#goddd this is FILTH

[wreckedandpolemic]

fighting with my sheets - matty healy

(mdni) in which you discover your boyfriend’s dirty little secret and bring him to his knees. part of the white and gold universe. 3600 words.

warnings: daddy kink, praise, degradation, masturbation, sex toys, sub!matty, oral (f and m receiving)

Matty’s at work when you find it, tucked innocently away under his bed. You’re getting ready for your date and you drop an earring, sending it skittering into darkness. Groaning, you kneel, feeling blindly for it, and your hand bumps against a shoebox. Curious, you tug it into the light; it’s innocuous, plain black and not matching any of the shoes you know he owns, the tape loosely holding it shut practically inviting you to nose through its contents.

Peeling the lid off, you flush siren-red, staring down at the box in disbelief. Your boyfriend’s hidden sex toy collection sits in your lap, cock rings and vibrators and even a fucking fleshlight staring back up at you. Flustered, you shove the box back under the bed, filthy fantasies playing so vividly in your head that you can practically hear his sweet, syrupy moans as he fucks into the toy. He’d be flushed, sweating, taking out his frustrations on the plastic the way he uses you after a long day.

Head swimming, your thighs clench, kicking off your panties and collapsing back against the pillows. Your own collection of toys lives in one of Matty’s bedside drawers, and you retrieve one of your vibrators, pressing it intently to your clit. A buzz of sharp, delicious pleasure rockets up your spine, a moan of his name falling from your lips as you grind down against the toy. You don’t hear Matty until he announces his presence, too distracted by the liquid heat pooling between your thighs. 

“Hi, princess,” he says, and you jolt, heart racing. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” you snap, bucking your hips and moaning theatrically. “C’mere.”

Matty laughs softly, slowly crossing the room to kneel at the foot of the bed. “Don’t be a brat,” he scolds. “What’s got you all needy, darling?” Oh, if only he knew.

What’s left of your brainpower goes on holding your cards close to your chest. “Want you,” you murmur, and Matty clicks his tongue fondly, his hand covering yours at the base of the toy.

“Here, baby, let me,” he urges, leaning down to kiss you as your hand falls from between your legs to your side. He picks up a familiar rhythm, your vision blurring with pleasure as Matty rolls the toy over your swollen clit. “So, so pretty, baby,” he praises. “My gorgeous girl. Fuckin’ dripping for me, yeah? Always so wet for your Daddy. Pretty little slut.”

You squirm, his words swirling together with the dizzying pleasure pulsing under your skin. “Only for you, Daddy,” you promise, pouting up at him until he kisses you again, slowly running the vibrator along your inner thigh as you tremble in anticipation. Matty dials the vibration up a notch, a scream tearing from your throat as he brings it back to your sensitive clit, intense pleasure-pain arcing up your spine.

Heat pools low in your belly, blood pounding in your ears as your heartbeat thrums in your cunt. “That’s right, pretty baby,” he smirks against your lips. “You’re all mine.” Breathing hard against Matty’s mouth, you writhe against the toy, desperate little whines slipping from your lips as your orgasm builds at the base of your spine. “Are you close, darling?”

“Mhmm,” you moan, head hazy. “Please, Daddy. Wanna cum f’you,” you slur out, deliriated and almost drunk on his touch.

Matty clicks his tongue. “We have reservations, baby,” he smirks, pulling the vibrator away from your clit. The loss feels like a physical ache, your body thrashing in protest as Matty kisses you softly and pulls away, wandering off to clean the toy as your chest heaves. “Come on, darling,” he says, emerging from the bathroom and watching you trying to catch your breath. “We’re gonna be late.”

Seething and unsatisfied, you pick yourself up and dress for dinner. It is really lovely, a secluded table at one of your favourite restaurants, candlelight sparkling between you with Matty gazing adoringly over your food, but you can’t help the tightness in your limbs, your short responses. You mull over the events of the afternoon, your thoughts circling around that little box under his bed as a revenge plan forms in your mind.

And you never found that fucking earring.

The ice in your veins thaws the longer you scheme, trading in your folded arms and monosyllabic answers for coy smiles and teasing murmurs of yes, Daddy. You let him lead you home and into the bedroom, trading lazy kisses and grinding in his lap. Matty’s hand trails up your thigh, electricity sparking under your skin under his touch. He still thinks he’s in control, you think with a smirk, pinching gently at your thigh as you put on your best performance of being his good little girl.

“Found something earlier, Daddy,” you say, pulling back and tracing your hand down his chest, slowly popping the buttons of his shirt.

Matty chuckles indulgently, still blissfully unaware of what you have in store. “What’d you find, princess?”

You hop to your feet and pull the box free, opening the lid with a smirk. Swallowing thickly, Matty avoids your eyes, shifting nervously as you settle back in his lap. “Do you use all this stuff, Daddy?” you tease, crooking two fingers under his jaw to force his gaze back to yours. 

“I- I used to,” he stammers, and you thumb gently over one of the spots of red on his cheeks.

“S’okay, Daddy,” you murmur, the power he’s handing you thick in your veins. Something about using the sobriquet while he melts under you feels illicit, delicious as it falls easily from your lips. “Don’t have to be embarrassed. Did they make you feel good?” He only nods, seemingly rooted to the spot as you palm over the growing tent in his slacks. “Can I use them on you? Wanna make you feel good, too.” Shuddering, Matty nods again, and you pout down at him, shaking your head. “Words, Daddy. You should know by now,” you tut, dizzy as you use his words on him this time.

“Fuck, yes, I want that,” he gasps, rocking his hips up against your hand.

You giggle, the subtle shine in his eyes familiar, jaw slack in an expression you’ve seen countless times on your own face. “Can you say please, Daddy? S’polite, if I’m giving you what you want.”

“Fuck, please, angel,” Matty almost whimpers, helplessly needy under your touch. You raise an eyebrow in response, an expression you learned from him. “Want you to… use my toys. On me. Please,” he chokes out, hanging his head.

You smile fondly, pressing a kiss against his slack lips. “Good boy. Was that so hard?” Matty moans softly, shuddering as you pop the button of his trousers. “You like when I call you a good boy, Daddy?” you murmur breathily, the dichotomous epithets tangling together in the air between you, thick with lust and promise. “Can you strip for me, baby?”

Obediently, Matty tugs off his shirt and kicks off his slacks, laying against the pillows in just his boxers. You’ll never get over the sight of him like this, chest heaving and cock hard and heavy between his legs; a pulse of arousal washes over you and drips into your panties. A wet patch spreads near his waistband and you grin as you strip to your underwear and straddle him, grinding against his clothed cock and leaning down to kiss him. Matty tangles his hands in your hair, licking desperately into your mouth and rocking his hips against yours. “You need to relax, Daddy,” you say, smiling softly against his mouth and peppering soft kisses over his jaw. “It’ll be more fun that way.”

“Fuck, princess, I’m–” Matty cuts himself off with a gasp as you slide your hand under his waistband and squeeze him gently, cock twitching under your touch. You ease him out of his boxers, a shuddering groan escaping him as his cock thuds against his belly, flushed and dripping precum. 

“Oh, you want this really bad, don’t you, Daddy?” you coo, pumping him slowly, slick desire dripping from your words. “Always callin’ me a slut, but you were just waiting for your turn to be ruined, huh?” You barely recognise your voice, low and dark and dominating, reducing your boyfriend, your smart, suave, older boyfriend into a whining, pathetic mess with a few scant touches. “Are you a slut too, Daddy?” You’ve played with the power dynamic before; Matty needs to give up his control sometimes, when the stress of his day-to-day gets too much for him, but never like this, never turning his filthy, degrading words back on him. The feeling is addictive.

This time, you don’t even have to prompt him. “Yeah, ‘m… ‘M a slut, baby,” Matty whimpers, your cunt clenching at his words. In reward, you dig your nail into his slit, the tip of your finger coming up sticky and coated with the evidence of his desire.

“Such a good boy, Daddy. You ready?”

You climb off him, retrieving the fleshlight and turning back to him. He sucks in a sharp breath at the sight of your hands wrapped around the toy, hips shifting needily as he gasps out, “Yeah. Yeah, ‘m ready, baby. Please.”

You come back to him slowly, teasingly, but he’s been so good that you don’t want to torture him any longer. Uncapping a bottle of lube, you coat the toy in it, fingers sticky and dripping as you slowly slide it down his length. A shuddering moan escapes him, his eyes glued to the sight of you, whining and bucking his hips into the toy. “God, look so fuckin’ pretty like that,” you moan, grinding your hips down against the bed, bursts of hot pleasure rolling under your skin. “Can’t believe you own all this stuff, Daddy,” you giggle breathily, pinching a nipple through your bra as you stroke him. “So naughty. Did you have to settle for all these toys before you had me?”

“Yeah, I did, princess. Had to fuck a plastic pussy before I found the perfect girl to fuckin’ ruin.” Matty chokes out, his words sending a gush of arousal flooding between your legs. “Fuck, feels s’much better when you do it, baby. My best girl, always takin’ such good care of me,” he moans, hips rolling up into your hand.

One of your hands dips into your panties, arousal dripping against your fingers as you rub slow circles into your clit. Whining, you stroke him faster, his rhythmic gasps and whines speeding. Your gaze is fixated on his cock as it disappears into the toy, slick, wet sounds mixing with your moans in the sex-thick air between you. “God, I fuckin’ love seeing you like this. Love when you get all needy f’me, Daddy,” you moan, grinding down against your hand.

Matty’s whines pitch up, pathetically desperate as he chases his release. “‘M gettin’ close, princess, fuck,” he gasps, his thighs trembling. He looks more gorgeous than you’ve ever seen him, flushed red and shaking, sweat-damp curls sticking to his forehead. He’s a fucking vision, and you can’t resist torturing him a little longer.

“Hold it for me, just a little while longer, ‘kay, Daddy?” He whimpers in protest, hips rolling wantonly, all pretence of rhythm long abandoned. “Don’t you wanna be a good boy for me? ‘M always so good for you.” He musters up a scoff, and you fix him with a glare that makes him press his lips together, subdued. “I deserve it, don’t I?”

“Yeah, princess. You do. ‘M gonna be good, promise,” Matty says, face scrunching with effort as you pump his cock at an almost punishing pace. His breath comes in short, sharp gasps, near-pained.

You tease him a little longer, his sweet, desperate moans falling straight to your core. Matty practically fucking pouts when you pull the toy off, and you scoff disparagingly. “Don’t be a brat. Was gonna let you finish in my mouth, but you can have this fuckin’ plastic back, if you prefer.”

“F-fuck, nonono, ‘m sorry, baby. Wanna cum in your pretty mouth.”

“You wanna, huh?” You click your tongue as he nods, whining and grasping at you. “How bad?”

“So fuckin’ bad, princess. God, I fuckin’ need it, fuck! Please, baby. Let me cum, wanna cum f’you,” Matty gasps, knuckles turning white as his hands fist in the sheets.

You frown, toying with the idea of denying him, revenging yourself for earlier, but he’s trying so hard to be good that you can’t bring yourself to. “Such a slut, Daddy,” you pout. “Gettin’ all dumb for me, huh?” He nods, another whimpered please falling unconsciously from his lips. “C’mon, say it. Say it, and I’ll let you cum, okay?” 

Leaning down, you press a kiss to his tip, licking the salt of him off your lips. “‘M a slut f’you, baby,” he slurs out. “Only you. My fucking girl.”

