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shogunish · 10 months

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𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗿𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝘆.

pairing. pervy roommate! gojo x f! reader

genre. (implied) friends to lovers, smut

warnings. panty sniffing, gojo jacks off with reader's panties, hair-pulling, pet names (doll, love), loss of virginity, rough sex, unprotected sex, big dick gojo, choking, gojo and reader are in their late teens ok (18 - 19), fingering

words. 6k

summary. satoru always hated laundry day, but now he's quite fond of it. after all, he gets to see all your cute panties and steal a pair for his personal use.

note. i want to use his cum as a face mask and this is the result 👩🏻‍🦯

comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! <3

"Satoru, you're–"

"Handsome, intelligent, charming and funny." A smirk graces Satoru's features and he probably would've flipped his hair if it was any longer. He sends you a cheeky wink as he leans against the kitchen counter, as full of himself as ever as he strikes a pose that would make any girl swoon for him. "Yeah, I know."

Well, any girl but you.

Sometimes, you wonder why you agreed to be Satoru's roommate. Maybe it was the fact that Jujutsu dorms cost so much that you couldn't handle the finances on your own and like the snake in Adam and Eve's garden, Satoru seduced you into this hilarious arrangement.

"I've got the money," he said.

"It'll be fun," he said.

A sigh slips your lips and if it weren't for the laundry basket in your hands, you would've put your palm to your head. This man is the sole cause of all your headaches. "You're doing the laundry today."

And with an echoing smack, you drop the laundry basket in front of his feet with your infamous are-you-kidding-me look.

"Again?!" Satoru pouts as he begrudgingly picks up the basket of dirty laundry and glares at the clothes like they're his sworn enemy, his arch nemesis. "I did them like two weeks ago, right? This counts as roommate abuse, I'm certain!" Is that a whine you hear in his voice?

Crossing your arms over one another, you pop your hip to the side and raise a fine eyebrow at your stupidly handsome roommate. "And I did them last week. It's your turn now, Satoru," your voice is stern as you bend over slightly in an accusing way. "While I signed up to deal with your chaotic ass, you signed up to do the laundry every two weeks!"

The daggers your eyes throw at Satoru make him think twice about dishing out another smart comment, but he can't help it. He thinks you're cute when you glare at him like this, hands on your hips and the hint of your cleavage blessing his Six Eyes. It's the only reason why he winds you up like this.

"Whoa there! If you keep glowering like this, you'll get wrinkles!," Satoru snickers as he dashes into the bathroom before you could cuss him out or toss another piece of laundry at his head. For some reason, you had once managed to toss a pair of his dirty boxers at his head from around the damn corner.

Satoru swears up and down that you put cursed energy into your throw, but you deny all accusations like you're a saint.

"No idea what you're talking about," you smiled.

"Maybe it got possessed by the laundry curse," you said.

He still calls bullshit on your claims.

Satoru finds himself sitting on the cool tiles of the bathroom. It's a little small with the laundry basket by his side, but he'll survive..right?

A bored look settles down on his face as he glances at the laundry, sighs in agony and grabs two articles of clothing, one being white, the other being a bright baby blue. In the back of his head, he can hear you nagging him about something..something seemingly important.

What was it again..?

Ah, right.

"Remember to separate the whites from the colored ones," Satoru mocks you in a high-pitched voice as he disregards your advice with purpose and stuffs your baby blue summer dress into the washing machine along with his snow white dress shirt.

Honestly, what could go wrong? The laundry coming out fresh and clean? Boohoo, what a bummer. It'd be a shame if the two of you had good-smelling clothing. How scary.

Pettily, Satoru tosses the laundry into the washing machine piece after piece. As he reaches the bottom of the laundry basket, interest gleams in his eyes as he spots the couple of bras and panties you hid underneath all the clothing and his underwear (which he always boldly and responsibly puts in the laundry!).

After several months of living together, Satoru has seen your underwear more times than he can count and he wonders why you're still so embarrassed about it. He's seen all your granny panties.

A pair of simple, dark purple panties catch his attention. Nimble fingers are quick to pick them up and Satoru regards them with..intrigue. They're plain and it's obvious you haven't gotten laid yet, but there's a cute little bow at the front. These must be new, he concludes.

Your nude feet are still parading around the kitchen as you diligently clean the space just like the two of you agreed on and it'd take a while for you to finish your part of the deal. Nevertheless, Satoru quietly shuts the door just in case..

"These are cute..," he muses to himself and stretches the fabric with his two index fingers. Lips pursed in thought, brilliant blue eyes scrutinize the panties with a certain glint like he's assessing, judging them over the rim of his pitch black sunglasses.

This is a good pair of panties, but nowhere as cute as the ones with the floral patterns; those are Satoru's personal favorites that are still hidden in his nightstand's drawer. He swears he's no pervert, but he can't help himself!

You're nothing but sweet to Satoru, always offering him the last slice of pizza and taking care of him when he's sick. A cute red hue dusts your cheeks whenever he teases you and oh, the way you stumble over your words when he compliments you! You get so awkward, it's cute.

What does Shoko call you? Ah right, a girlfailure.

Luckily for you, Satoru is very much into the girlfailure he shares the dorm with, although he hides it well behind an exterior of teasing, banter and his natural charm.

Once Satoru is done inspecting your panties, he brings the fabric to his nose and inhales your scent, feeling a little ball of heat form in the pit of his stomach. He gulps down the lump in his throat. There's no scent sweeter than that of your pussy when you got your own panties wet. It's obvious on that little wet patch darkening the fabric a tad bit.

Oh, how adorable you have to be when your little cunt gets excited, soaks your panties and you can't do anything about it.

"Hmm..," Satoru hums in thought before stuffing that certain pair of panties into his pockets. "I'll keep these for research purposes."

It's late at night when Satoru tosses and turns in his bed. It's not the summer heat that makes it hard to fall asleep, but the thought of you. The way you'd show off your legs in those little shorts, your cleavage blessing his glimmering eyes from underneath the top and the way you are..you around him.

All of it gets to him in ways that he could never say out loud or else you'd kick him out in an instant.

"This sucks," Satoru groans and tosses an arm over his eyes, rolling around in self-pity. Who would've guessed that he'd fall for the cute new classmate who has as much of an attitude as he does? Maybe if you weren't like this, he wouldn't be lying on his back, fighting back a raging boner as he thinks about your sweet smile.

Satoru tries ignoring it. He thinks of Yaga's cursed corpses, Shoko calling him a loser for staring at you like a love-struck puppy and the way you felt in his arms when he had to save you from a curse.

He sighs in agony. Enough is enough!

Satoru hooks his fingers into the elastics of his sweatpants and boxers, pulling them down in one swift motion. A wet smack bounces off the walls as his cock springs free and slaps against his abdomen, twitching and throbbing. Satoru groans.

The tip is flushed a pretty shade of red and pre-cum oozes from the slit, pooling on his heated skin. His cock is curved upwards and certainly doesn't lack in thickness or length. A pretty vein runs across the sensitive skin, starting from the base and going all the way up to the flushed tip.

Shit..," Satoru cusses softly and briefly leans his head back against the headboard with a dull thud. Just thinking about you wearing those cute panties, pushing them to the side and sheathing his cock in your tight hole is enough to get him this hard, to get him this eager to fuck you.

But he can't.

You'd likely slap the living daylights out of him.

Satoru wraps your used panties around his hand like he's done many, many times before before he fists his cock. One drag up and another one going down. The soft fabric of your panties rub him just the right way, drawing a deep groan from the depth of his chest.

"Fuck, [Name]..," he breathes out and gradually begins rubbing his cock at a steady pace. "You'll be the death of me.."

Satoru can no longer help himself. His Adam's apple bobs as he gulps, thinking of your cute smile. The way you call out his name, come crawling to him when you need comfort and not to mention you accidentally flashed him your panties when you were up against a curse.

But that's not all. He can only imagine sinking himself into your cunt, stretching you out and making you cry as he fucks you into the mattress. Certainly, he'd leave your greedy pussy leaking of his cum and wanting more until he'd overstimulate himself.

Satoru moves his fist faster and tightens his grip around his cock. Pre-cum stains the dark fabric of your panties that slide along his length so effortlessly, like you've chosen that specific pair just for him to use.

"Crap, just a bit more..," he mumbles, voice thick with a mix of longing and lust alike.

One tight drag upwards, he uses his thumb to massage the swollen head of his cock, squeezing some more pre-cum out. The white essence stains his fist, your used panties and trickles down the length of his cock until the drops pool at his heavy balls.

Would you let him use your hand like that?

Scratch that, why would he cum over your delicate hand when he could fuck your mouth, have tears streaming down your cheeks and cum down your little throat?

Yeah, that seems much better.

"Fuck, yeah.. Just like that.." Satoru's abs twitch in anticipation and his cock twitches in his hands as he gradually speeds up. The scent of your panties invades his nose, making him delirious and clouding his mind. All he can think about is cumming in your pretty panties.

His hips buck up into his fists and he quickly wraps the crotch of your panties around the tip. He's so close he can taste it. "Ah.. Ngh.. Fuck.. Yes, yes, yes!"

The movement of Satoru's fist is messy, almost needy as he finally cums with your name on his tongue. "Ah fuuck, [Name].."

Pearly white cum stains the fabric of your panties and soaks them as Satoru rubs himself through his orgasm, milking himself of every last drop. Groans and moans generously spill from his lips as he thinks of you, your perfect lips wrapped around his tip and swallowing his cum like a good girl.

Sweat trickles down his temple as he comes down from his high, soft huffs escaping his lips. Pulling the panties away from the head of his cock, Satoru stares at the pool of cum like he's entranced.

He wonders if you'd wear those with his cum on them, his seed sticking to your pretty pussy all damn day.

"Shit.." Satoru wants to discard the panties, let them join the laundry basket so you wouldn't notice but when his brilliant blue eyes flutter open, they suddenly meet your gaze.

Your eyes are wide, lips parted and your tongue slides out to wet them. A glimmer of shock swims in your eyes and a hue of red dusts the apples of your cheeks.

All you wanted was to seek out his company since you had trouble sleeping, but when you opened the door just a tiny bit, you suddenly watch Satoru shamelessly jacking himself off with your newest pair of panties. As embarrassed as you are, you cannot deny the throb between your legs or the wetness pooling there.

He looked..pretty when he came.

Satoru groans. "Instead of watching, you could help a guy out, you know?"

"Excuse me..?" Your ears must be deceiving you just like your eyes. Certainly, this has to be a very realistic dream in which you catch Satoru jacking off, but you'd wake up soon, right? You'd wake up and keep this dream to yourself to save yourself from Satoru's onslaught of teasing words.

Clicking his tongue, Satoru sits up on his bed and pets the spot beside him. "You can't sleep, right? C'mere, I'll help you out."

Yes, this definitely has to be a fever dream of yours.

Against your better judgment, you sit down right next to your roommate who still has your panties - which are stained with his cum - in his fist. The mattress dips with your weight and you shyly fold your hands in your lap. You can't bring yourself to look Satoru in the eyes. Not when his cock is out in the open and standing at attention again.

"Look at me," Satoru demands and for a brief second, you do look at him only to bashfully avoid your gaze again. He thinks nothing of it. Grabbing your chin, he makes you look at him and your lips part in shock once more. "What's wrong, hm? You're usually not so..shy," he teases in low, raspy tones.

In the dim light of the little lamp on his nightstand, being dipped in soft orange hues, your eyes glimmer. Words don't come to you easily, your throat feels tight. How the hell are you supposed to react?

"This is..weird," you manage to squeak out and squeeze your eyes shut for a moment.

Satoru looks at you and then down at himself. He must admit that it is quite the entertaining situation with his dick whipped out, but with the way you're not pushing him away, he knows he's got you on the hook. All you need is a little bit of..coaxing.

"It's only weird if you want it to be." Satoru leans in until his lips are on your ear, whispering right into it. His hot breath sends a pleasant tingle down your spine and his lips press a gentle kiss to the shell of your ear. The kissing sound is soft, yet so wet.

"Satoru, you're–"

"Shh, just relax..," he whispers into your ear. Cupping your jaw lovingly, slow kisses travel from your ear to your cheek and end up on your lips. His kiss is firm, slow, yet there's a certain amount of desire laced into it like he wants you to drown in the pleasure along with him.

You hold Satoru's gaze through half-lidded eyes as your lips move in perfect sync; the result of having worked together for several years now. A firework of butterflies goes off within your tummy, sparking a fire and setting the blood within your veins ablaze. You can't fight it anymore.

Not when he kisses you like he loves you.

When Satoru sneaks his tongue past your lips and draws a soft moan from you, he smiles into the kiss. He finally has you where he's been wanting you for so long. You melt into his strong arms and paw at his chest like you want something more from him, but all he does is chuckle at your silent plea.

Breaking the kiss, a thin string of saliva connects your lips to his and your breath comes out in short huffs. Satoru smiles as he sees the hazy look on your face. "That's a good girl," he praises. "In the end, you're just my girl, aren't you?" He's oh-so-gentle when he strokes your cheeks and you swear..you're falling for him. Hard.

You nod your head. "Yes. I'm..your girl."

"Come here." Satoru cups your jaw and pulls you into another kiss, this time sneaking his tongue past your lips. He draws a surprised gasp from your lips, but he pays it little to no mind as you melt into the kiss. Freely, he explores your mouth and shoves his tongue in just a bit deeper.

Your fingers bury themselves in his hair as you let your back down onto the mattress, pulling Satoru down with you. He gets comfortable between your legs and uses one hand to caress the skin of your upper thigh. Oh, you're so soft compared to his calloused hands.

He trails kisses from your jaw down to your neck where he playfully nibbles at the sensitive skin. Frisky lips suckle your skin between his teeth, sucking pretty hues of purple and blue into your skin. Your hands grasp his tee, a pleasured hiss slips your lips. "S-Satoru.."

Satoru smiles. You sound so cute.

But he doesn't stop there. No. Calloused hands grip your waist and Satoru trails his kisses and bites lower towards your collarbone and furrows his brows when he comes into contact with the sorry excuse of a top you're wearing. It irritates him, but he knows just the way to solve it.

"Off with it." With one swift motion, he pulls your top up and off, tossing it into some corner of his room. Sitting up on his knees, brilliant blue eyes drink your body in.

Those rosy cheeks and shimmering eyes, the curve of your collarbone and your perky little tits begging for his attention. Your waist feels just right in his large hands.

Satoru can't help but smirk. "You're a pretty little thing, aren't you?," he muses more to himself than you and before you can say anything, he dips his head low and greedily. sucks your nipple into his mouth.

Arching your back off the mattress, you moan his name in broken syllables. White strands of hair tickle your skin, but that's not even the most distracting thing. It's the way he grabs your tits, gropes them and swirls his tongue around your nipples.

"A-ah, Satoru!" Your hands fly into his hair, tugging at the roots, but Satoru pays you no mind. In fact, he groans in appreciation. "Slow down!," you beg but he skillfully ignores your pleas like always.

"Are they sensitive?" Satoru pulls away from your nipple with a wet pop and smirks as it glistens in his saliva. "They look sensitive." Grabbing a new handful of your tits, he squeezes them harder until you whine, kiss-swollen lips parted and all. You curl your toes and dumbly nod your head. "Of course they are.."

