His thick cock thumped ferociously into your pretty pink pussy as his plump lips kissed your ankle over his shoulder. You clenched around him, squriming under his firm hold while being suffocated by euphoria. Orgasm after orgasm, he shoved his dick back into you, ramming into your cervix as tears fell down your wispy lashes. He stretched your brown leg over his shoulder, gripping the other with a tatted muscular arm around his waist.
“Allat fuckin back talk… -tss fuck”
He hissed hardly able to finish his sentence, your tight hole kept him from being able to fully pull out, not that he’d ever even wanna. The thought of being hit with the cool air of his apartment after being inside his warm, soft girl sent a shudder through his spine. Nah fuck allat..So to compensate, he slowed down feeding deep passionate strokes cus he wasn’t finished jussttt yet. He let go of your legs finally, then slowly lowered himself to your pierced ear.
“Keep giving me attitude infront of them bitches ion like n you gon feel it mama.”
“Fuckkkk Daddy I’m sorr-ughhhh”
He shoved his dick alllll the way into you, feeling your gummy walls enclose him as you came..again.He felt your body spasm, watching your eyes close while your back arched. You looked like art.
“Sorry not gon do it this time Y/n” he grunted, slowly hovering his thumb over your puffy nipples.
“Hmmmmphhh ‘s too muchhh m tired baby—AH!” He pinched the small bud between his index and thumb.
“Shut that shit up”, he readily eased out of you, sitting up on his mattress, low eyes staring into your soul.
“You gon gimmie one more…”
hii chat I think I’m a lil rusty but i hope you like!~𝓵𝓮
BUT Also my entry for @cream-filled-delights for their writing event- Cream Filled Delights – Prompt "Take it."
The air bit as you breathed in. Thin and cold. Still. It scraped down your throat like a warning.
No guards had escorted you here, just a summoned wind that whispered through the marble halls of the palace, tugging your silks in the right direction, guiding your bare feet across freezing stone. You had followed it because that was the only path offered to you, step by silent step, until you reached the chamber.
The sanctuary was nothing like the halls of Asgard above. No gilded light, no polished gold, no ornamental fanfare. Here, the stone was veined with frost, and the torches burned cold blue. Shadows pooled in the corners like watchful things, and even the fire offered no warmth. It wasn’t meant for you. Not for anyone but him.
He waited
Loki.
Not the prince. Not the trickster god. Not the charming, sharp-tongued diplomat of court.
This was the monster they whispered about when they thought he couldn’t hear.
Jotun.
Blue-skinned. Bare-chested beneath a cloak that was already falling from one of his shoulders, the fur-lined fabric slipping like snow off stone. The firelight danced over his skin like it was afraid to touch him. His body was carved in lines of ice and runes; taller, broader than he ever appeared in court. Inhumanly elegant. Power pressed into shape, barely restrained.
He didn’t speak.
He only watched. Red eyes aglow, tracking every breath you took. The longer he looked at you, the more your courage frayed, like silk caught on a blade. Every second stretched thin, reverent, dreadful.
You hadn’t expected to be chosen. Not really. They had said it was a duty. An offering. Something sacred. Something necessary.
Something to soothe the old blood in him. Something to keep him tethered to the court. To reason. To restraint. To keep the monster sated before he could become dangerous. Before the frost could creep down from the peaks of Jotunheim and into the heart of Asgard's Son. Before the whispers in the dark hallways grew into rumours, and those rumours became truth in the mouths of the fearful.
They needed something that would distract him, something warm and willing. A sacrificial balm to pour into the cracks of his fury, to soften the jagged edge of his cold. Someone to remind him of the flesh and breath and hunger of the living. Not duty. Not diplomacy. Not blood—stained oaths sworn by trembling courtiers. But desire.
And you had agreed. Willingly.
Because you had wanted to be more than a court petal trampled under polished boots. You had wanted to be seen. Desired. Revered, even.
But now, lying bare on the black furs at the centre of the chamber, your skin prickling from the cold, your chest rising and falling too quickly, you wondered if you’d been seen too well. The dress they had put you in; pale, delicate, ceremonial, now left pooled beside the furs, abandoned like the last scrap of modesty. Your fingers had worked the ties slowly, one by one, just as you’d been instructed.
You had followed every rule. Walk the path. Do not scream when you see him. Take off the dress. Lie down.
Those had been Frigga’s words, her voice soft and even, as if she were reading a bedtime tale rather than preparing you for this. She had kissed your forehead with a mother’s gentleness and tucked a curl behind your ear before stepping back.
You had obeyed. Ready to offer yourself to something far more than a man.
The silence stretched, heavy and glacial, until-
"You came willingly?"
You nodded, though your voice had fled.
He smirked, the expression slow and sharp, like frost forming on glass. "They always say yes so easily... so sure they can take it. So eager to be offered up like good little sacrifices," he added, the last part mumbled more to himself as he tapped two fingers against his temple, his face looking pained for a moment.
He didn’t move right away. Just stared again. Let you feel the weight of him. The way his presence swallowed the room, how the air seemed to freeze around him, heavy with intent.
A cold flicker of doubt slid beneath your skin. He hadn’t sent you away, but he hadn’t spoken either. For one long, agonising moment, you wondered if you weren’t wanted. If perhaps this offering,…you..wasn’t enough. If you had misunderstood everything, and he would rise and turn from you, leave you bare and dismissed.
But he didn’t. Content, at least for now, to devour you with his eyes first.
The shift was subtle. A stretch of his shoulders. A breath drawn deeper than the last. Then he rose from the low—backed chair he’d been sprawled in, the fur-lined cloak sliding from his remaining shoulder to gather at the crook of his elbow before sliding off complete.
All he wore now were dark leather pants that clung to the muscle of his thighs, low enough to reveal the ridged plane of his abdomen, the blue of his skin shifting as he moved, patterns like frost blooming beneath the surface. You could hear the quiet creak of his boots across the stone as he stepped forward, each stride deliberate, unhurried.
The fire behind him did not warm the room, only cast jagged shadows that moved across his body in flickers of ice-blue and black. It gave him the shape of something elemental.
