, and some flatbread. That’s all, right, baby?” Togata asks you, and you nod.

“Great!” The server grins at the adorable couple, “I’ll be back with your drinks!” They give a thumbs-up, and you and Mirio do the same. He looks at you while he does so, and you see it in his eyes. It makes you squirm in your seat. He’s so going to fuck you in the bathroom after this. Better hope you’re good at not screaming as he hits all your good spots roughly and fills you up so nice. x

𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔

🇺🇸 𝐘𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈 ~ “WE SHALL SETTLE THIS SOON, DARLING”

You’re playing a dangerous game, teasing the hero who is number-one in your heart, the seven-foot tall man who packs the entire US of A in his pants. But danger? You like danger. You can’t say he didn’t warn you.

“Toshi, slow down!!!” You mewl, but the man above you is unforgiving and unrelenting.

“Darling, don’t say I didn’t warn you on three separate occasions about teasing me so much at dinner,” he drawls through clenched teeth, as obscene squelching noises fill the air, and you hiccup under his weight, nails digging into his back.

You don’t see what the big deal is. He took you out to a lovely dinner where a grand piano was playing such an alluring song, and his hot kisses and “I love you”’s to your ear were not helping. You just wanted to remind him that you could take your cock at any time and how perfectly he was made for you. You didn’t expect him to grip your wrist with an iron grip (him holding back) and warn you in his deep, silky voice “try that again, little lady, and see what happens.”

What else could he expect? A little minx like you? You crumbled under the predatory flick in his aquamarine eyes and hummed. “Maybe I do want to see,” you mewl, as you only clench his thick cock harder. His cock that you cannot dream of fully holding completely in your smaller hand. You rub at its growing hardness with your thumb and feel yourself salivating at the sight and feel of how overwhelming his size is. It’s so intimidating, almost too much, impossible to fully fit in one thrust and needing at least 20 minutes of prep to sink his head in alone. “Baby girl,” he growls warningly, “keep going like this and I might actually break you when we get home, you’re making it very hard for your Daddy to contain himself, I don’t want to hurt you.” You bite your bottom lip at his words, and your other hand feels over just how big his hand is, that’s holding your wrist failing to stop you. “Maybe I want it to hurt,” you whisper, eyes big, and he has to keep himself from groaning. “Warning you for the last time, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

He’s making sure of that right now. Your legs hurt from being spread so wide to make room for his broad frame, which completely swallows you whole over the bed, almost crushing you. It hurts your hips as he holds you apart and pounds into your pussy, which slobbers white rings of cream around the wide base of his cock, stretching you impossibly. You pant and see it moving through your belly, and he sees it too and leaves even more love marks on your neck, your whines and his growls creating a beautiful harmony.

You’re screaming utter nonsense, so many versions of what you say now, “oh god, oh my gosh, holy fuck, please please, Toshi, please don’t stop,” and he squeezes your face in his giant hand.

“Thought you were just telling me to slow down, sweetie, do you even know what you’re talking about?”

Clearly not. You’re so dumb on his cock, as he fucks your brains out, and he picks you up and flips you like a rag doll, and manhandles you so your hips are flush with his. He grips your cheeks and spreads you open, admiring how your juices drip down your thighs, then thrusts back in, stretching you all over again, making you moan loudly.

“You’re such a naughty little thing, I bet you wanted me to go hard on you, didn’t you?” An especially sharp thrust rocks you forward, and he uses a hand on your sternum to lift you up and hold you in place. “Look at Daddy when I’m talking and answer, little lady.”

“Mm-Yes-!! Yes! I w-wanted you to go so hard , so hard on me, yes, unghhh!” He’s rubbing your clit and molding you to his size, hitting your cervix over and over, as you see stars and scratch stripes into his meaty forearms. “Such a dirty girl,” he purrs, and his words send you over the edge, and you sob.

“D-T’shi!! G-gonna cum soon!!” His balls slap you rhythmically, and he keeps rubbing your clit with the thick pads of his fingers, nibbling on your neck. You’re still digging your nails into him to keep your wavering sense of balance.

“Do it baby, cum all over Daddy’s dick that you love so much,” and with that, you sob, “Yes, mmmph!!!!” And spasm around his huge cock. He closes his eyes and focuses on his breathing so he doesn’t spill into you at your walls constricting around him. He has to pull at least a few more out of you before he feels satisfied enough to spill inside you for the first of many times tonight. x

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🛡 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 ~ *QUIET GASP*

Shoto looks so cute on your sushi date, so flustered when you pull your mean trick. You almost feel bad as his breathing is shaky, but don’t think he isn’t enjoying this. He is. And definitely wants you to continue.

“Whoops, dropped my napkin!” You’re already down before he could get it for you, giving him no time to react as the gentleman he is.

You pick up the napkin you dropped on purpose, and hear an audible gasp as you grab his dick , so glad he wore some soft pants today so you could move your hand around it for a few seconds, and cup his balls, squeezing gently.

When you get back up, he looks at you so desperately, so helplessly, and you giggle at his pouting face. “Baby, what’s wrong?” You rub salt in the wound, and he sighs, looking off to the side.

“N-nothing,” he breathes, but you could tell he’s getting hard, trying to put a little bit of wasabi on his nigiri and dip it into the kirashi sauce, but then he drops it in and shakily tries to pick it up and eat it.

You’re starting to feel so bad, poor boy can’t even function; he’s so cute. He doesn’t know what to do.

He huffs. And in polite traditional Japanese fashion, “Uhm, I’ll be right back. Please excuse my rudeness as I need to use the restroom.”

You see his hands dug into his pockets, desperately trying to hide his fat boner, as he walks coolly to the restroom. In his mind, he’s making a beeline. Why would you do that? He wonders, frustrated and chasing some kind of release. He bucks into his fist, wishing it was your mouth, or your pussy, or even just your hand. Were you trying to test his…self control? He’s so dull, he doesn’t realize you’re just trying to get him riled up, and he hears a buzz in his phone. It’s you.

Y/N❤️: Babe

Y/N❤️: Show me how hard you are

So that’s what it was.

You feel a buzz of your phone, within a couple minutes of you sending it,, and are shocked he could be so fast. Which means he’s doing what you’re thinking.

Immediately you turn your brightness down and your eyes widen, seeing slick coating his cock as he jerks it in his hand, and soon after, he spills into it. That’s how horny you made him. Now your thighs are rubbing together, and he’s making his way back to the table, giving you a small smile. x

𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔

🪨 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 ~ “HAHA, THAT’S CUTE BABY”

Kirishima finds it adorable that you just want to get a feel of his manliness, even in public! After all, he stores so much love for you in his heart AND down there! He grins and can’t wait to stuff you in the car!

You hear some slurps as Eijiro tries (and fails) to slurp some of his ramen without getting some juices dribbling down his chin. “Don’t look at me, Y/N,” he rushes to wipe his face, and you laugh at how cute he is, trying to look proper all of a sudden in front of you.

But the noises he made just remind you of him eating something else, and it’s kind of hot how he can get a bit messy. You chew on some pork, and sip some broth with corn and seaweed, humming at the yummy taste.

“Yer so beautiful, Y/N,” your Eiji smiles at you, and his red hair looks so fluffy, you want to pet it right now.

“No you,” you wink at him, and he blushes ‘cause you make him feel like he’s a boy in high school again with some stupid crush, the type of girl he can’t keep his hands off of, he wants to cherish you for as long as you’d allow him, and keep you warm and safe in his heart forever.

Others might take a look at the guy with his open shirt and big muscles, pretty smile, and think he could be a player, but Eijiro was actually so nervous to go up and talk to you for the first time. He had eyes for you, and it was extremely clear as you leaned forward over your bowl, and caught him blushing, looking down your shirt, then looking away quickly. You decide you want to give him shit for it.

“Eiji, what are you looking at?” You ask so sweetly, a little smile creeps over his face.

“N-nothing, I mean, you. I just can’t help it, you do things to me,” he makes you blush. You do something bold, and reach under the table and trace his long, buff thigh.

“What kind of things, sweetheart?” You know what kind of things.

“I-I, well, we can’t talk about this here, can we?” He’s such a gentleman, but he’s dodging the question.

You grab his bulge firmly, and you hear a strangled moan come out of him, before he clears his throat to hide it.

“I think we can,” you smile, and his sharp teeth flash at you. He uses his quirk to harden it a ton, then not harden it as much under your touch. Such a silly boy.

“O-oh my gosh Eijiro, so fucking, big-!!” You claw at his chest, and he’s helping you bounce up and down in the car. Planting hungry kisses all over your neck, bright red eyes staring at you rabidly, wanting to eat the cream out your pussy after he cums inside it.

“I know, sweetheart, don’t worry, the sting will go away in just a little bit,” he coos in your ear, holding you still and fucking up into you. Your moans mix in the air and you bury your face in his neck, taking in his cinnamon-cherry-leather scent.

“Such a gorgeous thing, and so sneaky grabbing what’s yours while we’re eating. Makes me feel so wanted, babe” he’s got a tight grip on your hips, his rock-hard length spearing you open and making your juices leak all over.

You look into his eyes, and he loves the lust that’s inside them. You kiss him hungrily and your tongues fight for dominance, and you rub circles on your clit making you moan. He wraps an arm around you and keeps fucking up into you, then moves your hand away so he could take over, and you whine into the kiss feeling him smile. He nibbles on your lip and you tug his hair, legs starting to shake from overstimulation.

“Go ahead, baby, cum for me,” he growls, and relishes in the feeling of your soaking wet walls clenching in a vice-like grip around his length.

He slaps your ass. “Do me a favor, and get in the back seat. I’m not even close to done with you yet.” x

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🐙 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐈 ~ “BUNNY, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”

Your perfect boyfriend is so shy and shocked when you grab his cock, but also excited that his love wants him badly enough to do such a daring, scary thing. So he wishes to repay the favor.

Tamaki always feels so safe to be himself around you, and wants to make sure you always feel the exact same way. You boosted his confidence in so many ways, and he knows now just how much you love him and anything he does to you, spicy-wise, is something you love as long as it’s him. He even enjoys going out in public more, because you’re there! He was so excited to take you out to the place he and FatGum eat at most regularly, and here you are now eating takoyaki with each other in a little tight booth, knees brushing up against each other, sharing longing glances and relaxing conversation.

He looks so sweet as you eat together, that you just want to kiss him! But you can’t yet so instead you boop his nose, and he smiles coyly. “Bunny, why did you do that? Don’t be afraid to do it again, though.” You boop his nose again.

“Because you’re cute, you know that, right?”

He blushes. “Oh, me? Thank you. But not as cute as you are.” His sharp features look so good colored a bright pink that you want to see how he looks like red, right now. The booth is such close quarters that you’re able to pull this off, so you trace over his joggers and locate his cock, cupping it in your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

His expression makes you imagine that he’s got steam coming out of his ears. His pointy elf ears perk up in surprise as he raises his eyebrows and bites his lip. A little smile is still across his lips, because he loves you and trusts you, and you make him so flustered that his heart does little somersaults and he doesn’t know what to do.

“B-bunny! What do you think you’re doing?” He quietly asks and you feel just like the nickname he gave you, a little mischievous bunny rabbit.

“Just reaching for what I’d like to order next off the menu, why?” your eyes are twinkling up at him. He has an idea, a bold idea that you’ll definitely like.

