#THE COLLECTIVE GASP I FUCKIN HAD

[ohsuguru]

sukuna finally, finally gets to see and taste his pretty best friend under him ⁀ ❣︎

˚ʚ minors, ageless and blank blogs dni! ɞ˚

cw: virgin fem! reader, suggested perv! sukuna, cunnilingus, dirty talk, spitting

an: pt. 2 here!

"ryo... stop staring," you whine softly as your fingers thread through his messy pink hair, throat bobbing up and down in nervousness. your best friend had made himself comfortable between your soft thighs, strong and tattooed arms wrapped around them like muscular garter belts, keeping you pried open for him and him only.

what started out as a relatively innocent night, watching movies with ryomen sukuna - your best friend of as long as you can remember - suddenly and somehow ended up with him between your legs, his crimson eyes focused intently on your glistening pussy.

sure, maybe the movie choice got the two of you a bit heated, the two main characters going at it like rabbits, the lewd sounds of squelching filling sukuna's living room. maybe it was the way that sukuna could hear your breath hitch when the male lead went down on the female protagonist.

or maybe it's the way he saw your luscious thighs squeeze together when he finally penetrated her, your body aching for that exact feeling.

and before you know it, the two of you were making out messily to the sounds of heavy moaning from the tv. the pink-haired man swiftly switches it off seeing as he would much rather hear your pretty noises. if he could, he'd inject your whimpers and sighs straight into his bloodstream.

your mind spins with arousal, the tension in the room heady with anticipation as you feel sukuna's warm breath fan against your aching core.

"tch, bossy brat," his gravelly voice breaks you out of your lust-filled stupor, your eyes darting down to meet his ones. "i'll stare for as long as i want to."

his gaze drops from yours and back to the sight before him, his thumb dragging down your slit to collect your honeyed juices as a satisfied hum leaves his throat.

"to think my best friend has been leavin' this pretty thing all to herself," sukuna mumbles to himself, his fingers spreading your pussy lips to let him see more of you. "bossy 'n selfish. ought to be punished."

he watches you, your body clenching and unclenching, clenching and unclenching, that tight little hole almost calling out to him, begging for him to fill it up with his huge and heavy cock.

"and to think i'm the first man to have ever seen this," your best friend spits, the glob of saliva landing straight on your pearl which drags out the sweetest gasp and whimper from you. "aren't i a lucky son of a bitch?"

the rough and calloused pad of his thumb circles that twitching nub on your body, the action causing you to squirm and buck even more, your ankles digging into the muscular planes of his back. your pussy drools onto the couch, your body leaking liquid sugar as he stares at your dribbling hole.

"what a waste," he continues to mutter to himself, another condescending tch leaving his lips. "what would you do without me?"

and before you know it, your best friend clamps his slightly chapped lips against your clit, sucking it harshly into his eager mouth.

"sukuna!" you yelp in response, fingers tugging aggressively into his pink locks which drags out a guttural groan, the vibrations sending pleasurable jolts through your spine.

"watch the hair, woman," he warns you, settling in and hunkering down between your thighs even more. "you're interruptin' my meal. and you know how i am with my food."

sukuna resumes his ministrations, flicking and rolling your clit with his tongue expertly. he writes his name out, the pink muscle spelling out each letter languidly, staking claim on your pussy – his pussy. it's messy and loud, the squelching that fills the room now, a harmonious yet lewd symphony when paired with your whimpers. sukuna slurps up your slick, his tongue darting into your hole to taste you directly from the source.

"so fuckin' sweet," he groans into you, his nose bullying your sensitive bundle of nerves as he dives in almost impossibly deeper, making out so sloppily with your pussy. "sweetest pussy i've ever had."

"ryo– m'gonna–" you whimper out, legs tensing and shivering, ankles digging, back arching. "please, pleasepleaseplease–"

"please what, brat?" sukuna quips back almost immediately, his crimson eyes pinning you down with a sharp gaze as he focuses on your expressions now. "use your words, pretty girl."

you try your best to formulate your wants, your needs through a sukuna-induced haze that has settled in your mind. your eyes are glassy and teary, drool pooling at the sides of your lips as your best friend eats your virgin body out within an inch of your life.

"please make me cum, ryooo," you hiccup, a harsh whine following your words when he slurps your sweetened juices loudly, causing you to flush in embarrassment and pleasure.

"good girl."

and just like that, he doubles down on his actions, dragging out a yelp of his name from your throat as your fingers tug and pull on his hair. it's messy and sloppy and loud, the noises that sukuna is making from between your thighs. the only thing in his mind right now is to make you cum. and hard.

he wanted to be the only one in your mind, tarnishing your innocent body with such pure, unadulterated pleasure that you wouldn't be able to find anyone else after this...

not that he would let his pretty best friend even have the chance to find someone else. not when you taste this sweet.

the bubble that has been brimming at the bottom of your spine finally pops with a candied cry of sukuna's name as a similar groan leaves his lips. and you realise, your name has never sounded more sinful.

he guides you through your orgasm, his tongue languidly coaxing more of your sweetened slick from your pulsing hole until he pulls away.

but before you could sit up to finally take everything in, sukuna drags his thumb through your swollen slit, an overstimulated whine leaving your lips once again. a dark chortle follows, his crimson eyes meeting your glassy ones, his glistening lips pulling up into a cocky smirk as a cocky question falls from them.

"you can give me one more, yeah, pretty?"

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[martiniluvr]

I just cannot get over the thought of Jason Todd cooing while you take his massive cock, talking you through the pain of stretching you out on it the first time, and giggling at each other from euphoria because of just how much love there is between you two AHHHH 😭

this ask is so good I had to let it marinate in my mind…anon take these flowers I beg 💐

18+ minors dni

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

“jay…” you say apprehensively, trailing off as you bite your lip. your eyes are fixed on jason todd’s huge body hovering above you, and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears. you look down anxiously at his hard cock resting right below your bellybutton and smearing your skin with precum, and instantly avert your gaze. fuck, that’s big.

“I don’t—um…I don’t think it’s…” you trail off, your cheeks burning. despite your nerves, you feel your arousal drooling out of you. he smiles and shakes his head lightly, reaching down to run his fingers over your entrance.

“don’t worry ‘bout that,” he coos, collecting your wetness on his fingertips as you shudder. “look at me, ma.” you tear yourself away from the sight of his length, meeting his stare. “that’s right. just keep lookin’ at me. you’re gonna be fine.”

his hand comes down to pump his cock, spreading your slick onto his shaft as he aligns himself between your legs. after a pause, he sinks the tip in, and you suck in a sharp breath at the stinging in your walls as he penetrates you. he pauses halfway to allow you to adjust to his girth, his brows furrowing at your tightness. shit, you feel good around him. you let out a whine at the unfamiliar feeling of his size, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“fuck…you’re doin’ good, ma,” he says, the muscles between his shoulder blades tensing. “c’mon, princess, just relax for me. worst part’s almost over, hmm? just a little more.” his words are strained with need; he’s holding himself back from fucking you like he wants to, the way a pretty cunt like yours deserves to be used. soon, he tells himself. soon.

“ready?” he asks, his green eyes searching yours. you nod anxiously, and he bottoms out inside you with a groan. you gasp at the flash of pain as he stretches you, right as jason’s hand comes up to caress your cheek. he looks down at your expression, with your eyes screwed shut and your lower lip trapped between your teeth, and lets out a soft laugh. god, you’re pretty.

“hey, eyes on me, ma,” he rasps gently. you pry your eyelids open to meet his gaze, and he smiles at you. “that’s right, baby. fuck—doin’ so good.” he rocks his hips gently, and you let out a quiet moan despite the ache. “so fuckin’ good for me.” he thrusts again, a little deeper this time, and you notice the stinging is starting to subside, pleasure gradually taking its place. you moan again, louder this time.

“startin’ to feel it, huh, baby?” he murmurs, his eyes glancing down at your stretched pussy taking him in. heat pools in your chest as you hum in agreement, a sheepish giggle escaping you when jason’s eyes lock back onto yours. he chuckles in return, before planting a longing kiss on your lips as his hips continue to rock slowly.

you whine into him, wrapping your legs around his waist to signal that you’re ready for more; he smiles against your lips as his arm snakes around your back, locking your body against his. oh, you poor thing. you have no idea what you’re in for.

#jason todd when I get my hands on you… #but also soft!jason world domination #jason todd #jason todd smut #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #red hood #red hood smut #red hood x reader #red hood x you #soft!jason todd #martiniluvr’s asks #dc comics #batman

[satoruhour]

On honeymoon with geto..and while you’ve had sex before, it’s the first time you two do it unprotected. His face lights up when you tell him to do it without a condom and breeding kink goes BRRRRRRRR

a/n: “Newlyweds gojo and reader having sweet romantic nasty dirty disgusting shameless honeymoon sex PLEEK” combining requests since theyre the same premise! anons u two r the biggest brained mfers and bc u all voted so nicely and promptly this is my lil present :3

wc: about 1k+ for each drabble

warnings: SEPARATE drabbles, fem!reader, soft dom!geto that turns filthy at the mention of no condoms lol, unprotected sex, fingering, clit stimulation, creampie / breeding kink, sorta soft dom!gojo but not really established, almost public sex and multiple rounds for gojo, n*sfw under the cut

✶ GETO

the first breath of fresh air is already so pleasant and different from japan, but you’re distracted again by the shiny band upon your finger, staring at it with a small smile. you had your eyes glued on the sterling silver for the whole flight here, only breaking out of your daze when suguru approaches with your collected luggages, pressing a kiss to your temple. “shall we go?” you can’t help but mumble a soft ‘i love you’ before you peck his lips, the coldness of his matching ring on your skin reminding you of your newly forged bond.

geto makes sure you feel its coldness later on your thigh, hand holding down your legs firmly when he first inserts both fingers, cunt easily sucking him in right until you feel the chill of the wedding ring. he’s rewarded with your sweet moans, s’thick and s’good leaving your lips softly while he leaves your clit untouched. it’s throbbing, and yet he tortures you more when he removes his fingers.

“suguru!”

“what?” he grins, a sick grin as he starts to remove his pants and admires the way your pussy just asks for his dick. “want ya to cum on my cock.”

“yeah, but—” you huff, although you weren’t opposed, before you hear the familiar crinkle of the condom packet and you’re sitting up to hold his hands back. now, his what was truly confused, and you bit your lip, wondering if this was really the route you wanted to go down.

you’ve always loved sex with suguru; it was phenomenal always, except the feeling of the rubber in you. it was necessary, you knew, but now that you’re bound by vows and your endless love, you’d think that . .

“can we not use it today, sugu?”

geto didn’t think he heard you correctly, and he’s asked you to repeat it even when you’ve seized the packet and threw it to the side, a hand on his hardened cock that only responds to you — you swear you feel more pre-cum on your thumb when you say it for the third time.