Wrapping his strong arms around your waist, Satoru leans in until his lips brush against the conch of your ear. He gives it a slow, tantalizing lick. "You're so responsive and sensitive. I can't wait to hear you when I sink my cock into you," he whispers into your ear, voice rough and thick with primal lust.

"Then do it," you whine and buck your hips up into his. Your clothed pussy grinds into his cock in delicious ways. You can feel his size through the material and briefly wonder how he's supposed to fit. "Just fuck me already, Toru.."

Your begging catches Satoru off-guard. He blinks at you once, twice before his lips crack into a mischievous smile. "My, my, you're so impatient and demanding for a virgin." It feels like he's mocking you as he's pulling his tee off, revealing his toned abs to your greedy little hands. "I've gotta prep you a bit, doll. Or else you'll whine about how it's too big."

With blazing, fond eyes, Satoru watches you as your hands appreciatively wander from his toned stomach all the way up to his muscled chest. Your gentle touch is enough to leave a burning path behind that makes his muscles twitch underneath the tips of your fingers.

"I would never..," you mumble absent-mindedly, soft palms stroking his flexing biceps all the way down to his forearms. You've seen Satoru shirtless countless times and yet, you never quite realized just how..built he really is. It's about damn time you appreciate him, right?

"Oh baby.. Yes, you would.." Satoru grabs your hand and presses a kiss to the center of your palm before guiding it to the elastic of his shorts and boxers, encouraging you to pull them off completely.

You take a steady breath through your nose and hold his gaze while pulling off the rest of his clothes, tossing them away like he did earlier. For a moment, you don't dare to look any lower than his mesmerizing eyes. It felt..indecent, but isn't that the fun part?

"There we go," Satoru snickers once the remaining clothes are off your body and on his bedroom floor. He's shameless as he grabs your knees and forces your legs open to stare at your leaking cunt. The lips are glossy and sticky with arousal. If he looks closely, he can see your tight walls fluttering around nothing. "Fuck..gonna loosen you up a bit first, okay? It'll feel good, trust me."

"Y-yes.." You nod your head, voice barely above a whisper.

Satoru kneels in-between your legs and uses his fingers to spread your pussy lips open. Long fingers massage your messy lips to get you used to the feeling, steadily rubbing them up and down before his fingers go to brush your clit.

"Ah!" You curl in on yourself, your thighs want to squeeze shut but are stopped by Satoru's slim waist. "Satoru, that's–!"

"Good, isn't it?" He finishes your sentence with a smug expression on his face and cocks his head to the side as he watches you squirm. His thumb teases your clit in slow circles, playfully flicking the nub a few times until you're moaning his name. Oh, Satoru's having way too much fun touching you like this.

"Yes, yes! O-oh!" Your eyes go wide as Satoru lathers his fingers in your essence and glides his middle finger down to your entrance, slowly sliding it into your tight cunt. "It feels..funny.."

Satoru laughs. It's loud and melodious and makes you blush deeply. "Don't worry. You'll feel good in a moment. Just relax and enjoy it, doll."

Gently, Satoru curves his finger upwards and thrusts it in and out of your cunt. The initial uncertainness on your face morphs into pleasure and your head drops back into the pillows. Soft moans and sighs spill from your lips, your legs fall open. Pleasure begins to cloud your mind.

"Good girl," he praises you and lowers himself on top of you to press a kiss to your cheek. "All you have to do is take my fingers one by..," Satoru trails off and eases his ring finger into your cunt, gently rubbing that sweet spot within you. "..one."

"Ngh..ah..oh god.." You dig your fingers into the sheets below and arch your back, pressing your tits flush against his hard chest. With twitching thighs, you grind your hips into Satoru's skilled fingers and moan your praises right into his ear. "More.. Need more.."

"You're still a bit too tight for my cock, love," Satoru chuckles as he picks up the pace, fingerling your little pussy in scissoring motions. "I don't wanna see you cry about it..yet."

Each time he drills his fingers into you, his skin smacks against yours, making your hole squelch embarrassingly loud. Moans and whimpers spill from your lips as Satoru effortlessly pokes that sweet spot that you could never reach. Excitedly, your walls flutter around his fingers, sucking them in deeper and welcoming his index finger.

The stretch burns in delicious ways as he spreads his fingers a bit, making sure to spread you a bit before he'd fuck you.

"There we go," Satoru murmurs once you can take all three of his fingers and your juices drip onto the sheets. The smile gracing his lips almost seems to be one of pride. "Think you can take me yet, doll?"

Hastily, you nod your head. "Yes, please! I want you so bad, Toru.."

Satisfied with your answer, Satoru slowly pulls his fingers from your pussy, a thin string of arousal following the tips of his fingers. Your juices are webbed between his fingers and he can't help but admire it for a moment before licking his fingers clean.

"Mhh..I can't wait to put my mouth on you next time," Satoru muses as your taste clouds his taste buds. But where's the fun when he's the only one tasting your juices? With a smirk, he pries your lips open and slides his fingers into your mouth. "Go on. Taste yourself."

A soft expression falls over your face as you wrap your tongue around Satoru's fingers and suck on them. The taste of your cunt has you flushing from your chest up. This is filthy, something you've never even thought of doing, but with Satoru..you'd nearly do everything he demands of you. And so you eagerly suck his fingers clean with a little moan.

Once he's certain you've done your job right, Satoru pulls his fingers out of your mouth and absent-mindedly wipes them dry on the sheets. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulls your body flush to his and pushes you into the mattress with his weight. His breath fans across your cheeks.

"This might sting a bit, doll. But you'll get used to it, yeah?," he assures you. Although he appears so composed and level-headed, one glance towards his cock is enough to let you know that he's just as impatient as you are.

Your eyes fall back to his and you wrap your arms around his neck. "It's okay..I can take it."

Satoru smiles and locks your lips with his as he swiftly thrusts his hips against yours, sheathing his cock within your tight walls. It's a messy kiss; you whine into his mouth as he stretches your cunt out and slowly goes deeper, deeper, deeper. Your nails are buried in his scalp, pulling at his hair and your breath comes out in pathetic huffs.

Once he's balls deep in your pussy, Satoru breaks the excuse of a kiss and rests his forehead on your own, composing himself. A steady huff slips his lips as he tries his best to keep still. "Fuck.. I loosened you up and you're still so fucking tight," he groans.

Satoru's words send a shiver down your spine and your walls seem to suck him in a bit deeper. "Shit.. You're b-big..," you say, voice a bit high-pitched but sugary sweet.

He laughs, gently. That's the sort of ego boost someone like Gojo Satoru definitely doesn't need. "I told you it'd be a tight fit."

Large palms caress your thighs and hips while he's peppering kisses up and down your neck. "Tell me when I can move, doll.."

For a moment, you bask in the attention Satoru so generously provides you with. Little kisses, gentle caresses and sweet nothings whispered in your ear. The pain of the stretch slowly ebbs away and you nod your head. "Move, Toru..," you mumble with a desperate edge. "Please move.."

You don't have to tell him twice. Satoru pulls his hips back until only the tip remains and slowly thrusts back into your cunt with a deep grunt. Dull fingernails bury themselves into the skin of your hips as he sets a slow pace and draws moan after sweet moan from your lips.

Your toes curl. Satoru's cock presses into all the right spots that you could never reach on your own. He wipes all worries and every possible thought from your mind. You throw your head back into the pillows and arch your back, tits bouncing with each thrust he delivers to your freshly popped cunt. "Ah..mh..fuck yes.."

Your moans increase in volume and pitch; he picks up the pace and buries his face in the crook of your neck where he bites into the skin to muffle his own noises, claiming you as his. "Crap..so tight..so wet.." A few curses fall from Satoru's lips.

Pushing you further into the mattress, Satoru grabs your wrists and pins them up above your head; you don't even seem to notice. He finishes each thrust with a roll of his hips and groans whenever your gummy walls flutter around him, needing him to stay right where he is.

Suddenly, your eyes go wide and a little scream is torn from your throat. "Ah! Toru! Right there!"

"Right here?," Satoru rolls his hips into yours again, placing his large palm on your lower abdomen, only to draw the very same reaction from you. You rapidly nod your head, lip bitten between your teeth. He smirks. "So that's the spot, huh.."

Satoru interlaces your fingers together and begins abusing that spot for good measure. His cock drills into your poor pussy over and over again as you moan and squirm underneath him. Around his waist, your thighs shake. Your juices drip down your ass and his balls, making each smack just a tad bit louder, filthier. His groans mix with your moans and little babbles.

The way you look at him through half-lidded eyes, taking his pounding like you're made for him specifically and offering your body for his pleasure. It's all too much for Satoru.

"Shit..can't make love to you when you're looking at me like this." Letting go of your hands, Satoru swipes his sweaty strands of hair back and briefly pulls out of you. Calloused palms grip your waist and easily flip you flat on your stomach.

A squeak of surprise slips your lips as your face is suddenly in the pillows and the way you look at him over your shoulder is probably awkward, too. "Toru..?," you ask through heavy pants.

Hands still on your waist, Satoru uses his strength to push you into the mattress, to keep you from squirming. "Hold still. I need to fuck you, doll."

There's no need to question what exactly he means by that when his cock bullies its way into your small cunt again. This time, you cry his name into the pillows and lightly kick your legs as he drills right into that spot that makes you see stars.

Satoru is no longer gentle with you as he fucks into you over and over again, shamelessly using your body like he's dreamed of for so long now. All the cute noises you make only fuel him more until he's pounding you into the mattress.

Eyes rolling into the back of your skull, all you can do is moan his name loud enough for everyone to hear. Any bit of decency or shame is wiped clean from your mind as Satoru drills his cock into you with precision.

"Still such a tight little pussy..," Satoru laughs, his balls slapping against your clit repeatedly. "Do you like it that much when I use you like this? Tell me."

A rough hand grips the roots of your hair on the top of your head as Satoru leans over your body, pressing his front flush to your back as he continues to pound away at your pussy. His mouth is right at your ear, groaning into it. "C'mon, use your big words like you always do, doll."

Tears gather at your eyes and they're quick to run down your cheeks. You can hardly think straight, much less form a coherent sentence with the way he's treating you. It takes you a moment to pull yourself together before your voice comes out as a broken moan paired with sobs. "I love it, Toru! Don't stop, please.. Please, please don't stop.. Feels too good.."

Satoru groans at your words and rewards you with a particularly sharp thrust. The hand in your hair slides down around your throat, choking you lightly as he catches your lips in a sloppy, heated kiss.

Your eyes roll back again as Satoru easily dominates your tongue. The slippery muscles slide against each other, getting all tangled up and making saliva slip from the corner of your mouth. "Fuck, you're so pretty," he grunts into your mouth, his lips finding yours a few times like he needs more of your taste.

"Toru..," you whine, lips swollen from all the kissing and glossy with his saliva. "I'm gonna.. Ah! Oh God!"

"I know baby," Satoru hushes you softly. By the way your cunt clenches around him sporadically, your shaking thighs and those hot tears rolling down your cheeks, he can tell you're close. "Let it go. I've got you."

Your orgasm comes crashing down on you with one skilled roll of Satoru's hips. A yell of his name tears through your throat as you cum all over his cock, making a mess of his lap and the sheets below. He keeps you in check as you squirm and sob and he whispers sweet praises into your ear that go in one ear and out the other. He helps you ride the waves of your high.

"Fuck, gonna fill this sweet pussy up..," Satoru groans and thrusts into your abused cunt a few more times before he buries his face in your neck, groaning your name loudly as he squirts thick ropes of cum right inside. His hips come to a halt as he grinds his essence deeper into you until it seeps out from where he's plugging your hole so deliciously.

For a while, you bask in Satoru's weight collapsing on top of you as he holds you impossibly closer and caresses your lower stomach with sweaty palms. Lazily, he peppers sweet kisses along your neck and pushes your sweaty hair away from his path so he can nuzzle into you all he wants. Snowy strands of hair tickle your face.

"That was..," you start, still out of breath.

"..amazing," Satoru finishes for you with a chuckle.

Not long after, Satoru is kind enough to pull out of you and clean up the mess he's caused. Every once in a while, he claims that it's mainly you who caused the mess since you were, quote "dripping wet", but he's just teasing you, changing not only the sheets but cleaning you up with a damp cloth as well.

Satoru slides right underneath the covers with you and lets you rest your head on his chest while holding you close to his body. Although the room smells like sex, the two of you savor the post-orgasm glow and just..hold each other.

"You know, you're quite the pervert for watching me jack off," Satoru breaks the silence and draws a faux offended gasp from you. Playfully, you smack his chest and he snickers. You always give him such perfect reactions.

"It's you who's the pervert! You jacked off with my panties!" It explains why all your panties disappear for a while only to suddenly spawn from the washing machine.

Satoru rolls his eyes. "Duh? How could I help myself when they're so cute? It's your fault, obviously."

The both of you banter back and forth for a while, mixed with laughter and giggles that fill the room. Despite the fact that Satoru is a panty stealer, the moment is quite sweet. You're glad that you can still laugh with him like this after having done..unspeakable things.

Once the laughter dies down and your eyes grow heavy, you feel like you should confess one more thing before drifting off to dreamland in Satoru's arms. Your voice is quiet and soft as you speak. "I've..used a pair of your boxers.."

Satoru tightens his arm around you and takes a breath through his nose. "Have you touched yourself in them?"

Silence follows, speaking volumes about the deeds you have committed.

"..Can I sniff them?"

"You pervert!"

