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I post whatever I feel like Request and follows are deeply appreciated

[aceywacy2]

Penny for my thoughts: 💭

It’s a little funny how people have so many follows, and people that engage with their blog; but the minute they post anything that isn’t fanfic related, less than like 10 people interact with the post.

I just find that a little bit strange, but idk. ◡̈

[aceywacy2]

Twins

Gojo x twin reader

Personal OC’s 😝

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"You know, I've never seen anyone juggle knives quite like that before," Gojo murmured, his eyes glued to the twins' nimble fingers as they deftly tossed the sharp blades in the air, catching them without so much as a flinch.

The twins, identical in every way except for the mischievous glint in their eyes, grinned at the same time. "It's all about balance," one said, while the other added, "And a little bit of showmanship." They exchanged a knowing look that sent a shiver down Gojo's spine. It was the kind of connection that could only come from sharing a womb.

Their names were Tatsu and Hiro, and they were the new kids in town, having moved into the apartment across from Gojo's. They had a flair for the dramatic, a flair that Gojo found utterly captivating. They were both lean and toned, their bodies moving in a harmony that was almost supernatural. It was like watching a dance, one that was both mesmerizing and lethal.

As the night grew darker, the air grew thick with tension. Gojo felt it in his chest, a tightening that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with desire. He'd heard whispers about them sharing everything, and his mind had gone to places it probably shouldn't have. But here they were, inviting him into their world with a simple look. And Gojo, ever the curious cat, couldn't resist.

He stepped closer, his heart racing like it was trying to break free from his ribcage. Tatsu and Hiro didn't stop their knife play, but their movements grew slower, more deliberate. The blades glinted in the dim light, a silent invitation for him to join their deadly dance. "How about we try something else?" Gojo suggested, his voice barely above a whisper. "Something... a bit more intimate?"

The twins looked at each other, their grins widening. They didn't need words to communicate their excitement. With a flourish, they sheathed the knives and stepped closer, their bodies pressing against his. Gojo could feel the heat radiating from their skin, smell the faint scent of sweat and something else - something spicy and intoxicating.

Tatsu leaned in, his breath hot on Gojo's ear. "We can share everything," he whispered, his hand sliding down to grip Gojo's ass firmly. "But it's not just about what we can give you." Hiro echoed the sentiment, his voice a dark purr that sent Gojo's blood rushing to his cock. "It's about what you can take from us."

Their hands began to roam, exploring his body with an unsettling ease. Gojo's thoughts grew hazy, his eyes half-lidded with lust. He knew he should be more cautious, but the allure of the forbidden was just too strong. He let them touch him, let them push him back onto the couch. And as they both leaned in for a kiss, he knew there was no turning back. This was a ride he was eager to take, no matter where it led.

The kiss was like nothing he had ever experienced before. It was as if he was kissing two people at once, their tongues dancing together in a passionate tango that left him breathless. Their flavors melded into one, a heady mix of mint and something darker, something that made his toes curl. He moaned, the sound lost between their eager mouths.

Breaking away, the twins looked at him with a hunger that was almost animalistic. They began to undress him, their movements swift and sure. Gojo's clothes fell away, revealing his hardened cock, which they took turns stroking. He watched them, his chest heaving, as they licked their lips in anticipation. He felt like a toy, a prize to be claimed by two eager lovers who knew exactly what they wanted. And what they wanted was him, all of him.

The room grew hotter, the air thick with desire. Gojo's body was a symphony of sensation, each touch, each kiss, setting off fireworks in his veins. He felt himself being positioned, one twin behind him, the other in front. The thought of what was to come made him tremble with excitement. He'd never been with two people at once before, let alone two who moved with such synchrony.

The one in front straddled him, guiding his cock into his mouth with a practiced ease that had Gojo's eyes rolling back. The one behind him began to prepare him, lubing up his tight hole. Gojo couldn't help but arch into the touch, eager to feel more. He was so close to the edge, and they hadn't even started the main event.

And then, with one swift motion, they were inside him. One cock filling his mouth, the other stretching him open. He was stuffed, so full that he couldn't even begin to comprehend the pleasure. The twins began to move in unison, their hips rocking together, their eyes locked on his. It was like they were connected, one mind in two bodies, orchestrating this symphony of lust.

Gojo's moans grew louder, his hands grasping at anything he could find. The twins' chuckles were the sweetest music, the only sound in a world that had narrowed to just the three of them. He felt his orgasm building, a crescendo of sensation that had him begging for release. And when it came, it was like nothing he had ever felt before. It was as if every nerve ending in his body had been set on fire, a conflagration of pleasure that left him trembling and spent.

As they pulled out, Gojo collapsed onto the couch, panting and sated. The twins hovered over him, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction. They leaned in for one final kiss, sharing his taste between them. "Welcome to our world," they murmured together. And as he lay there, surrounded by their heat, Gojo knew he never wanted to leave.

Days turned into weeks, and the boundaries between their apartments grew thinner. The twins wove themselves into the fabric of Gojo's life, their presence becoming as essential as air. They shared meals, stories, and, of course, their bodies. Gojo found himself craving their touch, the way they moved together, the way they filled him up so completely that he felt like he might burst.

Their dynamic grew more complex, a delicate dance of power and submission that thrilled Gojo to his core. Tatsu was the more dominant of the two, his touch firmer, his kisses more demanding. Hiro was the gentle one, his caresses feather-light, his whispers soothing. Together, they pushed Gojo to heights he had never dared to dream of. They taught him to let go, to surrender completely to the moment, to their shared passion.

One evening, as they lay tangled together in a sweaty mess, Gojo couldn't help but voice his darkest desire. "I want to feel you both inside me at the same time," he panted, his voice hoarse from screams of pleasure. The twins looked at each other, a spark of challenge in their gaze. "Is that so?" Tatsu smirked. "Well, we can't have you wanting without giving it to you, can we?"

And so, they began to prepare. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. They were careful, soothing any nerves with soft words and gentle kisses. Gojo felt a mix of excitement and trepidation, but he trusted them implicitly. They had never steered him wrong before.

With Hiro's cock already buried deep inside him, Gojo felt Tatsu's slick tip pressing against his stretched opening. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for the sensation of being completely filled. And then, with one smooth push, he was. The feeling was indescribable, a fullness that was almost painful in its intensity. But as they began to move, the pain melted away, replaced by a pleasure so profound he thought he might drown in it.

Their rhythm grew more erratic, their breaths harsh in his ears. Gojo could feel their hearts racing in time with his own, their bodies moving in a symphony of desire. The room spun around him, a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations that he never wanted to end. He was lost in the moment, a willing participant in this thrilling act of unity.

And when they came, it was like a dam breaking. Gojo felt himself filled with their warmth, their release pulsing through him in time with their shared orgasm. The three of them lay there, panting and trembling, the only sound the thud of their hearts beating in unison. It was in that moment, surrounded by the scent of sex and sweat, that Gojo realized he had found his home.

Gojo is a hardcore slut- prove me wrong 😌

[aceywacy2]

I thought it was love-Oh how I was so wrong

Light Yagami x male!reader

You thought light loved you but in the end turns out he was using you. A pawn in his game.

Cw: Slight angst

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"You're just a pawn in the grand scheme of things," the words echoed through the silence, stinging more than the slap that had accompanied them. Y/N stared at Light, the person they had once trusted more than anyone, now feeling like a fool for believing in his lies.

The room was a stark contrast to the turmoil inside Y/N's mind, the clean lines and minimalist decor seemingly mocking the chaos that had just erupted. Light's cold gaze was unwavering, as if daring him to challenge the truth that had been so casually tossed his way. "Why?" he choked out, the question hanging in the air like a shard of broken glass.

"Because I need someone who won't question my methods," Light replied, his voice devoid of emotion. "Someone who will be by my side, no matter what." He took a step closer, invading Y/N's personal space. "Someone who understands the necessity of sacrifice for the greater good."

Y/N flinched, his eyes filling with tears that threatened to spill over. His heart felt like it was being torn in two. He knew that Light was right - he had seen the world change, seen the fear and respect that the name 'Kira' had brought to the streets. Yet, he couldn't ignore the pain that came with the realization that he was nothing more than a tool in Light's quest for a new world order. "Do... do you even care?" he whispered, voice trembling with hurt and anger.

For a moment, Light's mask slipped, revealing a flicker of something... was it regret? But it was gone as quickly as it had come, replaced by his usual stoic expression. "You know I do," he murmured, reaching out to gently brush a tear from Y/N's cheek. "I wouldn't have kept you around this long if I didn't."

The touch sent a jolt through Y/N's body, and before he could process what was happening, Light leaned in and pressed his lips to his. The kiss was desperate, almost apologetic, and it only served to intensify the storm of emotions raging within Y/N. He didn't know whether to push Light away or pull him closer. But as the seconds ticked by, the anger won out. He shoved Light back with a snarl, the taste of the kiss still lingering on his lips.

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"You can't just... just kiss me and expect me to be okay with this!" he yelled, the words raw with emotion. "You used me, Light! You used my feelings, my trust, my love for you!"

The room grew colder as Light took a step back, the wall between them as solid as ever. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "But this is the path we've chosen. And I need you to stay on it with me."

Y/N felt his world crumbling around him. He knew that leaving Light's side would mean betrayal and likely death. Yet, the thought of being nothing but a pawn was suffocating. He clenched his fists, his eyes burning with a mix of love and rage. "Fine," he spat. "But know this: I will never forgive you for this."

