#slowly but surely i'm fuckin making it

[madame-fall]

Spent months agonizing over something and finally just did it and found it wasn’t bad and made me feel better and more free. Maybe I’ll learn from this one, even. That’d be neat.

#fuckin had me in a vice for way too long #ironic that the ting that helps my anxiety gave me an anxiety attack any time i thought about doing it despite it helping with my anxiety #i'm getting there #slowly but surely i'm fuckin making it #also yo sorry if i haven't messaged you lately #aforementioned anxiety #i'll get back to you soon just give me a little #baby steps and whatnot #love ya #see ya soon

[riftwalker-limbro]

HI I'M STILL ALIVE

shitstorm summer has evolved into Misery Autumn which was delightfully milder but still somewhat annoying to get through and now we're heading into Wet Sock Winter which is gonna be the last leg and then i'll be living my best fucking life come spring. and will be back doing so many arts and crafts and writings and music and everything and it'll be great

what happened CONCRETELY is that i managed to move and mostly set my house up, then managed to make it through my probationary period at work so i have a great job now, and i've managed to wrangle my supervisor + work into accepting the projection of me finishing my godforsaken thesis by end of december (work is being stupidly nice about it. i have a good feeling about the whole job now)

essentially it's true that shit is a great fertiliser because i'm doing great moving to fantastic now and though i have currently lost the warframe hyperfixation it WILL be back sometime soon (timescale of a few months). looking forward to being back but there's a few tiny loose ends to fix up still (arguably a thesis is not a tiny loose end but i'm not gonna give it more attention than that. it's a little shit)

#another little stick in the mud is my family still having separation anxiety about me existing a country and a half away #and making my own plans for things and wanting to be independent #but i'm refusing to let that be a factor in my decisions so #a FANTASTIC thing that also happened is that friend fashion show visited last month for two weeks and it was delightful #my house is now full of googly eyes #and my dryer and washing machine have names and googly eyes (and the dryer a REPUTATION) #(his assigned oc is vince and he fucking ate their hoodie string) (i did manage to put it back with crochet hook magic and lots of swearing #rift noises #but yeah. rotations are still being had about the writing and the ocs and the game in a slightly lesser degree #very slowly. but surely #we'll get there >:) #excited to be back soon. dangling this blog in front of my own eyes to get my fuckin thesis done

[fairy-hub]

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: true form!sukuna, monster fucking with alpha!sukuna, A/B/O (meaning alpha, mega, and beta) no alpha and mega title used, daddy/mama, praise/teasing/mocking/praising degradation, biting, knotting, werewolf venom makes their mate go into heat to keep up like in the fic mine with werewolf toji, fucking on fur bedding, you said clan and for some reason my brain went wood bedframes and fur blankets no technology, we get candles for light, they have fangs venom and claws with sukuna have his true form extraness, double pentration, overstimulation, dacryphilia, biting, blood, pain kink, light size kink, toji is praising you while fucking you like he hates you, choking, full nelson, sukuna calls you pet twice, mind break, cream pie, fucking their cum into you. belly bulge from the amount of cum, forced orgasm, squirting

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: Requesting for clan leader! Gojo 😔🙏 gotta have that breeding kink in their somewhere!! Mans whole clan is asking for an heir right after you get married. In my mind Geto is still alive and kicking and has his own family. Gojo gets a terrible case of FOMO and ends up wanting a whole litter of kids for himself. goin at it like rabbits for DAYS.

Oreo: not this being in the drafts since September! im sorry anon! This was also giving me werewolf vibes with the word clan so one think lead to another. it gave me the chance to write the reader belly bulging with sukuna's cum so im excited about that

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

Slapping your sloppy cunt, stuffing his thick warm cum in with two fingers he bit the claws off on. Whining, twisting your hips away. Smirking down at you, crooning “Where ya going mama thought you wanted to make me a daddy?” Pulling you into place by your hips.

You want Satoru’s fingers, cock, tongue, and cum filling you up. “I do wanna make you a daddy but you're too much. Can't keep cumming, but I wanna at the same time." Hooking your leg around his waist pulling him in.

His eyes momentarily widen. Ordering in a needy plead, “Call me daddy again mama.” Sliding your hand over his broad shoulders, down his thick pecs and abs. Over countless thin and thick scars ranging from pink to white in color.

“Daddy please lemme feel you!” Sliding your hand down his hard abs, biting you lip when he purposefully flexes. Grabbing your thighs pinning you in a firm mating press. Following the short wispy whine happy trail down to his beautiful long cock.

Lining his pale cock head up with your soft lip. Stroking yourself with his cock, circling your soft clit. He's so warm, soft yet hard. His breathy moan gets you off. “But you are feeling me, what more can my mama need?” Dipping his head, sinking his sharp fangs into your tit.

Moaning, he's intoxicating, sweet, warm, and pleasurable like having him massaging your sweet spot with his fingers. Your body is getting hotter. Thick slick drips down, your cunt aching with an insatiable need for Satoru.

Flicking your soft nipple with his warm tongue. Sucking, sinking his fangs in deeper when you cry. Shifting your hips trying to slip him in, whining when Satoru pulls back. Whipping the blood from his lips with his thumb.

"What does my mama need?" Nudging your sensitive cunt with his cock, spreading his hand on your stomach pinning you still. Gliding his cock up your clit refusing to touch your clit.

Admiring how your cunt split to take his pale pink cock head. Pleading with him, "Please give me more than the tip! I need you to knot me, keep your cum deep inside my sensitive cunt, please!" Slowly giving you his head head, letting the soft ridge vanish before gliding out. Lightly tugging on your cunt.

"You sure you need more than just the tip?" Nudging in his head, leaving it there, pressing down harder when you squirm. "You said I'm too much mama, you sure ya need me to knot n’ cum in ya?"

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

"Fuckin finally I can stuff ya full of cum again." Bending you over on the soft pile of blankets. Pulling your ass in the air, squeezing when you wiggle, piercing your skin with his sharp claws. Blood trickles down trickles down your hip. Thick cum drips down your thighs.

The pain is sweet mixing with mind-numbing pleasure. It's impossible to think, you can barely process Toji grunting, “I've been wanting to breed your sweet tight cunt for months. Ya gonna be so beautiful with your tits and belly swelling mama." Gliding his softening knot out tugging on your tight cunt, his cock is harder than before.

Despite stuffing your cunt full of cum three times. Toji is getting hornier, fucking your limp body harder. Testing your limits seeing how much you can take before you break.

Stepping on your head, roughly fucking his thick cock into you. Trembling, your sensitive cunt is gushing on his cock. How can still cum after the fifth you couldn't think to count.

The thick blankets muffle your moans, “Such a messy lil cunt she’s a beautiful lil super soaker. Gonna make you cream on my cock till my knot won’t swell up anymore.” You would be convinced he hates you with the merciless way he's fucking his fat veiny cock into you. If not for Toji's words and the fresh bite on your neck.

Bent over, back arched, legs spread with your cunt stuff his heavy balls slap your clit. His swelling knot catching on your tight sensitive cunt. "Fuck mama squeeze my fat cock with your tight sloppy wet cunt. Nnn I've always thought about how hot of a milf you'd make."

Slapping your ass, squeezing your cheek. Fucking you harder, the fur blanket muffling your cries. "Your beautiful little cunt is always so tight when you're in heat." Moving his foot, your body lurches forward from the strength of thrusts. "Fuck you're so damn perfect mama takin' my cock like a slut." Grabbing your hair, yanking your back.

Your back hits his hard chest. Wrapping his hand around your neck, standing up, your legs dangle, held by your hair, neck, and his thick cock balls deep in you. "Please Daddy please daddy please!" Squeezing his thick veiny cock, he's filling you up perfectly, stroking your sweet spot.

"Since that's all my stupid little whore can moan, you don't need to breathe right? I can fuck your cunt into a gapping broken cum stuffed mess with my hands crushing your neck, right?" Grabbing your thighs, propping your calf over his thick forearm. Pinning you to his chest in a full nelson.

Squeezing your throat, groaning, "Ya gonna be a beautiful mama, gonna suck on your tits when they drip milk. Make sure they don't get too full like your pussy is 'bout to be." His swelling knot tugs on your soaking wet cunt.

𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

Gliding his thick, veiny tattooed cocks out. "It's starting to trickle out the sides." Pushing on your bulging stomach, thick cum gushing from your sore, gaping cunt. Sukuna croons, "Don't pass out on me yet pet I'm having fun playing with you." His stomach's tongue relentlessly stroking your sensitive clit. Keeping you in an intoxicating mind numb pleasurable high, boarding on almost painful.

Lining his cock up, rolling his hips, arching your back, twisting your hips away from his slow deep thrusts. "Please don't stop!" Tears roll down your cheek when he pulls your hips back into place. Lifting you off the bed, slamming you down on his thick cocks.

The tip of his sharp claws digging into your skin shouldn't feel so good.

Taunting you, "Poor little pet can't even handle me n' you're cryin' for more! Keep fighting to stay awake mama. I need ya to keep taking my cocks till they get soft." Using your hips to guide your hot tight, squelching cunt on his thick cocks. Your cunt clenches, it feels too good to be senselessly fucked into a mindless mess by Sukuna.

Biting your side and breast, your body jolts, and your cunt clenches. It's too much venom at once, forcing your sensitive cunt to squirt on his cocks. "Fuckin' messy slut soaking the whole damn bed." Gliding his hand up your side, cupping your breast biting down.

Giving that intense high of squirting, yet your cunt can only spasm, getting tighter. Your body shaking, toes curling eyes rolling back. "If you do pass out mama, I could fuck my cum into your soft beautiful cunt when you're sleeping." Smirking grabbing your neck lifting you up right.

Looking up from Sukuna's thick pecs into his beautiful face. Dark crimson eyes glowing from his rut. "It would be a pity if I couldn't see you I love seeing you cryin'. But I wonder if your sweet little cunt will grip my cocks the same." Grabbing his arm and digging your short sharp claws in.

Sukuna leans his head back groaning. "Ya feel so fuckin' good mama, seein’ ya fighting to keep going this long is makin' is exciting. I might not be able to stop until your body gives out." His massive body trembles, your soft, soakign wet tight hot cunt squeezing and squelching on his fat cocks getting him off.

Fucking you faster on his cock. Flexing his arms when you pierce his skin. Thin rivulets of blood tricking down his biceps. Sukuna hunches over to roughly kiss you slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You're utterly helpless to do anything but happily take Sukuna's thick cocks. It's perfect you don't need to think or move. Only get fucked till you can't handle anymore.

oreo creampie m.list

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[kamitv]

▷ Body Art

Sypnosis . Suggesting tattoos/piercings in the middle of sex. / Pairings . (Separate) Choso x f!reader, Geto x f!reader, Toji x f!reader, Gojo x f!reader, Sukuna x f!reader / Content . afab!reader, dirty talk, rough sex, oral sex m!receiving, established relationships, unprotected sex, etc. / wc . 6.5k

A/N: I'm in heat. [MDNI]

★ Choso Kamo — back dermals

He kinda just blurts the idea out.

You’d be riding him in reverse, legs spread over his thighs as his cock rests deep inside you, his big hands latched to your hips with his fingers digging into your skin.

Choso’s eyelids are heavy as he loses himself in the tantalizing rock of your hips, dark locks of hair messily splayed down as a few strands stick to the skin of his forehead.

Back and forth and back and forth— you were riding him so slowly and sensually, pussy clenching tightly around his cock and pulling a groan right out the back of his throat.

His head rests back on the headboard of your shared bed, groans leaving his lips every now and then as he doesn’t hesitate to hold his voice back from you.

“Fuck, baby,” Choso moans, “You always ride so fuckin’ good-, shiiit…”

You angle your head back to catch sight of your boyfriend, his facial expression leading you to rotate your hips in a slow circle so you can watch the way his brows push together and his lips part into a sigh.

“Yeahhh, jus’ like that,” He grunts, trying to fight the urge to fuck up into you so soon. Then his eyes narrow at your lower back, specifically the area near where his thumbs are digging into.

He guides your hips a little, letting out a low huff as he watches you ride him so languidly. Then you lean your body forward and arch your back, hands pressing down into the mattress in between the two of your legs as you shift your hips skillfully.

Choso’s thick cock was knocking around your insides as you moved, your cunt squelching sloppily around his shaft with your every movement and making you moan just as much as he was groaning.

Bach and forth, left and right, up just a little before sinking back down so that his tip nudges exactly where you want him.

“Mmmh,” You hum slightly, lips parting a bit as he presses his thumbs into you suddenly, “Cho…”

“Babyy…” He drawls out, mesmerized by your steady movements and pussydrunk already, “Have you uh… mmgh, you’ ever thought ‘bout gettin’ back dermals?”

You sigh heavily, “W-What? Back dermals?” You question as your movement stutters a bit, cunt gripping his cock tighter in surprise.

“Uhuh,” Choso nods in a slight daze, “Y’know… the piercing?” He explains, his voice deep as his eyes never leave your lower back.

“Y-Yeah, I know what you’re talkin’ about b-but-, aah…” You moan as he lifts his hips into you ever so slightly, cockhead pressing into your sweet spot, “Why?”

“‘Cause princess….” Choso smirks and watches your hips roll upward in a circular motion to almost match his movements below you, “Fuuuck they’d look so good on you.”

You turn your head back again, “Think so?”

“Mhmm, shit-, you gotta’ get ‘em baby,” Your boyfriend huffs out as his head tosses back slightly, pulling his lower lip into his mouth for a moment just to grit out a low, “M’gonna cum jus’ thinkin’ about it.”

A smile graces your face for a moment and you increase your pace a little, still ridding him a bit sloppy but dizzying just how he likes, “What’s so… mmh, s-special about them?”

His hands shift a little and slide up to your waist, holding you carefully as you rock your cunt over his cock. “Wanna stare at ‘em while you ride this dick, baby.”

You face forward and moan, “Cho…”

“Hm?” He cracks a smirk. He’s no stranger to the way his words make your body tense up sometimes, “I say somethin’ wrong?” Choso teases.

“N-No but-, hahh… are you serious?” You ask before leaning back, grinding your hips forward, and fucking his cock into you as you move a hand to rub over your clit.

Choso scoffs loudly to make sure you hear, “Does it sound like m’joking?” He asks.

You toss your head back and his eyes trail up to the way you look on top of him, “I dunno…” You whine.

“Aww, you dunno?” He chuckles as he mocks you, “Baby I’m so fuckin’ serious. I’ll pay for it too if you want…“

Letting out a sigh, you purposefully narrow your walls around his dick, earning a moan from him and feeling how he twitches inside you.

“F-Fuck, y’like that, huh?” Choso taunts, “P-Please baby, I’ll spend every fuckin’ penny I have on ya’ just t’see you with that damn piercing.” Hands slipping down to your hips yet again, he tugs your body back a little and his cock knocks somewhere inside you that has you moaning his name.

“Choso… shit-, o-okay… I’ll-,” Your jaw drops as his cock grazes that spot you like yet again, “Hhgnn… I’ll get it,” You whisper desperately.

He doesn’t miss your words at all, “Y-Yeah?” He unintentionally thrusts up into you and your pussy quivers around his dick, “You will? Fuck, I love you. Love you s’much-, shiiiit….”

And then he’s thrusting consistently, making you lose yourself on top of him as Choso envisions that damn piercing on you— oh he can’t wait for you to get them now.

★ Geto Suguru — a tattoo of his name

Well, he just wants everyone to know who you belong to of course. You already moan his name nearly every night so why not get it printed onto your skin?

Geto wonders where he’d want such a thing but one day it just comes to him.

It was early in the morning and the two of you had woken up needier than ever, both of you lying on your sides as he woke you up with a million kisses pressed into your neck.

You grumbled something in your sleep and it made him smile against your skin as he slipped up to your ear just to whisper, “G’mornin’ gorgeous,” His voice was so deep yet soft with you.

A sigh slips past your lips at the sound of his words in your ear and you shift around where you lay, “Suguru…”

“Hmm?” He hums, still against your ear purposefully. One of his hands was latched to your waist, his fingers drawing small circles against you as he felt against you wearing his t-shirt.

You pout and angle your head back to him ever so slightly, “What’d I tell you about doin’ that?”

Geto raises a confused brow, “Doin’ what, baby?” He asks, an innocent little smile pulling at his lips as his hand slips down along your body.

“Talkin’ in my ear when you first wake up…” You huff, turning to face forward again and comfort yourself.

Your boyfriend leans down to your neck and kisses you tenderly, “Mmmh…” He hums against you, still smiling a little, “I don’t remember. Remind me?”