“Oh yeah? You’re still really hungry, aren’t you?” You don’t know what’s possessed him to say something so teasing in public of all places, but you are here for it, and hope he does so more often.

“Yes, my love, ‘m so hungry for you, I could eat you up right here, right now.” Suddenly, you gasp loudly, as you feel something hot and wet, with suction cups trailing up your leg. His violet eyes look at yours knowingly, and you realize what he might be doing.

“ ’Majiki,” you breathe, and his tentacle slides up further and further under your dress. You whimper, and take a sip of tea to distract yourself from making more noise, but the look your boyfriend is giving you is not helping one bit. He looks hungry for you, too. The tentacle snakes over to your pussy, and moves your panties to the side. Is he….?

You’re biting your finger to keep the noise down, but you want to scream at how good he feels, rubbing his suction cups on your clit, then dipping into your wet center.

“Baby, is there something wrong? Don’t tell me you’ll let your food get cold,” his sweet voice is hiding the filth of his actions , and being caught by surprise is only magnifying your arousal.

“Hah~ I’m just fine, babe, just have a sudden, mmmhh—” his tentacle thrusts in nice and deep, looking for your sweet spot, and you buck into him as it gets thicker and stretches you out—“c-craving for more seafood, don’t worry ‘bout me!” You try to eat a bit more, and he decides not to mess *too* much with being inside you, and stays suctioning your clit lewdly, driving you wild. He decides, he loves playing with his food, to play with his dessert. The faces you’re making in the little booth as you try to keep your composure and keep eating are so cute, and his sensitive ears pick up on the little soft mewls you’re attempting to keep hushed and at bay.

He can tell you’re so wet, and feels how hot your fleshy walls are as they suck him in, and he wants to put his cock inside you. But he can’t yet. “Aww, bunny, well I have a special dessert for you, but it’s from another place, if you’re interested. You’ll just have to save lots of room.”

All you can really do is nod, because otherwise the whole restaurant would hear you moaning his name, which might humiliate you both—and he slams the cash down on the table, pulls away from you, and ushers you into the car.

At home, you’ll definitely get your dessert, all because your boyfriend loved how much you showed him you wanted him. x

𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔

a/n well guys, I hope you enjoyed these lil drabbles that I crammed into one post! some of them may have been pretty rushed so I could keep it not wayyy too long but let me know in the reblogs / comments what you think ! thanks for reading and I hope you liked the drawings too. i may take commissions and drawing requests if you ask me 💕

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bite-sized-devil · 1 year

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Character Headcanons

TW: violence, GN! MC

Beelzebub:

☠️ Angry/violent headcanons:

The big cuddly teddy that occasionally threatens to eat you just turned into a big grizzly bear. And this time food had nothing to do with it, that is unless you count yourself as food. A little snack perhaps?

One second you were both laughing about what he would do if he had a cheeseburger for a head the next he was in his demon form baring his teeth at a demon you didn't know while pinning him against the nearest wall.

"Drop it." The words leaving his mouth as a snarl, one muscled forearm pushing further into the unknown demon's neck. His free hand holding the demons wrist in the air, twisting it painfully.

"I-I'm sorry!" The demon cries. His pleading eyes find yours over Beel's shoulder. Why is he apologising to you, you've never even seen him before?

"Don't talk to them. Don't look at them!" Is the answering growl.

You've never seen Beel this angry before, the air feels almost electric. Magenta vapours fill the space around him, his shoulders are hard and tense you think you could feel every rope of muscle that lined his back if you reached your hand out and touched him.

A whimpered sob brings you out of your trance. Beel's grip on the demons wrist has tightened, it's now twisted at an uncomfortable angle. The fist that was tightly clenched shut is now forced open.

A lock of hair, your hair, falls to the ground. Confusion befuddles your thoughts, how did he get that? When? And even more concerning was why? Your arms wrap around yourself, hugging yourself tight. You suddenly feel vulnerable, scared and unsafe.

"I d-didn't-" You hear the demons stuttering again but it's cut off by a harsh shove from Beel. He looks even more deadly, nostrils flared, normally kind pink hued eyes now darkened with rage.

"Stay away from them." He snarls again before leaning in until his mouth is close to the demon's ear. He growls a last word, lacing it with menace and possessiveness and then shoves him as far away from you as possible.

You're worry and fear disappear when you hear the last word he utters. It fills you instead with security, assurance, love and desire.

He picks up the lock of your hair and puts it in his pocket before turning back to you. His big arms, that could tear a man limb from limb, wrap around you gently and pull you into a warm embrace. Switching back to his human form, he kisses your forehead and says the word again. This time as a whisper only for you to hear.

"Mine."

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yutasbellybuttonpiercing · 2 years

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jealous sex with jisung

Thank you so much for your ask <3 I hope this somehow matches your taste, I went a little crazy... but can you blame me?

Louder - P.JS

Pairing: Park Jisung x (fem!bodied) reader

Word count: 2463 words

AU/Genre: smut, established relationship

Other members: Lee Donghyuck / Haechan

Warnings: jealousy and possessiveness, dirty talk, hair pulling, strength/muscle kink, heavy degradation, name calling (whore, slut), spanking, fingering (f receiving), humiliation, deep throating (m receiving), 69ing more or less?? you’ll see, clit spanking (idk why this keeps happening in my fics), overstimulation

A/n: this scenario takes place between two commited adults who have often engaged in sexual activities. though it is not mentioned in the fic, they have a safe word and ways to communicate when it’s too much! I didn’t include that in the fic for vibe purposes, but please keep that in mind as you read it. Now please, enjoy this filth!

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There's no way in hell you could've seen it coming. What you had seen as some simple joking and teasing with Donghyuck, Jisung had interpreted as something else entirely. A soft touch here, a lingering stare there and one could practically see the fuming steam rushing out of Jisung's ears as he glared at you giggling because of a joke Donghyuck told.

Jisung knows – or should know – that you would never feel what you feel for him for anyone else, especially not for his friends, and even if you did, it's not like you would ever act on something as insignificant as a little crush and put your relationship with the love of your life on the line.

Donghyuck is generally known as a person who more than enjoys physical contact; he always hugs people, or goes as far as to press a big, wet kiss on one's cheek, so it shouldn't be something that concerns Jisung. It's not like Donghyuck did any of that to you, however. He might be a menace, but he would never come between one of his friends and their partner.

Still, it seems as if it doesn't sit right with Jisung how close you and some of the members had gotten, and it shows in the way he just got up from his place on the couch, startling both you and Donghyuck by grabbing you by the arm and pulling you out of the room with him.

You had sent Donghyuck a shocked glance just before you were forced to turn the corner, and he had answered with a simple shrug, wide eyes and an agape mouth.

As soon as the door slams shut behind you, Jisung presses you against it, though still maintaining a distance of the length of an arm between the both of you. You blink at him, the first shock having faded by now to leave nothing but cluelessness behind.

Your lack of talking takes Jisung aback and he lowers the arm that was just pressed against the wooden surface next to your face.

"What the fuck?!" You finally bring out, blinking furiously as you lean your head forwards slightly.

Jisung takes a deep breath before scrunching his eyebrows, the stern look from before having a comeback on his handsome features. "I didn't like that."

"Like what?" You blink slowly once.

"Why do you have to be so touchy with him?"

Oh.

Ohh.

A smirk creeps onto your features and you lift a hand to pinch Jisung's cheek. "Aww, are we a little jealous?" You pout fakely, pulling on the soft flesh of his cheek that you hold in between your thumb and pointer finger.

Frowning ever more, Jisung pushes your hand away from his face, grabbing onto your wrist instead to push it against the door. "Don't do that."

"But I'm right," you say, and there's so much confidence in your voice that you hope Jisung envies. You smile, dropping your head to the side as you eye Jisung's form. It's probably not the right moment for this, but you can't help but to notice the way he's pushed the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, exposing his quite muscular forearms to your eyes.

You're glad that you've known Jisung long enough to know that he's not really angry with you. If there's something that really bothers him, he reacts much more directly and addresses the topic when the both of you are calmed down and alone.

This is different, so there has to be something else behind it.

"You're a brat," Jisung retorts, suddenly grabbing your hair, yanking your head back a little to make you look at him, catching you off guard. Your eyes widen as you look at him now almost innocently, your previous victorious smile completely wiped off your face at this point.

Sometimes, you feel like Jisung underestimates his own strength. He seems so naive and bumbling, but maybe he actually does know what he's doing, showing you his strength in moments like these, so nonchalantly and confident that seems so far off his usual personality.

And it makes you rub your legs together involuntarily.

"Does this get you off?" Jisung asks, catching onto the action due to the lack of space in between your bodies. His attitude is not faltering at all as he keeps staring you down, and you feel intimidated, almost humiliated by its intensity. "Hm? Did you do this to piss me off? Flirt with my friends, get their eyes on you with your tiny clothes, let them touch you just because you're such a whore for attention?"

You hadn't even noticed him getting closer until his breath fans faintly over your mouth. You gulp, you're sure there's this tiny hint of submissive fear showing in your eyes right now, the one that only Jisung's able to get out of you.

"Answer me."

"I-I wasn't-"

"Why are you lying to me?"

You push forward, you body now pressing against his as you reach to connect your lips with his in a kiss. Jisung isn't having any of your antics, pulling back just far enough for you to realize that he's not going to kiss you. The action has you whimpering.

"What is it with you, huh? Get on the bed." You obey, quickly stepping over to Jisung's bed as soon as he releases his hold on your hair. Behind you, you can hear him mutter under his breath, "can't believe my beloved girlfriend is such a slut."

Kneeling on the bed, you're waiting for him to make his way over to you. He does, slowly, until he sits down at the edge of the bed, raising his brows slightly as he looks over at you.

"I don't know what you're waiting for," Jisung says calmly, gesturing to his lap. You mutter a quick "sorry," before you shimmy to sit down on his thighs.

"No," Jisung sighs, "are you stupid? Lay down."

And suddenly, it dawns on you what he's about to do. You comply, though, the thought sending a tingling sensation down your spine, heat coiling in your lower stomach.

"Look at you, fucking whore, your skirt is so tiny, your whole ass is exposed." Jisung brushes over the expanse of your cheeks, and you bite into your fist, anticipating the first hit.

It comes, though way harsher than you thought, and a mewl escapes your lips. Jisung's never spanked you before, but you can't say that you never dreamed about it, imagined it when you had too much time for yourself.

The stinging pain sends tingles through your core, causing wetness to pool in your panties with every slap that makes your ass jiggle for Jisung's eyes only. You're so unhinged at this point, enjoying the way he's trying to punish you even though you love it so much, that you let out a moan at his next harsh slap.

"You're so pathetic," Jisung mutters, spreading your cheeks apart to be able to see the dark, wet stain on your panties, "you're dripping just because I spanked you."

You suppress a giggle, wiggling your ass a little and lifting your hips. Jisung gets the hint and pulls your panties off of you. One of his long fingers collects the wetness that had seeped out, spreading it further over your folds. You press back against him, but he does not grant you the wish of finally being touched properly.

"You want my fingers?"

"Yes, please."

"Tell me I'm the only one who can make you feel good."

"What?"

Jisung smacks your ass again, much harder this time, the pain causing tears to pool in your eyes as a small scream escapes your throat. The next second, your hair is being pulled again, causing your upper body to lift into the air, and Jisung leans over so he can look at your face.