The silence that followed was deafening. Y/N turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Light watched him go, his expression unreadable. The only sound that remained was the echo of the door and the heavy beating of two hearts, forever entwined in a dance of love, manipulation, and a thirst for power.

[animeomegas]

Ah I have a request if that’s alright,

Nsfw- something of omega kirishima and Bakugou with an alpha reader, and their trying something new in the bedroom for the first time ? Ex. Toys or a new kink

Sfw- alpha reader takes kirishima and bakugou on a surprise picnic date on this clearing filled with flowers after the UA sports festival in appreciation of their hard work

• And maybe the reader isn’t part of UA but does have a quirk of like Fire manipulation (you don’t have to add that if you don’t want to)

Thank you for taking the time out to look at my request, I hope you have a good rest of your day/night 😊

Hey!! Thank you for your well wishes! I hope you have a lovely day/night as well <3 I decided to go with the n-sfw one. I didn't know which kink to go with, so I took inspiration from the idea of the alpha having a fire/heat manipulation quirk. Enjoy ;)

Omega!Bakugou x Alpha!Reader x Omega!Kirishima - TRYING SOMETHING NEW

kink in question: candle wax

Warnings: Kink discussion and negotiation, casual nudity, no sex.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Bakugou asked, dubiously eyeing the massive crinkly sheet that was now laying in the centre of your living room. It was probably the third time he had asked that exact question, so you let Kirishima handle it while you rifled through the bag of candles you'd ordered for today.

Kirishima rolled his eyes. He was already laying naked on said sheet, looking entirely relaxed. Despite his obvious exasperation with Bakugou's question, he kept his voice steady and reassuring. "I'm sure. It looks fun, and if I don't like it, then it's not a big deal. If we end up wasting ¥3000 on special candles then so be it."

You paused in your rifling for a moment before deciding not to admit that you had accidentally gone way overboard and spent far more than ¥3000. That was a discussion for later; right now you needed to choose which colour you were going to use. Hmm. Black was certainly striking, but maybe it was too boring. Green didn't feel right either.

Bakugou didn't look convinced so Kirishima continued. "You don't have to help, y'know? We'll be fine in here if you want to go and watch a movie in the bedroom or something?" Bakugou's glare said everything about what he thought about that particular suggestion. Kirishima shrugged. "I really want to try this, man, and besides, if it makes you feel better, it will be kind of good practice in intentionally holding back my shield as the wax hits me. Think of it as quirk training!"

"It's not quirk training, you fucking moron, it's-" You tuned out their casual bickering as you noticed the candle at the very bottom of the bag. It was a crimson red. You held it up and saw that it matched Kirishima's hair dye. You grinned; it was perfect.

Candle in hand, you walked over to your mates and they both paused their discussion immediately. Kirishima grinned, but Bakugou looked apprehensive. You pecked him on the lips to try and soothe his worries.

"It'll be fine," you soothed. Bakugou turned his head scoffing. "These candles are designed for this - they have a super low melting point."

"I guess." He scowled, not looking convinced.

It was hard with the three of your sometimes, although that wasn't to say you regretted or disliked it, of course. It was just that Kirishima had some masochistic fantasies, you had a sadistic side, and Bakugou... didn't really get either of those things, but still didn't enjoy being left out knowing what you were doing.

You had to take it slow, for his sake.

"Here's an idea," you started, trying to sound casual. "Why don't we try it out on you first?"

"I don't want to try this stupid-"

"Not in a sexy way," you argued, cutting him off. "Just, put a drop on your hand or something, so you can gauge the pain level."

Bakugou paused, considering the option. Kirishima sat up on the tarp and nodded his head in agreement.

"Yeah! If you know how it feels, you'll probably be more relaxed!"

"I- Okay, fine, whatever." He held out his hand, hovering it over the tarp so no wax got on any of your furniture. "Melt some on me."

Gently, you used one hand to hold his in place at the wrist, and with you other wrapped around the candle, you activated your quirk, feeling the heat flowing through you and into the candle. You slowly increased the heat in tiny increments to get a feel for the melting point, and just as promised, it started to warp long before you reached the normal melting point for wax.

The first drop of crimson landed on the back of Bakugou's hand. He startled, and you and Kirishima jumped too, incredibly invested in his reaction. You quickly moved the candle away and turned off your quirk.

Despite the initial surprise, Bakugou flexed his hand a few times and begrudgingly relaxed.

"It doesn't hurt," he admitted. "It just feels kind of weird. Don't know why you'd be into this, but it's not painful."

"See?" Kirishima said, voice bright as he laid back down. "It's totally fine, Katsuki!"

"Yeah, yeah," Bakugou grumbled, taking a seat by Kirishima's head and taking one of his hands. "I'll just... sit here or whatever."

You and Kirishima shared a fond look, but broke it off before Bakugou could notice.

"Thanks, man, glad to have you here with us."

"Ready?" you asked, holding the candle over Kirishima.

"Hell yeah!"

"Here we go."

[rustmarty]

how i feel when i get 4 notes on a post

[aceywacy2]

I’ll always be there to make you feel better

Aizawa x Male!Reader

Cw: fluff, small smut not a whole lot

Kinda short

In which you’re feeling a bit dysphoric in your own body and Aizawa is there to pull you back and make you feel better.

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In the quiet, unassuming corner of the bustling city, there was a quaint little bookstore that held a peculiar charm. Its shelves, laden with dusty tomes of forgotten lore, whispered tales of adventure and intrigue to any soul that dared to listen. The bell above the door jingled as a young man, Y/N, stepped inside, his eyes scanning the aisles for a brief respite from the mundane world. With a gentle sigh, he brushed a strand of hair from his face, his slender fingers lingering on the softness of his cheek.

Y/N's heart fluttered as he spotted a book titled "The Transformative Power of Love." It was a title that resonated deeply within him, a trans man navigating the complexities of identity and desire. He picked it up, tracing the embossed letters with his thumb, feeling the comforting weight of the book in his hand. His mind wandered to Aizawa, the stoic yet tender soul who had become the anchor in his tumultuous life.

The scent of old pages and the faint hint of coffee wafted through the air as Y/N found a cozy nook, surrounded by books that seemed to whisper of love and understanding. He sat down, crossing his legs, the fabric of his jeans tightening around his thighs. The memory of Aizawa's warm embrace washed over him, bringing a blush to his cheeks and a throb to his chest, where his heart yearned for the acceptance that seemed elusive outside these four walls.

Outside, the world moved in a blur of colors and sounds, but in here, in the sanctum of bound pages, Y/N felt seen, heard, and accepted. He cracked open the book and began to read, the words painting a vivid picture of love that knew no boundaries. As he turned the pages, the character's struggles mirrored his own, offering a silent kinship amidst the solitude.

The hours drifted by, the soft hum of the air conditioner providing a soothing backdrop to the symphony of his thoughts. The sun dipped lower, casting a warm glow through the dusty windows, and the shadows grew long. Lost in the narrative, Y/N felt a gentle tap on his shoulder, the sudden intrusion startling him back to reality. He looked up to find Aizawa standing there, a soft smile playing on his lips, holding a steaming cup of coffee and a knowing look in his eyes that said he understood more than Y/N had ever dared to hope.

"Hey, I found you," Aizawa murmured, his deep voice rumbling through the quiet. He placed the coffee on the small side table, the scent of it mixing with the musty air of the bookstore, grounding Y/N in the moment. "I knew you'd be here."

Y/N's eyes searched Aizawa's, finding reassurance and love in the familiar landscape of his gaze. "I... I had a rough day," he admitted, the words slipping out in a quiet confession. "I just needed a place to... be."

Aizawa nodded, his hand reaching out to cup the side of Y/N's face, the warmth of his palm sending a shiver down his spine. "I know," he said gently, "and I'm here for you." With a tender touch, he traced the line of Y/N's jaw before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his forehead, the gesture filled with more affection than words could ever convey.

Their eyes met again, and the unspoken tension between them grew palpable, thick with the promise of a shared secret. "Let's go home," Aizawa whispered, his voice low and filled with a need that matched the pulse in Y/N's veins.

They made their way back to their apartment, the walk feeling both endless and too short. Once the door was closed behind them, the weight of the world seemed to slip away, leaving only the two of them in the warm cocoon of their sanctuary. Aizawa guided Y/N to the bedroom, the soft lighting casting a warm glow over the space. He took Y/N's hand and led him to the bed, his touch firm yet gentle, a silent promise of comfort and acceptance.

Y/N felt his dysphoria melt away under Aizawa's gaze, his body responding to the heat in his eyes. He knew what Aizawa saw in him—not the girl he had been, but the man he was becoming. Aizawa's hands began to unbutton Y/N's shirt, his touch feather-light, as if handling the most fragile of treasures. With each button undone, a sigh of relief escaped Y/N's lips.

As Aizawa's mouth descended upon his chest, kissing and nipping, Y/N felt a thrill of anticipation. His boyfriend's hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it with a slow deliberation that sent a shiver of excitement through him. The jeans were peeled away, revealing the soft fabric of his underwear, the only barrier between them.

With a soft smile, Aizawa slid the underwear down, exposing Y/N's most vulnerable part. He paused, his eyes filled with a fierce love that made Y/N's heart swell. He knew what Aizawa saw—his body, a testament to the strength of his spirit and the depth of their love. And with that knowledge, he felt a warmth spread through him, chasing away the last vestiges of doubt.

