I’ve seen many a smug “activist” here say how they won’t vote because “voting just plays into the system and doesn’t change anything.”
Cool story kiddo, that doesn’t stop the political right from voting, and the next thing you know Fuckface von Clownstick will be sitting in the Oval Office outlawing abortion and deporting everyone.
NSFW - MDNI. hyoga x f!reader. reader is an agriculturalist. mentions of breasts and vagina. cw: hyoga is mean. dom/sub dynamics, degradation, he jokingly calls reader a pig bc she works in the fields, male masturbation and making reader watch. uhhhh yeah. this is my new bf 💕 wc 2.6k
Of all the things you considered to be new normals in the world post depetrification, you truly never considered that supervised bathing would be one of them.
Teamwork to make the hard work of living in these times easier? Yes. Hoping your assigned “escort” is keeping his eyes to himself while you dip yourself into the warm water of the hot springs around a mile away from the settlement you live in that calls itself a new country? No.
It’s all for safety and you know it but it doesn’t make it any less mortifying that you were not only paired with a man it just had to be one you find yourself undeniably intrigued by and have for the last several months you’ve been a member of the current strength based empire that reigns.
Unfastening the last of the laces on your dress, you yank the itchy fabric over your head and fold it into a small square. Situating it far enough away from the lip of the natural hot spring it will not get wet, you dip your legs into the water first and the rest of you follows, bare to a rapidly darkening evening and Hyoga’s eyes only. Usually his most trusted warrior would be glowering at you from his side of the spring but she’s suspiciously absent tonight, making you believe she may have been ordered to stay behind.
“You can look now.”
As if he hasn’t been stealing glances every time he has escorted you out here regardless of the presence of Homura or not.
His gaze is difficult to see through the overgrown length of his bangs but you have felt it since the first time it fell on you after you were no longer encased in stone. You know it remained on your back while you disrobed, likely dipping lower than your shoulders. You can feel it now despite it being your turn to avert your gaze while he removes his clothing, removing his boots and loin cloth with little ceremony.
He doesn’t tell you not to look but you feel compelled to give him some semblance of privacy until he gives you permission to ogle. His body is a fine tuned weapon and you’ve been caught glancing at the hardened muscles of his chest and abdomen more than once so sparing yourself the embarrassment of being caught again is the easy decision.
The water splashes up over your breasts and shoulders, the white haired man finally entering the warm water with a groan. He dunks his head completely beneath the water and surfaces quickly, pushing the wet strands back and off of his face.
“You can look now, too.”
The remark is sarcastic and you hum back wryly, eyes drinking in the beauty of the brutal man. You don’t believe anyone else aside from his fellow kingdom rulers have seen him without his mask, an uncovered face, a weakness in his eyes, and it makes you feel important for the briefest moment. Water drops off of his eyelashes and down the slope of his nose, dripping down the full cradle of his Cupid’s bow and finally down his chin.
“You are very bad at hiding your staring problem, dirt dweller.”
The nickname makes you snort, picturing yourself as some kind of tiny mole digging through the now seeded and rudimentarily irrigated fields he watches you work in every single day. You’d much rather be an animal built for this work than the human that you are, not particularly built or suited for labor at all. Your domains are situated so close to one another you can practically recite his drill calls and he can hum the asinine songs you sing while digging and seeding.
You still do the work, though, and this is a treat for your perpetually sore muscles.You spread your arms out on either side of you while sinking a little deeper into the water, your chin dipping into it and big eyes glancing upward and across at the company you’ve been granted.
“Like you should talk. The bangs only hide so much, Hyoga. My eyes are up here.”
Making a fist but sticking your thumb out, you jab upward and you swear that the faintest hint of a smile on his face. Hyoga isn’t the joyful type and that in particular is why it still surprises you he willingly sticks with the duty he was given to follow you around making sure you stay out of trouble. It’s almost as if he enjoys your antics.
“You are incredibly mouthy,” he shoots back and there’s a particular note of warning in his tone that makes you tilt your head to the side. “How nobody sees it besides me is shocking.”
He often has something just edgy enough in his tone when it comes to you that you can tell whatever control he’s keeping when you’re around is slipping. Will it be bad for you when he does? Probably, but at least be able to claim victory.
“Oh, you’re so serious. I’m just messing with you.”
Giggling, you surface from the water and the upper weight of your breasts is exposed in a second. Goosebumps form across your now cooled skin and you reach around your back for the cake of soap you brought with you. Grabbing it, you hold it out in Hyoga’s direction, offering him first chance to get clean.
“You go first, you probably stink more.”
His midnight sky eyes are glued to your petrification scar, the dark line that runs from your throat down the midline of your body and stops at your belly button. It’s jagged but reminds him of the rows you spent weeks tilling by hand, not completely straight and narrow and perfect, but an impressive feat despite the flaws.
You’re impressive despite your flaws is what he actually thinks but he shakes his head to send the thought away and shoots back at your lighthearted joke with a scoff and a sneer.
“Doubt it. Only one of us rolls around in the dirt like a pig all day.”
Gasping, you toss the soap to his waiting and cupped hands and make a face he wants to laugh at. Mouth open, eyes narrowed, nose scrunched - you look truly petulant and he wades through the water toward your direction. You don’t move from your spot, letting him move next to you while lathering soap between his big palms.
“Let me help you,” he mutters and then swipes a soapy hand over your face, wiping it down your cheek and lower onto your jaw and neck. “I’m not so sure you’d know how to do this for yourself, simple thing that you are.”
You don’t stop him or protest and you don’t appear fearful either, his hand gradually slipping down your chin and finally following the petrification scar that slips between the valley of your breasts. Glancing up at him, you watch his eyes grow wide when he once again receives zero resistance against his touch.
Do you want him…no. He can’t afford to think that way no matter how reluctantly interested he finds himself when it comes to you. You don’t care about him, you simply want to be touched, your cheeks turning as pink as the sunset in the distance with each span of your flesh his fingers cross.
He rubs slick soap over your lower abdomen beneath the water and you finally give pause, blinking tightly and sighing. Pausing his exploration, he keeps his hand pressed against the soft give of your skin beneath it but decides to let you speak instead of cupping his hand over your mouth. He could easily do it, after all.
“What do you want from me Hyoga?”
He smirks, his own petrification scars jumping when they do. Small circles and lines around his mouth, framing the fullness of both top and bottom lip so well it’s almost a blinking sign daring you to stare at his lips and to imagine what they’d feel like spitting something besides vitriol in your direction.
Luckily, you’re smart enough to know the vitriol is nothing but bluster, if he wanted you dead or knocked down a peg you would be. Instead he silently asks you permission to keep touching, grabbing, mapping, palm firmly pressed against your waist.
His sigh mirrors your own and in an instant the distance between the two of you gets even shorter, his free hand gripping the lip of the hot spring on one side of your head. Leaning in close, he presses his forehead against yours.
“I should ask you the same.” He should, given the slight way you press your thighs together beneath the water, cunt begging for relief after the little show he has put on. “Nah, I should make you tell me.”
He crowds you against the edge of the spring further, knee angling toward your core and promising relief if you’re simply honest and well behaved, agreeable to giving him what he wants. The hand resting on your belly slides back up your body and grips your chin, delicately enough you’re in no danger but firm enough you know he means it.
“So tell me. What do you want?”
The last several months loop in your memories and you can recall each individual time you realized you may want Hyoga with little effort. He’s violent and mean, cold and crass but there’s something in the way he deals with you that screams “want” very loudly. You don’t have experience with men, at least not very much, but you know when you are desired.
Looking down at you, he realizes how easily he’s captured you but he’s the one who feels more like the fly stuck in your sticky honey. He flaps his wings, desperate for release, but only sinks deeper gazing into your eyes that are so full of desperation for him.
Chuckling, he takes advantage of the grip his fingers have on your chin and he lifts it upward slightly.
“So quiet all of a sudden. That’s unusual.”
You smirk and he raises a brow, wondering what you’re planning. Craning your neck, you push your body forward and your lips brush against his so faintly it could be mistaken for an illusion. He groans and leans in to kiss you again, still gripping your chin but letting his other hand fall to the small of your back to press your chest against his.
He hadn’t given much consideration to how truly weak and defenseless you would be against him until now, his single hand splaying across most of your lower back. He could destroy you.
The kiss ends as it began - wordlessly - and he looks down at you with the same glint in his eyes he has spent months trying to hide.
“Tell me what you want,” he insists and you decide to stop playing coy for a moment.
“What if I want you, Hyoga?”
It’s a possibility he has spent too many frustrating nights thinking about, pacing and fisting his cock to the memory of the breathy way you say his name after a long day of work.
He grins but it lacks the usual cruelty he’s so proud of.
“Then you need to know I only reward good behavior.”