"Okay, if you don't want to say it, I'll make you." And with that, he pushes two of his fingers into you, setting a rapid pace from the start. He knows your body well enough to know what makes you scream, so he does just that, fingertips brushing over your sweet spot over and over again with such precision that your eyelids flutter shut.

Due to your position, you can't moan properly, only choked sounds coming out of your mouth and you can't even stop them. Jisung knows exactly what he's doing, touching you everywhere you need him at once, pushing you close to your high in no time.

"Fuck, you're clenching so much around my fingers, are you that close already? I'd be humiliated if I were you, putting up such an act only to fall apart on my fucking fingers that quickly."

You whine, his degrading words getting to you and you can almost taste your orgasm. You try to keep your sounds in, afraid that if he knows you're going to cum, he'd deny you your orgasm. Much to your surprise, he lets you, walls clenching repeatedly around his digits as you make a mess on his light jeans.

With shaky thighs, you try to catch your breath, and Jisung lets go of your hair, making you fall forwards. "I'm not done with you."

He picks you up, laying you down on the mattress on your back with your head towards him. You look up at him as he towers over you, hands making quick work to open his pants and get his dick out. "Open."

You comply, opening your mouth and letting your head rest on the edge of the bed, and Jisung teases his tip against your tongue before slowly thrusting in. You gag once he reaches the back of your throat, but make no moves to stop him. You love it when he uses your body like this. Once Jisung's made sure you can take it, he sets a medium pace of fucking into your mouth.

His fingers find your hole quickly, thrusting his fingers back inside as the pad of his palm massages your clit simultaneously. You moan against his dick, sending vibrations through it that make Jisung groan out as well.

Jisung speeds up his movements, his fingers touching you as deliciously as before, but this time, the way his cock keeps choking you only adds to the pleasure your feeling. It's messy, but your hips buck violently as you scream out around him, another orgasm taking over you.

Though he hopes you don't hear it, Jisung curses above you. He absolutely loves the way you look when you cum for him.

A harsh slap is delivered to your clit as soon as Jisung's pulled out of your mouth, and you whine at the pain and overstimulation, pressing your thighs together.

"Hm? Do you think Haechan could make you feel like this? Make you cum so fast with just his fingers?" Jisung walks around the bed, yanking your body so you lay perfectly in the middle of the mattress. You're already a little hazy from cumming twice in such a short time, but Jisung does not seem to have mercy on you.

Within seconds, he appears on top of you, tip instantly brushing over your folds. The overstimulation causes you to whine out as his grazes your clit with it, and Jisung smirks. Though, you love it, pushing your hips closer to him to finally feel him inside you.

"You want my dick, baby?"

You whine again, nodding your head. Jisung reaches out to brush a few hairs out of your face, the gentle action a stark contrast to his roughness. "I'll give it to you, but you have to promise me something."

"Anything," you breathe out, eyebrows scrunched in anticipation. You're so turned on right now, your own cum coating the insides of your thighs already.

"Moan my name."

You groan out at his words, at his possessiveness, nodding your head again. Jisung seems satisfied with your response, rubbing his tip over the whole length of your slit again before slowly pushing in. Your eyes roll back as he fills you with his girth and you have to grab onto the sheets underneath you to ground yourself, the feeling overwhelming.

Jisung finally bottoms out, then sets a rough pace pounding into you. The moans just spill out of you, you don't have it in you to hold anything back at this point, mind too hazy and too focus on the feeling of Jisung dragging along your walls to care about the level of volume of your sounds.

"Jisung," you groan as he keeps hitting into your sweet spot, hands flying up to grab onto his arms, and your hips come up to meet his thrusts.

"Louder."

"Jisung!"

"Louder."

You practically scream out his name at this point, going crossed-eyed as Jisung grabs onto your hips to pull you onto his dick over and over again. You feel yourself crumble in his hands, so close all over again that your thighs begin to shake, the muscles around your stomach clenching repeatedly.

"Who do you belong to? Who's slut are you?"

"Yours."

"Say it."

"I'm your slut, Jisung," you cry out as you cum for the third time, tears spilling out of your eyes at the intense feeling of pleasure. The orgasm is so mind-blowing that your sight goes black for a second, and you can feel your face tingle from the lack of blood.

You're so far gone that you don't even realize Jisung pulling out of you just seconds later, jerking himself to finish over your stomach. Once you've relatively come back to your senses, you look up at him. You imagine what you must look like, hair tousled and spread out over the sheets underneath you, cheeks blushed and eyelids heavy over your glossy eyes.

"Are you okay?" Jisung strokes over your cheek before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. There's a hint of worry in his eyes as he scans over your body. He's always so cute like this, checking up on you after screwing your brains out.

"I love you," you sigh, smiling weakly. Jisung returns the smile, then kisses your lips. You gaze into each other's eyes, gently stroking each others bodies and making out, then you feel Jisung's hardness against your entrance again.

"Let me make love to you now," he whispers, completely ignoring the way his cum sticks between both of your stomachs. You nod and sigh as he pushes into you all over again.

A loud knock on the door startles you.

"I get it, Jisung, I'm sorry, I'll never talk to your girlfriend again, just please, keep it down this time, I'm trying to take a nap," Donghyuck's voice sounds from outside, making you and Jisung giggle into each other's mouths.

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Tell me I'm Yours

Day 3 Kinktober prompt: Possessive

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x reader

Warnings: Possessive Lloyd, possessive sex, rough sex, vaginal fingering, tiny bit of knifeplay, stalking, murder (implied), could be dub-connish (if you squint), dark fic (because it's Lloyd)

Words: 967

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Lloyd is watching you from the shadows. You know he is, because he always is.

Meeting that menacing man had upended your whole life. Now you have to be careful of every interaction, because Lloyd sees the devil everywhere.

Because you know Lloyd is here, somewhere you have yet to determine, you try to distance yourself from the man in the farmer’s market. He’s just making inconsequential small talk about some new job, or something. He’s one of those people who thinks everyone they meet on the street wants to have a conversation.

You spent the next five minutes with him trailing around behind you. You studiously avoid encouraging any further conversation, but this does nothing to deter the strange man. At one point he puts his hand on your shoulder, and you pull away as if scalded.

It’s too late for him now anyway.

It’s nearly two hours after you’ve returned home, when one of the shadows in your dimly lit apartment speaks to you.

“Who the fuck was he?” The shadow asks, even though you know with certainty that he's already found out. As well as how he’d spent the last two hours.

“I don’t know. Some guy who just wanted to talk, I guess,” you shake your head absently.

“He fucking touched you,” Lloyd spits, leaning forward so his furious face comes into view. “Strangers don’t just go around touching people.”

“Yes they do, Lloyd,” you roll your eyes. “It happens all the time. Some people have no boundaries.”

He crosses the room with three long strides. “You know what I fucking meant,” he growls. “Strangers don’t just go around touching you.”

“That’s not what you meant though, is it? You mean you don’t let strangers get away with touching me. You know I love you. You know I know I’m yours. So why do other people matter so much?”

“You’re mine,” Lloyd scoffs.

“What’d you do to this one, Lloyd?”

Suddenly your back is against the wall, with Lloyd’s hand around your throat, and his stiff cock pressing into your hip. The movement startles you, and your hands fly up to grip the leather straps of his shoulder holster.

Lloyd’s voice is gravelly, thick with arousal, “If he was a stranger, then why does it matter?”

You whisper, “What did you do to this one, Lloyd?”

He grinds his cock against you with a groan. “Nothing they can prove in court,” he chuckles darkly.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you say softly. “He’s nobody. You could have just let him go.”

He spins you quickly, his thick forearm pinning you against the wall, and yanks the back of your pants down. He snakes his hand inside, and unceremoniously shoves three fingers into your cunt.

“I did it because you’re mine,” he hisses, twisting the fingers inside of you for emphasis. “If I want to, I’ll kill every last person that so much as looks at you sideways. No one gets to have you but me.”

He pulls his fingers out of you, and plucks the knife out of the sheath at the small of his back. Pulling the waist of your pants away from your body, he yanks the blade through the fabric, roughly slicing through it until you’re stripped from the waist down.

The knife is driven through the drywall next to your head, and you hear the sound of a zipper raking down. Then Lloyd’s hand is pressing against your back, as he feeds his thick cock into your pussy. It feels like he’s splitting you in two, and you know you’ll still be feeling him days from now. It’s an ache you welcome.

He groans when he bottoms out. He wastes no time, and begins fucking you mercilessly. “You can’t get away from me, little fox,” he huffs in your ear as his hips smack against your ass.

“‘M not trying to, Lloyd,” you moan.

“Mmm. Say it again. Say my name,” he purrs, mustache tickling the shell of your ear, hands squeezing your hips hard enough to bruise. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“Lloyd,” you cry out. “I’m yours, Lloyd. Fuck, I’m yours.”

He curses, and pulls you away from the wall just enough for him to be able to reach around and get his fingers on your clit.

He urges, “Come on, little fox. Come for me. You’re mine, and I want you to scream for me.”

He knows exactly how to push your buttons, has ever since the day you met him, and if he says you’re going to scream for him, you can take it to the bank.

Your fingers scrabble against the wallpaper, looking for something to cling to as your orgasm washes over you. Lloyd throws an arm around your chest, and you attach yourself to his corded forearm with an inarticulate cry.

His hips worked tirelessly milking every last drop of pleasure out of your body that he can, until you finally go boneless in his arms. Only then does he chase his end. With his hand on the back of your neck, pinkie ring digging into the bony protuberance of your spine, he fucks you fast and hard, and all you can do is whine softly while he uses your body to get himself off.

Finally, and with a guttural grunt, he comes. He doesn’t stop fucking it into you until it’s running down your thighs in hot rivulets.

Marking you up, just like he likes.

“You’re mine,” he whispers in your ear, clutching your body to his. Calmly, almost pleasantly, he says, “You belong to me. And I don’t care who I have to kill, no one will lay so much as a finger on you. I’ve caught you, little fox. And no one is going to take you from me.”

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gggcherry · 2 days

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AMERICAN WHORE: 4. [ART x OC x PATRICK]

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She nodded thanking her, going to her bag near the bleachers where Patrick was sitting while sipping a soda, the boy slowly clapped giving her a proud smile, she ignored his presence as she drank from her water bottle.

Opting to leave the tennis court she grabbed her racket and bag; Patrick quickly stood up, trailing after her almost tripping on his own steps.

Grabbing her by her forearm, Patrick attracted her body to his, "You can't ignoring me forever." He said in a playful tone, face leaning down to gaze at her eyes.

Isadora pushed him back, to put some distance, she glared at him, "Are you crazy? Why do you even come here?" She said with a menacing tone.

Patrick gave her a slight chuckle, shrugging his shoulders.

"God, what do you think Tashi will say if she saw you here?"

Patrick gave her a dark glare, "I don't care about her right now, I care about us being fine, like before. I'm sorry I left that day okay? It was a douchey move from me." He said with a sincere tone, scratching his cheek, intimidated by the blonde's stare.

"I forgive you... but I don't think you realize that things can't be the way they were before." Isadora said, glare turning into a soft look, tightening the grip in her tennis racket.

She eyed his face, his lips and blue eyes and turned away to leave.

"Let me help you." Patrick said with a desperate look on his face.