Your body shifts a bit and your ass presses back into his crotch, “Said’ it turns me on,” You explain.

He’s quick to flash a smile and pull away from your neck, “Oh yeah?” Geto taunts, moving his lips back to your ear and kissing the crown of it.

“Mhmm,” You hum tiredly in response.

That hand of his begins to slide around your body and to your stomach, fingers slipping under your (his) shirt and feeling your bare skin.

You sigh as he touches you so softly, knowing exactly where this is going once you feel his heavy cock poking against your ass.

Geto’s low in your ear as his hand slides down past your abdomen, “Feelin’ needy for me now, huh?” He murmurs, fingertips grazing the thin band of your panties.

“Hahh…” His voice alone had you so wet. It was all groggy and low with you yet still soothing just how you know it to be. Which is why you’re uttering a quiet, “Yeah…” In response as he runs his fingers over your panties to tease you.

Geto shifts to kiss under your ear, “Lemme’ check how needy y’are…” He whispers to you, “S’that okay?” You swear his request for consent has you over the edge already.

“Mhm,” You hum hastily in response.

His hands carefully slip under your panties and he quickly runs two thick fingers down and in between your wet folds, “Mmmh, baby… she’s soaked already,” Geto talks low into your ear, feeling how your cunt twitches against his fingertips.

You smile a little and push your hips back against him, “Y-Yeah, I know…. S’your fault,” You huff out as Geto just gathers your slick onto his fingers.

Then he pulls his hand out and brings it up to his mouth, sucking the thin coat of your slick off of his fingers and groaning slightly. “I better take responsibility then, huh?” He suggests before dropping his hand back down.

You’re already on the same page as him so you quickly shift to pull your panties down and then kick them off your legs, “Mhmm.”

Geto smiles at how quick you are as his hand is quick to return to your dripping cunt, fingertips rubbing over your clit teasingly and making him bite his bottom lip as you squirm.

The two of you are no strangers to morning sex. It happens quite often if anything. Sometimes it’s slow and sensual and other times it’s rushed and messy.

Like now for example, as your boyfriend goes from finger fucking you and spewing filth into your ear to kissing and sucking on the side of your neck and teasing you with his words.

“That feels good Sugu,” Is all you’d get to say while his two long fingers drag against your gummy walls, curling deep inside you perfectly.

“Yeah?” Geto would whisper, “Bet my cock would feel better.”

You’d just nod eagerly and mumble out a quiet, “Uhuh,” Before he’s moving already.

Your pussy narrows around his fingers and he groans, thumb rolling over your clit, “You want it? Want my cock inside you, baby?” Geto teases.

You could already feel his dick pressing against your ass, his hips lightly pushing into you every now and then for some friction.

“Please,” You sigh out.

And then he’s moving. Fingers drawing out of your messy cunt and going to tug his sweats down. He had no plans of changing positions either, fucking you sideways was one of his favorite things to do anyway.

Hence why he’s all in your ear, lips brushing over your skin, “Lift ya’ leg up f’me, pretty girl,” Geto instructs, to which you begin to do so and he hooks an arm under your leg, “Yeahh, just like that-,” He grunts as the tip of his cock grazes your wet hole, “Fuck, m’gonna slip right in.”

His words leave him just as he angles his cock into you, quickly stretching you open and causing your eyes to roll back.

“Mmmgh,” You moan, turning your face into the pillow a bit more.

Not that the action helps you escape Geto’s voice because he simply pushes his face forward. He won’t allow you to move your ear away from him, especially not when his every word causes your pussy to squeeze around him.

Whispering, “Feel me in there princess?” To you so softly as he rolls his hips into you, his cock bottoming you out completely and making your jaw drop.

Your folds were spread so lewdly around his girthy cock, length searing against your slick walls and leading him to groan into your ear.

“Yeahhh-,” You answer your boyfriend as best as you can, eyes flickering shut as he draws his hips back and pushes forward slowly, “Fuck you’re so deep.”

“Mhmm,” Geto hums steadily. Then he kisses your neck again and thrusts forward harshly, earning a filthy squelch from your cunt, “Your pussy’s so fuckin’ loud, shit…” He huffs.

You just lay there and pant as he ruts his heavy cock in and out of you, filthy words causing your core to burn with arousal, “Hahh, Sugu…”

“Listen t’her,” He coos, smiling against your ear, “Hear how sloppy she is f’me?”

All you can do is nod, “Mhmm.”

Geto lets out a heavy groan and his hips snap into you— your body would’ve jerked and you probably would’ve fallen over if not for the steel hold he had on your leg.

“Words, baby, wanna hear your voice,” He huffed against you, tone a bit lighter than he intended it to be.

“Yes, Suguru,” You answer correctly, a bit of drool escaping the corner of your mouth as his pace picks up.

Your whiney voice makes his cock ache inside you, tip leaky against your cervix as he knocks into you, “Yeahhhh… fuck, keep sayin’ my name,” Geto encourages.

Your jaw goes a bit slack, “Suguuu…”

“Right here, princess,” A soft pair of lips press against your ear as he fucks deeper into you, “M’right here.”

“Aahhh, mmgh-, S’guru,” You slur out, feeling him thrust almost desperately inside you as if to invoke more cries of his name.

And maybe that was why he got a little rough because then he’s angling his head down to your neck, then your shoulder, kissing you so softly despite the constant clash of his hips against you.

“Y’know…” Geto licks your shoulder before sucking on the exposed area, “My name would look s’pretty right here,” He murmurs.

Your brows twist up a bit, “Hmm?”

“On your shoulder-, fuck…” That curve of his angles somewhere inside you that makes your vision blur for a second, “Could’ stare at it while I fuck you like this.” Geto explains with a sudden smile growing on his face.

“Yeah? Y’want me to get your name tatted on me?” You pant out, lips parting and pretty moans spilling more freely.

“Fuuuuck, please,” Geto begs, nearly cumming at the thought of his name on you.

“Mmh, I’ll think about it Sugu.” You whisper in response. That earns a sloppier thrust of his hips, cock rubbing against your gummy walls widely as your words excite him.

“Yeah? Really?” He asks, excitement embedded into his words.

You nod, “Mhm.”

“Shit,” He nearly whines, “Thank you princess.”

Just as those words leave him, his mouth is moving to mark the area he’s envisioning his name, lips cupping over your shoulder as he sucks on your skin and his cock practically rearranges your insides.

“Uhuh, anythin’ for you Sugu,” You moan, a hand of yours moving to hold onto the nearby bedsheet and brave yourself.

Geto groans deeply against you, the sound coming from deep within, “Fuuuck, don’t say that… y’re gonna make me cum.”

You just flash a slightly-fucked out smile, “Go ahead.”

“Yeahhh, m’about to….” He chuckles, planting one last kiss yo your shoulder, “You’re gettin’ that tat’ later today f’me, okay?”

All you can hum out is a quiet little, “M’kay…” In agreement before he’s fucking his cum into you, whispering your name into your skin as his eyes roll back.

You’re all his and he wants everyone to know that.

★ Toji Fushiguro — nipple piercings

He swears they’d be the sexiest thing on you.

The thought came about as he watched you walk around his apartment with no bra one morning, cock springing up at the slightest imagination of some pretty jewelry poking out against your thin shirt.

Sure, Toji loved your tits just as they were but thinking about nipple piercings on you just makes his head spin.

Which is why when you find yourself bouncing on his cock later that night, his lips are latched to your nipples and he’s messily sucking on them with those lustful green eyes up on your face.

Pussy dripping all over the damn place as you’d already made plenty of messes on him thus far— Toji’s drunk off you and his cock won’t go down even after the numerous orgasms he’s had.

His tongue lulls over your nipple as he suckles it into his mouth, free hand busy groping your other tit messily while he groans against you. Toji’s always had a thing for your tits but today he was more eager for them than normal.

Your jaw was slack and you couldn’t understand what was up with him today, slightly cockdrunk and unable to stop the steady rock of your hips as his cock stretched you open so dizzyingly. Your thighs were a bit sore from how long you’d been on top of him but that wasn’t gonna stop you anytime soon.

Especially not when Toji’s mouth pops off of you and his tongue hands out as he looks at you, “Fuck, y’re goin’ too fuckin’ slow.”

You frown at the man, “Huh? No m’not…”

Toji scoffs and leans back a little, “Yeah y’are,” He huffs, raising a brow at your slow pace, “I know you can fuck me better than this.”

“I can, but I don’t want to,” You explain to the man, confused about how he seems to have lost track of how long you’ve been on his dick, “M’tired, Toji.”

“M’tired Toji,” He mocks patronizingly, “Y’weren’t tired when you crawled on top of me beggin’ for dick.” He huffs out, rolling your perky nipples in between his fingers as you rock your hips back and forth.

“That was three hours ago,” You gasp, cunt gripping onto his shaft as you lift yourself ever so slightly just to ease back down even slower.

Toji shakes his head a little, “Yeah well, don’t stop now.”

Your eyes narrow at your, currently annoying, boyfriend, “And you’re the one that wouldn’t stop touchin’ me today.”

He cocks his head to the side and one of his hands drops, snaking around your body to grab a tight hold on your ass, “Can’t touch my girl now?” Toji scoffs.

“You can but-, mmh!” You hum as he smacks your ass, “Y-You’ve been gropin’ my breasts all day ‘nd they’re gettin’ sore…”

“Can’t help it, doll,” He shrugs so casually as if your tits aren’t covered in hickeys and markings from his rough hands, “Thought about you gettin’ nipple piercings ‘nd now I can’t unsee ‘em.”

Your eyes widen at that. Then you almost laugh, “Oh hell no.”

Toji’s baffled by your response, brows furrowing as your hips come to a stop and your pussy twitches around him, “Excuse me?” He questions.

“You heard me. You can barely keep your hands off me now,” Your eyes roll as you explain yourself, “Why would I get nipple piercings for you?”

Twisting his face up slightly at your cunt sucking the soul out of him despite your lack of movement, “Cause’ they’d be sexy, y’fuckin’ brat.” Toji huffs out.

You scoff, “Well, unless y’re payin’, I’m not gettin’ shit-“

Toji shifts around beneath you, pressing his hips up into you and causing his cock to jerk deeper inside you. Your eyes flicker back because he’s so damn thick and you can never really handle him properly.

“Yes, you are,” He tells you with a slight smile tugging at the corner of his scared lips.

You scoff and roll your eyes, “No m’not.”

Toji, not a big fan of the attitude this has brought on, shakes his head, “Yes the fuck you are,” He tells you.

The two of you glare at one another, as if both of you aren’t equally fucked out and panting after having sex for so long.

Toji carefully leans up and toward you, his face nearing yours before you start leaning back as if to escape him. Then, he wraps one of his big arms around your waist and tugs your torso toward him, your chest pressing into his.

The eye contact was intense and his cock was aching inside you. You try to keep the stare up but he sneaks a hand in between you two and his thumb suddenly flicks over your clit, making you moan and break the eye contact.

“Fuck, you get on my nerves,” You whine as your stern expression sinks into something pleased.

“Mhm,” Toji grunts, “I know. Tha’s why you love me.”

Your upper lip twitches, “Whatever.”

“Don’t whatever me, watch y’fuckin’ mouth,” He warns, face once again nearing yours and his lips brushing over your skin.

There’s a throb in your cunt at his little warning and challenging Toji is something you find yourself enjoying all too much. Which is why you breathe out a simple, “Or what?” To him.

And then he’s flipping you over. His bulky frame looms over yours before he shoves his swollen cock into your sloppy hole, earning a loud moan from you.

“Done’ lost ya’ damn mind, huh?” Toji groans as he quickly starts beating his angry cock into you at a merciless pace, heavy balls smacking against you and harsh thrusts echoing throughout the room.

Your jaw hangs open and you’re pretty sure you came around his dick just now, “Ahh, T-Toji-, fuck,” You flash a fucked out little smile, “Was’ jus’ jokin’….”

His hands are forcing your thighs apart, fingers digging into your flesh as your body had been folded exactly how he wanted you.

“Jokin’ my ass,” He huffs out, thrusts growing heavier and heavier as he fucked you down into the mattress, “First y’told me I can’t touch ya’, then you wouldn’t even consider gettin’ a piercin’ for me and now, you forgot how to fuckin’ talk t’me,” Toji says to you, cockhead pounding into your tight cunt and quickly getting smothered in your release.

“M-M’sorryyy,” You whine, “I-, a-ah, I just…” Your words fall off your tongue as he fucks you stupid, thoughts jumbling and drool slipping out of your mouth.

“You just what? Hm?” Toji huffs, brows pinching together, “Get it out.”

Your eyes just barely meet his and tears coat your gaze, “Like’ fuckin’ with you-, hahh, y’know that, Toji,” You explain in a light whine.

“Yeah?” He almost smiles at you, “Y’like pissin’ me off, huh?”

“Uhuh,” You nod desperately.

He groans, “Why?”

“Like’ the way you fuck me when y’re angry,” You breathe out, body jerking with his constant and unforgiving thrusts.

“Yeah?” His head tips to the side, “Y’like when m’rough with ya’, huh?”

“Mhm,” You hum quietly, eye contact intense once again as he watches how your eyes cross slightly.

“S’that why your pussy’s droolin’ ‘round me right now?” Toji asks, pressing down on your body and feeling your gushy walls slick up his cock so sloppily.

All you can do is pant and nod in response, “Uhuhhh…”

“Use ya’ fuckin’ words. Y’had so much shit t’say before so don’t stop now,” Your boyfriend scoffs at you, glaring at your teary eyes as he fucks you through yet another orgasm.

Your legs and your lower lips were quivering, tears pricking the corner of your eyes, “Y-Yeahh-, yes Toji.”

“Mmhmm, that’s what the fuck I thought. Now,” His face inclines down to yours, “You gonna get that piercin’ f’me or not?”

“I am,” You whisper.

His lips graze yours and his cock twitches, “You are?”

“Yeahhh,” You hum against him.

Then he’s nodding slightly and grunting a quiet, “Good.” Into your mouth, tongue pushing in afterward as he swallows up your moans.

★ Gojo Satoru — a tongue piercing

Gojo can barely handle your mouth as is sometimes but when he earlier passed by a body artistry place, spotting some lady getting her tongue pierced— he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d be down to get one.

And then later that day the thought returns to his mind as he watches your pretty pink tongue swirl around the tip of his hard cock.

“Hey babyy I have a question,” Gojo smiles down at you innocently, legs spread nice and wide for you as you suck on his flushed pink tip.

Your eyes bat up at your boyfriend, lips popping off of him before you let out a sigh, “Hm?” You hum, hands moving to jerk him off slowly.

His cock was smothered in saliva and precum, a messy mix that you stroked against him in quick pulls and earned a heavy pant from him.

“You ever uh,” His eyes narrow at your hand sliding up and down his lengthy dick, “E-Ever thought about gettin’ a tongue piercing?”

You smile at his question before sticking your tongue out and moving to tap the tip of his cock on it. Gojo stifles a moan as you tease him and his body twitches when you lather his cockhead up with spit.

“No,” You whisper, tilting your head as you then roll your tongue around him again, “Why?”

“Cause… I just uhm,” Gojo’s thoughts stutter for a second as you maintain casual eye contact and wrap your lips around his dick, sucking on only his tip whilst your hand handles the rest.

He goes quiet for a moment, safe for the slight groans leaving his lips, as he watches you. You blink a few times trying to get him to continue what he was saying but when Gojo just stares at you sucking him off, you remove your mouth from him.

“You just uhm….?” You question teasingly, smiling up at him.

He sighs, “Sorry, I uh, I think it’d feel-, look nice on you,” Gojo explains, nearly slipping up and revealing why he really wanted you to get that piercing.

You tilt your head a little before kissing his tip, “You think it’d look nice on me, huh?”

Gojo nods his head, “Yeahh…”

“Sure you don’t want me to get a tongue piercing for any other reason,” You ask as your head angles to the side and your tongue lulls out of your mouth to lather him up with more salvia.

His brows push together at the sight of you teasing him so messily— enamored by your sloppy mouth and how much you taunt him.

“Y-Yeah m’sure,” Gojo hums, “I mean…. What uh-,” You start taking him into your mouth again, suckling more inches down into your throat, “W-What other reason would I ha-, hahh, have?” He stutters.

“Mmmh,” You hum against him before moving your hand, taking his cock all the way down your throat and licking the underside of his shaft.

“S-Shit,” Gojo hisses, “Guess it’s hard f’you to talk when you’ve got a throat full of cock, huh?” He says in almost one breath, bringing a heavy hand to the top of your head and patting you lightly.