Never one to back away from a challenge, the same irresistible little smirk comes across your face and he fights the urge to squeeze your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger. To make your smirk disappear and your lips pucker, eager to be met by him again but holding back seems like the most responsible option lest someone stumble upon the two of you.
“And who decides what’s good or bad?”
Now it’s his turn to smirk, an incredible show of power while nude and pressed against the body he has spent a borderline obscene amount of time thinking about.
“Me.”
Rolling your eyes, something Hyoga lets you know he doesn’t appreciate with a wag of your chin, you realize he’s serious. Whatever attitude you had drops and your face falls.
“The odds will always be stacked against me if you’re the one deciding them. You already tolerate me at best.”
Chuckling, he shakes his head and his half hard cock brushes against your inner thigh, sending another rush of pink to your cheeks. Blushing like the simple little thing that you are and giving him a headrush at the same time? You are truly a rare gift he has stumbled upon and he groans, rubbing the length against the soft skin beneath it.
“Does that seem like toleration to you?”
Wordlessly, you shake your head and he leans in to kiss you again. It’s as soft as the first time, the gentleness of his lips a contrast to his demeanor and you let yourself dream for a moment that he cares about you and doesn’t just want to fuck you into next week. It’s not like you can pretend it isn’t what you want as well, pressing your body against his and praying for little more of him with each passing second.
“Listen to me and I’ll give you everything you want, understand?”
Nodding pliantly, you wonder how well you will manage to adhere to his standards when your brain isn’t clouded with emotion and lust. You are into Hyoga against your better judgment and while it’s unclear exactly how he feels about you, at least you can both find common ground even if it’s just each other’s bodies. Cooperation and teamwork are how the new world will be run, after all.
“Let’s finish up and go back. They’re probably wondering why we’ve been gone so long.”
Dropping your chin and removing his knee, you whine and he shoots you something akin to a warning glance. Your flesh heats, the absence of his hand leaving behind a burning sensation, the opposite of his cool demeanor. He feels you looking at him, lathering soap between his palms once more to swipe down the rest of your body and part of you feels compelled to offer to do the same for him but he shakes his head when you reach for the soap.
“No.”
The word is a full sentence so you let him swipe his soapy hands across your arms, your breasts, between your legs. His finger brushes against the slickness between your folds and he chuckles, the confirmation he has been searching for dripping from you. His finger brushes against your clit and you whine once more, hips bucking into the pressure. The sensation is gone as quickly as it came and he cups water into his hands to pour it down your body, eyes watching every droplet as it sluices down your form.
You stand still as a statue and he wonders why he didn’t take the chance to do this sooner, cock jumping beneath the water. Satisfied with your cleanliness, he nods to instruct you to get out and contemplates how to best prolong your suffering, lathering up his palm again and putting a distance between the two of you. His hips rest above the water, proud cock standing tall and heavy, and he slowly starts to stroke himself.
“Let’s see how much self control you have,” he taunts from the other side of the spring, fisting his pretty cock while you look on. Your eyes are glued to his every move and he wonders why he ever pictured himself as the fly knowing you are the one who is truly trapped. He just needs to test how far he can push you, stroking again and letting a shaky groan rumble from his chest.
The sun falls the rest of the way and night arrives, Hyoga prepared to deal with whatever heat keeping you away from everyone this long will bring after he’s certain you fully understand the terms and conditions of his offer. He’s in charge here and you will do whatever he pleases, your lower lip tucked between your teeth and eyes glued to his fist.
Maybe this situation will be easier than he expected.
All my requests rn are SFW and I wanna write NSFW so I’m gonna put this out real quick then get on those!
Warnings: NSFW. Very suggestive. But nothing really happens a
Vague manga spoilers? Idk if I’d read this if you haven’t read the New America Arc or whatever it’s call lol.
“Very proper indeed.” You can tell below that mask, he was smiling. You’ve come to form some kind of bond with the untrustworthy man by now. And overtime, you trust in him more than you thought you would. After sparing with him, using the Kudayari technique he taught you and Mozu, he was looking at you with what you might call pride for how well you’ve done.
Once nightfalls, both of you are cleaning up a bit. And in retrospect, maybe together wasn’t the wisest idea ever. The thought didn’t cross your mind about the implication, but it crossed his. He didn’t figure you hadn’t planned to get him alone.
When you pull your shirt off, back facing him, his eyes cut towards you briefly. He wonders if you could possibly have simply meant to wash up and go back up. As naive as you are, in his eyes at least, he begins to think he’s correct about that.
“You’re strong, and you’re certainly not a meat brained idiot, but how naive can you be?” He suddenly asks, and when you turn to look at him confused, he’s wearing only that short skirt of his, not even the mask. You gulp, trying not to show how seeing his face makes you nervous suddenly.
“What? What do you mean?” You ask, genuinely as confused as can be as to why he suddenly sounds sinister almost. Though, that’s just the way he is, you don’t feel in danger, but you’re starting to wonder if you should. Are you just too trusting? Is that what he’s talking about?
“‘Let’s wash up together.’” He quotes you, smiling. His smile never fails to be off putting, yet somehow he looks sweet. Your face flushes as you realize. “You simply meant that as is, hmm? If I were one of those meat brains, I’d be thinking I’d be getting lucky down here. You should be more careful.”
Advice? Is he giving you advice for safety? Or is he trying to tell you he’s hoping for something?
“I didn’t think of it that way. Have you got a dirty mind?” You raise an eyebrow. He scowls, clearly unimpressed with the teasing.
“Be careful with that mouth of yours.” He warns, eyes narrowed at you.
“Or what?” You ask faster than your brain could think to stop you. You gulp as he steps closer. He doesn’t reply, instead he places a hand on your waist, pulling you closer. His lips meet yours a bit harsher than you were ready for, but you don’t fight him on it. In fact, you kiss back eagerly within mere seconds.
His lips are full and soft against yours as his long, skinny hands grab at the skin on your hips, pulling you against him. His tongue pokes at your lips until you give way for him to explore your mouth. You take a moment to enjoy his taste in the heat of the moment, before he pulls away. He trails kisses down to your neck, leaving marks in his wake.
The situation heats up rapidly and his hands begin to work the rest of your garments off. Before he can get your underwear off, you place your hands over his to stop him. His eyes dart to yours quickly.
“Don’t want to now?” He asks, and his voice almost sounds softer than before.
“No, no, but somebody can walk in on us…” You mutter looking around nervously.
“They’ll get the hint to leave quickly.” He smirks, hands playing with the hem of your underwear. You lean into his touch, but your nerves still rack your brain until he decides to try to pull away. “If you can’t make up your min—”
“Wait, please.” You grab his arm, keeping him in place.
“Hmm?” Then the last of your garments hit the floor, his as well.
Kinda soft! Hyoga bc I can. I hc he’d be mfing WHIPPED if he was with somebody, but he’d never show it (on purpose, it slips)
Hours of walking might be light work for a man like Hyoga, but it wasn’t such a breeze to you. Your feet ache from the hard ground. Your sandals, from lack of good material, have rubbed up against your skin to the point of bloody blisters. Your back hurts from carrying a bag full of things Senku wanted you to transport back to the village.
After almost a full day of nonstop walking across the island, you and Hyoga stumble upon a hot spring. He doesn’t look the least bit interested, continuing on at the same pace, but you come to a screeching halt. Your hands on your knees, panting for breath from the humid air and hot sun of Japan.
“Hyoga, can we stop for a moment?” You heave out before looking up at him.
He hums, looking back at you. Not being straight up ignored was enough proof he was considering it.
“We have plenty of time? We’re running ahead of schedule.” You give him a look, hoping that’ll help push your usually cold boyfriend towards getting in a hot spring with you, or at least letting you get in.
“I’m aware of that.” He says simply, turning towards you. You go to say another word, but he’s already pulling off his cloak. You nod, and turn away from him to take your clothes off too before slipping in the hot spring. Hyoga isn’t the type of guy to be bothered with separating the hot spring for respect of either of your privacy.
You, on the other hand, are starting to think the hot water isn’t the only reason you’re feeling hot.
“Ahh, my muscles and joints already feel soooo much better.” You sigh, closing your eyes. “I don’t know why Senku had only the two of us go…”
“We’re capable.” Hyoga hums. You nod quickly, humming back.
“Yes, you more than I.”
“You know the way better.” He smiles and your heart stops for a second. The smile doesn’t look snarky or mocking this time. It doesn’t matter if he’s smiled like that to you before, it never stops shocking you to your core. You two don’t get much alone time, and even then he’s rarely affectionate. He’d never smile like that to or in front of anyone else, so this is a rare sight.
“I suppose I do know it quite well.” You finally speak up, pulling your knees up to your chest, smiling.