Aizawa's mouth found him, his tongue delving into the warm, wet folds with a hunger that took Y/N's breath away. The sensation was exquisite, a reminder that his body was not a prison, but a vessel for pleasure and love. He moaned, his hips bucking involuntarily, seeking more of the sweet agony that Aizawa so expertly provided.

Their eyes locked as Aizawa worked his magic, his thumb circling the sensitive spot above as he licked and sucked below. Y/N's hands tangled in Aizawa's hair, pulling him closer, needing more, needing to feel the connection that went beyond the physical. And in that moment, he knew that Aizawa saw him—really saw him—as the man he was, the man he was meant to be.

The world outside was forgotten, their love the only reality that mattered. Aizawa's touch was a balm to his soul, a declaration that no matter the challenges, they would face them together. And as the tension within Y/N grew, so too did his love for the man who accepted him, cherished him, and made him feel whole.

Y/N's breath grew ragged, his eyes fluttering closed as Aizawa's mouth moved in a symphony of love and adoration. The soft, wet sounds filled the room, echoing the rhythm of his pounding heart. His legs trembled, and he wrapped them around Aizawa's shoulders, pulling him in closer, urging him deeper.

The orgasm built slowly, a crescendo of pleasure that started as a whisper and grew to a roar. Aizawa's tongue danced around his clit, teasing and taunting, until Y/N could bear it no more. He arched his back, crying out, his body tightening around Aizawa's mouth as he climaxed, the waves of pleasure crashing over him like a storm at sea.

As he came down from the peak, Aizawa's kisses grew softer, his touch more gentle. He climbed up Y/N's body, pressing his bare chest to his, their hearts beating as one. Y/N's eyes searched Aizawa's, finding the love and acceptance that had been missing all day. A tear slipped down his cheek, and Aizawa kissed it away, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, reaffirming that he was loved—all of him.

Their kiss was deep and desperate, a silent vow to stand together, to conquer the world outside their bedroom. Aizawa's hand reached down, stroking Y/N's cock, bringing it to life with a touch that spoke of their shared passion. The dysphoria of earlier was a distant memory, replaced by the fire of desire that burned within them both.

Their love was a dance of give and take, a tapestry of pleasure and pain. They moved together, bodies entwined, hearts beating in unison. Aizawa took him in, filling him with a warmth that dispelled the shadows of doubt and fear. Each thrust was a declaration, a promise that no matter what the world threw at them, they would stand firm.

Y/N's hands clung to Aizawa's back, his nails digging into the flesh as he was claimed once more, his body singing with the joy of being seen, being loved. The room was a blur of movement and emotion, their moans a duet of love and need.

When they finally reached their peak together, the world outside ceased to exist. Time stopped, and in that moment, there was only them—their love, their acceptance, their shared journey. They lay there, panting and spent, their hearts racing with the knowledge that in each other's arms, they had found home.

And as the evening deepened, the warmth of their love lingered in the air, a promise that tomorrow would bring new challenges, new battles to fight. But for now, in the sanctity of their love, Y/N knew that no matter the trials ahead, they would face them as one. With Aizawa by his side, the world was a little less daunting, a little more bearable. The book titled "The Transformative Power of Love" lay forgotten on the bedside table, its lessons learned, its promise realized in the flesh and blood of their union.

[aceywacy2]

Sweet Desire

Bucky Barns x Male!Reader

18+!mdni!~You have desires and Bucky has them too. You’re able to find ways to satisfy those desires within each other.

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In the bustling heart of the city, where the buildings stretched skyward like fingers eager to touch the clouds, there was a man named Y/N. Y/N wasn't like the others that filled the concrete jungle; he was a creature of the night, a silent predator moving through the shadows of the urban sprawl. His eyes, a piercing blue, seemed to glow with a predatory intent beneath the stark glare of the neon lights. His hair, cropped short and spiked, was as cold as the steel that made up the towers around him. The only color that dared to grace his attire was the crimson tie that hung loosely around his neck, a silent declaration of power and dominance.

Bucky, on the other hand, was a man of few words and a heart that seemed to beat in time with the rhythm of the city's pulse. He was a man who knew pain and understood the value of loyalty. His body was a canvas of scars and tattoos, each one telling a story of battles won and lost. His eyes, a stark contrast to Y/N’s, were a warm brown, filled with a quiet resilience that had seen him through countless battles and the harsh realities of the world. When Bucky looked at Y/N, there was something in those cold eyes that made his heart flutter—something that promised a warmth he hadn't felt in a very long time.

One night, as the city grew quieter and the moon took its place as the new sentinel of the night, Bucky found himself standing in the opulent office of Y/N, the CEO. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the flickering flames of the fireplace that cast dancing shadows across the floor. Y/N looked up from his desk, his gaze locking onto Bucky like a target in his sights. He knew what Bucky needed, what he craved deep down in his core—and Y/N was more than willing to give it to him.

With a smoldering look, Y/N beckoned Bucky closer, his voice a low, seductive growl that seemed to resonate through the very air. "You know what to do," he said, and Bucky nodded, his body responding to the command despite his mind's feeble protests. He knelt before Y/N, his heart racing as he unbuckled the CEO's belt with trembling hands. The anticipation was a living thing between them, a palpable energy that filled the room. Y/N’s cock sprang free, thick and hard, and Bucky took it into his mouth without hesitation, eager to warm it up for what was to come.

The taste was overwhelming, a mix of power and desire that had Bucky's head swimming. He took Y/N in deeper, feeling the weight of him on his tongue, the heat of him down his throat. Y/N's hand found the back of Bucky's head, guiding him with a firm grip, the leather of his glove cool against Bucky's skin. He began to thrust, setting a rhythm that had Bucky's eyes watering and his throat tightening around Y/N's length. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, a delicious crescendo that was punctuated by the occasional slap of Y/N's hand against Bucky's cheek, leaving a warm sting that only served to spur him on.

Bucky felt the cock swell in his mouth, knew that Y/N was close, and the thought of being the one to bring him to the edge had his own cock straining against his pants. He took him deeper, his throat muscles tightening around Y/N's shaft, his breaths coming in ragged gasps around the girth. The hand on the back of his head tightened, and Y/N's hips jerked, sending a spurt of warmth down Bucky's throat.

As the CEO's grip loosened, Bucky pulled back, his eyes watering but filled with a fierce satisfaction. He knew this was only the beginning, the opening act of a passionate play that would unfold between them. Y/N's eyes met his, a silent promise that the night was theirs to explore every inch of desire.

With a gentle but firm hand, Y/N helped Bucky to his feet, his gaze never leaving Bucky's. The CEO's voice was a gruff whisper, filled with a hunger that could not be denied. "Strip," he ordered, and Bucky complied, his hands shaking slightly as he removed each piece of clothing, revealing his muscular frame adorned with a history of battles. The room was charged with an electric tension that seemed to make the very air thick and heavy.

Once Bucky was bare, Y/N stepped closer, his eyes roving over Bucky's body with a possessive hunger. He reached out, his gloved hand cupping Bucky's face, his thumb tracing the line of Bucky's jaw. "You're mine," he murmured, and Bucky felt his knees go weak at the claim. "Mine to take, mine to use, mine to cherish."

Y/N's other hand went to the back of Bucky's neck, his grip tightening as he brought their mouths together in a bruising kiss. Bucky moaned into the kiss, his body responding to the dominance, his cock hardening even further at the feeling of Y/N's strength. The kiss grew more intense, their tongues battling for dominance as their bodies pressed together, the leather of Y/N's glove a stark contrast to the softness of Bucky's skin.

With a sudden move, Y/N pushed Bucky against the desk, the sound of papers rustling a distant concern as they fell to the floor. He bent Bucky over, his hand still wrapped around Bucky's throat, applying just the right amount of pressure to make him feel both safe and vulnerable. Bucky's breath came in quick gasps as Y/N's other hand roamed his body, teasing his nipples before sliding down to cup his firm ass. The anticipation was almost too much, a delicious agony that had him squirming against the desk, desperate for the relief that he knew was to come.

Y/N leaned in, his breath hot against Bucky's ear. "You're going to take it all," he whispered, and Bucky could feel the cock that had just been in his mouth, now pressing against his entrance. He pushed back, silently begging for more, and Y/N didn't disappoint. With one swift motion, he filled Bucky completely, the sound of their bodies connecting echoing through the room like a gunshot. Bucky's eyes rolled back in his head, his body adjusting to the intrusion, the pain mixing with pleasure in a heady cocktail that had him seeing stars.

Y/N began to move, his hips setting a punishing pace that had Bucky's body slamming into the desk. The slap of flesh on flesh filled the air, a rhythmic beat that seemed to sync with the pounding of their hearts. The pressure on Bucky's neck never wavered, the choke a constant reminder of who was in control. The sensation was exhilarating, pushing him closer to the edge with every thrust.

The CEO's hand moved from Bucky's throat to grip his hair, pulling his head back so their eyes could meet. The intensity in Y/N's gaze was like looking into the eye of a storm—dangerous and all-consuming. Bucky could see the desire, the need, the raw, unfiltered passion that was driving Y/N, and it only served to make him want more.