“are you sure, baby?” geto asks softly, hovering over you with his large stature and it’s just like the first time you were intimate with each other. caring and gentle as he always is, “we don’t have to do away with it just cause we’re married now, (y/n).”

you give him a small reassuring smile. “i’m sure, suguru.”

and he proceeds to ask you for two more times before your legs are carried up. surprised, you watch as he drags his tip along your folds, eyes darkening when he watches his pre-cum mix with your juices. and now when he’s given permission to fuck you raw? he can hardly keep his heart rate down.

“hear that, baby?” geto moans, keeping his eyes locked in yours, making you hear just how wet you were and you nod, wanting to have his hand in yours. there’s a mixture of your moans when he first pushes in, with your pussy clenching around him. a loud whine leaves your throat as your hands interlock.

“s-su! feels so—!” you gasp when he bottoms out, a feeling entirely different from the usual — you swear you can feel his cockhead and the veins along his length, and geto knows the same. your gummy walls that hug him, your warmth.

“shiitt . . god, you feel so fuckin’ good—” he grunts out, leaning forward to capture your lips, sighing when he does a light thrust and the drag of your cunt is just too good and he already feels his high approaching. “just so perfect in this pussy— t-thank you, darling.”

geto swears he goes in and out of consciousness when his hips start to move, focused solely on your hand on his cheek and the squeeze of your hand in his, alongside those hooded, drunken eyes of yours and the whimpers leaving your mouth.

“suguru— s’big!” you pant against his lips and the squelch of your pussy is only amplified by how swiftly he rails into you, driven by the raw feeling of your cunt.

“y’can take it, can’t ya?” geto hums, pressing one last kiss against your lips and comes off of you, grabbing your legs and pushing. they’re right up to your chest and suguru reaches so deep, you squeal in surprise. “good girl, takin’ me so damn well.”

you let him use your body, now hanging onto the headboard of the hotel room as his hips move relentlessly into your dripping cunt. you can see your juices splay everywhere from how wet you were and the rough movement of his hips don’t help, “g’na cum, su—”

“that so?” he mumbles, and angles his hips to hit that spot and your head digs into the pillow. although, geto doesn’t like that, “c’mon baby, watch me as i breed you.”

you whine at his choice of words, opening your eyes to see your newly wedded husband look divine. his hair falls all over his face and his lips are parted in little pants, sweat lining his torso and face but his honeyed eyes only look at you.

the way geto’s hips drive into you is carnal, feeling your ass ripple with his thrust to the hilt and the sounds that leave his lips sound like heaven, a mix between whines and moans — “look at how much cum i have f’r you—”

and for the both of you it comes so quickly you don’t have time to prepare for the visions of white; you can feel as geto cums deep in you, feeling each spurt of cum fill you up and you think you’d never want to go back to condoms ever again. geto’s head is thrown back when he shoots his load, hips bucking so much as you cum at the same time, spasming on his cock that the room is full of your lewd sounds.

geto doesn’t look at you when he removes his cock silently, watching as his tip continues to push out globs of semen while your cunt is painted white. it’s clear he’s drunk on it, looking toward you finally with a small smile. the final clench your pussy does is the last straw for him, pushing out his cum that drips down to the sheets and he’s hard again.

“you don’t know what you just unlocked in me, baby,” geto laughs breathlessly, slapping his length along your folds with obscene noises, “but it’ll definitely end in me filling you up with s’much cum, yeah?”

you giggle, wiggling your hips until he’s in you again. hot breath against your ankle and a scrunch in his expression — your pussy’s just too good.

“yeah, i’d love that, sugu. give me all your cum.”

✶ GOJO

your happiness was unmatched running down the aisle, interrupted by the smooth sweep of gojo’s arms under your neck and knees in a princess carry, moving your body up and down like you just scored the final goal of a game — except you did. you’ve captured satoru’s heart and his fourth finger, smiling with glossy eyes as he leans in to kiss you. “you cryin’, baby?” the audacity to ask that when his nose is red too — you only shake your head, hearing the camera click and your relatives cheer.

that sweet sentiment is changed later after your wedding dinner when he hasn’t even got you past the front door until he has you against the wardrobe, dinner gown and panties swiped to the side and you desperately trying not to overturn the hotel kettle.

“can’t keep me from this pussy for long, baby.” gojo’s stamina is exceptional, you were made aware of this from the first time you got into bed with him, and you still weren’t exactly used to it. from here, you only wish to memorise the sight of gojo on his knees and the chill of his wedding ring on your thigh. “looked so delicious in this dress—”

“s-satoru, we haven’t even closed the door yet—!” he hums, skillfully using his free hand to do it and he continues his assault on your pussy. you have one leg propped up on the vanity table, leaking so much juices just from having his hand on your thigh.

it’s no different later that gojo presses kisses on your neck, making you watch yourself in the vanity mirror. your cunt’s already so used to his heavy, thick cock, and yet it still reaches so deep in you, kissing your cervix. there’s a ring of white around the base of his cock from how much he’s cummed in you, pussy gushing so much around his length that he has no problem moving in and out of you.

“look at how beautiful you are, sweets,” he whispers along your skin while you tighten around him, body lined up with yours while his hips continue to ram into you. you can’t even fathom what round exactly this is as his hands knead at your lower back, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes from just how good his cock was hitting your spots. a hand to your clit is enough to get you cumming for the nth time that night, tongue lolling out in the mirror. “you cryin’?”

you whine and nod softly, head dropping from the sudden soreness and exhaustion on a particular thrust, and your husband coos, “went too hard on you, did i?”

gojo places one more peck to your neck and slips out of you, making you choke on a moan as your entrance clenches around air and you’re off the ground like you were at the front of the church. he simply laughs at your fucked out form, knowing nevertheless you loved it when you’re asking him to hurry up. and so he brings you atop him, letting you move your hips until he’s in you and you’re whining into his neck.

“’toru . .”

“what is it, mrs. gojo?”

you stifle a laugh at that, lifting your body tiredly. even after being fucked for four rounds (he counted), you still look as lovely as you did as you first appeared at the start of the aisle, when you were crying your eyes out saying your vows, when you grinned during your first dance.

“jus’ tired baby, help me, pleasee?” the little pout you do is too cute not to resist that it gets his heart tightening up and his dick jumping. 

“hang on, sweet girl, i got ya.” the first thrust up into you is euphoric, skin so sticky from the cum before that you’re sure there’s strings of white connecting your pelvis to his. the feeling of your clit brushing up against his pubes has you moaning into thin air and your hips move back on him to get more friction, “that alright?”

“mhm . .” you mumble, “s’good—”

gojo only lets out a little chuckle, letting you tangle your hands in his hair as he plants his feet down into the mattress and slams into your dripping cunt. he groans softly at the feel of your walls, still so warm and tight, muttering soft praises while your limp body moves along with his rough ministrations.

“oh— my g-god . .” you mewl out when he latches his lips onto your tits, sucking and swirling his tongue and your back arches in his arms; you simply can’t hold yourself up from the overstimulation, falling forward into his waiting arms. “s-sorry, ’toru.”

“what’re you apologisin’ for?” gojo swear when he feels you clamp down, cock twitching and you both know he’s about to cum, “my pretty girl doesn’t need to be saying sorry . . fuck—”

satoru’s his lips meet yours messily and his thrusts turn weak and sloppy while he ruts mindlessly into you with the lewd pap! pap! pap! sounds of his balls against your ass. he’s primal with his hips, with muffled moans onto your lips. there’s drool dripping from the corners of your mouths as he spills into you shamelessly, so much cum spilling from your connected bodies that you reach your climax too, body trembling from the intense feeling.

“’toru—! s-so much cum, haah . .” it’s so hot, entirely sure your womb is full of his previous loads, your mixed juices coating his still hard dick and you might just tap out, but when you feel his cum dribble out of you and down his cock, you’re already wishing for more. you merely reach for the cup of water and gulp down a large amount and your lover only watches you, amused.

“n-need more, satoru . .” you whisper, sitting up and trailing a hand down his body, making sure he can see the shimmer of the expensive ring he bought for you — it wouldn’t rust, either, he told you. eyes fluttering close, you remove yourself from him completely and lie back on the king-sized he insisted on booking, and spread your folds to show him just how needy your cunt still was.

there’s a small moan that escapes gojo’s mouth when you do that, already hovering over you with his heavy cock resting along your pussy, “give me more, baby.”

“oh, when my good girl asks so nicely,” satoru slyly grins, swallowing your whines with a sloppy kiss, “’course i have to give it to her.”

tagging my loves @hyomagiri @jabamin @shotorus @utahimeow @satohruu @na-t0 @lvlybee @slttygeto @crysugu @suguruplsr ❀

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[upsidedownwithsteve]

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

requested by anon 18+

“Oh my god. Oh my god, I- ohgodohfuckohfuck-”

You grinned, hips never faltering, relishing in the way the boy beneath you squirmed and clutched at your hips, blunt nails digging into the dough there. You hoped he’d leave marks, evidence of the way had the king of Hawkins falling apart beneath you.

You rode him into his bed, naked in the daylight, the burst of Saturday afternoon sun coming in from his open curtains and the hazy light hitting your naked bodies made it all the more real. Steve was sunkissed and pink, tanned from the summer, flushed from the way you rolled your hips over his, hands pushed to his chest to keep him pinned down for you. The boy could easily overpower you, you knew that. Steve knew that.

But fuck, if it wasn’t more fun to let you have the control.

“S’wrong, Stevie?” You cooed, choking man your own moan when his cock kicked up inside of you at the sound of your voice. “It’s good right? You’re not gonna come already, are you?”

Steve groaned, pink lips parted and swollen from the way you’d kissed him against his front door, a scramble up his staircase as you led him with a finger tucked into the collar of his shirt. He was a mess, wild looking and pliant underneath you, head tipped back onto his pillows, brow scrunched up, eyes closing every time you took his cock a little deeper. He was huge, almost too big to take and his reputation did him well. Thick and nudging up in all the right spots, he’d stretched you out with a pleasurable sting as you’d sunk down on him.

“Fuck,” he hissed, nails raking down your thighs, grabbing at you to stop moving, just for a second, so he could collect himself. “No, nononono, jus’ gimme— shit! Gimme a minute, honey.”

You cooed again, soft noises leaving your lips as you leaned down to kiss him, dotting affection over his cheeks and chin, marvelling at how hot his skin was, how he whined and gasped at each touch. He was looking yo at you like a god, like something to be worshipped, like something to be revered. And maybe in the glow of the afternoon light, that yellow, gold shine across his sheets, they’d exactly what he wanted to do.

“Thought you were King Steve, huh? Thought you got all girls, handsome?” You didn’t offer much reprieve, immediately rolling your hips again, a steady back and forth, crying out when Steve swore, bucking himself up into you like he couldn’t help it. He was unwinding, a pretty little toy ready to burst, all pink and honey, caramel hair and brown sugar eyes.