Isadora froze without turning, her heartbeat speeding a bit, "What?"

He walked a few steps, his chest brushing her back, "Let me help you win, I can help you, instead of training with these Stanford newbies, I can polish your best moves ... I know how Tashi trains, I know her tactics. Please." He almost thought of kneeling before her, his right hand brushed softly the scar on her shoulder.

He leaned his face into her hair, inhaling the warm coconut essence of it.

She turned so quickly her short hair whipping his face, he found an uncertain look on her face, "Deal." She said putting distance and roughly grabbing his arm and shaking his hand.

Patrick smiled widely, a glint in his eyes, he tried to lace their hands together, which the short girl shoved away, "But none of this touchy thing, please. You have a girlfriend." She reminded him, giving him an awkward look before marching away from the tennis court.

Patrick let out a deep sigh, his lips almost hurting from smiling, the boy will do anything to keep Isa in his life, like betraying his own girlfriend, just to make his lover, win... yeah, Tashi didn't need to know this.

#crawlingthewalls #art donaldson #patrick zweig #art donaldson x reader #patrick zweig x reader #challengers #wattpad #fanfic

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fayes-fics · 1 year

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Revelation

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader (Modern AU).

Summary: Modern AU. It's a revelation what a Bridgerton mouth and hands can achieve...

Warnngs: 18+ smut, minors DNI, fingering, oral sex (m to f), d/s undertones, dirty talk.

Word Count: 3.9 k

Author's Note: Unbetaed. This is a request fill for the talented @broooookiecrisp from this ask (essentially Benedict gives reader their first orgasm not from their own hand). Thank you to two other talents @eleanor-bradstreet for the title and @bridgertontess for the edit image above, which screams modern menace Benedict.

Your housewarming party is in full swing when he walks in, wine bottle in hand—the first man you ever fancied, aged just seven years old to his ten. Almost twenty years later, there’s still a slight flutter in your chest when he appears. Benedict Bridgerton. Rich, handsome, sweet, funny, artistic, always surrounded by a bevvy of suitors of all genders—his natural ease and open personality just attracts everyone, like bees to pollen. He sees you and smiles that killer smile, embracing you quickly and handing you the bottle with genuine warmth. One day, when he finds his special person, you know deep down you will always be a little jealous of them, that they get to be in his orbit every day.

As the evening rolls on, you find yourself in the garden, taking some fresh air and helping your sister recover from her own heavy-handed mixed drinks. In contrast, you've only had one glass of wine - yes, the one Benedict bought; he has impeccable taste - wanting to be a responsible party host. She sits next to you on your cheap, foldaway beach chairs on the otherwise empty patio.

“Found anyone you want to fuck?” she teases with her trademark bluntness.

A hollow laugh echoes into your glass. “As if.”

“Come on,” she needles, “it’s been MONTHS since your last breakup. Don’t you miss having someone else be responsible for your orgasms?”

“Hah! Chance would be a fine thing,” you scoff.

“Wait, are you… wait,” she is staring at you open-mouthed, “are you telling me no one has made you come? Like ever?”

You blush and avert your eyes, picking imaginary lint from your party dress. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

She looks astonished. “Have you never…?” she whispers.

“Oh, I can get there myself. But err, no one else has put in the requisite effort, to be honest,” you shrug, being truthful. You doubt she will remember this conversation when she sobers up.

“But you’re twenty fucking six years old,” she emphasises, “someone else needs to give you an orgasm. Bloody hell, you were with Phil for two bloody years, and he never…?”

You shake your head. “I mean, he tried, but I guess maybe... I dunno. Maybe it’s just not something I can do via someone else?” you posit.

“Bullshit,” she opines loudly.

And silently, unseen by either of you, someone else agrees with her.

—

You wander back into the party, and not long after, a hand wraps around your forearm.

“Got a moment?” Benedict asks.

“For you, Bridgerton, always,” you grin.

He smiles sweetly, and you pretend not to notice your heartbeat spike as he laces his hand with yours and draws you upstairs, away from the noise and hubbub. Before you know it, he leads you into your bedroom and softly closes the door.

“I have another gift I want to give you,” his voice low.

“More delicious fancy wine? Yes, please,” you jest.

The hand in yours squeezes, and he brings you to sit next to him on your bed.

“Not exactly; this one is more intangible. Long overdue. But by god, you deserve it,” he says cryptically.

You frown at him. “Ben, stop talking in riddles, please.”

“You need to orgasm, y/n,” he exhales.

“Oh… I…” your world grins to a halt, a hundred thoughts tumbling in your mind. “You were eavesdropping?!?” Well, it seems like your brain wants to go with indignancy first. Interesting.

“Not exactly,” he squirms, “I was outside trying not to smoke. Force of habit. I overheard you talking.”

“So that’s a yes.”

“Ok, fine, yes, I was eavesdropping. But more to the point, you’ve never had an orgasm?” he looks utterly mind boggled as if he just can't compute the fact.

“You need to improve your snooping skills. I said no one ELSE has given me an orgasm; I can do it just fine by myself, thank-you-very-much,” you sniff, crossing your arms.

He barks a laugh. “Alright, I stand corrected. But still. Fucking hell, y/n. Are you serious?”

“Don’t laugh at me, Bridgerton,” you warn, the eggshell of your ego feeling more dented and cracked with every disbelieving noise he makes.

“I’m not laughing, believe me,” a hand over his heart to indicate his sincerity, “I’m indignant on your behalf.”

“Well, I’ll give you the numbers of all my exes. You can phone them and give them a piece of your mind if you want,” you shrug.

“I’m half inclined to frankly,” he admits, “but afterwards.”

“After what?” you frown.

“I give you a bloody orgasm, y/n,” he sighs as if almost irritated with your obtuseness.

You splutter in the most undignified manner. He must be joking.

“Ha bloody ha,” you deadpan after you recover.

A finger curls under your jaw and moves your head to see him. “I’m serious,” he murmurs purposefully. Those eyes, dear god, those eyes will be the death of you if you let them.

“Stop…” you stutter, “just don’t. I don’t want your pity.” You can’t disguise the raw edge in your voice as you wrench yourself from his grip.

His face morphs into one of surprise and then a frown. “That's not what this is,” he insists quietly.

“Sure seems like it,” you utter with an edge of bitterness that tastes metallic on your tongue.

“Anything that would change your mind on that?”

You just shrug wordlessly, a melancholic mood settling into your edges. There is something so knawing that it’s him, your first crush, being the one to pick at the scab of your ego.

There is a moment of silence between you where you refuse to peek at him, staring at the hem of your dress. Instead of getting up and leaving as you expect, he shuffles back on the bed and twists towards you.

“Look at me, please,” his tone is mild but has an undercurrent of something intangible.

You lift your chin to meet his soft, relaxed gaze but twist your lips a touch defiantly.

“There is only one thing about you I find unattractive,” he begins, and your brow knits that he’s choosing to dig the knife in a bit more, “and that is when you don’t believe in yourself enough. You are a confident, successful woman with a killer career who is fearless with everything… except asking for your own needs to be met. You should expect orgasms from those you allow into your bed. So don’t you dare think I want to meet your needs out of pity. I don’t pity you. I admire you. And I want to do this. In fact, I think I need to do this.”

His little speech leaves you mute. That he has managed to skewer your personality with pinpoint accuracy, both your flaws and strengths, is confounding. And what’s worse is, he’s right. Why do you demand such high standards of yourself but allow others, especially intimate partners, to disappoint?

He is watching your face closely as you take onboard everything he said and everything he implied. He intuits when you consent, or maybe he sees it written across your face because an almost predatory smile crawls over his features.

“Take off your knickers,” he instructs, his tone low and slow, something almost edged with danger in the way he says it, your pulse instantly galloping.

By god, you don’t like being told what to do by anyone, anytime… but this? This is blisteringly hot. Desire whiplashes low in your gut. And yet, something in you rebels. Wants to play with fire, see what he will do if you resist.

“Make me,” you whisper.

He emits a noise you have never heard from him before in all your years of knowing him. It's deep and animalistic, and every hair on your body stands on end. Next thing you know, you are tilted over and pinned onto your bed, his hands grabbing your wrists, your head almost hanging off the end of the bed.

“You asked for this,” he warns, the tone achingly seductive and just a touch authoritative.

His lips descend, slanting over yours and teasing with expertise. Every fibre is effervescent, awakened—something hot washing over your body from your scalp to your toes. The sudden throb between your legs is a wet, viscous ache.

He’s not dilatory either, strong fingers delving under your dress. Teasing kisses as he spiders fingertips into your underwear. You are virtually quivering before he even touches your clit.

“Ben,” you stutter into his mouth at the first brush of his fingers, your hips canting up off the bed. You have no idea what is possessing you, but you feel almost under a spell.

“Stay down and stay quiet,” he commands, a solid quad muscle covering your thigh. “Put your hands behind your head, and don’t move them.”

You do as you’re told without thinking, finding yourself so aroused by the bossiness.

“Fuck, you are totally soaking. Is that all for me?” the smug tone in his voice should be a turn-off. It's the exact opposite; it's like he knows before you do what will turn you into putty.

His kiss is plundering as he teases your bud unhurriedly, with only his middle finger. The room seems too hot, your dress too tight, and he is engulfing all your senses. It's his scent that gets you the most; it actually makes your mouth water even as he kisses you. You probably should be ashamed of everything your body is doing - overheating, salivating, honeying his fingers - but you don't even have the presence of mind to think about it.

As he pulls away, he shushes when you go to open your mouth, the finger of his other hand resting across your tingling lips in a missive to keep quiet.

“You don't want someone to hear us and interrupt us, do you?” his voice silky.

He has an excellent point there. You would prefer no one disturbs anything he is doing or planning to do to you. You shake your head slightly, and he smirks at you.

“Good girl.”

Oh, fucking hell.

Add that to the list of things you had no idea would send you at breakneck speed to an almost painful level of arousal. Yet still, just that one finger strokes slowly over your clit, almost in time with the beat of the mellow music leaking under the doorway from the party below.

“More, Ben, please,” you plead in a whisper.

“Hmm, not yet,” he opines, and his lips land on your throat, “don't be in such a hurry.”

You don’t know what to say to that. It’s evident as he sucks on the sensitive skin there that he is taking complete control of your body, pleasure, and orgasm, and somehow it’s everything you need that you’ve never thought to ask of anyone.

When his finger is suddenly gone, you fight the impulse to whine. But then his hands are at your hips, tugging down your underwear, drawing them down your legs and flinging them across the room, and you decide that is more than acceptable.

“Next time I tell you to take off your knickers, and you defy me, I’m ripping them,” he lectures, and there is so much to unpack there. Mostly it’s the words ‘next time’ echoing around your skull.

All you do is nod, dumbfounded, rapidly sinking into a space where you are just reactive, your brain quieting for once, your body and sensation taking over, instinctual and primal. You watch, biting your lip, as Benedict snakes down your body, gathering your dress up over your belly and throwing your knees over his shoulders.

“Now, let's prove you wrong, shall we?” he smirks, shooting you a heated look as your thighs frame his handsome face.