Their eyes held as Y/N's hand slammed down on Bucky's ass, the sound echoing through the room. The sting was immediate, but it only served to heighten the pleasure that was building within him. Bucky's moans grew louder, his body moving in time with Y/N's thrusts, his ass taking the CEO's cock like it was made for it.

The tension grew, a tight coil of need that was wound tighter with every passing moment. Y/N's strokes grew shorter, more erratic, and Bucky knew he was close. The hand on his hair tightened, pulling him up onto his toes, making him gasp for air that was suddenly scarce. And then, with one final, brutal thrust, Y/N came, his warmth flooding Bucky's insides.

The two men stood there, panting and spent, their bodies still connected. It was a moment of pure, unbridled passion that seemed to freeze time itself. Bucky felt something inside of him shift, a bond forming between them that was more than just physical. Y/N's grip on his hair softened, and he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Bucky's forehead. "You did well," he murmured, his voice a mix of satisfaction and affection that sent a shiver down Bucky's spine.

Bucky nodded, his breaths still coming in ragged gasps. He hadn't felt this alive in what felt like an eternity. The way Y/N had taken control, had claimed him, had unlocked something within him that he hadn't even known was there. He felt a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the fireplace, a sense of belonging that was as intoxicating as it was terrifying.

As Y/N pulled out, Bucky felt the emptiness acute, but he knew it was only temporary. The CEO's eyes were dark with desire, his chest heaving with exertion, and Bucky could see the hunger that had yet to be satiated. This was just the start of a night that would leave them both drained and craving more.

Y/N took a step back, his gaze never leaving Bucky's. He reached for the belt that lay discarded on the floor, the leather whispering against the hardwood as he picked it up. "On your knees," he said, his voice a low growl that sent a thrill of excitement through Bucky. Without hesitation, Bucky dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving Y/N's. The CEO stepped closer, his cock still hard and gleaming in the firelight. He wrapped the belt around Bucky's neck, tying it into a loose noose that lay against his skin like a promise of more to come.

"You're going to be my good boy," Y/N said, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "And if you're very good, I might just give you what you're begging for." Bucky nodded, his eyes shining with anticipation. He knew what Y/N was referring to, and the thought had his cock jutting out, desperate for attention.

The belt grew taut as Y/N tightened it, the leather biting into Bucky's skin just enough to make him aware of its presence. He took a deep breath, the pressure in his throat both thrilling and terrifying. Y/N stepped back, admiring his handiwork. "Now, let's see how well you can take a pounding," he said, and with that, he grabbed Bucky's hips and slammed back into him, making the desk shake beneath them.

The new angle hit Bucky's prostate with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. He bit his lip to stifle the screams that threatened to escape, his eyes watering from the mix of pain and pleasure. The belt tightened and loosened with each movement, the sensation a constant reminder of his submission.

The room was a cacophony of sounds—the slap of skin, the grunt of exertion, the squeak of the desk, and the crack of the belt as it met Bucky's skin. Each impact sent shockwaves of sensation through his body, pushing him closer to the edge. He could feel Y/N's cock growing within him, the pressure building to the point of no return.

And then, just when Bucky thought he couldn't take anymore, Y/N reached around, wrapping his hand around Bucky's neglected cock. He stroked in time with his thrusts, the leather of his glove a rough contrast to the smooth skin. Bucky's orgasm hit him like a freight train, his body convulsing as he came, painting the desk with his release. Y/N followed shortly after, his grip on Bucky's hip tightening as he emptied himself into the man he now owned.

The belt loosened, and Bucky slumped forward, his body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Y/N didn't pull out immediately, instead choosing to stay buried within Bucky, his cock still pulsing with the remnants of his climax. They stayed like that for a moment, breathing in sync, hearts pounding in unison. It was a moment of peace in the eye of the storm, a brief reprieve from the chaos of desire that surrounded them.

But Bucky knew that the night was far from over. There were more battles to be waged in the war of their passion, and he was ready to submit to every single one. Y/N pulled out of him with a wet sound that made Bucky's cheeks flush, and then the CEO turned him around, his cock still hard and demanding. "Look at the mess you've made," Y/N said, his voice a mix of amusement and lust as he surveyed the desk. "You'll clean that up later."

Bucky nodded, his eyes never leaving Y/N's. He could see the hunger in them, the desire that hadn't yet been fully sated. The CEO reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, using it to wipe the last traces of cum from Bucky's face and neck. The gentleness of the gesture was almost too much, making Bucky's heart clench in his chest.

Y/N then leaned in and kissed him, a soft, lingering kiss that seemed to melt away the last of Bucky's fears and doubts. When they parted, Bucky's eyes were wide with wonder, his body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. "Take me," he whispered, and Y/N's eyes lit up with a fierce possessiveness that had Bucky's heart racing all over again.

The CEO bent down and scooped Bucky into his arms, carrying him over to the plush, velvet couch that sat in the corner of the room. He laid him down gently, his eyes never leaving Bucky's as he climbed on top of him. The weight of Y/N's body was a comfort, a promise of protection in the face of the unknown. Bucky wrapped his arms around Y/N's neck, pulling him down for another kiss as their bodies aligned, their cocks pressing against each other.

Y/N reached for the lube on the coffee table, his movements deliberate and sure. He slicked up his fingers and slid one into Bucky's ass, the coldness of the gel a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies. Bucky gasped into the kiss, his body opening up to the intrusion with an ease that surprised him. The CEO's touch was firm but tender, as if he were unlocking a treasure chest filled with the most precious of jewels.

He worked Bucky open, the stretch a delicious burn that had him writhing beneath Y/N's touch. The anticipation was unbearable, his body begging for more, for the fullness that only Y/N could provide. And when Y/N finally slid into him again, it was like coming home—like finding a piece of himself that he never knew was missing.

Their bodies moved together in a dance as old as time, the rhythm of their hips a silent symphony that echoed through the room. Y/N's hand found Bucky's cock once more, stroking it in time with his own thrusts. The belt was still around Bucky's neck, but now it served as a symbol of their unity, a physical manifestation of the bond that was forming between them.

The pressure grew once more, the need for release building like a crescendo. Y/N's strokes grew more erratic, his breaths coming in harsh pants against Bucky's neck. Bucky felt his own climax approaching, the tightness in his balls a sweet agony that made him want to scream. And when Y/N finally tightened the belt, the world exploded around him.

Their cries of pleasure filled the room, a testament to the power of their connection. As they rode the waves of their orgasms together, Bucky could feel something inside of him shift, something profound and unyielding. This wasn't just a one-time thing, a moment of passion to be forgotten in the harsh light of day. This was the beginning of something more, something that could not be denied.

When their breathing had finally evened out, Y/N pulled out of Bucky, his cock still hard and glistening. He untied the belt, his movements gentle, almost reverent. "You're mine," he whispered again, and Bucky knew that this time, it was true. They were bound now, in a way that went beyond the physical.

Bucky looked up at Y/N, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and love. "I'm yours," he said, and it was the most honest thing he had ever said. The CEO leaned down and kissed him, a kiss that was as gentle as the first, yet held the promise of a thousand more nights like this.

The two men lay tangled on the couch, their bodies still heaving with the aftermath of their passion. Y/N's hand traveled down Bucky's chest, tracing the contours of his abs, his fingertips dancing over the scars that told a story of a life filled with pain and loss. But here, now, in this moment, those scars were just a testament to the strength and resilience that made Bucky who he was.

The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as Y/N rolled them over so that Bucky was on top. The CEO's eyes searched Bucky's, looking for permission, and Bucky gave it with a nod, his heart racing at the thought of what was to come. Y/N reached down and guided Bucky's cock back into his ass, the warmth and tightness almost too much to bear.

Bucky began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm that had Y/N's eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy. Each movement sent waves of pleasure crashing through them both, a symphony of sensation that seemed to resonate through the very core of their beings. The leather of Y/N's glove was a constant reminder of the power dynamics at play, a silent promise that no matter how gentle the touch, the control remained firmly in his hands.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each thrust a silent declaration of their connection. Bucky's hands found Y/N's shoulders, his nails digging in as he picked up the pace, the sound of their skin slapping together a sweet music that seemed to fill the room. Y/N's hands were everywhere—on Bucky's hips, his chest, his neck, his face—guiding, caressing, claiming.

Their kisses grew more frantic, their breaths mingling as they chased the high that only they could give each other. Bucky could feel Y/N's cock swelling again, and he knew that this time, he wouldn't be able to hold back. He rode Y/N harder, the need for release overwhelming, his hips moving with a desperation that was almost animalistic.

Y/N's hands tightened on Bucky's hips, guiding him, pushing him closer to the edge. "Come for me," he whispered, his voice a dark command that Bucky couldn't ignore. And with a final, desperate thrust, Bucky did just that, his orgasm ripping through him like a wildfire, leaving him trembling and spent.

As they lay there, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, the reality of what they had just shared began to sink in. They were more than just a bottom and a top, more than just a CEO and an employee. They were two broken men who had found refuge in each other's arms, a bond forged in the heat of passion that could not be broken.

Y/N wrapped his arms around Bucky, pulling him closer, their hearts beating together like a single drum. "You're mine," he murmured, the words a gentle reminder of the promise they had made in the throes of desire. And as Bucky lay there, feeling the warmth of Y/N's embrace, he knew that he had finally found a home.