“Good boy,” you praise softly, taking Matty’s cock in your mouth and swallowing around him. He fists a hand in your hair, gasping and babbling praise as you bob your head, moaning around him. His choked gasp is the only warning you get before he’s spilling in your mouth, pulsing down your throat as you swallow greedily. Pulling off him with a groan, you sit back on your heels. “Taste so fucking good, Daddy,” you murmur, trailing your hand down his cheek with a smile. He grasps at you, taking greedy handfuls of your skin as he tugs you to him. Settling next to him, you grab his jaw and pull him into a slow, indulgent kiss, pressing the taste of him into his mouth as his lips press insistently against yours.

“Felt so fucking good, princess. Thank you s’much,” Matty murmurs, pressing close to you, his skin hot and sweat-slick against yours.

You laugh, carding a hand through his damp, messy curls, Matty unconsciously stretching up into the touch. “Oh, baby,” you croon. “I’m not done with you yet,” you smirk, and he shudders. “C’mon, lay back for me, Daddy. Want your mouth.”

He obeys, laying back as you straddle his face unashamedly. You’re soaked, dripping on his tongue, grinding down with a low whine. Pleasure licks up your spine as Matty devours you, nails digging into your thighs with eagerness. Your cunt clenches, already close to the edge just from the state of him, moaning helplessly between your thighs. “God,” you say, whining when Matty curls his tongue perfectly, heat throbbing in your core. “Love havin’ you as my fucktoy for a change.” His cock twitches at your words, and you chuckle softly. “Oh, you like that, Daddy? You like hearing what’s good little toy you are for me?” He sucks on your clit and you swallow a scream, blinding ecstasy spiralling through your limbs.

You lose your grip on reality the longer Matty tongue-fucks you, lapping at your soaked cunt with fervour. The burn in your thighs aches deliciously, mixing with the pleasure buzzing insistently in the base of your skull. His name tumbles from your lips, over and over as your awareness of anything else slips away. Your head is hazy, swimming in desire, Matty’s tongue swirling gloriously over your clit. “God, ‘m so fuckin’ close, Daddy,” you gasp, circling your hips faster as Matty dips his tongue back inside you. “Oh, my God,” you whine, pleasure coiled tight in your belly. He curls his tongue, mind-wiping pleasure sending you spiralling. You scream, ecstasy pooling in your belly and flooding out over Matty’s lips and chin as you moan and writhe helplessly on top of him. Molten pleasure hammers in your veins, your body loose on your bones as your hands tangle in the sheets.

“God, felt good,” you praise, climbing off him with a grin. “Love that pretty mouth of yours so much better when you’re not fuckin’ running it.” You pull him in for a kiss, greedily licking the taste of you out of his mouth. Indulgently, lazily, you kiss him for several long, blissful moments, Matty’s hands roaming over your body, electricity arcing under your skin to meet him.

“Thank you, baby,” he murmurs against your lips.  “Took such good care of me,” he smiles, flushing slightly and tucking his head into the crook of your neck. Gently, you scrape your nails over his scalp, Matty practically purring under your touch.

“Can you take a little more, Daddy? For me?” you murmur.

He lets out a shuddering breath. “Yeah. F’you,” he gasps, hips shifting against the bed. Lust and trepidation war on his face as you rifle through the box again.

“Good boy,” you praise, slicking up his cock and sliding the toy you’ve chosen down his cock until the ring sits at his base, the little vibrator snug against his length. “Have you ever used this with another girl, Daddy?” you tease, an echo of Matty’s usual words when you try something new.

“N-no,” he stammers, trembling with anticipation. “Only you, baby,” he promises.

You smirk, reaching down to switch on the vibrator. Matty gasps sharply, whining and whimpering pathetically as he shifts his hips against the stimulation. “Good answer,” you grin, lining up his cock and sinking down slowly. A long, low moan falls from your lips, the sensation unlike anything you’ve ever felt, pure pleasure rolling over you in waves. “God, s’like you’re my personal rabbit,” you gasp, grinding your clit against the vibrator and whining.

Matty’s nails dig into your hips, heat rolling up your spine. “Feels s’fucking good, baby, fuck,” he murmurs, bucking his hips against yours, the sweet jolt of pleasure intense as it rockets through your body. “God, s’so much, I can’t–” he gasps.

“Shh,” you whisper, condescendingly pressing a finger to his lips. “I’m gonna use you to get off, and you’re gonna lay there and take it like a good boy, okay, Daddy?” He gives a low, shuddering moan, nodding up at you with wide eyes and a slackened jaw. Slowly, you lift yourself almost all the way off him and slam your hips down, hot pleasure swallowing you whole. Your head tips back, chest heaving as you clench your cunt around him. Matty’s hips buck involuntarily, the sudden change in angle sending pleasure crashing over you.

Your head spins, the vibrations in your cunt working you into a frenzy, hips rolling against him. Obscene moans and slick, wet noises fill the room, your thighs burning gloriously as you bounce on him, heat welling between your legs and flooding your veins. Your body feels like a livewire, anchored to reality by Matty’s hands on your hips, dizzying ecstasy surging through every nerve at once.

Fire coils under your skin, your cunt soaked and dripping over him, your swollen, sensitive clit pressed against the vibrator as Matty gasps under you. “God, you feel so fucking good, princess,” he whines. “Drivin’ me crazy. Fucking– shit!” he hisses, fucking impossibly deep into you, stars shattering behind your lids and euphoria blooming under your skin.

“Fuck, Daddy, m’gonna–” you gasp, rocking your hips as liquid ecstasy drips down your spine. Matty thrusts into you one final time, the coil of heat between your thighs finally snapping. Your legs shake, your body caving in on itself, collapsing into pure bliss. Your vision whites out, whines and moans falling uncontrollably from your lips. A gush of arousal floods out of you, soaking Matty and pooling under you, sticky and hot against your skin.

“Fuck, shit, wanna cum s’bad, need it, baby, please,” Matty babbles, nails digging sharply into your hips as he shudders and bucks against you, whining incoherently. “Please, angel, it hurts,” he begs, eyes wide and pleading.

You croon softly, cunt fluttering with the aftershocks. “Yeah, go on, Daddy. Been such a good boy. Cum for me, okay?” Your words are all it takes, another achingly familiar reversal as he cums, a sound that’s half a cry of your name and half a keening moan tearing from his throat as he spills inside you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, thank you,” he gasps, cock pulsing, hips meeting yours in aborted little thrusts.

Slowly, carefully, you climb off him and discard the toy, your body falling limp against the pillows. You pull Matty in for a soft, gentle kiss, pouring every ounce of the feeling in your chest against his mouth. “How… how was that?” you murmur as you pull back. “Are you feeling good?”

Matty gives a glowing smile, your chest warming at the sight. “I feel fucking amazing, princess,” he says, swollen lips meeting yours over and over, like he can’t resist. “Thank you, baby, really. I’ve never, uh… never done anything like that, um, with a girl, before. Felt really fucking good,” he grins dopily, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

You giggle breathlessly. “Now you know how I feel all the fucking time.” You curl into him, savouring the warmth of his skin against yours. “Always take such good care of me after, too. S’my turn now,” you promise, kissing gently at the corner of his mouth and sitting up. “Gonna get you some water, ‘kay? Run us a bath, maybe light some candles, make it nice for you, yeah?”

Matty gazes at you adoringly from the bed as you stand. “Such a sweet girl,” he says, more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him, still and sated and happy, the buzz of energy that perpetually emanates from him finally quieted.

“Only for you.”

#goddd this is FILTH #i’m obsessed kinda #that subby sleazy old man WILL save you btw #matty healy smut #matty healy x reader #matty healy imagine #matty healy #the 1975 #the 1975 smut #the 1975 fanfic #writing #smut #white and gold

[bonebabbles]

Chapter 12: the thunderclannining

GOD I love when people call Clear Sky out. It only ever lasts like 5 minutes but it is as euphoric as the brief, blissful taste of a chocolate-covered raspberry gracing your tastebuds.

"How could you believe that I'm obsessed with being right after all the times I chose not to murder you :( ????"

"I let you eat food in land that you used to just be able to walk into, even though you're disabled! I thought you were eternally grateful :(((( IM LOSING CONTROL!!"

"YOU'RE ABANDONING US BECAUSE YOU THINK YOU DESERVE RESPECT????????"

He feels like the world's worst boss and crappiest father rolled into one monstrous fusion.

There's just one problem with all this catharsis; Thunder is still whining about Star Flower, insisting that she's going to betray Clear Sky. It's frustrating because he is wrong.

Star Flower is a lot closer to another victim of Clear Sky than a manipulator, but the narrative will not ultimately conclude this.

But at NO point does it show her actually manipulating anyone. Not even Thunder. NO she did not "manipulate" and betray him. I am once again reminding everyone that Thunder offered all that information apropos of nothing, against all warnings.

Yet, "betraying" the Clan cats by warning her father of an ambush is so unforgivable that several cats agree she should be chased out of the forest.

All this emphasis on how hurt Thunder is shows that his judgement is clouded by jealousy.

All this Star Flower whinging takes away from Clear Sky being abusive. THAT should be the major issue here. This is an entire book of Clear Sky returning to the same kind of emotional abuse he was displaying back in Thunder Rising, only without murder, and what this LONG AWAITED confrontation ends up spiraling back to is the Father/Son Love Triangle

You can't even get catharsis without some incredibly weird, unpleasant bullshit dripping into it.

Im glad that Thunder has finally come to the point where he's rejecting the dumbass statement he made when they killed One Eye together, where he was gushing about, "We're not like One Eye and never have been <3" Yes. Clear Sky IS like One Eye-- a weaker version of him, someone who got out-dictator'd and needed to call in the OTHER cats to ambush him and win his group back.

but again this is meant to be his jealousy speaking. Not straight facts. He JUST had a confrontation with Star Flower about her daddy issues and he's saying that Clear Sky fits them.

CRY ABOUT IT!!!! GET BOOHOO'D LOSER! CRY ME A RIVER AND DROWN IN IT

"I always end up alone waaaaaah!!!" fucking when in your life have you ended up alone? Someone was ALWAYS behind you to hand you a binkie and a safety blanket. When you didn't have a massive group of violent rogues to back you up, the moor cats always took your sorry ass in and clapped at you for doing the bare fucking minimum. People always nonsensically stood by you because the plot demands it, after you get them and dozens of their friends injured and killed

Here comes the binkie and the safety blanket, btw

In a good series this would have been her intentionally manipulating him, bringing out his worst traits again, encouraging him to be the worst version of himself as he once again ignores all good advice.

But Star Flower never did anything wrong. She never DOES anything at all. She's JUST Clear Sky's controversial wife that Thunder has to "get over himself" about, an item to cause conflict, a mate extra supportive of him because he "deserves" to have someone by his side unlike all the other times where people were by his side.