He stopped just at the edge of the furs, gaze pinned to your body. You could feel the heat of your skin in contrast to the cold of the air. You’d laid yourself bare, and now you could only endure his gaze.
He knelt. Sinking down closer to your level.
Large, precise hands settled on your knees first. His touch was cold enough to draw a gasp from you, a sound you didn’t mean to make, but it slipped free anyway. The sharp chill of his skin contrasted so completely with the heat blooming beneath your own that it felt electric.
You flinched at the contact, your body tensing beneath his grip, but he only hummed, dragging those hands slowly up the length of your thighs. That reaction made him smile, slow, pleased, knowing crack that spread across his face.
The pressure was firm, possessive, and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world to explore you. His fingers spread wide, thumbs brushing the tender insides of your legs before his palms eased your knees further apart.
The movement left you open, vulnerable, and achingly aware of just how exposed you were beneath him. The cool air licked at your slick heat as he shifted closer, his hands sliding upward again in slow, reverent passes as if he was memorizing the shape of you. There was hunger in the way he touched. He wasn’t rushing. He didn’t need to. You were his for as long as he decided to keep you.
As he moved forward on his knees, the furs beneath you shifted under his weight, and the scent of him; snow, spice, and something wild. It wrapped around you as intimately as his hands.
His eyes didn’t lift from where your thighs parted. Not until his mouth was level with your chest. Then, finally, Loki looked at your face. Not with affection or restraint, but with the heavy, assessing interest of a predator sizing up something offered rather than taken. His gaze swept up your body again, slow and possessive, before locking onto your eyes proper, holding there.
You saw hunger burning in those red rubied eye.
He lent forward to run the edge of his nose along your cheek, then across your jaw. The cool drag of it raised goosebumps in its wake, making you shiver. He didn’t kiss you. Not yet. His breath was cold as it ghosted over your mouth, lingering for a moment like he was considering it, like he wanted to taste your hesitation first.
You could feel your own breath hitch, heat rising up your throat. Your lips parted, expecting the kiss that didn’t come. He only watched your reaction, letting the tension spool tighter between you.
Hi trailed lower. His mouth dipped to your throat, placing a single kiss right over your pulse. It was soft at first, but then his tongue pressed there, lapping against your skin until he found the rhythm of your heartbeat.
He opened his mouth fully, sucking at the spot with enough pressure to make your breath stutter, enough to leave a mark. His teeth grazed lightly, a scrape of danger beneath the devotion.
“Make it beat harder for me,” he murmured, his voice a low command cloaked in silk.
His fingers teased between your legs as he spoke. Gentle at first. Circling. Testing. He found your clit and dragged two knuckles down either side of it, then rubbed it slowly with the pad of his thumb. The motion wasn’t hurried, but it made your hips buck, your thighs jump in response to the touch.
A soft gasp escaped your lips followed by a stifled whimper when he didn’t stop. “P-Prince-” you breathed, voice catching on the title.
He chuckled, a sound that rumbled in his chest and vibrated through yours as he leaned in closer.
“Not a Prince here,” he murmured, voice rough at the edges, his breath cool against your chest. “Don’t pretend I’m some courtly thing while you lay yourself open like this.”
He drew his mouth across your chest slowly, deliberately, before his tongue flicked over a nipple and sucked it in deep, pulling a breathy moan from your throat. His teeth catching enough to make you twitch before he released you with a wet pop.
You moaned again, higher, more desperate. Your back arched, searching for his mouth, for friction, for something.
“You tremble for me already,” he said, pleased. “Good. Let your body speak honestly.”
Loki dragged a single finger down your slit. It was chilled, thick, and unrelenting, sending a jolt through your oversensitized skin. He paused for a moment, pressing it firmly against your entrance like he was testing your readiness, gauging just how much you could take. Then he pushed inside, slowly, deliberately so you’d gasp, the air catching in your throat. The stretch was unfamiliar, the sheer contrast of his icy skin against your molten heat making you twitch, your walls fluttering around him in confused, needy response.
He curled his finger inside you as he withdrew just slightly, then pushed back in, twisting gently to feel every ridge of your softness. You clenched around him with no conscious thought, your body pulsing around the intrusion, responding as if it knew something your mind was still struggling to grasp.
He exhaled hard through his nose, nostrils flaring as his jaw tensed.
"So hot," he growled, voice thick and reverent. "You burn around me."
His words sank into your skin as he began to move again, slow and unrelenting, coaxing you open with each stroke. The friction built into a rhythm that sent soft wet sounds echoing through the chamber. You whimpered as your thighs fell wider, helpless to the way your body welcomed him in.
He leaned closer, his breath brushing your chest as he added a second finger. The stretch widened, searing pleasure crackling through your core. He didn’t slow down, just adjusted the angle, his palm pressing down to grind against your clit while both fingers curled and dragged inside you with sinful precision.
You keened softly, the pressure, the fullness, the cool heat of him overwhelming everything else. His fingers didn’t stop, didn’t rush, not even when you bucked over the third that joined the others.
He kept going watching your face while his finger worked you open slowly, methodically. You felt the drag of them as he eased them apart, stretching you, testing the give of your body around as he pushed in all the way to his knuckles. The sensation was sharp, aching, filthy and it only deepened as those long digits reached higher up into you than you’d ever managed to reach on your own. Coaxing a strangled moan from your throat.
Loki dipped his head, his lips grazed the underside of your breast, then bit down just enough to make you jolt, the twin sensations leaving you suspended between pain and pleasure.
"So wet, so warm." he murmured, breath ragged. "All this for me?"
You nodded, swallowing the whimper that bubbled up, your own hands digging into the plush fur around you. Your breath caught again as he pulled his fingers slightly apart, easing the stretch wider, working you open bit by bit. The cool, slick pressure sent sparks dancing up your spine, the edges of his fingers reaching deeper.
The sensation made your hips jerked, your body caught between instinctive resistance and overwhelming need. You could feel it building, that tightening heat, the edge looming closer with every careful, purposeful drag of his fingers.