"Objection! You're just as messed up as I am!"

feel free to send me your jjk thirsts/thoughts and i'll write a lil' something <3

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader smut #gojo satoru smut

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fangirl-dot-com · 6 months

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Head cannons/Quick facts about You! :)

(most of these are going to be for the future, but a few are generalizations)

You are 20 years old – making you the youngest on the grid

Like almost ALL characters, you do not have a good relationship with your parents

Christian and Gerri will step in :)

Only child, but it doesn’t show much

Fairly quiet

Especially in the first few weeks of being on the grid

Everyone thinks that you might not like them, while you think that they might not like you

Out of everyone, Logan is the first to get you to crack

Then comes Oscar, because you know, codependency of Loscar is real

And then Lando, because if someone can befriend Oscar, he can befriend you (you accidentally ran him over one time trying to get on an elevator before you actually met him for real)

And then Alex because of Logan (also you adored his animals)

Max has surprisingly always liked you – being teammates and all

It really started after the Christmas video posted by Red Bull that helped you two become friends

He felt like he needed to look after you

Charles always watched you from a distance

You were his brother’s best friend…he felt a need to make sure you were ok

Not a surprise, you and Fernando bonded over plants – you accidentally interrupted his quiet time on a roof before media day because you wanted to water the flowers (after that, you started calling him grandpa Nando – you’re the only one allowed to do that)

Lewis’s and George’s friendship came at a weird time

You had accidentally gotten locked out of your car one time late after the race had ended

Coincidentally, you three were staying at the same hotel and they offered you a ride

Let’s just say, mischief happened and you had a whining Lando the next day (since he missed out on the fun with his fellow Brits)

The rest of the grid are just all really soft for you

You claim to be Daniel’s favorite (which you are)

He promises to take you to his farm the next time he goes

You’ve always wanted to pet a kangaroo

Yuki always brings you whatever food he’s recently cooked up

But, You definitely laugh the most around Lando

Because of his childlike nature and your more stone faced, shy personality, you took the role of the “older sibling”

But, Lando puts on the big brother approach whenever someone bothers you (PSA – all of the drivers do)

They get really jealous when Ollie or Arthur come to visit because suddenly all of your attention is on them and not the grid

Now, the WAGS absolutely adore you

They treat you like a little sister

You need advice? They will help

Need a dress for whatever reason? They will all pull up

You really bond with Lily

Lando likes to drag you to play gold with Carlos and Alex

And most of the time, Alex will bring Lily

So you definitely see her more than the rest

YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED WITH LIGHTNING MCQUEEN

YOU HAVE AN LIGHTNING MCQUEEN HELMET

AND THE CROCS

AND A BACKPACK

Life is a Highway is your walkup song – there is none other

You and Lando start to take naps everywhere

Christian often has to ask Max to go find you – since you seem to disappear when you go take a nap

In true chaotic gen-z fashion, your first dnf was pretty bad

Your left back wheel had gotten clipped on a curb and you went sliding, ultimately rolling over a couple of times

You were fine, but the guys panicked

All they knew was that a Red Bull had flipped, and Max was standing with them in the pit lane

So using their amazing deductive skills, they knew it was you

The next race, you showed up with them around you in a protective circle

The boys joked in interviews that you’d have shown up in bubble wrap if you had let them

The first inkling they had that your relationship with your parents wasn’t the best was at the newly instituted Parent’s Day Dinner that the teams had set up

Everyone was surrounded by their parents

But, there were two empty seats around you

You wanted to leave, but Max secretly had texted Christian and Geri

You BEST know they showed up in best dress

Tears might have been shed

Tag List : @awekbachira @lightdragonrayne @itsjustkhaos

#charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader #f1 x driver!reader #f1 imagine #max verstappen x reader #platonic grid x reader #arthur leclerc x reader #carlos sainz x reader #formula 1 x you #lando norris x reader #oscar piastri x reader #logan sargeant x reader #alex albon x reader #george russell x reader #lewis hamilton x reader

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daze4all · 5 months

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Honkai Star Rail Boyfriend & How He Carries You Concepts

Intense Blade, Teasing Jing Yuan & Sweet Supportive Dan Heng

Dan Heng Piggybacks Chaotic!Reader

Blade Fireman Carries Sassy! Reader

Jing Yuan Princess Carries Tsundere! Reader

I realize I had a thing with big guys picking me up and manhandling me~

But each guy has a different way of doing it.

How He Carries you~ Chaotic ! Reader x Dan Heng: Piggyback

Chaotic Reader x Dan Heng

#丹穹 #dancae

Dan Heng carries you on his shoulders or his back piggyback style

Dan Heng sometimes feels likes he is carrying you in a piggyback race and he was babysitting instead of being a boyfriend.

Chaotic! Reader more freedom to wave their hands, pet his hair, horns, and tail~ In the riding on the shoulders position,

Chaotic! Reader is weird and based on Stelle and a bit on march lol.

Chaotic Reader Gels with Astral Express Crew as besties against her boyfriend to tease him but have each other back where it counts.

Dan Heng supports Reader independent creative crazy spirit even when she in the wrong though he may provide his support for his own opinions to sway he to his side complete. With evidence from archives. –

Dan Heng & Reader may have separate opinions and be stubborn int their decision and get into inane silly arguments for the sake of it “like is a pickle a vegetable or fruit? Or even a cucumber anymore? “ but they cares each other and support each other. They rarely truly fight I feel.

Dan Heng is okay with Reader being crazy and weird having to deal with march and raccoon stelle

He puts up and goes along with what you want to do because he loves you boyfriend

Dan Heng may be bit nerdy too he looks like it with glasses nose deep in the archives

Dan Heng is not normally type to push you but back you up

Dan Heng provides a calming soothing presence to your craziness.

Dan Heng Yandere with Dan Feng Draconic Instincts

Dan Heng’s eyes get intense and draconic in the bedroom if you want get spicy

-Dan Heng tends to have slower deliberate and meaningful touches.

Dan Heng is a Soft boi & sweet but intense in their romantic nature and depth of feeling he has toward reader

Less protective and possessive that the other two

Dan Heng is the healthiest normal guy of the group except….

BF Dan Heng! Treasure hoarder dragon instinct flaring and a cuddler who cannot let go in the bed at night.

Yandere Imbiber Lunae! Dan Heng Except if his dragon instinct Dan Feng switch is flipped because

imbibitor lunae is totally yandere: trying to revive his friend and disobey the laws of loufu to attain immortality & incite riot dam what will he do to stay with you?

Blade Fireman Sack Carries Sassy! Reader

Almost always picks up you under the arm or over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Unless you insist otherwise as its efficient.

The roughest and least romantic: Are we a couple or is this a kidnapping?

Blade almost always is yandere cuz of the mara

Past Life Blade! Yingxing he was a sweet bladesmith dedicated to craft could've been married and lived a short blissful life together

Past Life! Blade !Yingxing! worships you like one of his blades and likewise would you treat you carefully to not break you

Berserker Blade! is a bit rough, bruises bitemarks, to lay claim type of guy intensely jealous “You know other guys” type but that might be the mara talking.

Past Blade! He comes off tough guy but is sweet insecure and maybe a bit inferiority complex as he humble blacksmith next to immortals like higher elder Dan Feng and General Jing Yuan

Berseker! Blade needs comfort

As the Bad boy I can fix him type

Good luck with with feral grumpy cat Blade

Grumpy Cat ! Blade only cuddle when he want to and testy when you don’t

Grumpy Cat ! Blade drapes himself over you and gets in the way if you don’t pay attention to him when he wants it.

Blade x Sassy Reader

I tend to pair him with Sassy! Motherly! Reader

Sassy Reader who can comfirt him, repimend him, and put up with his bullshit.

Kinda like Kafka I guess?

but more plz get some common sense Blade and don’t kill ppl.

Sassy reader motherly cares when Blade hurts himself and others.

Sassy Reader tends to his wounds may be doctor on the stelleorn hunter ship

Sassy reader or a captive that joins them and mothers them all to be better ppl lol

Sassy Reader says "get better habits more sun " to silver wolf when she gaming to much to touch grass or joins her for bonding

Sassy reader warns Kafka to "stop reckless behavior or going off script you'l get hurt " to kafka who flirts back

Blade jelly so he hold reader in a hug like his sword protective like a hissing cat.

Also Reprimand blade from hurting himself so bad even if immortal

Blunt! Blade be abrasive “why do you care ?” but softens with reader

Caring! Blade rageful if Sassy Reader hurt and not pulling out those disses meaning something wrong and somone has to pay the price for hurting her..

Jing Yuan – Tsundere! Reader is Princess Carried

Jing Yuan always a gentle giant who princess carries reader and is carefully ith her but get rough in his excitement like a big cat~

Jing Yuan Tease for bit more but back off if you donet want normally unless he yandere and tha mara takes him like in Marastruck Jing Yuan.

General! Jing Yuan subtly manipulates her maybe even unconsciously in a normal relationship which is a bit sus.

General! Jing Yuan sees it as trying to find ways to please you and taking note as a caring & thoughtful boyfriend.

General! Jing Yuan Courting you old fashioned way with gifts. He also serves food you like, plays games you like, and bring home treat and sweets to raise you affection.

Cuddly Jing Yuan is big on PDA he will massage your back, hugs and cuddle, pull you away from work to your embarrassment.

Cuddly! Jing Yuan: Strike me as a guy w/ high sex drive so that he is always so pushy, manipulative, & cuddly

Cuddly! Jing Yuan: like a lazy big cat cool to chill and lay by your side in the sun to have contact with you if he cannot cuddle as he cares about consent and you foremost

Game Master! Jing Yuan: Kinda hits me he is built like a jock but is the nerdy chess master type “ Watch you moves"

Gamemaster ! Jing Yuan Would win against you in games but might lose on purpose to make you smile

cheat to get caught with punishment or punish you~ bit S & M but soft boi at heart consent is key

Secure by his side and protected in princess carry so you can't squirm away~

Jing Yuan X Tsundere Reader

Reader always seems tsundere with him as he is overly cuddly and touchy-feely.

I tend to put him with Tsundere reader who secretly likes cuddling but not in public

Tsundere! Reader won’t admit it in public but equally affectionate in private just there is a limit…Probably an introvert to Jing Yuan’s extrovert

Tsundere! Reader who likes to banter with him for fun, comedic value and sexual tension.

You don’t like to make it easy for him to get what he wants ~

All the sweeter when he wins~

On Sexual Tension with Tsundere Reader

Tsundere! Reader knows half the time he is shooting his shot to get into her pants….

Tsundere Reader, appreciate he backs off if she says stop which she rarely outright say so its okay.

Tsundere Reader probably have a safe word or something since stuff get kinky and no may not always mean no but part of the roleplay or said instinctually.

Tsundere Reader’s safe word is probably pineapple or something unexpected to break the tension lol

https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/6632162

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raz-writes-the-thing · 7 months

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Five More Minutes (Good Omens Drabble)

Aziraphale x Crowley x GN!Reader / requests are: open and encouraged

Summary: Your partners catch you singing under your breath.

CW: tooth rotting fluff- make your dentist appointments now

Gomens Tag List: @coffee-and-red-lipstick @quickslvxrr (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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It’s a peaceful morning, for once. No impending doom, no threat of Armageddon, no Heaven or Hell bearing down on all sides. Just a lovely, quiet morning. Your partners had left already by the time you had gotten up in the morning, off doing something they shouldn’t, you supposed. Usually, they’d invite you with them, but they must have known you’d needed a sleep-in. In all honesty, you had been getting a little crabby lately.

There was just something different about today. Maybe it was the warm light pouring through the kitchenette window… Fresh sunlight always made you feel fresh and centred. You popped the jug on and moved over to the radio to turn it on. You had discovered some time back that Aziraphale had put a miracle on the old, vintage thing to instantly find a station that was playing one of your favourite artists. When you’d asked him about this, he’d blushed and spluttered out that he didn’t think you’d notice. He loved doing little things like that for you.

Today, the little radio knew exactly what it was doing and flipped to a station playing one of your favourite songs. You grinned, swanning about the kitchenette to make yourself a cup of tea. You were humming and singing along with the song as you went, hips bopping and swaying just slightly to the music. Yeah, today was going to be a good day.

When you’d made your tea and breakfast, you pulled all the items into the back office room of the Bookshop, settling them down and wandering over to the bookcase Crowley had put in for you, saying you should have somewhere for your own books to read. The both of them sometimes left little novellas and things they thought you might like somewhere on the shelf for you to find, too. It was incredibly sweet of them.

It was as you were reaching up for a book just out of your reach on the top shelf that a warm hand pressed into your side and another hand reached for the novel you were going for. You all but shrieked in surprise, and twirled around to see Crowley lounging on your office chair and Aziraphale pressing up against you with a soft smile on his lips. Crowley was giving the two of you an incredibly soft barely imperceptible smile. Not something you necessarily see a whole lot from him.

“Here, my dear, let me get that for you,” the Angel says softly, grabbing the book and passing it to Crowley, who takes it without question or complaint. You give Aziraphale a confused look. You wanted that. “It’s been quite some time since we heard you singing, love.”

Your cheeks flushed the lightest shade of pink. A nervous giggle bubbled out of you.

“Oh, you heard that, did you?”

“Fraid so, Pet,” Crowley said, a little smirk edging its way onto his features. The Demon discarded his sunglasses on the desk. “Better than Mercury, in my opinion.”

You rolled your eyes and looked back at your Angel, who had been surreptitiously placing one hand on your waist and one in your own. With a look towards Crowley, the Demon leaned over to turn the radio up. You grinned, joy radiating off you in waves. Your lovers seemed to bask in its warmth as Aziraphale led you in a dance. He always did love to dance.

When Aziraphale danced with you, it was soft, and usually some kind of dance he’d learned many years ago and seemed all too determined to bring back to the twenty-first century. When Crowley danced with you it was chaotic and without form, the both of you jumping around and doing whatever seemed to fit the song and the moment. You loved them both.

Crowley stood and came to stand behind you. He wrapped his arms around the both of you, and Aizraphale dropped your waist and your hand to do the same, so you were cocooned in love and affection. You sighed in pure relief, leaning into them.

Crowley started to sway to the music. Back and forth, humming softly to the tune. It was one of your favourites, so he’d heard it plenty of times. More than enough to learn the melody and the words.

You basked in their love for a few more minutes before clearing your throat sadly.

“As much as I am loving this, my tea will be going cold.” Yet you made no movements to escape their embrace.

“No, it won’t,” Crowley replied knowingly, resting his chin on the top of your head as you swayed to the beat. Ah, he’d pulled a miracle to keep your tea and breakfast hot. How thoughtful of him.

“Just five more minutes, my dear?” Aziraphale asked softly, sighing with pleasure into your shoulder. How could you say no to that?

“Five more minutes, then,” you agreed.

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dolcettamagica · 29 days

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𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ch.6

rick x reader x prime

tags: masturbation, lewd language, rick being kind of possessive/obsessed, pet names (baby, slut, sweetheart, baby girl), flashbacks of pussyjob, imagining face-fucking + degrading sex notes: kisses go out to those ten rickfuckers who read my shit on here wc: 1.7k

Rick Sanchez sat amidst the chaotic clutter of his garage, surrounded by an array of bizarre gadgets, half-finished experiments, and stacks of crumpled blueprints. His eyes, concealed behind thick-lensed spectacles, stared into the void as if peering through the fabric of reality itself. In this moment, the genius scientist is lost in the labyrinth of his own mind, where the boundaries between brilliance and madness blur with each passing thought. The faint hum of a nearby portal generator served as the only reminder of the extraordinary adventures that await beyond the confines of his makeshift laboratory.

With each exhale, Rick's mind drifted further into the abyss of contemplation. He lost control over himself in his family’s presence all over some girl he tried to fuck. Rick didn’t understand why you held so much power over him. Why he felt so drawn to you, desperate to claim you. Yet, he wanted to fingerfuck your small cunt at the dining table even though his family was present. He told you to be quiet and not make a sound but when he saw your flushed face, teary eyes and trembling legs he pulled his head back and acted as if he was pranking you. Yes, Rick was a dirty motherfucker, he loved sex and loved having sex – with men, women, aliens, planets. Why did he want you that badly?

As the hours slip away unnoticed, Rick remained ensconced in his sanctuary of solitude, oblivious to the passage of time. The faint glow of fluorescent lights cast elongated shadows across the cluttered space, adding to the surreal ambiance of introspection. He turned in his chair, facing your bed. The bed where you were squirming under him yesterday. His cock rubbing between your slit. He remembered how wet you were, your sweet moans, the way “sir” fell from your lips. You were so wet, needy, desperate for his cock.