The pack of 3 dogs that mauled you to death wasn't enough. I wish they had guns

#WORTHY OF HIM............. #WORTHY OF THE FILTH UNDER MY FOOT #who the fuck thought this was a good romance im throwing up #Star Flower GET OUT OF THERE!!!! #OH MY GODDD #dotc hate #bones reads dotc #clear sky

[cafemilk-tea]

mevie birthday smut is cooking away 😈🤭

#it’s pure filth my GODDD #horknee mevie my fav honestly #cafemilk-tea: evelyn #svt.meve

[moonalumi]

getting fucked by ellie in every position all during one round <33

bc fucking ellie in only one position is not enough when she looks so hot n is so good, always

warnings- horndog ellie, strap on sex (r receiving), eating out ( r receiving), scissoring/ tribbing, dom!ellie, sub!reader, sub!ellie for like one sec, rough messy sex like rrly messy, manhandling, squirting, breeding kink, degrading names slut, bitch, ellie calls strap her dick like once

this is actually filthy so like read at your own risk

innocent couch cuddling sesh; that’s it right? no, never with ellie. not with her hands skimming up and down your body. well, it was lovingly at first but her fingertips getting more and more grabby the longer she caress your curves. turning your chin, she kisses you. kisses you reallllll good. lips sucking in your bottom lip, tongue asking for permission to be let in. saliva covering your mouths. that kind of kiss that ellie knows gets you right where she wants you. under her.

“gnna put it in babe okay?” ellie asks, her breath fanning your neck as her tip slips into you.

“shut up just hurry” you mumble as you take ahold of her strap and push it inside you. ellie smirks at your desperation and the little moans you let out as she pushes deeper and deeper until her tip hits your cervix.

sighing contently at the feeling of just being full of her. that’s until she pulls out and rubs at your clit with her thumb.

“ellieee go back in pleaseee puh lease, inside!” you whine, inching your hips closer to her.

“i know i know, just wanna make sure she’s ready” ellie then spreads your folds and before you know it, strings of her spit are running down, collecting at your hole.

a whine of her name and ohmygod… ellie thrusts back into you, roughly grabbing the back of your thighs and lifting them up to your chest. that whine of her name turns into a scream at the sudden intrusion. your body jerking up and up at each slam of her hips that’s digging her strap inside you.

“ugh uah mmm el- lie… tooo de-ep” you can barely form a sentence, she’s just going so fast all you can focus on is how she’s in and out in and out.

“you feel me in your tummy? ohmf fuckkk l-look babe”

ellie guides your chin down to look at the imprint of her strap bulging out from inside you. that sight alone causes your eyes to roll back, head hitting the seat of the couch as you lay back again and your back to arch.

the rougher ellie slams into you, the more you get pushed up the couch until your head hits the jagged wooden arm rests of it. head hitting it over and over again as she thrusts in.

“owww oof el…”

“yeah…y-yeah shut up take it take it” she mutters through her thrusts.

“ellie!” you have to sit up and yell to get her attention. confused eyes scanning your face until she sees you rubbing your head.

“oh shit m’sorry baby” a quick peck to your forehead and she’s now kneeling on the floor, flipping you over and bending you over the couch. your face all smushed in the pillows of it.

she’s quick to push back into you again and pound you as she pleases without your complaining; or so she thought because the endless muffled whines and begs asking her to slow down or that she’s too deep just causes her to grip your ass and force you to meet her thrusts.

“thought you wanted it now your complaining it’s too much? just take it, know you can.”

“oh goddd elll… mmhp ellie ellie ellie”

that’s all you can muster up. brain going blank and all you can say is her name. all you can feel is her filling you. the only sounds in the room being the constant smack smack smack of your skins hitting, the sound of your pussy squelching, and of course the sound of heavy breaths, moans, and ellie muttering filth in your ears as always.

“filling this pussy up, you feel that? gonna get you fucking pregnant….what a slut i betchu like that”

“say my name bitch, let everyone know who’s fucking you right now”

“taking care of her so well i can hear ‘er…godamn you’re so wet, just love getting fucked like this don’t you?”

tears threatening to spill down your eyes, choked moans at every particular harsh slam to your cervix.

ellie’s thrusts stutter and lose rhythm n she’s grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of her as she lays back on the floor. strong hands bouncing you up and down on that strap.

loud moans fall from your lips at the sudden change of positions again, you hold onto her skinny but muscular thighs for leverage. digging your nails into them.

“shit babe—ohh nnnghm fuck! you’re never this loud”

you can even put enough thoughts together in your brain to answer her. just mindlessly fucking yourself onto ellie. n she’s just as fucked out as you are. needy hands gripping and smacking your ass as it jiggles all in front of her eyes. those eyes that roll back as the base of the strap rubs against her throbbing clit.

“ride it baby just like that… mm fuck me” ellie’s voice turning whinier by the second. she notices your bouncing slowing down and she lifts you up n practically slams you back on the couch. she’s just manhandling and throwing you around wherever she wants at this point.

spreading your legs and putting them on her shoulders; shes back inside you. thrusting even more ferociously. those sloppy wet lips of hers kissing and licking up and down your neck, jaw, everywhere she can reach. her groans and breaths getting louder and louder. even letting out a little whimper here and there.

“i love you so much” you breathlessly whisper, shaky arms wrapping around her neck to pull her closer.

ellie’s lips find yours, capturing them in a tongue filled messy kiss. your moans seeping into the kiss as she trys to burry herself deeper; if that’s even possible, if she had balls she’s actually be balls deep.

but els always finds a way. she pulls away from the kiss and forcefully lifts your hips up and off the cushions.

“i love you more, mmpf shittt take this dick” holding you up, she fucks you like her life depended on it.

“ohmygod e-llieee” you moan and push on her lower stomach to get her to pull out some inches just a bit. that’s until she hits that spot and you’re so overwhelmed with pleasure every sense of yours just shuts down and all you can feel is those bolts of pleasure running down your body and hit your clit.

back arching into her, legs shaking on her shoulder n you’re gushing and covering her strap with your cum.

ellie’s own orgasm approaching but she just can’t get there. frustrated, she throws her strap off herself and fucks her clit against yours. all during your high so instead of creaming all over her dick you cover her pussy in your slick.

“baby baby mmm i’m gnna cum—” couple more circles around your clit and her hips are jerking, face scrunching up in that cute orgasm face she always puts on, n her pretty moans and whines are spilling from her agape jaw.

with your eyes fuzzy you watch as she coats your cunt with her babies. ellie falls ontop of you; your sweaty tired bodies resting for a moment til—

“hold’up m’not done—gotta clean you up” you don’t even process what she said or what’s she’s doing until you feel her tongue against your sensitive clit.

you gasp and squirm away, but she chases after you, following wherever you move like her mouth is actually attached to your cunt.

“no no els it’s too—mm!” you shriek at the feeling of her sucking your clit in n tongue moving in circles. it rrly is all too much you can feel every little movement and groove of her tongue. you attempt to push her head away but she latches her arms around your thighs and moves her head side to side. her eyes squeezing shut at the taste of you and her combined.

you squeeze around her head n lift up off the couch again, squirming every which way to escape that mouth of hers. even pulling her hair and roughly pushing her head away isn’t getting her off.

“m’not stopping til you cum again if you really want me to stop say the safeword” she mumbles all muffled into your pussy then continue her attacks.

“i cant cum ellie! it’s too muchhh” you whine but ohh her tongue pushing in you and her lil button nose rubbing your clit has got you over the edge again so quickly.

instead of pushing her away you push her face deeper into you. tugging on her hair as spurts of squirt dribble from your pussy all over her lips and chin.

ellie moaning into your folds and finally detaching herself and wiping her face clean with the back of her hand.

“m’sorry love i couldn’t help myself” ellie mutters as she lays and nuzzles her face in the crook of your neck. pulling a blanket over you two.

“it’s okay” you whisper while catching your breath, “it just hurts now, n it’s so wet i feel dirty”

“well take a bath together babe just- can we lay here for a bit..m’so tired” ellie’s voice trailing lower.

“that’s your fault you put me in like 7 different position all in ten minutes” you say giggling and kissing her forehead.

“mmph shut up” ellie whines and stuffs her face in your neck. she’s just so cute you can help but kiss her all over her face <33

#ellie #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams fic #ellie x fem reader #ellie smut #the last of us #elliensfw #jackson ellie #seattle ellie #farm ellie #santa barbara ellie #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #dom!ellie

[demiesworld]

"ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES ME A DULL BOY"

☆ pairings: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, & ryomen sukuna x fem!reader

☆ synopsis: jjk men having sex with you during their work hours.

☆ contents: nsfw, smut, public sex, office sex (in gojo's & nanami's), bathroom sex (in sukuna's), car sex (in geto's), closet sex (in toji's), brief mention of adultery in toji's, p-in-v, unprotected sex, cowgirl (in geto's), doggystyle (in sukuna's), standing (in toji's), missionary (in gojo's & nanami's), kissing, creampie, spanking, dirty talking, quickies, dub-con (in sukuna's), just the usual filth

☆ notes: reader is a female and uses she/her pronouns. reader is mentioned to be out of college in sukuna's but she is of legal age.

— satoru gojo: "the wife"

you had only showed up to satoru's job just to drop off the lunch you packed for him that he accidentally left at home. you can't remember what led up to you being splayed over your husband's desk, legs spread open, and his tall, slender body in between your thighs. all you can remember was losing your panties, your dressed hiked up your stomach, before his girthy cock slid in between your folds and was stretching you open.

"h-haaaa... sato-satoruuu..." you moan out his name and arch your back up from the cold wooden desk. "satoru, hm, fuhh..."

here in his office, thankful that the door automatically locked, your husband used your body to his pleasure. satoru's hands gripped on your waist whilst he held you in that position, keeping you from moving away from his dick as he jackhammered right into your sweet spot. soft, low-pitched moans echoed from satoru. the feeling of your warm wet heat sucking in his cock caused him not to think straight.

"goddd baby, your tight little cunt always does this to meee..." he whines out, increasing his thrusts into your pussy.

your breath hitched and your walls contracted on satoru's length, "a-ahh! s-satoru, satoru, im cumming! im cumming! cum-INGGG!!!"

as you were announcing that you were close his deft fingers went to your clit, rubbing it in tight quick circles, and that became your undoing. your walls tightened around satoru and sticky cream coated his throbbing cock.

satoru moaned when he saw your cum painting his shaft. he kept pounding into you after you came, trying to chase his own end desperately. his narrowed hips kept slapping into yours alongside with his taut balls smacking against your taint.

"fuck baby, fuck baby, fuck baby," as he blurted out those words, his voice was getting higher and breathless, "im gonna cum. im gonna cum, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fu-ughh!" satoru slammed into your cunt a few more times before his body stilled and he came deep into your womb.

you place a hand on your lower stomach the moment you felt a warmness pool into your belly. you sit up from the desk, one leg propped up on the edge the other draped over satoru's arm. your eyes look down at the trail of cum that was flowing out when your husband slid out.

satoru's notorious bubbly laughter sounded in the large office room. "ahaha! ooh baby, wasn't that fun?" he says.

"y-yeah b-but satoru we- HM!"

you were cut off when his fingers entered in your heat and were fingering the remnants of his cum out of you. your arms slung around his shoulders followed by your lips pressing against his soft ones. satoru's tongue rolled over with yours. his perfect teeth nibbled on your lower lip before he delved his tongue back into your mouth. puffs of air exhaled out from your mouths as you two kissed.

"hm, ah, i still have thirty minutes left on my lunch break baby."

"huh?"

you were confused when he removed his fingers until satoru flipped you over on your stomach on the desk. he folded your dress over your back and hastily re-entered your pussy. a loud moan almost slipped past your lips if satoru hadn't slapped his hand over your mouth.