He turns his head and kisses up the inside of your thigh to your knee. Using his tongue to suck your flesh into his mouth, slowly working his way back down towards your centre, little fires erupting where he drags his mouth. Just as he gets so close you can feel his breath on your clit, and you tense in anticipation, he skips and starts at your other knee, working his way back down with teasing suckling motion, almost biting the skin of your inner thighs as he goes. Your skin feels tingly everywhere his lips have touched, the unhurried pace taking you by surprise. He was so quick to get between your legs you figured it would all be brief. But no, he is taking his time, luxuriating in the tease.

“Ben….” his name a soft exhale over your lips, almost unconscious, a reflex. The curl of his cheeks against your skin as he smiles in response is intoxicating. Your hands itch to move from behind your head, to grab him and push his face where you want him the most.

His breath is hot on your throbbing clit before he slowly buries his face into your body, opening your folds with his tongue and making a long heavy swipe up through your soaked channel to your clit, moaning as he does so. No one has been this engaged with your body before; it’s always been tentative, making you a little on edge that perhaps their enjoyment was not there. You are left in no doubt how much Benedict enjoys it, his tongue lapping up your taste decadently, engaging his whole face, chin pressing on your entrance as he ploughs his tongue in unhurriedly undulating waves over your clit, knowing precisely where to hit.

“Oh my g….” your words dying off as strong arms wrap around your hips, hands grasp your inner thighs and force them obscenely wide.

He is feasting on your body, giving long, soft strokes with the flat of his tongue, gently parting your labia, sucking them softly into his searing mouth, tugging down just a little, so you sense the pull around your clit. Spreading his mouth wide over your clit hood and sucking and swirling until you feel something so intense you want to clamp your thighs hard around his ears, but he senses the motion, and his arms band harder, keeping you open to his onslaught.

“Mmmm,” he hums, and it vibrates all the way inside you, up into your belly. “Now we are getting somewhere; your little clit is all erect now,” he rumbles, and you feel yourself blushing at his words; something indeed is swollen and distended under his ministrations. He wetly swirls his tongue under the hood, and there is a sudden stab of something mind-bending.

“There it is.”

“Please, Ben, oh god, please, please,” you squeak, practically begging him. No one has done this to you, taken command in such a self-assured but vigorous way. You've also never begged for anything before.

“I know, I know,” he assures, the fingertips of one hand stretching upwards to caress the soft skin of your belly, “it’s coming, I promise, just a little while longer.”

He moves lower to tease your pussy with his tongue, just nudging the bridge of his nose rhythmically against your pulsing clit. Not quite enough to build more sensation, just enough to keep you strung out on a high where your whole body is quaking, overwrought and sensitive—your skin prickling hot.

You whine his name, disobeying his instruction and sliding a hand into his hair and gripping the chestnut thatch, pulling him back up slightly, and he chuckles, moving back to your clit, his tongue unfurling in a rolling wave.

“Okay, I get the hint,” he laughs deeply, and one arm unfurls from around your thigh, a finger tracing a line around your opening. “And put your hand back where it belongs, you cheeky minx.” You do so immediately.

There is an almost obscene squelching sound as he buries two fingers into you, followed by your cry at the slender but deep invasion.

“Fucking hell….” you can’t help the curse slipping unbidden from your lips, something about the moment being as transcendent as it is purely carnal.

You can feel the swell of his knuckles pressing on your walls, and it feels so wonderful you squeeze onto his fingers on instinct. His responding growl makes your blood race.

“Every person you’ve ever been with is a fool,” he declares heatedly. “How could they not want to make this delightful little cunt come over and over? My god, your grip, the heat, the taste. I could get lost in you for days,” his voice is decadent like dark chocolate, and again your cheeks heat at his unabashed turn of phrase.

He surges up over your body, fingers still inside you, and his mouth lands on yours, your own taste so strong on his lips. That talented tongue sparring with yours as the fingers pulse gently, hitting a spot you have never reached before. You break the kiss to moan and stare at him wide-eyed and panting quietly.

“You haven’t found this before, have you?” he guesses correctly, and you shake your head, unable to form words.

“Oh, my darling girl,” he rumbles possessively, “it’s criminal how badly you have been treated. I feel like I’m fingering a virgin, and by god, I wish I had been your first. I feel an overwhelming need to show you everything you’ve been missing out on.”

“Please,” you gasp, and it’s a petition for everything.

He huffs an alluring laugh over your cheek and kisses down your neck—a warm slide of lips and tongue until he is at the top of your dress. The hand not inside you yanks down the material, and suddenly your nipple is sucked hard into his wet hot mouth. You cry his name, uncaring if anyone hears you. Just strung out on the sensation of his fingers massaging inside your pussy, his mouth suckling on your nipple as your neglected engorged clit pulsates so strong, syncopated with your heartbeat. You know, without a shadow of a doubt, this is some plot to systemically destroy you. Make you mindless with need. Desperate for some relief, you move one hand from behind your head and slide it between your legs.

“Nuh-uh,” a warm solid hand encircles your wrist and pulls it away before you can make contact, manhandling your arm back to where it was. “Do I have to tie your hands above your damn head?” He questions fiercely, biting your nipple lightly and making you keen, but his eyes are sparkling with mirth as he meets your gaze, looking up from your chest.

You fold your lips into your mouth, showing remorse, and he chuckles richly.

“Good girl. Now, why are you in such a rush? Do you have any idea how much better it is if you just go slow? Let your body build up to something. I will edge you all night if you keep being so damn unruly.” It’s the sexiest reprimand you’ve ever been given, and you can’t decide if that sounds like utter torture or the best thing ever. Probably both.

Something approaching triumph surges in your veins as he slinks down your body again, shooting you a devastating crooked smile as he settles between your legs. He sucks your thrumming clit hard into his mouth, brushing the edge of his teeth over the nub, and you have to rapidly grab a pillow to muffle the holler you make. It's loud and gutsy from somewhere deep inside your belly. The tension as he teased you elsewhere is now laser-focused on where he consumes you, drinking from you, dragging the crudest sensations and noises from your core. Something about it seems so feral on both your parts.

All of his efforts and all of your attention narrow to the fingers inside you, stroking and massaging and his sinful mouth wreaking the most beautiful havoc. Rapidly spiralling you higher, your entire being trembling as you burble nonsense, feeling fit to burst. Almost scared of letting go of the tight hold you have over this swell of something almost alarming inside you.

“Come on, my good, darling girl, show me what you can do when you lose control,” he encourages, and you stop fighting. Stop fighting the tide crashing over you, and relax into the wave of pleasure engulfing your every sense.

Your pussy convulses forcefully, clamping his fingers, attempting to push them out. Wetness gushing out of you, flooding against his face. An invisible cord holding every muscle in your body taut snaps, and you feel a resulting pulse of euphoria chase into every cell and synapse. Everything sounds so far away as you float somewhere that is both rooted deep within and far from your body. Your very being is seemingly fracturing and reassembling.

Gradually you return to the room. As you lay there, breathless and staring at your still somewhat unfamiliar bedroom ceiling, you catalogue that it's not the only thing foreign to you. This bone-deep sated feeling you’ve never experienced before makes you both invigorated and languid, blotting the sharp edges of your conscience. You want to curl up and rest, but simultaneously the urge to clamber on top of him and demand an encore performance. He has moved at some point, so he now lies next to you on the bed. Your head lolls to the side, and you realise he is observing you with a wry smile. Something in his countenance has changed; it's not the authoritarian he was while he was pleasuring you; it's the charming benign Ben you’ve always known, his hazy blue eyes soft with understanding.

“That was….” you can't even form a sentence, just catch your swollen, flushed lips between your teeth and mime an explosion around your head.

He giggles and delicately trails a finger over your dress, sweetly rearranging your neckline to its original position.

“If there's one thing I know, it’s that smart, capable women who run everything in their lives so fucking well sometimes want to switch their brain off and be told what to do. Be allowed a break from being in charge, just until that orgasm hits. I took an educated guess,” he shrugs modestly with a winning smile.

Suddenly everything about what transpired makes total sense. He knew you would never ask for what happened, but by god, you needed it, craved it, and never even knew it. That he could intuit your needs says so much about him, about what he knows of you; it gives you a warm bloom in your chest that feels dangerously close to something profound and startling. That seems like a dangerous path to let your thoughts wander down, and besides, a delicious man is lying right next to you who has given you so much, yet you have offered nothing in return. You decide every cell in your being wants to rectify that immediately.

“What about you…?” you run a hand down his shirt, enjoying the contours under it, allowing your hand to splay lightly over the tantalisingly prominent bulge in his well-fitted expensive-looking jeans.

“This wasn't about me; this was about a gift for you,” he smiles, grabbing your hand away from his cock and kissing your knuckles in a romantic gesture. “I’ll be fine; I just need to perhaps not be in your company for a few minutes,” he quips flatteringly.

“I could help, you know?” you offer softly, twisting more towards him.

“Really, it's not necessary. Go enjoy your party,” he responds, but you can see his resolve wavering as you raise an eyebrow and climb on top of him.

“Are you very sure about that, Mr Bridgerton?” you query with an intentionally husky tone.

His face is a picture, and his groan is hungry as you deliberately press your naked pelvis over the swell of denim and rock back and forth, the harsh seam of his fly catching your clit and igniting your lust again. The tiny ‘no’ he exhales is music to your ears—so many revelations in one evening.

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No Longer Playing Pretend

Content- Brief mention of attempt sexual assault in first few paragraphs. (Go to the sentence starting with 'Boom.' If you'd like to skip.) P in V. Anal sex. Swearing. Brief mention of porn. Smutt & Fluff.

You clutched onto the towel as shock waved over your body as you exited the shower cubical. A wave of uneasiness crept up your body, causing your stomach to turn, as your gaze fell onto Todd. One of the senior agents of the B.P.R.D. He sat on the metal bench in the open space of the lockers within the women's communal showers. Being mindful of the wet floor beneath you, and Todd's perverted stare, you walked over to your locker. Turning the key that was already in the lock.

"This is the women's showers, Todd. You should leave." Your firm tone hiding the nerves that crept up your spine.

A sly smile came to his lips, "apologizes, but I was looking for you."

"Your apology is noted. But as you can see I'm busy at the moment. You can talk to me later."

From the corner of your eye, you watched his predator like movement as Todd approached you. "Perhaps I could assist you."

"Not necessary and highly unprofessional. Please leave."

Todd used his height to loom over you, as he rested his forearm against your locker. Forcing the door shut. "Now, now. I'm being nice. Perhaps I could help with the towel? Or perhaps putting on your panties."

You flinched away from his touch, taking a step back. Clutching onto hem of the towel tighter, as it rested against your bust. Todd slightly shifted his position over you, cornering you into a tight spot. The cold metal of the lockers against your back, made your shivers worse. You tried to avoid his lusty glare, but Todd placed a gentle thumb under your chin and tilted your head upwards. Your eyes closed, feeling the heat of his breath upon your face, caused your stomach to turn.

"I see you hanging around with the freaks here. Why waste your time with them? When you could be with a real man."

You slapped his hand away as it tried to move from your chin to your shoulder. "Don't touch me! Leave! I want you to leave!"

His smile turned into a menacing grin as Todd leaned closer, whispering in your ear. "Leave? But your body language is inviting me. Begging for me. I've been so nice to you, it's only fair you repay that kindness."

Boom!

Bang!

Splash!

Shuttering at the sudden sounds that echoed, you pressed yourself harder against the tiled wall. As you felt Todd slightly jump away from you.