The night stretched out before them, filled with the promise of more passion, more pleasure, more moments of absolute surrender. But for now, they were content to simply lie there, their bodies intertwined, their hearts connected. The city outside continued to pulse with life, but in that room, in that moment, there was only Y/N and Bucky, lost in a world of their own making.

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The evening sun cast a warm, golden glow over the quiet street, painting the sidewalks with shadows that stretched like fingers reaching for the horizon. A gentle breeze danced through the leaves of the trees, creating a serene soundtrack for the closing of the day. It was the perfect kind of silence that made you feel like the world had stopped just for you.

But amidst this tranquility, the sound of a distant explosion echoed, briefly interrupting the serenity. Y/N, with their heart racing, stepped out of the alley they had been hiding in. They had felt the tremor of the blast through the ground, and the sight of the smoky skyline made their stomach churn with anxiety. As a new hero-in-training, they hadn't encountered anything quite like this before.

They had been out on a casual patrol, enjoying the break from their rigorous training regimen, when the emergency alert had gone off on their communicator. The message was urgent, detailing a villain attack nearby. Y/N had been told to stay put and wait for backup, but the explosion was too close to ignore.

Their eyes scanned the area, searching for signs of trouble, and that's when they saw him: Bakugo Katsuki, the explosive genius of U.A. High School. He was a few blocks away, surrounded by the aftermath of the battle, his fists clenched in determination. His eyes met Y/N's, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to pause.

Bakugo, noticing the nervous energy radiating from Y/N, barked, "What the hell are you doing here? Didn't you hear the warning?" But there was something in his tone that suggested concern rather than anger. He was used to fighting alone, but the sight of an untested hero approaching the scene made his protective instincts flare up.

Y/N took a step forward, their resolve unshaken despite the tremor in their voice. "I...I know, but I couldn't just stay put when I felt that explosion. I had to help." They straightened their posture, pushing their chest out slightly. It was a subconscious move, but it didn't go unnoticed by the seasoned hero.

Bakugo's eyes flickered downward for a brief second before snapping back up to meet Y/N's gaze. "You're not going anywhere near that battlefield," he said firmly. "You're just going to get in the way." But there was a hint of admiration in his voice, and perhaps a touch of something else. He couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards the reader, especially their determination to stand by his side despite the danger.

Ignoring his protests, Y/N continued to move closer, their heart beating faster with every step. "I can handle myself," they assured him, trying to sound more confident than they felt. "Besides, we're a team, right?"

Bakugo's expression softened slightly, and he let out a sigh. He knew that pushing Y/N away would only make them more stubborn. "Fine," he grumbled, "but stay behind me and do exactly as I say."

( Side notes: Y/N's unyielding spirit impresses Bakugo despite the danger, leading him to begrudgingly allow them to assist under his strict supervision, revealing his underlying concern and attraction. 🙂‍↕️ my boy is slowly becoming a simp.)

With a nod, Y/N fell into step behind the explosive hero, their heart racing with excitement and fear. They had always admired Bakugo from afar, but now, as they approached the battlefield together, they felt a connection growing between them, fueled by the adrenaline and the shared desire to protect.

As they approached the chaos, the smell of burning debris filled the air, making their eyes water and their throat tighten. The sound of distant screams and the cacophony of clashing powers was a stark contrast to the peaceful evening they had been enjoying mere moments ago. Y/N took a deep breath, trying to focus on the task at hand.

Bakugo turned to them, his expression serious. "Remember, keep your distance and only engage if you're absolutely sure you can handle it. This isn't a game." His gaze lingered on their chest for a split second before snapping back to their eyes. It was a subtle gesture, but it sent a shiver down Y/N's spine, reminding them of the undeniable attraction that sizzled between them.

They nodded, adrenaline coursing through their veins. "Understood," they replied, trying to keep their voice steady.

Together, they charged into the fray, ready to face whatever danger awaited them. Y/N couldn't help but feel a thrill as they watched Bakugo in action, his explosive quirk lighting up the night sky like a fiery ballet. And though the battle was intense, the heat of the moment did nothing to diminish the attraction they felt.

As they fought side by side, Bakugo would occasionally glance back, checking on Y/N's safety. Each time their eyes met, there was a silent conversation, a dance of unspoken understanding and growing feelings. The flirty tension between them grew stronger with every passing second.

The battle raged on, but amidst the chaos, Y/N and Bakugo found moments of quiet intensity. A shared look, a brief touch as they passed by each other, and the way their bodies moved in sync as they fought. It was as if they had been doing this together for years.

The night grew darker, the air thicker with smoke and the scent of danger. Yet, as the two heroes stood back to back, Y/N felt a warmth spreading through their chest that had nothing to do with the blazing fires around them. It was the warmth of companionship, of shared valor, and of a connection that was rapidly becoming something more.

And when the dust finally settled, and the villains were apprehended, Bakugo turned to Y/N, his eyes lingering on their chest for a beat longer than necessary. The flirty tone in his voice was unmistakable as he said, "Not bad for your first time out here." His cheeks were flushed from the exertion of the battle, making him look surprisingly boyish and endearing.

Y/N couldn't help but blush at the compliment, their heart fluttering. They managed a small smile, panting slightly from the exertion. "Thanks to you," they replied, their voice a little breathless.

As the emergency services arrived, the two heroes stepped aside, watching the scene unfold. The air between them was charged with an electricity that neither of them could ignore. Without warning, Bakugo leaned in, his eyes never leaving Y/N's. Before they could react, his lips were on theirs in a fierce, claiming kiss that took their breath away.

Surprise turned to desire as Y/N's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss was explosive, like his quirk, but also tender, revealing a side of him that Y/N hadn't seen before. They could feel his heart racing against theirs, matching the tempo of their own.

When they finally broke apart, gasping for air, their eyes searched each other's, looking for understanding. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them standing in the aftermath of the battle.

"What was that?" Y/N asked, their voice barely above a whisper.

Bakugo's expression was a mix of confusion and determination. "I don't know," he admitted, "but I've wanted to do that for a while now." He reached up, gently cupping the side of Y/N's face. "I can't ignore this anymore."

Their hearts pounding in unison, Y/N leaned into his touch, their eyes searching his for any sign of doubt. But all they found was honesty and passion. And in that moment, they knew they felt the same.

Their next kiss was slower, more deliberate. Each touch of their lips was a declaration of feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. Y/N's hand slid down to rest on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart, while his hand found its way to Y/N's waist, pulling them even closer.

The kiss grew more intense, their bodies pressing together as if trying to bridge the gap that had existed between them for so long. Y/N could feel the heat from Bakugo's palm seep through their clothes, leaving a brand that seemed to burn in the best possible way.

As they reluctantly pulled away, they both knew that this was just the beginning. The flirty banter and stolen glances of the past had evolved into something much more profound. They were no longer just teammates; they were something more.

The sound of sirens grew closer, snapping them out of their daze. They had a duty to fulfill, a city to protect, and now, a bond to nurture. They exchanged a knowing smile before turning to face the world, side by side, as heroes and as something new to each other.

As they walked back to the school, the silence between them was not awkward but rather filled with a buzzing anticipation. Y/N's chest felt tight, not just from the exhilaration of battle but from the realization that they had found something special in the most unexpected of places.

"Hey," Bakugo said, breaking the silence, his voice a little rougher than usual, "about what happened back there..."

Y/N looked at him, their heart racing again, but not from fear this time. "Yeah?"

He took a deep breath, his eyes darting to their chest once more before meeting their gaze. "I don't usually...do that. But with you, it just felt...right." His words were clumsy, but the sincerity was clear.

A warmth spread through Y/N, and they nodded, feeling their cheeks heat up. "I get it," they said, "it felt right to me too."

The tension between them grew, a delicate balance of excitement and uncertainty. They didn't know what the future held, but for the first time, they were looking forward to it together.

When they arrived at the school, the night was still young, and the stars twinkled in the sky, as if applauding their bravery. They walked to the dorms, the air thick with the promise of what was to come. At the door to Y/N's room, Bakugo stopped them with a gentle touch on their arm.

"Can I come in?" he asked, his eyes searching for permission.

Y/N's pulse quickened, and they nodded, fumbling with the key. As they stepped into the room, the air grew warmer, charged with the electricity of their newfound feelings.

Bakugo took a step closer, his hand moving to rest on Y/N's waist. "I want to get to know you," he said, "the real you, not just the hero you're becoming."

Their eyes locked, and the world outside the room seemed to fade away. They were no longer just Y/N and Bakugo; they were two people who had found something in each other that was worth fighting for, something that was as explosive and unpredictable as the quirks they wielded.

The kiss that followed was unlike any other. It was a kiss of discovery, of passion, and of promise. As their lips moved together, their bodies melded, and their hearts synchronized, they knew that this was just the start of an adventure that would change them both forever.

And as they lost themselves in the warmth of their embrace, the quiet whispers of doubt and fear were drowned out by the roar of their newfound love. The battle may have ended, but the real challenge was just beginning: navigating the treacherous waters of their blossoming relationship while still keeping the world safe. But if their performance tonight was any indication, they were more than ready to face it together.

Their kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as if they were trying to make up for lost time. Y/N could feel the strength in Bakugo's arms as they held them close, the same strength that had saved lives on the battlefield. His touch was both fiery and gentle, a contradiction that only made Y/N's heart race faster.

As they finally broke away, panting and smiling, Y/N felt a newfound confidence in themselves. They had faced danger and found something beautiful in the aftermath. "Thank you," they murmured, leaning their forehead against his.