He growled again, a sound low in his throat, and pulled his fingers free with a slick, wet sound that made your walls clench in protest. You whimpered, a desperate sound of loss.
"Not yet," he said, as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. "Just need you soft enough to take everything I intend to give."
You barely had time to brace yourself.
He sank back on his haunches, and the room shimmered with green light. Seidr curled over his hips, dissolving the last of his leathers in a quiet flicker of magic. He knelt above you now in full glory, entirely bare, his chest rising and falling with deliberate control, the muscles of his abdomen taut with restrained power.
Between his thighs, his cock stood thick and flushed a deeper, bruised blue, already leaking at the tip. The sight of him like this, unhidden, unrestrained, made your breath catch and your core clench in anticipation. He was beautiful and terrifying all at once, and the way his eyes drank you in from above only made your skin burn hotter against the furs beneath you.
You tried not to flinch as he knelt between your thighs, sucking air sharp into your lungs as he wrapped one large hand around himself and stroked once, twice, spreading the glistening slick of precum over the blunt tip of his cock. It was a threatening thing, thick, flushed dark, slightly curved, and long enough to make your thighs twitch.
He watched you watch him. Smirking.
"So sure of yourselves," he murmured, more to himself than to you. "Pretty little maidens to be fed to the beats hunger."
His fingers tapped once, twice against his own temple again, like he was chiding ghosts only he could hear.
You swallowed hard and nodded. You were here. This was what you were meant for.
“Fool.”
His hands came to your thighs again, colder now, rougher in their grip as he pushed your legs up and apart. You whimpered, the sound barely a breath, and dug your hands into the furs. He nudged closer, his cock dragging through the mess he’d already coaxed from you, wet and sticky as he slicked himself with your arousal.
When he pressed against your entrance, you gasped. His breath hitched too, sharp and sudden.
The pressure built slowly. Agonisingly.
Your body tensed, but he didn't stop. Didn't offer comfort or pause. He simply pushed, a slow, relentless glide that stretched you inch by inch. The thick crown breached you first, making you cry out, the burn of it forcing your hips up. He caught them with a growl, strong hands holding you steady.
"Shhh," he hissed behind clenched teeth, "You’re mine to shape. My offering."
The stretch was unbearable and exquisite. Every inch he gave you made you feel fuller than you'd ever known, like your body was being rebuilt from the inside out just to fit him. He growled something in Jotun under his breath, something guttural and low, as he bottomed out.
He groaned, transfixed by the way your body tried to take him. One of his large hands pressed down over your womb, feeling the fullness, the bulge of him deep inside. His hips ground forward, just enough to make you gasp and then whine, your fingers scrabbling at the furs. He stilled again, rejoicing the way your walls fluttered helplessly around him, stretched to your absolute limit.
You sobbed, a choked little sound, as a tear slipped from the corner of your eye, hot and unbidden. The fullness, the stretch, the overwhelming pressure.
It was too much, your body quivering with sensation.
Your vision blurred for a moment, breath catching in your throat as the tear rolled down to your temple.
"Take it, you must take it Little Flame." He shifted slightly, sitting tall above you in that L-shaped posture, his cock still buried to the hilt inside you. His hand, still resting on your lower abdomen, slowly dragged upward, fingers splayed, possessive, as if marking a path across your trembling skin, claiming every inch of you.
He cupped your breast again, massaging with a slow, deliberate pressure, groaning as you clenched and writhed beneath him. The heat of your body welcomed him with every grind of his hips, slick and warm and yielding. It was like he wanted to carve a space for himself inside you, to etch himself into your being.
"That’s it," he murmured, voice deep, raw with veneration and greed, almost drunk on the feel of you.
You gasped as he rocked into you again, the movement slow and consuming. Each stroke dragged along nerves frayed raw, sparking pleasure that curled up your spine and spread fire through your limbs.
You cried out, eyes squeezing shut.
Loki shuddered, mouth parting in a breathless groan.
"That sound-yes, that sound-make it again."
When he moved, it was slow at first long, deep thrusts that stole the air from you each time his hips met yours. He shifted only slightly, adjusting the angle with a warriors precision until he found the one that made you cry out, back arching. The sound pulled a groan from his throat, low and rough, as though the noise of your pleasure spurred something darker in him.
Loki never looked away from you. Not once.
Your thighs trembled. Your fingers clawed at the furs beneath you. Each slow, deliberate stroke filled you past the point of reason, the stretch never easing, only evolving into something more intense. The dull ache became friction, became fullness, became a kind of overwhelming reverence. He was worshiping you with every snap of his hips, and still, it wasn’t gentle.
He was a creature of need and seidr, and now, unmasked in his hunger, the illusion of princely restraint had vanished. His long black hair had fallen loose, cascading around his shoulders in wild waves. Strands clung to his face, framing the sharp lines of his jaw, his cheekbones, the fierce heat burning in his eyes. The wildness in him showed now, unmistakable, written in every flex of his body, every ripple of muscle as he loomed over you.
His hand dragged down your side, large and cool against your overheated skin, until it gripped your hip with unyielding force. The next thrust rocked through you. You keened, eyes going wide, the pressure of it making your stomach rise.
"Meant for this," he growled. "Made to be filled."
Your cries were rhythmic now, rising with every thrust, every grinding roll of his hips. He adjusted again, dragging one of your legs high against his shoulder, the back of your leg pressed into his chest, the new angle devastating. You choked on stolen breath as he fucked deeper, harder and gods, you felt every inch of him. The stretch was obscene, the sheer size of him forcing you open, your body pulled tight around his cock as he pushed in and you. You could feel the ridge of his head drag along places inside you that had never known such reach. Your skin sang with sensation, every nerve lit, your core clenching desperately around his impossible girth.
“Nngh-guh..” a helpless noise coming from you.
You felt it building. The burn at the base of your spine. The fluttering tension in your core. The way his cock dragged perfectly across the spot that made you unravel. You could tilt your head to see, to watch him take you back, you could do it. The idea of witnessing what you could feel made you dizzy, made your mind spin, before you felt heat sizzle in your blood despite the cool chill from his cock inside you. Yet your body had no choice but to accommodate him, to stretch and strain and swallow him whole. You were pulled open around him, every stroke pushing the limits of your flesh, every slide making your insides feel claimed. He'd make you come. You'd come for him. You'd sate his hunger.
