#and maybe it shouldn't be so dirty and enticing

[navybrat817]

A Debt to Pay

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky isn't a man to be crossed. Word Count: Over 3.2k Warnings: Brief explicit sexual content, swearing, violence, mentions of trafficking and dark themes, mob!Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Expanding the world of A Price to Pay and I can't wait to share more. ❤️ Beta read by the beautiful @dreamlessinparis, but any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by @maysdigitalarts and moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

You didn't know who Bucky Barnes was when he came into your life, but you recognized a lethal man when you saw one. Dangerous, enticing, confident. The jawline for days and soft brown hair added to his allure. You smiled when he walked toward you, earning you a wicked smirk in return when you didn't flinch under his stare. You weren't a wilting flower.

Even if his piercing gaze was the most intimidating you had ever seen. 

You were still entranced by his blue eyes as his large, powerful frame invaded your space. You hadn’t even noticed his left hand was metal until he wrapped it around your wrist. It had been a test to see how you'd react to his touch. 

You took a step closer. 

You passed. 

"You shouldn't be here."

Those weren't the words you expected, the deep timbre of his voice rolling along your skin over the music. Your friend managed to get your name on the VIP list for the new club in town, but maybe you weren't welcome. You weren't, however, about to let this man throw you out. His suit was too sharp for a bouncer. 

It didn't matter what job he had. You wanted him. When you wanted something, or someone, you stood your ground. And you wanted nothing more than to chase away the shadows in his eyes and replace them with fire. 

"And where should I be? Your bed?”

Fingertips brushed against your throat before his thumb caressed your lips. A flicker of a flame ignited in his eyes when you sucked the digit into your mouth, watching the fire grow as you swirled your tongue around it. His grip tightened a fraction on your wrist. Could he feel how fast your heart was beating?

"Why don't we start with my lap, doll?"

Bucky didn't wait until you were back at his place to fuck you, pulling you into the lush office so you wouldn't be disturbed. Bracing your hands on his shoulders, your cries resonated in the room as you rode him. It wasn't the thrill of fucking a stranger that had you so aroused. It was him. 

You were addicted from the start.

"Fuck, that's it. Take me. Keep my cock nice and wet."

His release trickled down your thighs when he took you to his car minutes later and you prayed he'd fuck you again soon. Two men who looked almost as intimidating as Bucky stood beside it, not sparing you a glance as the door opened. It wasn't smart to leave with him, but curiosity got the better of you. 

"Who are you?"

"You really wanna know?"

Bucky told you he co-owned the club with his best friend, Steve Rogers, but didn't tell you the rest right away. You didn't hold that against him. He had to make sure you wouldn't be another fling, after all. Or a honey pot. 

Trust is gained and loyalty is returned. 

Many late nights and early mornings helped bring you closer together. You opened up to him, often falling asleep in his arms after deep conversations. It was something you hadn't done since your ex-boyfriend, Nick. You learned a lot about him, too. His dreams, hopes, even his fears. 

He fell in love.

So did you. 

"You're my world, doll."

You're my everything. 

Love wasn't the problem. He was romantic, but didn't take you out often. When he did, it was completely private. No prying eyes. You hadn't met most of his friends nor any of his family. You wondered if he was ashamed of you. 

You did let him fuck you raw the night you met. 

For a brief time, you wondered if you were his dirty, little secret. But if you knew anything about Bucky, it was that he was loyal. He would never cheat on you. 

You asked him one evening if he saw a future with you. If he did, something had to give. If he didn't, you could walk away. You wouldn't feel whole again if you left, but you'd do your best to be strong. The stricken look he gave you when you mentioned leaving broke your heart. 

"I'm one of the most dangerous men in the city."

The man you fell in love with came from one of the most powerful mob families not just in the city, but in the world. The club was one of the many businesses he had his hands in, some that stretched as far away as Russia. He earned a reputation and respect, along with money and power. 

With all of that came enemies.

It was one of the reasons why he tried to protect you in the beginning of your relationship. Desperation often led to people getting hurt or worse. If anything happened to you, he’d set the world on fire. Instead of running away when you learned who he was and what he did, which is what he expected, you stood by him. 

"You're still a good man. I still love you."

Always. 

Bucky kept you tied to the bed that night, leaving you dizzy with pleasure until you were nothing but a whimpering, writhing mess beneath him. The sheets were ruined, soaked with your juices and sweat as you lost count of how many orgasms he gave you. He admitted as he cleaned you up that he never would’ve let you go if you walked away. Fucked out and exhausted, you smiled. 

“You’re stuck with me, James.” 

He knew you meant business when you used his first name.

Unlike some of the spouses and lovers Bucky’s associates had, you requested to know at least the minimum ins and outs of his true business. He didn’t like that at first. Knowing too much was another way you could get hurt. He told you that as you argued, tying you to the bed again once he dragged you there.

“EVERYTHING I do is to protect you, doll. It’s too fucking dangerous for you to get involved!”

“How do you think I feel when you go out there every day? Let me help you!”

He tried to distract you with his cock, his pace brutal and deep enough to make you choke on your breath. It almost worked. Trembling with each thrust, you accepted his frenzy, but grew more determined to stay by his side in every aspect. It was an argument he wouldn't win. 

"You're not backing down, are you?"

"No, but you'll keep me safe, Bucky. We'll keep each other safe."

"Then be my queen."

The wedding ceremony was small and intimate, which is what you both wanted. You fell in love even more when he said "I do", proud to take his last name. Steve swore he never saw him look so happy and warned you to never break his heart. 

"You don't trust me, Steve?"

"I trust you. I also know he'd destroy the city if you ever hurt him. Or if he lets you get hurt."

Your home was well protected and bodyguards Bucky selected were willing to lay down their lives for you. To appease him, you didn't involve yourself in all of his dealings. There had to be some separation of business and pleasure. Anything that potentially hurt your husband though, you expected to be alerted. 

Which was why you were at the meeting tonight.

You were the only woman in the room, your guards keeping an eye on the men at the table. They may have been Bucky's associates, but their job was to protect you above all else. You half expected to see Steve's new girl, only because he didn't want her out of his sight. Knowing him, he wanted to shield her from this part of his world. The girl already went through enough with her asshole ex.

She has a good man now, like I do. 

"Wasn't expecting to see you tonight," Lance Tucker said, making a show of biting his lip as you brought a drink over to Bucky at the head of the table. 

Your husband never liked the ex-athlete. Too arrogant and predatory. He had a good read on people and the clean-cut appearance didn't fool him. He only allowed him to be close to keep an eye on him. 

"I asked her to be here," Bucky told him, offering his hand to help you sit in his lap. You wore a short, black dress to match his suit and didn't mind it riding up as you got comfortable. The men knew better than to look. "If anyone has a problem with that, say so."

"No, boss," the men said in unison.

"No problem at all," Lance grinned. 

"Good," Bucky didn't smile back as his fingertips brushed along your neck and upper back. To anyone else, the gesture appeared to be one of possession. The truth was, having his hands on you in some way grounded him. 

“I must say, Barnes” Lance began, leaning back in his chair as he stared at your chest. “I don’t know how you get anything done. If she were mine, I’d never let her off my cock.”

Bucky’s hand stilled for a moment on the back of your neck. The other men glanced at their boss, waiting with bated breath to see what he would do. Before he could open his mouth, you straightened your back and smiled.

“It’s too bad for you that I’m his and always will be.”

“Only here for eye candy?" Lance raised an eyebrow. "You sure you don’t mind letting me have a taste?”

“I’m not really good about sharing,” Bucky said with a harsh stare. "And my wife is much more than eye candy, so you better show her some respect."

“We don’t really need to beat around the bush, do we?” Steve interjected. He didn’t appreciate small talk during meetings like these. “I think you know why you’re here.”

Lance nodded. “I do. I had a feeling you’d call me.”

“So, you’re aware that one of the locations you moved to is right outside of my territory?” Bucky asked. “And you’ve been making a nice profit.”

Lance smirked, shrugging a little. “I was in debt. I saw the opportunity and I took it. Nothing wrong with that.”

“When it undermines my husband, there is something wrong with that,” you argued, though you didn’t raise your voice. 

“I don’t recall asking for your opinion. So unless he plans to shove his cock in your mouth to shut you up-”

“Watch how you speak to my wife,” Bucky said in a low voice. You knew he was tempted to shoot him and be done with it. "I won't tell you again."

You placed a hand on his thigh to quell his anger. “As entertaining as that would be for all of you and fun for me,” you pressed a kiss to his temple. “I’m going to keep talking and you are going to listen.”

Lance crossed a leg over his knee as he leaned back in his chair, gesturing with his hand. “By all means.”