“Don’t get sappy.” He scowls a bit, causing you to laugh a bit louder than you mean to. He grumbles at that. “We should get going.” He stands to leave, and you react quickly by grabbing his wrist.
“We have plenty of time… Hyo.” The sight of his sculpted body seems to put an influence on your tone of voice, putting an emphasis on an implication you never meant to be there. Yet, you realize now, maybe you are a bit frustrated from the lack of intimacy you two have had in a while.
“Oh?” He smirks, hand moving under your chin, and flicking it up with his thumb so you’ll look up at his face, not wherever else you were looking. “And what are you suggesting we use this time for?”
“It’s been a while…” You say softly, gulping because you know he’s got you right where he wants you.
“Yes… and you have such a pretty mouth.” His eyes open a bit wider now, looking down at you. You can finally see his pupils as they bore down into your face. His thumb swipes over your lips as he steps closer, and you know what he wants to do with your “pretty mouth.”
“I can think of a way you can use it that isn’t running it.” He pushes his thumb between your lips, brushing it over the tip of your tongue. You can taste him on your tongue now. He retracts his thumb just as quickly as he inserted it, replacing it with the tip of his cock. His hands find your hair, tugging it back while his thumb coaxes your mouth open for him.
He looks down at you, wordlessly telling you to take it from here. You gulp before taking him into your mouth slowly, hands wrapping around the base. Your tongue flicks over the tip and head before you begin to bob your head.
He’s dead silent, staring down at you. It almost feels like you have no effect on him, not until he’s about to cum. His eyes widen a bit, and the way he looks at you almost softens. Suddenly, your cold boyfriend looks like a lovesick puppy. He’d never admit it, but he’s so lovesick over you. Everything about him seems more gentle when he’s about to cum.
And after, for a moment, he looks at you with a soft expression as he catches his breath. He won’t say it out loud, but his eyes told you he loves you.
Since I know my baby loves Kylo Ren, let’s do smut prompt 33 “Oh, can you feel this?”
Inappropriate Use of the Force
Kylo Ren X Reader
Yes bb I DO love Kylo teehee. Just look at him! The hair, the eyebrows, all of it. Can't get enough haha. Thank you for the prompt <3 This also means that I've now officially written one prompt for each blorbo! Yay!
Tags/Warnings: NSFW, smut, p in v creampie, literal inappropriate use of the Force
Word Count: 486
“Yes, just like that.” Kylo groaned, fucking into your mouth.
You gagged over his large cock, feeling the girth stretching your lips. You held on to his hips for stability, gripping tightly. He was guiding you, hand on the side of your head. He brushed your cheek with his thumb softly. No matter how cruel he could be, he had a way of making you feel like you were the only thing that mattered in the whole galaxy.
You reached down between your legs, feeling your own arousal becoming unbearable. You plunged your fingers deep into your slick cunt, sliding them over your walls. Kylo looked down at you and smirked.
“What a desperate, needy little thing you are.” He cooed, never stopping his churning into your throat.
You saw his free hand start moving very slightly. You suddenly felt your hands, against their will, pinned behind your back firmly. You groaned over his length.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get what you need.” He was still carrying an air of amusement in his tone, “can you feel this?”
He continued shifting his fingers, and very quickly you felt something invisible and phallic filling your soaking wet channel. You pulled your mouth off his cock, expelling a loud moan into the room before he forced you back over it.
“Oh yes, it looks like you can.”
You were making a slew of primal sounds while you continued pleasing him. He continued moving the unseen cock deep inside of you, sliding it over your walls. You felt something else, another invisible Force snaking up your inner thigh and circling around your clit.
You squealed around his shaft, forcing a barely audible moan from his lips. Of course this would drive him crazy, seeing you, a completely muffled and moaning mess by his hand. It was an odd, but indescribably wonderful sensation to have your hole filled and clitoris flicked over while sucking Kylo Ren’s thick cock.
“Are you satisfied now?” He asked, exhaling sharply while you continued gagging over him.
All you could do was make an incoherent noise of approval while he kept going. At this rate, you weren’t going to last much longer, and by the way his cock was getting harder, you could tell he was close too. Within just moments, he was coming down your throat in thick, hot spurts.
He released your head, and you fell back to the ground, a moaning, wet mess while the invisible cock continued fucking you through your own orgasm. You had to scream, begging him to release you as you squirmed from oversensitivity until finally he let you go, collapsing into a heap on the floor.
He walked over and stood next to you, towering.
“Go clean yourself up, unless you want to meet with the Supreme Council looking like that?” One of his eyebrows quirked upward at the thought.
summary: Kylo had something you needed… just like he always did. So you found yourself sneaking around Starkiller Base for the satisfaction of your urges.
a/n: holy shit- can i just say thank you for all the interaction i’ve been getting on my fics-?? i’m genuinely floored, i was just writing and posting these for my own self-indulgence but it means literally so much that you guys have been enjoying them omg. since you enjoyed kylo so much last time heres a small lil smut in means of my appreciation <3
What the fuck were you doing?!
You rushed down the halls ducking around corners, peering for a sign of any wanderers on Starkiller Base. You were terrified of being caught, but your impulse to sneak out of your quarters and into the Commander’s came strong and suddenly.
Metallic footprints drew closer in front of you, eliciting a gasp from your throat which you quickly entrapped with the clasp of your hand as you ducked into an unseen corner. The footsteps neared– then faded, finally vanishing as you watched the Stormtrooper disappear from sight.
That was fucking close… so why were you doing this again?
Your urges got the best of you, and now you were creeping around the base because it was well into the late hours of the night– or arguably the early hours of the morning, and Kylo had something you needed… just like he always did.
You waited around the corner for another couple seconds to make sure no one else would come around, and to your relief the halls were void, so you continued on your journey to the Commander’s chambers.
As you walked you scrutinized yourself, questioning how you’d fallen into the face of this predicament in the first place. You were a meer engineer, assigned to working on ships that flew in and out of the base.
You recalled your first meeting with Kylo Ren, and how he immediately captivated and terrified you– and he of course knew, and played into. Somehow this thing had bloomed between you two, and you weren’t particularly interested in snuffing out its flame any time soon.
After a while of stalking around with your guard up to not be caught, you reached his door.
Glancing over your shoulders for any wanderers, you cursed yourself– no one was permitted in Kylo’s quarters without his direct permission, of course the halls would be void.
You shook your head and quickly inputted the code to his lock system, listening to the metal doors reluctantly squeal open only seconds later.
Dipping inside you peered around, his neat and orderly chambers were dark, and your eyes found his bed– found him, sleeping on one side.
You watched the doors close behind you as you slipped off your shoes, leaving them in the doorway. Slowly you crept through his room, approaching his bed. As you drew nearer you pulled your top over your head before crawling in next to him.
Your heart thumped wildly in your chest. Kylo was unpredictable– you had no way of knowing if he would be pleased with your appearance, or if he’d Force-throw you out of his chambers. Sure, he’d granted you permission to his quarters, under the premise he was in them, but how would he react to you waking him up?
Swallowing down your nerves, you gently caressed his cheek with your finger, which made him inhale deeply and stir despite still being asleep.
Taking hold of his cheek you led his lips to yours, kissing him. When his lips met your own his eyes fluttered open slowly. At first his kiss was confused but it rather quickly grew hot and rough.
Without tearing your mouth from his you gently pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him. He pulled away only for a moment, just to take you in– and he smirked before pulling your face into his and kissing you hungrily.
His tongue twisted fervidly with yours, hot, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses and soft sounds of already growing pleasure leaked from your lips. When he pulled back again, his plush pink lips glistened with the mix of your saliva.
“I missed this.” he growled and warmth developed as you felt him grow hard beneath you.
His kisses trailed from your lips down your jawline before they landed on your neck, sucking and nibbling at your skin.
A moan escaped from your throat despite trying to suppress it by clenching your teeth to your lip. You pulled away from him and lowered yourself to his abdomen, kissing his exposed stomach and upper pelvis.
Your eyes looked up pleadingly as you pulled down his boxers, and he only hummed in response.
You licked your lips, building up wetness in your mouth as you took him in your hand, gently placing a kiss to his tip.
Despite barely touching him, you knew how much he missed you by the bead of precum already dripping from him.
Running your tongue along his base, you then placed him in your mouth, drawing in your cheeks and sucking at his length until you pulled a groan from his throat.
He instinctively grabbed the back of your head, pushing himself deeper into your mouth, and making you gag lightly on his cock.
You looked up, watching as he smirked. “Good girl.” he cooed.
You caressed his skin as you swallowed him. “Fuck…” he let his dark waves crash against his pillow as he threw his head back. His brow furrowed lightly as his eyes fluttered shut. One of his hands still gripped your head while the other folded behind his own head.