“S’been a while,” Steve murmured and he sounded drunk, he sounded dazed. He blinked, pupils blown wide as his gaze settled on your bare chest, the peak of your nipples, the dip in your waist, the way his cock was nestled tight and hot inside your cunt. “And you’re so pretty, Jesus, you’re so fuckin’ pretty, you know that? Can’t help it, I need to—”

Steve grunted at he grabbed at you, jaw clenching at he canted up, hips drilling into you until you were the one crying out for him. He came a little soon after that, groaning your name like it was something holy, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as you smoothed down his messy hair. He was pink cheeked, surprised at his own reaction, at how much he came, how sloppy he’d gotten, murmuring apologies into your skin with depserate kisses and the promise to make it up to you as he crawled down your body, pressing you into the mattress this time. His mouth was as eager as his cock, his tongue just as talented.

And he did make it up to you.

Twice.

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[sageispunk]

Sticky (18+)

Kinktober prompt: masturbation + squirting (day 18)

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

summary: Joel wants to learn. So you let him.

"You were soaked, dripping onto the sheets and eager to be touched. But you knew he wouldn’t lay a finger on you yet. Not until you made yourself fall apart for him."

wordcount: 1.8K

warnings: newly-established relationship, reader has no specified age but joel is in 40s, pwp, mutual masturbation (m+f), fingering, sucking fingers, praise kink !!!! (per usual), intense!joel, sub/dom-ish dynamics, edging, nipple play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, desperate!joel, brief cumplay, that's it i think

A/N: follow @sageispunklibrary and turn on notifs for when i upload!! here's my Ao3 (will be updated soon)

“There ya go, sweetheart, just like that..”

You looked up into his eyes as he sat on his knees in between your legs. Propped up against your pillows, you watched Joel as he watched you, earnestly rubbing circles on your swollen clit. Written across his face was a filthy mixture of lust and admiration, his umber eyes darkened as they focused on your body.

Joel wanted to learn you, he wanted to see what made you squirm, what made you quiver, and shake, and scream. He’d been imagining what this exact scenario would look like for months now, and none of those depictions could even match what you were giving him right now.

The way your legs were spread apart, showing him every single beautiful part of you, it had him uncomfortably hard in his briefs. You could see the bulge from where you sat, but he hadn’t allowed you to even entertain his body yet.

Your fingers alternated between rubbing vigorous circles onto your clit to sliding down to collect the sweetness dripping down your inner thighs. When you brought your fingers up to eye level and spread them, showcasing your web of slick fluids, you could’ve sworn his eyes darkened.

When you stuck them in your mouth just a second later, moaning softly and sucking off your juices, Joel’s eyes fluttered and he groaned, a hand going straight down to his hardened bulge for the first time tonight.

The two fingers withdrew from your mouth with a quiet pop! and you lowered them back down to your pussy. This time however, they teased your clit for a few seconds before slipping down to your fluttering hole.

You were soaked, dripping onto the sheets and eager to be touched. But you knew he wouldn’t lay a finger on you yet. Not until you made yourself fall apart for him.

One finger–your index–slowly slid inside of your cunt, your eyes closing for a few seconds at the sensation. It’d been awhile since you've touched or been fucked, so you definitely needed a bit of stretching to do. Especially if you were planning on taking the huge cock nearly ripping out of Joel’s briefs.

He was so focused on the way your fingers played with and spread your glistening lips, but when you let out a small gasp as you added in your middle finger, he couldn't help but bring his focus to your face. Your eyes were low, mouth slightly agape, skin glowing from the sweat. “So fuckin’ beautiful, baby.”

You whimpered at his intensity, his eye contact was almost too much for you, halfway wanting to scrunch up away from his gaze. Thankfully the other half that was proud of your boldness and eagerness please Joel.

Once your fingers were comfortably snug inside of your warmth, you began to slide them in and out, slowly, making sure to maintain that eye contact. Joel shifted a bit in his position in front of you, from your peripheral you could see his cock twitching under the black fabric.

Your fingers sped up. “Joel…”

“Hmm?”

Your head nodded slightly, eyes dropping down to his cock as a signal. “Can you…can I see?”

It took him a few quick moments to process your question, his mind a hazy mess filled with thoughts of ruining you. He rose up, on his knees still, and watched your face as he pulled the briefs down his thighs. When the thick, erect member slapped back up on his tummy, your mouth flew open into an O shape.

Your fingers subconsciously quickened at the sight of him in front of you, he pulled the underwear off his feet and came back to sit before you, your eyes never leaving his cock. The tip was a deep red, swollen and already leaking precum. Your mouth salivated, yearning to taste him.

Joel, on the other hand, was entranced by the way you were fucking yourself, the two fingers soaked in your wetness every time they retreated from your heat, only to be plunged right back in. The noises, the pornographic squelching coming from your pussy making him lightheaded.

A callused hand came to his cock, gripping it tightly and groaning at the long-awaited relief. You watched intently as he began to stroke it, his palm twisting down his length, to the base. He started off slowly, knowing if he didn’t that he’d likely burst all over you seconds later.

“Joel…” You mewled, matching his slow strokes with your own. “You’re so big..” And you meant it. His thumb barely touched the tip of his index finger as they were wrapped around his throbbing member. His eyes rolled back at your words, and you made a mental note of that.

Joel Miller likes praise.

His chest began to sweat, exposed under his unbuttoned flannel. You bit your lip, watching the squeeze of his belly from what you could only assume was Joel trying not to cum. To be honest, you wouldn't mind if he did, you’d show him just how dirty you were simply by licking it all up, but you did love how he put your pleasure first.

His eyes were on you again, with a new look of determination within them. “Fuck, baby,” He watched as you used your other hand to play with your breasts, pinching each nipple as you pleased, your pussy clenching around your fingers each time.

“Faster.”

Your eyes widened for a second, the order paired with his deep, gruff voice making your head all fuzzy, before you ultimately sped your fingers up. The squelching became louder, both of you mesmerized by the noise. You looked down at your pussy, turning yourself on even more at the sight of your beautifully gushing heat.

As you pumped in and out of your pussy, your pants became cries, the tips of your fingers hitting that deep spot inside you every time. “Oh, fuckkkk..” You watched the juices spill out on your fingers as you continued, Joel too, both of you noticing your now abandoned, needy clit.

It was as if your minds were connected because only a moment later, Joel’s free hand came to your pussy. “Aaaaahh!” You cried out, finally feeling the roughness of his skilled fingers ghosting over your sweet bud. He just went for it, laying three fingers down flat on you, circling in the same rhythm and pattern as you did previously.

Your body began to tighten up, feeling so much pressure and pleasure building up from your hands and his hand, and the way he was teasing the dripping tip of his cock now, obviously right on the edge of his release. Your eyebrows furrowed, looking up at Joel as you creeped closer to your own peak.

“Oh-oh…please! God, I’m so close, pleaseee…” You were begging, but there was no need to. All Joel wanted was to see you falling apart, unraveling right in front of him.

He leaned in a bit closer to you and whispered, “Come onnn sweetheart, cum for me…let go baby, I know you can do it, c’mon..” His voice was a bit hoarse and sultry, but his words, that’s what got you.

He repeated the affirmations until you were gasping and squeezing your fingers with your tight muscles, his fingers not letting up off your clit. “Ooohh, fu-, aaahhhh ohmygodohmygod, FUCK!”

Your vision went out for a quick moment as you trembled on the bed, your fingers stilling inside you. “Good girllll, good..fucking..girl..” Joel grunted out as you came down, and your focus immediately came back to him.

He pushed your hand to the side and slid his middle and ring finger inside of your slippery hole, feeling the pulsing aftershocks of your orgasm still rolling through. “Pussy’s so fuckin’ tight, baby, goddamn.”

Joel pumped his fingers in and out of you, pace quickening much faster than you could keep up with, overstimulation beginning to creep in. Your eyes fell to his cock again, which was being pumped with the same ferocity as your pussy. Oh.

You reached forward, bringing a hand to the side of his face to pull his eyes from your pussy back to your own eyes. “Cum for me, Joel, I wanna see it… please.”

In his eyes, you could see the desperation, for release, for you. “Cum with me?”

You shook your head, eyes dropping, not wanting to disappoint. “I don’t- I don’t know if I can, I’m–”

“Hey, hey, I’ve got you, okay?” You nodded, eyes low and filled with need. “I wanna feel you cum on my fingers, baby, I want you to squeeze ‘em…so fuckin’ tight..”

Your pussy fluttered around his fingers from his words, showing the both of you how much you wanted to cum, again. This time, Joel bent the tips of his fingers inside you, searching for and quickly finding that soft, spongy spot that made you come undone before.

“Ohhh…” You couldn’t speak this time, as your body began to quiver from the stimulation he was giving you. It was hotter than anything you’d experienced before, but also so fucking intense and you were beginning to lose control of yourself.

“Yeah baby, let it out, c’mon sweetheart,” The feeling of his finger hitting your g-spot over and over and over again while he edged his throbbing cock in front of you, combined with his breathy voice–it all had you unraveling again.

With a more whine-like cry, your entire body tensed up, suffocating Joel’s fingers with your pussy. He didn’t let up on you, but instead kept up his pace while beginning to jerk himself over you again. Your pussy sounded so wet, much wetter than last time, and you could feel liquids dripping down your thighs. Oh shit.

“Fuckkkk…” Joel groaned at the sight of you squirting on his fingers, his own hips now jerking as he pushed himself over the edge. His cum spurt out in thick, milky ropes, landing on your inner thighs and pussy, coating his fingers as well. It was so hot, the way he twitched and moaned, while he came, it was a whole new, vulnerable side of Joel that you were planning on seeing much more after this.

He panted above you, squeezing out the last bit of cum he had in him, cock slowly softening in his grasp. The both of you looked down at your cunt, admiring the mix of your juices and his cum all over you.

Joel took the hand that was previously on his cock, and swiped a few fingers through your messy folds, letting out a breathy chuckle at your overstimulation and slight jumpiness. Gathering a mix of both your fluids, he brought the fingers up to your face, and you immediately opened your mouth, allowing him to stick them inside so you could suck them clean.

His eyebrow raised, admiring the pure filthiness of your actions, “Jesus, sweetheart, you’re gonna kill me…”

You smiled and shrugged, a bit too blissed out to verbally reply. Instead you laid back, relaxing, as Joel repositioned himself down to face your pussy, licking a stripe up your messiness with a sinister look in his eyes.

A/N: i hope u guys enjoyed this!!! it was rlly fun to write (and complete smth), esp with as little plot as there is in this. i feel like every time i wanna do a one-shot, i end up doing the MOST and then it gets overwhelming... but this was good, it did exactly what i wanted it to. if u liked this, pls like, comment and reblog!! i rlly appreciate any support and encouraging words, feel free to leave any suggestions or requests <333

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[carmyboobear]

ANON (COVERS MY FACE) this embarrassed me but also SO inspired me. You’re a genius. Please take this

Tags: MDNI🔞, dom carmy, fingering,  dirty talk!!!, spitting

So I’ve been thinking about Carm propping you up on a table a lot recently, spreading your legs and exposing you to him. In this scenario I think the two of you were watching a movie, but you were more focused on him—cuddling up close to him, touching him, kissing him…And I think he had enough. 

“Why’re you so wet, hm?” Carmy’s dragged you to the edge of the table. He’s sitting at one of the chairs, pulled up close. One of his hands is rubbing up and down one of your bare legs. The other is at your pussy, parting your folds delicately with his fingers. 