Your lips simmer against his base as you keep him deep in your throat for a moment, your gaze still locked on his and giving the man chills at how good you’d become at such a thing.

Gojo starts moving a bit— extending his leg for a second just to bring it back into place moments later, leaning back just to lean forward again, abs tensing… You had him all jittery and he forgot how to keep still.

“How long are y’gonna k-keep me in your throat like that? Fuck-, you’re gonna make me cum,” He huffs out with fully tensed brows, hips shifting slightly.

You slowly pull your mouth up and off of his cock, a thick string of saliva hanging from your tongue as you do so. “Toru, you can barely handle my tongue as is…” You say softly.

Gojo scoffs, “Tha’s not true.”

Your hand starts slipping up and down his cock again, the messy shlick sound following your movements and making you grin, “You already came in my mouth twice.”

“S-So?” He huffs, rosy lower lip poking out into a pout.

You giggle, “It’s barely been fifteen minutes.”

“Okay well, s’not my fault you know what you’re doin’,” Gojo results in saying. He had no other argument for you, not after being sucked off so good by you— of course he came in the first five minutes, you know all his sensitive spots.

Smiling up at your boyfriend, you angle his tip toward your mouth again and your lips graze him as you speak low in a whisper, “But it is your fault though,” You tease, “You’re the one who spent night after night fucking my throat so I could get used to you…”

“Shut up,” Gojo huffs out as he turns to the side.

Opening your mouth and taking your hands off of him completely, your palms press down into the floor and your back arches a bit as you lean forward, “Shut me up, c’mon.”

Gojo grumbles something under his breath before he moves to stand up, his hand angling your head a bit so you can comfortably look up at him.

“Promise you’ll get that piecing f’me,” Gojo says as he tips his head to the side.

You nod, “S’long as you put another load in my mouth, yeah.”

Oh he nearly came at that sentence alone. His dirty talk had rubbed off on you significantly and he loved every second of it, smiling down at you as he nods and pushes his cock into your mouth.

“Fuck, your mouth’s gettin’ filthier than mine,“ Gojo comments as his hips ease forward.

You suck him in with no problem, his dick slipping down into your mouth perfectly as you soon close your throat around his lengthy cock, making him grunt in surprise.

“S’tight,” He huffs, “Jus’ imagine this with some metal on your tongue, pretty,” Gojo starts smiling to himself at the thought, working up a steady pace as he thrusts in and out of your mouth.

You purposefully flatten your tongue on his cock as he pulls out and spit messily collects at his tip, to which he moans as you slurp it off of him and whirl your tongue around.

Tipping his head back slightly, “Yeahhhh,” Gojo gasps, spreading his legs a bit as he starts rutting into your mouth, “And hey… maybe I’ll get a matchin’ one so you can feel good too.”

You whine around him at the thought and your thighs are quick to press together. The motion doesn’t go unnoticed and Gojo chuckles.

“Y’want that, baby? Wanna get matchin’ piercings?” He suggests with a toothy grin on his face.

You nod, eyes pleading and mouth full of him, humming a quick, “Mhmm,” Against him as you do so.

His dick twitches inside you and he heaves out a heavy breath, “Alright, let’s go right after this then.”

★ Ryomen Sukuna — a spine tattoo

If he has a body full of tattoos, why can’t you? And what better place for one to be than trailing down your spine?

Naturally, this thought comes about in the man’s head while he’s got your face pressed down into the mattress, ass up in the air for him and his cock shoved all too deep inside your overstimulated pussy.

If he’s not staring at your ass while he fucks you from behind then Sukuna’s always staring at that spine of yours.

The way it curves into that perfect arch for him— he can’t help but wonder what dark ink would look like trailing along the area. Thoughts of how he’d trace his fingers along a tattoo if it were there come to his mind and he smiles at how he’d probably end up tuning out your cries just because he’s too focused on reading your tattoo.

And he just knows he’d tease you about it, pretending not to know what the tattoo signifies and asking you questions about it just to hear your broken explanations.

Sukuna did enjoy forcing you to talk during sex anyway so, a tattoo would be the perfect topic of conversation. But first, he has to convince-, order you to get one.

“S’kunaa,” Your muffled voice would hit his ears so suddenly, his hands latched onto your hips so tightly that he was leaving marks.

The man hadn’t realized how lost in his thoughts he was, having nearly fucked you down into the bed completely. “What?” Sukuna huffs out in response to the meek call of his name.

You pant and pant into the sheets, drool collected so messily below your face as your wet lashes flutter open, “Y-You stopped, hnngh… t-talking,” You breathe out, catching him slightly off guard.

Sukuna smirks at you, his lovely fiancée, “Did I?” He coos, cock still stretching you open and stuffing you nice and full despite his sudden lack of words.

He’s always talkative during sex, whether he likes to admit that or not— he’d tease you non-stop, dirty talk you until you physically couldn’t take it anymore, and became nothing more than a squirting mess on his throbbing cock.

“Uhuh…” You mumbles out, fingers curling into the bedsheets as you sniffle lightly.

Of course he’d already fucked you to tears. When did he not?

“S’that a problem?” Sukuna asks as he leans over a bit, quickly finding your hand and placing his much larger one on top of it, fingers intertwining slightly as he presses your hand further down.

“N-No… but… mmh,” You moan as his hips slow against you, rolling his fat cock deep inside your cunt and making your words leave in a mere whisper, “I like hearin’ you…”

Sukuna weighs his body into you a bit more, thick tip throbbing against your cervix, “Hm? Speak up.” He orders, despite hearing you just fine.

“I l-like hearin’ your voice ‘Kuna,” You breathe out, lifting your head slightly off of the mattress and angling it so that you could meet his fiery gaze.

“Yeah?” He asks, that wide and sexy smile of his taking over his sweaty features.

Your heart just swells at the sight and you nod thoughtlessly, “Uhuh.”

Sukuna resists the faint urge to press his lips into your messy wet ones, his eyes narrowing at the sight of them open and practically inviting him in. “Why?” He questions.

“C-Cause’ you… hahhh,” You pant as he leans up again, hand leaving yours and moving to your ass, “Your words are so-, mmh!” A hum escapes you as he slaps your ass harshly, leaving yet another mark on you, and smiling down at the sight.

Your cunt was stretched lewdly around his base, sucking every inch of him so deliciously that he could hardly take his eyes away from the sight, “So what? Get it out, c’mon,” Sukuna encouraged, thrusting his hips forward just to watch the way your body jerks and then bounces back onto him.

“Filthy.” You gasp, back arching impossibly further and pussy taking him in deeper.

“Well,” Sukuna scoffs, “How can they not be. Pussy’s back here talkin’ dirty t’me so I talk back,” He explains casually as his rough pace with you returns, “What’s the problem?”

Your jaw drops a bit and your eyes flicker to the back of your skull, “N-Nothing-, ah, m-mmgh….” You moan in between your words as his thrusting distracts you from speaking properly, “I like it.”

He smiles at that, “Yeah? Y’like it? Like it when I tell you how this pussy gets so fuckin’ sloppy f’me?” Sukuna huffs out instantly, your cunt squelching around him so obscenely that it makes him groan.

Your mess was all over the damn place— coating his thighs, your thighs, the bed below-, just everywhere. “Uhuh…” You babble out in response, dropping your head back down into the bed.

“…How she cries f’me, sucks me in deep, and takes my cock so well,” Sukuna continues, his every word coming out with that low raspy pitched voice of his that just makes your stomach flip and churn in arousal.

“Fuu-uck,” You whimper amid his heavy pounding, cockhead unforgiving inside you as he never once slows.

Your body naturally tries pulling away from him and you attempt to crawl away ever so slightly just for a moment's rest.

“Stop that, don’t run from me now,” Sukuna hums before leaning all the way down to your ear, “Thought’ you liked it when I talked t’you?” He whispers, feeling how your walls grip onto him so suddenly due to how close he’d gotten.

You pout, “Y-You’re too close-, fuck.” You explain to him.

That earns a scoff, “Tell me somethin’, slut of mine…”

“H-Hm?” You hum oh so obediently.

Sukuna’s lips press into your ear and a hand snakes under your body, fingers pinching your clit as he questions you, “Who’s pussy is this?”

“Fuck-, I-, ahh… Kuna…” You whine, legs attempting to close on him for a moment, “S’yours ‘Kuna.”

His veiny cock twitches inside you at your response and he grunts against you, “Right, so who the fuck are you to tell me I’m too close, huh?” Sukuna asks, thrusts picking up in speed and practically knocking the air out of your lungs.

All you could do was gasp out a little, “I-“ Only to be cut off seconds later.

“Cock has you actin’ stupid it seems,” Sukuna growls into your ear, leaning away afterward and moving both hands to the arch of your back and pressing you down.

“M’sorry.” You gasp, “S’kuna-, p-please, m’sorry,” Your mouth hangs open as desperate pleas and apologies pour out of your mouth.

Sukuna ignores you at first, fingers digging into your skin as he fucks his dick in and out of you. Cock splitting you open over and over and over until you’re crying for him again, grunts and slight groans leaving his throat as he does so.

It’s only when your legs are quivering for the nth time that night that he smiles to himself “It’s okay, you’ll make it up t’me,” Sukuna finally tells you.

Your brows push together and you look back over your shoulder, “H-Huh?”

His eyes meet yours, “You’re gonna get a tattoo f’me.”

“What?” You gasp at his sudden revelation, realizing that’s probably what had him distracted earlier on.

Sukuna shifts to trail his nail down your spine, “Riiiight along here,” He explains, his soft touch giving you chills.

Excitement coats your gaze and he doesn’t miss that light glint in your eyes as you gasp, “R-Really?”

“Yeahhh,” Sukuna can’t help but smile mischievously, finding you oh so pretty with your face all fucked out, “How’s that sound?” He asks. Though, you and he both know you’d get that tattoo no matter what.

“Sounds good.” You huff out in one breath, earning a sloppy thrust of his hips, tip dripping along your walls the more he thinks about it.

“It better,” Sukuna says before moving his hand to your jaw and lifting your face to him, “Now, tell me you love me,” He whispers.

He always did this when he was about to cum, rarely ever saying it back to you but still enjoying the way you tell him such an affectionate claim anyway.

“I love you ‘Kuna,” You whine out to your fiancé, whose dick throbs inside you at your words.

Sukuna’s lips near yours and his other arm wrap around your body, holding you close to him, “Such a good girl f’me, say it again,” He whispers.

“I love you.” You moan, watching how his brows tense and feeling him cum inside you seconds after that claim leaves your lips.And instead of saying it back, he finally presses his lips into yours, mumbling something about how you’re all his and how you’re so good for him.

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[cntloup]

Ex-Husband!Simon takes you to his place from the hospital

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

When you arrive, he gently carries you into his home and sets up his room for you, insisting that he sleeps on the couch. 

He takes a few days off, spending them on making sure that you’re ok, well-fed and healthy.  

He cooks for you, cleans your wounds and changes your bandages and even helps with simple routine tasks if you still have any pain or feel dizzy. 

As days go by, you can feel the remnants of love between you revive and you grow closer and closer.

But the sorrow of the past and fear for the future grow along with it.

And one night, you end up on the couch in his arms, talking about everything and nothing, telling stories and reminiscing about old memories, going through the motions together, smiling and cry-laughing your asses off. 

Until a heavy silence settles in the room. 

“Si?” you lift your head off his chest to see that his eyes were already on you. 

“What is it?” you ask, concerned look etched on your face. 

There's longing in his eyes as they roam across your features. 

A few moments pass and his eyes are still locked on you, mesmerized, drinking in your beauty. 

“I love you.” he finally blurts out. 

“What?” you ask, widened eyes glaring into his. 

“I fuckin’ love you.” he repeats firmly, emphasizing each word.

And you can see it in his eyes. You can feel it radiate off him.

“Si...” you start, the shock of his sudden confession engulfing you. 

"Just tell me one thing... Do you still love me?" he implores, sad eyes burning into yours, yet a slight glint of hope is present.

His heart crumbles in his chest and his stomach churns, expecting the worst. 

“Of course I still love you.” you respond with a warm smile and tears in your eyes as you take his hand in yours.

“Yeah?” he sighs in relief while a faint smile forms on his lips. 

“Yeah.” you lean in slowly. 

He wastes no time to connect your lips together, all his bottled-up emotions in such a long time pouring into the kiss. 

You pull away breathless, rest your forehead against his and shut your eyes.

“I love you, Si... so fucking much.” you whisper as you feel a tingle behind your eyes and soon, droplets of tears slide down your cheeks.

"But I'm scared. What if it doesn't work?" you ask him, caressing his scarred cheeks.

He wipes your tears away softly with the pad of his thumbs.

"Can we take it slow for now?" you whisper, resting your hand on his.

“ 'course, dove. Anythin' you want..." he reassures you and captures your lips with his once again in a sweet loving kiss, "We'll make it work. I'll do better this time. I promise."

comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥ 

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[celestialprincesse]

🎀💞

I just know that Simon Riley wants his face sat on🤭

nsfw below the cut 🪷 mdni

You'd always been a little shy when it came to sex, understandably so considering that your boyfriend was a real life Adonis, some kind of cruelly beautiful deity come to taunt you for your prudishness. Obviously, you and Simon had done it, you'd fucked countless times when he came back from deployments or frustrated from debriefings gone bad, but it was always, for lack of a better word, tame. You'd always assumed, given his past, that he wouldn't be down to have sex, period. The beginning of your relationship was a minefield of navigating boundaries and understanding the complexity of the beautiful man you got to share your bed with. What you foolishly failed to recognise, however, is that whist you subconsciously saw Simon as wounded, he saw your fragility as clear as day, like a ripple under the surface of clear water.

He'd aways been so impossibly gentle with you, even when you'd wanted things differently, too afraid to ask him and send Simon spiralling back into that dark place he'd only recently been pulled from.

"Want you to fuck my face." Simon's deadpan voice snaps you from your reverie, brings you back to where you lay sprawled and waiting in the centre of your shared bed.

"I'm sorry?" You barely manage to splutter, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at where he sits patiently between your knees, not even needing to look down to your panties to know that your cunt is already dripping.

"Fuck, love." The sound of his exasperated sigh makes you feel like you've done something wrong, but the almost pained crinkle of his eyes confuses you. "You need me to spell it out? I'd like you to sit on my face and let me eat you out." Simon's words make you choke, jaw hanging agape as you process the fact that not only is he willing to take such a step in your sexual relationship, but also that he's so seemingly comfortable with the idea of you essentially fucking his face. Sure, he's eaten you out before, but never in such a compromising way. "Are you -" A soft kiss being placed to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh is enough to silence you as you look down at Simon practically grovelling between your legs.

"If you don't want to, you can say no, baby." "It's not that I don't want to. I just don't want to - fuck." You huff, slumping back against the mattress with a sigh as you struggle to find the words you need to express the way you feel. "You don't want to fuck?" He smirks wickedly at you, one hand still cradling your outer thigh as he presses his cheek to the warm skin, trying to lighten the mood. Ease you up a bit. "Simon." "Tell me what you're thinking. I'll make it make sense." God he's always so unbearably patient. It almost has you in tears.

"I just - I'm not so confident with stuff like that, you know? I mean it took us six months of having sex for me to even feel comfortable enough to ride you. Now you want me to sit on your face?"

Simon's eyes soften at your reasoning, and he practically drags himself up the bed until he's face to face with you, propping himself up on his elbows to stare down at your face, so beautifully flushed and bashful.

"If you don't want to do it, that's fine, but I need you to know, that I look at you and get hard okay? You're the most beautiful thing I've seen. Ever. If I died by being suffocated between your legs? Fuckin' kill me already, yeah?"

His words have you giggling softly as you play with his hair, distracting yourself from the burning arousal in the pit of your tummy.

"Okay." You nod, slowly, meeting his eye to make sure that he sees you're serious. "You don't have to say yes if you're not sure." "I'm sure, but can we go slow?" "Of course, baby. We can do whatever you feel comfortable with."

It doesn't take long for you to be sat nervously on Simon's hips, clothes piled on the floor, discarded in order for you to sit naked atop him, bottom lip pulled nervously between your teeth. "Do I just -" You point awkwardly between the general vicinity of your cunt to Simon's face, heart fluttering when you catch the way he gazes up at you like some sort of statue, some masterpiece. "Mhm." He nods slowly, pupils blown impossibly wide, the chocolate of his gaze turning almost entirely black. You feel his massive palms take your hips, guiding you up to your knees before settling your slick cunt just over his face.