“Back to what I said about undermining my husband,” you began as everyone listened. Bucky hung on your every word, too, because he wouldn’t dare disrespect his queen. “Now, you operate just outside of his territory. Bold and a bit insulting, but you didn’t break any rules by doing so. I can respect that.”

“Glad you can give respect where it’s due,” he agreed.

“But you did break the rules when you began to poach girls from The Tower,” you told him, holding out your hand. Joaquin was there within seconds, handing you a folder. 

Lance’s smirk stayed plastered on his face, but a flash of fear flickered before he could hide it. “People switch places all the time.”

“The girls were paid well and the clients were good to them, so you must have offered them something more. You may have even taken a couple against their will. Poaching them takes money out of the club, which takes money out of my husband’s pocket.”

“That’s not what-”

“Not to mention, one of the things Bucky and Steve pride themselves on is the safety of any person working in their clubs. That includes their dancers. They’re just trying to make a living and deserve respect like everyone else. And a few of those girls have gone missing.”

"The city's an expensive place to live. They probably took off."

"Or you sold them," you guessed, sliding the folder across the table. "Before you deny it, you might want to take a look in there."

You didn't have to tell the rest of the men what the pictures contained as Lance opened the folder, visibly getting pale as he flipped through it. There were photos of him and different girls, at multiple angles, going into the same building. The poor things never came out. 

"You're selling those girls," Bucky stated, his voice laced with anger. No amount of coaxing or distracting would calm him down. Trafficking was an arena he refused to touch. Not with the kind of past his old friend, Natasha, had. "You son of a bitch."

"You're not smart enough to pull this off by yourself," Steve mused. He read his friend well and knew he was close to snapping. "And we know Ransom isn't working with you. Give us a name."

Lance shoved the folder away with a sneer. "Those photos don't prove shit."

"That isn't a name," Steve said.

"I guess it isn't."

You refrained from pinching the bridge of your nose. Bucky and Steve weren't men to be crossed. They had rules in place for a reason, but people still pushed. 

"We're giving you a chance to do this the right way, which is more than what you deserve," Steve said as you rubbed Bucky's thigh. The muscles relaxed slightly under your palm, but he still felt too tense for your liking. "Otherwise, we can take you to the basement and sort this out."

"The basement? Wait a fucking minute!"

"Give us a name." Steve didn't like to repeat himself.

Neither did your husband.

"Didn't you poach your girl from Ransom? Yeah, we know all about that. Don't act like you're better than me," Lance snapped, panic filling his eyes when Steve reached for his gun. You didn't blame him. The situations weren't the same. "I can't give you a name! They'll kill me."

"They? Who are they?" Bucky demanded, pushing his chair back and gesturing for you to stand. He stood up after you, putting his body between you and Lance. Even though he was across the table, he was keeping you safe in case he tried anything. You also knew he was trying to deflect the attention away from Steve. "Answer. Me."

"Wait!" he pleaded, putting his hands up when your bodyguards grabbed his gun and took aim. "Don't shoot me. The girls are just for extra cash, but one of them is after your wife!"

All eyes were on you as the words echoed along the walls. "After me?" you asked.

Who would be dumb enough to go after me?

"He doesn't want to sell you. He wants to keep you. I heard one of the movers talk about it," Lance swallowed a little before he continued. "The guys are some kind of agents or ex-agents. CIA, FBI, I don't fucking know. This dude's obsessed from what I've heard."

You gripped Bucky's arm hard enough to make him glance back at you. "Is his name Nick?"

When the brunette refused to answer, Bucky gave one of the guards a single nod. You didn't wince when Lance got a hard punch to the mouth. You witnessed a lot worse. 

"Fuck!" Lance spit a bit of blood on the table. "Yes! His fucking name is Nick! Nick Fowler. Don't fucking hit me again!"

You closed your eyes, guilt and a bit of fear flooding you. Nick, your ex-boyfriend, was a crooked CIA agent. You admittedly had a thing for dangerous men, but the difference between Bucky and Nick was that your husband didn't enjoy hurting people. Nick, however, would kill anyone to get ahead. He was furious when you broke it off, but you got as far away from him as you could. You never expected to see or hear from him again. 

Did he target Bucky's girls because of me? Hurting me by hurting them?

"It's okay, doll," Bucky whispered. He knew all about your ex. You kept no secrets from your husband. "Nick hasn't been in the city. My men would have alerted me."

The unspoken threat of retaliation hung in the air, a warning to anyone who even thought of betraying him.

"He isn't here. He sent an 'associate'. Look, I got greedy. I'll stop poaching the girls. Just let me leave."

“Bucky,” you whispered, your nails grazing under his chin as you made him look at you. Touching him grounded you, too. “Did this man insult you?”

“He did.”

“Did he betray your trust?”

"He did," he repeated.

"Then do what you need to do," you told him.

I'll stand beside you.

“Lance, you gained a seat at this table and you repaid that favor by sticking your hand in my pocket. I can forgive that."

"I said-"

"You put innocent poor girls through hell for your own gain. I can't forgive that so easily."

Lance's jaw clenched when Steve pointed his gun at his head. 

"And you knew this man planned to go after my wife," the frost in Bucky's voice made you shiver. "I demand payment."

"G-Give me a few days and I'll get your money for all the girls you lost," Lance offered.

Bucky tilted his head a fraction. "You can pay your debt in blood."

Steve aimed lower and fired, the silencer masking the sound, before Lance screamed. Blood seeped through his fingers as he gripped his shoulder, getting paler by the second. "Fucker! I hope he gets your new fucktoy, too!"

He cried out again when the guards yanked him up to pull him from the room. You knew they'd take him to the basement. After that comment, Steve might pay a personal visit.

It was nice knowing you, Lance.

"Have Natasha check the club. Make sure the girls are safe. Get us an update on Nick. We need to know who he's been talking to and what his next move is. And get what you can out of Lance," Steve ordered, his tone leaving no room to argue as the men got to work. His girl didn't work at the club, but you knew he'd check on her to be on the safe side.

Bucky would've given the order himself, but he was too preoccupied with you. The news frightened you more than you cared to admit. "I won't let him get you, doll. You hear me?" he asked, gripping your chin so you'd look into his eyes.

Where there used to be ice, there was fire.

"I hear you and I trust you," you whispered before he kissed you, the wedding band against your skin a reminder that you weren't alone. 

The queen to his king.

No one, outside of Bucky's closest friend, ever put as much faith in him as you did. While he may have been a wolf to some, you were never his prey. You'd hunt beside him. 

Even when Nick would try to take you away.

Let him try. Because if he lays a finger on me, Bucky will burn his world to the ground.

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Hope to share more soon. Love and thanks! ❤️

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[angelltheninth]

Kingmaker

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough oral, scratching, biting, overstimulation, clit stimulation, throne sex, semi-public sex, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation and name-calling, porn without plot, submissive Reader, Leona is rough but also with a hint of sweetness

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: By now I don't think it's a secret that I love Leona to bits. I'm not gonna lie I lowkey hope he sounds similar to Kovu in the eng dub, don't judge me. The prompt for this one was 'power imbalance' with Leona. For more of my 5k event fics you can go to my wholesome version or to me darker version of the lists.

You'd heard stories of the ruthless King Leona. When you first came into the throne room and he'd ordered everyone to leave, you could definitely see the hint of that sharp nature of his. But his face, his eyes, they weren't cruel, they were hungry.

When he told you to step closer, you found yourself mesmerized by his voice, they way he sat on his throne, his vest open and showing his abs, his biceps, his head casually leaning on his hand, "Come closer, let me have a good look my new handmaiden." Even his voice was enticing.

The only thing that was ruthless about him was the pace at which his mouth and tongue currently worked between your legs.

"Put your legs on my shoulders beautiful, let me really get in there." His voice vibrated though you, hands tangled in his wild mane of hair, his sharp nails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.

"My-my King! We shouldn't be doing this." You most definitely should be getting pleasure from your King's tongue probing and prodding your inner walls. You shouldn't lift your legs on his shoulders and bring him closer to you. You shouldn't be sitting on his throne, moaning as loudly as you were.

"Says who? Certainly not me. And is my word not law to you?" Your voice faltered before you could respond properly, trailing into a wonton whimper as he moved his head back and forth between your legs, "Tell me to stop then. Say you don't me to make you come and I'll stop. Do you want me to stop?"

At the very thought of him stopping now that you were so close your body revolted. Your thighs pressed tight around his head, "...No. Please don't stop, not yet." Heat flushed down your cheeks, the embarrassment only adding to the high pitch of your voice.