“‘Cause of you, Carm,” you admit, because you know it’s what he wants to hear. It works like a charm. 

“‘Cause of me?” The broad surface of his thumb dips against your entrance, coating itself in the wetness that collected there. “That’s what’s got you leaking, baby?” You nod quickly, and he hums in approval. “That’s my girl…”

He brings his hand to his mouth, sucks your fluid off his thumb. When he brings it back down, coated in spit, it’s slick against slick. His long fingers just keep stroking at your pussy, smearing your wetness everywhere, teasing and rubbing your folds until they’re hot and puffy.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ wet for me,” he murmurs. His other hand’s left your thigh to tug up at the hood of your clit, jutting it out for him to touch. He brings his wet thumb to stroke slippery circles over your hard nub, and you keen, hips jutting forward. “This pretty pink pussy…you’re so soft, baby.”

“D-Don’t say that—” His words broil in your gut and make your clit throb against his circling thumb. “Fuck—”

“Don’t lie to me,” he says darkly, his index and thumb suddenly pinching and rolling at your clit, and you gasp, throwing your head back as your body tightens. “This pussy belongs to me, and that’s exactly how you like it, don’t you?”

“C-Carm—” His pinching fingers are massaging your clit harder. You can barely speak. 

“You’re mine, and I’ll say whatever I like about what belongs to me.” You try to respond, but only weak moans come out. “Tell me who you belong to, and I’ll make you come.”

“Please,” you beg, but it’s not enough. 

“Tell me who this perfect pussy belongs to,” he says again. His blue eyes are dark. “I won’t say it again.”

“I-It—it belongs to you, Carmy,” you whimper, but his expression remains unfazed, dissatisfied. “My pussy—my pretty pussy,” you amend, cheeks burning, and that’s what finally satiates him. 

“Good girl,” he whispers, “good fucking girl.” 

He sinks two thick, long fingers into you, and it feels like a release. You moan as you squeeze down on them, trying to suck them back in every time they drag back. His other hands uses two fingers to part your folds around your clit. You feel it throb in the open air. 

When he leans forward, you think he’s going to suck on it, but then you feel hot spit hitting your clit. 

“All mine,” he murmurs, almost to himself. His fingers return, flicking your clit brutally from side to side, and alongside the fingers deep in your pussy, you’re wound up so tight you swear you’re gonna snap. 

“Carmy,” you moan, sweet and desperate. Your legs are trembling. “I’m gonna come,” you sob.

“I know, baby. Be good and come all over my fingers for me, yeah?” His quick fingers smack against your pussy with every thrust, the sounds wet and clear. “God, you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous down here…and it’s all mine, isn’t it, pretty girl?”

“All yours, Carm,” you gasp, and you’re gushing all over his fingers. Your orgasm is a tidal wave bottled up in the container of your body, thrashing on your insides. His nimble fingers keep rubbing and thrusting in you as you come, relentless as you tighten and throb against him. 

“Perfect,” he hums, and he keeps his fingers moving. You have a feeling he’s not gonna let you go until your wetness is dripping onto the floor.

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[bitchimasnake-sss]

"pretty little slut" ft. portagas d. ace!

set-up: you learnt the hard way, just how impatient and territorial ace can get. warning: voyeurism, hair pulling, mean-ish!dom ace, jealousy, helpless bimbo reader, in public, pet names (slut, baby, sweetheart), ; mdni thankyou very much!

ace:

♡ well, it wasn't your fucking fault that the guy at the club couldn't take a hint and leave you alone. and it certainly wasn't your fault that your usually laid-back boyfriend had drank a little too much. ♡ maybe you should have stopped him as he pulled you onto his lap, his hot breath fanning your neck as his fingers slowly hiked up your skirt. maybe you should have stopped him as his fingers snaked up, feeling your chest before resting on your throat. maybe you should have because you were seated in a booth at the club, the glittering, faint lights painting your figures in darkness. maybe because there was a man seated at the bar, staring right at your lowly illuminated figure as he took another swig out of the bottle. but ace's touches were so fleeting, so warm against your cold skin. ♡ "tell me, baby." he whispered against the shell of your ears and you could smell the alcohol on him, clinging stubbornly onto his skin, "tell me should i fuck you right in front of him? show him how it's actually done?" "huh?" you mumbled, almost in a trance from the way his fingers were dancing on your inner thigh. "focus." ♡ he was staring at the man sat at the bar, drinking and staring right at you. he had been hitting on you all night and ace had hit his limit. his two options included burning him to ashes or fucking you till you drooled and passed out in his lap.

♡ ace's lean fingers titled your face backwards and he kissed you deeply, till you felt just as intoxicated as he did, even without drinking much. his taste lingered on your lips and you closed you eyes, feeling his fingers taking ahold of your tresses and pulling them downwards to kiss your throat. ♡ "a-ace. fuck." you moaned, feeling as his teeth skimmed over your throat, his fingers played with the thin strap of your dress, threatening to let it fall and put you onto display for the people in the bar. he ignored you, his fingers running over your figure till he reached the hem of your short dresses. playing with the hem, slowly threatening to hike it upwards and display you for any keen eyes to see. ♡ something primal came forward, his voice hoarse, "tell me i can fuck you right here, right now. please. let me show them all who you fuckin' belong to yeah?" without another word, his hand spread open your thighs, letting the pad of his thumb to gently rub over your clothed clit. ♡ you threw your head back, allowing him to rub your puffy nub through a thin layer. the wetness acted as lubricant, letting his fingers play against your weakest spots. the man at the bar was transfixed on you, looking at your slowly unraveling form with awestruck bewilderment.

"ace he's gonna see-" you spoke meekly, too wrapped up in the feeling of his warm fingertips tracing figures over your bundle of nerves. "and?" he scoffed, pulling your panties to one side. he made you gasp, collecting your slick on his fingertips and bringing it to your lips to suck on. "aren't you a pretty little slut? let him see what a fucking angel i've got. let him see how to actually fuck a desperate slut like you." "bu-" you tried to speak against his fingers but he shoved them further, his other hand holding your waist against him tighter. "any problems, sweetheart?" he prompted you to suck on his finger harder, causing you to moan around his digits. "i said any fucking problems?" you shook your head against him. ♡ he pulled his fingers out, leading them southward till he shoved them slowly inside you. your weeping hole accepted him as if it was muscle memory and you melted against his broad chest as he started pistoning in and out of your gummy enterance. "touch yourself" he whispered against your neck, "and look that fucker in the eyes as you do. show him who's gon' make you cum right the fuck now." ♡ you allowed your cold fingers to trace over you clit. tracing familiar figures over your exposed nub, you kept your eye on the man slowly palming himself as he faced you and your wet pussy. ace heated his fingers just ever so slightly, till you could feel a stark contrast between the cool night air and his burning, feverish movements. and the coil in your stomach started fastening with the pace of ace's fingers fastening. "ace, bab-y, fuck i think- i'm gonna fucking cum-" "cum on my fucking fingers, angel." he pressed open mouthed kisses along your jaw as you threw your head back, leaving hickeys in his wake. "you're so fucking pretty, my favourite fucking slut to show off" ♡ at his words, the coil tightened till it started falling apart, washing over you with waves of blinding pleasure. his fingers continued till the aftershocks were through and then slowly, he pulled out. taking his slick covered fingers, he pushed them back into your mouth, allowing you to suck it off clean as he sent the man a death glare. ♡ "you wanna go home and finish it off?" he asked lowly and you nodded. his arms picked you up, muscles flexing as he held you against his warm body. he glared at the mas as he walked out of the club with you, a silent warning to the stranger. ♡ (but he may/may not have set that man's pants on fire before leaving tho)

a/n: obsessed with this man rn and forever.

#one piece #opla #op #one piece smut #ace smut #portgas d ace #ace x reader smut #portagas d ace smut #ace one piece smut #ace one piece #ace imagine

[webslingingslasher]

love me some angst so reader starting to feel insecure that peters just using her for her body (despite the fact that hes head over heels for his girl but he can be so so dumb sometimes)

suggestive material under the cut, a hint at mcu peter here.

Peter’s currently dotting kisses up and down your neck, puffs of air hit against your skin and hot breath tickled at your ear. His right hand floated up your side, his fingertips digging into the plushy skin. Peter’s words were mumbled against your collarbone, spoken absentmindedly. 

“My pretty girl, pretty, pretty girl.” 

The words brought a warmth to your cheeks, he dotted kisses down your chest, praises uttered from his mouth. Peter couldn’t stop, his hand crept higher up on your chest, pulling at your bra to put his hand where he wanted most, “fuckin gorgeous,” his mouth trailed back up the middle of your throat, pressing a bruising kiss onto your mouth that had you gasping, he pulled back just enough to tug your shirt over your head. 

Peter stared at you in awe, even though he’s seen you hundreds of times he still appreciates your beauty each time you let him observe it. 

“You’re beautiful, baby.” 

His compliments always made you feel fluttery, you’ve never felt so loved and wanted before in your life. 

“Thanks, handsome.” You wink up at him, he grins and places a kiss on your cheek. 

Peter resumes kissing you and using a traveling hand to explore your now naked chest, then he starts to lower himself down your body, he takes time to appreciate each breast, before peppering wet kisses down your sternum and finally ends with a kiss below your navel. 

“Can I see more of my pretty baby?” 

He already knows the answer, he has you writhing in want already. He gets off on the teasing, each prolonged kiss makes the anticipation that much better. “Please,” it doesn’t take him long to pull your pants down, he hisses at the sight, no underwear.

“So pretty and open for me,” sometimes you think he’s just talking to himself. 

Peter does that a lot, dotes on your appearance. The most common phase out his mouth is ‘you’re so pretty’ and sometimes, in moments like these you can’t help but feel like that’s all you’re good for, just a pretty face. 

Especially recently, it’s like he couldn’t get enough of you, constantly following you around for kisses and cuddles, each time he saw you he would hold you to him until you felt like you couldn’t breathe. 

Your breath races as Peter drops next to you in bed, you both take time to collect air before he grabs a water bottle off his nightstand, he chugs half and hands the rest over, you finish it. Peter slides closer to you, his arm wraps around your side, thinking he’s giving a cuddle you turn into him. 

Instead, Peter places a single kiss on your cheek before throwing the covers off him. 

“I gotta go do some stuff for Mr. Stark, want me to take you home?” 

This has been happening a lot recently, each time you give him your body he runs out after. It was never like this, but now it was like he always had an excuse, it started to feel like all he wanted you for was sex. He’s been busy and you know that, but when he has free time he spends it in bed with you rather than dinner or a movie, anything that doesn't require you to be naked. 

He didn’t offer you to stay over, he normally does, you didn’t miss his left out words. 

You watch as he dresses himself, insecurity pours over you, does he not love you anymore? 

“Peter?” Your voice is timid, terrified of the answer, you didn’t want to know if your fears were true. 