"Sit." He grunts when he doesn't immediately feel the press of you against his mouth, his nose barely touching your puffy clit. "What if I hurt you?" "I'll let you know. Now, sit." Before you know it, his fingers are digging into your hips, leaving you gasping at the suddenly overwhelming sensation of his entire lower face stuffed against your pussy.

"Holy sh-" You whine, already beginning to roll your hips in search of stimulation, all whilst Simon gives a contented hum which rumbles through you and has you clenching around nothing. His hands guide your hips in their rhythm as his tongue licks a flat stripe between your wet folds, leaving you stuttering and your eyes rolling back, all whilst you grip onto his hair like of you let go he'll disappear entirely.

He sets a languorous pace with his tongue, eating at you like you're his final meal, hands digging firmly at the meat of your ass whilst he uses the slight bump at the bridge of his nose to press up against your clit, making you dizzy. Whilst he uses both hands to guide you, you use the hand not tangled into his hair to roll a hardened nipple between your thumb and forefinger, the sensation going straight to your pussy and making you gasp. Simon, perceptive as ever, notices your want and pushes his tongue inside you to push just that little bit further - and he can tell that you're close by the way your thighs clench around his ears and the fact that you're wonderfully more vocal than usual.

Similarly, sensing your oncoming orgasm, you desperately attempt to pull yourself off of him, all of a sudden shy about cumming on his face like you haven't done it countless times before. Your wriggling is met with a small slap to your ass which has you seeing stars as the small sting snaps the elastic band stretching taut in your lower belly, and Simon laps up every bit that you'll give him.

"Didn't think that men like me got to go to heaven." Simon sighs when you both lay sprawled and happy in bed together.

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I did not intend to write 1.1k of smut when I opened my laptop this evening but boundaries and communication are just so !! sexy !!

N e ways I'll just leave this here for y'all💕

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[l13]

spiderverse twt links part 2

WARNINGS : NSFW, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, f!reader, the links are literally p#rn, proceed at your own risk

CHARACTERS: miguel o'hara, peter b parker, hobie brown, the spot, spider noir, webslinger

miguel

♡ miguel playing with your pussy as he sucks on your tits- getting you ready to take his cock, like the good girl you are<3

♡ this is for that one anon that sent me a hc about miguel getting pissed af if he caught you using one of your toys- ((I SAW IT AND IT WAS AMAZING I'VE WROTE SMTH BUT IT'S BEEN ON MY DRAFTS FOR LIKE A WEEK i can't seem to like it no matter how much i edit it but have this<333)) Miguel who then proceeds to snatch the toy from your grasp, muttering how you can't even come even with that. "S good right? Better than me?" "Noo, never- never better than you- oh please baby-" "That's fucking right."

bonus

♡ miguel punishing you when you arrive home after you talking shit all day- purposefully disagreeing on anything he says- even in mission briefs. makes sure to fuck you stupid just to remind you not to pull that shit again<3 "Acting like such a fucking bitch all day- fuck. Just needed my cock that bad, huh? Say it,"

peter

♡ peter whimpering pathetically once he starts cumming- moaning when you don't stop jerking his cock, and he's thrashing around, hips never stopping their little jumps as he whines prettily "I can't anymore- h please ffuckkkk, I ca-aan't," voice cracking as he sobs for you

♡ pussydrunk!peter that starts fucking you like an absolute madman, literally not able to stop thrusting inside of you even after he's cum two times already, his eyes are hazy, can barely focus on anything but he still grabs you by the hair to pull you against him almost harshly, panting hard as he somehow keeps fucking his cock back inside your drenched pussy

♡ peter laying flush against your back, humping you, thrusting his cock inside you till he's crying with you- whimpering and moaning from the way your pretty pussy feels around his cock

hobie

♡ hobie definitely wakes you up in the middle of the night if he can't sleep- pulls your panties to the side and makes you ride him, watching with a hand behind his head as you bounce your ass on his cock- thrusting his hips up to meet the rolls of your hips as he sighs, "Fuck- think I'll be wakin' you up every God damn night, baby.." "Yeah do it- fuckin' make me cum-"

♡ hobie losing his FUCKING mind when he sees you hold your folds open for him- giving him the perfect view of his cock entering your pussy again and again-

♡ no bccc. NO BECAUSEEEEEEE. tell me why he'd do this. he'd def dry hump you till you're both moaning against each other's mouths before he'd fuck you, refusing to remove his underwear from before- saying he likes looking at them all stained with your juices as you bounce up and down his cock<3

spider noir

♡ tw!!!somno noir loving seeing you wear tights/stockings, and absolutely loses his mind when he sees you laying like that on the couch- skirt bundled up on the floor, you'd probably taken it off right before laying down, and fuck- it's so fucked up that he's doing this but he can't help himself as he takes his cock out, slapping it against your ass two-three times before he starts jerking it, slowly, "So pretty for me honey.. 'nd you don't even know it," "Fuck- sorry- I'm sorry- I can't stop, can't fuckin' stop-"

♡ noir letting you control the pace for once as he leans back, supporting his weight with his palms on the mattress as you bounce your ass on his cock vigorously- and he's grunting, muttering praises, until he gets greedy and grabs you by the hips to thrust inside you with a new-found passion, "Did so well for me, such a good girl- unh-" "I'll fuck you so well, don't you worry-" "Won't be able to fuckin' walk tomorrow, honey."

♡ feel like noir would be used to more 'old fashioned' shit so when he met you, he'd become 10x times more freaky- that includes cumming on your face 🤭 he'd be reluctant at first- "Why waste it? You're tellin' me you don't want it in your pussy, hm?" but then he actually does it one time and becomes OBSESSED, "God fucking- I'm gonna cum-" "Where d'you want it sweetie," "Yeah? Ffuck yes- gonna paint your pretty face with my cum-"

the spot

♡ we've established that spot is a certified pussy eater, even without a mouth he'd find a fucking way- he'd just push your cunt into his face hole, and lap at your pussy greedily- moaning as he did so

♡ tw!! pegging jonathon? OH MY GODDDDDDDD and he's moaning so good for you too<3

♡ spot unable to stop pushing his hips back into your hand as you finger one of his holes- the feeling bringing tears into his eyes as he cries out for you<33

♡ him nearly YELLING when he comes inside you- moaning loudly as he pumps you full of his cum<3

webslinger

♡ tw!! breeding kink "Legs up f'me darlin'.... just like that," thrusts into you relentlessly, head thrown back as he literally cannot handle how good your pussy feels around his cock, and he grunts as he pulls out, jerking his cock, his hand shaking, "Can't cum inside you huh, pretty? Can't get you pregnant- not yet-"

♡ him finally slipping and coming inside you- moaning with his eyes rolled back as he feels your cunt sucking him in- "Ah shit- m sorry darlin' I couldn't hold m'self back.."

♡ him pounding you from the back and then suddenly deciding that he wants to watch you ride him instead- (save a horse, ride a cowboy), absolutely looooves watching your face contort in pleasure, your tits bouncing as you guide yourself up and down his cock<3

#•ूᡣ𐭩 — visuals #•ूᡣ𐭩 — noir #•ूᡣ𐭩 — peter b #•ूᡣ𐭩 — spot #•ूᡣ𐭩 — hobie #•ूᡣ𐭩 — webslinger #•ूᡣ𐭩 — miguel #miguel o'hara x reader #peter b parker x reader #spider noir x reader #hobie brown x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara smut #spider noir smut #hobie brown smut #spiderpunk x reader #spiderpunk smut #webslinger x reader #webslinger smut #the spot x reader #the spot smut

[plasticferal]

daddy chris and reader hate eachother but they accidentally take viagra and get horny and fuck 😜🤞🏼

chocolate | chris sturniolo.

this was such a unique concept to write so hopefully i did it justice. receiving oral, face sitting, daddy!kink so not for everyone, sorry. not proof read whoops. use of a sexual stimulant, explicit language. 18+ content. reader discretion is advised.

part two here.

your eyes grow heavy as you pull the blanket tighter around your body, head nodding drowsily onto the pillow you’ve stolen from chris’s room. matt is already asleep on the other side of the lounge, giving you your space. the moment you feel yourself completely give into your sleep, the weight of another body drops onto the lounge beside you, making your body jolt.

“move over.” you hear chris’s croaky and tired voice demand. 

if there’s anyone in this house to interrupt your sleep, of course it’s going to be chris. he’s functioning at absurd hours, never in his own bed, always on a mission to find someone else who’s awake to keep him occupied. the fact it’s him switches your mood instantly, and you're annoyed.

“chris, what are you doing?” you whine, rubbing your face, looking up through foggy vision.

“can’t sleep.” his waist is where your head is.

he adjusts his body on the lounge cushion so that your pillow is essentially on his lap, tucked beneath the pillow your head lays on. if he wasn't so tired, you'd be wary that he's about to suffocate you with it. he hunches into the cushion, and you're forced to sit up now that he's undone your comfort.

“i was just about to fall asleep, asshole." you sigh, picking yourself up.

you fluff the pillow and bring it with you, hugging it to your chest as you sit back, shoulder to shoulder with chris now, both your bodies slouching into the lounge. you push him off of you.

he turns to look at you, a slight shadow of his facial hair gracing his jawline, his hair fluffy sitting like storm clouds on his head, eyes squinting slightly from exhaustion.

"is that my pillow?" he asks, not even looking at the item in your hand. he just knows, and wants a reason to be difficult.

“god i hate you” you grind your teeth together, refusing to even put up a fight. 

you throw it at him, making sure it collides with his face as you do. chris swings the pillow in retaliation with a burst of energy and whips it against your shoulder, making you twist your face with anger and shove him.

chris's body drops back on the lounge and his brother stirs awake within seconds. matt looks pissed as he comes to, lifting his body up to see you and chris frozen and staring at him in anticipation. you're immediately guilt-ridden, hesitant to see what he has to say.

"fuckin', of course it's you two," he grumbles, stealing a blanket from the couch as he drags himself to his feet, wrapping it around his shoulders.

"sorry matty," you grimace, watching him as he aims for his bedroom.

"i'm going to bed, try not to kill each other." matt waves you both off, leaving you alone with chris in the semi-lit, silent room.

"nice one" chris teases, knowing how bad you'll be feeling having woken matt up, really rubbing salt into the wound.

"you're such a dick." you huff, scooting over to put a safe distance between you and chris. he blows a raspberry with thought, like a child. 

"i'm hungry" he sulks to himself, in an artless tone while he scratches his forearm.

"that sucks for you." you reply, completely untroubled, scrunching your face in an ‘i didn’t ask’ manner.

your body hasn't been able to find another comfortable position and it's making you grow more distressed with every passing moment. the lounge shifts again, making you blow air out through tight lips, an exhale that reads 'i'm trying to keep my cool', and chris knows that.

you can tell he's more than happy to get under your skin by the smug look on his face, regardless of how tired he claims to be. he always has energy to piss you off.

chris shuffles off the lounge and moves slowly, lazily into the kitchen. he stretches his arms above his head, forcing his faded grey shirt to lift ever so slightly, and his sweatpants are dangerously low on his waist. the plaid boxers peeking through have an expensive brand plastered on the elastic that clings to his hips. it makes you roll your eyes.

you watch curiously to see what midnight snack he manages to find, and when he locates a stash of chocolate from a funky, unique candy store that he and his brothers all visited, he's hit the jackpot. the kitchen is only illuminated by the downstairs light, but you can see enough to observe him pour the grocery bag out onto the dining table, rummaging through all the individually packaged sweets.

as much as chris isn't one to share, you try your luck and make your way over. he groans at the sight of you, in a way that's like he knew you would appear, but didn't want it to happen.

"relax, i'll take what you don't like so i don't have to hear you complain." you speak wearily, starting to shuffle through the chocolates yourself.

"here," he holds out a candy wrapped in a bright pink wrapper.

you observe it in your hands. it has the words 'nice and naughty' written on it in a bubble font, and you assume it's a play on words, based on the fact that the chocolate is half milk chocolate and half dark chocolate.

"where did you guys get these?" you cross your face, having it be a complete mystery to you. you glance up at chris who just shrugs with a downward smile as he's still trying to find one he fancies.

"some obscure candy store in boston" he acknowledges. you choke out a laugh, at his expense.

"define obscure, chris" you grill him.

"you want the candy or not?" he looks at you with the aim of redirecting your question.

you put your arms up in defense, a smile pulling your lips as you wave him off as if to say, go back to what you were doing. you can tell he's not pleased with anything he's sifting through, getting hot and bothered.

"they all look gross," chris tosses whatever he had picked up with a 'i give up' tone.

"give me half of yours." he speaks casually, reaching for the one he quite literally passed you. you snatch it away from him, making him grasp at air.

"it's cute that you think we're that close." you satirize. chris huffs through a raspberry blow with his lips.

chris moves his jaw side to side with thought before grabbing your hand quickly, unexpectedly, and pulling you to his body with one fast swift movement.he's hovering over you, a strong grip around your much smaller, delicate wrist, compared to his rough hand.

"this close enough for ya?" he smiles with his teeth, the tip of his tongue peaking out slightly through his canines.

the slight drop in his eyes, the small head tilt, and the way he's looking at you with an unfamiliar alluring stare. you're trying not to pay attention to the way the shadows on his skin showcase his gentle muscles, the way his white tank exposes his collarbones and barely noticeable chest hair that you can only focus on because you're face to chest.

you pull your hand away from him with a scoff and unwrap the chocolate, refusing to give him the satisfaction of looking him in the eyes. you do yourself a favor, to shut him up, and snap it in half. you throw the wrapper on the table for the time being.

without saying a word, you hold it out for him to take, sparing him the dark chocolate side because you know he doesn't like it. he has a puzzled look on his face, as if you're trying to punish him, but you're not.

"thanks," he says, sounding more like a question than a statement.

you both take a bite from your chocolate at the same time, and make a displeased face in sync with each other.

"that tastes terrible" he thinks aloud. you agree with him, a rare occurrence. usually, he just complains for the sake of complaining, especially when he knows it's going to irk you.

"i don't mind it" you don't actually believe your own words, but you're trying to be optimistic.

“of course you like it, you're weird.” chris speaks, blatantly. 

you both finish the pieces off and chris licks his fingers, the residue of the slightly melted chocolate on his fingertips. you really can't help but watch as his cheeks sink in slightly and his lips wrap around his skin, making a small pop sound when he cleans his hand off.

chris chews obnoxiously loud, like the type of loud that usually sends matt into a fit. smacking his lips together, clicking his tongue on his teeth. despite it being such a small piece, he's eating it like there’s a whole pack of gum in his mouth.

"any louder and you'll wake up matt again" you speak, walking over to the sink to rinse your hands.

"any louder and you'll, shut up." he mocks your scolding before brushing you off and snapping the roof of his mouth with his tongue, to annoy you further.

“good comeback” you taunt with an eye roll, wiping the corner of your mouth clean.

you hear the crinkle of a wrapper and assume he's throwing it in the bin, but then he falls quiet, and you can sense his body is frozen.

"hey, y/n?" chris voice shifts into a serious tone, and you're not sure you've ever heard it before. not toward you at least.

“what?” you dry your hands quickly and skip back over to him, leaning over his shoulder to see what he's reading. your brain scatters with concern.

it could be expired, it could have an ingredient one of you is allergic to. it could be a dog treat for all you know, not like that would stop chris. his reaction gives little to nothing away.

chris straightens out the chocolate wrapper, holding it with both hands like you would hold an open book. you begin intently reading the small writing on the inside.

the black letters on the silver malleable foil reads, 'increases sex drive, enhances performance and stimulates blood flow. a nice treat for when you're feeling naughty'. your eyes almost pop out of your head.

snatching the wrapper from his hands, you need to make sure what you're seeing is correct. chris is rubbing his hands through his hair and you feel his shift in energy. he doesn't seem concerned, but he's not as composed.

"who the fuck packages sex chocolate like this?" your words are so harsh, and much louder than you need to be expressing.

"oh god don't say sex chocolate," chris covers his ears and hunches over as he paces around the living room, shaking his head like he's hearing something he's not supposed to.

"that's what it is!" you shake the wrapper in his face, letting out your frustrations onto him. you try to steady your emotions, and reaction, by simply throwing it in the bin.

chris shushes you with panic, knowing if his brother wakes up again, he's going to be the one that receives his wrath.

"who uses the word naughty on chocolate?" he matches your tone to a much less important piece of information.

"that's what you got from this?" your eyes feel like they could pop out of your head and you quickly shake it off, before you pass out from stress. he throws his arms up frenziedly.

“this is what i get for sharing my food” chris shakes his head, and all you want to do is slap it out of him. you crack your knuckles in frustration, inhaling at least a three second breath inward.