He looked incredible like this, the blinking stars gently illuminating him in a soft glow from the window positioned behind his bed. The muscles in his arms rippling as he let himself enjoy what you had to offer him, the sight of him quickly reminded you of why you risked coming to his quarters in the first place.
His pleasure made you eager to keep going, and the arousal flooding between your own legs was increasingly difficult to ignore. You couldn’t wait any longer to have him as you slipped off of him and stripped yourself of the rest of your clothing, leaving yourself bare for him.
You ignored the warmth that flooded to your cheeks as he looked you over, his stature relaxed with his arm still casually placed behind his head.
You pulled at his boxers, removing them from his legs before disregarding them to the floor with your clothes. Crawling back on top of him you took him once more in your hand as you led him inside you.
Although this was farthest from your first time with Kylo, you would never be prepared for his size.
Your mouth gaped as he entered you, squirming atop him as you worked to adjust to his size as he split you to the seam. He only chuckled as he watched you, but after a few moments you began riding him, dragging your hips against his.
He moaned as you lowered yourself further onto him, his cock delving deeper into you. His arms wrapped around your frame and flipped you onto your back.
He leveled himself up by placing one hand on the bed beside your head as the other gripped harshly at your throat. A soft gasp managed to escape from your slack lips and he loosened his grip– just slightly.
His own impatience took over as he pushed into you, not holding back. You whimpered at the sudden force and reached up for his arm clamped around your neck for something to hold onto.
He smirked, shaking your hands off of him as he quickly caught them with both of his own and pinned them above your head before kissing you deeply and with need.
He withdrew himself only to thrust back in, creating a pattern as he did so. His pace quickened as he swapped your pinned wrists to one hand, letting his now free hand find your chest, kneading and toying with your breasts. His thumb flicked at your bud making you mewl out again.
You wiggled out of his grip, which he let you, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling his body closer to you.
He pounded into you faster, then slower, then harder– all rather quickly. His cock stroked your walls, cockhead prodding against that sweet spot that made your stomach churn in the best possible way.
“Fuck... Ah- Kylo-” you groaned as you felt him pummeling against your core, tangling your legs around his waist. Your moans only continued to please him, proud of himself at how easily he could make you moan for him. He seized a handful of your hair into his fist and tugged slightly.
Wrapping your arms around his broad back you pulled him deeper into you, and he didn’t hold back. He rocked his body back and forth with yours, you both synced in sin.
The only sounds that filled the room were Kylo’s stuttered breaths, your moans, and the obscene sounds of skin slapping skin.
He grabbed for your throat and pulled you into a steamy kiss, his tongue pushing past your teeth before dancing with yours.
With every thrust inside you, you could feel yourself growing tighter as your walls clenched together, holding back euphoria.
“Sh-shit- Kylo…” you mewled rather pathetically.
In a hushed tone he growled, “Beg.”
He fucked deeper into you than you thought was possible by now. “Kylo please I-” your words were cut off by a moan that was pulled from your throat at a particularly hasty thrust. You didn’t know how much longer you could take.
“I said beg, slut.” he growled again.
He could feel you drawing you in, your walls growing claustrophobic around him, and he knew you were close, so he kept going.
Quickening his pace, he placed your chin in his hand making you look at him while you pleaded.
He glared into your eyes, then let his gaze drift to your perfectly parted lips as he mouthed the word “Beg” once more.
Giving out you finally cried, “Please! Let me cum, Kylo-!” your mouth gaped, words straining out. Your eyes were barely open but remained locked on his.
Kylo let his tongue dart past his own slightly parted lips, wetting them as he stared down at you, desperate and begging.
He knew you didn’t have long before you had reached your limit, whether he wanted to deprive you of that or not, so he let you have it.
“Good girl.” He hunched over so his lips just barely touched your ear as he whispered, “Now cum for me.”
He himself didn’t have much longer with the way your velveteen walls stroked him with every buck of his hips. His pace was frantic as he slammed into you, watching the way your brows knit and you panted and moaned past your lips.
His lips trailed down your neck, leaving bites and kisses as he made his way to your collarbone– the cherry on top. You clung to him as you tightened around him, reaching your high in a pathetic array of moans.
Your vision faded out and shockwaves of electricity bolted through your nerves as you came around him, your walls milking him deliciously. He let out a groan of his own as his head lolled forward and he gripped your hips, pulling you down onto his cock.
With a final groan you felt your cunt flood with warmth as he came inside you, still driving his hips into yours.
His movements slowed, then stilled, and he pulled out of you with a grunt before laying down beside you. He pulled you close and coddled you through your finish. Your knees were lightly trembling which brought a smile to his face.
You buried your face into his chest as he let his fingers caress your skin before planting a kiss on your forehead, making your heart thump against your ribcage.
“Such a good girl.” he purred before placing a gentle kiss on your lips, “My good girl.”
Your face grew hot. The tone of his voice and his words alone made your heart skip a beat.
do you think i could request a kylo ren x reader smut, please? whatever happens is up to you but something filthy would be great, very dominant kylo please <3
bonus points if the reader is a lil bit of a brat and forced into submission (only if you're comfy with it).
(p.s. no rush. take your time <3)
spit it out
kylo ren x reader
synopsis: your disobedience earns you a punishment
his body weight was crushing you with every thrust. you stifled a moan as he bottomed out, his balls smacking against your ass as you struggled to breathe. you gripped at the sheets under you and heaved for a breathe, but kylo was relentless. he had been controlling your breathes, using the force to choke you as he wanted.
you had cum at least twice already, reluctantly as you refused to give him the satisfaction. but kylo knew what you were trying to do, pissing him off was only hurting you more.
he gripped your legs, shuddering as you squeezed your cunt around his length. “fuck-“ he grunted, and continued to drill into you.
you looked at him, teeth gnashing as he moved to grab at your jaw. he held you tightly, “cum. cum!” he yelled, but your refusal was evident.
you let your eyes roll back into your head as you ignored the knot in your belly. he felt so fucking good inside of you, you wanted to cum, wanted to feel him inside of you while you skyrocketed into pleasure, but you refused.
kylo had overlooked you for a mission, instead letting a group of young stormtroopers go instead. you had been unable to contain your anger and yelled at him in front of his crew, in front of general hux. the embarrassment alone had earned you a spanking. but your attitude had earned you a place under him, struggling to breathe and stuffed with cum.
he smacked the flesh of your ass for encouragement, “fucking cum!” his words echoed in your mind and you contemplated letting go, giving him what he wanted. but kylo did not give you what you wanted, and refused to explain himself to you.
you ignored him and felt the air constrict in your lungs, “the stormtroopers i sent will die. it’s a deadly mission, you think i wanted you on that?” he looked down at you, breathing heavily as his hand moved down to your clit.
he thrusted at an angle, focusing the force on choking you, “you didn’t think about that, you dumb fucking baby.” he insulted you and smacked your ass again.
you felt the pressure release off your throat and you heaved for a breath. you felt tears prick at your eyes as his hand brought you to your orgasm. as much as you wanted to keep being stubborn and upset, there was truth in his words. of course he would not let you die, and you were dumb to think he would.
you reached out to grip his arm, moaning loudly as he made you cum.
kylo settled back for a moment, watching you shudder as the pleasure washed over you. as your defeat lingered, kylo got on top of you again, “we are not done.” he whispered, thrusting into you suddenly.
do you think i could request a kylo ren x reader smut, please? whatever happens is up to you but something filthy would be great, very dominant kylo please <3
bonus points if the reader is a lil bit of a brat and forced into submission (only if you're comfy with it).
(p.s. no rush. take your time <3)
spit it out
kylo ren x reader
synopsis: your disobedience earns you a punishment
his body weight was crushing you with every thrust. you stifled a moan as he bottomed out, his balls smacking against your ass as you struggled to breathe. you gripped at the sheets under you and heaved for a breathe, but kylo was relentless. he had been controlling your breathes, using the force to choke you as he wanted.
you had cum at least twice already, reluctantly as you refused to give him the satisfaction. but kylo knew what you were trying to do, pissing him off was only hurting you more.
he gripped your legs, shuddering as you squeezed your cunt around his length. “fuck-“ he grunted, and continued to drill into you.
you looked at him, teeth gnashing as he moved to grab at your jaw. he held you tightly, “cum. cum!” he yelled, but your refusal was evident.
you let your eyes roll back into your head as you ignored the knot in your belly. he felt so fucking good inside of you, you wanted to cum, wanted to feel him inside of you while you skyrocketed into pleasure, but you refused.
kylo had overlooked you for a mission, instead letting a group of young stormtroopers go instead. you had been unable to contain your anger and yelled at him in front of his crew, in front of general hux. the embarrassment alone had earned you a spanking. but your attitude had earned you a place under him, struggling to breathe and stuffed with cum.
he smacked the flesh of your ass for encouragement, “fucking cum!” his words echoed in your mind and you contemplated letting go, giving him what he wanted. but kylo did not give you what you wanted, and refused to explain himself to you.
you ignored him and felt the air constrict in your lungs, “the stormtroopers i sent will die. it’s a deadly mission, you think i wanted you on that?” he looked down at you, breathing heavily as his hand moved down to your clit.
he thrusted at an angle, focusing the force on choking you, “you didn’t think about that, you dumb fucking baby.” he insulted you and smacked your ass again.
you felt the pressure release off your throat and you heaved for a breath. you felt tears prick at your eyes as his hand brought you to your orgasm. as much as you wanted to keep being stubborn and upset, there was truth in his words. of course he would not let you die, and you were dumb to think he would.
you reached out to grip his arm, moaning loudly as he made you cum.
kylo settled back for a moment, watching you shudder as the pleasure washed over you. as your defeat lingered, kylo got on top of you again, “we are not done.” he whispered, thrusting into you suddenly.