Peter turns his head behind his shoulder, you’re wrapped in blankets, hair frizzed and a shy smile dotted your lips. He’s never been more in love in his life, you make it so hard to leave. 

He licks his lips, “yeah, baby?” Peter turns back to tug a shirt over his head, he pauses to focus in, he can hear your heart pounding, you weren’t recovering anymore you were nervous, a tone shifted in the room and he wasn’t sure when. 

“Do you still love me?” You almost whisper the words, praying you won’t have to repeat it for him. 

Peter nearly stops breathing, how could you ask that? Has he not made it clear, how utterly in love he was with you? That you are the reason he feels like he has to live his life? You make him eat, breathe, walk and sleep, he can’t imagine a life without you in it, he’s even been looking at rings for fucks sake. 

“Why would you even ask that?” He was almost appalled, he couldn’t believe such words could come from such a pretty mouth. 

You shrug, you asked a big thing but then didn’t want to add anymore information. You suddenly feel like the bed is swallowing you whole, Peter’s looking at you so sad, like he can’t fathom why you’d ask, you’re looking at him like you regret opening your mouth, like you didn’t mean for those words to escape your thoughts. 

“Baby, why would you ask that?” It pains him, it sends a lightning bolt down his heart. He could nearly cry at the thought of you feeling so empty you had to ask him. 

You blink away tears, you didn’t want this to happen. 

“I dunno, pete. I… lately, it just feels like,” you groan, you can’t think of the words. It won’t come out, nothing will, it's too hilariously vulnerable. You decide to not go further, “nevermind, it doesn’t matter, just nevermind.” Your hair knots in the back as you shake your head back and forth dramatically. 

“It’s something, tell me.” He’s adamant in not dropping this, you’re trying to backpedal, after you said that there was no way he’d let it go. 

You shake your head again, the knot grows. “It’s nothing, really. Forget I said anything.” 

Peter steps towards you, he’s not backing down, this time he won’t take his gaze off your face. 

“It matters and I need you to tell me.” You know that tone, it’s his serious voice. The voice that means that he’s not backing down from his stance, he was a stubborn mess when he felt like it was called for. 

You feel like a little kid, you keep asking yourself why you dare ask that. 

You shake your head again, it’s soft, it’s saying you’ll never tell. “It’s not a big deal,” he doesn’t accept that, very rarely does Peter let his frustration seep through when he’s talking to you, this is one time he can’t stop it. 

“My girlfriend thinks I don’t love her, it’s a really big fucking deal, Y/N.” 

He’s turned this on you, you have to spin it back. 

“I feel like you’re just using me for my body!” It was a jarring confession, Peter could almost hear himself blinking in the silent room. He didn’t know how to properly breathe, you’re gasping like you had never expected the words to rip from your throat. 

Peter is running everything through his mind, he’s trying to figure out where you see that, where you could even dream up the idea. Nothing’s been different, not that he can tell, he feels almost sick that you’ve kept that thought to yourself. 

You can hear Peter’s mind running, you have to keep talking for his sanity. 

“Just lately. I don’t know, peter, I feel like you just run out after. And you always tell me how pretty I am and you never cuddle me after sex anymore!” 

Maybe he’s just got caught up in the routine of things, he feels so comfortable knowing you’ll be there no matter what. 

“I didn’t know.” Peter sounds solemn, it makes your heart clench. 

“I think I just got used to it, and I’ve been busy and I have things to do and I just always expect you to be there, ya know? But, baby, you are so pretty and special to me. I love you, I love everything about you, I love how you get up early to make me toast, I love how you always flip my pillows before bed so I get the extra cold side, I love how you wash my hair in the shower. Baby, I just… I just really fucking love you.” 

You blink at him with wet eyes, he’s just been dumb, but he still loves you with his whole heart. 

Before you can even preach the same and apologize for saying that he tugs the covers up and crawls next to you, his shirt rubs against your skin. 

Doesn’t he have to be at the tower? 

“What are you doing?” 

His hands wrap around your waist, he tugs you so close you don’t know where you stop and he begins. 

“Giving my pretty girl a cuddle, how about you?” 

#peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb #peter parker angst #peter parker fluff #tasm!peter x reader #my writing

[yukimiyaz]

THANKFUL

miya osamu x gn!reader

includes: bf osamu. afab!reader. smut lol. he uses a shit ton of pet names. he might have a bit of an oral fixation if you squint.

notes: old fic. wanted it here lol

You were just trying to bring your boyfriend lunch. 

Walking in with your sweet smile and warm eyes and the packed container that Osamu had left on the kitchen counter this morning from running late. Granted, he does work at his own restaurant, so it’s not like he would’ve gone hungry (or been ridiculed for his tardiness) but still. You know how fussy he gets when he is looking forward to a certain meal and you didn’t want his poor employees to have to be subjected to that. 

So in you came—like the absolutely great partner you are, regardless of what his brother (your annoyance) says—saving the day yet again with your boyfriend’s lunch in hand. 

And it was damn near sickening, how his eyes lit up the instant he heard that bell jingle and saw it was you, the immediate softening of his face as a smile spread across his lips. He was pouting too, so yeah, you really did save his poor employees.  

“Aw, baby. Ya didn’t have to do that,” he had cooed as you walked behind the counter to give it to him, letting him pull you into a big hug as he swayed you both side to side. 

(But the thankful, knowing look his cashier had given you only confirmed your suspicions as you returned the embrace and let him peck your lips). 

It was that same cashier that smiled at you both, waved you away, shooed you off. “You can go boss, don’t worry. I’ve got this covered. Rush time is over.” 

Now normally, it would take a bit more convincing for Osamu to leave one of his workers manning the front all by themselves. Normally, he’d wait until one of the others returned from their own lunch before he deserted them and took his own. Normally, he puts his boss priorities first by a smidge in situations like this. 

Normally, you don’t end up with your back arching off his hardwood desk with your muted moans echoing off his walls. 

“What. A fuckin’. Sweetheart ,” Osamu grunts, each word punctuated by the pistoning of his hips as his hands grip onto your waist.  

You grapple for him, for something, anything to hold onto as he mercilessly fucks into you. One hand wrapping around his wrist, the other trying to reach around his shoulders. He ruts into you again and you think you nearly bust your lip from how hard you’re biting it trying to keep your voice down. 

“I just—you left it—so I—” a gasp rips out of your throat as he shifts, the head of his dick brushing against that spot in you that makes you want to scream. Nails digging into his skin, mouth dropping open to pant an ungodly variance of his name.  

“You what?” he asks, and you fucking hate the way he sounds so collected when you’re literally losing your damn mind right here in his cramped office. “Thought about me, hm? Takin’ care of me, ain’t ya? My sweet baby.” 

He leans over you enough to steal a sloppy kiss from your parted lips, drinks in the sighs and breathy exhales you push out. His eyes catch yours, stone grey pinning you, as if his arms coming up to cage you weren’t enough. A calloused, familiar hand cups your jaw, grips it like he thinks you would even dare look away. 

“Yeah, my sweet fuckin’ baby,” he smirks in a way that has your stomach flipping ten times over, coil tightening up. “My turn to take care of you. Show you how fuckin’ thankful I am.” 

And you want to dismiss him or shush him or curse him or something. He didn’t even lock the fucking office door for Christ’s sake, and it’s too loud. You’re both way too loud, and you want to tell him that. Tell him that he needs to be quiet, needs to keep you quiet, because you don’t think you’d ever be able to face any of his employees again if you knew they could hear you right now. 

But all that comes out is a broken off moan into his mouth as his pace doubles. It’s hot in his office. You always berate him for not buying a fan, but you’re not too sure the lack of circulation is really what’s to blame for the heat this time as a rough hand slips between your bodies and the pad of a thumb presses to your clit. 

“Shh, shh, baby.” And oh, now he worries about your volume? “Don’t want them to hear me showin’ my thanks, d’ya?”  

His grip eases up a little on your jaw, just enough for him to slip his thumb up to rub against your bottom lip, tugging it down and letting it go. You can practically see the hearts in his eyes as he does it again, licking his own lips as he plays with yours. He’s always told you that you had a pretty mouth—when you were eating, talking, just sitting. You catch him staring, call him out just to watch him dopely smirk, listen to some cheeky remark he’ll give. 

Now, though, it seems like every bit of cheeky is drained from him as he darts his tongue out to lap into your mouth, seemingly forgetting to even pull his thumb away before doing so. 

If the chorus of thank yous he’s been spewing weren’t enough for you to get it, the ones he’s been quite literally drilling into you are. Your pussy flutters around him just barely, and that’s all the sign that he needs. His thumb on your clit speeds up, rubs patterns in a way you almost think could be the kanji for thank you as well. It’s what it feels like. Like every bit of him is exuding gratitude. Like he’s trying to engrain it into your pretty little brain one way or another. And you’re more than happy to help him. 

He pulls back with a string of spit connecting you, warm pants into your mouth and on your cheeks as his hips stutter and his eyes go a little hazy.  

“Fuck, fuck. C’mon sweetheart, cum f’me.”  

And he’s just so damn pretty, flushed and breathless above you, chest heaving just a bit with every rock of his hips. You don’t think you could deny him even if you wanted to, and for some reason you’re nodding. Your frazzled little head bobbing as you tug him closer, bring him down again, let his mouth muffle your cry of his name as your legs start to shake and your cunt clenches around his cock. And Osamu, he’s never been one to receive without giving, and the same applies to this moment now as he gives your pretty cunt a few more shallow thrusts until a new type of warmth is being shot into you. 

It’s static in the office for a few moments, staggered breaths and hammering heartbeats as the two of you stay pressed together. Slowly, Osamu raises his head up enough to look down at you again in his post-orgasmic glory, and with the look in his eyes you already want to kill him. 

“Did ya get the message? Or do we need to go another—” 

You shove his face away before he can even finish, rolling your eyes despite the slippery grin that spreads across your lips. And he just presses a kiss to your palm, giving it a lippy little bite when you try to shove him away the second time. 

You were just trying to bring your boyfriend lunch, but now you’re rushing out of his restaurant with a red face and messy hair, trying to get to your car before his cum starts to leak out too much. 

And pretending you didn’t see the look his poor cashier gave you as you ran out. 

#yukimiyaz writing #miya osamu x reader #osamu x reader #osamu smut #miya osamu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut

[sim0nril3y]

12 Days of Kinkmas | Day Two: Cumplay

Note: It's day two of our Kinkmas and this time Simon is filthy. Enjoy, my loves <3 Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), established relationship, p in v, cumplay, cum eating, canon-typical swearing.

The sound of heavy panting filled the room, low grunts and high whimpers, a wet slapping of skin colliding passionately against skin. It was erotic. Your legs were thrown up over Simon’s shoulders as his hips slammed into your own over and over. Your body shook and trembled from the impact of each thrust and all you could do was simply take each sharp snap against your form.

It seemed that Simon was on a whole new level tonight. You had gone out to the pub with some friends and something had clearly set him off because you had barely stepped foot through the door when he had grabbed you, kissed you until you were breathless and demanded who you belonged to, needing you to call out his name in ecstasy.