“it’s gonna be fine. it’s fine, just relax" you say with conviction, remembering to keep your voice down. 

chris stops pacing and is standing still, leaning against a dining chair with a drained look on his face, arms folded and holding onto his elbows.

“i think you’re stressing more than me” he’s suddenly at ease again, finding some zen in being able to fixate on your emotions and reaction rather than his own.

“you’re the reason for all my stress, christopher” you spit. which is true, even if by accident.

"so, what happens now?" he waves his arms up again, always expecting someone else to hold the answers to what he has to ask.

"we don't think about it, it probably doesn't work anyway." you gloss over his question

“and if it does work?” he pries. 

“you finally get to see a girl naked.” you tease with a flat look on your face, not looking at him while heading straight back to the couch that you don't plan on moving from again. 

your next intention is googling what the effects are about to be, trying not to expose your concern. chris will just use it against you. 

before you sit down, you hear chris swipe all of the chocolates into his arms and the metal clank of the bin opening and slamming shut. he moves quick, and knows the faster they're out of sight, they're out of mind.

the second you cuddle up again and pull your knees to your chest, you take your phone out to start investigating. chris follows your lead, and before you know it you're both silently tapping away at your phones, illuminating your focused faces.

all of your fatigue is now non-exist, and now you're wide awake with paranoia. or arousal. yet to be confirmed. it's evident that chris is in the same boat.

there's a long period of time where neither of you speak, and at some point chris had turned the t.v back on, volume low, filling in the white noise. whatever movie he started to play is about half way through when he finally speaks again, and for a second you were startled, forgetting about his presence. 

"why does matt get a nickname and i don't?" you can feel him looking at you, phone down. you exhale with contemplation and turn to him, wondering what triggered his question.

“huh?” you raise an eyebrow, his question coming out of the blue.

“just answer the question” he hurries his words.

“do you want a nickname?” you remark.

“i’m just saying, something other than asshole or dickhead might be nice for a change.” he sounds sassy through his words, and it does make you realize you've never approached him the same as you do his brothers.

admittedly, you've always assumed he can handle it. your words escape your mouth out of frustration most of the time. he's never been inherently bad toward you, he just knows how to say all the right things to piss you off.

“so you want me to call you, like, chrissy?” you try to match your nickname for matty and nicky, versions of their names you throw around more or less because chris hates it.

“mm, nah.” he scrunches his nose and shakes his head.

“how about like,” his words fall off with thought. chris smirks at you, a clear intrusive thought tempting his lips.

“daddy.” he blurts out, a slight croak in his suddenly deeper voice.

“you’re actually crazy if you think i’m calling you daddy" you emphasize the word sensually, but still impassively.

"what's crazy is that i didn't hate hearing you say it." he replies offhandedly.

you aren’t sure if it's a placebo effect or the aphrodisiac kicking in, but you flash back to chris tugging you toward his body, and suddenly you want to rewind, so you can throw yourself at him.

"do you think it's working?" you ask him with an outlandish desperate curiosity, aligning with the sudden shift in conversation.

“the freaky chocolate?” he asks, voice coarse and lightly croaky. you roll your eyes.

“no chris, the magic beans" your face drops to mirror the sarcasm seeping from your lips.

“i hate to break it to you but i think the chocolate is working” his shoulders jump with a small laugh. a devious laugh, like the next thought on his mind is one he has to hold back but can’t wait to say.

you raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to go on. 

“is it?” you have to prompt him before the silence gets too tense.

“considering i wanna tear your clothes right now, i think it is." he's awfully calm.

"are you just saying that?" you ask brusquely.

"do you want me to prove it?" he shifts to sit up in his spot, rubbing his thighs as he waits for your response, on the edge of standing up.

"i want you to stop messing with me." as you finish your sentence, chris stands up and slowly, painfully slow, and begins to walk closer to where you lay.

"for once, i'm not. it's just giving me the confidence to admit what's running through my head."

"you can form your own thoughts?" you act surprised.

"yeah that's funny, kid" he brushes off your joke.

"well, go on. what's running through that head of yours?" you reel him back in, curious for him to express what's on his mind. 

he steps up to the edge of the couch.

"that you look really good right now," his eyes are slightly squinted, and his head gives a slow nod, like he's agreeing with himself.

"you always do, honestly." he bounces one shoulder, as if it's not at all a big deal that he's complimenting you. something he simply does not do. he’s better at demanding praise rather than giving it.  

chris stands over you, looking down at your body. your legs are arched and heels are on the couch cushion, slouching slightly. your heart race quickens. 

there’s a weird, foreign confidence tingling through you. you clench your core, feeling your breathing become tight at the thought of being touched in any way right now. chris has always been attractive, you’re not blind. you just don't see eye to eye. 

you've definitely had a few dirty dreams about him, and on top of that the bickering you two do, it gives you a little kick of adrenaline. you just actively choose not to make it easy on him, and have no intention of changing just because you’re getting turned on.

"good enough to be my next late night snack." his words have a playful undertone, but the look in his eyes is serious, and hungry, and he leans down further.

"that doesn’t turn me on." you deride. 

“then i’ll keep talking until something does” his eyes widen slightly, like he’s daring himself with his prompt.

“is talking and eating all that mouth is good for?” the pure look you're giving him up through doe eyes, is making the smallest grin tug at his plump, peachy lips. all these little details about him that are being accentuated.

“eating, yeah” chris arches his body down, wrapping a hand around the back of the couch near your head and he casts a complete shadow over you. you shake your head with a disapproving attitude at his terrible frat boy attempt in dirty talk. 

“actions speak louder than words” you reply seductively. 

“is that an invite?” he gives a crooked smile and a head tilt, narrowing his eyes. 

“fortunately for you, it is.” giving him the green light, you part your legs open, luring him in.

the silk pyjama shorts you have on riding up to the crease of your hips, and the fact you're not wearing any underwear makes the experience all the more exciting. chris shuffles on his knees between your legs.

his hand makes contact with your skin, making you hot. he slides his touch from your knee, up your thigh and finally to your waistband. at the same time, he leans in, tilting to the left while you naturally find yourself leaning to the right.

"i really wanna taste you" his voice is dark, but sweet, and your lips brush his before finally pressing hard together.

you feel your body ease instantly to your own surprise, and the kiss is almost perfectly orient. he dominates your bottom lip, grazing over it with his tongue. 

there’s not a thought or care in the world from either of you. like there will be no repercussions after this, even though you're sure there will be. earlier in the night you were arguing over a pillow, and now, you’re fighting for dominance in a passionate makeout.

he juts further into your body with his hips, throwing your one leg he has in his hand over his waist, and you take the initiative to completely engulf his lower half. your heels dig into his lower back and pull him closer until his dick presses into your cunt.

the dark room and baggy sweats deceive you, his prominent boner pressing into you, making you moan into the kiss. his dick is already struggling to comfortably arch into your heat, restricted because of his clothes but also because his length clearly requires more room.

he immerses himself in your lips with the kiss, losing his composure and humming lowly with pleasure. your hands tangle into his hair, gripping his head and taking control of the kiss, bopping your heads in rhythm and chasing each other's mouths.

chris's hips grind down into you and you feel yourself become more needy, pushing up into him, to meet him where you both crave friction the most.

the grasp he has on your shorts loosens the moment he tugs them down. you thrust upward, levitating off the couch while still secure around his body to help him shuffle them off. the moment his eyes fixate on your naked heat, his jaw slacks open.

"wasn't expecting that" his voice shakes slightly, barely above a whisper.

“i don’t think either of us were expecting this” you get a little ego boost from how engrossed he is, and you give your hips a little wriggle to finally release from your shorts. 

“you’re right” chris tosses your shorts to the side with a chuckle at your words.

“i usually am” you blush, and he rolls his eyes.

his hands are dancing all over your legs, embracing how smooth they are, and the smell of your scented lotion. he's exploring every inch of you. feeling his hands stroke up your thigh, your hands start to tingle and your head starts to spin.

"you said you wanna taste me, right?" you snap his eyes back up to yours, and he trails his lips with his tongue, adding a pleading nod.

"go ahead, chrissy." you flaunt the pet name, knowing it's not what he wants to hear. he exhales a smile, but shakes his head with dejection.

“if this is gonna happen, i'm gonna need you to use another word.” he orders.

"you want me to call you baby?" you feign ignorance, feeling like you only temporarily have this leverage over him.

chris's face changes quickly from a naive, compliant stare, to a more serious one.

"hey, don't be smart," he grabs your jaw, giving you a squeeze. your sudden desire to be a smart mouth escapes in one swift breath, letting his grip tighten.

"i'll make you feel good, y/n" he pulls your face closer. 

you're willing to completely cave, and in the back of your mind you're convinced it's that dreadful chocolate's fault.

"just say it." he demands. your stomach flutters, a cold chill swirling through it.

the word is dancing on the tip of your tongue, but your stubbornness when it comes to chris has you struggling to spit it out. the dynamic has completely shifted, and at this point you're just delaying time.

it's almost like he knows your tactic, and strategically rolls his hips into you hard, making sure you feel his long hard cock against your cunt, shamelessly getting your wetness all over his sweatpants.

"daddy" you gasp against his open mouth, finally let it spill from your mouth, spiteing yourself for giving in to his dominance.

“good girl.” he smirks, pulling your face to his to slam a rough kiss together. your stomach knots at the sound of his gravelly voice.

you’re chasing him with your lips, a whine escaping as he pulls back, forcing you to tilt your head to the side. messily he begins kissing down your cheek, jaw, chin, neck. making his way further down your throat with his lips until he passes your collar bone, tugging and tearing at your shirt to meet your skin.

your body is arching into his and you’re trying to grasp at his hair, following his movements. watching and feeling him devour your skin with hungry kisses.

“so soft,” he mumbles against your lower stomach, just below your belly button.

“so sweet.” he praises, licking his lips before he grabs your knees, steadying himself at your heat. 

his face is situated between your thighs, but his hand is still on your face. he squeezes and grabs at your face, two fingers pushing into your mouth. you moan and take them across your tongue, wrapping your lips around his thick, warm fingers. 

wrapping your hand around his wrist, you tighten your grip when you feel chris’s mouth attach to your pussy, open and tongue flat against your folds. closing his mouth onto you, he sharpens his tongue and lets it flick side to side at a fast, aggressive pace. he’s letting pleasure-filled sounds escape from his mouth, humming and huffing when he needs to catch his breath.

“f-fuck, oh my god,” you throw your head back, pulling his fingers out of your mouth to speak but letting his hand fall to your chest. 

the feeling of him shaking his tongue so passionately against your cunt is making you need to hold your breath, to stop yourself from being loud. you feel yourself grow a more thick wetness between your legs, and his tongue scoops into your opening, swallowing every taste he can pick up.

“chris, chris, sh-shit” your voice trembles in a hushed tone, feeling a mix of overwhelming delight and panic of the reality of everything hitting you suddenly.

“what was that?” he pulls away for a second, asking with tease. his hand grabs your throat but his mouth is still eating you with desire, sucking and licking every inch he can travel over. 

“i’m not saying it again” you almost want to laugh, exhaling and twisting your face as you feel him wave over your clit, your body reacting by thrusting into his face. 

“oh you will” chris speaks smug, the tip of his nose taking over the pressure on your clit and he uses it to his advantage, keeping it there but simultaneously circling his tongue around and around just below your hood. 

suddenly, chris hooks his hands on the underside of both your knees, forcing you to flip over as he turns his body. his ass is planted on the floor, his back is pressed to the couch, and you’re straddling his face now. his head is resting on the couch cushion looking up, and you’re able to support yourself on your hands and knees, looking down.

chris groans into your pussy. his hands, firm, strong hands, grab your buttocks and drag you down onto his waiting mouth. you brace yourself against the armrest of the couch. when you look down, you gaze upon chris’s closed eyes, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, hair already a mess from where your thighs are messing it up. you add your hand to his scalp, lightly scratching and pulling.

“f-fuck, that feels good, s’good”, you whine, biting your hand to try and drown them out, while his tongue draws patterns into you, his nose still utter perfection against your clit. 

“you like this, huh? fucking my face with this pretty fucking pussy” his voice is so strained and laced with filth.

stifling your thrusts and thirsty grinds on his face is not an option, and you know that chris is taking some pride in receiving all of your wanton movements and paving them into a road of an earth-shattering orgasm. 

his hands don’t hold still, continually roaming your hot flesh, sometimes pressing you further into his face, sometimes dragging you away, always aiming for your best stimulation. his occasional moans vibrate your very core, making your pussy pulse with pleasure.

“more, more, more”, you beg breathlessly, and he gives it to you, but not without slapping a hard firm whip to your ass with the palm of his hand. 

“more, what?” he growls, smacking his lips together and swallowing your flavors.

“fuck you.” you groan.

“something you won’t get to do if you don’t start behaving” chris fully detaches his mouth from your dripping pussy and you try with all your efforts to roll into his face, to regain some friction. 

chris pulls back, and slaps your ass again hard. you wince, but more at the fact of how loud the impact is. the last thing you want is to wake anyone else up, especially in this position.

“more, daddy. fuck” you beg, still refusing to use manners. you’re both equally putting up a fight. with that, he gives it to you until your legs shake and your abs are tight. you are so, so close to coming, and you finally, blissfully do when chris’s tongue laps at your clit in just the right way.

“better.” you feel him smile against your pussy, as he then bites your inner thigh quickly. your orgasm draws much louder than you intended, hoarse groans out of you that eventually peter out into whimpers. 

chris doesn’t stop licking you, making your legs shake in the air. he only slows down and is as gentle as your sensitive clit needs after his hungry attack. you feel ready to collapse, so you carefully shimmy off his body, dropping backwards onto the lounge, feeling your skin sticky and sweaty. 

he follows you, clawing his way up the lounge to follow your body. he’s panting, wiping his mouth clean but staring down at his hands, admiring the glistening cum you’ve lathered his chin, cheeks and lips with. chris drops next to you, shoulder to shoulder. for once, you don’t want to push him away from you. you can hear his thundering heartbeat. you can feel his still hard cock against your ass.

“we should probably,” you’re trying to catch your breath as you speak, taking a moment.

“-should probably do something about that” you lazily point to his crotch, making him look down and gain a double chin as he notices what you’re mentioning. 

“you mean before the effects wear off?” chris huffs a laugh. you turn over to rest your head on his shoulder, looking up at him. 

“i mean before you start complaining about it” you reply jocosely, and he rests both of his hands behind his head.

“i’ve got nothing to complain about right now. not with the taste of you still on my tongue” he sounds genuine, like he’s still reminiscing about the act of eating you out.

“i’ve still got the taste of the chocolate lingering” you frown.

“we can fix that” chris turns into you, resting a hand on your waist. you take the prompt before he continues, and pull yourself onto his lap, straddling his thighs. 

you lower your face toward his chest, shuffling further down his lap while obtaining eye contact and watch as chris’ breath hitches. he bucks his hips forward lightly, making you bounce, and the way your tits react to the movement has him drooling.

he breathes out heavy through his nose, licking his lips and watching as you slide down toward his cock.

“my turn.”

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[rafescurtainbangz]

Professor Cameron - Rafe Cameron One Shot +18

Minor DNI

Based off a prompt by @geniousbh :

Rafe x female reader (No use of Y/N)

Warnings: smut & language

Fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected p in v, pet names, squirting, overstimulation, breeding kink, praise kink, ownership kink, creampie, cum play, older Rafe

Lightly edited

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"I'm so close to a C," you grumble, eyes rolling as you hold yet another Econ test between your fingers; D+ scrolled in blood-red ink. "Another fuckin' D."

"A D+, actually," your friend teases, tapping the top.

"Well, would you look at that?" You sass, readjusting yourself from your slumped state, eyes drifting ahead, matching Professor Cameron's. He represses a smile, running his palm against his lips.

"Do they do extra credit in college?" You whine, leaning into your friend, resting your head on her shoulder as you continue to sulk.

"Professor C? No fuckin' way; the guy's a hard ass."

"I don't think that's true," You look his way again, just missing his eyes. "He looks sweet," you whisper.

"He's hot as fuck," she adds, making your cheeks flush pink. "Is he married? I don't see a ring." She studies him a little further, trying to get a better look.

"Why does it matter?" You ask, narrowing your gaze on him.

"Meh. It doesn't, but it makes it easier. You said you wanted extra credit, sunshine." She wiggles her eyebrows, elbowing you playfully.

"Just tell me what you're getting at," you huff. "Class is almost over, and I need to figure this shit out."

"Jesus Christ, babe. You want extra credit. He's not married. And he already looks at you like he wants to devour you."