That fact only seemed to add to Leona's resolve, "Here I thought you were supposed to serve me, and here you are, panties on the floor, your bra tossed aside, your beautiful face hot with lust and shame, and loving every fucking second of your King taking what's his. Tell you what sweetheart, if you can come for me right now, I won't just make you my handmaiden, I'll make you my personal slut. I'll fuck you every night. Would you like that sweetheart?"

You could see it clearly in your head. Helping Leona with his daily duties during the day, and falling naked into his bed at night. Having to sneak around to not get caught, hiding the marks he leaves in you, yet relishing in them. Screaming his name in the safety of his bedroom while keeping your voice low whenever you have sex during the day, his hand over your mouth to help muffle your whimpers, his mouth hungry on yours before he lets you scream your pleasure out.

There was no holding back your orgasm, your hand clamping over your mouth, tears running down your face from the overstimulation you were experiencing at his hands.

"Good girl." His mischievous look sends further shivers down your spine, or maybe it was his tongue, still slick from you, licking up to your throbbing, pulsing clit, tapping and circling your the stiff bundle of nerves, "You'll keep my bed, and my cock, nice and warm from now."

You whimpered as he licked your clit again, this time pushing his head away, "Too much."

"What was that? Too much?" Leona leans his chin on your inner thigh spreading your slick as he gives you the cockiest grin you've ever seen before turning his head, his fangs scraping over your skin, "That won't do at all." You hissed in pain, Leona's fangs pressing into your thigh leaving behind a not at all subtle bite mark, "I see you need a little bit of stamina training."

"T-Training? What do you mean?" Leona rose from between your legs, pushing you further back, slotting his hips between your legs.

"I think you're smart enough to guess." His hand unbuckled his belt, undoing it just enough so he can slide his pants and underwear below his ass. Your eyes locked on the tip of his cock, a bead of thick cum pearling at the very top. "And I think, judging by that orgasm, that you're more than ready for my cock. You better hold on to me okay? Because I'm not gonna be gentle."

You gulp but despite his words find yourself drawing him closer and closer until you can comfortable wrap your arms around his shoulders. His lips move over your neck, slow and hot, unlike his cock which he pushes in all in one go.

The stretch wasn't that painful due to your arousal, plus the slick made it easier for him to move, to back up until only his tip is left in you. You only had but a taste of him, but your pussy already wants more, clinging onto his cock and wanting to draw him in deep once more.

Leona's hands held your hips still as he bottomed out again, "You're a little tight. Haven't had a cock like mine before huh? I'll make sure you get used to it soon. Just relax for me."

"I'm sorry." You apologized on instinct, eyes shutting tight.

"No need for that." His next kiss was surprisingly gentle, as was his thrust, calculated and slow, drawing out a shaky sigh from your lips, loosening you up.

Every thrust came with the addition spark of pleasure. It wasn't long until Leona started to hammer his hips against yours.

"That my good slut. Taking it so well for me." A wanton moan tears from your throat as he presses closer to you, "You sound delightful when you're getting fucked. I'm going to have so much fun with you sweetheart."

Your walls tighten around his cock, your nails run down his arms, bracing around his forearms as you arch your back further into him, the swell of your breast pressing against his muscular chest.

"Gonna come? Look at me. Look at your King while come from his cock." Leona's pace doubled, grunting, his eyes locked on yours, hungry and wild.

Your cunt clenched around him, fast like a spark of lightning. His smile was downright smug. Knowing that he drove you to this state, made you spread your legs in his throne room, craving his cock, making you let go so completely, he couldn't hold back either. Not anymore.

His hands tightened on your shaking hips, his pace getting more forceful, desperate, and almost a blur as his full balls finally emptied his cum deep into your womb, filling you up until his cum dripped from you.

Cupping the back of your head he hugged your close, kissing away your tears.

"You did well, I'm so proud of you." He rolled his hips a few more times, getting the last drops of cum out before he pulled out, his eyes locked on your cunt, swollen and so full of his seed that it spilled onto the throne room floor. "Hmm, next time we do it here I gotta remember to bring a towel with me. But don't worry, it's not like anything's gonna happen to you because of this. Especially because you're mine now, no one's gonna dare to even look at you wrong."

"I-Thank you my King." Leona tilted his head before chuckling, and bringing you into a deep kiss. He still tasted like you.

"You're my new handmaiden. It's my job to make sure you're content as well." His smile as as bright as the sun, "Speaking off, we should go wash up. Make sure you don't let too much of my cum drip down your thighs too much." The growl in his voice sent another bolt of arousal coursing through your body.

"Yes, my King." You had a feeling you'd be speaking those words a lot more in the future.

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[mike----wazowski]

i completely forgot i had something for sunday six last week lmao but i'll just post it today @four-white-trees @overdevelopedglasses @skysquid22 @passthroughtime @woundedheartwithin i've also seen @jichanxo being tagged in others so i thought i might add- hope that's ok!! 🫡🫡

this has been sitting in my drafts for ages and is a really old snippet. rikiya content was the first writing i did for yakuza 😔✊️

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"Riona, what are you doing out here? I asked you to get me your dirty laundry."

Kiryu's scolding seemed to go over Riona's head. She had her hands on her hips, and was striking a pose. "I'm practising my runway walk, Uncle Kaz. I'll need it for when I'm a supermodel!"

Kiryu sighed. "A supermodel."

"Yeah!"

"I thought you wanted to be a fashion designer?"

"Changed my mind!"

"Right. Well, maybe practice being a supermodel after you've given me your laundry," Kiryu said, with as much patience as a father-of-nine could muster. "You won't get on the runway with dirty clothes, will you?"

"What's this about bein' a supermodel?" A bright voice rang out. Haruka beamed as Rikiya approached the gates of Morning Glory, Mikio in tow. The moment they heard him (Rikiya could be heard from Downtown Ryukyu), the other kids emerged from the house, and Taichi came running to wrestle him, as was his signature greeting.

"Riona's practising her walk for the runway," Haruka chirped, as Rikiya was almost knocked off his feet. "She wants to be a catwalk model one day."

"Ohh, right, of course- Riona's our little fashionista!" Trying (and failing) to fend Taichi off, Rikiya called, "Let's see that walk, then, Riona!"

"Okay!"

Kiryu cleared his throat as Riona readied herself. "What about your laundry?"

Riona paid him no heed, starting up her attempt at a runway walk. She looked rather like a wobbly duckling taking its first steps, but Rikiya and Mikio cheered with the enthusiasm of a stadium crowd.

"Wow! You're gonna be at all the big shows!" Mikio said, and Rikiya yelped in agreement, unable to say more with Taichi trying to drag him down.

"Thanks! I keep asking Uncle Kaz to get me a pair of heels so I can practice properly, but he always says no," Riona said.

"Aniki- just doesn't- understand the lifestyle," Rikiya wheezed. Fortunately for him, Taichi had now switched targets to Mikio. "He's an unfashionable old man, y'know?"

"She's too young to wear heels," Kiryu intoned. "Plus, you're pretty far from the supermodel lifestyle yourself, Rikiya."

"Whaaa-" Rikiya let out a theatrical gasp, wheeling around to face Haruka. "Haruka-chan, did ya hear what he just said?"

"I did," Haruka giggled.

"Am I wrong?" Kiryu asked, voice dust-dry. "Anyway, we've had our fun- laundry now, Riona, and if you two are here you can help me with the-"

"Nope, nope, nope. I ain't lettin' this stand!" Rikiya interrupted, pushing his chest out. "I'm gonna show you how I strut my stuff, Aniki!"

"... what."

"I'm gonna do a runway walk that makes you go gaga!"

Taichi finally let up on his assault, dropping off of Mikio's back. "Isn't that for girls, Uncle Rikiya?"

"Don't say that like it's a bad thing!" Ayako scolded him.

"Both girls and guys both do modelling," Mikio told him. "I dunno if Rikiya fits the part, though. You gotta be good looking to be a model."

"Hey, go to hell!" Rikiya protested. "I'll show ya both what I can do!"

Though Kiryu looked like he wanted to protest, the prospect of seeing Rikiya make a fool of himself was enticing. And now Rikiya had his audience, he probably would go ignored anyway.

"Gotta have a good starting point..." Rikiya jogged over to the gates of Morning Glory. "You watch this!"

"Oh, I'm watching," Kiryu sighed.

Rikiya took long, flying strides, head angled so he was gazing dramatically into the distance. He wiggled his hips in a way that shouldn't have been anatomically possible. The kids shrieked with laughter, and Kiryu shook his head in disbelief.

"I'm gonna show you my passion... I'm gonna show you my fire..." He seemed to be going above and beyond a regular catwalk, adding off-key singing to the mix.