"Aauh - Ah"
Loki felt it, too. The way your body surrendered just that little bit more, opening wider, pliant and pliable, a trembling gift beneath him.
“Take it, feel it!”
He pressed his palm against your belly again, groaning at the swell, the bulge he could feel under his touch, the exquisite pressure of his cock driving into you. The sight of your abdomen lifting with each deep stroke made his pupils dilate. His thumb traced slow circles around your navel before drifting higher, grazing the underside of your breast, then cupping it with a needy hand. He rolled your nipple between his fingers, coaxing another breathy pants from your lips.
"So greedy," he purred. "Chosen for this. Crafted for me. A perfect fit for my hunger, my claim."
Your moan cracked, your throat tight with sensation, drawn taut with the staggering fullness, the weight of being taken.
His pace shifted, quicker now, yet never rushed. It wasn’t frantic. Intentional. Like the fulfillment of something sacred. Every thrust carried purpose, a deeper assertion of ownership, of destiny. Designed to push you past the edge and make sure you never came back the same.
Your orgasm tore through you like a riptide, electric and blinding. Your body clamped down around him, fluttering, squeezing, your breath stolen, your mouth parting in a shattered, sobbing cry. You keened for him, the sound breaking into the air between you, sharp and wanting. Your limbs trembled, your hands grappling at the furs for purchase as the waves rolled through you, your walls milking him with desperate hunger, with need that felt etched into your bones.
Loki didn’t pull back. Didn’t let you catch your breath.
He snarled, the sound animal and ancient, and slammed home- hard.
You screamed.
The stretch was too much, your body trembling in the aftermath, but the heat of him, the twitch of his cock inside you, the raw presence of him, it was devastation.
Then you felt it.
The rush. The flood. The thick spill of him flooding your core in molten pulses, like you were being sealed, marked. Your cunt tried to flutter him out, to push him away, but Loki held fast. Stayed buried deep.
A long, broken groan tore from his throat as he ground his hips to the base, holding you open, driving his spend deeper inside until you felt him in every part of you.
You whimpered, body twitching in overstimulation, your nerves frayed, your walls still fluttering around the impossible fullness.
Loki kept going. Kept pressing you into that surrender, the kind that rewrote your body from the inside out.
Your body quaked, twitching with overstimulation. Your eyes glazed, not able to focus, mouth slack with the weight of everything he had wrung from you. Your limbs felt boneless, bonedust scattered in the aftershock of pleasure and ruin.
Slowly, Loki moved, the aching slide of him pulling out left your body shuddering. The emptiness bloomed inside you, your walls fluttering in protest, stretched and ruined, still clinging to the ghost of his shape. You could still feel the heft of him in your deepest places, the imprint of him left like scorched velvet.
It poured from you in thick, hot waves, so much that it ran down your thighs, soaking the furs beneath you. It clung to your folds, to the curve of your ass, your skin wet and sticky with it.
He watched with pride, the sight of a prize he found worthy. His chest rose with each breath, the flicker of magic still crawling across his skin like the afterglow of lightning.
Loki sat back on his heels; eyes fixed between your thighs. Hunger warred on his face as he reached forward, spreading you wider. Two long fingers dipped into the mess, dragging through your folds, like he was worshipping at the altar he'd just desecrated.
"Look at that," he murmured, voice wrecked, darker. "So full you can't even hold it.."
You tilted your head down this time, eyes blurry but still managing to focus as he dipped his fingers into opaque cream dripping from your cunt. With curious car he brought it up to your abdomen and began to write. You watched, mesmerised, as he spelled out his name, each letter painted with his spend, glistening on your skin.
"Mine. Branded in seed," he whispered, voice thick with satisfaction, as though your trembling acceptance had awakened something even darker in him.
He caught your gaze, saw the way your breath caught, your lips parting as you felt it settle, his claim, marked in your own submission. His cock twitched, swelling again.
"Again," he whispered. "You'll take it again. Until you wear me like war paint. Until you forget any life before me."
He kept your gaze as pushed back into you.
Your breath hitched, a mewl catching in your throat as the swollen head of his cock breached your entrance once more. Slick from the mess he’d already made of you, he slid in easier this time, so much easier. Your body welcomed him now, fucked open and trembling, stretched to its limits and aching to be filled again.
He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through his chest and into you, echoing in your bones. The ease of his re-entry, just that perfect hint of friction that made him groan.
Your broken keen, high and wrecked, your legs twitching around him. There was no resistance now, just the obscene slide of his cock as he sank into the hilt, claimed you anew. You could feel how big he still was, how you were split around him, the fullness turning to a pulsing ache that made your toes curl. And gods, he was already moving again.
This time, he didn’t hold back the mess. He wanted it. With every steady thrust, more of his spend from before spilled out around him, slicking your thighs, matting the fur beneath you in thick, glistening trails. The scent was overwhelming. Raw. Carnal. The wet, filthy sound of it echoed through the chamber, each movement lewd and deliberate, as if he were savouring the music of your ruin.
It let him move easier. Deeper.
His body curved over yours now, bending low until he caged you entirely beneath him. The chill of his skin contrasted with the heat of your own, steam rising where you touched. His breath was at your neck, sharp and cool between heated groans, while one arm braced just above your head, palm planted firm in the fur, pinning you beneath the full weight of him.
You whimpered, and he growled, a sound of dark satisfaction. “Good,” he rasped against your ear. “Give me those sounds. Let me hear how full you are.”
The sound was torn from your throat as your hands flew to his arms, anchoring yourself to the thick muscle of his biceps. He was relentless now. Slow, deep, each stroke angled to hit where you were weakest. He shifted slightly, one hand curling under your thigh again, folding you tighter beneath him, pressing you open like a bloom under frost.
Your body trembled. Your nerves were frayed to the edge. You were undone.
His voice came low and possessive against your ear.
“So wet. So full. And you keep taking it.”