"Eat me?"

"If that's what you're into, or you could suck him off, I suppose," she giggles as you let out a little gasp. "Ugh... Stop clutching your pearls. If he was lookin' at me like that, he'd be blowin' my back out every day of the week."

"So, you really think he likes me?" Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you turn in his direction. He's not looking at me...

"Just give it a second," your friend breathes.

Professor Cameron thumbs through the remaining stack of tests, handing another small pile to his teacher's assistant before snagging his school bag and coffee cup. Your stomach floods with butterflies as he matches your gaze, walking toward the lecture hall steps.

"Just fucking do it," she groans. "Even if you don't get the extra credit, at least you'll get somethin' out of it."

"Something?"

"Dick... Seriously. What the fuck, girl?" 

"Stop bein' mean," you whine. 'What if he doesn't want me?"

"Sure," she laughs.

********

You walk down the hallway, heading toward the faculty offices. Wandering slowly as you skim the name plaques, searching for his.

Professor Rafe Cameron

Rafe? You bite back a nervous smile. I've never met a "Rafe" before. You lift your fist, giving the door a soft knock.

"Come in," he calls from behind it. You twist the handle; Rafe's blue eye expands slightly, along with his smile. It quickly fades. Maybe he doesn't want me here. Maybe I need to go.

"I'm sorry. I... Well, I didn't make an appointment," you babble, twirling your hair nervously.

"No - No. It's alright," he assures, the corners of his lips curling as he says the words. "Take a seat. Please." He gestures to the leather chair across from his large desk. You walk over taking a seat, smoothing your little skirt before matching his eyes. He addresses you by Miss, surprising you when he uses your last name, falling from his lips with ease. You're taken aback, frazzled at the moment that he knows you by name, out of a lecture hall full of students.

I'm clearly not an exceptional student. There are students with perfect scores in my class. Maybe he's just thoughtful. Maybe he remembers everyone's names.

"Are you alright?" He asks as he leans back in his chair slightly, adjusting in his seat.

"Umm... Just a little nervous," you let out a flighty laugh as he gives you his full attention.

"I don't bite," he smiles, crossing his arm across his broad chest. You watch as his linen shirt stretches across his strong arms. You study him a little more, taking in his features. You've never gotten to see him this close: perfectly quaffed locks, just the right amount of stubble on his chiseled jaw. He's loosened his tie since you saw him last, Rafe's top button drawn open as well, a peek of a gold chain matching his ring-adorned fingers. He guides your attention back to his eyes, using your first name this time, making your heart race.

"So, is there anything I can help you with?" He asks you again with a softer tone, just trying to pull any sort of answer out of you.

"Sorry... Umm. I'm not doing very well in your class. I just - I'm not used to doing so poorly." His eyes soften on yours as you continue to spin your sob story. "I seem to do well on my papers, but, I do really bad on my tests."

His lips tug to the side, brows knitting tight. "Well, that's because I grade your papers," he hums as he turns his swivel chair toward his computer, pulling up the gradebook. "My T.A. is on a little bit of a power trip this semester. And it does not help that you're stunning. Think someone's a little jealous," he chuckles. You feel heat spread across your cheeks as you take in his compliment. "We'll see if we can work something out."

Professor Cameron matches your smile, lingering a little while before returning to his screen. "Alright..." He takes a deep breath, squinting slightly before taking out some black glasses. "Let's see what we're workin' with." He scans the numbers, writing down a few things on a little Post-It note. "So it looks like lesson 5, 6, and 8 tests were all D's." You nod your head in acknowledgment. "Well, you can retake these if you'd like. And, I can regrade them for you; skip the middleman."

"Really?" You bubble.

"'Course," he breathes. "There's no reason those tests should be that low given what you know. I'm very impressed with your written work."

"Yeah?" You expel a sigh of relief.

"Yeah... I would bet that you could finish the course with at least a B."

"Wow, Professor Cameron. Thank you so much. At least... So, I could maybe get an A?" You smile, sweetening your tone, just playing around, doing your best to lighten the mood.

"Maybe," he chuckles, relaxing back in his chair. "I don't see why not. And we can always talk about extra credit if you'd like."

"Extra credit? That would be really nice, Professor Cameron." Your eyes fall to his thigh; two thick fingers moving ever so slightly, tracing the sleek black material, making your mind wander as you think about what he could do with his hands, if he was rough or gentle. He looks like he'd be rough.

"Yeah, extra credit," he hums; you follow his gaze, eyes lost in your cleavage, hidden slightly by your oversized jean jacket.

"What can I do for you, Professor Cameron," the words leave your lips before you can think them through. "F-For extra credit, that is," you recover quickly your cheeks shifting from a pretty blush to a deep red hue.

He fights off a smile, rapping his ringed finger against the wood desk a few times."Whatever you're comfortable with," he breathes. Rafe raises his hand, brushing away his smile just as he did in the classroom. This time, more of a smirk.

Whatever I'm comfortable with... He wants me to? Maybe?

Grabbing your jean jacket, you pull it off your shoulders, exposing your pink top, black lace peeking out."I'll do whatever it takes to get an "A," Professor Cameron."

"You will, now?" he sighs, sinking in his seat slightly, widening his thighs, making himself a little more comfortable. "You sure about that?"

"Mhmm," you breathe as you lean in closer, giving him a better view of your breasts. He lets out a sinful laugh, loosening his tie a little more than before, his icy blue eyes darkening along with yours.

"And, you'd do anything it takes to get that "A." Huh?" He mumbles as you work the satin straps over your shoulders, letting it fall around your waist.

"Anything."

"Shit," he draws out the word, snatching his glasses off his face before rising in his seat. He's tall, far taller from this angle, towering over you as he walks around the desk, designer dress shoes shuffling along the floor.

"Are you married, Professor Cameron?"

"Nah... I'm not. I'm single. And, you can call me Rafe if you'd like," he rasps, pawing his tie the rest of the way off. "Are you single? Anyone taking care of you."

"Just me," you whisper, your innocent eyes set on his.

"Just me. Huh?" He echoes. You nod as he grips the armrests of your swivel chair, towing you closer. "These boys not cuttin' it for you, princess?" You shake your head 'no'. You can see the print of Rafe's long, thick cock; pressing against his slacks. "I'm gonna take care of you." He takes hold of your chin with a heavy hand.

"Okay, Ra-" He steals your words, claiming your lips against his. Rafe catches your moan in his mouth, answering with his own. You let out a little gasp as he lifts you to your feet, bringing you closer. The two of you work on what little clothing remains between sloppy kisses, tearing it off each other's bodies until all that's left are his black boxer briefs.

Rafe groans as his rough fingers glide down your smooth skin, tracing the small of your waist, massaging and pressing your breasts together as his eyes roll back. He lifts you effortlessly, taking you into his strong arms. You hold on tight as Rafe swipes his palm across the desk, making the items tumble to the floor. He lays you on top, lips barely losing contact, kissing you roughly.

Your hands drift down his chest, journeying lower and lower. You rake your hands back up, feeling his muscles, resting on his chest, feeling his heart pound underneath. You dig your nails into his skin, making him hiss out a breath.

You feel the chill of his rings against your hot skin as he squeezes your tits, shoving them together. "Jesus fuck, baby girl," he mutters, locking down on your nipple, swirling and flicking, leaving you a whimpering mess. "You look good... So fuckin' good," he groans, running two thick fingers between your thighs, skimming your slit. "How are you so wet?" He growls.

You take in his scent, rich and delicious, amplified by the warmth of his bare skin. You reach for him desperately, pulling him to your lips as he rocks into you, thrusting languidly, stroking your aching pussy with his clothed cock. His gold chain sways, with each roll of his hips brushing against your cleavage.

"Please," you whimper, desperate for more.

"Want me to eat your pussy, angel? Hmm? Bend you over my desk?"

"Yes, Rafe. Fuck," you whimper.

He lowers himself between your legs, looping his arms under your thighs, pulling you toward his face. Rafe spreads your legs, kissing you deeply, marking you in a way that'll surely leave a bruise, teasing you as his digits slip closer. You take a grip on his sandy-blonde hair, pulling him nearer as you buck your hips, craving more friction between the two of you. Rafe breathes warmly against your clit, making you melt into the table.

"Rafe-" You beg, your words turning into a breathy cry as he plunges his tongue deeply, drawing out slowly, licking a line to your clit that has your body quaking. He sucks your bud, releasing you with a pop. Doing it again and again, leaving your thighs trembling uncontrollably. He brushes his tongue side to side on your clit, making your vision blur.

Rafe slings your legs over his broad shoulders, working deeper than before. You grip the edge of the desk; teeth clenched, muscles firing hot as you hold back your cries of pleasure. "Cum for me..." He grunts, driving his fingers into you as you nod rapidly.

"Y-Yeah," you shudder, chasing your climax as he pounds into your dripping cunt.

"Do it." Rafe curls his fingers inside of you, tension snapping as you moan his name. "Fuck... Say it again. Say my name again," he groans, looking down at you in a drunken haze as he works you through your orgasm.

"Rafe," you breathe. He slips between your legs, cleaning the mess he made with his tongue.

This - This is a man. Sure, I've been with plenty of boys, but this is divine. I can tell that he knows what he's doing: how to kiss, how to touch a woman. I need him. All of him.

"Tastes so fuckin' good," he mumbles. "Anything?" He asks again as he tugs at the elastic of his boxers.

"Anything," you mewl.

"Need to be inside you," he mutters as he pulls his boxers off his body. "You want that. Don't you?"

"Yes."

He gives you a few experimental thrusts, watching you jolt in your sensitivity every time his rock-hard cock nudges your clit. You look at the slight space between the two of you, letting out a desperate moan, yearning to be filled. Rafe's long, thick dick curved toward his stomach, glistening with precum, smudging against his tight stomach with each rut.

"Fuck me," you plead.

You let out a gasp as he stuffs his cock in your pussy; hips flush with your ass, balls deep; pushing even further. "R-Rafe..." You whimper, tears running down your cheeks as you feel the pressure in your guts. 

"Goddamn..." He grunts. "You're so fuckin' tight. Shit - Pussy feels so good."

"You're so big," you whimper as you press your hand against your tummy.

"You okay? Takin' me so well..."

"Yeah. M'fine. Feels so fucking good."

"Been hopin' you'd walk in my office since the first day I saw you." He brushes your tears away with his thumbs as he kisses your lips, dick buried deep. "Who woulda thought you be such a slut for your professor. Huh?"

BANG. BANG.

"Hey, Rafe. Are you free?" His colleague yells from outside the door, causing the two of you to freeze. Rafe snares your hips, holding you in place. He draws a finger to his lips, demanding your silence.

"Wanted to see if you could look over something for me."

Rafe grinds his hips slowly, not wanting to stop, cupping your breast in his hand. He leans down, giving you a soft bite, eyes focused on yours.

"Rafe?" The male tries again, making Rafe roll his eyes in annoyance. You watch as the shadow shifts underneath the door, walking away.

"Fuck, that was close," he breathes, kissing his way up your stomach. "Come over tonight?"

"You want me to come over to your house?" You whisper as you smile against his lips.

"Need to fuck you in a bed. Want you to ride me. You want that "A." Yeah?" He asks, his voice deep and dark.

"Yes, Professor Cameron," you smile as you flutter your lashes, your angelic tone contrasting his wicked one entirely.

"You're a pretty little thing. Fuck. You're gorgeous," he praises as his swollen tip presses against your entrance, stretching you slightly, making your lips part in a soft "o." He groans as he nudges himself a little further, rocking into you nice and slow, teasing you with the first few inches and his fat cockhead.

"Rafe... Pl-" Your plea turns into a gasp as he pushes himself inside, bottoming you out completely. Your back arches off the desk, nipples grazing his chest.

Rafe thrusts at a rapid pace, skin striking skin. Knocking you deep in your core. "Such a good girl f'me," he grunts, punctuating each word with a rough thrust leaving you trembling.

You let out a moan that has him rushing to silence you, sealing your mouth with his broad palm, each muffled sound more fucked out than the last.

"You're killin' me," he mutters against your neck. "Gonna let you be real loud tonight. Alright? Gotta big fuckin' house. You can scream as loud as you want." His hand works between your thighs, brushing quickly against your clit; making you dig your nails into his shoulder blades."If I move my hand, are you gonna be a good little whore? Keep that mouth nice and quiet, f'me?"

"Yeah-"

"If you can't, I can stuff it full for you. Keep you real fuckin' quiet."

"N-No. Wanna cum... Fuck, I'm gonna-" His focus falls to the sound of your body gushing, squirting onto his cock and thighs as he continues to pound you into the wooden desk.

Your body clutches him, muscles pulsing. "That's it, baby. Fuckin' squeeze me." He looks down at you with half-lidded eyes, trying his best to thrust. Rafe doesn't give you orders, simply forcing you right where he wants you. Gripping your hips, turning you a moment later, lifting your ass in the air as you take a hold of the desk. You look over your shoulder, watching as he winds up to smack your ass. Stopping himself with a smirk and a raspy laugh. "I'm gonna ruin you tonight." His voice sends chills down your spine. Rafe grips your skin tightly, bunching it up in his hand as he coaxes his dick back in.

He ruts his hips deeply, fingertips driving into the fat of your ass as his hips clap against your skin. "Rafe," you blubber, trying your best to steady yourself on whatever you can grab. You can feel his tip kiss your G-spot with each stroke, working incredibly deep.

"Almost there... Want you to cum with me," he groans.

"Let me cum. I can't-"

"You will..."

"Please-"

"M'gonna cum, baby," he grunts, hand weaving into your hair. He yanks it back, pulling your orgasm out with it, blanketing your mouth as he silences your cries. You flutter wildly around his cock as he fills you to the brim with his climax. Rafe draws out slowly, letting your releases drip from your cunt; rolling down your inner thigh. He grips his cock in his fist, collecting your shared release, swirling his tip around your entrance before stuffing it deep inside again.

"Goddamn," he mumbles. Swiveling his hips slowly, jagged breaths are heard as he continues to move, completely overstimulated but loving the feeling too much to quit. "Mmm... You're gonna ride me tonight. Bounce on me; tits in fuckin' face. This wet fuckin' pussy is mine..." He moans, already desperate for more, as he palms your soft skin.

You reach for air, doing your best to catch your breath, riding a euphoric high. "Shit... Did I get an A, Professor Cameron?" You laugh breathily.

"A" fuckin' plus, princess."

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[princessbrunette]

if u ever got mad at rafe he'd def leave ur pussy sore asfk and make it up to you by giving you his card i'm so in love w him

because he’s an assholeeeee and i love himmmm 😔

he’d had enough of you stomping after him all day in your little kitten heels with your voice all whiney and face all screwed up, so of course you end up with your knees pinned beside your head, his cock bruising your cervix. “that what you needed? shit. can’t do right by you, huh? gotta take time outta my busy schedule to pander to you.” he hisses, strings of arousal connecting everytime he pulls back to thrust back in. he’s got a busy day ahead of him, and letting you tag along had already made his morning hell. he had to make sure you were out for the count for the day, so that later when he gets up to more dangerous activities you’d be waiting back at the house for him like a good little girlfriend and not getting in the way.

he looks so good, knelt above you, shirt tucked beneath his chin, abs flexing as he thrusts his hips up against you. you whine, reaching to stroke down the sculpted muscle of his stomach. “just needed you, daddy.” you whimper pornographically. you were certain topper, who was told to wait only in the next room whilst rafe, as he puts it, “handles you.” could hear everything but you didn’t care in the moment.

he takes your wrist and pins it to the bed, floppy hair a little stuck to his forehead and pink in the cheeks. “so fuckin’ take it then.” he pants.

when you’re all done— that’s when he gets soft, panting into your neck after making a mess between both of your releases. he presses a long sloppy kiss to your jaw before squishing your cheeks with his fingers and turning your face towards him. “have fun? yeah?” he asks breathlessly, but gently this time — like he’s actually checking in on you.

“mhm.” you hum sleepily, staring at his lips before he plants a wet one on yours, and then dots some more around your cheeks.

“mm. good.” he slaps your ass affectionately before slowly sitting up and stretching. “gonna be a good girl today and let me handle business?” he gets up and stretches his arms, flexing his back until something clicks. you pout, nodding anyway — the blankets a mess around your ankles and skirt still bunched at your waist. he nods in approval, lips parted in thought as he digs around in his khaki pocket, pulling out a sleek black card.

he walks around the bed, placing it on the bedside table next to you. “take this n’do what you want today.” you sit up against the headboard a little and he then bends at the waist, large hand cupping your cheek and pressing his slightly clammy forehead to yours briefly. “sorry. ‘kay?” you know he means for the way he spoke to you earlier. rafe doesn’t move until you nod and give him a small smile before he plants a kiss to your forehead.

he walks out the room not sparing you another glance, running a hand through his slightly roused hair. down the hall slightly you hear him pull his zipper back up, a muffled “top, the fuck are you? i’m ready to go.” sounding.