"ssh, we don't want to get caught," satoru whispered into your ear just before he jerked his hips forward and hit your sweet spot again. a cocky smirk on that pretty face of his, "do we baby?"

you don't know if you want to bring him his lunch again after today.

— suguru geto: "the assistant"

his pretty little personal assistant. you were just supposed to be a temporary fill-in while his other assistant was out on maternity leave. however, the temporary position became part-time then full-time, and by the time suguru's old assistant was back from their leave he had to find them another job. simply because he was stuck on you. not only did you follow his directions perfectly; you were punctual with completing assignments, you were eidetic in remembering his coffee order, and you liked suguru.

suguru wasn't dumb. he noticed those long, hopeful gazes you'd give him when you think he wasn't looking. he knows you deliberately changed your style in clothing. you went from wearing modest attire to body tight dresses, skirts and blouses. anything that showed off that unique figure you had. suguru knew you liked him.

he liked you too.

maybe a little too much for a worker's code of conduct.

"ah, ah, ah! suguru! suguruuu!"

after inviting you out to eat lunch together at some local bistro, he returned to the parking garage and convinced you into joining him in the backseat of his lexus. he was thankful that he had dark tinted windows and put up the sunshade on the windshield. had suguru not, people would be able to see his assistant riding his dick like a motorbike.

his long black hair was cascading down his face, sweat dampening his tresses and sticking it to his ivory skin. you were both half-clothed in his car. your blouse opened, tits hanging out of your bra and panties discarded on his backseat floor. suguru's shirt was off and pants were pulled down to his ankles as he sat in the middle seat. he hand his hands holding onto your round ass cheeks. he kept them spread open, his thumb tracing your rim, but not pressing into it.

"i thought i'd never get to feel this tight pussy on my cock. hmm, ahh, it was worth the wait sweetheart."

you jolt as his heavy hand popped you on your ass cheek. your fingers dug into his shoulders trying to balance yourself as your thighs started to tremble from bouncing up and down on him so much. you whimpered his name loudly, "suguru!" and leaned forward to grab the headrest behind his head. your breasts smothering his face.

suguru hungrily attached his lips on your nipple sucking on it like a parched man. his tongue wetted your nub, and teeth gnawed it between them. your boss wetly smacked his lips off of your nipple to bring the same attention to the other one.

you tossed your head back as you were getting stimulated by suguru's mouth on your breasts. you stopped bouncing on him to push his head closer to your tits. slowly you rotated your hips on his cock, your eyes roll back into your skull.

"uh, ah, c-cumming, suguru,"

"hmm..." suguru licks his lips after releasing your nipple and husked, "let me help you with that sweetie."

"uhhh..." you sigh.

suguru's hands hooked underneath your arms and held you tight by the shoulders. his feet were firmly planted onto the floor. suddenly your body was being pounded into from underneath. suguru's bulbous head kept ramming right into your sensitive nerve. your eyes widened and you gasped in shock.

"sugu- suguru! 'guru, 'guru! ah! UHHH!!!"

your walls squeezed his cock tight, and body went tense as you came all over him. your juices streaming on to his groin and drenching his skin in your essence. while you were cumming, suguru kept ramming deep into your haven. his tip kissing your cervix with each time he thrusted up.

he clenches his jaw when he felt his stomach tightening and a tight knot building up in his body. suguru's arms went slack yet they still embraced you as he railed a few more times into your heat.

"shit, shit, shit, ohh yesss!"

suguru holds your body down on his cock til you're buried to the hilt while he cums into your womb. your body shudders and sore legs twitch when you feel his cum leaking out of your pussy. even with his cock inside his thick beads of cum drips out and covers your folds and his shaft. his hand reaches in between to jerk himself off to shoot more of his load on your fluttering lips.

"mmhm, that looks so much nicer."

oh yeah, suguru liked you a little too much.

— kento nanami: "the friend"

every morning when kento walks into the office he is greeted by your bright and smiling face. your sweet voice addresses him with a soft "hello" and a wave of your hand. to which kento would wave back to you and briskly walks to his assigned cubicle in the office building. his cubicle just so happened to be right next to yours and you two are one of the few people who like to eat their lunches at their desk.

you two become more or less friends at the office. kento would assist you with some job tasks that you weren't quite well-skilled in. and he would seek for your help with some of his duties as well. together you both helped each other thrive to keep the money flowing into your pockets. sometimes you took lunches outside of the building as partners and enjoy each other's company.

kento likes his job. although what he doesn't like about it, is when it gets to the "rush season" of the job. he calls it that because lots of calls come in, and kento gets so behind on his paperwork that he winds up having to work overtime into the dead of night. he is the only person that he knows of that works overtime.

except that all changes when he returns to the office at 7pm at night and sees a light from a computer emanating in the office room. at first he thought one of his co-workers had forgot to shut down their computer. kento was just about to shut it off himself, until he notices that the computer light was strangely located right where your desk was at. as he got closer he saw the top of your head and the soft clicking of keyboard keys.

"y/n?" he softly calls out.

you whip your head around when you heard your name only to be surprised and smile when you see kento. "ah, kento! i didn't think anyone would be here."

"neither did i. are you behind on work as well?"

you nodded your head and explained to him why you were working late. you told him what assignments you weren't able to complete during normal operation hours. kento shared with you his own troubles. afterwards you and him went to your respective desks and worked.

kento was typing away on his computer keyboard when he heard you call his name about two hours into the late-night working. he pauses in filling in the spreadsheet and goes to your cubicle. you were having trouble trying to calculate some numbers. kento leaned over your seated form and helped you with it.

"you smell really good kento."

he cracked a small smile at your compliment. "thank you."

somehow that one compliment was followed by another compliment by kento towards your hair. then it leads to you rubbing your legs together, kento's large hand holding yours over the mouse, and in a blur your mouths were massaging each other's lips. hands were groping at body parts that would be deemed as inappropriate during work hours. soft moans were coming from you when kento lifted you up from the wheeled chair and sat you on top of the desk.

"hahh... kentooo."

you moan out his name when his cock buried into your pussy. your skirt was discarded, panties hanging off one ankle, and that same leg hanging over kento's shoulder. his cock was stretching your walls nicely, and your slick made it easier for him to slide back and forth. he places a hand on your covered breast and squeezes the flesh there in his palm. at the same time he's bucking his hips into yours.

"damn, you're so hot, so tight, and so damn good. ah, you feel so good!" kento growls, "im so sorry y/n, b-but i don't think i wanna- fuck- stop!"

"then don't stop, ah, k-kento k-keep fucking meee! oh! oh!"

kento grabs your other leg and places it over his vacant shoulder. he pulls his hips back shortly then slams forward. your voice bounces out a moan. his thrusts are slow and hard. you could feel him slide out from your slickened entrance then harshly pound into your core.

"don't stop? you don't want me to- hnng- stop?"

"fuhhh!! fuck! you're gonna make me cum kento!"

"oh yeah? then let's make, hah, you cum then!"

he leans his body over yours, forcing your legs into a position where your knees were touching your chest. your eyes went cross-eyed when kento sped up his thrusts and was pummeling into your sweet spot. you were seeing stars and couldn't think straight with him fucking you like this.

you couldn't warn him as your legs trembled and walls clamped around his dick when you came. kento had to find out by feeling the tightness of your pussy and your nectar spilling onto his groin. he let out a low guttural groan, sliding out till just the tip was inside of you, letting your walls flutter on his head. kento sheathed himself back into your heat, he attempted to return to the pace and rhythm he had set. unfortunately he was losing control over it. it became sloppy as he chased down his own orgasm.

"ha, ha, fuck, fuck," his hand held your ankle and his mouth pressed against it, kissing it tenderly while he pounded. "fuck y/n, y/n, fuck, fuck, oh fu- hnng!!" he stilled his hips and grinded into your pussy as he came into your womb. kento lazily rocked his hips letting your cunt milk him of every drop till he finally pulled out.

the blonde-haired man tilted his head back and released a long satisfied sigh.

he could handle working overtime if it meant working it with you.

— toji fushiguro: "the mistress"

it was no surprise amongst the people at the company about the relationship the boss, toji fushiguro, had with his young, lively secretary. everyone knew what you and him had going on. since the moment you were hired to be toji's new secretary the man couldn't keep his eyes nor his hands off of you. lingering touches in the break room, subtle glances during conference meetings, and extended lunches you and him took together.

everyone at the company knew of the relationship.

everyone except for mr. fushiguro's wife.

after the wife of your boss had generously dropped off a homemade lunch she cooked for him, toji called you into his office through the phone. you entered the large office room, a frown on your face and arms crossed over your chest.

"what do you want toji?"

toji raised an eyebrow by your sudden attitude, yet he didn't seem to show any sort of reaction to it. instead he opened the tupperware with the meal his wife cooked for him. the smell of spices intoxicated the air.

"come and try this, i want to see what you think of-"

"im not eating that."

your boss lifted his head up and looked at your cold expression. toji smirks and leans back in his chair. "why not?"

"im on a diet."

on a diet huh? toji internally says to himself. he closes the lid on the container and stands up from his desk. your boss doesn't say a word as he walks over to you and grabs you by the arm whilst dragging you out of his office. as he walks past his assistant, shiu kong, he tells him that he's taking an extended lunch and to send any incoming calls to voicemail. shiu watches as you struggle in toji's hold before you both turn a corner and disappear doing only what shiu knows as morally wrong.

"AH, AH, AH, T-TOJI!"

you're trapped in a cramped janitor's closet with him. he has you pressed up against a wall, your legs feet above the ground since he has them around his narrow waist, and his thick cock sinking deeper into your pussy.

your buttoned blouse was open, exposing your bouncing tits and hard nipples. the skirt you wore might as well just be trash since toji ripped it off. thank goodness you always carried an extra pair when you were at work. due to toji wanting to fuck you wherever, whenever, you mutually agreed that wearing panties would be pointless.

"stupid girl. i dick you down, i fucking, ugh! i fucking pay your stupid ass and you wanna give me attitude?" toji grunted in between the callous thrusts he gave, "all because of her?"

you don't answer his question, you're either too fucked out on his dick or you're scared to answer. either way, toji continues his rant, "who's the one i eat lunch with? who- fuck, who do i fucking take with me on those business trips? huh? it's you, isn't it?" the moment toji expects an answer out from you, you don't give it. which prompts him to grasp you by your neck, slightly choking you, and he growls, jackhammering his hips onto yours, "i said it's you, isn't IT?!"

"YES, YES, YES! it's me daddy! fuck!" you push your pelvis towards his own. meeting his ruthless thrusts half-way. your back arches up from the wall as you claw your fingers onto his back. toji feels this and he squeezes your neck again. a silent warning not to leave any marks on him. you recognize this and whimper, "im sorry daddy, im sorry, 'orry,"

toji growls into your ear, "you're gonna change that fucking attitude then?" you frantically nod your head and the wordless response results in a loud smack on the ass from toji. you yelp, and he smacks your ass again. hard enough to leave a bruise. "ha, you better fucking answer- hng me girl."

"y-yes daddy! yes daddy, daddy yes, fuck!"

satisfied with your answer, toji's hand around your neck loosens and he shifts his head so he could kiss you roughly. it's a sloppy mess of tongues licking, lips suckling, and teeth nipping. but it's carnal enough to have you gasping for air in between the tangles of wet kisses.

toji lets go of your addictive lips and glanced down at where you two were connected. "im gonna cum inside, you're still on the pill right?"

you nod your head, and tightened your cunt around his length, that was the encouragement he needed to cum. toji's thrusts became quick and hard until they stopped when he slammed deep. his body stilled while he came inside of you. toji fucks his cum languidly in and out of you before he slid out and the thick blobs of his liquid streams down your legs.