“Fuck–fucking hell…”, Rick lowered his head, his eyes meeting a growing bulge in his pants. Just the memory of playing with your slutty pussy drove him crazy. Hungry. He had to do something now or he would devour you the next time his cock goes hard. Sighing he pulled his cock out, which sprung up, rock solid hard. He spread his legs wider, imagining you between his legs – tongue out, big eyes staring into his – as he wrapped his hand around his tip and started to jerk off.

His calloused hand felt rough against his length. He asked himself how soft yours would feel, how you would suck his cock in general. Would you jerk him off while putting his balls inside your mouth? Would you just cutely wrap your lips around his tip and bob your head a little? Or do you like it rough and want him to cockslap your face before he fucks your face like you’re his personal fucktoy? Drool dripping down your chin while tears stream down your face?

His hand moved faster. Fuck, he wanted you. At least once. Rick jerked his hips up, starting to thrust into his hand, wishing it was your cute mouth instead. He was close – so close. Drunk on excitement and pure lust. Rick wanted to bend you, chain you, tame you and fuck you in different ways, he wanted to make you cry. Rick wanted to see tears trickle down that beautiful, beautifully crafted face of yours.

Rick hips moved against his tightly closed fist, enveloped in immense pleasure. What was playing in his head was beyond degenerate. There are no rules in one's fantasy after all. Sneaking into your room late at night, licking your pussy to wake you up before using his fingers to stretch you out. Flipping you over on your stomach, ramming his cock inside your soaking cunt and fingering your ass to prep your other hole to be stuffed with his cock. You would beg for him to go slower and tell him how much you love his big cock at the same time. He would pull your hair, wrap his belt around your throat and pull on that too, he wanted to destroy you, ruin you, make you his little slut.

Rick lifted his backside up off of the chair, hand jerking rigidly as he spilt out onto the floor. He gave his cock a squeeze, imagining that it was your walls squeezing around him.

“Oh shit,” Rick hitched, eyes squeezing closed as all the images of you raced through his head.

“Good night, guys”, he could hear your voice.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit”, Rick grabbed the next best thing on his desk – which happened to be a map of some sort – to cover his cum on the floor and stuffed his cock back into his pants before zipping them back up.

“…Can you please leave?”

You never quite understood why Rick had always found amusement in teasing and taunting you. His snide remarks and mocking gestures had become an unwelcome backdrop to your life. Your guard was up, your skepticism palpable as you prepared yourself for yet another round of ridicule. However, to your utter surprise…

“Nah, I want to make it up to you.”

Caught off guard by his unexpected sincerity, you felt a whirlwind of conflicting emotions swirling within you. You couldn't quite comprehend why Rick, the very person who had made your stay miserable, was now extending an olive branch.

“How?”, you found yourself grappling with a myriad of emotions ranging from disbelief to cautious optimism.

Ignoring your incredulous stare, Rick started a conversation with practiced ease, his confidence unwavering as he took a seat on the bed without invitation. Your irritation grew as you watched him, his presumptuousness grating on your nerves. His dominant posture seemed to dare you to challenge him, his smug expression daring you to defy him. Despite your growing frustration, you couldn't help but feel a begrudging fascination with his brazenness.

“Ever heard of interdimensional cable?”, he grinned and a beamer started since there was no tv in the garage.

As Rick continued to speak, your initial anger began to give way to a reluctant curiosity. There was something undeniably captivating about his commanding presence, a magnetic allure that you couldn't quite shake. Despite yourself, you found your attention drawn to him, his confident demeanor holding you captive.

“Interdimensional cable? Like tv?”, you slowly made your way over to Rick and sat down next to him, leaving a little bit of space between you two.

Rick's eyes were glued to your face. Those innocent eyes full of curiosity that looked up at him. How would your gaze change when he rammed his cock into your mouth? If you knew what he had done here just seconds before? What he was imagining while he fucked his hand. Would you be disgusted or would you surrender to him?

“Interdimensional cable, y/n, it's like regular cable, but with an infinite number of channels from an infinite number of dimensions. You see, every conceivable possibility, every bizarre scenario, every outrageous show you can imagine exists out there in the vast multiverse”, Rick began his rant, “It's a cosmic smorgasbord of entertainment, where the laws of physics take a backseat to pure, unadulterated creativity. Want to watch a sitcom where intelligent hamsters rule the world? Done. How about a cooking show hosted by a sentient toaster? Easy. Interdimensional cable offers a window into the infinite possibilities of existence, baby, and let me tell you, it's one wild ride you won't want to miss.”

A soft blush crept across your cheeks as you heard him call you baby but you didn’t interrupt him. It was kind of cute, his rambling about alien cable, how happy he was to explain it to you. He seemed nothing like the Rick who was rubbing his hard cock between your soaked lips.

“Hm, alright, I’m intrigued.”

“I promise you won't regret it.”

As you settle in side by side, Rick can't help but notice the subtle shift in your demeanor. Your initial skepticism gives way to genuine interest as you delve into the mind-bending array of shows and channels. With each bizarre program you watch, you find yourselves inching closer, your bodies unconsciously gravitating towards one another. In the dim glow of the beamer, Rick can feel the heat radiating off your skin, a palpable tension hanging in the air between you. As you share laughs and gasps at the absurdity unfolding before you, Rick can't shake the feeling of desire that courses through him.

Sheepishly he reaches out, his arm now resting on your back, his hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer. Silently you rest your head on his chest. Absolute Silence. Neither one of you dared to talk. You were simply enjoying those weird channels and each other's presence. Something in your mind suddenly switched.

“I know this channel…”, it was a mere whisper yet Rick’s eyes grew wide, “I watched this channel before?”

“What–?! Wait– Don’t fall asleep now!”

Before you knew it, exhaustion caught up to you, your eyelids growing heavy as you lean against Rick's chest. In the hazy warmth of the garage, you feel a sense of peace wash over you as you surrender to sleep. Even though you weren’t even a tiny bit sleepy before you realized that you knew the channel which was currently playing. You could hear Rick calling after you faintly.

As your eyelids flutter open, you find yourself engulfed in a sea of blinding white. Confusion clouded your mind as you struggle to make sense of your surroundings. This pristine, sterile space seems to stretch endlessly in every direction, devoid of any discernible features. Panic begins to rise within your chest as you questioned whether you’re trapped within the confines of a dream. Every surface is a blank canvas, reflecting an ethereal glow that seems to emanate from nowhere and everywhere all at once. Your senses reel as you tentatively reached out, your fingertips grazing the smooth, featureless walls that enclosed you. With each passing moment, the disorienting realization sinks in that this is no ordinary dream.

“There you are, sweetheart.”

Warm hands grabbing your shoulders forced you to turn around and there he is, Rick, but not really Rick. He looked younger – way younger – more grayish skin than other version of Rick, as well as more dull-colored hair in a "nondescript" haircut.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m your Rick, baby, and we need to talk.”

#𓂃⊹ ִֶָ 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 #rick and morty #rnm #r&m #rick sanchez #rick sanchez x y/n #rick sanchez x you #rick sanchez x reader #rick x y/n #rick x reader #rick x you #rickfucker

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astroels · 11 months

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E. Williams Drabble

Ellie giving aftercare after sex <3

inspired by cigarettes after sex

wc, 0.8k

overstimulation, aftercare, pet names, not proofread

Ellie had helped you reach your climax multiple times already. She used different approaches, whether it was using her fingers, your vibrator, her strap, and grinding herself on you. Each time left you breathless, whining and begging for more. The best part was hearing her quiet moans and pathetic noises of wanting to continue fucking you. She'd ask you so lovingly. "C'mon, one more time for me, angel?" And like a puppy, you agreed each time. You let her consume you entirely, without regards of how messy you'd gotten.

Your body was wet and sticky with the mix of sweat you'd accumulated. Your face was planted on her pillow with your ass in the air. Ellie's left arm snaked to the curve of your back, keeping you in place as her face was hidden in your pussy, while her tattooed arm massaged your thigh, using it to bury herself further. Your nerves felt so numb from how much they'd been toyed with all night. Despite you feeling dizzy from the pleasure, you wanted to reach it just one more time.

Her tounge licked you up and down, teasing your entrance and providing your clit with its necessary attention. She sucked on each part of your pussy with delight, leaving pops when she stopped and groans of how good you tasted. Your breathe started faltering and becoming louder when the familiar tingling bubbled in your core. Ellie helped keep you stable when she felt your legs buckle in the weakness of your upcoming pleasure. As soon as you felt your orgasm coming, it crashed, leaving you moaning her name. "Ellie-- Please." You said desperately, wanting her to help you ride it out. Anything else that came out of your mouth was unintelligible.

When she removed her face from your pussy, you crashed down and flipped over to lay on your back, leaving her still in between your legs. You looked up, catching your breath, but eventually looked at her. She looked so pretty with her freckles flushed over with tints of pink. Her hair was stuck to her forehead in a chaotic mess that only you could've caused. You assumed she was also admiring you since she started giving you one of those "god im so in love with you" smiles, which always led you to be giddy back at her.

The quiet moment shortly ended as she brought her face to yours. Ellie gave you a kiss, a wet, but loving one. "I'll be back, babe." She got off of the bed and into the restroom. At her absence, you closed your eyes, resting your body. You were distrusted momentarily at the feeling of a wet rag on you. You shivered at the coldness that it brought and shot a glance at Ellie. "Sorry," she said sincerely.

She started with your thighs, gliding the towel under and over them. She made sure you were looking before planting kisses all over them. "You're perfect baby." She skipped your pussy, moving onto your stomache and chest. You could've sworn she used this as an excuse to get another pass at your tits when she gave them kisses all around to the nipple after she'd cleaned them off of sweat. On top of that, her mischievous grin had gave you confirmation. She was so sweet to you and ever so gentle while she helped you up so she could wipe your back and neck. She did your pussy last, making sure to clean up all the mess she made to the best of her ability. Of course, she left a kiss there too.

Although the cleaning job wasn't perfect, it was only for the night. You'd both hop in the shower in the morning anyways. After discarding of the towel. She gave you a cup of water and a bowl of fruit to share. You loved her with all you had. "You're officially the best girlfriend ever," you joked as you picked up a piece. As Ellie hopped into bed next to you, she replied. "Huh, didn't know I had competition." The both of you were naked but secure in each other's presence. You gave her a little joking eyebrows raise while leaning into her head, getting comfortable.

You spent the little while eating filled with light conversation, as you both were tired from going all night. When it was time to sleep, you decided to be the big spoon, Ellie needed her love too afterall. Your face was buried at the crook of her neck, your arm snaked around her body, holding her hand near her chest. "I love you, Ellie." You pressed a kiss on her shoulder and breathed in the smell the both of you carried. You couldn't see her, but you knew her smile grew in the dark. "I love you too, baby." It came out barely a whisper as she drifted to sleep, but you loved her softness. You loved feeling like her protector for once, and you loved being the one to hold her to sleep.

#╰┈➤mich writes⭑#ellie x you #ellie williams #lesbian #ellie williams x reader #tlou 2 #ellie x reader #tlou ellie #ellie williams fic #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #sometimes ellie needs after care too #next drabble idea ?!#idk its late and i love ellie so

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You Make Me Feel Mighty Real (Mighty Real)

Pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!reader

Word count: 8k (yea)

Summary: After an extremely frustrating day at work, there’s only one thing Robin wants to do.

CW: Smut 18+. Strap-on sex (reader receiving) Makeshift blindfold. Makeshift cuffs. Top!Robin. Kissing. Making out. Pet names. Explicit language. Spitting. Praising. Spanking. Rough sex. All characters involved are 18+

A/N: Long opening ahead. I needed to set the scene okay! I’ve never wrote strap on sex before so I hope I did an okay job.

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The last light of the evening sun began to fade behind the trees as you turned into the parking lot of Family Video, ten minutes before the small rental store was suppose to close. You leaned in closer to the steering wheel, looking around as you drove at a snails pace through the lot. You’re surprised to see how many cars still lingered this late into the day.

“The arcade must be packed tonight.” You muttered to yourself as you struggled to find a parking spot.

You drove around in circles waiting for a spot to be vacated. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a couple walked out of Family Video and entered a car that was parked right in front of the store. As they pulled out, you stepped on the gas a little too hard but with exceptional deftness, you swung your car around and perfectly slotted into the parking space just as they drove off.

You blew a puff of air through your lips before turning off the car engine. You and Robin were going to hang out at her house tonight, an event you were very much looking forward too. Whenever you had the chance to pick her up from work, you would hang out inside the store to chat with Robin a bit before she had to close up, or until Keith kicked you out for being a nuisance. You check your watch and see that you’ve got about a few minutes to talk to Robin before she had to start her closing routine.

You got out of your car and walked with a little pep in your step toward the door, but when you stepped inside, you could barely hear the welcoming bell above you ring. The store is loud and crowded. You stop dead in your tracks as you take in the chaotic scene around you. There were kids running around screaming at the top of their lungs for no reason, teenagers being rowdy and obnoxious, and several display VHS cases were scattered on the floor. Your eyes land on the register desk, and you spot Steve and Robin dealing with a ridiculously long line. Steve’s usual perfect hair is pathetically flat and lopsided, and your poor girlfriend’s face is so blanched that she looks almost ghostly. Keith runs passed you and almost knocks you over. He’s carrying a comically large stack of VHS cases trying to get them back onto the shelves.

You wave your hands in Robin’s direction but fail to get her attention. You don’t try again and you definitely don’t need to be here right now while the store is in literal shambles, so you retreat back to your car and lean against the driver’s side door, watching through the windows to observe the pandemonium that is Family Video.

8:00pm comes along and there are still a few customers inside the store. Robin comes into view through the front windows and flips the open sign to close. She sees you, and her lifeless eyes light up with incredible brightness. You give her a little wave and blow her a discrete kiss. She smiles wide and ducks her head shyly with blush. She looks back up with apologetic eyes and mouths “sorry” before turning on her heel to tend to the rest of the straggling customers. ‘This is going to take a while.’ You think to yourself. You sigh sadly and reach inside your messenger bag to retrieve your trusty Walkman. You take a seat on the trunk of your car, plop on the fuzzy headphones, and click the play button.

—

You entertained yourself with music and people watching for a while. The sun has fully set, and the bright lights of the street lamps illuminate the now almost empty parking lot. You check your watch again and see that almost an hour has passed by. It’s never taken Robin this long to close, but you could only imagine how much work they needed to do so the store could be presentable for the morning. You switch off your Walkman just as your tape ended and turned around. Right on queue, Keith, Steve and Robin step out of Family Video looking worse for wear.

Keith grumbles something to his two employees as he stomps away into the darkness of the night. Steve has his hand on Robin’s shoulder saying something to her but unfortunately, you can’t quite here him. Robin’s head hangs low and she nods her head weakly at whatever he is saying. You take off your headphones and hang them around your neck, but before you can jump off the back of your car, Steve finger salutes you in acknowledgement and pats Robin’s back before getting into his car. You wave goodbye to him as he peels out of the parking lot, and Robin makes her way slowly over to you, feet sluggishly dragging against the pavement.