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[billysgun]

liquor

billy the kid x rich-girl!reader..pt2 to whiskey|requested! 18+| billy finds himself undressing the richest girl in town, and decides to teach her a lesson|

your body slammed against the boarding house door, lace dress ripped and lips hungrily moving over each other as the taste of whiskey slipped in each other's mouths.

billy lets out a frustrated groan as his nails dig at the back of your corset, eager to remove every little thing that hid your body from him

you giggle as your painted nails reach back and quickly undo the corset, throwing it across the floor as you turn back to billy

"think you can handle undoing a few buttons, cowboy?"

billy bit his lip to swallow his rebuttal, deciding to shut you up with another liquor-filled kiss while he undid the buttons of your lace dress

it slid off your body slowly, the layers pooling at your feet with your bloomers nowhere to be seen. billy shakes his head as his arms wrap around your waist

"knew just what you were comin' here to do" he said under his breath and you wore a proud grin

"and I got what I wanted"

"not yet, princess. I ain't just gonna roll over for you" he whispered before kissing you slowly, hands undoing his belt

"knees"

you sunk immediately, eyes staring up at the cowboy as he fishes his cock out

"I didn't ride all the way here just to-" he shut you up when his dick sprung out, vein bulging with a red angry tip. suddenly you forgot what you were saying and your tongue was out

"fuckin' hell you rich folk, always needin' to be attended to first" he mumbled under his breath, you didn't like that.

sure, it was probably true, but you're the one on your knees right now.

your tongue traced over his tip, toying with him, making him wild as he sucked his lip in, not trying to satisfy you with moans

you removed your tongue and he whined at the loss

"you can't insult me when I'm sucking you off and keep your moans, you poor folk are so selfish"

he let out a hearty laugh at that and just when your lips were about to wrap around his cock he tipped your head toward him

"you wanna see selfish, doll?"

now we were talking. you tried to bite a grin back as you stood, he led you to the bed where he sat with his legs spread

"come on, honey" he ushered you toward him and you positioned yourself above his pulsing erection, you slowly sunk down and you swear you saw the bright light everyone talks about

billy didn't seem to shy to hold back his groans anymore and you certainly weren't, you began to bounce on him but he quickly stopped you with his hands on your hips

"billy-" you whined to him, done with his teasing but he just grinned at you

"thought I was showin' you selfish, love?" he asked and you rolled your eyes, pout tugging your lips as you tried with all your might to move

"billy please!" you whimpered and he sighed, giving you one deep thrust but stopping at that

"I will get off right now and find someone else!" you huffed but he only chuckled, grip still tight

"honey, I know you don't want no one else. you thought I didn't see you eyeing me ever? you were practically drooling every time I rode in!" he made fun of you and you felt your cheeks burn hot

"yeah, so? I'm sure that happens a lot with you cowboys!" you defended yourself and he nodded

"yeah, but I don't like no one gawking at me but you, sweetie" he admitted as he swooped you on your back, arm beside your head as he began to slowly thrust in you

"billy!" your legs wrapped around him, and he started a harsh rhythm that left you with your eyes rolling back

you vibrated with pleasure as he kissed down your throat, squeezing him as the sound of skin slapping and moans filled the room

his fingers found your clit as he began rubbing sloppy circles on it, kissing your neck before he experimentally slapped your bud

your back arched as you moaned his name, he grinned in your neck and began spanking the bundle of nerves. you'd be squirming like crazy if it wasn't for the hand that held you down and you began to lose yourself in the immense pleasure

"come on, sweet thing" he whispered, and you shook around him as your orgasm took over, running through your body as your mind melted for billy the kid

"fuck, hold on" he whined as he removed himself from you and jerked his dick above your breasts a few times before releasing all over you.

you panted for a few minutes as billy grabbed a rag and quickly cleaned you

"sorry...didn't want to get you pregnant because then I'd for sure be fired" he grinned as you laughed, he tossed the rag aside and scooped you up as he held you tight

"you should probably take me home before my parents find out I'm gone..." you mumbled in his chest

"don't they let you rest on sundays?" he mumbled in your hair and you quickly looked up at the now blushing cowboy

"how did you know that?"

"maybe I also had an eye out f'you..." he grinned as shame came out in the redness of his ears, you smiled and kissed him slowly

"well then I guess we can rest for a little while..." you whispered before digging your face into his chest and falling asleep

an: lmk what you think about this!!! I have trouble with writing a billy that isn't pure fluff and soft smut so he might seem a little ooc here...thank you for all the requests you guys!! ilysm <333

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[burstinn]

You accidentally sit on their face, And they actually enjoy it

HEADCANONS

Warnings and Notes:

All of these aren't serious hcs, I was high again and wanted to make this

I made this for funny

Slight nsfw

Gn reader, target audience is male

Haha face sitting

People mentioned:

Riptide (Tide), Soap, Gaz, Ghost, König, Makarov, Keegan, Horangi, Price, Krueger, Roach, Logan, Graves

You are tired, after agrueling training from a grouchy superior who had a bad day so he had to take it out on you and your comrades. You needed to sit down, badly. Your legs are about ready to give up.

Once you reach the common room, fucking finally. You pull out your phone to find something to watch, while you make your way to the sofa.

And you sit down, Before you felt something poking you, something.. Wrong. You immediately look down realizing you.. YOU SAY ON SOMEONE'S FACE

"OH MY GOD, I'M SO SORRY"

RIPTIDE

- He immediately sits up looking at you, well if his mask was off he would be confused at fuck

- "Sorry for huh??"

- Seems like you say on him while he slept

- "... ", "nothin"

- Weird, but okay.. He tells you go off while he layed back down to continue his eye rest

- Thank fucking god, Thank the holy stars he didn't catch you sittin on him

- BUT.. The holy stars didn't feel like saving you right now. Because apparently a rookie caught you accidentally sitting on Tide and told him after he woke up.. That fuckin snitch

- Now you have to face the embarrassment of Riptide confronting you about it the next day.

- Tide sounds upset as well while confronting you, how humiliating

- Well the thing that you don't know is. The thing is, he angry cause HE DIDN'T GET TO FEEL TO ASS ON HIS FACE. HE DIDN'T GET TO FEEL A PLUMP ASS SITTIN DOWN ON HIS FAAACE

- and by God would he find a way to let you sit on him.

SOAP

- Yknow.. You know how I write this man..

- He saw you walk in, distracted by your phone.. Obviously making your way to the couch while he sitting down.

- Then he got the bright idea.. To yknow.. Lay his head down to just... Idk stretch.. Totally

- He had the pleasure as well to watch your ass slowly sit down on his face, well for a few seconds anyway. Then you immediately get off his face. Sad life fr

- "huh? What's up why'd you get off?" "Your ass is nice to look at btw"

- " you saw me about to sit down on you and you didn't say anything?!"

- "A man gotta do to experience something new man.."

- You would hit him. But you would also get in trouble for that.

- he would joke the shit about it as well. He would tease the fuck outta you for the rest of the month for this.

- Bro won't even hide to shamefully ask you if you wanna sit on his face again ( in a joking way)

- (He's actually serious)

GAZ

- He was about to shut his eyes when he suddenly saw an outline of an ass about to sit on him.

- His eyes suddenly opened and he tried to get up but nah.. Too late bro you gotta feel the full plumpy moons first

- When you got up his eyes were wide and his face was red.

- "no.. It's okay.."

- he got off and left. Leaving you in your shame

- He had to leave to compose himself.. He found something new about himself and he isn't sure how to react

GHOST

- His eyes were closed.. Then he felled something soft on his face.

- Then a scream oh my god I'm sorry

- Oh.. Shit...

- He sits up, realizing you sat on his face.. He doesn't say anything.

- His face is fucking red under the mask. Your ass suddenly looked twice as big as before. Don't know how that works but go with it fr.

- He got hard, you noticed.

- "dude.. Sir..?.. Are you.."

- He just looks at you. He has that look in his eyes

- Cmon, yknow what you gotta do.. YOU KNOW

- SIT ON HIS FUCKING FACE RUAUAAAAGHHH

KÖNIG

- He wasn't expecting ass in his face, he thought he wouldn't enjoy something like face sitting but hey.. It's actually.. Nice?

- He doesn't say anything when you suddenly sit up embarrassingly trying too apologize

- He just nodded..

- He wanted you to sit on his face again so fucking badly..

- So badly he would lay down on literally anything sittable while you were in the room

- It was so fucking obvious it was almost funny

- You had to confront him about it. And he just.. Confessed, yeah, he wanted you to sit ok his face

- .... Cmon bro.. Be a man and sit on the guys face, Make his wish come trueeee

MAKAROV

- " sit back down"

- "excuse me? Sir.. No-"

- you better sit the fuck back down on his face

- He will literally pull a gun on you and force you to sit back down on his face

KEEGAN

- No fucking lie he literally took a fucking huge sniff

- You know because you fucking heard that comically loud sniff

- You had to cut your apology short to look at that dude in disbelief

- "Did you just fucking sniff my ass?!"

- Bro will literally look at you with a goofy ahh face and just look at you.. Not saying anything, not even a fuckin nod

- "you gonna sit back down on me or..?"

- He made you sit back down on his face

HORNAGI

-EHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHEHRHEHEHHhahahahahaahHAHAAH

- He will literally squeeze your ass, then pull your legs and make you sit back down on his face

- Don't even try to fight. His hands are fucking locked down on your thighs to keep you stuck on his face

- He made you sit down on his face for so long, you were literally concerned if he was breathing

- if you ask him if he's alive, he would just squeeze your leg to show you. Yeah, he's good

- if you look behind you, He's hard.

PRICE

- would smile and assure you it's okay.

- Pats your back, for more assurance. But he literally wants to Pat your ass

- Bro would imagine what it would be if you sat on his face

- Naked. Yes, if you sat on his face naked.

- If you did his beard would tickle you.. Which was what he wanted fr

KRUEGER

- He would say something like in a very angry and demanding tone

- "Why'd you get off?"

- "huh?"

- "Sit.Back.down"

- You did

ROACH

- Yo.. He feelin something he never felt before. Haha lie he just found a new kink he would actually enjoy

- He would literally follow you around and tug your shirt and point at your ass then his face

- If you would say no, He would leave and come back a few minutes later and do the same thing

- He would do it until you say yes..

- He's very happy. He's a very happy bug

LOGAN WALKER

- Would scream at you

- because you made him discover something about himself

- He's angry because of that

- He would force you to run 15 laps because of that.

- Then when you suddenly tired, sweating yo legs shaking from how tired you are

- He would silently and gently ask you ( he would toss you over his shoulder and walk you off to his room and make you sit on him)

- He won't explain why he did that. He just wanted to

GRAVES

- Would look at you like 🤨

- Then be like 😐😒😏

- stands up and slaps your ass

- and asks you to sit on his face

Everyone mentioned

- You will face fuck them

- Do not fight me on this, they will make you face fuck them

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[fairy-hub]

‘𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞’

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: monster fucking; werewolf!toji, light size kink, biting, knotting (twice), breeding, belly bulging from the cum, re-mating (already together but toji likes to bite), possessive!sweet but mean!toji, encouragement/teasing/taunting/praise, light mind break/dumbification, light pussy slapping, pain kink, mostly from toji biting, little bit of blood, toji licks up that blood, Toji’s in a rut, a lotta manhandling, mating press, eating some of his cum out of your pussy, toji is straight nasty and thirsty for you but so soft at the same time, aftercare, kissing, daddy/mama/sweetheart/princess etc..., some aftercare,

𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡: 2.1k - 7 minutes

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: were toji breeds wife? 🥵

Gliding his puffy knot out with a gentle tug, his warm cum trails after his cockhead. “‘M still hard, wanna make you a mama. It's all I can think about.” Toji spreads your puffy lips, thick cum dripping from your sloppy, sore cunt.

Toji stuffs his tongue into your cum filled cunt. Loudly groaning, dragging the sharp tips of his claws along the curve of your hips. Digging his nails and thick fingers into your hips' squishy crease.

You whine from the sweet sting of pain, your sensitive cunt clenching. Tugging Toji's soft dark hair. “Can't cum anymore!” Toji growls, slapping your ass, instinctively jerking your hips back. Crying, "Daddy!" Pain erupts in your left hip, his nails digging in deeper. Thin rivulets of blood trickle from the wounds.

Dragging his tongue out, kissing your lips. "You think I can't get your sloppy cunt to cum on my cock? That's cute.” Licking up some of the blood on your hip. “Poor mama, so sore, bloody, and sensitive, belly swelling up with my cum." Smacking your cum soaked cunt, whining from the sweet pain. Gliding his fingers in, spreading them apart, watching your hole stretch.

Pushing on your stomach, pumping his finger into your messy cunt. Thick, white cum gushes out. "I'm going to make your belly swell with my cum again." In his rut, his balls make more cum, but this is something else.

Trailing sloppy, loud kisses away to your squishy thigh. "Can't stop thinkin' about ya with that baby." Gently rubbing your g spot. "You've been dropping hints, sending me into a rut. Making my cock ache and my balls too full of cum. Needa fuck ya into a milf." Spreading his fingers apart, gliding them out.

Pressing his fingers together, smearing his cum on your lips. You suck on his fingers, swirling your tongue, a tangy flavor of mixed cum coating your tongue. Toji lines his thick head up, rolling his hips forward.

Whimpering, your cunt squelching, back arching, toes curing, and thighs trembling. Your cunt is too sore, too sensitive. "Needa make sure you're stuffed, make your tits drip with milk." Gliding his fingers out of your mouth, grabbing your neck.

Toji pins you to the bed, hunching over, biting around your nipple. An intense tingling warmth spreads from your chest. His venom overrides how painful having fangs puncturing deeply into your breast should be.

Heat pools between your legs, and a lustful haze numbs your mind, consuming you. Slowly retracting his fangs, lapping up your blood, kissing the wounds. Grabbing the backs of your knees, pin you in a mating press. "Look at that, I'm so worked up I'm making venom." Biting your neck, careful not to sink his teeth in too deep.

Scratching Toji's nail backside, he ruts his hips faster. Whining, your sore, cum stuffed cunt quivering. You're getting off on how primal the way your muscular husband is restraining, fucking, and breeding you.

Letting you go, licking up your neck, groaning roughly. Your body bounces with each rough thrust. Fucking you like he hates you. "I love ya mama, love your gorgeous fuckin' smile, the way ya look after me and cream on my cock." Kissing your bloody neck.

Your sensitive cunt squelches, his balls slapping your ass. You mewl, "Love how you're all mine, your cocky smirk, I love how soft you've become for me." Pulling Toji's hair, clenching your dripping wet cunt. It's beautiful watching his massive body trembling because of your cunt.

"I think you make me hard mama, love seeing you jiggle, watching your eyes roll back when I fuck ya good." Gliding your fingertips along his cheek to his lips. Swiping your thumb along his bottom lip.

Crooning, "Cum in me Toji wanna make you my baby daddy." Trailing kisses along his chiseled jaw, roughly biting his neck. Whining when Toji digs his claws into your thighs, retracting his claws when blood trickles. Lightly dragging his nails toward your cock stuffed pussy.

He grunts, "I'm all fuckin' yours! So tight mama, so fuckin' wet n' tight!" His venom dulls your pain, increasing your sensitivity. Acutely feeling the slope of his cock head down to the soft ridge.

Every puffy vein is thicker in his rut since he cums so much more. The gradual thickening of his cock spitting you wider makes your toes curl. His knot swelling, tugging on your cunt, getting harder to glide out.

Squeezing your hips, lifting you off the bed, pumping his hips faster. The headboard thumping the wall; the bed scrapping the floor. His strength forces his thick knot into your hot, sloppy wet, tight cunt.

Curling your toes, your eyes rolling back. "That's it, good girl, cum on your cock. Lemme feel your sweet pussy clench my cock tighter till it's too much!" Your gush when his knot tugs on your cunt. Your slick drips onto his balls, and down your cheeks, soaking the sheets between.

His veins pulsing, cock twitching, cum spurts, thick and warm. "I love seeing you swell with my cum." Wrapping his arm around your waist, lifting the rest of your body off the bed. Holding you close, he shifts on the bed, sitting down with you in his lap.