This short story includes NSFW headcannons and SFW
There's a bit of angst
~ He's possessive, very. If you think you can just have a conversation with general Hux like a normal person you're sadly mistaken
~ He towers over you
~ he always has his hands on you, your thighs, around your shoulder, your hand resting in his. I feel like he needs that extra reminder that you're here with him
~ Kylo won't show public affection, if you're being stared down by a certain stormtrooper he'll take pursuit but if it's just holding hands in public it's kind of a big no no
~ he has scars everywhere, his chest, back of his thighs, knees, everywhere. When you first ran your hands over them he was embarrassed and confused, but now he knows it's just a form of you showing your affection for him
~ if you're arguing he won't say sorry first when you first get together. It takes him time to understand how to work together in a relationship
~ little glances from under his helmet, no one can see where his eyes are going.. including you
~ his dark secret is he loves when you play with his thick black hair, it lulls him to sleep
~ Kylo really has beautiful hair, that's the only way to explain it. The way it swings while lightsaber training, how it falls on his pillow during sleep, it fluffs up sometimes and when it does...oh my god
~you're the only person allowed to call him Ben
~you told him he was pretty in the first month or so you were together and he got confused
~there was a time when you got jealous of Rey and the attention she was getting and Kylo had to remind you that he only wants you
~his gorgeous full lips, they feel so good everywhere
•NSFW•
~ I think that he can be pretty sensual during sex
~please tell him he's doing good
~his voice is just so pretty he doesn't moan often but when he does it's like a little surprise for you
~call him sir if he's feeling dominant, if it's slow sensual call him Ben
~mask on during dominant sex-
~I shouldn't even be saying this because it's so obvious but size kink HUGE size kink. Everything about him is big, dick, height, muscles, hands. If you express how you like how big he is he puts it to action in the bedroom
~I think he's really good at eating pussy (big noses😩)
~you couldn't fit him all the way in the first time
~use your pointer finger and thumb to rub his tip
~his tip is definitely a red shade. His cock gives off angry vibes
~this man's sex drive is insane, same with stamina
~Hux walked in one time and Kylo just kept thrusting harder, maybe it was to make Hux jealous, or maybe because he just doesn't care whose watching
The velvet rope around your wrists that had previously caused you pain; their fibers burning into your skin with each writhe of your body, seem to keep you grounded, now, somehow, as Law maintains a bruising grip on your hips, pummeling his length into your needy cunt.
His brutal pace and ever-tightening grip are almost too much to bear, and you find yourself slipping away to find solace beneath your eyelids; they're screwed shut, stars dancing beneath them and erupting into sparks with each vicious bump of his tip to your cervix.
“You’re good, yeah?” his tone is gentle but authoritative; not even wanting to give you a taste of something he knew you couldn't handle--power, control.
The sound of his voice is persuasive, pulling you back in. You rejoin the shared embrace to find yourself a desperate, shaking mess beneath him, completely at mercy to Trafalgar Law and his beloved red rope.
Law regularly walks the thin line that stretches between unyielding dominance and genuine concern; constantly teetering between intimidating sternness and unapologetic affection.
The way he fucks is no different; tightroping the fragile barrier between rearranging your insides and passionately loving you, telling you what a slut you are, and cooing sweet nothings into your ears.
You found yourself this way; panting, coated in sweat, tears spilling down your flushed cheeks as Law fucks you mercilessly, as a direct result of your relentless bratiness. You had recently taken an interest in pushing your Captain's buttons, testing the waters to see how much you coud get away with before he finally snapped.
And here he was, above you, railing you barbarically, having snapped to the point of no return.
You knew he wouldn't stop until the brashness of his thrusts filled your skull with thoughts of nothing but him and his gifted cock; beating into you the friendly reminder that he was in charge.
And today, he opted to reassert his authority with an object you had become quite familiar with; a lengthy strand of crimson velvet rope.
He has you on your back with your arms above your head, bound together at your wrists, fastened to the headboard.
He’s manuevered your legs to dangle over his shoulders so he can get as deep as possible, grunting as he inches his lengthy cock further into you.
You’re flustered and squirming beneath him as he continues to bully the soft, tight walls of your cunt. The rope begins to grow loose as the result of your frantic movements, and you make a pathetic attempt to free your hands, but Law’s already one step ahead of you--like he always is-- and quickly grasps onto your sore wrists.
“Pitiful” he tsks, halting the heaves of his hips for just a moment to retie your hands.
“Lawww,” you whine weakly, throwing your head back to let out a shaky, meek moan.
“Come on, baby” he purrs, leaning down to lick along the shell of your flushed ear, “You know I'll make it worth it.”
You refrain from protesting, merely whimpering in acknowledgment, fully aware that victory in this argument is an unattainable feat.
He begins again, flooding your head with warmth as the feeling of his thick cock stretching out your insides commences.
He’s groaning, unusually vocal tonight, wanting to instill in you the severity of this punishment by immediately resuming his rough, hectic pace, without giving you time to adjust again.
“L-Law-!” you moan again, this noise more of a scream, coming from deep within your chest.
“Listen to yourself, y/n,” he groans, shaking his head in mock disappointment, “As if you didn’t beg me to do this.”
“M-mm, fuck!” you cry out, mustering the strength to open your eyes and look at his smug face while he pounds you into the mattress.
“Did you really think that shameful behavior would go unnoticed, brat?” he teases through clenched teeth, undertones of both arrogance and arousal evident in his tone.
Even if you wanted to respond, the way he has your body jolting with each harsh thrust makes it essentially impossible; only weak murmurs and sad excuses for words escaping from your slack jaw.
“What was that?” a smirk pulls at his lips again as he gazes down at your fucked-out face, “Use your words, sweetheart.”
He knows he’s already fucking you so well you can barely form coherent thoughts, but he’s a determined bastard, as is his custom, always in pursuit of new ways to turn you to mush.
He takes the opportunity to move a hand down, slender fingers suddenly rubbing tight, lazy circles into your swollen clit as he continues to force his cock into you.
“F-Fuck, Law-!” a breathy moan erupts from your chest at the overwhelming sensation, your legs beginning to tremble as they hang over your captain’s strong shoulders.
“Oh,” he purrs, biting his bottom lip smugly as he gazes down at you, “So she does speak”
“Mm-mhmm,” you whine, voice trembling as you gaze up at the confident man above you.
The unbelievable sensation of his thick cock re-shaping your pulsing walls, his blunt tip kissing your cervix with each pass, coupled with the feeling of his balls slapping against your spent hole and his skilled fingers on your clit has you deliciously overstimulated. You sense yourself nearing the threshold of your rapidly approaching orgasm, but right before you can reach it, Law pulls out of you, making quick work of untying your wrists.
You hiss and whine needily at the sudden loss, “Lawww…” you whine shamelessly, “Why did you stopppp?”
He gives no explanation, just smirks and grabs your hips, swiftly flipping you onto your stomach.
“Arch your back for me, baby,” he instructs, and you oblige immediately, having been conditioned well by your power-hungry captain, knowing never to disobey his commands.
Right as you comply, Law slides a strong, tattooed arm beneath you, holding your butt up by your pelvis.
He wastes no time in promptly positioning his cock back at your needy entrance, intruding again without warning.
“A-Ah, L-Law-!” you cry out at the feeling of his thick tip re-entering you unexpectedly.
“Tell me, y/n,” he begins, tilting his head down to groan in your ear, making your back lie flush with his inked chest, “Tell me how badly you wanted this, how badly you needed this.”
“L-Law…” you whimper weakly at the obscenity of his words, blood flooding into your cheeks.
He pulls his hips back before thrusting back into you, hard.