"Are you a model or an idol?" Kiryu asked.

"Both, aniki! I'm a triple threat! Singin', dancin', and killin' with good looks!" He turned to the kids. "Wanna join in?"

Izumi and Riona jumped at the chance, running to join him on his little stage. It took a moment of bravery, but Mitsuo followed. Never one to be upstaged, Taichi jumped in next, and soon all of them but Haruka were following Rikiya's makeshift choreography.

"I guess I'm never getting that laundry," Kiryu sighed, but he was smiling so openly Haruka couldn't take him seriously. "Not feeling like a supermodel, Haruka? Or dancer- whatever he thinks he's doing."

"Come on, Haruka-chan! Gotta show your oji-san what's what!" Rikiya called. "I'll have your heart inside of my hand-"

"'Cause I am the queen, oh queen of the passion!" Haruka jumped in, and Kiryu let out a genuine laugh, loud and strong.

It was just like Rikiya to turn a quiet night into one where everyone danced.

So of all the things wrong with his body- the bullet wounds, the blood, the empty eyes- the stillness was the worst part.

#sunday six #my writing #...sorry about that ending #rikiya shimabukuro #kiryu kazuma

[thefreakydeaky]

After the Thrill is Gone

Part Six

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Negan Smith x Reader

Modern AU

Summary: From the first moment you laid eyes on Negan you were inexplicabley drawn to him. The passion between you is hot and only grows more intense the longer you see each other. There is only one problem, you're both married to other people.

Warnings: Dark Fic , Stalking, Stalker behavior, Smuttyness, Adult Language, I'll add more warnings as I post, so please check the warnings for updates on each chapter.

You put Millie in her stroller and went for a walk inside the mall, a small one level building that wasn't much to look at, but it was something to do. You didn't have much to do that day and since you couldn't shake the feelings of paranoia you were having,

getting out of the house seemed a good idea. Looking in the windows of stores you could never afford didn't really bother you. There wasn't much you wanted from the mall in the first place.

The most enticing thing was the smell of fresh brewed coffee coming out of the Blue Moon bakery. You slowed as you got near to it. You picked through your purse scrounging up change to see if you had the four dollars. You did not. So, you dropped the coins into the pocket of your jeans and carried on.

The next store was a toy store. You focused on quickly moving passed that for Millie's sake. You turned to see what was in the next window. Clothing. You couldn't believe some of the new styles people were wearing. The color combinations were so bright and loud.

As you took a look at the last manaquin's outfit, you found yourself choking on your next breath. He was standing there in the reflection, watching you. In jeans and a white tshirt, his leather jacket encasing his broad shoulders. There was no mistaking him for anyone else. You kept watching the reflection as he drew nearer and nearer. Your heart beat drummed faster in your chest and then he was standing right behind you.

"What are you doing here?" The words left your mouth with aggitation in every note of your voice. You turned to face him.

"We need to talk." He told you.

He had a paper cup with the Blue Moon logo on it. You looked up into his eyes uncertainly. He held the cup out to you. You grasped it, hesitantly.

You started forward again and took a sip from the cup. The coffee tasted as good as it smelled, the rich dark taste of espresso mixed with the slight hint of sweetness from, you suspected, the one packet of sugar you usually put in it. That he knew how you took your coffee reminded you of the familiarity between the two of you and it unnerved you.

"We don't have anything left to discuss. I know where you stand and you know where I stand. There's nothing to be done about it." You took another sip.

"I disagree, but I'm not here to talk about that." He rubbed at his stubbled chin. "Tell me about Camilla."

You frowned.

"Why do you want to know about Millie?"

"We've been together four years. How old is Camilla?"

Your eyes narrowed.

"She's three. Why are you- Oh! You have got to be fucking kidding me! We talked about this when I was pregnant. 'I always use a condom. There is no fucking way it's mine.' Those were your words, remember?" You huffed.

"You never fucking told me she had hazel eyes or that she had dark hair." He argued.

"Millie having dark hair doesn't mean she's yours." You remarked.

"Maybe, Maybe not, but at the end of the day, your husband doesn't have dark hair. Both your son's are dirty blond like their Dad. So shouldn't Millie's hair be the same?"

You blinked slowly. You didn't like what you were hearing.

"She's not yours."

"She has my eyes." He insisted.

"No. She doesn't."

"On some level you have to have known she is mine.You named her after my mother."

"Your mother happens to have the same name I liked from the baby name website I found it on. I chose it because I liked the nickname, Millie.You are making a conspiracy out of a coincidence." You declared.

"Yeah? You think, the fact that she looks like me is just coincidence? What about the fact that we were having sex around the time you got pregnant? The math adds up. You just don't want to see it."

"What?!" You scoffed. "You didn't give a single fuck about Millie this whole time. Didn't ask to see a picture of her. Didn't ask me a single thing about her ever. Now, because I broke up with you, suddenly you care?"

His brows dipped as he frowned.

"Be for fucking real! You are out of your damn mind if you think you can suddenly decide to be her father. She already has one." You tossed the coffee cup in the trash and walked away, leaving him behind.

You got to your car quickly, but found he hadn't followed you. As you picked Millie up out of the stroller, you looked into her eyes, her honey colored eyes and tried to remember if there was anyone in your family whose eyes looked like hers.

You resolved to cut Negan off once and for all. You complained to your mother, telling her it was going to be too much for you to pick Wyatt up from baseball practice. After some pleading she gave in and agreed to help you.

#negan x reader #negan smith x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader

[amaya-writes]

Hello, can I request some headcanons of Sohma Shigure, Ayame, Hatori and Kureno with a shy s/o, please ?

Notes: sorry this took so long, i was answering reqs chronologically, I only did the first 2 cuz I didn't really have inspo for Hatori and Kureno rn

Warnings: n/a mostly fluff but slight nsfw mentions

Characters involved: Shigure Sohma, Ayame Sohma, Hatori Sohma, Kureno Sohma

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Shigure Sohma

Shigure absolutely adores your shy side! He thinks you're so cute and exploits it to no end.

He's constantly teasing you and trying to get a reaction, with your flustered state always enticing him.

Shigure is more verbally affectionate than physically affectionate, so he prefers flirting with you and whispering things that could be taken in a romantic/dirty way but also sound normal to oblivious and innocent people.

According to him, it's not his fault you took his words that way, if anything the fact that you're so shy but not daft only entices him further, making him wonder just how far he can go with just words.

The closer you get, the bolder he is and in the span of a few weeks, he goes from casually whispering compliments while standing behind you to looping his arm around your waist to tug you close enough to be able to kiss you, only to say something that has your cheeks heating up.

Shigure loves the chase and isn't afraid to play the long game, but if you make it clear you're not interested in him, don't expect him to back down.

To Shigure it isn't just about getting you to fall for him or some other romantic-ish motive, he literally just wants to take advantage of your personality to annoy you to no end, and if you seem to like that as much as he does, then who knows, maybe you'll end up together.

Ayame Sohma

Ayame's pretty much the opposite of Shigure but in the same spectrum.

Basically, he's a physical flirt.

Can and will use proximity to not only make you shy but also drive you crazy.

He's always been someone who's very open to physical touch which is why he doesn't see why that should be a problem, however, he is respectful of your boundaries.

His physical affection builds up slowly and once Ayame realises you don't mind it or actually like him back then he doesn't hold back whatsoever.

Always has a hand on you. It doesn't matter what the two of you are doing or who is around you, if he can then Ayame will keep at least one hand on you.

Sometimes he'll get more frisky with this and trail it to places he shouldn't, but other times it's more innocent and he just wants to be near you.

Ayame is quite the flirt, but he's more of a serious flirt than the joking kind. You know the kind who would just be 'messing around' but then suddenly his hand is under your chin and he's pulling you in but just ends up flirting and leaving at the end.

He also isn't shy to confess, so once he does his flirts just get ten times worse as he says things like I'm waiting for you, etc.

Overall, good luck trying to deal with him because it can get pretty overwhelming.