Robin steps between your legs with her head still hanging. She looks so small and defeated that it breaks your heart. You don’t say a word, knowing what a taxing day it must have been for her, mentally and physically. Instead, you open your arms wide and inviting. She steps into your embrace, burying her face into your shoulder. Her long arms wrap around you and she clings to the back of your shirt, bunching up the material tight enough that her knuckles go white.

“I know babe.” You whisper softly into her disheveled hair

You wrap your arms around her and gently rock her back on forth. Robin whimpers against your neck as you rub soothing circles along her back.

“Hey. Let’s get out of here and go back to your house to—mmph!” You’re cut off suddenly by Robin roughly planting her lips on yours. The unexpectedness of it steals the air from your lungs and you have to hold out your arms behind you to keep yourself from being knocked down. Robin moves her hands to your waist, griping your sides and pulling you flush against her. You gasp into the kiss, and you have to forcefully pry her off of you to get her stop. You didn’t want to of course, but you are aware that the two of you are still very much in public.

“Wow, Robin.” You say breathlessly and hold onto her shoulders feeling drunk off the quick but fiery kiss.

Robin steps back, and little embarrassed by her forward actions. She rubs the back of her neck meekly, and looks around to see if she messed up by kissing you so publicly, but luckily, the only people that seem to be outside are the two of you.

“I’m—I’m sorry.” She croaks out, voice thick with exhaustion. “I just missed you so much, and today has been like, the worst day ever.”

Robin wraps her arms tightly around herself and lets out a shuddering breath. You can visibly see her trying to hold in her emotions with incredible effort. You carefully crawl down the hood of your trunk and step into her space. You take one of her hands in yours and give her a soft squeeze.

“Do you want to take a minute before we go?” You gently ask while thumbing over the soft skin of her knuckles.

The comforting touch seems to relax Robin a little bit, and she shakes her head.

“God no, I need to get out of here. I just need to be with you.” She tries to smile, but it comes out crooked and sad.

You nod your head in understanding and bring her hand up to your lips to quickly kiss her knuckles.

“Let’s go then my dear.”

—

A short while later, you arrive at Robin’s house. Robin practically tumbles out of the passenger side as soon as you park and you can’t help but laugh as you watch her scramble to the front door. You catch up to her just as she gets the door unlocked, and she holds the door open for you with a exaggerated bow.

When you make it inside, Robin presses herself right behind you, eagerly ushering you into the direction of her room. You break out into giggles as she continuously pats your ass urging you to walk faster.

“I’m going! Sheesh!” You shout at her, unable to hide the amusement in your voice.

“Not fast enough!”

Robin wraps her arms around your front, bear hugging you from behind. She leans her entire weight on you, forcing you to walk faster to keep yourself from falling down.

You stumble into her room, almost tripping, but Robin’s firm hold on you keeps you upright. She keeps an arm around your waist and reaches back with other to fumble with the light switch, flicking it on. Robin is chuckling in your ear, it’s an infectious sound, scratchy, high pitched and so very Robin. Her dreary mood from earlier has all but disappeared now that she’s home with you. She launches herself with you still secured tightly in her arms onto her unkempt bed and you land on your side with a thud. You maneuver in her hold so you can face her. Robin is smiling wide, almost blinding you with her toothy grin. You smile softly back at her, bringing your hand up to caress her blush dusted cheeks.

“So…” You begin to ask. “Do you want to talk about what happened at work?”

A flicker of anxiety passes over Robin’s face and she scrunches up her nose like there was a smell of something foul in the air.

“Not really…” Robin’s gaze wanders around the room as she tries to look anywhere else but your concerned eyes.

You prop yourself on your elbow. You know it’s probably better not to pry but you just wanted some reassurance from your girlfriend that she was okay.

“Steve looked pretty worried about you before we left. Did something happen?”

Robin takes a deep breath, considering whether or not she should talk about whatever happened today. She starts to spin her middle finger ring with her thumb, a tick she always does when she’s nervous about something.

“Work was just—a lot.” Robin finally speaks. “I kinda had uh…I kinda freaked out today. It wasn’t pretty.”

You nod. You’ve seen Robin have these “freak outs” before, and your heart aches knowing that she had to go through one at work. You want to inquire further but Robin speaks again before you open your mouth.

“It felt like I had no control of anything today. Steve was just making sure I was alright, but listen—“

Robin waves her hand in the air dismissively and pushes you back against the mattress. She leans over you and plants her lips on yours, kissing you deeply. It’s a kiss that’s just as needy and desperate as when she kissed you in the parking lot earlier. You can’t help but hum contently into Robin’s mouth, you accept that this was a way for her to get you to shut up but you’re not too upset about it.

“I really don’t—want to talk about work right now.” Robin says in between kisses.

“Oh?” You giggle against her lips. “What do you want to talk about it?”

Robin is fully on top of you now, settled in between your legs and her hands on either side of your head. She’s looking down at you with a crooked grin, eyes dark and filled with a rare and dangerous hunger. Your breath hitches when you feel her slightly roll her hips into yours.

“I don’t wanna talk at all.” Robin admits in a low and husky voice.

You inhale sharply. The implication of her words sends a tingling sensation throughout your whole body and you can’t fight the goosebumps that arise on your skin. You take an unsteady breath when Robin leans down and ghosts her lips against your neck. You shiver at the small contact and naturally roll your head to the side to give her better access. Robin lets out a deep, appreciative growl that rumbles in her chest. She fervently applies hot, open mouth kisses to the sensitive skin of your pulse point.

“Robin…” You whimper softly.

Robin bucks her hips into you again at the sound of her name falling breathlessly from your lips, a frisson of excitement ignites inside you at the motion. Robin moves lower down your neck and bites down on the muscle on your shoulder. It wasn’t a gentle bite either, and you hiss at the brief but delicious pain.

Robin is unyielding, her rough hands glide across your chest to grope you over your shirt and her lips find yours again in a bruising kiss. You start to writhe and whine beneath her, your body and mind clearly being affected by her hurried pace. Her thumbs swipe across your hardened nipples and you can’t contain the pathetic moan that escapes you. It takes an enormous amount of willpower to pull away from her. You put a hand gently on her chest when she tries to lean back in.

“Robin, wait.”

Robin’s eyes are half lidded and her now swollen lips are parted. She looks completely love drunk and her expression sends white hot heat straight to your core.

“I’m sorry.” She says, voice gravely. “I just—I’m not in the mood for slow, or gentle right now.”

You grip the collar of her shirt at her confession. It’s not often Robin gets like this. Love making with your girlfriend is usually gentle, sensual, and could be drawn out for hours if Robin wanted, all the while she’s whispering sweet nothings against your skin. You loved that of course, but you’re not going to lie to yourself. There were some days that you wished Robin would take you hard and fast more often.

“You promise me you’re okay?” You ask gently.

Robin’s lips quirk up in a adoring smile. She runs a hand through your hair and gives you a quick kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Promise. I’m okay. I um—I think I need this.” She admits casually, albeit a little embarrassed.

A formidable, lustful feeling washes over you thinking about how Robin’s only want after a terrible day at work is to have you.

“Is that okay?” She questions after a beat.

“Yes.” You state enthusiastically without hesitation. “God yes.”

A predatory smirk stretches across Robin’s face and you bite your lip in anticipation. You roll your hips into Robin’s encouraging her more.

“You can do whatever you want with me. Please Robin.”

Robin face plants into the mattress and groans into the sheets at hearing your desperate plea. You laugh at her theatrics but the sound dies in your throat when you feel her hand snake its way under your shirt. Her calloused finger tips dance across your stomach and you arch into the teasing touch, wanting more. Robin maneuvers herself so that her knee is pressed securely in between your legs. You can’t help but let out an embarrassing whimper at the small contact and you can practically hear Robin’s smug grin in your ear.

“I’ve been wanting to hear those sounds all day, pretty girl.” She says, her warm breath on your ear sends a bone rattling shudder throughout your body.

Robin sits up resting on her knees, her freckled face already flushed down to her neck. You lock eyes with her deep blue ones, and she’s staring at you with such intense reverence it almost makes you feel self conscious. She tugs on your shirt, prompting you to sit up. You lift your arms in the air and Robin pulls your shirt over your head, only breaking eye contact for a second before tossing it somewhere behind her. She takes a brief moment to admire your lacy black bra and playfully tugs on the tiny pink bow that’s stitched at the center.

“Matching?” Robin asks with an amused lilt, but she definitely already knows the answer.

“Find out.” You say, biting your bottom lip.

Robin’s hands are on your jeans instantly, expertly unclasping the buttons and nearly ripping the zipper off. She slides off the bed to pull down your jeans and you hear them hit them floor. Robin smiles appreciatively when she see’s you are indeed matching. She methodically traces the band of your underwear with a finger, barely touching your skin and her blown eyes wander all over your body. You huff out impatiently.

“Thought you didn’t want slow or gentle, babe?” You tease.

Robin hums. “Just taking a minute to remind myself how lucky I am.” She answers in a soft voice. Her slender hands move lower to squeeze the plushness of your thighs.

You blush furiously. Robin always stares at your body like it’s the first time she’s seeing it, and it never feels to make you feel so incredibly loved and cherished.

“I just cant believe you’re actually mine”

After the temporary respite to admire you, Robin starts to move a little faster. Her hands work their way undressing you completely and in seconds, you’re now laying bare before her. The cool air meets your heated skin and you’re grateful for the brief relief.

Robin groans and crawls back on top of you immediately. You wrap your legs around her waist and throw your arms over her neck pulling her impossibly closer. She roughly takes your lips again in a frenzied kiss. You gasp when Robin forces her tongue in your mouth, but you gladly welcome the intrusion. Her velvety tongue explores in earnest, sending a sharp thrill straight to your center with every swipe. The material of Robin’s work suit and pants rubbing against your bare skin creates an unbearable friction that you want to remedy quickly.

You start to slip off your girlfriend’s Family Video vest but she swats your hand away to stop you. You whine into her mouth and she smiles against your lips. She pulls back and her mouth curls into a cocky grin.

“You know…” Robin starts to move lower, leaving feather light kisses to your cheek, chin, and neck. “I’ve kinda always wanted to eat you out in my suit.”

“Y—yea?” You squeak. You laugh breathlessly at her assertion but it morphs into a moan when Robin starts to suck on the sensitive flesh just below your collar bone

Robin croons against you and releases your skin with a small wet pop, leaving a bright red mark where her lips were.

“Yep. I fantasize doing it at Family Video too.”

Robin lips and tongue continue their pathway lower and lower, leaving a pattern of cherry red bruises on your breasts and stomach. Your breathing gets more erratic the closer she gets to your soaked cunt and she’s almost there until suddenly, Robin gets up and walks to the end of the bed.

“Robin? Oh—!”

Robin hooks her arms around your thighs and swiftly pulls you to the foot of the bed in one motion. She steps close between your legs and you feel her hips press flush against your cunt. She’s looking down at you with an intense hunger in her eyes. You didn’t quite understand it before, but looking up at Robin towering over you, breathing hard in her work suit ignites something indescribable deep inside you. Your pussy throbs at the sight.

“I think about having you spread out on top of the counter, just like this.” Robin casually gestures to your position.

“Robin…”

“Hell. I thought about it today, plenty of times.”

Robin steps back a little and spreads your legs wide. She looks down, and chuckles darkly at seeing a wet spot you left on her pants.

“Guess I’ll just have to use my imagination for right now though.”

Robin sinks down to her knees and plunges her tongue deep between your folds without warning. You cry out loudly at the sudden burst of pleasure, back arching off the bed and hands clutching the bedsheets in a white knuckle grip. Robin moans against your cunt and the tiny vibrations cause you to buck your hips further into her face.

“Fuck, I love the way you taste.” She mumbles, tongue greedily lapping up every bit of your arousal.

You can only let out a strangled whine in response. Robin enthusiastically worships your dripping cunt with reckless abandon, her head moving up, down, and side to side, determined to make sure no part of you goes untouched. She finds your aching clit and wraps her plush lips around the sensitive nub, lashing erratically at it with her tongue. She hooks her hands under your knees and keeps you spread and open for her. Her pace is relentless. Your mouth hangs open like you want to scream but no sound comes out. You sit up on your elbows and Robin is already staring right into your eyes. Her once beautiful blue eyes are now consumed by her blown pupils and a shadow of pure lust darkens her features. You reach down and run your fingers through her messy hair, tugging slightly at the roots, but once again, Robin slaps your wrist away in a hurry.

Robin unlatches herself from you. “I’m in control here, pretty girl.” She says in a gravely voice potent with domineering swagger.

“It felt like I had no control of anything today…”

You recall Robin’s words from earlier, and a wave of realization washes over you. Robin needs this. She needs to remember that she can have control over something after having such a shitty day, and if that that means having control over you, well, you’ll happily let her have it.

You swallow hard before nodding your head submissively. Robin looks relieved at your response.

“Thank you.”

Robin whispers so quietly you thought you’d imagined hearing it. You don’t think you were meant to hear it anyway, because she’s promptly back on your pussy with renewed vigor. She points her tongue and dips it abruptly into your entrance.

“Fuck Robin!”

The act catches you completely by surprise, and you can’t control the throaty moan that escapes your body as Robin swirls her tongue deep inside you. Robin presses her face further into you until you can feel the tip of her nose pressed firmly against your clit. You squirm frantically and you can’t do anything but clutch desperately at the bed sheets to stay grounded. Unable to control yourself, you start to buck wildly into her face, trying to chase even more pleasure than what Robin is giving you.

“Greedy thing.” Robin chastises.

Robin wraps her arms around the top of your thighs, keeping you still. Her blunt nails dig into your skin, imprinting pretty little crimson half moons. You sob pathetically as your movements get restricted. Luckily, Robin doesn’t let you stew in misery for very long. She starts to thrust her tongue in and out of you and the tiny, meticulous, motions has your eyes rolling back in your head seeing stars and the fire burning in the pit of your abdomen threatens to engulf you entirely.

It’s so much. It’s so much and not enough at the same time. Robin knows this, and you know how she can be. She’s definitely toying with you.

“Robin, please I—”

You can’t finish what you wanted to say. Robin lets out a frustrated grunt and climbs on top of you, grabbing your chin roughly.

“Fine, but we’re gonna do this my way. Understand?” She says harshly, but her eyes betray her. They are soft and tender, contradicting her callous voice and they hold a silent question. Robin searches your face for any doubts, but you hold none. If anything, you think you’re turned on more than you have been in a while, and the thought of Robin having her way with you excites you beyond measures.

“Yes.” You emphasize your neediness with a breathy whine and you feel Robin shiver above you.

“Good.” Robin’s voice cracks. You’re not sure if it’s from sudden nervousness, or unrestrained desire but either way, it makes your heart flutter. “Scoot.”

You do as she says, and scoot back from the edge of the bed till your head meets the numerous pillows Robin sleeps with. Robin kicks off her converse before settling on top of you, straddling your hips. You sigh raggedly through your nose when you feel the intense heat coming from her clothed center. She starts to loosen the tie from her shirt collar and you watch her rings shimmer under the light while her long fingers clumsily work the knot. She yanks her tie free and holds it in her palm like it’s some delicate foreign silk. You gulp in anticipation.