"heh, that's what i like to see."

as you two were getting dressed, you looked down at your torn skirt then up at toji. "you have to go grab me another skirt, i can't walk out there like this." he looked at you up and down, and when you gave him a pleading look he sighed and left to go grab you your backup skirt.

when the door shut you rolled your eyes and leaned against the wall. a sinister grin grew on your lips when you recalled toji's question before he came inside of you. "you're still on the pill right?" you mimic his voice inside of the closet and say, "yeah, im still on the pill."

"i was on it two weeks ago."

— ryomen sukuna: "the new girl"

ryomen sukuna was a feared man. he was what the people in the business industry called the "merchant of death" he owned a multi-billion dollar company that stem from generation to generation. no one dared to cross ryomen. no one dared to make ryomen upset with them for the fear of what he could to do to their company. he was thought of as a feared man to everyone that knew him.

everyone except you. the new girl that worked in the human resources department of his company.

he didn't know much about you, he just knew that you were fresh out of college. you were still in training to work in HR and you had just started working for him a week ago. ryomen only encounters you during conference meetings, and even then he doesn't say a word to you. yet you greet him, you try to talk to him, you even compliment him on his suits.

maybe ryomen is confused, and forgot what it meant to be good-natured. either way he corners you in the unisex bathroom stall. locking the door behind him after he'd shoved you into the 4x4 cube.

"what is it that you want from me?"

"huh?"

"you heard me!" you flinch when he yells at you. he's standing just an arms length away from you his fists clenched at his sides. "you've been constantly pestering me. smiling at me, batting those eyes at me, and commenting on my clothes."

you slowly blink at him and softly respond. "mr. sukuna, i don't... i don't see you in that way."

"eh? so you don't think i'm attractive?"

"what- wait! n-no! i mean! mr. sukuna, you're putting me in a tight spot!"

ryomen snorts, "i'm putting you in a tight spot?! darling, you're not going to be in a tight spot." he inches closer to you, backing you against the sink in the bathroom stall. your back hits the ceramic just as his face is just centimeters away from yours. "but i will be."

you had yourself bent over the bathroom sink, standing in front of the mirror with the owner of a multi-billion dollar company pummeling his hard cock into your tight cunt. your pants were pulled down to your ankles, and your arms were clutched together by ryomen. he drove into your body with so much force, you were afraid at some point the sink you were leaning on would break. though that was the least of your concern. right now you were trying hard to be quiet while your boss practically ravaged you like an animal.

"hm! hm! hm! hm! mr. s-sukunaaaa... p-pluh-pleeease!"

a heavy hand slapped you on your ass. sharp finger nails dug into your flesh. "i don't want to hear that. call me by my name. ryooomennn." he growls.

you pant as you spread your legs wider and subconsciously threw your ass back on him. "ryo-ryomennn... ryomen!" you bit down on your bottom lip and squealed when you felt his tip hit your sensitive spot. "hnn!! ryomen, right there, right there, right there!"

ryomen cracks into a large arrogant grin. he watches himself fuck you, the new girl in HR, in the mirror. he sees that you have your head looking down and he can't see the expressions you're making on your face. ryomen grabs you by your head and positions you to look at yourself in the mirror.

"look! look at how stupid im making you look! aha! hng! fuck! you stupid, stupid girl." ryomen sneers. "i think, fuck, after this, i might just give you a promotion!"

your knees buckle and you make a strangled noise that's between a moan and a gasp. his cock is abusing your sweet spot, never relenting or showing you mercy. you stick out your tongue while you lock eyes with him in the mirror.

"a-aahhhh," you sigh out mindlessly.

ryomen laughs at your stupidity, though it abruptly stops when you wordlessly clench around his cock and you cum all over him. you squirt right onto his pelvis, with some of it landing on his prada loafers. he jerks you forward over the sink counter and slaps you on your ass cheek.

"you stupid girl! why didn't you tell me you were cumming?"

"hmm, ryo..men... ahh..."

he curls his lips in disgust at you, "damn maybe i did fuck you stupid then." he smirks widely and pulls his hips back, "oh well,"

you make another strangled noise when he slams right into your spot again. only this time your eyes roll back and you babble to yourself about how good he feels. ryomen lets go of your arms to slap both of his hands on your ass cheeks and roughly pound into you from behind. his balls slap against your clit each time his hips met the curve of your ass.

"haa, haa, fuck this pussy feels so damn good. too bad it belongs to a stupid whore like you!" he pants, giving your ass another smack with the flick of his wrist. "i think i'm about to cum, hng, ah, i wonder where... fuck where should i do it?"

you mumble, "in...s-siidee, insidddee,"

your boss cackles, "did you say i should cum inside you slut?" he grabs you by your neck and lightly presses down on your throat. "you don't tell me what to do," he hisses and his thrusts became sloppier and quicker. "what if i- what if i want to fucking cum... hm! o-on that fucking stupid face you have?" he grits his teeth, and hammers his cock in your creaming pussy. "or on those dumb things you call tits? m-maybe in that mouth of yours? ugh! fuck you're such a stupid girl! fuck, fuck, fuck, im gonna cum!"

ryomen hips stilled and he came with a loud guttural groan when he filled your pussy up with his heavy loads of cum. his dick was throbbing and spurting out his hot seed into your womb. filling you up nicely. he pulls his cock out of your heat, holding himself by the base and slapping his heavy tip against your puffy clit. meanwhile the remnants of his cum was dripping out of your hole and onto the floor in a puddle of white.

"ha, ha, haaaa... jesus christ girl. hm, from this day on you're going to be my personal assistant." he slaps his hand on your ass cheek again. "you're moving out of HR and you're going to be working for me. do you understand?"

you muster up a weak, "y-yes...s-sir."

ryomen smirks.

maybe he might enjoy your company, new girl.

demie: NOW IM GONNA BE HONEST, WITH TOJI'S I LITERALLY DID NOT EXPECT TO WRITE THAT. BUT I WAS LIKE FUCK IT IM GONNA GO WITH IT. WE BABY TRAPPING THESE MOFOS. oh and if you peep into it, you can see that toji was basically fucking with reader's feelings by offering her food that his WIFE cooked for him. what a slap in the fucking face smfh deadbeat ass. also i stayed up till 1am on a work night finishing to write this w h e e z e s anyways imma take my ass to sleep now. GOOD NIGHT!!!

#gojo x reader #geto x reader #nanami x reader #toji x reader #sukuna x reader #gojo smut #geto smut #nanami smut #toji smut #sukuna smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #geto suguru #nanami kento #fushiguro toji #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #toji fushiguro #kento nanami #satoru gojo #suguru geto

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pls remember to reblog if you like any of my recs❤️

poly

dating svt (hyung line) - LOVE IT, joshua got me on a chokehold, and wonwoo PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE :( wherecanIgetoneofthose

dating svt (maknae line) - mingyu as a back hugger is so :(((((((((, I can totally see dino writing love letters to his s/o :(((

pick-up lines - non-idol! au, fluff, silly af, my favs are jeonghan, jun, wonwoo, woozi, mingyu, chwe and chan

you take your promise ring off during a fight - performance unit, vocal unit , hip-hop unit, angsty af, made me cry a little

reaction to the camera panning to them when their idol!s/o is on stage - idol!au, idol!reader, dsfkjsdfjh the jeonghan is my fav idk

kitten ears - pwp, smut, hybrid!reader in heat, LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING ABOUT THIS ONE RIGHT HERE, IT´S FILTH,,,,, and my fav one is hoshi´s LDJSLFJH read it whenever you feel like having a smut fest

hip hop unit

seungcheol

let me take care of you - drabble, fluff, hubby!cheol, pregnant reader, he is straight uP husband soon-to-be-daddy material, this was so CUTE,,,

caught in a trap - smut, seunkwan´s sister!reader, older brother´s bff!cheol, face riding, he makes you beg for it, “you’ve got me in your little trap, baby. what are you gonna do with me?” SLDKJSHDFKSJ whY is he like tHAT??

as your boyfriend - he gets offended if you don´t let him pay???? now THAT´S my kind of man

whatever you say - fluff, crack, text au, #simp, this is funny lmao

wonwoo

he angry fucks you bc he lost in a video game - blurb, smut, explicittt, the title??? I can see the vision. listen the way this just escalated INMEDIATLY I-, he is ANGRY FR FR in the hottest way, just read it ok pls

he´s rough and in love - smut, just pwp, i made up the name bc it is what it is, he´s already made you cum twice but he still looks at you with eyes full of the purest love while doing the nastiest things, puthy clenching dirty talking, you talk too much, y’know that?, he wanted to keeP GOINg like,,,,sir

the peephole - smut, perv!wonu, roomies au, he´s obsessed, "Speak up, slut. Or have I fucked you completely stupid already" UMMMM?????

scented candles - e.r, fluff, idk idk idk this was cute

couple things - slice of life, fluff, “is there… a reason you’re upside down, my love?” 

needle in the hay - idol au, angst, smut, break up au, idol!reader, 97-liner! reader, poor wonu, slow burn kinda, he´s hopeless and scared and nervous

lingering looks - fluff, idol romance u, POWER COUPLEEEEEEE, I love it, this could be us but he playin

marriage -married life au, dad!wonu, his daughter (a child) wants to marry uncle gyu so he goes on cardiac arrest bc there´s no mf way bUT at least it wasnt soonyoung

workplace crush - work au, co-worker!wonu, I CAN TOTALLY SEE HIM AS "THE IT DEPARTAMENT CRUSH"!!!!! I would have had to quit, it´s too much

cat and mouse - smut, kinda red flag!wonu, "Wonwoo thinks you’re the cutest person ever. And the part of you he finds the most cute? The fact that you actually think he’s going to let you avoid him forever." FLSDUKFJHSLDKJFH

arguments - smut, “You remember how I dealt with that little attitude of yours last time?”  he´s a cocky mf

wisdom tooth surgery - fluff, reader is out of it bc of anesthesia and she cant believeee mingyu´s hot rommie is her mans, it´s a nice read

bruised - angst, fluffy ending, break up au, tough guy wonu but he´s actually a cutie pie, he´s careless about his safety, I LOVE ITTT, the angst is gewd

what you need - smut, shy!reader, soft dom!wonwoo, praise kink, JEON MF WONWOO I- LSFHSKDJFHLSJDFLH this made me blush yall, the ending too sdfksdfkh

mingyu

birthday boy - fluff, f2l, the fLIRTING!!??, i honestly blushed, my eyes got watery and everythin, i HATE IT (not) bc why is he so dreamy every TIME??, also,,, the make out sesh?? MY GODDD, i swear I felt it. he. is. inloveeeeee

first kiss - fluff, established relationship, he IS going to kiss you or else,,,,the man is obsessed

he´s big - smut, size kink,"daddy's too big for you? s'okay, princess, you can do it. you can take it. you're my good girl." CALL THE MF POLICE RN!!!!1!!!!! iminlove

big buff gyu - smut, manhandling, dom!gyu, “look at me, let me see you cry, baby” STOOOOOPPPP sksdfnslflfwkf

beach boobs babes - smut, beach au, chubby reader, big boobs, he´s suffering sfjfjdhdjdh, HE´S COCKY,, literally, shit talker, titty fuckin, he likes thicc girlsssss

pup code - fluff, smut, crack, size kink kinda, mingyu has a fat crushhhh, lowkey himbo vibes, he gets so nervous lmao, jeonghan is a lil shit, somebody help mingyu omg, wonwoo is a victim!!!!!, “I’ve never done the Zoolander face in my life!” jefjrejufriuj

sleepy talk - fluff, married au, “Do you think I’m pretty?” “Sweetheart, we’re married.”