You gasped, your voice thin and breaking: “Loki-”
He groaned, hips stuttering as your body clenched again, tight and fluttering around him. The sound of your voice, raw and breathless and his, sent him reeling.
Your climax hit you again, drowning you, tearing through your limbs. Slick and seed gushed around him, your back arching with a silent scream as you came undone again.
But still he didn’t stop.
Your body twitched with aftershocks, your limbs limp. He held you there, claimed you again and again, slow and unrelenting. The mess only worsened, his seed, your slick, all of it mixing and soaking anything it touched. It dripped from you in wet strings, his devastating cock pushing it back inside with each thrust. Your body singing for him, hot and heavy as everything else melted away.
You moaned wanton, your mind blurring under the pleasure of it all.
“You're mine now,” he growled into your throat. “Sacred and ruined.”
You were an offering.
Now, you were his.
Your voice was barely a whisper. “Yours.”
He pressed a kiss to your temple, slow and reverent, but his hips never stopped moving.
“So good for me,” he murmured. “Sent to be filled. Made for this.”
he only thing left now, was for him to use you. That was why you were chosen. That was what your body was meant for.
Izuku has a breeding kink, next level breeding kink. It's almost scary the second you tell him you're on the pill and that you want him raw, he's practically pouncing on you to fill you up.
"So pretty, gonna look so pretty all full of me. Gonna get your pregnant and all swollen with my baby, huh? You'd be the best momma ever, best one in the whole world. You'd look so so so pretty all pregnant. Can't even keep my hands to myself right now, wouldn't be able to keep them to myself at all if you had my baby in you. Oh- m'so close, soooo close, fuck, fuck, fuck. So pretty, so pretty and good for me and wonderful and so pretty." He mumbles, rambling against your neck, sweaty and breathy because you've been at this for hours, you're already so full with him. There's just no way you can be anymore full, its to the brim at this point, spilling out of you, gushing with every thrust. It's almost disgusting
"Izu, can't take anymore, can't." You babble, pushing at him weakly. "Yes you can, I know you can." He smiles when he kisses up your neck to your mouth, sighing against it while one of his hands comes up to peak at your nipples, puffy from previous use. True to his word, as always, you take another load. His cum weakly spurting until his dick just pulses, shooting blanks. "Good girl, took it all so well. Just waited until I was all empty, yeah?" You nod, sleepy and fucked-out. "Mhm."
Pairing | Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings | Nsfw, MDNI (18+), smut, dirty talk, dom!Bucky, oral (m receiving), pet names (darlin', baby)
Word Count | 300
A/N | Day 23 of Sexy September Scribbles, hosted by @societyfolklore and @soelstress! Thought I'd throw my dirty mind into the ring. I've been struggling with writing (I put the 'pro' in procrastination), so I thought this might get the creative juices flowing again. It was a little challenging to stay within the lines of 300 words, so I apologize that there's not as much smut, just alluding to it. Hope you enjoy, lovely:)
You and Bucky were cuddling on the couch, TV on in the background. The low mumble of voices filled your ears, but that's not what you were focused on.
You were moving your hand up-and-down his thigh in teasing motions. Occasionally, you would rub closer to the strain in his sweatpants. Your fingers danced across his inner thigh and ghosted over his erection, enough to elicit a groan.
You pulled back like nothing happened. You heard his head hit the back of the couch in frustration. He grabbed your wrist, and that's when you made eye contact with him.
There was an intensity in his eyes that could only be described as irritation and need. He stood, “Been teasin’ me for too long.”
His dark eyes locked on you as he pointed to the floor. “Get on your knees,” he demanded. Gone was your soft, cuddly boyfriend from earlier. Here to stay was a man in control.
You obeyed, dropping to your knees with a gentle thud. Your eyelashes fluttered in faux innocence, but you knew you were already in too deep.
He yanked his sweats down unceremoniously, and you immediately stuck your tongue out to lick up his shaft. His red-tipped, leaky cock twitched in response.
He grabbed a fistful of your hair, “Open wide, darlin’.”
You opened your mouth, leaning forward to take his cock. You stopped halfway, wrapping your lips around his girth.
“No,” he scolded, pulling you further down his length. “All the way down, good girl…nose to the base, show me you can take it.”
You gagged around him, saliva spilling out of your lips, and tears pricked your eyes. Too much. “Oh,” he moaned, “Messy aren't we, baby?”
He smirked down at your disheveled appearance, “Stay just like that. Gonna fuck that pretty throat.”
contents- over stim, creampie, pussy eating, teasing, squirting, mating press, dirty talk, multiple rounds, cum eating(?), use of pet names, fingering
"Mph- you feel so good baby... squeezin' me so tight."
He's got you in a mating press, knees by your ears and cunt squeezing him for dear life. He can hardly fathom how he's not slipping out of you. Your dripping, no, leaking around his cock like you cant get enough.
"Your takin' me so good baby. Gonna cum again? Cum on this dick like a good girl."
You don't have a choice. He's talking to you so dirty and he's fucking your pussy so messy that you just do as he says. His fat cock is stretching you out so much, you don't know if your crying for him to stop or to keep going. Your heads so far gone all you can do is keep squirting around him while whimpering his name.
Your cunt pulses around him so tight it makes him light headed. Ace keeps pounding you through your orgasm, bottoming out and grinding into your creamy pussy until your legs shake.
You gasp, shaky hands trailing down to push against Ace's lower abdomen, but it just pushes him to grind deeper inside you. You whine and moan to him in overstimulation but he shushes you and tells you that you can take it.
He finally lets himself go, giving a few short thrust before cumming spurts of his hot cum inside your already slick pussy. He holds you in place, preventing you from squirming as he makes sure your sweet little pussy takes all his cum.
He finally pulls out of you, watching his cum leak out of your stretched hole. Ace spreads your lips, and you think he's just getting a better look before you feel his tongue on you.
You tell him your sensitive, he did just fuck the hell out of you and to at least give you a small break, but he insist that he has to clean up his princess now.