#shigure imagines #ayame x reader #shigure soma x reader #ayame x you #shigure x reader #ayame hcs #shigure x you #ayame imagines #shigure hcs #ayame x y/n #shigure sohma #ayame sohma #fruit basket x you #fruit basket imagines #fruit basket x reader

[hollyhomburg]

BYE now I have a lactation kink like the little smut for Viking!packtan and the reader calling joon a puppy alpha bc he was so eager - wow that shit was 🥵🥵

joon might be pack alpha but he’s a 👅💦 just like jungkook in this au

honestly I think the only alpha not into it is hoseok, who along with the betas can kinda take or leave the experience, though tae is a little into it sometimes in the morning kinda noses at the front of yours or Jimin's shirt and just wants to suckle kinda gently- and if there's milk in his mouth after then there is and he dosent mind. and the omegas are kinda like “yeah we’ve all been there it can be mad uncomfortable” but oh shit- why did i just get the image of like- wait this should be hidden in the tags 

#the cringe is strong with this post #but anyway #imagine like- during jungkook's prerut after the first rut where he discovered that yeah- you do lactate a little- and have started too fil #and it's one of the rare times when namjoon and jungkook's ruts are going to sync #and they're both in prerut when they walk into the room to find you and jimin already undressed #the smell of slick tugging them along #and maybe it shouldn't be so dirty and enticing #but both of them watch at jimin tugs at your nipple #watching the milk beed and drip down #they almost pass out from how fast their dicks grow hard in their pants #especially when jimin grins at them #leaning down to lick at some of your milk thats spilled #'better hurry up boys or elce there won't be any left' needless to say they kinda go feral #Anonymous

[ticketstomydaydreams]

Lockdown Frustration (18+)

Part One: Cold Shower

Part Two

Colson x Female Reader

Summary: When lockdown is making you seriously sexually frustrated, your friend offers to help you through it

Feels: Pure Horn

Word count: 3,664 - I got reeeal into this

Warnings: Total smut, unprotected sex, rough sex

A/N: This was my first time writing smut, so would love to hear what your favourite bit was (send me an ask if you're shy) 😈

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You’d been in lockdown for a few weeks now and to say you were horny was an understatement. You’d moved in with your friends temporarily when the stay at home order came in, instead of being stuck at home by yourself but while you weren’t necessarily bored...you were certainly frustrated. Used to being able to call on a hook up or head out to clubs to flirt, it had now been AT LEAST two months since you’d scratched that itch so to say.

Lying by the pool in the backyard, feeling wound up and restless, you started swiping through tinder. You swiped past the usual reams of so-so suitors, most of which you’d never normally be interested in, but at this point were seeming a bit more enticing. You were casually swiping right on a couple of profiles that you’d potentially consider some ‘sext exchanges’ with, when you heard the screen door open just above you. Your temporary housemate and long term friend, Colson, strolls out and heads towards you.

“What you upto out here Y/N, I’m bored” he huffs, as he flops down on the sun lounger next to yours.

“Just torturing myself, scrolling through tinder. This lockdown’s getting preeeeetty frustrating”

Your eyes not leaving your phone as you respond, thumbs still swiping away

“I didn’t think you got around enough for this to be a long stretch for you” he teases, poking you in the side so you turn and look at him

“Rude! I get mine, thank you very much. I’m just not as obvious about it as you, I certainly don’t go this long that’s for sure” you fire back

“Okay, okay, my bad. So your solo sessions aren’t quite cutting it then?” he winks suggestively at you, sticking his tongue out

“That is none of your damn business” you laugh, turning your attention back to your phone, sighing “But if you must know, not really…”

“Well, if you ever need a hand, I’m just saying, you could make it my business”

You look up at this comment and see him lying back on the lounger, arms above his head, his eyes closed with a cocky smirk on his face. You don’t see him open one eye, catching you subtly taking in his tattooed torso, your eyes focusing on his XXX tattoo.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think he was super hot, but it was Colson, you know?

“See anything you like?” he says, making you jump slightly

“Shut up Colson, stop bothering me and go and find something to do” you snap back, feeling a little embarrassed at being caught staring at your friend’s crotch

“Maybe that’s what I’m already doing, looking for something to 'do' ”

You laugh his blatant innuendo off, but he’s got you feeling tense now. You stand up to head back into the house “I’m going for a shower”

“You want some company?” He offers with a cheeky grin

“I’m alright thanks, I’ll make it a cold one!”

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Once you’re in the shower, you find yourself feeling even more hot and bothered, despite the cool water cascading over you. Colson’s teasing comments swirling in your head, you slip your hand between your legs trying to relieve some of the tension you're feeling. A few minutes later you turn the shower off, a little more relaxed and ready to find something to occupy your busy mind for the rest of the afternoon. You dry yourself off, wrap yourself in a towel and gather your hair into a messy bun on top of your head.

“Feeling any better after that?”

Not expecting to see Colson sitting on your bed, his voice makes you jump as you come out of your ensuite

“For fucks sake, you scared the life out of me!” You scold him as he laughs at you

Once you compose yourself, you laugh along with him and with eyebrows raised, you ask "and why are you here?"

Leaning back on his hands, he smirks and replies, "Just making sure the cold shower did the trick", as he makes an obvious point of looking you up and down, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

You roll your eyes but can't help but give him a quick once over yourself, taking in the sight before you: his topless torso, the slight sheen of sweat glistening across his tattoos, his damp blonde locks disheveled and hanging into his eyes, long legs spread apart as they hang off the side of your bed, the thin material of his shorts. Eeesh. You feel a warm flush spreading through your body, that has nothing to do with the sun or the shower.

Fuck he looks good, you think, it'd be so easy to just... Argh. Sleeping with one of your best friends while you're locked down together is surely a recipe for disaster... Right? Besides, he's always teasing you like this, that's just Colson. You're probably only reacting this way because, well, surely everyone is horny while stuck in lockdown...

You quickly push those thoughts away and sigh dramatically while clutching your towel tighter around your chest, "Get out Colson, I need to get dressed"

Unperturbed, he stares you dead in the eye and states slyly "what you're wearing looks just fine from here"

"Stop it now, creeper" you say, half smiling and waving him away with a shooing motion. He laughs, low and soft, "Okay, okay" and holds his hands up in mock defeat. This kind of back and forth was the norm for you two, but today... Today you found your heart was beating out of your chest and the steady eye contact he was maintaining was making you twinge in such an intense way, you were sure he could tell.

Starting to get a little flustered, you take a step towards your dresser and Colson reaches out grabbing you by the hand and pulling you into him. You stumble ungracefully and find yourself inches from his face, one leg on either side of his left thigh, both hands on his chest. He places both hands on your waist to steady you and you can feel his long fingers pressing into you through your towel.

"Wh-what are you doing?" you giggle suggestively, your voice husky

"Come on Y/N... " he says leaning in, his lips almost grazing yours as he speaks. He pulls back slightly and locks his eyes onto yours "You can't say you don't feel this too"

"Colson..." Just as you begin to speak he slides his hands down to your hips and pulls you even closer to him so your forehead is leaning against his. He shifts, pressing his bare thigh up between your legs, a small gasp escapes your mouth as you feel the pressure against your clit. "Mmm, we shouldn't" you murmur, breath ragged, as you slowly run your hands up his neck and into his hair.

He leans into your neck, dragging his bottom lip up to your ear and whispers, "Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop right now" before pressing a long lingering kiss to your neck and nibbling on your earlobe. You audibly groan and he lets out a soft growl as you gently tug his hair causing him to grip you harder. You instinctively roll your hips, grinding yourself further against his thigh, showing him just how wet you are.

He grazes his soft lips across yours, before bringing his hand up to your face and gently gripping your chin

"I'm gonna need an answer, use your words Y/N, tell me what you want"

As he presses his thigh up against your clit again, you moan "you, I want you"

"That's my girl" he smirks before crashing his lips against yours in a deep lingering kiss, tongue sliding into your mouth as he reaches down behind your thighs and lifts you onto his lap. Your tongues battle for dominance as you grind down onto him, feeling him getting hard through the thin material of his shorts. He slides his hands under your towel and grips your bare ass tightly as he presses himself up against you, electricity fires through your core and you let out a soft moan into his kiss

You bite his bottom lip, gently tugging on it and he groans at the action. “This towel has got to go” he says, locking eyes with you, his pupils black and blown out with lust. You lean back and undo your towel, dropping it behind you. He lets out a breathy ‘wow’ as he takes in the view of you completely naked, straddling his lap

“Fuck, you’re so hot” he says, pulling you into him as he kisses you again hungrily, moving from your mouth to neck. You continue to roll your hips onto his now rock hard cock and he bites your neck hard in response, leaving a purple mark above your collarbone. He moves his mouth to your chest, kissing between your breasts before flicking his tongue across your left nipple then sucking on it harshly. You let out a whine at the sensation, causing a dirty smile to spread across his face “Oh you like it rough do you?” he says as he moves across to your right nipple, taking it between his teeth and biting, pulling slightly

“Shit” you moan, grabbing his face with both your hands and crashing your lips against his. Just the feeling of his tongue twisting with yours has you so turned on, you feel like you could cum already. You reach down between the two of you and slide your hand into his shorts, wrapping it around his thick cock, pumping your hand up and down it’s length and he breaks away from your kiss to exhale deeply