Simon’s brows furrowed as they focused on every pinch and movement on your pleasured face, beads of sweat trickling down your skin and collecting into your collar bone. He had been fucking into you relentlessly for what felt like hours now, coaxing orgasm after orgasm from your worn body.

“Fuckin’…” Simon growled under his panting breath. “Fuckin’ hell…” He hissed lowly, snapping his hips with very little rhythm now. “Fuck… Fuck…” Voice strained and muscles wound tight Simon was unable to hold back any longer, pressing his hips shamelessly hard against your own, making sure to bury himself to the hilt as he pumped you full of his load. “Fuck…” Simon whispered, forehead pressed against your own, cock pulsing inside your sensitive walls. “Good girl…” He complimented. “Tight little cunt takes everything I give her, eh?” A breathless laugh followed as he ground his hips tightly.

The two of you stayed trapped there, his hips pressed hard against your own, ensuring that his cum stayed planted deep inside. Kissing your forehead softly Simon leaned back to be kneeling between your legs and observed the way a mixture of your cum leaked out around his softening cock. “Fuck…” He whispered, glancing up at your fucked out face and asking. “Y’thirsty, babe?”

You gifted him a heavy nod as you answered. “Y-yeah.” Squeaking as you felt his cock finally pulling from your walls, gasping when you felt his mouth suddenly on you. Gazing down your body you flushed as Simon lapped and suckled at your overly sensitive cunt, tongue curling inside your recently pummelled walls to collect his cum that was seeping out and once he was satisfied Simon climbed up your farm, leaning over your face and quirking his brows at you.

As if being able to read his mind, you pried your lips open and allowed Simon to deposit a long string of his cum into your mouth, humming the second that it hit your tongue. You accepted every last bit, collecting it across your tongue, waiting until Simon finally commanded. “Swallow.” You did without hesitation, gulping it back and then reopening your mouth as proof that you’d followed his orders. “Good girl~”

A sweet and proud giggle fell from your lips, leaning up to peck his lips before whispering. “Jokes aside, I’m actually thirsty…” You pouted cutely then and Simon smirked and nodded. “I’ll sort that…”

12 Days of Kinkmas | Regular Masterlist | Ask | 15-12-2023

#simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #ghost cod #simon riley #ghost mw2 #simon riley imagine #simon riley cod #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost simon riley #ghost call of duty #simon riley x y/n #simon riley smut #simon riley fluff #ghost smut #ghost fluff #ghost x y/n #ghost x you #ghost mw3

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

hmm, what would guys do if they saw y/n pleasing herself? I mean, there are many reasons for this, because each of them disappears for a while, they come too tired and sometimes only have time to wash and prepare for a new mission.

Aaaahhh loved this request, thank you!!☺️🩷

If I missed anyone you'd like to see just lmk and I can edit them in.

A/N: I feel like I write way too much smut🤣

141 + König Walking in On Fem! Partner Pleasing Herself

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Warnings: smut, mutual maturation, p in v sex, oral (f receiving), swearing, FILTH

Simon Ghost Riley-

Simon had been on deployment for a little over two months.

You got yourself comfortable on your bed and stripped from the waist down, leaving you bare. Your hand made its way down your abdomen and stopped just before your pelvic bone.

Closing your eyes, you let your thoughts drift to Simon. Taking your lower lip into your teeth, you let your hand graze your heat and let out a soft whimper. You trailed your finger through your soft folds, and started to rub circles into your clit.

You slipped a finger into your core and started fingering yourself with fervor. Your mind wandered to Simon yet again. The image of his sculpted torso and strong arms holding you as he fucked you senseless filled your brain.

"Simon." You moaned, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Must say, what a fuckin' sight to come home to." Simon's gruff voice sounded from the door.

You immediately stopped what you were doing and sat up, cheeks aflame with embarrasment. "Simon! You're home!"

Simon only nodded and set his bag on the ground beside him as he leaned against the door frame. "Don't stop on my account, love. I was enjoying the show."

You bit your lip seductively and laid back down onto the sheets behind you. Holding eye contact with him, you spread your legs further to give him a better view of your cunt. Using your index finger, you slowly started to rub up and down your heat, collecting the juices that had accumulated there.

His mouth dropped open, and a low groan sounded from him as he watched you bring the finger to your mouth and wrap your lips around it, cleaning your arousal from it.

"Bloody fucking hell." He ripped his pants down, putting his hard cock on display for you. He made his way over to the bed and climbed over top of you. "You're a fucking minx."

He pressed up on the underside of your thighs and pinned them back so that your knees were on either side of your head.

He pressed an open mouth kiss to your core before sheathing himself fully into your cunt with no warning.

He groaned loudly as you were tight walls squeezed around his length and started to snap his hips into you at a deliciously fast pace.

Your mind went blank as he pounded into you, your hands finding solace on his shoulder blades as they squeezed the flesh there.

He made sure that night, that you'd never need to please yourself again when he was around.

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

You were in the shower, desperate to rid yourself of the growing pool of heat between your thighs.

Johnny had come home a few hours ago from a long mission and immediately passed out on the couch. You'd gotten yourself excited, as it's usually custom for the two of you to have sex shortly after Johnny walked in the door.

He was so tired, though, and you couldn't blame him for falling asleep. But now here you were, horny beyond belief, and weren't able to think of anything but your own release.

You hesitantly grabbed the shower head and lifted it off its holder. You closed your eyes and let your head fall back on the cold tile, as you turned the water pressure up slightly, then moved the head toward your aching cunt.

You let out a small gasp as the water hit your clit, the heat mixed with the pressure had your eyes rolling back.

You started to slowly move the shower head up and down your heat, as little whimpers continued to emit from your lips.

"Couldn't wait for me, eh, lass?" You heard a chuckle from outside the shower curtain.

You dropped the shower head instantly and peered around the curtain to see Johnny standing with a wicked smile on his face.

"I'm, I'm so sorry." You bit your lip nervously. In all your years together, he'd never caught you pleasing yourself, and you weren't sure if he was upset with you.

"Oh, do not apologize for that. I could listen to those sounds all day." He stripped his shirt off and discarded his pants as he spoke. You let your eyes drift to his midsection, where you could see he was rock hard. "Left my baby hanging, tis only fair I help her out, don't you think?"

You let out a whine at his words and nodded your head eagerly.

He stepped into the shower and turned you so that you were facing the shower wall. A harsh smack came down on your ass as you felt the tip of his cock teasing at your soaked folds. "Be a good girl, yeah? Let me fuck you good."

He bit into the apex of your shoulder blade as he pushed himself into you with a loud groan. He started out at brisk pace, pulling his cock out and ramming it back into you, leaving him, and you breathless.

It was long into the night before he was done with you, the shower head being long forgotten.

König-

You had barely seen your boyfriend König all day. He'd been running around base, being pulled in every direction, and you'd not gotten the chance to talk to him at all.

You found yourself in your private quarters, aching for a way to relieve some of your stress. You'd laid down on your bed and let your hand find its way to your core, letting a small groan out at the contact.

You'd been sexually frustrated for a few days now but didn't have the heart to bother König about it. He was insanely busy, and you didn't want to be a burden with it.

You slid off your sweats, and your hand slipped into the fabric of your underwear. You started lightly toying with your clit, before running your fingers up and down your slit.

Your other hand flew under your shirt, and started massaging your breast, as you slipped a slender finger inside your cunt.

You were so lost in the moment that you hadn't heard König enter the room.

"Schat?" Königs soft voice echoed through the room.

Your eyes flew open, and saw Königs eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Kö, baby I.." Your words stopped short, as you were unsure of what to say.

"Have....have I not been satisfactory in bed?" You could hear his voice breaking slightly.

"What? Oh my gosh, Kö, that's not it at all!" You immediately waved away the notion, appalled that he would even think that. "I just... you seemed so busy, and I didn't want to bother you.."

Königs looked visibly relieved at your words as he let out the breath he was holding in. "I see."

He slowly began to undress himself and started to crawl toward you on the bed. "You can always come and get me, Maus, understood?"

You nodded your head meekly as you watched him spread your legs apart, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Now, tell me what you want." He said before placing a kiss to the inside of your leg.

"You. Anything from you." You whimpered.

A dark chuckle emitted from him as he fully removed his sniper hood. He gave you a small nod before shoving his face in between your thighs.

He flicked his tongue back and forth lazily on your clit, while exhaling deeply into your heat. He moved your thighs over his shoulders, giving him better access to your cunt. He looked over at the vibrator you had laying next to you, and a small smirk formed on his lips, as he grabbed it.

"Want to make you feel good, Engel." He whispered as he slipped two fingers into your pussy, scissoring his fingers against your velvet walls. He returned his mouth to your clit, and continued flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud.

Your hands moved to grasp his hair, pulling on it harshly. He let out a loud moan into your heat before picking up the pace with his fingers, as he began to pump them in and out of your soaked core.

It wasn't long before you became a babbling mess underneath him, as nothing could ever compare to his touch.

John Price-

John had told you he'd be coming home late, as he still had a bunch of stuff to finish up on base. With John, late could either mean he wouldn't be coming home at all, or he'd not come home til the wee hours of the morning.

You'd been desperate for release all day. You were hoping that he'd come home on time today, but the cards were not in your favor.

It wasn't often that you pleased yourself, especially with how high of a sex drive John had, but it was times like these where you were desperate to find your release, even if it meant by your own hand.

You were sitting on the leather couch in his home office, when you started to roll your clit in between your fingers. You cried out softly as you picked up your movements, your eyes fluttering shut. You traced your finger along your folds and dipped two of your fingers into your aching hole.

Your soft moans filled the room as you fingered yourself with determination. You let your mind wander to John and started to pretend that your fingers were his, which allowed you to draw closer to your orgasm before a throat cleared in the room.

You instinctively removed your fingers from your core and opened your eyes. You were met with John's dark eyes and a bemused expression on his face.

"I didn't tell you to stop, did I."

"John, I..." You fumbled for words as John moved to his knees in front of you, his face dangerously close to your pussy.

"Go on then, show Daddy how you please yourself when he's not around."

You whimpered as he slapped your inner thigh but continued to do as he said. You were rubbing vigorously at your clit, your legs trembling with the pace you'd set.

Price watched in awe as you started to come undone by your own hand, his cock begging to be freed from his trousers, but this was your time. He wanted to watch you cum before he thought of his own release.

As you neared your orgasm, your strokes became languid, and your legs started to quake. With one final stroke, your orgasm tore through you, as you let out a silent scream, and thrashed on the couch.

Price moved to steady your legs before looking at you with a devilish grin. "Look at the mess you made, baby girl."

He stroked a finger between your sopping, sensitive folds. He held eye contact with you as he brought the finger to his mouth and sucked with an obscene noise. "Be a good girl, and let daddy clean it up."

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

It was late into the night, and you found yourself tossing and turning, unable to sleep. You felt a familiad aching in your core, and you were beyond horny. Kyle was asleep peacefully next to you, and you didn't have the heart to wake up.

Not wanting to move off the bed, you slipped your panties off and grabbed your vibrator from your bedside table. Kyle was a heavy sleeper, so you weren't too worried about waking him as you turned on the vibrator.