Bakugo's eyes searched theirs, a question lingering in his gaze. "For what?"

"For showing me that I can be more than just a hero. For making me feel...alive."

He chuckled softly, his cheeks still flushed. "You were already pretty lively," he teased, his thumb tracing gentle circles on Y/N's lower back. "But I'm happy to help."

They shared a laugh, the tension between them dissipating like the smoke from the battle. For now, the world outside could wait. They had each other, and that was all that mattered.

As they sat on the edge of Y/N's bed, their conversation flowed freely. They talked about their hopes and fears, their pasts and their futures. For once, there was no pressure to be anyone but themselves.

Y/N leaned into Bakugo's embrace, feeling the steady beat of his heart against their chest. It was a comforting rhythm that seemed to resonate within them, a reminder that even in the face of chaos, they had found something solid to hold onto.

Bakugo's hand found its way to Y/N's cheek, his thumb brushing against the soft skin as he whispered, "I never knew I could feel this way about someone."

The confession was met with a soft smile. "Me neither," Y/N admitted. "But I'm not complaining."

They shared another lingering kiss, the taste of each other still fresh on their lips. The world outside had changed, but in this moment, all that mattered was the warmth of their embrace and the promise of what lay ahead.

As the night grew late, the two heroes finally parted, both knowing that tomorrow would bring new challenges. But as Y/N watched Bakugo walk away, they felt something they hadn't felt in a long time: hope.

The next morning, the sun rose, casting its light over the city they had protected. Y/N awoke to the sound of their alarm, feeling a new energy coursing through their veins. They had a secret now, a spark that had been ignited in the heat of battle.

As they dressed for the day, they couldn't help but smile at the memory of the night before. The flirty glances, the explosive kisses, and the feeling of being seen by someone who truly cared. It was a feeling they hadn't known they craved.

But as they stepped out into the hallway, reality hit them like a blast from one of Bakugo's explosions. They were still heroes-in-training, with responsibilities and missions to fulfill. Their relationship would have to be kept hidden for now, lest it become a distraction.

Y/N took a deep breath and steeled themselves for the day ahead. They had a promise to keep, a promise to be the best hero they could be, and now, they had someone to fight for beyond just themselves.

As they made their way to the training ground, they couldn't help but look for a glimpse of the explosive hero that had captured their heart. They found him, his fiery gaze locking with theirs from across the courtyard.

For a moment, the world stopped. And in that moment, they both knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

The whistle blew, signaling the start of training, and the students rushed into action. But amidst the chaos, the new bond between Y/N and Bakugo remained unbroken, a silent promise that burned as brightly as the sun above them.

The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. Their secret grew stronger with every shared glance and stolen kiss. They fought side by side, pushed each other to new heights, and slowly but surely, the flirty tension grew into a deep, unshakeable bond. Training sessions were no longer just about honing their skills; they were about finding moments of peace in the storm of their demanding lives.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with a breathtaking array of oranges and purples, they found themselves on the rooftop of the school, away from prying eyes. The cool breeze whispered secrets as Y/N leaned into Bakugo's embrace, feeling the warmth of his chest against theirs.

"Katsuki," they murmured, using his first name for the first time in this new context, "what happens now?"

Bakugo tightened his hold, his voice low and serious. "Now, we keep getting stronger, together." He leaned down, capturing their lips in a kiss that spoke of passion and protection. "We're a team, in every sense of the word."

Their kiss grew more heated, and Y/N felt their chest swell with emotion. They knew that their relationship was far from conventional, but in this moment, it felt more real than anything they had ever experienced.

But the world of heroes was not a forgiving one. They faced danger around every corner, and the shadow of All Might's retirement loomed over them, serving as a constant reminder of the weight of their responsibilities.

One day, as they were leaving the training ground, an urgent message came through their communicators. A powerful new villain had emerged, threatening the very fabric of society. The League of Villains had struck again, and this time, they were aiming for the heart of the hero world.

Bakugo's eyes lit up with determination. "We have to go," he said, already moving towards the exit.

Y/N nodded, fear and excitement mixing in their chest. They knew that this could be the battle that defined their careers, the moment when their bond would truly be tested.

As they suited up, their hearts raced in unison. The stakes had never been higher, but they had each other. And as they stepped out into the night, ready to face whatever awaited them, they shared a look that said more than any words could.

They were in this together, come what may.

The battle was fierce, the air thick with the scent of fear and determination. Y/N watched in awe as Bakugo unleashed his full power, the ground trembling beneath his feet. His explosions were a spectacle, a fiery dance that painted the sky with destruction and hope.

And through it all, their eyes never lost their connection. They moved as one, anticipating each other's moves, protecting each other's flanks. The trust between them had grown into something unshakable, a force that seemed to fuel their every action.

But as the battle raged on, a figure emerged from the shadows, one that sent a shiver down Y/N's spine. It was Shigaraki, the new leader of the League, and his twisted smile promised only pain and suffering.

Bakugo roared, charging towards the enemy, and Y/N was right beside him, their hearts beating as one. This was their moment, their chance to show the world what they were made of.

Their eyes met for a brief second, and in that fraction of a second, their future flashed before them: a life of fighting for justice, hand in hand, heart to heart.

And as they leaped into the fray, ready to face the darkness, they knew that together, they could conquer anything.

The battle was a symphony of chaos, a dance of power and strategy. Each explosion from Bakugo's fists was met with a swift counter from Shigaraki's decaying touch, the clash of their quirks echoing through the city. Y/N moved fluidly, their own abilities a stark contrast to the destruction around them, a beacon of light in the shadows.

Y/N felt the tremors of each impact as if it were their own body being thrown around, but the fear was outweighed by the fiery resolve that burned in their chest. They had to keep going, for themselves, for the city, and for the explosive hero whose heart they had claimed.

The air grew thick with the scent of ozone and the metallic tang of fear, but amidst it all, Y/N could feel Bakugo's warmth, his fiery spirit pushing them forward. They could sense his movements before they happened, their bodies moving in a harmony that could only come from a deep connection, one that transcended words.

As they fought side by side, they could almost feel their hearts sync up, beating in time with the explosive rhythm of their battle. Each time Bakugo's eyes flicked to their chest, it was no longer just a playful glance but a silent affirmation of the trust and affection that had blossomed between them.

The battle raged on, a whirlwind of power and emotion, and through it all, Y/N and Bakugo remained a bastion of unity. They had found something in each other that was stronger than any villain, something that made them feel alive.

And when the dust finally settled, and the last villain had been defeated, they stood there, panting and exhausted, but triumphant. The world had seen them not just as heroes, but as a force to be reckoned with.

Their eyes met once more, and in that moment, the flirty tension that had been simmering just beneath the surface of their friendship exploded into something undeniable. They had fought together, bled together, and now they would heal together.

Bakugo took a step closer, the fierce determination in his eyes replaced by something softer, something that made Y/N's heart race even faster than the battle had. He reached out, his hand hovering just above their chest, before finally making contact, feeling the rapid beat of their heart beneath his palm.

Y/N looked up at him, their eyes filled with a mix of awe and love. "We did it," they whispered, their voice hoarse from the strain of the fight.

Bakugo leaned down, capturing their lips in a kiss that was as explosive as his quirk. It was a declaration of victory, not just over the villains, but over the fear and doubt that had held them back for so long.

And as the city breathed a sigh of relief, the two heroes knew that this was only the beginning. They had faced the worst of humanity and come out stronger for it. Now, they had each other to lean on, to love, and to explore the depths of their newfound feelings.

Their kiss grew deeper, the world around them fading away until there was only the warmth of their embrace and the promise of a future filled with excitement and danger. They were ready for whatever came next, as long as they faced it together.

Their hearts, once two solitary beats, had become one rhythm, one pulse that matched the very essence of their quirks. They were a pair that could shake the foundations of the world, and they were just getting started.

Their love was a force to be reckoned with, as potent and unpredictable as the explosions that lit up the night sky. But as they pulled away, the smiles on their faces were unmistakable. They had found something in each other that was worth fighting for, something that would sustain them through the battles to come.

The city below them was a tapestry of lights, a testament to the lives they had sworn to protect. And as they stood there, their hearts entwined, they knew that together, they could face anything.

Their journey had led them to this moment, and now, it was time to begin the next chapter of their story. A story of love, heroism, and the unshakeable bond that would see them through to the end.

Their first public appearance as a couple was met with a mix of surprise and admiration from their peers. The whispers and glances only served to fuel their determination to be the best heroes they could be, both individually and as a team.

As the months passed, Y/N and Bakugo grew more in sync, not just in battle but in every aspect of their lives. They studied together, trained together, and found moments of peace in each other's arms when the world was too much. Their relationship became the foundation upon which they built their careers.

But the path of a hero is never easy. New enemies emerged, more cunning and powerful than before. The League of Villains had not disappeared, and their shadow loomed over the city like a dark cloud. The pressure mounted, and the stakes grew higher with each passing day.

Through it all, Y/N remained the rock that grounded Bakugo, keeping his fiery spirit from burning out of control. And in return, Bakugo's fierce protectiveness and passion pushed Y/N to reach new heights with their own powers.

One evening, as they sat on the rooftop of their shared apartment, watching the stars wink into existence, Y/N took a deep breath and spoke the words they had been holding back for so long. "Katsuki, I love you."