Ace promises to be gentle. Slow and sensual licks over your filled hole, light flicks and suck on your clit, feathery kisses on your sore pussy.. you still feel it all, too much.
You put your hands in his hair, pulling on his strands lightly as he groans into your pussy. He pushes his tongue inside, slurping you up. Ace pushes you to yet another orgasm as he pushes two of his thick digits inside and messily flicks his tongue over your sensitive little clit.
Ace continues to abuse your slick puffy clit through your orgasm, thighs clenching around him as he sucks hard on your clit. You come down from your high as see he's already looking at you with his tongue still rolling over your sensitive little bean.
Surprise, surprise... he's hard again.
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Acey Alert!
gulp.. forgive any spelling mistakes. my hands are freezing from the cold. enjoy..?!
Warning: MDNI rope sex featuring Tamsy.. and dirty talk and ect.
Ac:- Hey y'all from the pole I already knew Tamsy was gonna win... Y'all love him so much y'all wouldn't give me an easy way out with jabber eating it out... it was just too simple
Tamsy was your boyfriend... You both were cleaners but you didn't know about his dark secret to break Rudo or his real mildly sadistic personality all up under that nice caring and sweet nature of his I mean of course you couldn't tell you were too busy covered up in the scent of his cologne the way he gifted you stuff the way he would surprise you..oh baby he was watching you like really watching you he wouldn't take his eyes off for the second and you were addicted to his touch he really broke you don't into only depending and needing one him and whatever he wanted from you he would get it immediately you were just that certain that he was the one...
You were walking down the hallway at midnight likely because you couldn't sleep you had gone to the kitchen of the base likely to fix you some spicy ramen late at night you also thought to yourself (girl you gonna be on the toilet...sum wrong with you should've fixed some regular ass noodles but I'll be okay..) as you were eating your ramen you thought to put some hot sauce in your ramen because apparently to you.. you thought that shit wasn't spicy... You kept eating until you saw a damn scary ass shadow that made your heart drop you turned around and it was tamsy... Fuck ass always scaring somebody..
Tamsy: couldn't sleep either... (He asked.. hugging you from behind smiling..that evil ass nice smile)
Y/N: yeah but damn you scared the shit outta me Tamsy... You need to stop sneaking up on folks (you say as you continued eating your noodles)
Tamsy: you know you're gonna get the bubble guts.. you should stop eating that immediately im not tryna hear you screaming for an hour (he took them damn noodles and threw that shit away... at least he saved your booty hole from burning...)
Y/N: Man why the fuck!.. did you take my damn noodles and threw them away and stop playing with me talking about I'm gonna be on the toilet... (Tamsy gave you a side eye clearly saying I'm tryna help your dumbass out... better be LUCKY your my girlfriend)
Y/N: not too much with that look Tamsy.. (you rolled your eyes walking away from him but it was always something about that man you always loved...)
1 week later- it was just midnight again you couldn't sleep again you were missing Tamsy wishing he would be in your bed
You got up and walked through the hallway just tired and you see Tamsy up leaning on the side of the wall you went up to him confused...
Y/N: why are you still awake.. (you tried ignoring the heat between your legs just by looking at him...you started to remember all the times you asked him to use his Jinki on you as much as he wanted to do it he restrained himself...)
Tamsy: waiting on you to get up I know you're wet you don't even have to tell me... (He just smiled darkly this man was so fucking cocky as much as you hated to admit you were wet and needy by now...) since everyone is asleep we can go to my room... And this time I'll use my Jinki on you only because you kept begging I hate hurting my girlfriends feelings...
And with that you both were walking to his room it's been a while since you both had sex your damn selves it has been weeks of that and since you both were horny you thought let's give it a shot at it...
And as soon as you walked in his room you took your clothes off in a hurry you wasn't wasting any time until you were naked until he caught you off guard as soon as you looked in his beautiful eyes he used his Jinki with that devious evil ass smile trapping you and dragging you down onto the bed...
Your wrist and legs bind together he also had his blue ropes around your chest and stomach.... Oh he knew what he was doing all you could do is just try your best not to move at all just breathing it was quiet until he let out a dark chuckle the one that scared you half to death but somehow still made you wet
Tamsy walked over to the bed touching your body that seemed to shake... The ropes getting tighter painfully as you keep moving accidentally..
Tamsy: the more you move the tighter they get so calm down Hun.. (and with that he took his clothes fully off your pussy got so damn wet just from watching him it started dripping onto the bed..)
Tamsy puts his cock on your entrance slowly teasing going back and forth with it practically making your pussy drool (you moan a little bit wanting to feel him completely but instead he covered your mouth) wouldn't want nobody to hear us.. hm..?
Y/N: you nodded unable to think all you could think about is his cock going inside of you...
And with that Tamsy slammed his cock inside deep inside of you causing you to moan really loud he groaned at the sensation of your pussy he started thrusting and had to cover your mouth you were practically going crazy the rope tightening on you more a mix of pleasure and pain all together...
Tamsy: (he whispered in your ear) calm down you wouldn't want to wake everyone up now would you...hm.. you're squeezing me does us getting caught turn you on... But keep quiet for me okay...
Y/N: moaning in his hand her eyes rolling in the back of her head as he just kept going your tits bouncing perfect with the friction of him slamming back into you..
And as Tamsy thrusts into you roughly, he wasn't laying up on you at all...the ropes pulling your body back onto his cock with each movement. The friction of the ropes against your sensitive pussy and skin that created a overwhelming sensation that borders on torture that felt so good to you and you couldn't help it you were addicted to him bad..
Your body is completely his...every muscle straining against the unyielding bonds as he pounds into you relentlessly.
The ropes were cutting deeper into your flesh with each powerful thrust, drawing blood in some areas... And the metallic scent of blood mingles with the scent of sex, driving Tamsy into a daze scenario he was licking the blood off as well
His cock hits deep inside you, making your vision blur from both pain and pleasure as the ropes tighten further.
Tamsy: so fucking good... Just so fucking good it feels so good the way your just taking this i might actually wanna do this with you more aughh-... I'm gonna cum I'm cummin- ahh- lemme cum inside you please... (He was begging for it...so much you couldn't help it he removed his hand for a second to let you answer..)