“I’m going to blindfold you.” Robin says shakily

It doesn’t come out as a statement like she meant, but more of a question. A delicate one. You trust Robin, and it’s not like you’re unfamiliar to such a thing with her. You sit up slowly, holding her gaze and nod. Robin crashes her lips to yours in a sloppy and possessive kiss. You can taste yourself on her lips, and god, it’s the hottest thing in the world. Robin breaks the kiss and brings up the tie to your face. Your eyes flutter close, the anticipation setting your nerve endings on fire. She carefully positions the piece of fabric around your eyes, determined that they will be certainly be fully covered. Robin ties it perfectly. It sits tight but comfortable on your face and just for good measure, you open your eyes under the material and are met with complete darkness.

Perfect

“I’m not done.”

Robin’s voice makes you jump a bit unaware that she got closer to you. Her hands roughly grab you and flip you over so that you’re laying flat on your stomach against the bed. A salacious moan falls from your lips at being manhandled and you can hear Robin laugh behind you, sounding all too pleased with herself. Your ears perk up when it sounds like Robin is undoing her belt buckle. You turn your head but if you course you can’t see anything. You’re about to sit up but Robin straddles your upper thighs just below your ass, keeping you down.

“Give me your hands.” Robin commands.

You bury your face into the sheets and let out a drawn out whimper. You reach behind you with both hands and Robin promptly grabs them. You feel cool leather on your wrists and you can only assume it’s Robin’s belt. Robin takes her time, intricately looping her belt in and out, until finally, you feel cuffs form around your wrists. You give the makeshift hand cuffs a test, attempting to pull your hands apart but surprisingly, Robin’s got you secured pretty damn good.

“Where’d you learn this huh?”

“Got bored one day.” Robin answers brazenly.

You feel Robin lean on you, pressing her weight into you a little. You practically purr at the comforting weight, and she rolls her hips, grinding into your ass. She moves her lips to your ear, nibbling at the earlobe.

“You look so pretty like this.” Robin coos. “All tied up just for me.”

“Robin please. I need something. Anything.” You cry out. You press your backside in time with her grinding to give significance to your desperation, trying to chase any kind of friction.

Robin kisses between your shoulder blades and you feel her weight leave the bed. You lift your head, trying to hear what she’s doing, and then it hits you of just how restricted you are. You can’t see, you can’t move. You try and move your arms again but your wrists are met with leather digging deliciously into your skin. Your brain short circuits thinking about how much control Robin has of you right now.

Robin sounds like she searching for something underneath the bed, and you know exactly what that something is. A shiver runs down your spine when you hear a box slide across the floor.

“Been a while since I’ve used this on you.” Robin says in a throaty voice.

God. Robin is about to fuck you senseless with a strap on. You feel arousal drip out of your cunt as you start you start clenching around nothing in anticipation. The bed depresses behind you with Robin’s weight, and your ears twitch when you hear what you believe to be Robin taking off her clothes, followed by the indistinguishable sounds of buckles being fastened and tugged. You lift your hips in the air like a pathetic dog in heat, making sure Robin see’s just how wet and ready you are for her.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, god—” One of Robin’s hand grips your ass so hard you fear the flesh is already bruising. The cold metal of her rings brand you like a fire hot poker.

“Robin, please, please, please.” You beg on the verge of tears, but you can’t even feel embarrassed about it. You know you sound pathetic, but the desire to have your girlfriend inside you is making your mind hazy with pure lust.

Robin lifts your hips up higher and then pushes a plush pillow under you, keeping your back arched and hips elevated. You feel a rush of cold air on your pussy and thighs, acutely reminding you of how soaked you are.

“So perfect, and mine.”

You feel the rounded tip of the plastic cock brush again your entrance and you try to chase it, but Robin’s ironclad grip on your hip keeps you still. You only just managed to hold back a sob.

“Be patient, pretty girl.”

Robin’s voice is so raspy and low it’s almost unrecognizable. Robin rubs the head up and down your slit, making sure to coat as much arousal on the toy as possible. You jolt every time she presses against your clit, the languid motions make dizzy.

“Robin I can’t—”

Your words morph into a high pitched moan when the head starts to penetrate you. That beautiful, euphoric burn of being stretched has you whimpering into the mattress arching your back more, making it easier for Robin to slip into you. Robin hums appreciatively as she breaks through the initial resistance and the smooth length of the toy gradually glides inside you. You clench around the cock, greedily taking in every inch. It takes immense self control on your part not to push back against Robin’s hips and fuck yourself. Not like you could anyway. Robin’s fingers dig harshly into the flesh of your hips, anchoring you as she pushes deeper inside.

“Fuck—”

Robin groans when she finally sinks the entire length into you, buried to the hilt, causing your thighs to quiver from the sensation of being completely filled. Robin stills for a moment, letting you adjust. You flex your fingers erratically in your cuffs, trying to grasp at anything to steady yourself, but to no avail. A wave of helplessness crashes over you, but it only excites you more. The length of the toy slides out of you halfway and you hear Robin sigh breathlessly.

“Shit. You’re so wet, you take me so easily.” She says, pushing back into you again.

You’re definitely aware of how aroused you are, judging by the absence of resistance the second time Robin slowly thrusts into you, but by the third lazy thrust, you test the waters a bit and push your hips backwards, attempting to silently communicate for Robin to go faster. Robin chuckles arrogantly.

“What do you want?”

“Robin…”

Robin suddenly pulls out of you, and you wail in agony at the loss of fullness. You struggle against the bed, kicking your feet and blindly bucking your hips, but Robin swiftly brings a hand down against your ass in a scolding slap. The force ripples your skin, you twitch and yelp at the shocking contact. The pretty rings on Robin’s fingers only add to the brief, sweet pain.

“Tell me, pretty girl.”

“Fuck! Robin please fuck me. I need it—need you so badly—ah!”

Robin plunges herself back inside you almost angrily and starts a brutal pace. The noises that come out of your mouth are borderline inhuman, mixed between strangled sobs and choked gasps. The intense, repeated motions of being filled and empty again, again, and again at such an insane pace shatters your mind into oblivion. The only, singular thought your brain can comprehend anymore is how good it feels to be fucked so roughly by your girlfriend.

Her grip on you hardens like a vice and she tugs back on your hips in time with her ruthless rutting, determined that you take the full length of her cock every time.

“That’s it…you can take it.” Robin shakily grunts, and she promptly slaps your ass again.

Blinded and bound, all you can do is helplessly lay on your stomach and take it, just like Robin wants, but you do so happily, deliriously. Robin’s tempo doesn’t relent, and your face is getting buried deeper and deeper into the mattress the more she pounds into you. Loud sounds of skin slapping into skin reverberate off the walls along with your nonsensical, vulgar drivel.

“Fuck— Robin, you’re so fucking deep.” You sputter, it was difficult to form a word with Robin’s incessant thrusting. “You feel so good inside me. So fucking good.”

Your voice trails off into incoherent babbling. You barely register the small whimper Robin squeaks out, clearly affected by your breathless praising. Robin hunches over you, and you feel her hands brace close by your shoulders on either side. Her new angle reduces her movements to short, but deep ruts, and the head of the silicone cock continuously prods the innermost parts of you. Despite your blindfold, it truly feels like your vision blacks out for a moment, and your insides burst into flames from the overwhelming friction. The divine mix of pain and pleasure has you blathering repeatedly into the sheets with whiny cries. “Oh my fucking god” and “Yes, yes, yes” are the only constructive sentences you can even vocalize anymore.

Robin keeps the harsh momentum for a what felt like hours. You know somewhere deep in your scrambled consciousness, that it hasn’t been that long, but whatever magic Robin is doing has you loosing control of all your senses.

Robin pants harshly above you, her pace faltering a bit.

“I love you—love you so much.” She says, with surprising tenderness. “Fuck—”

Robin slips out of you unexpectedly and the sudden reprieve shocks some of your senses back into you.

“No, don’t stop Robin please—put it back inside me.” You plead over and over until your speech turns into pitiful, begging gibberish.

Robin takes a second to soothe you, tucking away some of your hair that’s stuck to your face with sweat.

“I’m gonna get these off you.”

Robin loosens the leather belt from your wrists and slowly slips them off, careful not to cause any unnecessary discomfort and throws it to the floor. Your arms fall limply to your sides and a great relief washes over you. Robin then takes away the pillow that’s under you

“Turn around, pretty girl.” She gently orders.

You try and lift yourself but your arms tremble with the effort. Robin helps you turn over so that you’re on your back and she reaches around your head to untie your blindfold.

“It’s gonna be bright.”

You make a sound of acknowledgment and Robin, with an extreme amount of delicacy, takes off the tie and tosses it. Your eyes flutter halfway open and it takes a moment for your vision to adjust. You blink away tears but you can see with a lot more clarity now. Robin is settled between your legs, staring at you with both intensity and concern. Her whole body is covered in a sheen of sweat, strands of honey hair stick beautifully to her face and forehead. Your eyes dart downward, and you see the glistening cock pointed right at your entrance, twitching slightly at any subtle movements.

“Robin please keep going you can’t—can’t leave me like this.” You gasp out, exasperated, clutching her arm like you’re afraid she might disappear at any moment.

Robin lets out a humorless laugh, shaky with relief, knowing she didn’t hurt you or go too far.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet.” Robin leans over and hovers over your quivering body and you wrap you legs around her waist instinctively. “Just wanted to get a good look at that pretty face when you cum around me.”

Robin kisses you deeply, passionately, like she wants to devour your entire soul, and you would absolutely let her if that’s what Robin wanted. You whimper in her mouth, unable to contain your overflowing desire. Robin curses under her breath, and reaches down between your sweating bodies to grip the length with purpose. She positions the head at your entrance and watches your mouth hang open and eyes flutter when she starts to slip inside you with ease. Robin groans deep in her chest when she buries herself deep inside you, like she could actually feel everything.

“Yes…” You hiss through gritted teeth, savoring that amazing feeling of being stuffed until you couldn’t take anymore.

Robin hooks her hands under your knees, pressing down firmly to keep you spread and open. She starts pumping her hips at a slower pace than before. It’s still a fast tempo, but now her only focus is making you feel as good as possible instead of outright fucking you like an animal. Robin’s stomach muscles shift with the strain of keeping a good rhythm, and you admire the way the soft glow of the low light plays off her body. She starts to roll her hips slightly upward, the head of the cock grinding against the swollen sweet spot inside you with every thrust.

“Oh shit—”

Robin starts to moan softly, and you can tell by her hard edged breathing and flushed cheeks that the friction of the harness is giving her pleasure as well.

“Oh god, Robin.”

Her name falls from your lips like a prayer, like you were pleading to the skies for rain after a summer’s drought. Robin holds your gaze, bewitched by your blissed out expression, and she swells with pride knowing she’s making you feel so goddamn good. You feel the coil in your lower abdomen tighten with boiling pressure. You just need a tiny bit more to get where you want to be.

“Robin, I need—fuck.”

“Mm, I’ve got you, pretty girl.”

In an act of outrageous obscenity, Robin spits down between your legs, saliva coating your quietly aching clit. Your body twitches at the sensation. Robin forgoes holding on to one of your legs to circle her thumb over the sensitive nub. You jerk and your eyes roll back in your head from the added pleasure.

“Please don’t stop Robin, don’t fucking stop—!” You yell out.

Robin wouldn’t dare stop. She finds a rhythm where she can fuck you and work your clit with relative ease. Both of you fill the bedroom with moans and breathless gasps. The bed starts to creak in time with Robin’s movements, beads of sweat fall slowly down the sides of her face from exertion. The sight, sounds of everything have you teetering on the edge. You feel the walls of your cunt clench tight around the cock and Robin’s thrusting become a little bit staggered.

“ ‘m close—”

“I know, I can tell.” Robin exhales sharply. “Cum for me please. You can do it, pretty girl.”

Your bite your lip, and you focus on Robin’s thumb frantically stroking your clit at the full force of the cock massaging your inner walls. The burning pressure that’s been building up within you all night finally breaks.

You’re grateful that there’s just the two of you in the house, but you’re also sure that you just alarmed the whole neighborhood with the guttural moan that breaks out of you. Your back arches off the bed, suspended in pure ecstasy. Robin makes a noise of pure delight at the sight of you becoming completely unhinged from such a powerful climax. You feel it everywhere, igniting every nerve ending in your body. Robin eases her movements on your sensitive clit, but continues to fuck you assertively through your orgasm, loving the way you’ve tightened around her. Blinding stars take over your vision when the tip of the cock keeps hitting that particular spot inside you. It almost makes you numb. After a few seconds, the sensitivity becomes too much, and you swiftly reach down and grab Robin’s wrist in an unspoken plea.

“ ‘s too much.”

Robin stops immediately. She leans down and kisses you sweetly, and it’s the most gentle thing she done all night. You wrap your arms around her neck and bury your hands in her hair, not caring about the dampness.

“You’re so perfect.” She murmurs.

You whimper against her lips when you’re hit with tiny aftershocks that cause your hips to jerk into her, and you wince. Robin kisses you one last time before leaning back to slowly slipping out of you, careful of your sensitivity. You groan when she fully pulls out of you, mourning the loss of fullness despite yourself. Robin rests on her knees catching her breath. You watch her, captivated by the way she looks. Robin takes a deep shuddering breath and runs a hand through her wet hair, and it’s all just too incredibly sexy.

Robin’s features have gone back to her usual softness. She takes in your trembling body and vacant fucked out gaze, proud of herself for reducing you to such a mess. Robin unfastens the harness and slips it off her hips before tossing it to the side. You whine childishly and make grabby hands. She smiles adoringly and crawls across the bed, plopping down next to you. You face one another, embracing in a tangled heap of sweaty limbs and soft breaths.

“Are you okay?” Robin asks, her voice heavy with exhaustion.

“More than okay.” You smile and cup Robin’s face. “What do you need?”

“You don’t have to do anything, pretty girl”

“But I want to.”

Robin hums and nods wordlessly. You start to move lower down her body, but she stops you.

“I want you just like this.”

Robin grabs your hand and guides it between her legs. You brush against her center, both of you gasping when you make contact with her wetness. Her eyes softly fluttered and she bites her bottom lip when your fingers dip past her folds. You work your fingers up and down Robin’s slit slowly, gathering up arousal.

“Shit—” Robin mumbles under her breath.

Robin hip’s jerk forward hen you find her clit, desperately trying to chase more friction. You stare into each other’s eyes as you lazily rub small tight circles. Her lips part and her blue eyes glass over from the pleasure of the gentle motions.

“Just like that.” Robin sighs, content with the soft and unhurried pace. “I’m already so close—fucking thing was rubbing against me the whole time.”

You don’t move your fingers any faster than what Robin needed. You keep your easy rhythm while Robin tiredly bucks into your hand. She starts breathing sharper, hot breath mixing with yours and she screws her eyes shut in concentration. You’re a little disappointed you can’t see her pretty eyes anymore, but Robin’s inevitable orgasm more than makes up for it. You pressed your forehead against Robin’s and you couldn’t stop the way your breathing picked up at the sound of her soft moans.