"Ah! Hellboy? What the fuck? You can't just use fire arms openly outside of training or missions!" Todd's voice was filled with frustration.

Water leaked onto the floor from the now broken pipes within the ceiling. Cracked and shattered tiles laid at Hellboy's feet as he casually lit his cigar, with a wooden match. Todd adjusted his suit and tie, clearing his throat before speaking.

"I see you put into Quarantine for that! And not to mention entering the women's showers!-"

"Exactly. The women's. I may be Quarantined for open use of my gun, but what would happen to you, if I mentioned I caught you sexually harassing?."

Todd snickered, "sexual harassment? Please, we're clearly in the middle of something before you rudely interrupted."

Hellboy checked the bullets in the revolver's chamber, as his stare narrowed onto Todd. "Now, Y/N asked nicely. I won't" he aim the gun at Todd's head, the agent now shaking.

"P-Put your weapon down Agent Hellboy! Or I'll-"

"You what? Use that tiny pistol? My baby can pack more heat and deliver more damage. Now, as I said, I won't ask nicely. Get your fucking hands off my girl, before I shoot you."

Todd's breath got stuck in his throat, his words stumbling out of his mouth. Apologies and excuses flooding out, but Hellboy casually checked the revolver's chamber before giving it a spin. And aiming it at Todd's head. "Now, I'm going to give you on the count of three, to take your sorry, pathetic ass outta here. And should you even look, think or even walk in the direction of, Y/N. I'll carve your name into a bullet. That is if I don't shoot you now, that is."

The click of the safety being pulled caused Todd's feet to scamper out of the lockers. You released a heavy sigh and breathed deeply, as a wave of relief washed over you. Your eyes opening as Hellboy slowly approached you, placing his gun back into it's holster.

"You alright? Did he touch you?."

You took another deep breath before speaking, "No, no. He didn't and I'm fine, just... a little shaken up."

"Y'know we can get his ass reprimanded. Make sure the only job he'll ever be able to get is at a local fish and chip. Perhaps a fruit and vegetable store, if we're nice."

"No, No. Just... leave it, please. Last thing I want is Manning and the Professor questioning me."

"Forget Manning. The Professor will believe you, no matter what-"

"Hellboy. Please. Just leave it be."

Grudging at your decision, Hellboy placed a gentle hand upon your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. The pair of you stood in silence for a brief moment.

"Your girl huh? Y'know that's gonna slip out" you spoke in a soft tone.

Hellboy shrugged as a little chuckle left him, "ah I just said whatever for him to back off. Besides nobody would believe it. You and me? Everyone knows we're just friends."

True. Everyone in the B.P.R.D could see the friendship and professionalism bond that was shared between you and Hellboy. Since your first day stepping onto the job, he showed you more respect out of all the new agents. Weather it was because you never stared at his filed down horns, or simply because you treated him and Abe no differently than you treated the rest of the team.

You weren't afraid to swim in Abe's tank, or turn the pages for him whenever you read together in the library. Hellboy enjoyed the friendly competition between the pair of you, whenever you were in the shooting range for training. Or joking using a picture of Manning as target practise on the dummies.

And just as predicted, Todd took Hellboy's words seriously. Telling everyone within the Bureau that you and Hellboy were am item. The rumours of him catching you two having sex in the women's showers spread like wild fire. Besides Manning giving Hellboy a lecture on professional boundaries and keeping things private. The rumours worked more into your favour, with the Professor questioning Todd why was he in the women's showers in the first place. And not being able to provide a believable and logical explanation, Todd was ordered have two months off. Along with training on 'Appropriate Mannerism in the Workplace.'

With Todd out of the picture, agents and staff of the Bureau started to question weather the rumours were true. So you and Hellboy decided to have some fun and cause a little bit of confusion.

For months, you both publicly exchanged flirtatious comments and playful banter, weather face to face in the Bureau. Or over the intercoms during missions. In the cafeteria during meals, whenever Hellboy wasn't with the Professor, you carelessly sat in his lap. Casually eating your meal, while everyone stared or attempted to avoid eye contact. Of course, Hellboy was taken off guard and you laughed when he went stiff as a board, after the first couple of times. Sometimes even staged a make out session within the hallway, just to annoy Manning that little more.

it got to the point where Abe couldn't tell the difference between your pranks, and genuine affection. Even you and Hellboy got caught in awkward moments when it became unclear to yourselves...

***

"They've been at it for hours."

"Yeah well... try not to think about it."

"I mean... really? That long? I know he's a demon or devil, or whatever. But her? How much can the human body take?"

"Dude! I really don't want to have this convocation! Hearing them is bad enough! Thankfully my shift is ending so some other poor ass can listen."

You and Hellboy shared cheeky grins and snickered with laughter, as you both casually played the board game Monopoly upon his bed. While some graphic porn played in the background. Loud enough for the guards who stood outside of the large, circular safe like door. The lewd sound affects played off your phone, which stood near the makeshift TV unit. Which held six or seven, box like TV's from the 90's that was casually stacked on top of one another.

"This is the best prank! Those guys are gonna be scarred for life!" you said between giggles. The lewd sounds loud enough to drown out your convocation.

Hellboy shrugged as he moved the silver car, six spaces on the board. "Meh, deserves them right. I get sick of those guys trying to pry into my business. Trying to act all casual and smug, whenever the old man wanna talk to me."

You took the dice, rolling it and taking your turn. Moving your silver piece three spaces along the board. Collecting money as you passed 'Go.' "Do people really try to butt in that badly?"

"Uh-huh. Stupid basters, I know why. It's because I look like this." Hellboy gestured to his face, "I see the fear in their eyes. Even those who claim they're 'my friends', or 'co-workers.' I see it.'

You felt your heart sink a little in your chest as he continued. "People freak and call out absurdities from the street, whenever I come into view during missions. I see and hear on the news, 'The Devil Walks Among us,' 'Demon of Destruction.' Religious whack jobs claim I'm here to bring 'The End of Days.'"

"Hell! Only freaky goth chicks and greedy prostitutes, fuck me at the local strip club."

You spat out a bit of your drink, as you went to take a sip from a beer. Hellboy snapped out of his daze and patted his face dry, using the hem of his black shirt. "What the?-"

"Dose the Bureau know about your little 'hobby?'" you questioned.

"What? No! Could you imagine Manning's face? Fuck, he'll have a heart attack. The dude never shuts up when the press takes photo's of me." Content with the mess he managed to clean up, Hellboy saw the curiosity growing in your eyes.

"What?"

"Oh! U-Um, nothing! Nothing!" your words stuttered as you snapped out of your daze.

"Y'know I can easily read you out of all people. You're like a book. C'mon, tell me. I see your mind wondering."

You hesitated before speaking, "do you... do you really have sex? Like at the club, do girls just take you in a private room...?"

Hellboy raised an eyebrow, actually needing to think hard about his answer. Not certain if you were curious of the clubs activities or his. "Yeah... the club allows girls to fuck clients, but only if they pay money first. It's quite a lot, so not your 'average Jo' can offered such 'service.'"

"And you?" your mind begun to control your speech. Forgetting yourself for a moment. "Do you stick with one position? Or do the girls allow you to move them around?. Can they fit all of you in?"

Hellboy's shocked face said it all. Realizing what you just asked, your cheeks reddened from pure embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cross boundaries! Honestly was... just curious."

An awkward silence begun to grow over the pair of you. Both only realizing that the lewd sound affects stopped ages ago. Only a red battery flashed across your phone screen. You shifted your body into another sitting position, now crossing your legs instead of knelling against the bedsheets. Little fires begun to spark in your stomach, as vivid imagines of Hellboy undressing played in your mind. He caught you glimpse at his crotch a few times.

Feeling your cheeks burn even more. You quickly raised onto your feet and stood beside the bed, "I-I'm sorry! I should go!"

"Wait!" Hellboy took a step towards you, but tripping over his own feet causing him to knock you onto the floor. He cradled your body and cupped the back of your head with his stone hand, protecting you against the impact of the tiled flooring. His muscled frame hunched over you, as he knelt against the ground. His thighs on the out side of yours, as he straddled your hips.

Both of you breathing heavily as you gazed at one another. Your shocked and innocent expression awakened his arousal. The ambers ignited into a passionate flame within him, as his eyes trailed down your neck and seeing your cleavage. Your tight tank top highlighting the curves of your torso and the full size of your breasts.

"Let's make our own noise."

Your eyes widened, "Hellboy?."

"Our jokes and pranks. Sure that's all they were when we started, but now! My mind can't go through one day without picturing you in lewd and sexual positions. And if you stay... I'm afraid it wouldn't only be mind that be wondering."

He gently rested your back against the floor, as he moved his stone hand away. Straightening his posture as he sat on his legs, trying to even out his weight without hurting you. The little fire within you begun to burn warmly, as you felt his erected crotch slightly touch your inner thighs. The black leather of his trousers restricting and outlining his cock.

"I want to ravish you! Kiss every inch of your skin, and leaving no part of your body undiscovered! Would you, Y/N? Would you allow a demon such as myself to bathe in such pleasure?."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, looking up at him with a warm smile. "I'll allow a man, such as yourself to bathe in such pleasure."

Pulling your hips closer to his, as Hellboy cradled the small of your back. Kissing your lip with a hungry and passionate touch, as he grinded against you. His crotch hardening against the leather, as his hands slid down from the small of your back, groping your ass in a strong, merciless grip.

Unamused with your muffled whimper. Hellboy pulled away and pressed his erection harder against your soft spot. His firm grip clamping onto his ass again, "I said. Let's make our own noise!"

Pulling down your top and exposing your bare breasts, Hellboy placed his mouth over one, while cupping another. A surprised moan left your mouth, as you felt him bite hard into your flesh. Well knowing it's going to leave a mark tomorrow. You cradled the back of his head and played with his raven locks, as his tongue grazed over your nipple. His hand of stone gently sliding under your hips, as you arched your back. Attempting to put your breasts closer to his face.

Hellboy's stone hand caressed the curves, his fingers tracing over your spine. Before sitting upright against your hips again, you gazed down at him with great anticipation. Eyes widening with excitement, as he unbuckled the leather belt upon his trousers. Unfastening the zip and allowing his erection to merge through.

Assisting him in the removal of your jeans. You wrapped your legs around Hellboy's waist, gasping as you felt his index and middle finger gently rub your clit, before pushing through into you. His stone hand moving from the small of your back, to the back of your head. Cradling the base of your skull in his palm, as his hungry kisses marked your body. From your neck, down your collar bone to your cleavage.

Your hips bucked in time with the thrusts of his hand, feeling his fingers curl and touch inside you. The wetness of your pussy dripping down his hand.

"Fuck me Red!"

Soon, the tip of his cock teased your entrance. Hellboy watched you with a devilish grin, as you seductively bit your bottom lip. You clutched onto his strong biceps, bracing for strong support. A heavy moan, almost like a growl escaped Hellboy as he pushed his hips forward. Propping himself up, resting all his weight onto his palms, your hands sliding onto his shoulders, as he held his arms side to your head.