Y/N: yes Tamsy please cum inside of me.. please baby keep going you can ahh- please cum.. I'm gonna cum cum too.. ~
Tamsy groans deeply when you said that and he empties himself inside you, his hot cum mixing with your blood and juices. The ropes pulse with energy as they absorb your combined essence.
Your body convulses violently as you cum, the ropes holding you in place as you're overwhelmed by the intense sensations. Your pussy clenches around Tamsy's cock, milking him for every drop.
He keeps himself buried deep inside you, refusing to pull out as he watches you struggle to recover from the intense orgasm. The ropes finally loosen slightly, allowing you to breathe properly
Y/N: thank you Tamsy... (You said breathlessly you were still bleeding though you knew tomorrow is gonna hurt like hell..when you move)
Tamsy: darling it's fine you don't have to say thank you... But I am happy you said it though... (He smiled breathlessly..)
Hey y'all just did this for y'all since the pole was winning apparently... YALL JUST LOVE TAMSY HUH LIKE I BE GETTING TIRED OF SEEING TAMSY WHY NOT JABBER- lol but it's cool though I still like writing fics about Tamsy also if you wanna be tagged please comment tag me please... lilmisstea~
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Summary: Y/N is a player secretly taken into Inho's private chamber after he becomes dangerously obsessed with her. He claims he fell for her the moment he saw her and refuses to let her return to the games. On her birthday, he tries to celebrate with cake and balloons—only for her to demand he free her.
Warnings: Dark themes / morally grey behavior. Obsessive & possessive behavior.Pinning. Implied sexual content (non-graphic) Unhinged character behavior.Birthday theme in a dark context.
Author's Note: Happy Birthday, anon! I'm sorry if I'm late, I was just confused between different ideas 😭 Hope you'll like this one, I wrote it in a rush.
The private chamber was colder than the games outside — quiet, almost sacred, lit only by a single lamp that painted the walls in a warm, eerie glow.
Y/N had learned the pattern.
Nightfall → footsteps → the steel door unlocking → him.
Tonight was different.
When she heard the metallic shift of the lock, she crossed her arms tight across her chest, bracing herself.
The door opened.
Inho stepped inside — mask on, posture unreadable, but his hands held something she had never expected to see behind the walls of death.
A small cake.
Candles.
Several balloons tied with ribbon.
He set them down carefully on the table, the mask laying beside it.
“Happy birthday” he said quietly.
Her throat tightened.
It was twisted. It was… almost sweet.
And it terrified her.
“In-ho” she whispered, stepping back. “You have to stop this. Let me go. Please.”
He froze.
Not a physical freeze — something worse.
Stillness.
Silent, lethal stillness.
He turned his head toward her.
The single sharp of his jaw tilted, like a predator locking onto the sound of its prey.
“You want to leave?” he repeated, voice low.
“Yes” she snapped. “I don’t belong here. You can’t just keep me.”
The air changed.
It thickened. Pressed.
Like gravity buckling under something monstrous being pulled to the surface.
He took one step toward her.
Then another.
Y/N backed up until her spine hit the wall.
His voice dropped — soft, calm, terrifyingly calm.
“I bought you here because I saw you” he murmured.
“You moved differently than the others. You fought. You survived. And I—”
He lifted a gloved hand, touching her jaw with deliberate slowness.
“—wanted you.”
She swallowed hard, breath stuttering. “Inho… let me go.”
That was the moment.
The snap.
His hand tightened instantly on her jaw, not enough to hurt — enough to force her eyes up to him.
“No.”
The word wasn’t loud.
It was quiet — and that was the worst part.
“Do you know,” he whispered, “what it did to me… seeing you beg to leave? On your birthday?”
She gasped as he pressed closer, caging her in with his body, one hand gripping her wrist and pinning it hard beside her head.
“You should be thanking me” he hissed softly.
“Not fighting me. Not trying to run. Not talking about freedom like it’s something you still have.”
She struggled — and he slammed her other wrist above her head too, catching both with one hand.
“Stop.” she breathed. “Just stop—”
“No” he murmured, eyes burning.
“You want to fight? On your birthday?”
His breath grazed her neck.
“I will break every last piece of that stubbornness tonight.”
Her chest rose sharply. “You can’t do this—”
“Oh, I can.” His voice dropped to a sinful, dangerous whisper.
“And I will.”
He lowered his head, mouth brushing her throat, breath burning against her skin.
“You forgot who you’re dealing with,” he whispered.
“You forgot who owns this place. Who owns everything here.”
His free hand slid slowly down her side, deliberate, claiming, his touch leaving heat under her skin.
“And who owns you.”
She stiffened, breath caught. “I don’t belong to you—”
He slammed her wrists harder against the wall, making her gasp.
“You do.” he growled.
“And I’m done pretending otherwise.”
His breath brushed her cheek as he leaned closer.
“Look at me.”
She did — trembling — anger and fear and something else tangled in her chest.
That was when his tone changed.
The snap wasn’t just rage.
It was obsession.
“You think I bought a cake,” he whispered, “and balloons…”
His fingers slid to her chin, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to stare into his dark eyes.
“…for someone I’d ever let go?”
Her heartbeat hammered. “Inho—”
“No.” His voice broke, cracked with something raw and uncontrolled.
“You don’t understand what you do to me.”
He stepped closer until his chest was flush to hers, pinning her fully to the wall.
“I can’t stand the thought of you wanting anyone else. I can’t stand the idea of anyone else touching you. I can’t stand the idea of you walking out of this room and disappearing.”
His breath trembled — the first sign he was losing control.
“So you’re staying here,” he murmured, “with me. Tonight. Tomorrow. As long as I decide.”
She shook her head, tears burning in her eyes. “You’re insane.”
“Yes.” He didn’t even hesitate. “For you.”
He freed her wrists — only to grab her by the waist and lift her off her feet, carrying her toward the table where the cake and candles sat.
“Now, I'll give you a gift,” he said softly.
“And you'll take it.”
He set her on the edge of the table, crowding between her legs, his hands gripping her hips with the kind of strength that left no room for argument.