“I’ve got you babe, just let go.” You whisper.

The sound of your voice is all Robin needed to get herself over the edge. Her body goes rigid briefly, legs quivering when her orgasm delicately sneaks up on her. Her climax was gentle, beautiful, and exactly what she needed. It envelops her like a warm blanket and she curls into you slightly, wanting to hide in the feeling forever. Her mouth opens, breath caught in her throat for a silent moment before she turns her head and groans into the pillow. You stop moving your fingers letting Robin prolong the pleasure on her own. Her hips move in a broken rhythm against your hand until her body goes limp. You carefully withdraw your hand and wipe your fingers clean against your leg unabashed. Robin looks up from the pillow, and you take the opportunity to kiss her forehead, not caring about the faint taste of salt from lingering sweat.

“That was—shit. That was perfect.” Robin slurs.

You snort. “I didn’t do much.”

Robin laughs and shakes her head. “No I meant everything about tonight, silly.”

She lays on her back and pulls you closer to her. You snuggle up close to her side, swinging your leg over hers and draping your arm around her torso. Robin lazily drags her fingertips up and down your back and you practically melt into her.

“I’m like, the luckiest woman on the planet. No, no. The whole universe.” Robin punctuates her statement by gesturing wildly into the air.

She kisses the top of your head, and you could practically float with how light you are feeling.

—

A few minutes pass by and neither you or Robin has said a word for a while, content with just basking in each other’s warm presence. You idly play with the rings on Robin’s fingers until a wave of exhaustion hits you like a freight train. You feel your eyelids start to get heavy, but Robin makes a noise like she wants to say something.

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

“I tripped a little kid today.” Robin blurts out.

It takes a moment for you to process what you just heard. You sit up, blinking at your girlfriend in confusion.

“You what?”

“I tripped a kid today. On purpose. At work.”

Robin purses her lips, looking both amused and ashamed at her confession.

“Robin!”

“What?! He was being a little asshole. He kept running around the back of our counter after I kept telling him very nicely to stop! God knows where his parents were, and the day was so shit. I just couldn’t take it anymore.”

You breakout into a laughing fit, completely taken off guard. Robin laughs with you, hearty and coarse.

“Yea, yea! I sneakily stuck my foot out when he kept running laps around our counter and—” Robin claps her hands together and you jump at the booming sound. “Right on his face. Kid was crying. I felt bad for a moment but Dingus was turning red trying not to laugh and seeing his stupid face made me laugh. God, it was bad.”

“You two are terrible.” You wipe away a stray tear from your eye.

“No doubt.”

Robin‘s stomach growls suddenly and loudly. You quirk an eyebrow at her and she rubs her stomach a little embarrassed.

“Sorry. Didn’t realize how hungry I was. I had to skip lunch today.”

Despite how tired you feel, you could go for some food. After tonight’s vigorous activities you definitely worked up an appetite. You crawl on top of Robin and straddle her waist. She looks surprised, but doesn’t complain. Her warm hands come to rest on your thighs.

“How about we take a shower, first at foremost, and then we raid your fridge for sustenance after?”

“Yes. Shower. With you. Yes definitely.” Robin replies a little too excited.

“No funny business!”

Robin sits up and cradles you in her arms.

“You should know by now that I am the CEO of funny business.” She winks.

You groan, cringing at Robin’s terrible joke. You grab a pillow and playfully hit her on the side of the head with it. She falls back into the bed, pretending like she just got knocked out, tongue comically sticking out of her mouth. You roll your eyes and get off her, making your way toward her adjoining bathroom.

“Robin if you don’t get in here I’m locking the door!” You shout.

“I can’t. My loving girlfriend just knocked me out cold.”

“Robin!”

“Yep okay fine I’m coming!”

You peak out from the door frame. “You are? But I thought I said no funny business?”

This time it’s Robin’s turn to groan.

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Not A Survivalist Girl Part 5:

“I want to fucking tear you apart”

Written by @chaotic-mystery & @tightjeansjavi

( Joel Miller x f!reader )

Summary: You finally get what you've been waiting for from Joel but you quickly realize he's not a gentle lover, he's far from it and so are you. Your foul mouth has landed you in a world of pain with Joel and he's not letting you off easy.

Warnings: consensual rough sex, heavy degradation (slut, whore, cockslut, stupid girl) praise kink, pet names (good girl, daddy,) sir kink, pain/humiliation kink, dom/sub, choking, spitting, throat fucking, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, edging, cream pie, unprotected p in v, doggy style and breeding pose, overstimulation, filth, mean!Joel, dark! Joel, rough! Joel, possessive! Joel, talking you through it, hair pulling, biting, smacking (if you squint) no after care, porn, NSFW (+18) minors dni!

WC:5.7k

A/N: Gi and I were giggling the whole time writing this, so I hope you guys are ready for it. This can be read as a stand alone if you aren’t familiar with our series! Love you angels, let us know what you think! 🖤

Was he being serious right now? Was he really going to sit there and tell you that you didn’t mean something you said? You scoffed as your mouth dropped a bit, “I always mean what I say, Joel. You are beautiful and nothing is too rough to me, big boy.” Let’s see how he likes those apples.

Joel could feel what was left of his rationale was dissipating before his very eyes. It crumbled like sand pulverized by crashing waves. Fluttered like ash from a burning fire disappearing into the thick blanket of black in the night sky. His pupils expanded, darkened as the fire's warm glow flickered against his irises. The close proximity to you was spinning his mind in fast circles. Your exposed skin begging to be touched by his calloused hands, and wet mouth. He swallowed hard, the Adams of his apple bobbing as his gaze met yours. He wet his lips with one swipe of his tongue as all the blood in his body flowed southward, straight to his strained cock that was pressing painfully against the confines of his worn boxers.

“You’re playin’ with some dangerous fire right now, girlie. You sure you wanna do that?” His brow raised as he leaned in close, close enough that you could taste the whiskey on his breath and feel the heat radiating from his body. “I’ll give ya one chance to take back what ya just said. After that..” He trailed off as his eyes flitted down to your lips. His hand reached out, cupping your jaw as his thumb dragged across your lower lip, tugging the soft skin down with his thumbnail. “C’mon. Use those big girl words and tell me you don’t fuckin’ want this. C’mon, girlie. This is your one chance to back out while you still can.”

“You tell me if I don’t want this” you whisper as you put his hand over your clothed cunt, feeling how wet your panties became since he started touching you. You moved your hand over his and showed him how you wanted him to relieve the built up anticipation in your panties. His rough hand slid the thin fabric to the side and like magnets attracted to one another, his fingers found where you needed him most. A groan escaped Joel’s lips as he caressed every inch of your soaking wet folds. Your whimpers filled the cabin walls and you were growing hungrier for him by the second. It wasn’t enough that he was just in your panties, you needed to show him how badly you’ve waited for this.

Part of you wondered if he thought of you whenever he flipped through his dirty magazines touching himself. Your hands found his broad shoulders and you helped yourself into his lap, making sure his hand never escaped your panties. Joel started circling your clit faster, his hand on the small of your back to hold you close against him. “God dammit do you know how long I’ve waited for this, Joel? Fucking Christ I-” you cut yourself off by crashing your lips onto his like you’d never get the chance to kiss him again. Your hips started bucking against his hand and you found a delicious rhythm between the two of you.

“Did I fuckin’ say you could kiss me?” He growled against your lips, fingertips digging harshly into your lower back, nails scraping against the skin. “Did I fuckin’ say you could even touch me?” He bit down on your lower lip hard, tasting copper along his tongue as his teeth broke through the delicate skin. He drank in your whimpers as his fingers continued to play with your clit. “Such a fuckin’ little slut throwin’ yourself at me like this. Fuckin’ my hand like a bitch in heat.” He tsked under his breath. “You gonna let me do whatever I want to you? Huh girlie?” He smacked your clit with his fingers once, then again as your body jolted forward. “You want this that bad, huh? Your little clit is gettin’ all puffy n’swollen for me. Hurts a little doesn’t it baby? Yeah, I bet it does. You poor poor thing.”

You breathed in sharply as he smacked your clit and your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling at the root firmly. “You aren’t gonna tell me what to do right now, Joel. You always tell me what to do, not this time.” You hissed at him and dug your nails into his back while you were still tugging at his hair with your other hand. He was right though, it felt so good it hurt but god did you fucking need this.

“You wanna fuckin’ bet on that girlie?” He removed his hand from your cunt, fingers wet with your slick as he wrapped his hand around the base of your throat, squeezing down along your windpipe just enough that you’d have tears welling up in your eyes. He wanted to turn you into a fucking blubbering mess. His eyes bore into yours as he used his upper body strength to push you off his lap and onto the carpet below. He pinned you down beneath his weight, using his knees to keep your thighs spread apart as you felt the heavy weight of his concealed cock bulging against the thin fabric along the soft swell of your tummy.“Here’s how this is gonna fuckin’ go. You’re gonna shut that smart ass mouth of yours, and get on your fuckin’ knees. You want this so fuckin’ bad?” He chuckled as he dragged the bridge of his nose against your cheek, inhaling your sweet strawberry scent. “Well, you’re gonna fuckin’ take whatever I give to ya.”

A smirk formed on your face as you closed your eyes for just a second to take it all in, and nodded in agreement. Joke was on him, you wanted him to man handle you and get rough. “Well c'mon then daddy, show me how big your cock is since you want it in my mouth so badly.” You egged him on to pull it out, you knew it was big. You may or may not have seen it once when he was getting out of the shower and he left the door open just a crack. It wasn’t intentional, he probably knew you were going to get up to get food and decided to give you a peek.

Joel nibbled along the soft skin on your cheek, dragging his lips and tongue down your exposed neck as he continued to inhale your aroma. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of it. Truthfully, he was more than compliant to lick every inch of your skin like the dirty man he was. “You want my cock? Then get on your fuckin’ knees. Don’t make me ask you again.” He slipped his hand down from where it was wrapped around your throat, bringing it down over himself, palming his cock through the fabric. You could see a dark wet patch from where the head of his cock had weeped a few beads of salty precum through the thin material.

You practically jumped up to your knees with eagerness and placed your hands on your thighs, waiting for him to pull his underwear down. The wet patch was making your head spin and you were growing needier and needier. Looking up at him with big puppy dog eyes, you teased him by licking your bottom lip and taking it between your teeth slowly before releasing it. You wanted to reach down between your thighs and play with yourself, but what would Joel say if he caught you doing that? When have you ever cared what he’d say? You tossed the idea to the side and did exactly that, shoved your hand right down your panties and rubbed circles over your clit.

Joel was certain that this was actually the prettiest sight he had ever laid his undeserving eyes on. How could someone be so fucking eager for him? Here you were, sitting on your knees like the compliant good girl that you were. Nearly drooling at the sight of him. God, he wanted to fuck your face. Stuff you full of his cock till you couldn’t breathe. He wanted to see tears streaming down your cheeks just so he could wipe them away with a calloused thumb. He knew right then and there as you unashamedly played with yourself under the fire’s glow, that you were something mixed between an Angel, and the Devil. A sinner just like he was. “Look at you. So fuckin’ needy for me. Lemme see her. Let me see how wet she is for me. You’re just a dirty little slut, huh girlie? Just a dirty little cockslut.” He palmed himself over the fabric as his eyes slightly lolled back into his skull. He could barely handle it anymore as he finally pushed his boxers down and his cock sprang free, slapping up against his stomach. Thick, veiny, the ruddy head dribbled in pre-cum, just for you.

Your lustful eyes watched as his cock emerged from his boxers and you swear you were seeing stars. There was no way that was going to fit inside you, but you were absolutely willing to try. You were going to make it fit inside you. Just hearing how he talks about your pussy made you gush with excitement and only made you want to play with yourself more. Without standing up you managed to shimmy out of your panties, tossing them at Joel’s chest. As you lean back while still on your knees, you spread your cunt for him to see it glisten and admire how pretty it is. You wanted him to see what he was about to destroy, what was soon going to be all his.

Joel wrapped his fist around the base of his cock, giving it a few firm tugs as his eyes glazed over, in a trance at watching you play with yourself. “Now that’s a fuckin’ gorgeous sight if I ever seen one..” he let out a harsh puff of air. “Can’t wait to fuckin’ get my mouth on ya. Only if you’re a good girl f’me.”

He scooted closer to you on his knees, cock heavy in his fist as his free hand cupped your cheek, softly at first, before you felt the pads of his fingertips digging into the soft flesh on your cheek, “Open that fuckin’ mouth of yours f’me. Nice and wide. Wanna see that pretty ‘lil throat I’m gonna fuck.”

Almost desperately doing what he said before he finished his sentence, you opened your mouth wide and stuck out your tongue waiting to be fed. You hummed quietly as you sat there, ready for him to fuck your face. It felt like butterflies took control over your stomach, forget butterflies actually; it felt like the whole damn zoo took control over your stomach. Never once did you peg Joel Miller to be the teasing type to make you beg to have his cock down your throat but here you were, begging.

Joel watched you with hooded eyes. His pupils were blown out, dilated as he was zoning in on his prey. His next meal. You looked dumbly pretty, obeying him like this. So willing, so needy. “That’s a good girl.” He praised you before releasing his tight grip that he had on your face, bringing his hand back to lightly smack you on the cheek. It was a loving smack. Before you could react, he shoved two of his thick fingers right down your throat, pressing them down harshly over your tongue to make you gag. “So fuckin’ pretty for me. You’re so good at always runnin’ that fuckin’ mouth of yours. I’m gonna take care of that issue for you, okay baby? Gonna stuff that pretty little throat of yours with my cock.” He slipped his fingers out, leaning directly over you as he dragged the head of his cock across your parted lips. “Keep that mouth nice and wide for me, that’s it baby. Good girl.” He rasped before he spat a glob of saliva right down into your awaiting mouth, watching as some of it dripped down the side of his cock. “Now, lick that up f’me. Nice and slow.”

There was nothing else you needed to say to him, now it was time to play and get played with. You got on all fours as you dipped your head down to where the saliva dripped to the base of his cock and with a flattened tongue you licked all the way from the shaft to the very tip as slow as you could go. Of fucking course you wanted to swallow his cock whole but you needed to make him wait just as much as he made you wait. You had to let him feel every inch of your tongue glide over his rock hard cock and coat it in spit before you shoved it down your throat. When you reached the head, you swirled your tongue over the tip and gathered all the pre-cum he was constantly spilling. As you grab his cock and begin to jerk him off slowly, you look at him and grin, “You’re gushing like a fucking tube of lip gloss, baby. Such a whore for me huh?”

It had been so fucking long since Joel had felt the warmth of a wet mouth around his cock. The almost instant euphoria washed over him as he took in a shuddered inhale. His hand had found its way to the back of your head grasping your hair tightly in his fist as a slew of profanities slipped past his parted lips. “Fuuuck. Jesus Christ, if I woulda known your mouth was this good, I would have put it to good use sooner.” He gripped your hair tighter as the muscles under his stomach clenched inwards. His head tilted back slightly before his gaze fell on you once more. Eyes narrowed as he yanked your head upwards harshly. “The only fuckin’ whore in this room is you girlie. Get to fuckin’ work. It ain’t gonna suck itself.”