Your eyes rolled backwards and your hips rocked in a gentle sway, as Hellboy steadily pushed his dick deeper into you. A mixture of moans and whimpers escaped you, as you felt him stretch your insides. Your body adjusting to his size with each gentle thrust, feeling his cock goes deeper, until his whole length was in you. The fire inside your abdomen sparked into wild fireworks, as Hellboy quickened his peace. Ripping pleasure and moan from you with each thrust, your legs locking around his waist and your back arching again, as his cock reached your cervix each time. Never have you felt so stretched but so full, at the same time.

Your hands ran down his shoulders towards his chest, as you gripped tightly onto his black shirt. Feeling your body quiver and ache, as it submitted to Hellboy. You heard him purr into your ear, as you gasped and moaned close to his.

With a final thrust, his cock pulled out with a satisfying pop. Hellboy allowed you to catch your breath, before turning and bending you over. Supporting your weight on all fours, your bare ass exposed to Hellboy as he massaged your buttocks. His fingers relaxing and getting closer to your exit.

Holding you by your waist and knelling against the floor. Hellboy continued to massage your buttocks, as his cock gently slid between your cheeks. With each slow movement of his hips, he pressed his cock a little more into your exit.

"Good girl, Y/N. Good girl." he purred.

Each rocking of his hips against you was slow and gentle. Only pushing a little more, once he was satisfied and knowing you could take more of him, without it hurting. Hellboy continued to prise and massage your buttocks. Showing more mercy than he did to your pussy.

After showing your behind some love. Hellboy carefully pulled out and rolled you onto your back. His devilish grin widening, pleased of the unravelled mess he turned you into. You cheeks flushed as heavy breathes left you. Although your body ached of being stretched, it still begged for more.

"F-Fuck Red."

"You took all of me. Good girl, baby. You're body was meant to be ravished."

He crawled over you and placed a passionate kiss upon your lips. As he thrusted into you, his cock invading your entrance once more. While his hand slammed your ass.

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Hi there! How are you? Whenever I see Fyodor x readers, I always see angst or serious-toned fluff, and my gremlin self would like to change that! XD. May I please request a Fyodor x mischievous! reader fic where the reader's ability directly counters Fyodor's, so reader can touch him?

Here's the catch though. This is no ordinary 'can't be touched' x 'the only one who can touch him' trope XD. Because there are two abilities fighting against each other and Fyodor's is the offensive ability (Crime and punishment go BRRRR!), when physical contact is made, it will cause a tingly/ticklish sensation to shoot through Fyodor wherever the reader touches him directly with their hands XD. I think this idea would be cute. Imagine Fyodor being all focussed and deep in thought and this absolute menace of a reader decides to hold his hand, causing Fyodor to giggle and snap out of his thoughts. It gets worse the longer reader maintains physical contact, so reader constantly holds this over his head. Basically, reader is a little shit and Fyodor is now apprehensive to be in the same room with them while he has exposed skin.

pairing: Fyodor Dostoyevsky x Reader word count: summary: behind every ability is a setback. But for Fyodor, everyone was convinced this man was untouchable. Well, until you showed up, at least. warnings: possible mentions of violence A/n: no because this is literally so cute and relatable 😭 like omg I would be on this man 24/7. Poor guys gonna have to start wearing like 7 layers of clothes, a mask, and sunglasses to hide every possible spot of bare skin he could possibly have on display normally. 🥴 It gave me a lot of No Longer Human vibes though so I hope that’s okay. If not, just lmk and I can make it where the reader is only able to nullify/counter Fyodor’s ability.

Every ability has its own setbacks. But nobody ever thought that Fyodor's would have one, too. Crime and Punishment—possibly one of the most dangerous abilities of them all, was an ability that could allow the user to kill anybody they touch. But unlike most setbacks—when they come with the ability—Fyodor's setback is more of a counter to his ability that's caused by someone else's ability: yours.

You possess an extraordinary ability that directly counters Fyodor's. Your power allows you to touch him, sending a tingly and ticklish sensation through his body wherever your hands make contact. It's an ability you've come to thoroughly enjoy using against him.

One day, as Fyodor sits in his dimly lit office, deep in thought, you decide it's the perfect time to put your mischievous nature to work. You quietly enter the room, your presence unnoticed by the usually vigilant Fyodor. With a sly grin, you approach him, reaching out your hand to touch his exposed forearm.

The moment your fingers make contact with his pale skin, a burst of ticklish sensations courses through Fyodor's body. His stoic expression falters, and a startled giggle escapes his lips, completely disrupting his thoughts. He jerks his arm away from you, his purple eyes narrowing as he realizes your intentions.

"Is there something you find amusing, Y/N?" Fyodor inquires, his voice tinged with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity.

You feign innocence, batting your eyelashes at him. "Oh, nothing at all, Fyodor. Just testing a theory."

Fyodor's apprehension grows as he watches you. He knows that the ticklish sensations intensify the longer you maintain physical contact. It's a power you've held over him since the day you discovered it, and you take great delight in tormenting him with it.

With a mischievous glint in your eye, you decide to push the boundaries further. You boldly take Fyodor's hand in yours, sending an electrifying wave of tickles up his arm. He stifles another giggle, his stoic facade crumbling further.

"You know," you tease, "it's quite fascinating how such a powerful ability has this little quirk, isn't it, Fyodor?"

Fyodor, now visibly flustered, struggles to maintain his composure. "It's hardly amusing," he mutters, his cheeks tinted with an embarrassed flush.

But you don't relent. You continue to hold his hand, your fingers dancing along his skin, sending delightful shivers down his spine. Fyodor's attempts to concentrate on anything else become futile as your relentless tickling threatens to turn him into a giggling mess.

From that day on, Fyodor becomes apprehensive whenever he's in the same room with you, especially if there's even a hint of exposed skin. Your ability to make him giggle uncontrollably has become your secret weapon, one that you delight in using to keep him on his toes.

And as Fyodor struggles to regain his serious demeanor, you can't help but revel in the knowledge that you hold the power to make even the most enigmatic of abilities crumble into laughter.

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andy-clutterbuck · 6 months

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SDCC 2017 Autograph Signing for Anonymous

#Andrew Lincoln #*#andygifs #flashing gif #A SPECIMEN™#excuse me sir please put your forearms away thank you #menace #also his arm hair but i'm not gonna be that weird right now #still hate that hat #H A N D S #his n e c k #oh there's bram stoker knocking again #the mold broke #no it didn't you couldn't even make such a mold #the white tee forever hits different than his normal con uniform #i love arm

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twostepstyless · 1 year

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Carpet Burn

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Author’s Note: Harry has gained a sprig of mistletoe and is playing a game of kiss chase around the house which ends up with the living room rug seeing more action than it has in a while. Something spicy for your Saturday evening xo

As always, reblogs, likes and feedback of all kinds is forever appreciated and encouraged - G xx

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NSFW - 18+ please

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“Harry, fuck off” Y/N shrieked, bolting around him out of the laundry room he had cornered her into. She ran into the kitchen putting the island between her and Harry who was holding the sprig of greenery in his hand above his head. Her hands slammed down on the island, panting as she caught her breath.

“That’s so cruel, baby, jus’ want t’love you,” he gave little kissy noises, waving the mistletoe around.

“You love me all the time and you’ve been kissing me with that thing in your hand for the last quarter of an hour. Y’lips are going to end up all chapped,” Y/N said as they started looping around the island as Harry tried to reach for her.

“At least chapped lips will be a wound that showed my love f’you,” Harry said playfully, wiggling his eyebrows.

“C’mere and lemme give you a hickey that’ll be a wound for you,” Y/N retaliated as she jumped back as Harry’s outstretched hand brushed against her forearm.

“Gladly, bite away, little vampire,” Harry extended his neck, with a wink.

“You’re a menace,” she breathed before Harry darted forward, “NO!” she scream-laughed as his free arm caught her round the middle, as she tried to run away again, hauling her back towards his chest as he dangled the mistletoe above their heads as he began to pepper kisses along her cheek and neck.

“Y’need to follow the rules of the mistletoe,” he said between kisses.

“The rule of mistletoe means it hangs above a door, not getting ran down by m’boyfriend like some fucked up game of kiss chase,” she giggled, brewing up a plan to escape his clutches. She turns her head to look him in the eye, a coy look in her eye, as if she was going to play his game. He leant forward to capture her lips, and as he just brushed hers, she reached up and tickled his underarm that was exposed by holding the mistletoe above them. His arm slammed down in a shriek after being tickled, and his grip around her middle loosened as she slipped free, bolting down the hallway into their living room as she heard his feet carry him after her.

“Tickling?! That’s a low blow, m’heart,” he called down the hall.

“Had to do it, I had no other choice,” she held her hands up in surrender.

“Give me one more good one, in front of the Christmas tree,” Harry pleaded, “then I’ll hang it up and only annoy you with it every time you walk under the door, I promise,” he tried compromising it, twirling the sprig of greenery and berries between his fingers.

“One more,” Y/N warned, squinting her eyes in faux warning, she’d let him play his little game whenever he wanted, she just liked to tease him, rile him up and pretend it annoyed her, when actually, she was basking in the attention he was bathing her in.

“Deal,” he whispered, stooping to capture her lips, he kissed her slowly, trying his best to savour every second before she inevitably broke away from him. His tongue traced the seam of her lips before their tongues tangled. Heat spread throughout her, starting in her lips with a tingle before ripping down her throat and to the ends of each of limbs in a fiery inferno. She broke away, breathing heavily as Harry assumed that he had got his fill and the game was over, “thank you, m’heart,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against hers as he placed the mistletoe on the mantlepiece that was arms reach away, but to his utter surprise, Y/N threw her arms around his neck and brought her lips back to hers in an act of dominance. She pressed up on her toes as she kissed him with every ounce of passion she could muster. His lips were warm and soft, not at all chapped, as they parted, mostly in shock and her tongue slid in, caressing his with her own. Harry broke away first as her kisses travelled, touching base on the corner of his lips, his cheek, the hinge of his jaw before licking a stripe from just under his ear round the curve of it onto his neck. “Wait, wha-” Harry panted out, groaning, and letting his head fall back as her fingers wound into his hair, tugging slightly as her teeth found his earlobe.

She broke away, “want you.”

“M’confused, thought you were annoyed at my game?” Harry asked, clueless.

“Never annoyed at you loving on me, want more, want you,” her fingers were twirling the curls at the nape of his neck, loving hearing him whimper at her words and as her nails gave a satisfying scratch to his scalp.

“Upstairs?” He asked, “I’ll take y’to bed, gorgeous,” he took her free hand in his as he tried to pull her towards the living room door.

“Can’t wait, I need y’now,” and with that her hand slipped out his hair and the other leaving his intertwined fingers before landing on his shoulders and pushing down on them. Harry dropped to his knees. Y/N remained standing. His fingers ran from her ankles upwards with a feather touch, before gripping the waistband of her jeans, fingers finding the button, he looked up at her through his eyelashes in question, she nodded. He popped the button open, before sliding the zip down, splitting the teeth. “Wait, where’s the dog?” she asked in a gasp of realisation, the last thing she wanted was to traumatise their dog with the act his parents were about to do on the living room floor when he scooted in for a nap on the sofa when no one was looking.