his girl - smut, angst, emotionally unavailable reader, whipped mingyu, “i’ll fuck you forever.. as long as you want. fuck you ‘til you never wanna leave again”

funfetti - bf!gyu, birthday au, so FLUFFY I WANNA CRYYYYYYYYYY love him sm :(

hybe romance - idol!gyu, idol!reader, fluff, love itttttttttttt, THOSE PICS OF MINGYU ON PART 2 LORDDDD, if I was an idol hanging out with the 97 squad i´d be a hOE, no questions asked, bunch of men i want to fucc sitting together would be the end of me

pussy drunk - smut, pussy whipped, "i'm legit gonna kill myself if we dont fuck again", HE NEED SOME MIL

creep - smut, halloween au, serial killer!gyu, ghost!gyu, jeonghan is always starting some shit I swear, this is DIFFERENTTT and the smut is so good yall PLEASE read it

first morning together - fluff, UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH :((((((( ihateithere

warm on a cold night - fluff, college au, bsf to lovers, it´s cute

daddy - smut, lowkey fluff, dom!mingy, daddy kink, SIZE KINK are we even surprised atp?, innocent! reader

drunk giant - drunk!mingyu, bc why would he try to challenge cheol to a drinking game??, wonwoo is tired, and somebody get hoshi´s lips off of seokmin!

gym and thirst - smut, those pics of mingYU NAUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR WOOF WOOF SDKHWEYWRAWRRAWRAWR bc why tf would joshua do that for????? pls I love big men

mingyu´s cause of death - FLUFF, bf!gyu, this made me really want to cry myself to sleep from the beggining bc there´S NO WAAAAAAAAYYYYY :´´) so cute #simp #whipped

heater - fluff, gyu is cold,,,or is he not, “you’re literally taking all of my body heat, that’s why i’m cold,” “maybe if you didn’t insist on using my boobs as a pillow-,” “oh shut up,”

stain on the sink - fluff, e.r, slice of life, sex joke, you bleach his hair, is so domestic idkidk

cuffing season - smut, richbf!mingyu, he got a black card, good money, good job, loves spoiling you AND he´s wearing the wife beater - grey sweats combo??????? CUFF HIM UP NAAAOWWW, AND AND AND he also makes sure to fuck you without ruining your hair and nails that HE PAID FOR!!!!!! BUT since he gets a lil carried away and you chipped a nail he gives 300 dollar$$$ to get it fiixed right away LIKE????? god please when is it my turn to be happy

worshipping you - smut, sub!gyu, a short one but WHEEEWW

wet sound - smut, short one, THE DIRTY TALK!!!!!! I HATE HIMMMMMMMMMM bc wdym he makes her shut up so she can listen to her wet coochie sOUNDS????? call 911 rn

kitty - smut, THE VISUALS??!?!??! the way this played in my mind had me shook

trouble - fluff, non-idol!gyu, you´re his pretty mess, lowkey brat reader, in love gyu, baking cookies with his cute lil helper sdfljsdfljh :( its cute

vernon

vernon loves your face - he´s so in love omg, sdsdkfj it´s so cute

coffee talk - fluff, coworker!vernon, work romance au, jwhhxsjxsjd cutee

no studying for you - smut, he isn´t letting you study, “Hansol! For the love of fuck!” “Yeah that’s me, I love to fuck,” what?? dkdsfjfj

bias - fluff, slice of life, idol!au, you make the cats choose their svt bias, IT SO WHOLESOME :((((((((

vocal unit

woozi

joshua

bad joke - angst, fluff, calling you clingy

tom and jerry - smau, fluff, crack, text au, SOMEBODY COME GET JISOO LMAOO, he´s doing too much

mr. nice guy - smut, next door neighbors au, I HATE HIM skfffkjs this got me blushing and shit, he cosplays as a gentleman but he´s actually just a flirty nasty mf

seokmin

You Know What They Say About Men With Big Feet - smut, big feet, big nose, big muscles and a big dicc YUPPPPPP, seokmin has it ALL

perfect man - smut, he´s a gentleman, reader makes the mf move and I would have too

jeonghan

2am conversations - slice of life, “what if crabs think that fish can fly?” “angel, it’s two in the morning,” sdkhfksb it´s cute :(((( so domesticc

such a flirt - fluff, he keeps on flirting but has a breakdown when you flirt back lmao, cute

call me by his name - smut, softdom! wannabe harddom! hannie, hSLFDHSLKFH I CAN REALLY SEE THIS HAPPENING idk idk

the long way - model!jeonghan, staff!reader, UGGHHDSLHFLSKH i love this, he´s so confident and lowkey straight forward

tinted windows - smut, ceo!hannie, panty ripper,, literally, car sex, “sir you have a meeting in twenty minutes.” “fuck that stupid meeting, i have more important things to be doing right now.” IT´S GOOD YALL

seungkwan

dance unit

hoshi

why do you love me? - fluff, blurb, so cute

too hot - very suggestive, naaaahhhh he was done for before it even started

first time - smut, fluff, crack, they´re both dumb, reader is boldddd lmao, #couplegoals

drunk and in love - fluff, wasted!hoshi, him in his tiger patterned-shirt, asdkjasdh he´d deff be like this, he rants about how wonderfull you are to whoever got ears, so cute

junhui

jun realizes he has a size kink - blurb, smut, the words he SAIDD I-, in my opinion it was too short!1! that was some good stuff

how badly do you want this? - smut, oral, 7 mins in heaven, it´s hottt

minghao

lollipops and candy bars - smut, sub!hao, reader loves to tease, cute and innocent looking reader, hao needs help lmao, "Well, I finished off my lollipop a while ago, do you have anything else I could suck on?” SKLHDLFJHKLDJ wow

chan

#seventeen x reader #seventeen fanfic #svt x reader #wonwoo smut #mingyu x reader #svt smut #mingyu fluff #mingyu smut #choi seungcheol #kim mingyu #jeon wonwoo #svt fluff #svt fanfic #woozi x reader #woozi fluff #jeonghan #mingyu #vernon #seungkwan #woozi #jun x reader #junhui x reader #seokmin x reader #dk x reader #dk smut #dk fluff #jeonghan x reader #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol smut #seungcheol fluff

[hanasnx]

taking work dad!hayden home to meet your parents and he has to cover your mouth while he fucks you in your childhood bed, whispering nasty filth about how you probably dreamed about this exact scenario when you lived there, considering you have rots posters on your walls 🤭🤭

i doubt our boy scout hayden would debase your childhood room like that. hes no anakin. but ☝ i went fucking crazy for "considering you have rots posters on your walls". also, with the way reader acts around hayden i sincerely and lovingly doubt she has a father

and its like you're giving him the house tour, and he sees a glimpse inside your old room bcos the door's open "whats that" and youre like oh my god its nothing dont worry about it

and he makes you show him your room and you're fucking flushed because you didn't take down the posters. hayden sees his face from all angles as anakin skywalker up on your walls, some magazine clippings, your bucket list pinned up and one of the items is "meet my hero hayden christensen!" and you rip it down so he can't finish reading it

goddd you'd never live it downn. hes grinning at you and teasing you and pinching your cheek about it like "aw baby you're so sweet."

#indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!! #anon #hayden

[ashes-writing]

outer banks ● one girl two guys pt 7 ● j.maybank + t.thornton

warnings

reader and abandonment issues / tough girl vibes, mentions of Topper's own home issues ( the fucking wicked bitch of the island imo), jealousy, angst. people doing literally every thing but the most sensible thing, treasure hunts / other shenanigans, violence / confrontations and name calling on occasion, reader does not get along with Kiara or Sarah, kissing / body fluids exchanged, eventual filth -sooner than ya'll think tbh, alcohol / w**d + smoking.

<- reader/you are female. with female parts. and clothing/personality/other stuff that I came up with during the writing. This is me being self-indulgent yet again and I'm not sorry.

word count

2167 exactly. for missing context ( part 6 ) can be found by clicking. For context sake, this takes place a few days after part 6.

summary

-- you find yourself caught between loyalty -and love, for your longtime best friend JJ Maybank.. and growing feelings for Topper Thornton, a Kook. This won't be messy at all, right?

taglist + shoutouts

-- taglist is here. if you'd like to be tagged in my outer banks stuff please lmk or add yourself by clicking the link.

@tbmunson babessss you.. are amazing. i love you so so so so much and you always inspire me. i hope you like this bc.. drama.

@valentineshiftz your comments always make me feel warm and so fuzzy and I love you for this, you don't know how much it means to me. I can't thank you enough.

@writingreadinglurkingandsmirking your reactions, oh my goddd.. they make my day so much brighter and I lowkey wanna cry every time because it means so much to me that you're getting a kick out of reading this as i am writing it. thank you sm.

@stilesstilinskisgf omg sweetie, you're too sweet and I lowkey wanted to cry because your comment made me so happy to read. I love you sm, thank you, thank you, thank you.

@music4life42 i thought i'd tag you bc you asked to be tagged in everything, feel free to ignore, babes! ilysm!

other links

masterlist ● jj's masterlist ● toppers masterlist ● about + rules

The storm that's been hanging over the island all day finally settles in just as you get comfortable in bed. You tense as loud thunder rattles the glass of your bedroom window and when lightning comes right behind it and it's just a little too close for comfort, you rush to close the tapestry you have strung up over your window.

The volume on the television goes up higher too, just to drown out the silence in the house because your mom cut out for parts unknown in the wee morning hours so she might not be back for the night. You'll be lucky if she's back in days, today was payday for her, after all.

As the storm rages on outside, you find yourself reaching for the phone at least two times but you stop yourself short of texting him.

Because he's a nice guy but he might not get your stupid and childish fear of really bad storms.

And the boy who does get it, well.. he's probably too busy to be bothered tonight. You know he made up with Kiara, they were all over each other when you saw him pick her up from her shift earlier.

You're doing just fine and staying just a little calm right up to the point that the thunder rolls louder and your windows rattle even more and the lights and TV flicker off only to turn right back on two times in a row.

When the lights go out entirely and they don't just turn back on right away then the panic sets in a little more. Becomes a little harder to ignore.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. 

Your gaze settles on the leak in the corner of your bedroom and given that you're not keen on sitting in total darkness and silence, you slip out of your bed, stumbling through the darkness and chaos in the living room to the kitchen. Digging in the junk drawer produces a few candles left over from the ones you bought before Agatha made landfall earlier in the summer. You're halfway through digging around for a big pot to place below the leak in your ceiling when the door is pounded on.

"Who the hell is even out in this shit?" you're wondering to yourself as you gather pan, candles and a long nose lighter as well as a bag of blue fuego takis and one of your creamed sodas. 

"Hey!"

 Its Topper calling out to you as he pounds on the door. You make your way over to the door and set down your armload to open it.