The abrupt intrusion prompts a scream to escape from your throat, but Law stays still, now fully engulfed within your tight, fluttering walls.
You feel his cock twitch inside you as he remains unmoving, “Tell me, or I won’t move,” he threatens.
The fear of not reaching your orgasm overpowers the fear of admitting defeat by a landslide, so you give in, arching your back at a more extreme angle to receive any sort of stimulation.
“I-I behaved like that,” you begin, letting out a cry as Law’s free hand finds itself in your hair, yanking the strands sternly so you look back at him.
“Yeah? Tell me, y/n,” he growls, hips remaining still as he pulses within you, determined to earn the confession from your mouth.
“‘C-Cause,” you whine, desperately attempting to grind your hips against his, “‘Cause I w-wanted you to f-fuck me like th-this.”
His grip tightens in your hair and the arm that’s beneath you squeezes at your waist,
“Fuck you like what, y/n?”
The blood that’s flushed in your cheeks rises in temperature as he unapologetically digs and pries the admission from within the recesses of your being.
“L-Like the b-brat I am,” you whimper pitifully, admitting inevitable defeat.
You can’t see his face as he’s behind you, but his tone is telling enough, and you know he’s smirking, having finally gotten what he so desperately craved.
“Good girl,” he praises, letting his hand fall from your hair to rest reassuringly on the small of your back, “Now you can cum.”
His hips start again; the unmistakable, lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room once more, “So good for me, sweetheart,” he groans, “So fucking good.”
His cock twitches as he continues to pound into your spent pussy, rapidly nearing his own peak with every thrust, your insides sucking him in so tightly that it’s impossible to hold back.
You’re crying now, nearly sobbing from the overstimulation, writhing and shaking beneath your captain as the pace of his hips never falters.
“Stay still for me, honey,” he instructs kindly, finally spilling over into that affectionate side of himself that always inevitably emerged.
“M-mm! Law, p-please!” you moan needily, desperate to indulge in that previously forbidden slice of heaven that you had only just tasted.
You abandon all dignity, shamelessly begging your captain to let you orgasm, “I-I’m so close, Law, please”
His grip on your hip tightens and his thrusts begin to grow disheveled and sloppy, nearing his edge in time with you.
“Cum for me,” he groans, his breaths heavy as they fall on your nape,
(My connection is really bad let's try this again lol 😅)
(Cover art not mine!)
The way he kissed you was unlike anything you ever felt. It was so needy it was almost amusing to see the God that rejects greed of anything, act like this. Except it was for a bigger reason than lust.
This may be the last time you would feel his fingers pressing into you, nails scratching your body, and his lips, oh his lips a mix of gentleness and forcefulness that made you struggle to catch your breath. He pulled his head back and kissed your neck and around your collarbone. The aching feeling you felt to be taken by him was far more intense than it ever had been. You squeezed his back hard to show how much you liked what he was doing to you. He kept moving you backwards until your back was against the wall and his body pressed against you.
There was not much else you could feel besides his body, skin hot with adrenaline, moving against you. You grabbed at his soft hair and found his lips again with your eyes closed. Eagerly he pushed your head against the wall with his kiss and dug his nails into your sides giving you a chilling shock feeling as it travelled through your body.
He kissed your neck again, changing from your ear to your collarbone and you revelled in every second. Every lick, bite, and squeeze.
His skin was starting to sweat as was yours. You licked at his neck near his ear, feeling his body tense up, tasting the slight saltiness. You gently closed your mouth over his neck and his head came up in a sharp gasp.
He pulled away and you both slowly undressed. You watched each other and made sure not to forget what any part of the other's body looked like.
He came back to you after you finished and was pushing you into the door again. His skin was much softer than his clothes, but the muscle felt harder than stone.
He ground his hips into you trying to get you more and more aroused if that was possible. Your legs felt weaker and after sliding against the wall a bit, his strong, large biceps hoisted you up and laid you down on the bed.
Mounting you he stared down at your body for a moment.
He stroked your skin wanting to feel every bit of the silky texture. Never wanting to forget. His fingers left a cooler sensation on your body in contrast to the fire raging inside you. You stared into his beautiful eyes and touched his body the way he did to you.
Your body was aching so much for the relief and your mind for the connection. The squeezing pressure in your stomach and between your legs was enough to drive anyone crazy.
Though you liked the intimate moment, your body needed to be ravaged with a power and passion the way you have never seen or felt. You needed to be filled and the rest of your body toyed with while your hands worked their own magic.
You needed him and you needed him now. To show your impatience you shifted your hips attempting any sort of friction.
He smiled down at you and during a loving kiss, pushed his muscular thigh in between your to seperate them.
He ground his thigh into you teasing you a bit before the impatience grabbed a hold of him too. Faster than your mind could register he had your thighs pried open and his cock, hot with arousal, entered you with a ferocity of wild animals. He groaned into your neck hotly thrusting into you like it was his first time.
Your body needed him so much the mere entry made you cry out as the relief was so great. Your walls contracted and released around him every time he re-entered you. Hands were everywhere gripping at anything possible. His hands slid down to grip your thighs, leaving a pleasurable, not yet painful feeling in the soft flesh. Lips when not connected found necks, shoulders, chests, collarbones, any patch of skin possible.
Buddha wasn't generally one to be so ravenous, occasionally when you both needed the relief. He was always dominant but not so rough. He wanted to give you as much pleasure as his body could give you to remember forever in case he could never please you again. He thrusted into you as hard as could the noises that tore themselves from your throat pushing him to continue. You scraped your fingers down his back, his grunts and hiss turning you on more. His hard chest muscles felt nice quickly pushing against your breasts. You felt his thigh muscles tense and knew he was coming to an end. You felt it coming. A subtle pressure building up that was gradually getting stronger.
His hips grinding into your clit and his cock ravaging your insides was beyond describing. Harder he pushed, squeezing your sides.
Your breath hitched as you felt yourself go over, the scream coming from your mouth made Buddha tense once more, the hot feeling of his semen entering you was blissful. He pounded harder to finish you both off. Your walls pulated around his cock making your mind go blank and your moans constant. Like a beast he was done and rested his weight on your soft body. The feeling of his cock, still rather hard, stretching you out made you exhausted. And for a while you laid there. No one mattered. No one in the entire universe. You were his and he was yours. That was what mattered. No one would ever see either of you in this state. It was your gift. A few Gods hit on you and more than enough hit on Buddha. But you both loved only each other and had a faithfulness Hera was envious of. He moved off of you, you arched your back as he slid out of you. He sat up against the headboard and you crawled in his lap. He held you, you both kissed softly once again returning to a more soft intimate moment after that intense session. You laid against his shoulder and closed your eyes. His heartbeat is the sound you love the most. The most comfort he could ever give you.
The love you felt for this man was uncomparable to anyone else.
A/N: holy fuck I was struggling to write this for a few weeks, I was just so embarrassed. Definitely a kink of mine. My face even turned red AND IM TOO BLACK TO TURN RED MAN. Anyways, enjoy this incredibly self indulgent piece. I’m probably going to make a women’s version bc- YMIR WOULD- okay okay cjdkddjd.
He’s just viciously pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy while you’re sitting in his lap.
He didn’t notice anything different except for how you went from loud moans to desperate gasps.
And how you were practically soaking his hand
He commented on how you were trembling so much around him, he only figured he was just hitting all the right spots.
And he was
He knew you were obviously close, so he decided to end things by focusing on rubbing the pads of his fingers against your g-spot.
He expected the scream you let out
But not the hot liquid that shot from your cute cunt and sprayed all over his shirt and pants.
“What the fuck just happened?”
“Nn- s-squirted… Eren…”
Oh god, he made you do that? He couldn’t stop staring at you, his cock was so hard, you could see it pulsing through the fabric.
He’s making you do that again, that was amazing.
Armin Arlert
This fucker knows what he’s doing
You’ve has sex before, but as soon as he discovers what squirting is, he’s on a MISSION
Purposely seeks you out.
Bends you over whatever surface is available, pulls your pants and panties right off of your hips so it gathers at your ankles
Only pauses to look at you
“I wanted to try something, can we experiment? 🥺”
Yeah, of course, you’re already wet, there’s no going back.
This cute blonde gives you oral until you’ve cum at least three times.
Then he shoves his cock into your pussy and fucks you until you basically can’t cum anymore.
Then he pulls out the big guns and fingers you from behind even though you’re so positive you can’t possibly have another orgasm
But you do, because he hits you in all the right spots
And that final orgasm has you spraying all of your juices on his hand, the floor, anywhere it can fall.
“There we go, I got exactly what I wanted.”
Such a little asshole, but you’re too tired to tell it to his face.
Jean Kirschtein
Just like Eren, he is also confused when he sees you do it for the first time.