Bakugo stiffened, his hand pausing in mid-air where it hovered over Y/N's chest. He turned to face them, his eyes searching theirs. For a moment, there was only silence, and Y/N feared they had crossed a line they couldn't come back from.

Then, with a fierce blush staining his cheeks, he spoke. "I love you too." His voice was rough, unused to such tender confessions, but the sincerity was unmistakable.

Their kiss that night was filled with the weight of their confessions, the gravity of their love. It was a promise to face the darkness together, come what may.

The battles grew fiercer, the nights longer, but their love remained a beacon of light in the chaos. They had each other, and that was all they needed.

But even as they grew stronger, the world grew more dangerous. The League of Villains had a new target, and it was one that hit too close to home. A plot to infiltrate U.A. High School had been uncovered, and the students were on high alert.

Y/N and Bakugo were ready, their eyes gleaming with determination. They had been preparing for this moment since the day they had first met, and now, it was time to put their love and their powers to the ultimate test.

The night of the infiltration was tense, the air thick with anticipation. They moved through the halls, their hearts pounding in unison, ready to protect their school and their friends.

And when the first villain emerged from the shadows, they didn't hesitate. They leaped into battle, their quirks melding together in a display of power that left the enemy reeling.

Their love was a shield, a force that amplified their strengths and protected their weaknesses. They were unstoppable, a duo that could conquer any challenge thrown their way.

Through the smoke and the flames, they emerged victorious, their love unscathed. The students of U.A. looked upon them with newfound respect, and the whispers of their relationship grew into a chant of admiration.

Together, they had faced the darkness and come out stronger. And as they stood on the rooftop once more, the city stretching out before them like a map of their future, they knew that nothing could break them apart.

Their love was explosive, as unpredictable and powerful as the quirks they wielded. It was a bond that would be tested time and again, but they had faith in each other, in the promise of their hearts.

And so, as the stars twinkled above, they made another silent promise. A promise to be each other's anchor, to stand together through the storms, and to never let go.

Their story was far from over, but this was the moment that would define them. They were no longer just heroes. They were a couple, a force of nature that could not be tamed.

And as they watched the dawn break over the horizon, they knew that together, they could face any challenge that came their way. The world was theirs to conquer, and their love was the weapon that would lead them to victory.

But life as heroes was never simple, and the quiet moments of peace were often interrupted by the sirens of duty. The next day, they were called to the scene of a new disaster, a massive earthquake that had ravaged the city. The tremors had barely ceased when they found themselves racing towards the epicenter, their hearts heavy with the weight of what they might find.

As they arrived, the devastation was clear. Buildings lay in ruins, and the cries of the trapped and the injured filled the air. Y/N and Bakugo split up, each going to where they were needed most. Y/N's quake-sensing abilities helped locate survivors, while Bakugo's explosive power cleared paths through the wreckage.

Their hearts were in sync, each beat a silent communication as they worked tirelessly to save lives. The flirty banter of the past had given way to a deep respect and understanding, their connection now a lifeline that guided them through the chaos.

The days turned into a blur of rescue missions and late-night strategy sessions. Their love was a constant, the one thing that remained unshaken amidst the rubble. And when the dust finally settled, and the city began to rebuild, they knew that their bond had only grown stronger.

One night, as they sat on the rooftop of their apartment, the city quiet below them, Y/N looked up at Bakugo, their eyes filled with hope and love. "Katsuki," they said softly, "I know we can't predict the future, but I want to spend it with you."

Bakugo's expression softened, the fiery determination in his eyes replaced by something gentle. He took Y/N's hand, threading their fingers together. "I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow," he admitted, "but I know I want to face it with you."

And with that, they leaned in, their lips meeting in a kiss that was a declaration of love and a promise of forever. The world could throw whatever it had at them, but as long as they had each other, they knew they could withstand it all.

Their love was the quiet force that held them together, the unspoken promise that no matter what, they would always have someone to rely on. And as they watched the city heal, their hearts swelled with pride for the lives they had saved and the future they had protected.

But the peace was short-lived. The League of Villains had not been vanquished, only driven into hiding, and their leader, Shigaraki, remained a looming threat. His twisted smile haunted Y/N's dreams, a chilling reminder that their battles were far from over.

One evening, as they sat in their living room, the TV broadcasted an urgent message. The League had resurfaced, and their latest plan was more terrifying than anything they had faced before. The tension in the room grew palpable, the air thick with unspoken fear.

Y/N took a deep breath, their eyes meeting Bakugo's. "We'll stop them," they said firmly. "We're stronger together."

Bakugo nodded, his grip on Y/N's hand tightening. "We'll show them what it means to mess with us." His voice was a low rumble, a prelude to the explosive power that lay within him.

The days that followed were a blur of training and preparation. They pushed their quirks to new limits, their love acting as a catalyst for their growth. The flirty glances of the past had evolved into a deep understanding, a silent communication that was more potent than any spoken word.

And when the day came, when the sirens blared and the city was once again plunged into chaos, they stood ready. Side by side, they faced the enemy, their hearts beating in time with each other's.

The battle was a maelstrom of power, a clash of wills that seemed to shake the very earth beneath their feet. But as they fought, Y/N felt a warmth in their chest that was more than just the exertion of their quirk. It was the love they shared with Bakugo, a love that fueled their every move.

Through the smoke and the dust, their eyes found each other, a silent promise passing between them. They were in this together, come hell or high water, and nothing could break their bond.

And when the final blow was struck, and the League was once again sent scattering, Y/N and Bakugo stood in the rubble, their chests heaving with the exertion. They had done it. They had faced their greatest challenge yet, and they had come out on top.

Their kiss in that moment was one of triumph, a declaration that no matter what the world threw at them, their love would remain unshaken. And as they looked into each other's eyes, the flirty glances of the past had transformed into a love that was as strong as steel.

Their story was not over, but the chapter had closed. They had each other, and together, they would face whatever came next. For now, though, as the city breathed a sigh of relief, they allowed themselves a moment of quiet joy, their hearts beating as one.

[aceywacy2]

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, amber glow over the quiet city. The streets, once filled with chaos and the echoes of battle, now settled into a peaceful silence. Y/N and Geto trudged home, their bodies tired but their hearts full of relief.

Y/N's shoulders were heavy with exhaustion, but he couldn't help but glance over at Geto, whose normally sharp eyes now held a softer, more peaceful expression. Despite the fatigue, a gentle smile tugged at Y/N's lips.

They reached their doorstep, and Geto fumbled with the key before finally opening the door. Inside, the apartment was a sanctuary—calm, warm, a stark contrast to the chaos they'd faced earlier.

Geto carefully set down his bag, then turned to Y/N, reaching out to ruffle his hair affectionately. "You did well today," he said softly, voice tender. "I'm proud of you."

Y/N blinked, surprised by the genuine warmth in Geto's tone. He stepped closer, feeling the weight of the day's battles melt away just a little more in the presence of his boyfriend.

Without a word, Y/N closed the distance and leaned into Geto, resting his forehead against his. Geto's arms instinctively wrapped around him, pulling him into a comforting embrace.

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other's warmth, the world outside forgotten. Y/N felt Geto's breath warm against his ear as he whispered, "We'll face whatever comes next together."

Y/N closed his eyes, feeling safe, loved, and grateful. After a long day of struggle, all he needed was this—Geto's love, a quiet moment of peace, and the certainty that no matter what, they'd always have each other.

As the evening settled into night, they stayed in that embrace, finding solace in each other's presence, knowing that tomorrow was a new day—another chance to fight, to love, to be together.

[sayprettypleasemydear]

I like pretty boys best when they cry.

Not the dramatic kind.

The slow, soft, overwhelmed kind.

Tease them for long enough and they go all quiet, breath hitching, voice shaking just this useless little mess waiting for permission.

So beautiful. So breakable. So mine.

[sayprettypleasemydear]

Men act hard until you make them too overstimulated to even remember their own name.

Then they’re nothing but a trembling mess, desperate for your approval.

All that “strong guy” talk disappears when you’re the one pulling the strings.

[aceywacy2]

Sub!James, Dom Reader and Dom Remus.

Reader and Remus went out for the day to get James somme new toys and outfits for his Birthday but come back to see James on the bed thrusting a dildo in and out his pretty little hole, moaning and sprawled out for anyone to see his beautiful body. What was supposed be to be a birthday present… soon turned into a birthday punishment. ♥️

[aceywacy2]

Astoría sat on the edge of their cozy couch, twirling a loose strand of her locs nervously. She had always loved her hair—its unique twists and rich texture—but today, a twinge of insecurity crept in. She glanced at her reflection in the window, wishing her locs looked a little different, a little more "perfect."

Just then Rayne walked into the room. Noticing she was in a quiet mood. Taking a seat on the bed next to her, he would take her hand into his.

“Hey, what's wrong?” Rayne asked softly, concern in his eyes.

Astoría hesitated, then looked down. “I dunno… I just feel like my hair isn’t good enough today. Like, maybe I look too different, or… not pretty enough.”

Rayne cupped her face gently, making eye contact. “Astoría, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Your locs are a crown—each one tells a story, a part of who you are. They’re strong, unique, and absolutely gorgeous.”

She looked into his eyes, searching for reassurance.

“Your hair isn’t just hair,” Rayne continued. “It’s a part of your identity, your culture, your beauty. And I love every single strand of it. To me, you’re perfect—more than perfect. You don’t need to change a thing.”