“I wanna fuck you so badly Colson”

“Not yet” he says, as he reaches under your ass, and lifts you, flipping you onto your back on the bed. You reach up to pull him down on top of you, but he grabs your wrist and pins it above your head. Hovering over you, he uses his other hand to bring your other arm above your head, wrapping one hand around both of your wrists. You struggle slightly, but he holds your wrists tighter as you pout and whimper out “Hey, no fair”

Smirking at you squirming, he lets out a soft throaty chuckle “You told me it had been too long, you think I’m gonna let you rush this?” Still holding your wrists above your head with his left hand, he brings his right hand to your cheek and presses a slow lingering kiss to your lips “Just trust me…”

“Okay” you murmur, your heart beating and your breath shaky as he slowly trails his hand down your neck, over your breast and down your stomach, maintaining eye contact the entire time. This slow pace after your passionate kissing and grinding just before, was killing you and you instinctively lift your hips towards him as his hand gets closer to your core, your clit throbbing so hard with need it’s almost painful. He strokes his hand over your hip bone and down your thigh and you whine in disappointment, “Patience babygirl” he says as he kisses you again, moving his tongue slowly with yours, sending electric bolts to your aching core. His hand slides up your thigh, skimming past your soaking area and down your other thigh

You pull back from his lips “Come on Colson, you’re killing me, I need you…”

“Oh yeah? Let me see how much…” He says, nose pressed against yours as he traces his finger through your folds, gathering your wetness and sliding from your entrance up to your clit, circling it slowly “Is this what you need?”

“Fuck... yes” you moan as he pushes his long middle finger into your entrance, curling hard against your g spot, your eyes squeezing closed in pleasure. “You want more?” he says, slowly sliding his finger out and then back in pressing hard on your inside wall again. “Yeah, more..” you choke out. He watches your face intently, your head tilted back, breathy moans escaping you as he slips his ring finger in alongside his middle, the cold metal of his silver ring pressing against you, and starts pumping them in and out of you. He buries his fingers inside of you up to the knuckles and starts beckoning against your g spot, causing your moans to get louder as your stomach tightens, your orgasm building

“Oh my god that feels so good” you manage to whimper out, panting “Don’t s-stop... I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that…”

Hearing this he let’s go of your wrists, and cups the back of your neck with his hand, pulling your face to his and sliding his tongue in your mouth, suffocating you with his kiss. Your body twists towards him, your legs clamping around his forearm as he fucks you with his fingers. You reach your right hand up and grab a fistful of his messy, damp hair as you slide your left hand down his tensed, tattooed stomach and into his shorts. His cock is throbbing from grinding against you and you feel a wet bead of precum as you slide your thumb across his tip and then up and down his swollen shaft

You pull back from his kiss to let out a deep moan “Oh god, I’m gonna cum”

He presses his forehead to yours “Say my name, I wanna hear you say it while you cum”

“Shit...Colson, fuck, oh god, Colson” you almost shout, your head thrown back as you feel your walls clench around him, your wetness pouring over his fingers as he works you through your orgasm while kissing and sucking on your exposed neck. He pulls his dripping fingers away from and releases his tight grip on the back of neck, letting your back fall gently back on the bed. The loss of contact brings you back to reality and you shakily prop yourself up on your elbows to see him sitting up, pulling his strained shorts down. His rock hard cock springs against his stomach and you let out a long ragged exhale as you see it, your eyes wandering up his lean, sweat covered torso to see the dirty smile on his face as he watches you.

“I’m not finished with you yet” he says, staring down at you with lust filled eyes as he tugs at his length “You think you can handle it?”

“I could ask you the same thing” you countered, sliding your hand between your open legs, drawing his attention to your glistening core and the wet patch beneath you

“Damn Y/N, have I met my match here?” he laughs as he lightly pushes your shoulders back onto the bed. Climbing on top of you he covers your mouth with his in a hungry kiss, as he roughly thrusts himself against you, his rigid shaft moving easily against your drenched clit. Still swollen and sensitive from your orgasm, you let out a slow needy moan, encouraging him to repeat the action.

Propped up on one elbow, he reaches down with his other hand and grabs his cock

“Shit you’re so wet for me aren’t you?” he says, his lips grazing yours as he guides the tip of his dick from your clit to your entrance and back again

“I don’t know why you sound surprised..” you murmur as you bite his bottom lip “...Daddy”

“Daaamn Y/N, you know what that shit does to me, you’re really asking for it now”

Groaning at your words, he presses the swollen tip of his against your tight entrance and you tremble at the feeling, ready to take him... when he pulls back

“Shit, do you have condoms in here?”

“No, but I’m on the pill…” you break your sentence off to kiss him, hard “...and we both know we’re good…” you kiss him again, not wanting to lose momentum “...and let’s face it, we both know it’s better without..”

“You’re so bad Y/N” he says breathlessly, as you wrap your hand around his throbbing shaft, pumping your up and down as you guide it back to your yearning pussy, the anticipation has you both barely able to breathe

“I need you now” That’s all he needs to hear and he pushes his entire length through your soaking wet entrance. “Fuck” you moan out loudly, as he bottoms out, stretching you out with his thick cock, the pleasure spreading immediately through your entire body. You move your hips up against his, adjusting to his size.

“You okay babygirl?” he scans your face as he pulls back slowly

“Fuck yeah”

Encouraged, he slams himself back into you again “God, you’re so fucking tight” he hisses through gritted teeth as he rolls his hips against you, savouring the sensation and letting you feel very inch as he sinks into you, “Shit, you feel amazing”

His slow thrusts, pulling fully out of you each time, have your entire body quivering. Getting desperate to be ravaged, you grab his face with both hands and bring his mouth to yours, flicking your tongue against his

“Quit teasing and fuck me Colson”

He lets out a soft breathy laugh as he sits up, pulling you roughly towards him by your hips and presses your thighs up towards your chest as he hovers over you, holding his already drenched cock at your entrance “You ready?”

“Never been more re….”

You don’t even get to finish your sentence before he plunges into your aching pussy, knocking the breath out of you. He reaches behind your neck, pulling your forehead to his as he pounds into you, hard and fast. “Is this what you wanted huh? You wanna be fucked hard like a bad girl?”

You can barely respond, choking out a “fuck yes, oh my god, fuck me”

“You want this dick deep?” he says as he pushes his hand harder against your thigh, bringing it closer to the bed, heightening the pleasure as he hits your g spot even harder.

He’s only been fucking you for a couple of minutes at most before you’re screaming out

“I’m gonna cum”

“Cum on my cock for me babygirl” he whispers in your ear as fire crawls all over your body. Your nails dig into his back leaving raw red marks as you thrust your hips up into his, feeling your walls clench tightly around him repeatedly and you feel yourself flooding over his cock as your orgasm sears through you.

He fucks you through your orgasm and then pulls back suddenly. You lie there for a moment shaking, trying to catch your breath “Turn over” he demands, before he flips you over onto your stomach, grabs your hips and pulls your ass up towards him so you’re on your knees

“It’s not over yet” he says as he slaps his hard cock against your ass cheek, then slides it through the wetness that has pooled around your ass, pressing lightly against your tight hole. You whimper at the feeling and push back against him. “Another time…” he says as he moves his cock further down and delves back into your dripping pussy.

Spreading one hand across your lower back he pushes you further down onto the bed, the angle sending him deeper than you’ve ever felt before.

You grip onto the bedsheets, your moans filling the room as he pulls his other hand back and spanks you hard, the sharp sting making you clench around him. “More” you beg, “Oh you like that?” he taunts, hitting you again, even harder this time, leaving a handprint across your ass cheek.

He reaches down and grabs both of your arms, pulling your back up against his chest, as he thrusts furiously into you. With one hand holding your wrists behind you, he wraps his other around your neck and pulls your head back to whisper in your ear “This feel good?”

“So fucking good Colson, don’t stop” you moan “I’m gonna cum again soon…”

He lets go of your wrists and neck and pulls out, making you whine as the feeling of fullness leaves you. You turn to protest but he says “Turn around, I wanna watch you as you cum” then grips your waist, flipping you over and pulling your legs up around him.

You feel your orgasm building straight away as he buries his cock into you again. You start to cum and your eyes close, head tilting back as you feel the strong waves of pleasure coursing through you. He cups his hand around your face pulling it towards his “Look at me” he demands, his blue eyes drilling into yours as you whine

“Oh fuck Colson, I’m cumming, I’m cumming”

“I can feel you” he mumbles “I’m right behind you”

Your vision blurs as he fucks you through, your walls clenching so tightly, the orgasm so intense it feels like it’s not going to end until a deep warmth spreads through your body. His thrusts get more and more urgent, his breath coming in short, sharp blasts until he pulls out of you, pumping his swollen cock as his warm cum spills across your shivering body.