“Out with the walker, not due back for another 45 minutes,” Harry soothed her worry, nudging his head forward, kissing her stomach that was still covered by her long-sleeved top before his hands found the opened waist band of her jeans again and pushed it down. Once past the full of her bum, her jeans fell to a puddle on the ground around her feet as Harry gripped one of Y/N’s hands to help her step out of the pile of denim as she kicked them behind her, landing under the tree like a gift. Harry’s hands were running laps again, ankles to calves to knees to thighs to hips to thighs to knees to calves to ankles. On his third run, as his touch rendered Y/N breathless he took a handful of her right thigh in his hand and urged her leg over his left should, knee hooking over so she was stood on one leg. She wobbled, but Harry took one of her hands in his and urged the other one to grip onto his hair as he shivered at her pull on the strands. “Baby,” he breathed, “y’already making such a mess f’me,” he saw the growing damp patch on the cotton of her underwear before turning his head to his left. A trail of saliva glistened on her goosebump covered thigh as Harry pressed wet kisses from the bend in her knee up to the highest point on her inner thigh he could reach. Reaching the top, he exhaled then breathed deep through his nose, “m’heart, y’smell alone has me aching for you,” he whispered in prayer against the supple skin of her thigh. Y/N’s eyes flitted down to see Harry was correct, the hard length of him was straining against the fabric of his jogging bottoms. “Jus’ need a little taste first, okay? Then y’can have me, whatever, however, you want,” Harry promised before his right hand came up, slipping under the elastic of her damp underwear that covered her. He pushed it to the side, taking in the leaking arousal that had his mouth watering.

“Harry, please,” she pleaded, and Harry wasn’t in the mood for more teasing. His tongue darted out and ran the length of her, tasting every drip of her pooled wetness, moaning in pleasure at the taste of her coating his tongue. Her hand flexed in his grip as his thumb rubbed soothing circles where it gripped her, as his tongue mirrored the action on the swell of her clit. Y/N’s head tipped back between her shoulders, as she moaned out to the ceiling before Harry quickly broke away, upsetting himself just as much as it upset her.

“Need you to look at me, Y/N/N, the whole time ‘kay?” Harry said in the sort of tone of voice that left her moonstruck as she nodded her head dumbly. “Need y’to say it, pretty,” he spoke pressing a kiss to her pubic bone.

“Promise. I promise, I’ll keep watching, please Harry need y’to keep going,” she whined and Harry dove back in savouring the feeling of the pull on his hair that left the roots burning. Harry’s free hand, that wasn’t clinging to hers, wrapped around her hip and gripped the full of her ass and pushed her into his mouth as his lips suctioned onto her clit and little bursts of moaning filtered through her lips. Harry was feasting as his head shook from side to side to get deeper as Y/N’s body began to hunch over on itself, her standing leg wobbling. Harry felt great, the very act of pleasing her always had him on the edge and propelled him over it a few times too, and he just needed a little relief to edge himself and not finish in his underwear. His hand left its grip on her behind and quickly came down to his own lap, before reaching under the thick elastic waist of his sweatpants, slipping into his briefs, and pulling himself free as much as he could without having to stop holding her hand in his. He gripped himself tight as he moaned in satisfaction, the noise reverberating through Y/N’s core that her let out a high-pitched whine. Her eyes followed Harry’s arm that slipped from its place on her bum, seeing his bicep flex againt the t-shirt sleeve that was wrapped around him. Her gaze followed the crook of his elbow, dancing over the black ink that covered his arm, it almost looked animated as his arm moved. She saw his wrist twist every so often and his fingers pull and tug, as she finally saw the grip he had around his cock as he got off on the taste of her. “Fuck, Harry, Har- m’gonna cum,” she panted, her grip iron in both his hand and atop his head.

Harry broke away for just a second to say, “good girl baby, all over me, all over m’tongue.” He dove back in, varying in sucks, licks and flicks to her clit before dipping into where her arousal wept as he felt her walls flutter and pulse around his tongue before her entire body seized up much further than he thought possible, she rolled up onto the tiptoes of her standing leg, teeth sank into her bottom lip and head tilted back, finally breaking her gaze as she soared closer and closer to the sun and then began to freefall. She came hard. All her muscles liquified, her grip in his hair released so her palm was flat against his head, her other hand releasing the grip on his fingers and fell back onto the flat of her foot and she moaned loudly. Harry’s hand dropped from his grip on his length before both hands rushed to her lower back to hold her steady as fell back to earth in shivers and quivering moans and little uh-huh’s slipping out as Harry praised her and asked if she was alright. She couldn’t stop herself as she fell to her knees in front of him, wrapping her arms around his neck and sealing her lips to his, tasting herself on his tongue and between their shared breath. Her fingers reached for the bottom of his t-shirt pulling it up as far as she could before parting from his lips and sliding it the rest of the way off. Her hands coasted down his chest, his skin warm from the fireplace they had burning in the living room. Her fingers found the pushed down waistband of his joggers and briefs and began to push them further, as Harry stood to his knees to bunch them down his thighs. When they got stuck at his bent knees, Y/N grew impatient and began shoving at his shoulders, Harry getting the messaged quickly as he fell to sit on his hip before letting his legs unfold in front of him and lay on his back on the living room rug. Y/N whipped the garments of his bottom half off the rest of the way, letting them fall into the pile of clothing that looked like presents under the Christmas tree before she slung on leg over his hips and sat atop him.

“Is this, okay?” she asked, her panties were still slid to one side as her wet core slid against the underside of his cock which was pushed against his stomach.

“Fuck me,” Harry moaned in pleasure, “Jesus, more than okay, do what you need, my girl,” Harry’s eyes scrunched at the wet feeling gliding over his hard member. Harry felt underdressed as he blinked his eyes open seeing her top half still completely covered. He reached for the bottom of the soft jersey material and bunched it up, questioning her with his eyes before her hands fell on top of his as she helped it over her head. Y/N rocked her weight onto her knees, raising to them to reach under and grip his length in her hand, directing the red, leaking tip to her entrance, swiping it through her folds quickly as Harry bucked slightly as she guided it to her hole before slipping down and letting the tip enter her, relishing in the stretch just his head caused her. Harry’s hands flew to grip her hips, his fingers dimpling her the flesh there.

“Slow baby, slow, take your time,” he panted out as Y/N’s chin fell to her chest as she breathed heavily.

“Good, s’good H,” she moaned as she slipped down, taking more of him, before biting the bullet and letting her hips drop in a smooth glide as he was entirely sheathed inside her.

Fuck-fuck, Y/N, shit baby,” Harry’s neck arched upward as his head tipped as far back against the floor as it could.

“Need a minute, need a minute,” she babbled, his thumbs were back rubbing their circling patterns, this time on the front of her thighs.

“Shit so do I, y’so tight and got me so deep, m’trying not to come now,” Harry breathed heavy breaths through his nose trying to tether himself back to the moment they were sharing. Y/N’s hands found purchase on Harry’s abdomen to give herself some leverage, as the burn began to subside and she began to feel how deep she had him, her hips ticked forward in a slow grind as they both let out low moans as they finally felt the satisfying friction they were creating. Y/N kept to the grinding for a few moments, Harry watching in awe as her head dipped and circled as she lost herself in the sensation, her clit brushing deliciously against the groomed hairs around his base. She was building herself up and that first raise and drop of her hips had Harry whining. She rose until it was just his tip inside her before dropping swiftly down and repeating the motion, getting quicker until she had built a steady rhythm.

“Y’so good to me, y’know that,” Harry was helping her along, his grip on her hips raising and dropping her alongside her set pace to help her maintain it.

“Harry, y’so fucking deep, oh my god,” Y/N knew she didn’t have long left maintaining riding him like this, the muscles in her legs were beginning to burn so much it was taking her out of the moment, so she let her chest drop until it was pressed against Harry’s as she panted against the home she found in Harry’s neck.

“You need my help, gorgeous?” Harry asked, wanting to check she didn’t just need a break as his hand smoothed down her back. He felt her nod against his throat, then her lips pucker in a gentle kiss before a soft please escaped her throat. Harry planted his feet on the rug, his knees bending to cradle her as he raised her by the hips, before he began fucking up into her, knocking her breathless. Her clit maintained contact contact with his pubic bone and every rut of his hips had it rubbing deliciously against the heated skin.

“Jesus fucking-” Harry sobbed out as Y/N’s lips suctioned against his throat, leaving the mark of her passion on his skin. Y/N’s fingers found the shag of the rug and buried in it to hold herself steady as Harry was brutal with his pace. She couldn’t make a sound, the slap of his skin against hers almost winding her. Harry kept it up as long as he could before he missed her face. His fingers found her hair and he pulled her head free from his neck so he could look her in the eyes, but Y/N felt so good not even Harry’s grip on the back of her head to keep it there as her forehead fell to his sternum. So, Harry moved them. He dropped her hips so she was fully seated on his aggressively leaking cock, gripped her hip and rolled them, quickly catching himself with his free hand so he didn’t lay too much of his bodyweight on her as her back hit the carpet where he once lay. Y/N wasn’t happy with him holding himself up though as her she locked her legs around his back, ankles crossed, and tugged on the arm that was holding him up until he dropped to his forearm by her head. His eyes searched her face.

“Just need to feel you everywhere,” she explained breathily as Harry began to roll his hips again on instinct. Their lips met messily and hungrily. The length of the bodies pressed together, creating a burning heat between them. His tongue was pressed between her parted lips in almost ticklish kitten licks. The hearts beating in sync as Harry’s thrusts moved her against the rug.

“Baby, y’gonna make me fucking come,” Harry panted, the tone in his voice licked around the words like thick, gooey honey, trapping her in the stickiness.

“M’so close, H,” she whined, her hand wriggling between their close bodies as she began to work her clit. Harry’s senses were heightened to an impossible level, under the heady smell of sex he could make out her fading perfume, the scent blooming on her clammy skin. He could feel every circle she made on her clit as her knuckles rubbed against his abdomen as they worked. They climbed higher and higher together, the balloons swelling in the pit of both their stomachs, the ribbon coiling tighter, the water rising to the edges of the river bank.

“Baby, gonna need y’to come with me, okay?” Harry pulled his lips away from hers to look at her as she nodded, “m’gonna count us down, okay, then y’gonna come all over me, yeah? Y’gonna soak me, aren’t you?”

“Harry, now, please I can’t-can’t fucking hold it,” she bucked her hips against his.

“3,” he breathed, the florals of her perfume were stuck to his skin.

“2,” the balloon was threatening to burst, the ribbon was too tight, the water nearly overflowing.

“1,” they both moaned in unison.

It was if two needles simultaneously popped the balloons, a pair of scissors snipped the ribbons as they unravelled, and the banks of the river burst. Harry gripped her hips as he stilled, coming in thick ropes inside of her as Y/N’s back arched off the floor as she met her end, moans echoing around the bottom floor of their house as they worked each other over the peak and down the other side. The balloons were gone, the ribbon in a pile on the floor and the water subsiding as the caught their breath. Harry’s full weight collapsed on top of her as their skin clung to each other’s.

“Fucking hell,” Harry breathed before slumping off her, falling onto his back on the floor before rolling her over to be lying on top of him.

“Bet y’glad you bought that pissing mistletoe now, eh?” Y/N smirked, placing a chaste kiss to his sweaty skin.

“I’m away to buy more of it as soon as I can feel m’legs,” Harry pushed his hair back before tilting his head up to see her, reaching behind him to grab the mistletoe that had fell from its place on the mantle to floor, “how about one more for luck?” he hovered the sprig above their heads as Y/N rolled her eyes before scooching up to kiss him deeply.

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