He has you on your back with your legs right above your head, his cock plowing into that sweet hole of yours mercilessly.
It’s not new, he’s done this times before.
But it’s the way he’s got a hand around your neck
And he’s calling you his good little princess slut.
It’s got you clamping around him, not gonna lie.
The head of his dick is constantly kissing your cervix, making your head spin
You’re begging for him to slow down, go easy, SOMETHING
You don’t know what’s happening, but you know you’re going to cum hard
“J-Jean please, I-I’m gonna c-cum!”
“Do it then, I’m going to keep fucking you sweetheart.”
He aids your orgasm by rubbing circles around your swollen clit
That simple gesture has you gushing like a fountain.
He stops to watch, making sure you were okay but he is so confused.
“Did you-“
“Yes, shut up!”
Aht aht, he’s going in and fucking you earnestly. He’s gotta fill you up with his nut now, no way you’re getting away after his cock was capable of that
Levi Ackerman
Levi made you squirt the first time you guys got intimate
It was during a mutual masturbation session
He was busy jerking off to your fingers sliding in and out of your tight cunt, saying some of the dirtiest things to you.
“Look at my good little girl, pretending those fingers are my cock?”
Yes of course, god it was right in front of you being pumped by everything but your pussy
He wasn’t touching you, but the way his eyes were burning your skin had you so wet
“I’m gonna cum, Levi~”
“Don’t.”
Levi was so quick to pull your hand away from your cooch.
He waited until you were calm before he let you continue.
Every time you got close, he kept stopping you and it was so frustrating. You were just ready to burst.
When he finally allowed you to finish, he actually shoved his cock into you just as you squirted around him
Unexpected, but he wasn’t letting you recover.
He puts your legs over his shoulders and shoves two fingers in your mouth to keep your whimpering self quiet
“Got me all fucking dirty, now you really won’t cum until I say so.”
Erwin Smith
He’s got you riding him while he’s doing his work at his desk.
You’ve already cum at least three times before you even sat down on his huge cock
Every time you bounce on him, he’ll give your ass a heavy smack, making sure you’re doing your job
He’s barely paying attention to you, so focused on getting everything in order so the next expedition goes smoothly.
Meanwhile, you’re there just using him for your own pleasure
That’s what you wanted at least, you came into his office to bother him
When he does give you attention, he’ll buck his hips up into yours at a quick pace and then stop and let you go
He’s so mean, urgh
You were already close, so when he started focusing on his thrusts, you couldn’t control yourself
Without any warning, you ended up squirting all over the commander
Of course that made him stop his work
“What a mess you’ve made, looks like I’ll need to punish you, won’t I?”
Get ready to be placed right over his desk and soak the floor with your juices.
Levi couldn't stand it, he couldn't stand that nice girl act you put on all the damn time. He watches as you smile at a soldier whose wounds you're attending, he leans against the doorway, scoffing at the way your voice is all sweet and caring. But only he knew that one side of you, that side of you which kept pulling him back into your bed. You were his addiction and he couldn't stop it.
The captain would watch day in and day out how kind and polite you were during the day, only to have him gripping the sheets the same night from that skilled mouth of yours and Levi thinks that it's starting to become a problem. You had no morals when it comes to sex and he wouldn't have it any other way, he is too addicted to you to stop now.
Later that night, he grunts as you push him onto the bed, claiming on top of him. "Always so fucking eager." You smile mischievously at his words, licking the side of his neck. "What can I say, captain? You're my favorite patient." Levi's body relaxes beneath your fingers as they trace up and down his upper body, soon your hand is sneaking under his shirt, rubbing his defined abs, his lips passionately kissing yours.
Nipping at his bottom lip, you pull away from the kiss. You lean in nipping down his neck while your hands undo his belt, Levi is always impressed at how quickly you're able to get the straps off of him but he is not the one to complain. "I want to ride you." Your voice is muffled as you nip and kiss as neck and collarbone, your hips grinding on him.
Levi grabs your hips, moving you faster on top of him. "Then fucking do it." His voice is almost a whisper, he can't wait to feel you around his cock. "Oh, I will." Taking his belt off, you slide your hand into his underwear, grabbing his already hard cock. You bite your lip as you rub up and down his length making Levi moan slightly, his eyes closing as he feels your warm hand pleasuring him.
Without further talk, you pull his pants and underwear down and throw them aside, your clothes following suit. He grabs onto your breasts squeezing them softly as you position yourself on top of him, his eyes roll back when you lower yourself on his length. You hold onto his shoulders and start moving on top of him, Levi doesn't mind that you decided to set the pace but he is by no means letting you take control.
Light moans leave your open lips, your hands on his abs while Levi's fingers dig into your thighs. "That's it, baby. Ride my cock." You smile playfully at his words before rolling your hips, making his cock slide deeper into you. "Oh fuck yes!" Biting your lip, you move your hips harder making Levi hiss slightly. He stops your movements and takes your hips to fuck up into you, making you scratch down his abs.
"You're so fucking naughty." Levi bounces you on top of him, your pussy clenching around his cock, sending a deep hot sensation all over your body. "Faster, Levi! I want you to fuck me until I can't walk." His mouth forms into a slight smirk and he sits up, catching your mouth in a fiery kiss. He lets his hands softly caress your back as your bodies mold together in intense movement, your legs wrapped around him.
Your hips roll together, his cock hits your every spot, and you pull away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips. The intense lovemaking made both of your bodies sweaty, making the whole room feel hot, the candle on your bedside table made your shadows visible on the wall next to you. You bite into his shoulder, nails digging down his strong biceps.
He stops you from moving, pulling you back by your hair to look into your eyes. "How about I fuck you against the wall?" His voice is husky, demanding. "You know that I can't say no to that. But you better make my legs shake." Levi slaps your ass before standing up with your legs still wrapped around him, he slams your back against the wall, pounding you roughly.
"Yes! Right there, Levi!" Your legs squeeze tighter around him, your warm walls clamping around him. "Fuck this fucking tight cunt of yours. Can fuck you for hours." Levi bites into your neck, his hips slamming into you faster, the way you're moaning only turns him more on. You run your fingers through his undercut, feeling the soft locks of his black hair, a smile spreading on your lips again. Levi always fucks you so good, you love it.
You cum, your legs shaking slightly but Levi isn't stopping even when he feels how tight you got around his cock. He keeps fucking you at a relentless pace, not letting any of his harsh tendencies slow down. Levi has you almost screaming, you feel like your legs are about to give out but you still don't want to stop.
It isn't long before you feel his cock twitching inside of you, his hips slow down a little, enjoying your warm walls. "Inside Levi! Cum inside of me, please!" You beg, your hands grabbing his ass, pushing him deeper. "That's my girl." Levi growls and starts to move faster again. "But I have got a better idea." He reaches down and rubs your clit making you cum around his cock again, this time it's much more intense, it feels like your body is on fire.
Levi pulls out of you and you frown. "Don't give me that, on your knees." You do as he says and get on your knees taking his cock in your mouth, he groans, loving the way your mouth feels. Your eyes look up at him, you bob your head up and down, feeling his cock pulse in your mouth. Swirling your tongue around him, you drool, spit dripping at the side of your mouth.
"You sure know how to suck cock don't you?" His hands grab onto your head and you nod, sucking his cock faster. He cums inside of your mouth, his head throws back, a loud grunt escaping his lips. You pull his cock out of your mouth, swallowing his warm cum, your eyes locked with his, he can tell how much you enjoyed it.
"Mhh thanks for that." Your voice is still as seductive as ever. Levi watches as you stand back up on your wobbly feet, he lets you kiss him despite the fact that he can taste himself on him, he doesn't like it but your lips are something he can't resist. "At least we didn't break the bed this time." Joking, you pull away from his lips. "The night is still young, doctor, I still need to cum inside that pussy of yours."
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— week 1
☑ Oct 1 Sex Worker starring... Mikey & Eren Jeager @fxshigurosbae @leviskata
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"Fuck," you wheeze, chest heaving as stars burst behind your eyelids. "Levi- god, shit-"
Even as you flutter right around him, he doesn't stop. Growling in satisfaction, Levi presses harder into you. Hot, thick and heavy, his cock continues to fill you relentlessly, one of his fingers swirling hard circles across the swollen bud of your clit.
"I- It's too much," you manage dazedly. Limp and over sensitive, it's all you can do to dig your fingernails into his shoulder blades.
"One more for me, huh," Levi responds, his teeth grazing your throat in a sharp sting that makes you clench impossibly tighter. "Can you do that? For me? I'm close."
Levi always does this, making you come again and again until you just can't move anymore. Until you're nothing but a wet mess, including the tears streaming down your face. You think part of it is him edging himself. Whenever he gets close, Levi likes to thrust himself as deep as possible and hold himself painfully still, meeting your lips with long, lazy kisses until he's recovered enough to start over again.