A loud boom sends you flinching, jumping up a little and Topper steps into you, slipping his arms around you.  "It's okay."

"I know. I just hate storms." you mumble and you feel so childish for being afraid that you won't look up at him. The lightning strikes nearby and he grabs you by the hips and steps into your house, locking the door behind him.

"Can I stay here again tonight?" he asks quietly. And he knows that it might seem stupid or clingy to you but after the latest fight with his mother, the only person he wanted to see was you.

He's afraid that he's coming off too clingy, that it has to seem weak, pathetic that he can't stay away but the pull to you is too hard to keep fighting. 

And he doesn't want to anymore. 

"Yeah.. i.. I was actually thinking about calling you."

Oh the way he feels to hear you admit that. But he doesn't say anything to let on how much it means.

"You were, huh?"

"Mhm." You're looking down til he tilts your chin to make you look at him. "Storms scare you."

You nod. Grumble and give him a little shrug. "I know. It's dumb."

"It's not though. It's okay to be scared." Topper pulls you close by the hips and he's staring down at you, lost in thought. A million miles away it seems. You seem to melt into him as he says it's okay to be scared and he lets you.

You pull away a little because you don't want to seem clingy and you really don't want to start needing him -it's already too late for that- and he nods to the candles and lighter. "We should probably light those. This storm is only gonna get worse.. that's what they were saying on the radio on my way over."

"Yeah." you grab the candles and the lighter and make your way into your bedroom, forgetting all about the pot you grabbed for your roof leak.

The two of you set to quietly lighting every candle you have in your room already plus the three you'd gotten from the kitchen and then you flop down on your bed. Topper follows suit and as he pulls off his t-shirt, you're staring, glad you're behind him and he's totally unaware. He settles in beside you and more loud thunder sends you scrambling to hide your face.

In his chest.

He slips an arm between your legs and pulls you so that you're draped over him and then he wraps his arms around you, chuckles quietly. "Thats.. that's okay, right?" 

"Yeah." you mumble, forgetting that you're nearly mouth to mouth with the way he's holding you. When our lips graze his, his breath catches and he wonders if it'll ever come out. "It's just a storm. I'm right here, alright? I'm not going anywhere." his mouth brushes yours with each whispered word and when he caresses your cheek you can't stop the whine that escapes. You want to kiss him so bad that your lips tingle and for a few seconds, you forget to breathe. He hears the cute little sound of course and when he does he just can't take it another second. He needs to kiss you.

It’s the only thing he’s been sure of with any kind of absolute certainty all summer.

“Top-?” you barely get his name out and his mouth is against yours. His tongue probing at your mouth til it falls open and you’ve grabbed hold of his shoulder, nails against his skin as you immediately start to kiss back. He bites back a groan as you melt into him completely, a hand gripping the column of his neck to deepen the kiss and cling to him as much as you can. One of his hands slides up your back and tangles up in your hair. Neither one of you can breathe properly, and there are colored dots lining the edge of your vision. When you nip at his lips, he rocks himself up into you before he can stop it from happening. 

You both pull away, catching your breath. You’re staring at the way you kissed back hard enough to swell his lips and he’s caressing your face and the side of his neck. Smoothing damp hair out of your eyes so that it’s behind your ear. 

But you already miss his mouth against yours so you’re leaning in all over again before you even realize it’s happening. Your noses bump together and laughter is swallowed by a softer kiss. Gentle pecks that turn into a kiss so deep that you can’t tell where he stops and you start. His hands are wandering over your body and you whine into his mouth, making him chuckle quietly at the sound.

Every part of his brain is frantic. Screaming at him to stop. Reminding him he’s only gonna end up hurt all over again when he needs you too much or he wants you too much and you finally see just how weak he really is. How desperate he is for you to feel the same way about him that he does you.

Because it is weak.

The kiss breaks a second time and you’re staring down at him, dazed. Confused because you were not expecting him to kiss you, especially not like that, all needy and frantic, like you were water and he wanted to drink you up.

“Topper..”

He tenses. Jaw fluttering. “I shouldn’t have.. I-” he’s about to apologize but you laugh softly. Press your finger into his lips. “Don’t apologize. I-I.. I wanted you to kiss me. I wanted to kiss you first, I just..” your words die out and you’re dragging your fingers over defined muscles because staring at his bare chest and tracing the hard planes with your fingers is just so much easier than saying everything all at once.

Having him realize that you’re dangerously close to falling and being put off by it, and possibly, most likely, abandoning you just like others have in the past.

,, Even JJ got sick of you. This won’t be any different. Don’t say it, don’t you dare say it.” 

And you listen to your mind instead of your heart or your gut.

“Just what?” Topper asks. “C’mon, talk to me.”

“Nothing.. I was just scared to do it.” you tell him what you can safely admit for now. Your eyes settle on his lips and you’re staring hard enough that he chuckles quietly. “Do you want me to kiss you again, __?”

“Y-yeah.” you breathe out the word, shaky. “I do.”

Topper’s hand catches in your hair and he pulls your mouth back down against his mouth greedily. Hungry. Devouring your mouth with his mouth. When the thunder rattles at your window again, you jump a little and his fingers dig against your body. “Pay attention t’me. Not the storm, baby.” he mumbles, his words swallowed in the kiss. 

And the way your heart flutters just a little when he calls you baby.

His hand slips beneath the hem of the oversized shirt you’re wearing and you gasp, your nails dig against his chest, leaving crescents in his skin as you do so. He growls against your mouth quietly, a hand gathering the soft and thin fabric of your tie-dye shirt. When his hands finally settle on your ass to hold you on top of him, you whine into the kiss and nip at his mouth, breathless. 

Rubbing against him, though the first time is purely by accident. He sucks in a harsh breath and his fingers dig against your ass. Squeezing. The more he kisses you and holds you like this. The more you squirm against his body, the harder he gets. And he’s trying so hard not to think about it or make things awkward. He doesn’t want you to think all he wants is to get laid. He wants you to know he wants you.

All to himself.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip,drip.

The little noise filters into your awarenesses at the same time and Topper breaks the kiss. “Is your ceiling leaking, baby?”

You palm your face and nod. “I forgot to bring the stupid pot in here to catch the water.”

“Hang on. I’ve got it.”

You’re laughing as he stands, letting you cling to him with your legs squeezing his waist. He stubs a toe in the darkened living  room, “Shit.” and you’re giggling quietly. He pretends to pout. “That’s not funny, love.”

“No, but also yes. I’m sorry this place is practically a goddamn trap house.” you mumble against his skin and he shakes his head. “It’s cozy.”

“Topper, the back door doesn’t lock and the roof leaks in like.. Seven places. You’re staying in a glorified hostel when you crash here.”

“You’re here though.” he admits, face burning hot as he locks eyes with you while picking up the forgotten pot from the table right beside the front door. You swallow hard. Let what he’s saying -and the look in his eyes as he says it, sink in.

But before you even dare to give yourself an ounce of hope, that inner pessimism is out in full force. Reminding you that if you’re smart you won’t get used to him. Or any of this. Because when it’s gone again, it’s only gonna hurt you so much more.

The thing is, it’s too late. And you’re torn between enjoying the moment and waiting on the other shoe to drop. Waiting on the day everything goes back to exactly the way it was before.

Dreading it when it happens.

He carries you back into your room and gently drops you down onto your mattresses piled on the floor that serve as your bed. Then he turns on his phone to use as a flashlight and slides the pot beneath the leak in the corner of your room. And on his way back to your bed, he stops to light a few of the candles that went out because they’d burned a little too long.

And then he’s settling in beside you again, slipping an arm between your legs again to pull you back on top of him so he can fall asleep holding you. Because nothing else really matters to him right now but doing that. 

#jj maybank #topper thornton #jj maybank imagine #topper thornton imagine #jj maybank fanfiction #topper thornton fanfiction #jj maybank fanfic #topper thornton fanfic #jj maybank x fem!reader #topper thornton x fem!reader #jj maybank x yn #topper thornton x yn #<- my writing ● jj maybank #<- my writing ● topper thornton #<- warnings | complicated relationship dynamics / eventual filth / jealousy / angst / nothing to lovers ● see other warnings above. #<- warning | female reader ( female parts / hair / clothing / personality + nicknames / petnames ) #fandom (outer banks) ● season ( 2/3... alternate universe ) ● characters ( topper thornton + jj maybank ) #-- this one got a little... heated whew. #-- and it's uh.. leading up to.. things.

[muttfr0mmars]

need multiple tboys filling n pluggin all my holes pls n thank you

need them talking abt me n my holes like i'm not even there, but telling each other how good i feel n how wet i am n how my cunt clenches up when i've got tcock in my mouth <//3

just imagining bein splayed across one of their laps, my back to their front, having them whisper praises n filth in my ear while the other one plays with my boypussy :'(( goddd

ridin a transmasc's face while they grab at my tits n hips n thighs, n i've got my face buried in another tboy's bush hnnnn need !!!

really just need to be passed around n used n groped n praised by other hot sexy amazing tboys <3

#cw free use #tw free use #jus bein able to let go of ur thoughts and go all hazy cuz there are hot people taking care of u #n makin u feel good n ur making them feel good :'( #WAHHHH #trans nsft #t4t nsft #t4t mlnb #t4t mlm #queer nsft

[moonrisecoeur]

oh lord, ok, im back with more filth. apologies again in advance. youve literally encouraged my delusions. i am so delulu for him

**also just wanna disclaimer that im transmasc so if some of the things i say are worded a bit weird its just bc im not personally thinking in a fem perspective ! :)

i know i already talked about it but goddd i want to just pamper and pretty leon up so badly. leon just seems like an eyeliner and nail polish type of guy i cant explain it. hes just so Damn gorgeous in his re2 1998 concept art (leon is genuinely such a fuckin pretty man). i just wanna do his eye makeup, i wanna paint his nails, and god forgive me but id find some pretty lipstick to put on him too. i want to make him cry from pleasure so i can see his eyeliner and shadow leave streaks on his face. i want to fucking smear his lipstick and make him look like a fucking slut. i want to make him kiss and bite my thighs so he leaves them lipstick stained. i wanna tell him how hes such a good boy and to look at how pretty his lipstick marks are while he sucks on me. GRAhh. i wanna press his hands to the bed, look at his pretty fingernails as he holds onto my hand for dear fucking life while i fuck him.

id actually commit atrocities to see leon in thigh highs. LIKE GOD DAMN. FUCK, id be sweating hed look so fucking sexy in that. and yes, some lingerie. i dont care he'd look perfect with his fat tits being barely covered by some pretty lace. and i know hed be so god damn shy at first (god hes so cute), but hed change tune so fast when you cant keep yourself off of him, pawing his tits and biting his thighs. AND BY GOD. THE THIGH HIGHS STAY THE FUCK ON. that man also has THICK fucking thighs, perfect for grabbing and manhandling while you fuck him. like god damn have you seen the power behind those kicks? and all of that strength is gone when you start praising him and rubbing your cock against his ass.

ehehe i think about being with re2 leon domestically sooooso much im ngl. i legit constantly think about how hot itd be to fuck him in uniform ok. loosen enough of the buttons on his button up so you can oogle his chest, pull his pants down just enough so you can fuck him, trapping his legs with his belt. working him up through his pants, driving him crazy bc theyre too thick to get off from just you rubbing through them but getting enough feeling that it gets him hot and bothered. how rough his fingerless gloves would feel against your skin as he grabs at you for support.