He leans down and presses a soft, lingering kiss to your lips before flopping onto his stomach next to you. You both lie for a moment, catching your breath, then he leans over the side of the bed and grabs the towel you stripped off earlier.

“I think you’re gonna need this” he says, eyeing your glistening torso

You both burst out laughing, “Yeah, I think that’s our friendship successfully ruined” you say as you take the towel from him and start cleaning yourself up

He lays his head on your warm, naked thighs and looks up at you,

“It seems pretty clear to me, that you and I are not supposed to be just friends”

Returning his gaze, you stroke your hand across his forehead, pushing his damp, blonde hair back,

“Looks like lockdown isn’t going to be that boring after all”

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#tickets to my dirty mind #mgk smut #colson baker smut #Machine gun Kelly smut #colson baker imagine #colson baker x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly x reader #mgk imagine #mgk x reader

[hot-wiings]

The One Where Dabi Gets Involved With Overhaul’s Girl. Part Fourteen.

Edited: 1-15-2021

The days with Dabi soon turned into two weeks. Two explicitly passionate and exquisite weeks. Somedays you stayed inside your room with him and played games together, uno and monopoly, were two of your go-to games. Dabi had told you he hadn't really played games besides sports with his siblings when he was younger, you had decided to set out to change that. Other days you would leave your room to make your presence seen by Kai's lackeys, both you and Dabi would be seen by his 'loyal' men in a friendly bodyguard and protected manner. Nothing more than what they would assume is a work relation.

It was so arousing and thrilling. One minute you were in Kai's bed, having glorious sweet and precarious sex with Dabi, the next you were eating dinner in the Shiehassaikai bases kitchen and nobody had a clue what you and Dabi had done. No one knew, no one suspected. It was a well-kept secret between you and Dabi, but you had to suppose all things had to come to an end.

"When is he coming back?"

The question rolled off of your lips as you crawled across the bed and over to Dabi's lap. His rough hand comes up and grabs your hips, both giving you support and trying to stop you from sitting down on him or grinding against him.

"He texted me, he'll be back in an hour."

"You think we got time for, um...?"

There was desperation in your voice, practically aching for him to take you again before Kai came home. He was straining against his belt, hot and heavy at you throwing yourself on him, begging him to take you for a second time that morning.

"No, I don't wanna risk it. If he came back while I was in you he'd kill us both on the spot, and I’d like to take my time with you."

Your cheeks burned crimson red, you felt hot and needy yet Dabi and you had already passionately fornicated that morning. You plopped down on the bed next to Dabi and took his hand into yours. You were nervous about Kai coming home. Nervous that things between you and Dabi would change, nervous that Kai would somehow know.

"Nothing’s gonna change when he comes back, right?"

"Course’ not doll."

Dabi placed a swift kiss against your head. It was tender and loving, so reassuring and special before he muttered out more reassuring words to you.

"Nothing's gonna change. I'll still love you even when he makes you cling to him. I’ll love you, but we just can’t be as close. Can’t have as much sex, or kiss. I’m gonna get you out, don't forget I promised you that."

"I can't wait to get out. I want to be far away from him, I want Eri to be far away from him."

Dabi swung his legs off of the bed and turned to you with a half-lidded smile. It churned your stomach every time he smiled at you. Every time you saw his turquoise eyes, every time you saw the glint in his staples. You couldn't remember ever feeling this way about Kai.

"Strip."

"Oh, so we do have time for it."

"No, I want my shirt back, and I want to change the sheets before Kai’s back. You've been awfully horny, Kai must have a tiny dick, or am I just that good?"

You pulled Dabi's shirt up and off your body. You scrounged around in your dresser for a shirt and pair of pants after you threw Dabi his shirt back to him. You supposed you should get in the shower, there was cum on your leg. It wasn't dried, but rather kind of pastry having decided to cuddle instead of clean up after yourselves earlier. Just the knowledge that Kai would be disgusted at you for not immediately cleaning up afterward was euphoric.

"You are good. You're gentle, but rough at the same time. You pay attention to me and what I say... It’s pleasurable."

"That's how it should be."

Dabi collected your sheets and left your room to give you privacy to shower. His heartfelt heavy at your words. He had seen how Kai treated you, he saw the roughness, the violence. It shouldn't have come as such a surprise that he was the same in the bedroom. Getting you out wasn't enough for Dabi, he wanted to hurt Kai, but he supposed getting you and Eri out would have to be enough for now.

Once Dabi left your room you grabbed your clothes, placed them on top of your dresser, and went into the bathroom. You turned the shower handles to make the water hot and climbed in. The water hit you, wetting your hair as it proceeded to run down your back. You watched as it hit your legs and made a milky white residue slide down the floor of the bathtub. Evidence that you and Dabi had been together so intimately.

Sometimes you felt bad, bad, and guilty. You were Kai's girlfriend, you should be loyal to him. You shouldn't be cheating on him, fornicating and fraternizing with a member of the league of villains, which Kai hated. With Dabi. You had to remind yourself what he’d done to Eri. You had to remind yourself that the way Kai had been treating you wasn't right, wasn't normal. You had to remind yourself that a relationship based on threats and hurt wasn't right. It had been happening for so long that you started to normalize it.

You watched the last remnants of your morning with Dabi wash down the drain with a smile on your face. Dabi treated you so well, so right. The last two weeks with him without Kai around were euphoric, completely euphoric. He wasn't there to hurt you, wasn't there to deliver some unjust punishment. Dabi had held you, touched you, and made you feel such pleasure in ways Kai would never accomplish and he would never know. He would never know of the betrayal you delivered to him. He would never know how you developed feelings for Dabi. He would never know how Dabi held you, touched you, loved you. He would never know until you and Eri were long gone.

You stepped out of the bathtub after rinsing the soap off of your body and stepped out into the bathroom floor. Water dripped on top of the towel you had previously laid out. Maybe it was from being around Kai so much, but you hated getting out of the shower and having your feet touch the cold, gross ground while they were wet. You grabbed the second towel you had laid out on a shelf and began running the item over your body, drying off every droplet of water. You grabbed a third and final towel and wrapped it around your head, trapping all the water on your hair in one place and keeping it there until you were ready to deal with it after you were dressed. 

With one towel tightly wound around your hair and the other tightly wrapped across your body and chest, you walked back into your bedroom. Kai was back now, he's sat on the bed, perfectly still just waiting for you. It takes everything in you not to go back into the bathroom, not to lock the door and keep him away from you. The thought is silly and futile, he'd just warp the door. You notice the bed is made and clean now, indications of what you and Dabi did were no longer there. It brings a smile to your face, prideful and glorious, vindictive joy.  

"Hi."

It comes out meek, but you try your best to make it sound happy. You have to play the game. Play the game to win the game, that's what Dabi told you to do. You need to play the game to win the game, play the game to end the game. Just play into him, do what he wants, convince him until you can leave.

"I missed you."

"Did you?"

His reply feels accusatory. Threatening and dangerous, and you have to clench your thighs together. It wasn't arousal or anything of that sort, it was fear. Pure, terrifying, fear. Fear that he somehow knew what you did. The fear he somehow knew of your betrayal. But he couldn't have known. He wasn't here, and he took a lot of his men with him. Dabi was the one who was supposed to watch you for this type of thing, and he wasn't about to snitch on himself.

"I did!"

Kai raises his eyebrows at you. Maybe it was the distance, but this was the nicest he’d spoken to you in a long time. He stood up and walked towards you, billions of nerves erupted in your body. You didn't want him touching you while you weren't yet dressed. His hand reached up like he was about to touch your cheek, but it never comes. He brings it back down to his side instead.

"I read there's an old virus making a comeback. Multiple cases in China, it hasn't hit Japan yet. I want both of us to go and get a check-up."

"Of course, Let me get dressed first!"

"Please be quick, I want us to get blood work done as soon as possible."

You walked over to where you had left your clothes on the edge of your dresser and took a deep breath. Kai was watching you, you knew he was. You hated getting dressed in front of him, you hated having his eyes on you. What he did that night, how he pushed you into letting him defile and touch you, it wasn't right. You were being cautious around him, trying not to entice him. That wasn't something you could afford.

Dabi’s words flooded through your head. You had to play the game. You had to play the game to win the game. Play the game to safely leave the game. You needed to convince Kai. You needed to make him think you were wholeheartedly and completely his. You needed him to think that you loved him completely, that you submitted to him completely.