Gliding his hand down, sinking his fingers into your squishy hip's crease. Massaging his fingers into you. Arranging the pillows quickly with the other hand, leaning back. His knot is too thick to glide out, trapping his cum inside. The soft pressure of his warm and thick cum is comforting.

"I love being so full." Scattering kisses on his thick pecs, splaying your fingers on his hard abs. Grinding your hips, rubbing your clit on his navel, he whines. His hard cock shifts inside you, rubbing your soft, wet cunt. Just barely rubbing your sweet spot.

You croon, "Wanna make you a daddy." Toji cups your breasts, stoking your soft puffy nipple. Clenching your cunt, groaning, gliding your hand up to his pecs, over his broad shoulders. Gliding your fingers into his dark hair, pulling him in for a kiss.

Parting your lips for his tongue, keeping your hips grinding steady. Fueled by Toji's venom coursing through your veins, made only during a rut to ensure their mated partner could keep up. You can't think of anything else beyond milking his cock.

Moaning, your tongue following along with his. Toji pinches, pulling your nipple till you whine into the slow, deep passionate kiss. Lifting your hip. Barely gliding part of his knot out, sinking your hips down. Getting a little more of his shrinking knot to slide out. Breaking the kiss, mewling, "Does daddy need to stuff mama's cunt again?"

Gliding your sloppy cunt along Toji's big, throbbing cock. His thick cum trickling out of your cunt, soaking his balls, and the bed. He groans, "Such a waste, all that cum trickin' out." Toji grabs your neck to slam you down onto the bed. Gliding his cock out, grabbing both hips. Flipping you over, pulling your hips in the air.

Slapping your cunt, "Need to fill ya back up, break your sweet cunt and make sure you can’t walk." Lining his cock up, pulling your hips back. Filling and stretching your drenched cunt in one harsh thrust. Propping one leg up, grabbing your head, pinning it down into the pillows.

Toji leans over you, putting his heavyweight into the thrusts. Grunting, "Fuckin' take my cock, good fuckin' slut." The bed shifts, scraping the floor. His heavy balls slapping your clit. Your cunt squelching louder than his groans and your muffled moans.

Slapping your ass roughly, carefully digging in his nails. Thin rivulets of blood trickle down your cheek, following the trail with his finger. Slipping into his mouth, groaning at the taste, "You smell so damn sweet!" More thick cum trickles down your thigh. You're craving more, to have his knot plugging another thick load.

He groans, "Your cunt, blood, soft squishy body, and every little whine are keeping my cock hard." Angling his thrust, rubbing your sweet spot, hitting your cervix. Curling your toes, your eyes stinging with tears, yanking your hips away.

Toji croons, "Trying to run away?" Tightly grabbing your neck, the sudden restriction makes your cunt clench Toji's thick cock.

Lifting you up by your neck and hip, getting off the bed. Holding you with ease, his cock buried in you. Stopping in front of the vanity mirror, "You can watch yourself get fucked without being able to do a single thing, but let me fuck ya stupid." Your body is tingling from the lack of air.

Between the lack of air and venom coursing through your body, there isn't even a thought detected of cumming. All you can do is feel his thick cock filling you up. Admiring the beautiful woman in the mirror getting split wide open by her handsome husband.

Her plush wet lips for a pale, veiny thick cock. Loosening his grasp, "Tell me how good I'm makin' my pussy feel." You try to steady your breath, unable to process his words. breath, "Am I that good that your cock-drunk and dumb already?" Rubbing your clit, making your cunt clench his cock harder.

"Shit that's too tight mama. But unnnnn ahhh mmmm you feeeels so goooood." Temporarily leaning back his head, loudly groan. The raspy needy sound getting you off, your cunt spasming around him. "Fuck!" Toji's legs tremble, and he stumbles back, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Bouncing you on his cock, planting his feet, steadying himself thrusting up. Making you meet his thrusts. "Whatareya doin'tomemama!" His words slur together, yanking your head to the side. Hunching over gently sinking his fangs in, marking you as his.

Any supernatural creature would be able to sense the mating, singing to back off. At least they had trouble with someone else. To any human, it's a scarring mark of four puncture wounds you wouldn't explain.

Toji's knot swells catching on your cunt, "I'm so close, gonna stuff ya full. Beg for at least, use the last brain cell my beautiful baby has left. Use it to beg for my cum like a cock drunk slut." You can't you're too far gone.

Lost in the bliss of getting fucked, only able to moan, "Daddy!" A couple more pumps and Toji wraps his arm around your waist. His knot merely tugging on your cunt, unwilling to easily slip out.

Groaning his cock twitching, thick cum spurting filling and stretching your cunt. Your thighs trembling and toes curling, it feels too good to be cummed in. Roughly breathing, leaning back with you resting on his chest.

Toji takes a moment to gather himself. Massaging your stomach, his hand drifting down your navel and back up towards your breasts. His cock softens, his knot swollen, plugging his cum inside.

Closing your eyes, smiling, resting your head on his chest. Toji groans, "That's it mama, fuck you feel so damn good. Gonna have to stuff you again in a few hours. You mind if I wake you up?" During his week-long rut he could never go long without burying himself into your cunt. Leaving you pleasantly sore and still feeling his cock hours after when he comes back for more.

When you don't answer Toji chuckles, "Damn mama, take your time Daddy's got you." He needs fresh raw meat to tear into, the surrounding woods of your cabin are perfect hunting grounds.

His cock softens, his knot gradually de-swelling. His cum trickles out, "I'll clean up for I go, don't even think about bitchin' about it later. You better thank me for being so nice, knowing most ." You're too full to hold it without the full size of his knot.

Gathering your sense of self and thought, "You're cleaning 'cause you know I can't walk." Gliding you off his cock, his thick cum gushes out like your squirting. Biting into your lip.

Your cunt has been ruined by Tojis's too-fat cock, the sweet swelling of his knot, and how much he cums during a rut.

Toji groans, "Gonna make ya swell with more than cum. You're gonna be the prettiest mama." Kissing the top of your head, standing up. Cradling you in a princess carry towards the bathroom.

Placing you down on the toilet, "If ya can't walk, good I'll come back for ya." Taking care of business and not bothering to trust your wobbly legs. Listening to the blankets rustle in the bedroom.

"I don't wanna wait too long! I want to hold you close." Toji comes back with your phone. Scrolling away the minutes trickle by of him putting the bed together with fresh sheets.

Picking you up, setting you on the counter, propping your feet up on the counter. Grabbing a rag, getting it wet, wiping your inner thighs. "I got your favorite stuffed animals on the bed. I'll stay until you fall asleep" He kisses your cheek, wiping the cloth between your lips slowly.

“I love you daddy.” Smiling up at him, admiring the his handsome face. The sweet feeling of getting cared for, after getting ferally fucked has you on cloud nine.

Toji grabs the disinfectant, pouring some on the rag. Lowering your legs, gently dabbing clean the small marks on your left hip. Rubbing your clit, the pleasure distracting you from the stinging of the disinfectant.

“I love you too mama.” Kissing you sweetly, parting his lips with yours. Letting you lips your tongue past, following your lead. Groaning into the kiss, stroking your clit softly.

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[dis--parity]

nice

#OOC;; #delete later;; #{ it's comin along boys and girls and nonbinary friends } #{ slowly but surely... } #{ i'm tempted to like do this and then another two chapters to make up for it } #{ but i also just wanna get this out so i actually fuckin start it }

[cntloup]

Mafia!Simon x Bartender!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

“So? You coming or not?” Simon asks and takes a small sip of his whiskey. 

“To a ball? You know I'm not one for that kind of stuff!” you respond and throw a wet rag on the counter and start rubbing the stains off the black marble. 

“I'm asking you to come with me... as my date... and it won’t be that long. I promise. We’ll get out of there whenever you want.” he mentions, eyeing you from the edge of the glass that meets his lips once again. 

“Fine! But I can’t promise to be good company. I have no idea what to do in that kind of setting!” you say with a light chuckle. 

“You’re always the perfect company, love. And don’t worry about it. Just stay by my side and look pretty... as you always do.” he mutters the last part, but your sharp hearing doesn’t miss it. 

You smile and look over at him, noticing the slightly flustered look written on his face which makes your smile even wider, “Thank you.” you murmur as quietly with a bashful smile and of course he catches that. 

“Wait! When even is this ball?” you ask, remembering that he never mentioned it. 

“Tonight!” he replies, “What?! I can’t get ready ‘till then! Simon, what the hell?! I don’t even have a proper dress!” you say in an agitated tone, a shocked expression etched on your face. 

He only chuckles and places his credit card on the counter, “Go buy yourself a dress. I'll pick you up at 7.” he says nonchalantly and leaves. 

‘bloody fuckin’ hell’ you grumble under your breath and let out a frustrated sigh, deciding to close up early to go get ready for the ball. 

And it slowly starts to dawn on you. He has literally asked you on a date! Why would he if he didn’t like you? 

And soon, the familiar butterflies return dancing in your belly and you look around the bar to make sure no one is there before letting out a loud squeal like a school girl! 

----- 

He picks you up at 7 sharp in a black Rolls Royce. 

His breath hitches in his throat the moment you walk out the door in your beautiful dress, all dolled up and pretty... not that you weren’t before... you’re always beautiful in his eyes. 

“You look beautiful, dove.” he mentions before kissing your forehead, “You’re not too bad yourself! You clean up nice, Mr. Riley!” you say with your gorgeous smile while lightly touching the collar of his suit. 

‘you’re gonna be the death of me!’ he thinks to himself as he gazes into your beautiful eyes, the very eyes that have stolen his heart. 

“Shall we?” you ask and he gestures to the driver to open the door for you. 

Most of the drive there is silent... but a comfortable, peaceful silence. It's never awkward with him. You've always liked spending time together in silence, just enjoying each other’s presence.

----- 

You arrive at your destination, the fancy ballroom and all the pretentious people smiling and laughing together, acting as if they’re friends when in reality, they will stab each other in the back without hesitation if the opportunity arises. 

But you manage to keep a joyous and warm facade as you mingle with the other guests and the night goes fairly smoothly. 

Apart from the nosey people asking if you two are in a relationship only for you to deny and say you’re only good friends much to your own dismay in order not to embarrass him or make him uncomfortable. 

But what you don’t notice is the disappointed look on his face every time you mention that you’re nothing but friends. 

But there is something you do notice. You spot the familiar figure in the distant corner of the room. A man you have seen at the bar on a few occasions. 

Who is he? Is he following you? 

There's a slight churn in your stomach at the mere thought of it and you tell Simon that you’re not feeling well. 

He places a hand on the small of your back and guides you to the car to take you home as soon as you mention it to him.

-----

“Simon?!" you call out nervously as you see a vehicle approaching in the rear-view mirror when you're halfway from your home.

"I think someone is following us!” you say, but it’s too late as you hear shots firing and then... nothing.

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[strangepuppywerewolf]

Good Mama (E.W)

Basically modern!Ellie with a breeding kink who wishes so bad that she could knock you up and see you all round and swollen with a baby that she put into you.

Honestly, I don't care if minors interact with my post. It's a piece of writing, not a porn video.

CW: Brief!Sub!Ellie, Oral E!receiving, Fingering R!receiving, Strap-on sex R!receiving, Clitoral stimulation both E!receiving and R!receiving, and Implied breeding kink. Ellie has pubic hair, fight me.

Word count: 1.1k

Ellie was frustrated and admittedly, exhausted. Work hadn't gone the way she wanted and all she wanted now was to see you, her pretty little girlfriend. She huffs as she walks through the door she can't help but feel her heart swell at the sight of you sitting on the couch with a cup of tea and the dog Moose with his head on your lap.

"Hey, baby." Ellie rasps kissing your forehead as she plops down next to you slinging her arm around your shoulder and planting a kiss on your forehead.

"Hey, Els." You sigh snuggling into her still petting Moose. "How was work?" You ask and Ellie grumbles something under her breath before responding by holding you closer.

"Pretty shitty. The guys don't know how to fix a fuckin' bicycle let alone a car." She grunts. You nod in acknowledgment and spin around to straddle her lap.

"M'sorry you had a bad day Els. Anything I can do to make it even a bit better?" You mumble kissing along her jawline. She lets out a content sigh placing her hands on your hips rocking you into her.

"Shit baby. Gonna rile me up." She groans grabbing your chin and lifting your head to give her access to your neck. Moose huffs and barks hopping off the couch onto his own bed.

"Wanna make you feel good Els..." You say sliding off her lap and kneeling down in between her thighs, looking up at her for permission.

"Go ahead pretty baby. Make me feel good." She groans as you slip off her jeans, followed by her boxers. She leans back on the couch and looks down at you running her fingers through your hair. You look up at her while kissing her inner thighs and using your fingers to spread her labia, looking at her clit that slowly started to emerge from its hood. Leaning forward you stick your tongue out flicking it over her clit, making her jolt.

You feel her pubic hair brush up against your nose. Ellie groans as she grabs your hair pulling you closer into her cunt. "Fuck baby, eat it like you mean it." She grunts as you hum into her pussy feeling her rock her hips against your face. You use your thumbs to spread her pussy lips even more and wrap your lips around her clit sucking on it. "Oh shit! Such a good girl, fuck!"

You moan at the praise, the reason you weren't using your fingers was because Ellie didn't enjoy being penetrated. "I'm gonna cum baby..." Ellie groans before letting out a high-pitched whine releasing her juices onto your waiting tongue. You give her clit a few last teasing licks before she grabs your hair pulling you up into a kiss shoving her tongue into your mouth tasting herself on your tongue.

"Was that good, Els?" You pant, still catching your breath. Ellie looks at you with her signature goofy grin and pulls you by your wrist pinning you onto the couch.

"Was so good mama..." She husks into your ear slipping her hand into your underwear and kissing the side of your neck. "Gonna fuck you so good tonight...Hell, if I try hard enough I bet I could knock you up..." She grunts running her fingers along your wet slit, making you gasp and nod vigorously.

"Please, Els...Want your baby..." You gasp as she slips two of her long fingers inside your desperate cunt, slowly pumping them in and out.

"I'm gonna give you the big strap tonight...Gotta make sure you're nice and full." She whispers biting at your ear, moving her fingers a little harder inside you before slipping them out, making you whine desperately. "Shh...Gotta get these cute clothes off of ya." She says tugging down your pants and undies, and your shirt and bra following afterward. Looking down at your now naked body, Ellie moans at the sight.

"Stop...Staring..." You say slightly embarrassed. Ellie smiles reassuring you of how absolutely stunning you are, before plunging her fingers back inside your wet heat making you arch your back and let out a strangled moan.

"Most fucking gorgeous girl I've ever laid eyes on." She growls biting at your collarbone, before crooking her fingers up right into that sweet little pleasure spot. "There she is..." She mumbles referring to your g-spot. As you spasm and moan you could feel the palm of her hand slapping up against your clit.

"E-Ellie you feel so good..!" You cry out as she continues to pleasure you. Feeling that knot tighten in your stomach you pull Ellie into a kiss moaning into her mouth as you feel yourself fall apart on her fingers. She pumps them a few more times making you jolt before slipping them out of you and licking your slick off of her fingers.

"We're not done, baby. You up for another one?" She coos holding your face. You nod eagerly before she helps you off the couch and leads you to the bedroom. As soon as you're situated she goes to the closet pulling out the largest strap she owned and securing it onto her waist. She then climbs on top of you before pulling you into a loving kiss.

"Ready baby?" She asks, rubbing the tip of the silicon dildo up against your entrance. As you nod, she smiles softly pushing the faux cock into your awaiting entrance making you moan lowly.

"Ellie...S-So full..." You moan as she starts slowly moving her hips.

"I know pretty girl. But it's gonna feel so good once I pump a baby into you." She purrs moving her hips a little faster and harder. Hearing your moans clicks a switch inside of her as she grips your hips slamming into you making you yelp in pleasure. She presses her face into your neck as she fucks into you smelling your sweet scent and biting into the crook of your neck.

Her hand slithers down to rub at your little nub of nerves making you cry out in pleasure. She groans as she feels the end of the strap hitting her own clit, fueled by lust she whispers dirty words into your ear making you whimper shyly.

"E-Ellie I'm gonna cum..." You whimper making her smirk into your neck.

"Cum for me pretty girl, I'm close too." She grunts giving a few last hard thrusts causing you both to cum. She pulls the strap out and takes it off before cuddling up next to you and running her fingers through your hair. "I love you, pretty girl." She whispers holding you close.

A/N: So there's a hint in one of the paragraphs hinting at my next work! Hint: It's in paragraph 21. Guess in the comments what next!

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