i kinda. imagine, at least re2 leon, probably hasnt really done anything involving his ass aside from like, a little bit of curious exploring. (older leons is a hard maybe but this is about my pookie rookie) he'd always been insanely into you domming him, but i know hed be so fucking SHY when you bring up the suggestion of topping him. youd have to give him some time to think on it, poor baby. he's not sure how he feels about it, at least thats what he tells himself, but he cant help but get so flustered when he thinks about it. and you bet that he was redder than a tomato when he asks you to try it. the first time you just start with just your fingers, and that already has him fucking weak and quivering under you. cant control his fucking volume (not like he ever could). touch his dick and hes done. after that, god hed be addicted to it, it takes him a while to get over the initial shyness he feels about liking it so god damn much but FUCK i would not mind hes so sexy underneath me.

and. op. good LOOOORRRRDD. ["but also want to fuck him so so slow and deep i can feel it moving around if i put on hand on his abdomen"] FUCK. GOD DAMNNNN FUCK. when you start fucking him often he'd def loooove pushing his limits on how much he can take. he wants you to stretch his ass, fucking loves the feeling of you pushing in him and hushing him while peppering his face and neck in kisses. he loves to feel stretched and full of your cock and lets you know it, cant keep quiet about it. also this is probably just me but. want that man to have a fucking bush of a happy trail. i wanna run my fingers through and play with it while i fuck him slow and deep so i can feel my cock stretch him. god ID fucking be whimpering at that its so fucking hot jesus christ, i also kjhgkjhsdghsdkgf i love leon having a soft body. like yes he absolutely takes pride in working out and his strength but. softness around those muscles..mmmhnn. softness around muscles is just good in general i like him being at a healthy weight give my man some food rn pleaseee.

i wanna take him out on dates so i can grab and squeeze his waist in the same spot id grab it to fuck him just to get him worked up and thinking about it. what's gonna happen to him the moment no ones watching. or fuck, even better trying to not attract an audience. itd be hard because hes so god damn loud. also maybe even fuck with his head by making him wear a toy. i wanna drive him insane in public. i want him to flush bright red in public from humiliation because he cant think or talk straight.

this is gonna be sooooo controversial but. i know everyone thinks vendetta leon is a hard dom but. i disagree hard on that. hes a BRAT. hes a MASSIVE fucking brat. he'd try real damn hard to come off as a hard dom too, and he'd have such a snarky lip when you try to make him submissive. but if you know what to do it's the easiest shit ever. grab him by the back of his hair and pull his head back. bite and kiss on his neck. whisper to him how its ok baby, i know youre a good boy, i know how badly you wanna be a good boy for me, you dont have to be in control for me love, i wanna make you feel so good. tell him hes Your good boy (fuck hed love you claiming him, hed love you referring to him possessively). man handle him against the wall or onto the edge of the bed. and, god, you could bend him over so fucking easy. hed be a babbling mess, no thoughts in his pretty little head aside from your words and your dick. first time you fuck his ass hed cum untouched just from you praising him.

ok this is a bit on the weirder side but. god dogboy leon is so hot? also just. werewolves are sexy as fuck. so like consider werewolf leon. ok and then put him in a collar. he'd follow you like a lost puppy, doesnt even need a leash. he loves his leash and collar so much tho, showing who he belongs to, he loves getting tugged around by you. and you cant stop because he makes the prettiest whimpers when you do. i wanna stroke his ears while im on top of him, i wanna pull his tail when i bend him over. itd be so hot being marked up by his sharp teeth and claws cause poor little puppy cant control himself when youre fucking him so good.

OK THIS IS GETTING TOO LONG JESUS CHRIST

THIS ISNT PEGGING BUT I JUST. WANNA THROW THIS OUT THERE TOO BC GGRHHH. its been getting cold and alllll i can think abouttt is just a warm and comfy at home date. get some warm drinks, maybe watch a movie or play a game, but poor baby cant focus 'cause im cockwarming him the entire time. he can hold on for dear life all he wants, but tries anything? tries getting himself off? what a bad boy. hed fucking choke a sob at that. im just trying to help him relax and stay warm. he doesnt need to be thinking anything during his well deserved time off. dont worry ill make sure he knows how good he is when he relaxes and enjoys our drinks, movie, game, date. ill praise him when he stays still while i milk his dick. such a good boy, being obedient while i make him cum inside of me after a very long night. <3

-🐕

AHHH THE THOUGHTS CONSUME ME

i am so sorry ill stop bugging you after this if you want but god i just wanted to add in, i want to mark and bruise leon up so much that hed have to dress like a fucking nun if he didnt want anyone seeing how aggressively ive claimed him. (he doesnt. he likes everyone knowing. :))

-🐕

i don't even know what to respond to this except i promise ill write something soon hehehe. thank you for your serivce pls send more as more horny thoughts come to u. i expect to hear from u every day like clockwork

#lmao jk jk #🐕 anon

[larcenywrites]

Bet Tony (young and older) loves to get messy when giving you oral... he'll shove his face against you and lick you all over, he wants to be drenched in your cum, absolutely engulfed by your taste and smell (and your pillowy thighs), loves to feel your cum on his face, get his fingers and hands wet in your arousal (plus, he gets to lick your cum off his fingers too!)... he'll emerge from between your legs with his face drenched, lips glistening and fingers slippery (and looking dazed and dreamy). And if he came on you (or in you) before, he doesn't care, he'll dive in face first just the same (only now maybe when he emerges from between your thighs, there's a bit of his cum on his cheek or chin or maybe even near the corner of his mouth for you to lick too ;)). And wet licking and slurping sounds he makes when he's down there? Absolute filth! And his little sighs and moans and deep grunts of pleasure when he tastes you are heavenly and so fucking hot. Tony Stark loves eating pussy and he would gladly spend every goddamn day between your thighs if you let him :)

Goddd and I know he’s so good at it 😩 I’m sure he’s a freak too and doesn’t mind be squirted on 🥴🥴🥴🥴 and I already wrote about licking his cum off any part of his body, but licking it off the corner of his mouth 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 we’re all freaks fr

#anon #anonymous #answered #larstalks

[forlorn-crows]

An odd one for you, but I fucking love Infestissumam and Per Aspera Ad Inferi... The way they flow from one into the other is just, *chefs kiss*. Also, Prime Mover.

Oh, and Zenith. (I'm a whore for the songs Martin contributed to).

hold on lemme just *falls down the stairs*

why do we not talk about zenith. ZENITH. ITS SO GOOD. im gonna start with that one. but all of these are good.

zenith:

i still cannot get over how the intro sounds like 0:36ish of Another Day in Paradise by Phil Colins. like what. its like a half step away from being the same key, if not the same. anyway, the way the piano coming back throughout the song. its so good.

the pre-chorus?? into the downbeat of the chorus??? HELLO???

DEVOURED BY SHADOWS / WE CLING TO THE LIGHT

SO HELP YOU GODDD, COME UNLEASHED / YOURE SET FREE

i already mentioned about the 'e' vowels tobias loves, but the way he drags out the 'free' in the second chorus + the drumroll and the guitar wail + and dissolving into the 'yeeauggggh' FUCK ME UP

the entire Saecula Saeculorum section + the laugh he does at the end???? PLEASE. and the entire instrumental section after that before going back into the chorus.

miasma just sent me a video of when they used to open with infest/per aspera and i ascended a bit

like i said. choir sounds. fuck me up. infestissumam fucking SHREDS

the transition straight into per aspera? kill me now its so good. per aspera gets me every time i hear the live versions. the harMONIES ARE YOU KIDDING ME WITH SWISS AND CUMULUS??? i wanna DIEEEEE

again, tobias doing that fuCKING thing where he ends his words with 'ahhhh' he's like a little snake.

plus the march-like rhythm of the snare/guitar/bass in the chorus?

the note on the held 'inferiiiiiii' at the end of the first go around of the chorus

adding that third harmony in the chorus the second time around and how you can hear that ghosting of overtones/higher fourth harmony. it makes my singers heart happy.

how the march rhythm changes to a tom instead of a snare on the drums in the first half of the second chorus.

prime mover:

bass. again. need i say more. i yell FUCK IT UP RAINYY in the car every time. + the little hi-hat in the background and then it goes CRAZYYY. another good live. they went from con clavi to this at my ritual and i nearly died

i am a firm believer that these are some of tobias' best vocals. fight me on it.

PRIMME MOOVERRR / MATERNAL SLAVVEEE

MOTHERRRRRRRRR / FILTH IN HER WOMB / FATTTTHHHERRRR / WAITING IN TOOMMMBBBB

the fucking SATANAS / ANTI CRHIST

selected heir / machinery insect / the bloodline of the dark architect

the EEEYUUCCH at the ending 'grave'?? I LIVE FOR THAT SHIT. again with that 'e' vowel tobias loves to shove down his throat.

can you tell i like prime mover a lot, i just repeat the lyrics back to you LMAO

#favorite ghost song #ask #blacklight ghoulette #the band ghost

[ravenkinnie]

goddd arcane shipping twitter is the most horrible hellhole. i still remember the way the caitjinxweek twt acc got bashed to filth. like why??? the part that a character from a canon pairing cant be the problem. some fans ship caitlyn with brothel girl. its so goddamn weird??? jinx isnt even a minor, if thats the issue. the writers themselves explicitly consider her an adult. seriously, what is WRONG with these people😭

twitter is just a horrible website that brings out the worst in people, literally threatening to call the cops over pixels djhdhdhdjsj everyone gets a mental switch when they go on twitter and somehow become worse people, add blorbo brain to it and you get pure insanity. brothel girl is the only character I haven't seen get hate for the crime of being shipped with a major character (also ngl I feel like that's more tb side of fandom that is insane in this regard than caitvi maybe) and it might be because caitlyn 100% would have fucked that girl if the time was right dhhdhdj

#asks #I'm not even gonna start age discourse again I want to believe we're past that as society

[lostjulys]

going insane over this whole. everything in book 2 btw. goddd. it fills that itch of "i have got to watch a tragedy unfold in real time i have got to watch a peripeteia take place while the protagonist does everything right and still fails i have GOT to see a kind and good heroic figure be dragged through the mud and filth so i can fear & pity him." u know? i love watching a good man struggle uselessly against an unjust fate. but also this time it comes with the promise that he doesnt die and in fact a very very long time later he is happy & loved again :]

#tgcf lb #like. i LOVE tragedy & i love love lovelvoe watching tragedy unfold b4 my eyes... oughghhhhhh <3333

[maddyguru]

goddd ur posts are my guilty pleasure…i wish more accounts were like yours <3 have an amazing day🎀

Thank you so much for the lovely comments 💓 i highly appreciate ppl who love my nasty fics skksks. I'll try to push more contents bc boy, i have so many fics for yall, the ones that are on long hiatus AND the new ones in my drafts, on top of answering to yall filths i promise I'll slowly answer to show my gratitude for everyone's support 💓 (life keeps beating me up )

#lmao #love you all #thank you so much for everything #i love you all #ask

[ttearsofthekingdom]

oh my goddd the closer last night didnt clean ANYTHING so theres rat shit EVERYWHERE and every fucking pipe in the lobby burst so its just sopping wet and we have NO COFFEE and half of our veggies are expired because the manager hasnt bothered to order anything new. swear to fucking god this place is a PALACE OF FILTH

#its not raisins its rat shit