You bit your bottom lip to prevent a low moan from emitting as you pressed the vibrator against your clit. You threw your head back on the pillow behind you, continuing the languid back and forth motion with your hand.

"Babe?" Kyle asked, his voice still stained with sleep. He looked over to find an endearing sight. "Watcha doing there?"

Turning off the vibrator, you threw it to your table before covering yourself. "I was um...I was..."

"Enjoying yourself it looked like. Why don't you keep going? Was rather enjoying watching." Kyle pulled his boxers down, letting his hardened dick spring free. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and started pumping himself lazily. You watched he drew his thumb across the precum forming at his tip, before returning back to fist his cock.

You moaned at the sight and grabbed your vibrator, returning it to its place along your bundle of nerves. You rubbed your clit with it, matching the pace of Kyle's strokes, never taking your eyes off of him. The sight of him jerking himself off had to be the hottest thing you'd think you'd ever seen.

Needless to say, you ended up sleeping like a baby that night.

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#cod imagine #simon riley imagine #mw2 imagine #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #konig x reader #konig imagine #konig mw2 #price smut #price x reader #gaz smut #soap smut #simon riley smut #ghost smut #konig smut #gaz imagine #soap x reader #soap imagine

[rentumblsstuff]

NPMD!Steph: I asked Pete to Pasquali’s on the first date.

AC!Steph: I asked Pete to shower with me.

YJ!Steph: Who the fuck is Pete and why are we thirsty for him? Get a grip, ladies.

NPMD!Steph: Okay, okay, imagine the biggest nerd you can think of?

YJ!Steph: Oh the bow tie kid.

NPMD!Steph: That’s him.

AC!Steph: But then also like make him funny and sarcastic.

NPMD!Steph: Yeah! And sweet.

AC!Steph: And weirdly sexy and secretly jacked and you just kinda wanna break his brain so that the only thing he can think about is pinning you to the wall of the shower even though it’s nasty, so-

NPMD!Steph: Wait the other one is right. Get a grip. Please.

AC!Steph: *shaking* I’ve been stuck at Camp Idontwannabang for a month and he’s the only sane one here other than me. There’s only one thing I’m trying to ‘get a grip’ on around here, and it’s down the shorts that his ‘Virginity Rocks!’ camp tee is tucked into.

——

AC!Peter: I broke my leg trying to improvise a weapon to protect Steph and myself.

NPMD!Peter: I almost sacrificed my life for Steph!

TGWDLM!Peter: I STILL HAVEN’T GOTTEN MY HOT CHOCOLATE.

AC!Peter and NPMD!Peter: NEITHER HAVE WE!

TGWDLM!Peter: Also who is Steph and why are we willing to hurt ourselves for her?

AC!Peter and NPMD!Peter: *OFFENDED GASP*

AC!Peter: Imagine you have really low blood sugar and all you have to fix it is fuckin’ raisins… And Steph gives you a chocolate bar. Relief, finally, you can think straight for what feels like the first time in your life. That’s Stephanie.

NPMD!Peter: Imagine an eldritch god tells you that you have to give up what you treasure above all else and you suddenly realize in the worst way possible that your Pokémon cards and comic collection mean nothing to you in comparison, and as weirdly slimy and wiggly fingers brush the hair from your neck, you realize that the girl who’s suddenly become the most important person or thing in your life thinks of you the exact same way and that one of you has to die before you’ve even worked up the nerve to admit to the coolest girl you’ve ever met how you feel. That’s Stephanie.

AC!Peter: … Are you okay?

NPMD!Pete: Better than that guy’s doing.

BF!Pete: I watched a man get kicked in the head until he died… I can still see the bomb falling through the air as I spent my last moments alive with my big brother…

——

NPMD!Grace: I can explain!

AC!Grace: YOU HAD A SEXUAL FANTASY?!

PB!Grace: NASTY!! JAIL FOR YOU.

AC!Grace: HELL EVEN.

NPMD!Grace: Wait, no no no! It’s okay, I killed the guy it was about!

AC!Grace: You better have!

NPMD!Grace: But then he came back to life and I had to sacrifice my chastity to send him back, so we had sex in the middle of a football field and five evil gods dragged him to Hell! Also by the way, Jesus isn’t real and it’s up to us to cleanse the earth of all perverts for our new gods, the Lords in Black!

AC!Grace and PB!Grace: …………… WHAT THE FU-

#starkid #hatchetfield #npmd #abstinence camp #yellow jacket #tgwdlm #black friday #perkys buds #stephanie lauter #peter spankoffski #grace chasity #lautski #starkid incorrect quotes

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Just What I Needed - Jake Seresin x Reader

a/n: here's the part two to Got My Mind Set On You, as requested by @mamachasesmayhem 🤍 this can also be read as a standalone fic!

pairing: Jake Seresin x reader

warnings/content: literally smut with no plot. p in v, fingering, praise kink, calling Jake by his rank.

word count: 1.3k

taglist: @avengersfan25 @jessicab1991 @atarmychick007 @dempy @b-bradshaw @ahopelessromanticwritersworld

The car ride home from the bar had been quiet, Jake’s hand resting firmly on your thigh the whole way, his fingers grazing the inside of your thigh just enough to make you sweat. You felt a fire beginning to brew in your core in anticipation - you knew exactly what this meant. From the moment you started teasing him in front of his friends, using his attraction to you to make him lose his game, you knew what you were doing. 

Jake pulled into the driveway, pulling his hand away from your flesh as he killed the engine. He got out of the truck, and for a split second, you almost wondered if he was mad at you - you knew it was all an act though. He opened the passenger side door for you, grinning as he offered his hand out to help you down. Instead of helping you graciously to your feet, however, Jake pulled you in as close as physically possible, your back arching against the arm he’d wrapped around you for stability. He gave you a passionate kiss, the kind that left you breathless, gasping for air but all the while, desperate and hungry for more. 

He let go of your frame, your light-headedness from the kiss making you feel unsteady on your feet for a moment. As you regained your balance, you began heading for the door, Jake’s hand delivering a playful, yet firm tap to your ass as you headed up the steps. You squealed in delight at his touch, prompting him to do it again.

You giggled as you kicked off your shoes at the door, secretly thanking yourself for deciding on platforms at the last minute, making it easy to ditch them as fast as you could. Jake’s tall, muscular frame pressed into you, backing you up against the wall of the hallway. His hands wandered up and down your sides as his mouth found yours, locking you in with a passionate kiss. He nipped at your bottom lip with his teeth, grazing the sensitive skin ever so slightly. 

You moaned into his kiss as his hands reached up for your chest. He grasped at your breasts, squeezing them firmly as his large hands cupped them over your shirt. He grunted as he kissed you hungrily, lips trailing down your jaw. A mess of hot, sloppy kisses made their way to your collarbone as Jake continued to knead your breasts with his hands. His mouth peppered the tops of your exposed breast with more hungry, open-mouthed kisses, each one feeling a little more desperate than before. Jake’s actions made it clear - he needed you. He craved you. 

His mouth trailed its way back to your ear, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive skin as he spoke in a husky whisper. 

“Fuck, sugar, I can’t get enough of you,” he rasped as his hands made their way to your hips, gripping them tightly as he held them against his own. 

Jake got down on his knees, grinning up at you before roughly shoving your skirt out of his way. He positioned himself between your legs, his tongue licking a painfully slow, sensual strip up your wet folds, collecting the arousal that had begun to gather there. He hummed his lips against you, sending a shockwave through your body as you felt his mouth vibrate on you. A loud whine escaped your parted lips as you placed your palm flat against the table beside you to steady yourself.

“Fuck, Jake!” you cried out as he drew soft circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue. 

“Tastes so fuckin’ good, hun,” he mumbled against your skin before pressing his lips to your clit, sucking at the sensitive nub before pulling away, panting. “So fucking good.”

You could practically feel Jake’s smirk against your skin as he spoke. Your mind raced as he pressed two of his thick, long fingers into your dripping hole, thrusting them into your g-spot with precision and skill. You cried out his name again in the midst of a flurry of moans and curse words, unable to concentrate on anything but the pleasure building within you. 

You felt your thighs begin to tremble and shake as you drew closer to your orgasm, a sign that Jake had picked up on as well. You could feel him smirking against you again for a brief second before he began fucking his fingers into you harder, faster. His lips made contact with your clit again, alternating between hard, powerful sucking and slow, gentle tracing with his tongue. 

“Shit, Jake, fuck,” you managed to get out before you felt your walls clench around his fingers tightly.

“That’s it, you pretty little thing. That’s my girl,” Jake purred as he continued to pump his fingers into your core. 

He pulled them out of you, leaving your arousal dripping from you. You looked down as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with his mouth before pulling them out with a loud pop. He grinned up at your flushed face, a sense of pride in his eyes as he claimed responsibility for the mess he’d made of you.

He stood to his feet, broad hands fiddling with the belt buckle on his jeans while you tried to pull yourself together as best as you could. His belt hit the floor, the sound of the metal buckle clattering against the hardwood echoing through out the house. Jake shimmied out of his jeans and boxers, kicking them off in a desperate frenzy. He stroked his hardened length, a bead of precum forming at the tip. You smirked at him, swiping the white pearl off the head with your thumb before wrapping your hand around his cock, stroking it with just enough pressure. 

Jake grunted and pushed your body against the wall, causing you to let go of him. He roughly grabbed at your thighs, cupping your ass in his hands as he lifted you up, back firmly pressed to the wall. Jake pushed his tip past your swollen folds, groaning as he felt your pussy stretching around him.

“That’s m’girl, making room for me t’fit, huh?” he drawled, refusing to move his hips until you responded. “So tight, honey girl, you feel so fuckin’ good on me.” 

“Jake, please,” you whimpered desperately, hopelessly trying to grind your hips against him to urge him to start thrusting.

“Mhmm? Can’t hear ya, pretty girl. Speak up,” He teased as he pulled himself out of you slowly, leaving just the tip inside of your pulsing cunt. 

“Please, Lieutenant Seresin,” you whined. 

“That’s better, atta girl,” Jake praised as he thrust his hips forward, his cock pounding into you. 

He began to fuck you rhythmically, his hips moving faster and harder, thrusting deeper each time into you. Your walls began to tighten and clench around him, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades as you gripped him tightly, screaming his name out. Jake let out a deep growl as he pumped into you, a sign you knew meant that he was getting close. The usually mouthy pilot could easily be reduced to nothing but a grunting, babbling, pussy-drunk mess. 

“Fuck, you feel like fucking heaven, feel so fucking good,” he rambled, his thrusts becoming sloppy and erratic as he came inside of you. 

Breathlessly, he pressed one of his palms flat against the wall as you set your shaking legs back down on the floor. His olive coloured eyes blinked twice, trying to pull himself together. Jake reached a hand up, wiping the sweat beads from his brow before raking his fingers over his flushed, rosy face. He looked at you, a glazed expression in his eyes as he admired you. 