You don't know how many times you've come so far. Every one has been stronger than the last, the pleasure bordering on excruciating. Still, the press of his thumb, the deep prodding of his cock, and the rough timber of his voice all have that heat simmering in the pit of your stomach reigniting with an almost painful fervor.
"Ye-yeah," you moan, blinking away another wave of tears. The excited groan that Levi utters in response sends a rush of warmth along your spine. You feel mindless, like you can't fully grasp any of the thoughts lingering along the edges of your mind. Everything is just too much, yet not enough. You need more.. you need..
"I-inside," you croak. It should be embarrassing, the way your voice cracks, but you're beyond caring about anything at this point. All that matters is wetness and Levi's heat and weight. You can come again, it's right there, right on the precipice, you just need something.. Thoughtless, you beg, "Come inside me please!"
Everything freezes. Above you, Levi stills completely, his dark blue-ish grey eyes meeting yours with a look of shock. You even think he's stopped breathing, his mouth dropping open in shock. His voice is steady and raw, "What? What did you just say?"
"Please," you whimper, throwing your head back and digging your nails into his skin. His cock is only barely tucked inside you, stock-still just beyond your entrance in such a painful tease. Even his finger has stopped moving. "I wanna feel it."
Beneath your fingers, Levi's back shudders. He makes a noise you've never heard before, something raw and guttural deep in his chest. It sounds like something a wild animal would make. His hips jolt, filling you as deep as possible. You can practically feel him throb and his teeth graze your neck once again, "I've never- You want that? You-"
You interrupt him, jolting your hips up as if to somehow draw him deeper. "Yeah! I want you to fill me up!"
Levi makes the noise again, a deep groan that vibrates through your torso. You think you can even feel it resonate to the tips of your toes. "But.. the condom. Do you want me to pull out?"
"No," you answer far too quickly. Making an abated attempt to lock your knees behind his back, you find that your legs are still too limp. Instead, fingers scramble and tug at his shoulders, "Pretend! Just pretend it's not there!"
Something shifts in Levi's gaze and suddenly he's moving again, filling you deep and hard with a renewed passion. "Yeah?" the sound he makes is somewhere between a moan and a sigh. "You want that? You want my cum in you?"
"Shit," you moan. You're still painfully close, even after that pause. Just imagining Levi spilling inside you already has that peak looming high and close. Hips jolting, you flutter and clench helplessly, the filthy wet squelch only feeding your arousal. "Yeah! I want it! I've wanted it for so long!"
With a grunt, Levi presses you harder into the mattress. Fingers digging tight into the back of your thighs, he brings your legs up, practically folding you in half. His balls slap wetly against the crease of your ass with every thrust. It's so much. Everything is so tight that you can barely breathe. But it's so good.
"Fuck!" Levi groans heavily, his hips stuttering. "I've wanted it too. I've wanted to mark you as mine for so long. I'm going to fill you so deep that you'll be dripping with my cum for days after."
"Yes," dazed, it's the only word you can utter, again and again. "Yes yes yes yes. Cum in me! I want to feel it!"
"Shit- Shit-," Levi's hips jerk unevenly, and he breathes out your name like it's the only thing that matters. His eyes roll back, his mouth drops open in a long moan, and you can feel his cock lurch deep within your walls.
"Levi- Levi-" You can imagine it easily. The heat of it, the thick and wet spurts of his cum gushing out to decorate your walls. Just picturing it sends you over, another orgasm hitting you with the strength of a tsunami.
When you wake up the next morning, the box of condoms is gone from the dresser drawer beside the bed.
. . . WARNING / TAGS: smut, 18+ minors do not interact, afab!reader, creampie, breeding, oral (m!receiving), overstimulation, degradation, getting called “slut” and “whore”, slight exhibitionism
% eren yeager
at first, he did it for fun. now he can’t stop. he loves painting your stomach with his cum and watching it drip off your body slowly. the sight itself made him hard again.
“f-fuck, eren,” you moaned, grabbing a fistful of his hair in your hands. “i’m close. so, so close.”
“oh, are you now?” he asked. the way you clenched around him was pure bliss and your warm, velvety walls made him want to go faster. rougher. harder. and so he did. “come on, show me how good i’m making you feel.”
he pounded into you and watched as you screamed his name, begging him to not stop. you creamed on his cock, the tightness making eren pull out to cum all over your stomach.
your legs were still shaking from your previous orgasm when eren pulled you by your legs and inserted himself back into you. his cock kissed your cervix and the overstimulation had more tears streaming down your face. with a sadistic smile, eren leaned down and kissed your tears as he continued to fuck you.
% armin arlert
breeding kink on high at all times, armin would cum in you and continue to fuck his cum back into you. whether it be with his fingers or his cock, he’s not letting his seed even slip out of your pussy.
whimpers left his lips as you bounced on his cock. he moaned your name while underneath you, gripping the bed sheets. “more, more,“ armin muttered, forehead beading with sweat and cheeks tinted a soft pink. “i’m so close to cumming, babygirl, please don’t stop.”
you couldn’t even respond back, your own orgasm coming close. armin grabbed your waist, his fingers so tight you were sure you’ll wake up with bruises. he moaned your name and came, his white cum dripping down your thighs as you continued to bounce. the knot in your stomach released as you creamed on his cock. “armin, fuck…”
but he didn’t stop. instead, his grip on your waist tightened as he urged you to keep going. “don’t stop,” he said. when you didn’t listen, he flipped you over and proceeded to thrust into you, not letting his cum escape your pussy.
“‘m going to fuck you until you’re stuffed with my cum.”
% levi ackerman
he would cum right into your mouth and make you swallow every last bit of him. not a drip of his cum can escape your mouth or else he’ll fuck your poor throat again.
you took all of him in your mouth, sucking him fast before he had to go back to work. “you fucking whore,” he said as he gripped your hair. “so needy for me that you came all the way here for my cock.”
you fondled his balls, causing him to groan and lean his head back against the chair. your head bobbed faster and you placed your hands on the places your mouth couldn’t fill. the sound of you slurping his cock echoed the room. levi grabbed your hair to stop your movement and pushed your head down his length, keeping you in place. you groaned around his cock, your throat not being able to handle it. your nails gripped his thighs, crescent shaped marks littering his skin.
“oh, what do we have here?” levi said, holding his moan back. “my little slut can’t take all of me? well that’s too bad.” he started pounding into your mouth with no mercy, not caring about the tears that fell to your cheeks.
levi moaned loudly and his warm cum filled your mouth, the salty taste coating your tongue. he pulled away and you coughed. his cum just barely escaped your lips when he forcibly inserted his fingers in your mouth. “swallow. now.”
% jean kirstein
he’s a mess. when he cums, it just flies everywhere but he doesn’t even care. as long as the two of you cum, that’s all that matters to him… even if he is leaving evidence behind.
the showers weren’t the most private place in the world, but somehow it was the place the two of you ended up. you were pressed up against the wall as jean pounded into you at high speed. “fuck, babygirl. you feel so good around me.”
jean grabbed your neck and pulled you up against him, one large hand around your throat and the other around your torso as he fucked you. “jean, i’m gonna cum,” you whispered, trying so hard to find something to grip onto.
he released his grip on your neck to play with your clit, rubbing circles on it until you were a shaking mess, cumming all over his cock. the tightening of your cunt around him made him dizzy, his own orgasm approaching him soon. finally, he pulled out of you and came, not even caring where his seed landed.
the two of you stopped to catch your breath. “i do consider myself an artist,” jean chuckled, pointing at his cum dripping from the shower walls. you just rolled your eyes and shook your head at him. he cocked his eyebrow. “not a big enough painting for you?” jean grabbed your waist and pulled you closer. he dropped to his knees and looked up at your soaking cunt. “would you prefer me drawing with my tongue instead?”
% connie springer
connie is not afraid to tell everyone that he loves your tits - and i mean tell everyone. your tits are his favorite thing in the world so naturally, cumming on it is pure ecstasy for him.
the bed was shaking, connie’s thrusts making the headboard bang against the wall. your fucked out form was sprawled across the sheets, cunt sore for the countless rounds of fucking.
“you’re perfect like this,” connie moaned, planting kisses along your shoulder. his hands groped your breasts and he massaged them. “so tight and perfect for me.”
you weren’t able to respond, too busy focusing on the tight knot in your stomach. without warning connie, you came around his cock. he groaned as he thrusted harder for his own release. connie pulled out and came right on you tits, ropes of his white cum landing across them.
“so fucking hot,” he murmured as he grabbed your breasts again and massaged them, spreading his cum around. you fell asleep to connie whispering how much he loved you as he cleaned you up.