Astoría felt a warmth spread through her chest. Tears threatened to come, but she smiled instead, feeling the love and acceptance in his words.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “That means everything to me.”

She hugged him tightly, feeling more confident than ever. Her locs shimmered under the light, and she realized that her true beauty was in her strength, her spirit, and the love they shared.

From that day on, Astoría wore her locs with even more pride, knowing she was loved just as she was—beautiful in every strand.

[aceywacy2]

I’d love Bakugo with a himbo reader, one with a bigger chest then his own. Katsuki would never admit it but he loves the way your chest feels in his hands, gripping them titties like crazy

[aceywacy2]

Gojo being absolutely smitten for these twins, seeing how they share everything. He wanted- needed them to share him. He has thoughts about being stuffed with two cocks at the same time, being so full and cock drunk the only sounds he can make out are broken moans and begs,“Fuck! p-Please~ faster nya feel you both so deep! Deep inside of me!~

[aceywacy2]

Pleasure turned punishment pt.1

Based on this post https://www.tumblr.com/aceywacy2/710802186245914624/subjames-dom-reader-and-dom-remus-reader-and

Sub!James, Dom Reader and Dom Remus. Reader and Remus went out for the day to get James somme new toys and outfits for his Birthday but com

Nicknames for those who don’t know……

Moony - Remus. Prongs- James

This is gonna be in hogwarts time but with a slight modern twist to the shops they have in Hogsmeade.

James and Remus have a bigger dorm room so they all stay together inside of it. Y/N of course has another room on the other side in the girls dormitory.

For this Y/N is a girl

Spanking, slight feminization, hair pulling, slight degradation/humiliation.

Remus and Y/N we’re getting ready to go out and get James some things special for his birthday. Wanting to introduce him to something new to spice up their life a little.

“ We’re not gonna be too long Prongs, no longer then about 2-3 hours. You know our rules, and how they still apply even when we’re gonna so we expect you to follow them” Remus had said. Y/N nodding her head in agreement. James only looked at them and rolled his eyes, “ when have I ever disobey the rules. No need to worry about me so go and shop already “. Both Remus and Y/N looked at each other before letting out a small laugh, James wasn’t one that always followed the rules even if he said he would but they didn’t pry into it, knowing that he knows what happens when he doesn’t so it wouldn’t do much if they said anything, so they both gave him a kiss on the cheek before leaving.

After they were gone from the room, James went down to the common room and sat down with Sirius for a while and they just joked and talk about anything random. Sirius wishing him a happy birthday with a smack on the head and a big ole laugh. Before telling him he had to go for some random detention he got earlier in the day.

James went back up to his room, now completely board since everyone he wanted to talk to was gone. Sitting down on their bed, he attempted to try and maybe take a nap so he wasn’t tired for when Moony and Y/N come back as he was exited to see what they were gonna come back with, already knowing they went to get him a present because they wouldn’t leave him alone on his birthday if they weren’t.

He laid down in bed, starting to fall asleep. He didn’t sleep for long , as after a while he started to have a dream. A wet dream to be more accurate. Shifting and squirming around in the bed, James was reading about sitting on Remus lap with his cock deep inside of me, face flushed as he lets out load moans, while Y/N is just sitting their smirking as she strikes his cock ever so slow.

Hehe that’s all you get 𖨆

The dream suddenly stopped as he woke up with a small gasp. Looking down as he saw his was undoubtedly hard from that. He knew he shouldn’t but he couldn’t help himself, grabbing his wand as he placed a silencing charm around the room so no one outside of that door could hear what he was doing then took his clothes off, throwing them on the floor. Leaning back onto the bed as he propped himself up and stuck two fingers in his mouth, starting to suck on them, then taking his other hand and wrapping it around his cock and starting to stroke himself. Slowly at first before speeding up, closing his eyes and leaning his head back as he focus on feeling the pleasure all around him. Pulling those fingers out of his mouth and brining them down to his hole. Circling at it before sticking them inside slowly with a small whimper leaving his lips. Thinking to himself how ‘ if feels better when Remus or Y/N is doing it ‘ as they had bigger and longer hands. Working himself open, it started to feel better as time went on. Continuing to stoke his cock as he bucked his hips into his own hand, letting out small whines as it never felt as good when he did this himself but he wasn’t about to stop.

At Hogsmeade

Remus and Y/N we’re walking around, looking at all the little shops but only having one in mind. It was a small shop located deep into the others, not many people knew about it since it was a shop full of Adult toys and other things.

When they got to it and went inside they started to look around, already knowing what they wanted to get him. Going over to the lingerie section and grabbing James this gold color one that would just pop on his skin. Y/N grabbing one as well in the color red and black as James always liked how they looked on her. Holding that in their hands they then made way over to another section, full off dildos, vibrators, cock rings and nipple clamps.

Both of them letting out laughs to themselves as they grabbed 2 new dildos, 1 new vibrator , 1 cock rings and 2 pairs of nipple clamps. They held onto those and went to look around at everything else, not grabbing anything as they had what they needed so they went up to the counter and paid for their items then walk out the little shop. Remus telling Y/N to wait by the entrance of a different store he went into. Not waiting long as he came out and just said” I was checking on an order for something, but we’re too to go now”. Y/N just nodded as they made their way back to the school. Ready to surprise James but not knowing they were in for a surprise as well.

Back at the school- in their dorm

It could be seen that James was still at it, thrusting fingers into his hole as he stroked his cock. Having came about twice he was staring to get a little worn out but he just couldn’t stop. Well that was until he heard someone clearing their voice. Startled he quickly sat up, grabbing a blanket and covering himself as he looked over at the door. The color drained from his face as he saw Y/N and Remus standing their, both with disappointed looks on their face.

“ Really James, todays your birthday and you go off and breaks the rules. “ Y/N said. “ You know we’re still going to have to punish you right, and to think we could have used all this new stuff we got for you to please you in new ways possible… but no “ Remus has said joining in.

Remus and Y/N proceeded over to the bed. y/N starting to strip down as she was now in nothing but a lingerie set. Getting on the bed in-front of poor little James who hasn’t said a word from when he got caught. Letting out a small gasp and mewl when he felt Y/N move her hands around his cock and start to stroke him roughly.

Remus starting to strip as well, dumping the contents of the bags on the bed as he grabbed his wand and did a quick spell on everything so it was all unpackaged and clean, ready for us. Grabbing a pair of nipple clamps then sliding on the bed. Going over to James and clamping them on his nipples, watching as they harden. Using his wand again and placing a charm on them to where they start to be on a low vibration setting for extra stimulation.

Both Remus and Y/N smirking as they look down at James. Him looking like an absolute mess from he previous actions and a bit of teasing per say from them.

Y/N took her hand from his cock. James letting out a whine , but she said nothing. Grabbing him by his side as she flipped him over to where he was now on his hands and knees, spreading his legs, and then moving to where she was in front of him. Don’t ask me how she did it- super fucking girl strength 😒.

Remus moving to the spot behind him, as he laid a smack on James’s ass, watching as it turned a lovely red color. And James letting out a loud cry. Remus didn’t say anything as he continued.

Smack

Smack

Smack

Smack

I’m not curl so he only gets five smacks on his precious ass

“Awe poor baby, we didn’t want to have to do this today but, you just had to go off and break the rules. Wanting to play with your pretty little cock at the thought of it being one of us. Placing a silencing charm on the room but I bet you left the door unlocked on purpose. Wanted someone to walk in here and see you being a horny little slut so they could come and help you out” Y/N said, taunting him.

“That’s Not True! “ James cried out behind a broken moan.

Remus chiming in”We know, as we know you know that no one can give you and your body the pleasure like we do”, he said as he grabbed one of the dildos and aligned it to his hole. Pushing it in slowly before speeding up, thrusting it inside of him, as no matter what, he didn’t want to hurt James what so ever.

Y/N ran her fingers through James hair, gripping ip as she pulled his head up to look at her. Kissing his head before putting two fingers at his mouth. Waiting for it to open before thrusting them down his throat, watching as James began to gag and tears form at his eyes.

James could only feel a burning pleasuring sensation throughout his body. Remus continuing to ruin his hole with the dildo, thrusting it in and out with no mercy as he clenched around it, only wishing it was something else. Remus big ole dick😩

Feeling himself about to cum as he was still so sensitive from cumming moments before he was caught. Only being thrown over the edge as Remus moved his hand down to his cock and wrapped his fingers around it, slowly and roughly stroking him. James couldn’t hold it in anymore, Letting out a loud moan as his eyes rolled back as he came.

Slumping down on the bed as his legs quivered from the dildo still being moved inside of him, looking up at Y/N with the tears in his eyes, as she caressed his cheek. Remus pulling the dildo out of him and throwing it somewhere in the room, leaning down as he pressed at kiss to James’s back.

“Darling, this is only the beginning. The punishment may now be over , but it’s time for the real fun”.

Best believe, James’s cock was hard once again. Ready for the fun to begin.

[aceywacy2]

Sub!James, Dom Reader and Dom Remus.

Reader and Remus went out for the day to get James somme new toys and outfits for his Birthday but come back to see James on the bed thrusting a dildo in and out his pretty little hole, moaning and sprawled out for anyone to see his beautiful body. What was supposed be to be a birthday present… soon turned into a birthday punishment. ♥️