Even when he was horny he refused to laugh at a silly thing like what you just said, go figure. He wanted his cock sucked? That’s exactly what he was gonna get. You leaned down and placed your hands between your knees to hold yourself up as you maneuvered his cock back into your mouth. As you started to bob your head back and forth, you hummed against him while trying to take him whole. You gagged when the head hit the back of your throat but you weren’t a quitter, you didn’t push him away. Instead, you shook your head from side to side for a few seconds and then released him from your mouth, starting the same thing over and over. Your whiny moans were muffled from his cock being shoved in your mouth but he still felt them vibrate against his thick shaft. Looking up at him as you release him once more, a string of spit connected from your mouth to the tip of his cock and he really got to see how desperate you were for him. “Tell me I look pretty like this. That I look so beautiful with your cock shoved down my throat, tears spilling while I choke on you.”

“Fuck yeah, that’s it. Good girl. Suckin’ me off like the good little cockslut that you are.” He rocked his hips forward when he felt the head of his cock reach the back of your throat. “You look so fuckin’ pretty like this girlie. Throat stuffed with my cock. So fuckin’ beautiful.” He hissed under his breath as he brought his freehand up to his mouth, biting down on his fist. “You got two hands for a reason, don’tcha? Play with your needy little pussy while you suck me off. C’mon. I wanna see how wet you can get yourself f’me. Wanna see you drippin’ all over the fuckin’ carpet.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice to touch yourself, so you reached down between your thighs and ran your fingers through your soaking wet slit, listening to the faint clicking sounds you made as you rubbed around your throbbing clit. Just seeing him so worked up over your mouth was enough motivation to cum right there all over the floor but you had to pace yourself. You took his cock in your mouth and went all the way down until your nose bumped the base of his cock and you gagged a bit, a moan mixing in there somewhere. Not even wondering if he’d like it, you grabbed his cock with your freehand and held it to the side and sucked up one of his balls into your mouth. Your tongue toyed with it while you sucked firmly before releasing it with a pop sound. If he didn’t like his balls being sucked before this moment, he does now.

Joel doesn’t think he’s going to last much longer with you like this. No, he knows he is not going to last much longer. His eyes are hooded, glazed over as he watches you suck one of his balls into your mouth. The tears that were welling in your eyes from deep throating him sent an animalistic growl coursing up his throat. In one swift movement he was yanking your head away from his cock as he squeezed your face harshly, causing your swollen lips to pucker. “Now, that is enough.” He narrowed his eyes down at you, zoning in on the bit of precum dribbled along your chin. “You enjoyed that, huh girlie? You loved havin’ my cock shoved down your throat? Yeah, of course you did. What am I gonna do with you now?...” He had a grin playing on his lips as he observed you with harsh scrutiny. “Think I wanna have a taste of exactly how wet I got your pussy. She’s glistenin’ ain’t she?” His lips parted mockingly in an o shape as his hand slipped between your thighs, brushing the back of his knuckles across your puffy, swollen lips. “You think I should have a taste? See just how sweet you really are?”

“Y-yes please sir, please put your mouth on me, I-I need you so badly- fuckk” you cry out and grind against his hand, your brows furrowing in pleasure. He was getting you so hot and bothered you were so close to getting up and riding his face. He had the perfect nose for it, too. You laid flat on your back and spread your arms out, running your hands over the carpet under your palms. You were practically getting into position for him, all he had to do was put that gorgeous face between your legs.

Sir.

Now that was something that Joel Miller could 100% get behind. “Sir? Mmm. Now we’re talkin.’” He grabbed ahold of your ankles beneath his rough palms and just when you thought he was finally going to nestle his head between your open thighs, he roughly flipped you over in one swift movement so you were laying on your stomach. You felt his arm swoop in under your middle as he forced you to arch your back at an uncomfortable angle. Your ass in the air as you felt his hands pry the soft flesh of your ass cheeks apart. He didn’t allow you a grace period to get comfortable in the new position he had contorted you in. Oh no, he didn’t want to waste any more precious time. His mouth was on you in an instant, tongue lapping at the sticky sweet slick between your folds, while his nose was firmly pressed against your clit. He was eating you like a man starved, groaning against you as he reached down between his own thighs and grabbed ahold of the base of his cock, giving it a few firm tugs. He pulled back momentarily, only to spit all over your already soaked cunt. He lapped up his own saliva, mixed with the addictive taste of your arousal. He was positively feral as he dove his tongue into your tight wet hole, fucking you with the wet muscle. “Taste so fuckin’ sweet, girlie. All f’me? This cunt? It belongs to me. All fuckin’ mine.” He growled against you, mouthful of your pussy as he shook his head back and forth vigorously. “All. Fuckin.’ Mine.”

Your nails clawed at the carpet as you whined Joel’s name, begging him to keep going just how he was. If this was the way you could die, you’d go happy. You pressed your cheek against the floor as you moaned louder with every swipe his tongue did over your clit, and boy did he know where the clit was. Joel wasn’t like anyone else you had been with before. Most of them took a few looks at your boobs and that was enough for them to cum to while they attempted to fuck you. Not a single one gave you this much attention, praised you exactly how you wanted to be praised. Joel Miller owned you. “Fuuuck daddy, don’t stop. That’s the spot. I promise you I’m all yours, I swear. You make me feel so fucking good, my god.” you squealed and bounced your ass a little to create friction against his tongue.

Joel scraped his teeth across your clit as he wrapped his lips around it and sucked on the little bud harshly. “I ain’t your fuckin’ daddy, girlie. You fuckin’ call me sir or I don’t let you cum.” His arm that was firmly wrapped around your middle yanked you further back into his face. He was ready to drown in your fucking pussy at this point. Get drunk off your taste along his tongue. “You’re all fuckin’ mine. You got that? You cum when I say you fuckin can.”

He’s a fucking pro at this, must’ve done it a lot before the outbreak, you thought to yourself while his mouth worked on you. Reaching behind you and grabbing the back of his head to make sure his face is as deep as he can make it, you moan his name louder with every flick of his tongue. The way he slurped up your juices like he was starving, the way his groans vibrated against you, Joel Miller was the devil himself. “Let me cum please, sir. I wanna cum for you so bad” you barely managed to get out.

“You think a fuckin’ slut like you gets to cum?” He mumbled against your soaked cunt. He pulled his face from between your thighs. His chin, beard, and lips were coated in your slick. He didn’t give you much time to recover as he slipped two fingers into your wet warmth. He pumped his fingers at an agonizing fast pace as he leaned down over your back, his cock sliding across your lower back as his freehand grabbed your face roughly and pushed it down into the carpet. “Only way you’re gonna fuckin’ cum is around my cock. You fuckin’ hold it in girlie. Or else I won’t fuck you. How’s that sound? I’ll leave you beggin’ for more and I won’t give it to you.” He gruffly whispered against the shell of your ear.

“So fuck me how you think I should be fucked, Joel. If I’m such a slut, fuck me like one.” You smirked, trying to get a rise out of him. His words made your spine tingle and your body felt hot, so desperate for him to be inside you and rip you apart from the inside out. You slid one of your hands down your stomach and to your clit, giving it the attention Joel was slacking. He had you so close and if he’d gone just a few seconds longer, your clit wouldn’t be aching this badly. “Shove your cock inside me, I know you’ve wanted to since the first time you saw me. I found your dirty magazines, you filthy old man. Do you think of me when you look at them?” The playful tone in your voice was probably annoying the shit out of him considering you called him out for his magazine stash.

Joel pressed your cheek further into the carpet and when he saw you slide your fingers over your clit, he slipped his fingers out and smacked your hand away. “Did I fuckin’ tell you that you could touch yourself?” He was feeling a newfound sense of rage when you openly admitted to going through his things. “You fuckin’ dirty little whore. You went through my fuckin’ stuff?” He growled against your ear. “You know it’s rude to go through someone’s personal belongings, right girlie? You knew exactly what you were fuckin’ doin.’” He tsked under his breath as his free hand wrapped around his cock. “Such a bad girl. A bad, bad, bad girl.” He didn’t even bother to tease your entrance with the tip of his cock. He was absolutely ready to slice you right down the middle as he harshly jutted his hips forward, sinking fully into you. His nails dug into the flesh of your ass leaving crescents in their way as he snapped his hips forward over, and over again.

You shrieked as he buried his cock inside your soaking wet hole, not giving you any time to adjust. “You knew I was a bad girl and you knew I’d find them- fuck, Joel.” you cried out and reached back to put your hand on his as he dug his nails deeper in your skin. You arched your back further with every thrust Joel made until your chest was pressed into the carpet. The warmth from the fire and Joel’s body started to make you sweat slightly, your body starting to glimmer in the glow of the flames. “What’re you gonna do about it? Fuck the attitude out of me until I can’t walk or do anything? Show me your worst, Joel.” Your orgasm was building once more in the pit of your stomach and the thought of cumming before he tells you to actually scared you a tad, simply for the fact you weren’t sure how he’d react.

“What the fuck else did ya go through, huh?! Fuckin’ sneakin’ around my shit after I spared your fuckin’ life?!” He grunted deeply as he continued to slam his hips into you. He listened to the sound of his skin slapping harshly against yours, along with the crackling of the fire. His nails were digging so harshly into the soft flesh of your ass that he was drawing blood. Did he care? Not one fucking bit. “You just shut that whore ass mouth up and take whatever I fuckin’ give you.” Each harsh thrust had him driving his cock even deeper into you. You could feel the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix with each thrust. He wasn’t showing any mercy; especially after he found out that you betrayed his trust.

“N-nothing Joel I swear, it was just the ba-throom” the slapping of your skin interrupted you and made it difficult to focus. Suddenly you felt like maybe you shouldn’t have brought up the magazines, but you didn’t think he’d be too upset. “I’m sorry, Joel. I’m sorry” you kept repeating and begging for him to listen. It was all becoming too much for you, overwhelming you as he was thrusting so deep inside you, his nails digging even harder, the anger you could feel radiating off of him. You squeezed your walls around him, trying to keep yourself from cumming right then and there. It was right there, your stomach doing flips while your clit thumped with eagerness. “Please don’t be mad at me, I’ll be a good girl, I’m sorry.” you whined and squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on anything except how he said you have a whore mouth and how wet that made you. As he pumped in and out of you, a faint squelching sound filled the room and you whimpered his name louder.

“You’re a dirty fuckin’ liar, girlie. You’re sorry? Oh, I’m sure you fuckin’ are. It’s too late for you to be a good girl, baby. Too fuckin’ late for that.” He slipped out of you suddenly, giving you false hope that he was done but of course..that hope was immediately crushed when he grabbed your ankles and roughly flipped you over onto your back. A mixture of his pre-cum and your slick coated his cock and your inner thighs as he pressed your thighs into your chest. Slipping back into you was easy work with how soaked you already were and at this angle, you felt him reaching spots you felt were impossible to reach. You could feel him deep within your lower belly with each thrust. His hand grabbed your jaw roughly as he forced you to look up at him. His brows were furrowed in concentration and his eyes were as black as coal. “Fuckin’ look me in the goddamn eyes and tell me that you didn’t go snoopin’ anywhere else.” He gritted out between locked teeth as the pads of his fingers dug into your cheekbones.

Your eyes widened at his angry tone, his grip on your face making it hard to look away and lie. “I promise I didn’t Joel, I swear” you croaked out and screwed your eyes shut. Every piece of you was hoping he’d believe you and let it go. You grabbed his hand and tried to pry it off your face and onto your neck, trying to choke yourself with his hand. “Tell me when I can breathe, go ahead.” you insisted. The familiar white hot burning sensation was back in your core, making you feel like you could never get enough of this. He was fucking you so good you begged for him to never stop, keep going until he couldn’t anymore and leave his cock inside you to grow later when he’s ready to continue. You hooked your arm around the back of your knees to hold them closer and give him as much access to you as possible. Joel’s callused hands felt so good against you, his touch always so firm and rough on you.

“Give me one good fuckin’ reason as to why I should believe you? One fuckin’ reason.” He grunted as his thrusts became less coordinated, and more sloppy. He growled under his breath when you tried to remove his hand from your face but this was the one moment where he obliged and wrapped his hand around the base of your throat. “I’m gonna cum inside this fuckin’ pussy. You got that? I don’t care if you have to say ‘bout it either. I’m doin’ witn you whatever the fuck I please. Bet a slut like you loves to have your pussy coated in a dirty old man’s cum, huh girlie?” He watched the way your eyes rolled back as he snapped his hips forward. “Bein’ a good girl and grippin’ my cock so tightly. Fuckin gorgeous. Dumb little cockslut. I ain’t ever gonna fuckin’ let you go.”

“Please please please” you repeated as his grip on your throat sent your head spinning and your legs began to tremble, your mouth falling into an o shape as he drilled into you. “Joel let me cum with you, let me cover your big cock with my cum and show you how good I really am” your voice wobbled from the limited air being inhaled. Tears started to prick your eyes the closer and closer your orgasm was getting, your toes curling in the air. “This is your pussy, Joel. Do whatever you want to me, cum so deep inside me and watch it spill out before I suck your cock clean from our fluids mixing.” Your other hand went to your nipples and pinched them firmly, slightly twisting just to get you that much closer to cumming for Joel.

“That’s fuckin’ right girlie. You’re mine. Your pussy is mine. All of you fuckin’ belongs to me. You best not forget that either.” His tone was possessive as he claimed complete ownership over you. “Let those pretty ‘lil tears fall f’me. Weep for my fuckin’ cock. That’s it baby. Good fuckin girl.” He brought his free hand down to where your bodies were connected and rubbed your clit in harsh circles with his thumb as he gave a few more harsh thrusts. “Cum for me girlie. Coat my fuckin’ cock. Every last fuckin’ drop. Give it all to me.”

Your back arched off the floor and you squirm while your orgasm washes over you, guttural moans of Joel’s name and curse words flying from your lips. He was sending you over the top with rubbing your clit. You tried pushing his hand away but Joel being Joel didn’t budge.”Fuuuck Joel, that’s so good. You treat me like a fuckin’ princess. Now cum inside me and fill me up full.” Your breaths were deep as you tried to regain your senses, Joel still very much pumping in and out of you. His cock was twitching and you could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer. You bit your lower lip gently and looked at Joel with your beautiful eyes that he has a hard time saying no to, trying to get him to cum so deep inside you.

Joel let out a guttural almost animalistic sound that crescendo deep from within his throat. His hips stuttered as hot spurts of cum coated your fluttering walls. He bit down on your shoulder hard as he finished inside of you. The moment was over as quick as it came. Joel was already slipping out of you without another word. His cold demeanor washed over his post orgasm haze as he grabbed his boxers and yanked them over his hips. He grabbed the rest of his clothes in a fury. He wasn’t looking at you. It was as if you didn’t even exist in his close proximity anymore. He didn’t participate in any form of aftercare. He didn’t leave tender soft kisses along your face. Instead, he left you there on the carpet, fucked out with his cum dripping out of your spent cunt. Even with the fire's warmth, your body felt cold. His bedroom door slamming shut echoed through the cabin walls like a cymbal.

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