Instead of discreetly trying to slide your clothes on with your towel wrapped around you, like you usually would, you let the towel drop to the floor. The cold air hit your skin making you shiver, but you paid no mind to it. You didn't look over at Kai, you just kept your eyes forward and head down as you tried to get your clothes on your body without any interruption.

Thank the lord Kai was worried about infecting you with some disease, he wouldn't dare try to touch you or incite some kind of activity right now. You finished pulling your shirt down on your chest, buttoned your jeans over your belly button, and slipped into some slip-on shoes before you turned to Kai, with what you hoped was a smile and not a grimace. You quickly pulled the towel from your hair, squeezing the water off as you pulled before you tossed the towels in the dirty laundry basket.

"I'm ready."

Kai grins at you. It's happy and charming. One of the smiles you used to have but no longer got from him. You would've even taken his hand to make him happier but you knew he wouldn't take it before you both tests ran. You had to suppose that his mysophobia, his fear of getting infected and sick, really made him afraid sometimes. He got ever so irrationally upset over checkups. He demanded everyone got them every three months, and he got completely irate when he saw an ill person. He was happy, grateful even that you weren't acting up at the moment. Grateful and ecstatic that you were being so submitted to him.

"Thank you."

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[analisam05]

Mr. Nice guy ?

I am naïve, weak and afraid of standing up for myself. I want to resemble the tall willow tree that once was me. Sadly I fell for the act that was Mr. Nice guy.

Now you said you were a nice guy but do nice guys set out to deceive you? They don't talk to three girls at once. Nice guys don't have to say they're nice guys. They just are because it's in their nature. Nice guys don't keep asking after being told no. You asked and asked until I yelled FINE and... fine became yes. Nice guys don't plan on using you. If you were a nice guy I wouldn't have spent these past couple nights crying on the phone with my makeup running onto my pillows. Nice guys don't imply blackmail when reminding you of how vulnerable you were with them.

Now no song blasting can fix what feels like eternal pain in my teenage brain. I know it's temporary but my mind can't stop telling me it'll get worse because it always feels like it does. I have a stable support system but nothing can really stop my thoughts from flowing.

I feel really silly writing this because the only times my writing comes across as powerful as my feelings are...

when I feel broken.

I am just waiting for a dam. One for my emotions and another for the constant turmoil that seems to happen. The mess that is my life constantly spilling and overflowing. Maybe it's not constant but right now it sure feels like it is.

I shouldn't have to run to my friends crying at midnight or even three in the morning because I'm hurt by you. I only wanted you because I knew deep down you didn't want me back. It was the enticing want of what I could never have or deserve that allowed for me to string myself along.

"She's like a Skrillex song that never drops, she'll never talk

Shell never talk about the feelings that she felt today

Better kept inside of a fence, inside of a cage, inside of a safe

That's safe for her, 'cause they, they just hurt "

The poetic genius that is Hobo Johnson seems to flow through my speakers with no end,

The girl he sings about seems to be me in a different form, My thoughts sometimes better left unsaid, Feelings that I wished dwelled behind a fence, a fence on the other side of town.

Now the "nice guy" plans on ruining one of the best things to ever happen to teenage me,

GUESS WHAT

You can't do that without exposing the fact that you are an idiot,

You liked me, kissed me, were vulnerable with me,

Now I would never hurt a person the way you hurt me and it would have been easier to walk away from the red flags if you did this to my friend but,

It takes two to tango,

so uh if you decide to air out what may be called your dirty laundry be ready. From now on my friends are pushing me to fight fire with fire.

There is no desire for you left in my heart but what goes around comes around.

Oh yeah and for all you know there may have been dramatic readings of your desperate text messages. The motive behind them doesn't really matter because what you said is still pretty embarrassing.

The suddenness of the downfall of you and the loss of my best friend have combined to place me on a roll of impulsive decisions. I have already thought of being destructive. The thought of using someone to get over the fact that I kissed you has run through my brain one too many times. Sadly I'm not you so I couldn't actually allow myself to do such a thing.

Anyways, you "Mr. Nice guy" are blocked on everything,

I'm not sure of why I didn't do this months ago and similar to my poem "thank you and goodbye" you will forever be a lesson.

I can only hope that like the last time you did this I come out fighting like a lion. You were always a slithering, heartless, conniving little snake.

That's all,

I am FINALLY DONE with "Mr. Nice guy"

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[coconutshvings]

ATZ Mafia: Making out with them [Hyung Line, Headcanon]

∞ Genre || ??

∞ Group || Ateez

∞ Warnings || Mildly Suggestive // Definitely Badly written // Implied female

//Welcome to the next Mafia instalment I decided to do a scenario like My previous one but this time for Ateez, I hope you enjoy if not, I'll try again, maybe. //

Hongjoong:

Usual I think Hongjoong is a sweetie pie but I picture him the all around Badass mafia leader, however you think he'd be as one is probably it.

I think is a cake grabber if you know what I mean,

he likes pressing your bodies together tracing his lips with your own ghosting them near each other as he's debating on if he wants to tease you more or go straight in for the kill he loves using a bit of power when you two are making out

let's say you two are standing somewhere, anywhere in that sensual moment his fingers at your exact waist line, the pads of his fingers pressing into your back you love

when he does that it makes you bend back a bit, throwing your head back at the odd arousal you get from it which exposes the front of your neck to him, he loves kissing it so much right before he gets back to ravishing your lips, he loves smirking against your lips,

yes, he's cocky, mumbling dirty puns against them, kissing each corner of your mouth before sweetly kissing your lips, each long and lingering but naturally getting more rough.

Seonghwa:

He likes to deny you of kisses knowing that more than likely you'd want something more than a simple light kiss, he adores it when you take charge getting what you want knowing deep down he wants the same,

he especially loves it when you jump up catching him by surprise wrapping your legs around his torso suffocatingly close to the average human attacking his lips knowing it'll take less than thirty seconds for him to give into you,

he deprives you of touches simply enjoying the kiss meanwhile your hands are everywhere on him he enjoys this display he enjoys it a lot that's until attempt to stop kissing him and remove your latch onto him which he denies,

he rests his hands full out on your back staring at you with warning eyes as if to say don't you Dare stop when I'm just getting started grinding himself up enough so you could feel why you shouldn't stop which gives more than enough reason to keep going,

I think Making out with Seonghwa would be messy in a great way, breathless, yearning if your lips part, open mouth kisses that you get dizzy from,

telling one another how addicting the other one is to one's taste buds and body heats rising to extreme temperatures of want that'll do nothing more than lead to clothing being off and bodies being intertwined in the most intimate and sacred way possible, wow, you better go honey!

Yunho:

A little birdy told me that he was a silly boy so I came to the conclusion that though he's apart of the Mafia he's jelly when it comes to you he becomes playful y'know, playful kisses, playful touches that light a fire inside of you

he'll pull you in his breath lightly hitting your lips, noses exchanging Eskimo kisses as you flutter your eyes shut ready for him to entice your lips but they never do after a few seconds of waiting you open your eyes to see him rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet smirking

"You weren't really expecting me to kiss you, right?" Well duh of course were were! You have to pull him by his collar making his heart go from normal pumping to exhilarating speed,

you always turn his game around on him and mimick his actions from when you were expecting his kiss, "Who's expecting a kiss now?" You'd snicker

but Yunho would grow impatient palming the small of your back pressing you against him brushing his lips against yours building your anticipation

until he finally attacks using his soft gracious lips leaving lingering pecks with whispers back and forth between the two of you saying how much you desire each other and enjoy these moments

Yeosang:

I take Him as one that likes to be in control he also likes to make out in places that might bring suspicious eyes towards the two of you ,

for example the window seat in the downstairs part of your private town house together where people can clearly see the two of you indulging in the bliss of each others lips,

he loves he has you in a trance with those beautiful lips of his and the way he uses one hand to massage the back of your neck while losing sir from your lungs as your lips rarely disconnect he sometimes like to peek and see if anyone can see the situation whether day or night it gives him a rush,

he likes when you two are out in public, if you're about to go into a dinner together before you can grab the door of the restaurant he's turning you towards him one hand on your hip and the other, yep you guessed it, massaging the back of your neck he loves the sensual sounds you make , your ankles want melt he loves that he knows you love when he shows that particular part of your body attention

he always ends these intense sacred sessions with a few pecks to your nose and compliments and every once in a while an 'I love you' if he's feeling a bit mushy,

Yeosang's lips are hot and heavy against your mouths mounted together perfectly, heads tilted to the perfect degree to capture your lips moisture coating both of your lips never feeling you've gotten enough of each other, yeah, that's the good stuff honey

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