“You cry so pretty when you’re scared,” he murmured. “And when you want me.”
Her breath hitched.
He leaned forward until his forehead touched her's.
“You want to leave?” His voice was a quiet, lethal whisper. “Then convince me.”
“I shouldn’t have to—”
His hand slid into her hair, gripping, pulling her head back so he could look directly into her eyes.
“You’re not leaving,” he murmured.
“Not tonight. Not when it’s your birthday.”
His thumb stroked her lower lip.
“Not when I haven’t even given you your real gift yet.”
She trembled. “Inho…”
“Say it.” He tilted her chin. “Say what you’re thinking.”
“I… don’t know.”
“You do.” He lowered his mouth to her cheek, voice thick with hunger. “You always do.”
He pressed closer. “You want me.”
Her breath caught.
“You want me,” he repeated, darker, rougher, “even when you’re scared. Even when you fight. Even now.”
Her silence was his answer.
His voice dropped to a sinful whisper.
“I should punish you for talking about leaving.” Her pulse spiked.
“Or…” his hand stroked her thigh slowly,
“…I can give you a birthday you’ll never forget.”
She shivered.
His mouth angled toward her ear.
“You won’t walk tomorrow,” he murmured.
“A pretty little reminder that you belong to me.”
Her breath broke.
“And if you’re good,” he added softly,
“I’ll even let you blow out the candles after.”
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The candles flickered behind him as In-ho pushed her gently, firmly, back onto the table — not rough enough to hurt, but with the certainty of someone who had already made his decision about her.
“Lie back” he said, voice dipped in something sinful.
Y/N did, breath shaking.
His gloved hands slid along her thighs with unhurried possession, as if memorizing every inch of her, as if confirming she was real — here — his.
“You’re trembling,” he whispered.
“I’m not—”
He laughed, low and dark. “You are.”
His fingers traced her waist, her stomach, her ribs.
“All this fight, all this attitude… but look at you now.”
His body came over hers.
Strong. Controlled.
A wall of heat pinning her to the cold metal table.
“You want to be free,” he murmured, lips brushing her cheek.
“But your body knows exactly who it belongs to.”
Her breath caught as his hands tightened on her hips, drawing a gasp from her lips — not from pain, but from the sudden, overwhelming closeness.
He stilled.
That single sound snapped whatever restraint was left in him.
His breath broke, harsh and hungry.
“I’m losing my mind over you,” he whispered, voice cracking with the confession.
“You don’t even know what you do to me.”
His forehead pressed to hers.
“And now,” he whispered,
“I’m going to ruin you properly.”
When he finally pushes into you, he does it slow, letting you feel every inch, watching your expression with darkened eyes.
“Look at me” he breathes, cupping your cheek as he rolls his hips deeper. “I want to see every little reaction you try to hide.”
He praises you in a low, ruined voice —
“How perfect you are…”
“How good you take me…”
“How I can’t let anyone else have you…”
— words too sweet for the way he’s thrusting into you, steady and possessive.
“Good,” he murmured, voice dark with satisfaction. “That’s exactly how I want you.”
The room seemed to disappear.
The balloons.
The steel walls.
The cold.
Everything faded as he moved with a control that was almost worship, almost punishment — a rhythm that made her thighs shake around him.
His hands pinned her wrists again when she grabbed at him. His breath stuttered when she said his name.
The table creaked beneath them, soft metallic echoes swallowed by his low, ragged murmurs against her throat.
“You’re mine.”
A kiss to her neck.
“And you’re staying.”
Another hot whisper.
“Say it.”
“I—”
He pressed harder, voice breaking into a growl.
“Say. It.”
“I’m yours.”
His whole body shuddered — a tremor of relief, madness, victory.
“That’s my girl.”
The candles trembled.
Her breath hitched.
And In-ho lost himself in her, controlled only by how much he wanted her to fall apart under him.
And she did.
Again.
And again.
Until her legs were shaking violently and her voice broke into a soft, helpless sound he swallowed with his mouth.
Only when she was limp, breathless, and trembling did he finally stop.
His chest heaved against hers. His hands stayed on her thighs like he didn’t trust the universe not to take her away if he let go.
Slowly — carefully — he lifted her into his arms.
She was too weak to protest.
Her head fell to his shoulder, skin still hot and flushed as he carried her toward the bed in the corner.
He laid her down gently.
Almost reverently.
Her body shook.
Her breathing uneven.
He cupped her face with a gloved hand.
“Breathe,” he murmured, voice softened to something dangerously tender.
“You did so well…”
His face was flushed too — eyes dark, hair damp, lips slightly parted from the intensity he tried and failed to hide.
He sat beside her on the bed.
Then picked up the small birthday cake from the table, lit the candles again and returned to her, kneeling between her trembling legs.
“You’re shaking,” he whispered.
“You made me” she breathed.
His pupils dilated. “Yes.”
He picked up the tiny fork.
“And I’m not done.”
He touched the cool edge of the fork to her lower lip.
Her breath hitched.
“Open” he murmured.
She obeyed.
He fed her a piece of cake, watching every movement of her mouth with a hunger that bordered on reverent obsession.
“Sweet” he said quietly.
“But not as sweet as you were a few minutes ago.”
Her thighs fluttered involuntarily — a small, helpless reaction she couldn’t hide.
His jaw clenched.
He looked wrecked, undone, and still starving.
He set the fork down.
Brushed his fingers along her chin.
“Look at you…” he whispered.
“Birthday girl… shaking under me… still wanting more.”
She swallowed hard.
He leaned closer, lips brushing her ear.
“Tell me you’re not going anywhere,” he murmured.
“Tell me you’re staying in my room until I tell you to leave.”
His hand slipped around her waist, pulling her softly into his lap.
“And I’ll give you cake… kisses… anything you want.”
Her breath trembled.
She felt small under him — but not powerless.
Wanted.
Claimed.
Desired.
She whispered “…I’m staying.”
Something broke in him — not violent, but soft, desperate, grateful.
He cupped her face and kissed her forehead like it was an oath.