“That’s my girl,” he said calmly, smiling blissfully as he put a hand on your cheek. He lovingly stroked his fingers across your flushed, warm skin before leaning in to kiss your forehead. 

“That’s my girl.”

#jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin x you #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x y/n #jake hangman seresin x you #hangman fic #hangman x you #hangman #hangman x y/n #hangman x reader #jake seresin fic #jake hangman seresin fic #jake seresin smut #jake hangman seresin smut #hangman smut

[satocidal]

shoko has impeccable strap game that’s all 🏃🏾‍♀️

I love absolutely everything you say because all of it is so true — but listen this got me thinking, Shoko with a strap-on but subby? Like yk? Like yeah-

Warnings: smut—MDNI—use of pet name (pup, hun, slut); undertones of jealousy; dom! Shoko; AFAB! reader

!!Smut undercut!!

Shoko Ieiri was simply cruel—one hand wrapped around your neck and the other groping your tits, she had your back flushed against her chest.

“Sho’” another whine escaped you—another slap landing swift on your pussy, tears at the brink.

“Awh, you’re gonna cry?” Your face burned at her words as her nimble fingers toyed with folds, swiping ever so slowly and softly at your clit.

“Quite the whiner aren’t ya, slut?” Her expression was cold, calculated—“I wonder if you enjoyed it…whoring yourself out to Gojo,”

Her hand was quick in pushing you on to the mattress, hands tied behind your back minutes earlier—burying your face into the soft mattress.

You could feel her gaze at your exposed ass—your gaping hole—a gasp you let out as you felt something sticky land on your entrance, it felt so dirty.

Her fingers worked quick as they prepared you—pushing deep against your walls—fast, rough.

“You’re so fucking wet already hun, didn’t even need my spit hm?” Her voice was calm, collected—as if she wasn’t just going to use on you her favourite dildo—the one that always made you cry as she made you bounce on it.

“S’too big,” another whine—“Bet you’d have sucked on it hungrily if it were his cock Hm?”

A harsh smack landed on your already reddened ass—another cry you let out.

“Arch your back for me,” a command simple enough and after all the hour long teasing you couldn’t find yourself not complying to the simplest of her orders—so there you lay, face pressed against the mattress, drool coating your mouth—your ass and greedy hole offered for her to use as she willed.

She grinned as she looked at you—all worn out and a panting mess on the bed, drunk off the pleasure she knew only she could provide you.

“Beg me for it, beg for my cock pup,” you groaned again, “please,” you mumbled against the surface, “please please please I- i- need it,”

“Look at you,” she grunted, her strap on slowly sliding into your weeping hole—“So fuckin’ pretty for me, who take cares of this pussy? Who owns it?”

And all you could do was babble incoherent words and nod your head repeatedly—not even able to call her name out as you rode on her pleasure—You can’t think, or feel your legs, your whole body was spasming and your walls tightening around her thick fat dildo.

Another other smack, and again and again until you were a sobbing mess—pussy clenching on her cock as the pain intermixed with your high—“So tight baby,” she groaned—her strap rutting against your hips roughly. And as she continued abusing your sweet spot, her smirk only widened as your body spasmed, her fingers reaching under to you clit again.

You knew you weren’t to cum without her permission- you were her good pup after all—but gods it was getting impossible and she knew it.

“f-fuuck take it, take it, that’s it, cum on my cock pretty—now,” and that was all that was needed before your body shivered, the wave of pleasure pooling deep into your core and washing over you as your mind went blank.

“Good girl,” she would always groan after this- hand reaching out to pull her camera and add another photo to her collection of your ‘fucked out’ faces<3

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[aestheticaltcow]

Feral

MDNI; this is 18+ but not super explicit or specifically Valentine's Day-themed.

Carmy had just gotten home from work.

Walking down the hall to your shared bedroom that night, he ran a hand through his hair before entering. He was exhausted. You were peacefully sleeping. He smiled as he slipped his shoes off, placing them in his designated closet section before slipping into the bathroom. As tired as he may have been, he couldn’t join you in bed smelling like onions and cigarettes.

Carmy slipped on clean underwear before crawling into bed with you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. You stirred in your sleep, incidentally wiggling your ass against Carmy’s crotch. His breath hitched, desire filling his mind. He kissed your exposed shoulder and slipped his hands under your t-shirt, “Carmy?” you stirred as you felt his calloused fingers against your stomach. “Hi baby,” he whispered, kissing your neck. You shivered as his hands traveled up your torso, landing on your chest. Each of his hands cupped your breasts, “Carmy-” you gasped, your eyes fluttering open. “I need you, baby.” Carmy groaned, pulling at your nipples, “I was thinkin’ ‘bout you all day.” you giggled as you moved a hand to the back of Carmy’s neck. He whimpered at the feeling of your nails digging into his skin. 

Carmy rolled onto his back before propping himself up, his legs spread, allowing you to sink into his body. “Take this off,” Carmy begged as he massaged your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers. You giggled and pulled at the hem of the oversized t-shirt you’d worn to bed that night. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy, baby.” Carmy marveled at the fullness of your chest. He ran a hand down your torso to the waistband of your underwear. 

As his hand slipped under the soft cotton fabric, your breath hitched. Carmy played with your clit making you push your hips up. He groaned in your ear, “You like that baby?” you nodded, biting your lip. “Use your words,” Carmy muttered, pushing his hand further into your underwear to collect the wetness he’d created. “Y-yes Carmy-y.” you managed to get out as his fingers found their way back to your clit. Carmy nipped at your neck, making you throw your head back against his shoulder, “F-fuck me already.”

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[konigsblog]

༉‧₊˚. sharpened claws

soap x f!reader ...

kinktober masterlist. (day 10, werewolf)

warnings: werewolf, hybrid, johnny is cruel and brutual, blowjobs, face fucking, hair pulling, spitting, degrading, female and male masturbation.

word count: 3.5k

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Johnny always had to be muzzled when he was in his werewolf form, otherwise you'd be left with bite marks and scratches all over your body.

He hated being muzzled. He despised it. He'd always back away when you attempted to put it around his jaw, growling and snarling at you for attempting to restrict him.

The moon became whole, and he began howling loudly. Any attempt at hushing him was deemed useless as he only continued, ignoring how you barked orders at him.

“Johnny, stop it!” you scolded, grasping at his collar and attempting to drag his heavy bodyweight back into the dog cage. Johnny didn't approve of this. As he snarled, he stood to his full 8ft potential in height, grasping at your poor, innocent body and throwing you to your knees.

He was going through heat, desperate to rut against your precious lace panties whenever he could. It would usually end in him being locked in that god forbid dog cage. He wasn't a dog, he was a werewolf, and he'd make sure you got that through your thick skull by the time he was through with you.

Large, furry paws grasped your hair tightly, angling your chin towards him. His eyes were white with anger and desperation, his hard cock already leaking at the sight of your obedience. Johnny would be taking charge now.

Now that he had you trembling and shaking beneath him, he could have his way, despite how wrong and taboo it felt to be taking his owners role. “When will ye' learn to stop fuckin' orderin' me about?!” his voice was laced with frustration as he grinded his wet, hard heat against your face slowly, rubbing it back and forth as his tip leaked and seeped white, sticky precum.

“Don't'ye want tae make it up tae me, bonnie?” he practically whispered out. The sheer size of him was enough to scare you into obedience, a vulnerable mess beneath the large, soft figure. You nodded, meekly taking his girth into your hand, stroking it slowly while maintaining eye contact with the beast.

“Good lass.” you shuddered at his praise, slowly licking around his head and collecting his arousal onto your tongue. Johnny's breath hitched before it became laboured. The wet sensation of your tongue against his huge cock was enough to have him growling out chants, praising you for listening.

You wrapped your lips around him, slowly easing down. It was hard, a struggle to fit his width into your mouth. Your eyes watered as you felt him hit the back of your throat, the intense grip on your head threatening you to be good for him.

Johnny gradually pushed you down, groaning when your tongue rested flat against his shaft. “Relax tha' throat f'me, princess...” he pushed his broad hips up against your face, forcing his dick further down your throat, gasping when you pushed you to the base. You grasped his fur covered thighs tightly.

God, that worried and petrified expression was to die for. He petted you like an eager dog, chuckling at your suprise. He rutted against your face, panting and growling out as he felt your lips tighten around him nicely. “God,— filthy fuckin' slag, huh? Ain't'cha just a delight?” his pace grew faster as the knot in his stomach began, full and heavy balls slapping against your face occasionally, wet and dripping, his musk prominent.

You babbled out around him, incoherent as he continued to ruin your pretty face. His thrusts grew erratic as he thrusted his erect sex down your wet throat. You fought the urge to sob, but the harsh gags caused tears to stream down your pretty face, your eyes raw as they flowed from your waterline.

A moan left his throat, his heavy ballsack wet from your drool and his pink, thick tip leaking into your throat. Fast and brutual thrusts caused you to panic and attempt to breathe through your nose, his thick fingers pinching your nose to mess with your mind.

“Ye' wanna breathe, aye? Better make me cum then, nuisance.” you choked on sobs as he forced his lengthy size down your throat, not caring one bit about you. He could feel himself getting closer as he rutted harshly into your face, his veiny shaft rubbing against your tongue as he face fucked you until tears.

“Naughty tease.” he spit, a fat glob of saliva landing onto your face. He tugged and yanked at your hair, forcing your head to move at the same rhythm of his hips. “Oh, fuck— God, bonnie–hah... Jesus, I'm gonna fuckin' ruin this throat...” he grew even faster, slamming his cock down your throat before spurting out thick strings of seed.

You gagged on it, it was impossible not to. A sob left your lips as he pulled away, leaving you breathless as he spurted the rest of his load onto your face, covering your face in his thick cum. He grumbled, throwing his head back. Your hands still grasping at his hips and your face ruined with tears. You cried out, your pussy leaking for attention, those pretty lace panties ruined from your arousal.

Slowly, he lifted you into his arms. He held you in his burly arms and pushed your cunt against his face whilst standing up, your hands immediately grasping at his ears as ripped your panties off using his canines. The second he had access to your gorgeous cunt, he was lapping over it, collecting your juices onto his tongue. He made no effort to avoid biting you, instead covering your thighs in bite marks to show dominance and control over you.

He swirled the tip of his tongue against your stimulated and sensitive clit, your stuttered sobs and moans making him chuckle into your sex. “Taste so sweet, mmh', fuck, baby...” Johnny's voice was pussydrunk, drunk and addicted to your sweetness.

The werewolf curled his tongue inside your hole, flicking your clit, his face covered in your slick as you grinded against him, squirting all down his chest. You came with a scream, your core tightening as you wiped your tears with the back of your palm, rubbing your cunt to soothe the sensation rushing through you.

He threw you onto the couch, panting beside you, his fur covered in sweet musk. Your poor pussy was so sloppy for him, he couldn't help but slobber all over your sex until it was covered in his drool.

“Look at yerself, bonnie. A complete mess, huh? Just couldn't help myself, 'm sorry.” brushing the hair from your pretty face, his cum still caught in your hair and running down your cheeks and chin.

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