#cock theft

[vorecaptions]

Metamorphosis part 1

Aaron's father have been grumpy about his age, how his body was getting weaker and not doing as good as before. 

God, that was so fucking annoying having to hear him nagging all day long of how incredible he was at his best. I had no patience to hear anymore of that shit, so I proposed a really absurd idea, he could become one of the subjects of my PhD research on pred's genetics. My family bloodline had not a single predator gene in it so I started making papers to understand how a pred could become one or pass it to their offspring. My research showed that preds genes were highly volatile, making their bodies capable of the most absurd adaptations and, because of it, in need of humongous amount of nutrients to fuel it. Because of this insane genetic adaptability I pondered to be possible to introduce it via transplant of a few cells into a standard man and, in theory, the cells to be able to entangle the genetic structure from host and donor much alike some preds absorb their prey instead of digestion. To do a test however I need a subject willing to risk everything, even this days genetic engineering was a shot in the dark. His father didn't need to be told twice to agree head on.

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The treatment was not so much complex as one would think. All he need to do was getting a sample of preds cells and inject them in the hosts body. Aaron explained that since the risk of unforeseen shenanigans was high they would need to pick an "expendable bit" of his body, one that wouldn't involve too much structural muscle skeletal changes. The locale has been obvious, they would need to use his penis. His dad was reluctant, but agreed saying he didn't use that "shriveled piece of meat in years". The preds cells were from a young donor, a teen yet to have his first feeding. This characteristic was crucial, everything a pred would feed he would also assimilate bits of his preys dna, making his own genetic makeup more unstable in long runs, making them feed more and more to stabilize it as they get older. A small prick on his dad meat and one in each of his small nuts was enough to finish the operation. Now was the waiting game. Two weeks past it, and constant checkups indicated a good integration on both the genetic makeups. Aaron noticed the skin of his dad cock wad getting darker, he recalled the donor was a black teen, perhaps it has influenced throughout the dna intermingle of host and donor cells. The tissues of the genital area did look more tender and firm, the testicles were more round and scans confirmed their changes, they soon demanded nourishment... The rate of development was way quicker than Aaron would've predicted, and it did scare him. He soon realized the quimeric cells made from his experiment would propagate to the rest of the host body. A month later and his dad had been different already, he had way less wrinkles and would talk about how his nuts were churning seminal fluid nonstop. This last bit was expected, the treatment made his cells unstable as a pred, albeit as much as an inexperienced one after his first meals. His father would need constant new genetic mass to surplus his own degrading dna. The problem however was obvious, his dad was not a pred, he did not have their innate biological capacity of swallowing or directly absorbing his preys. That came with yet another conundrum. How in the actual fuck would he solve this problem? Getting dna for him would become a problem, if he gave another genetic makeup it would desistabilize his matrix even more and larges quantities would be required. This situation Aaron resolved fairly easy, he would donor his own dna to his father, since he was made from his seed his genetic makeups were more similar than any. The first "meal" wad quite weird. Aaron could've had done it with any bit of himself, hair, skin, blood. He decided to make his donation with his seed as well, it made sense to him since the central point of the transformation his father had came directly from his genitals, the sperm cells would be much easier recognized.

With a syringe without needle filled with his cum, he inserted in the urethra of his dad eager cock. The thing was hard as steel and Aaron could just see the slit gaping as if it was trying swallow the upper point of the syringe. Slowly he injected the stuff down the schlong, it really looked like gulping its contents, he could see the small bulge following the underside of his dad dick all to the base.

-please son, it was so fucking good, don't more...

His dad looked like a dumb gooner during a edge session, his face in ectasy and his tongue out like a fucking perv.

His administration of dna did wonders to his dad. He looked way livier and showed improved health on his exams. It did however show something unexpected. His father celular degradation slowed down considerably, but by just one exposition to new dna shouldn't have this effect. Only about weeks later would he actually discover what was happening.

By accident would Aaron have checked one of the ip cams he had on his home, the thing malfunction made him have to reinstall the necessary apps for it to work. Curiosity called him to check how weird he'd sound while snoring, that's when he witnessed something that would change everything about his experiment.

His father entered the room while Aaron was passed out snoring. Gently his old man unfurled him from his blankets. His dad would often stay still, frozen when he moved a bit, he was trying really hard to not wake him. When he saw it was safe enough he slowly put his hand inside his sons boxers and took the soft penis out. He took his time looking at the meat. Weighing it in his large hand before he would take his own schlong from his underwear. Through the cam Aaron was astonished about what was happening but the next thing was way off the scale. His dad dick was fattening, engorging as it got hard. It didn't look full hard though, as if a half mast, still flexible. Dad studied his own dick for a bit before he got closer to Aaron. He proceeded to rub his fat gland against his son soft cockhead. It was then that he bit his own hand, like trying to block any sound coming from his mouth and leaning a bit to the side that Aaron could see what he was doing. The fat cock was even more fat, thick, because it was engulfing his own, it was like a snake swallowing another! It was way beyond mere docking with their foreskin, his dick was being devoured by his dad own schlong! God, it was so absurd, and he could even see the thing making sucking, slurping motions as if trying to get more of his meat. Aaron did not know what was happening, but he could see it was affecting his dad, his face strained, eyes closed and his mouth still locked bitting his hand. Few minutes later he saw his cock, now hard, getting even harder against the other engulfing it, his balls retracted and he ejaculated. A soft moan was heard, his dad couldn't control it anymore, the seed his son spurt was injected directly into him through his urethra, his cock was slurping all the contents his balls churned that night, his own testicles were so hungry and he needed something to fill their emptiness.

His dad would not leave until every spurt was drained by his cock, until his victim deflated and dislodged from his pisslit. He would massage his balls and put a face as if tasting something delicious.

Aaron was beyond shocked, but confused as well. He was a heavy sleeper but not enough to have his meat raped and not waking up. Reviewing the records he realized his dad had been doing it for a week.

#cock vore #male vore #cock theft #muscle drain

[sam198]

Chapter One: A Tale of Envy

In the quaint town of Eldoria, where magic and reality intertwined, Sir John and Sam's paths converged in the echoing halls of the mystical training academy. Sir John, a weathered sage with a limp, hairy tail, bore the weight of years etched onto his diminutive frame. In contrast, Sam, the epitome of youthful vitality, stood tall with a clean-shaven, grand tail that mirrored the strength of his well-sculpted physique.

Sir John's aging visage held a map of stories and lessons learned. Liver spots adorned his face, a testament to the passage of countless seasons. His stooped shoulders carried the burden of wisdom, while his thin, cracked lips whispered tales of experiences both bitter and sweet. The tiny, withered balls between his legs told a story of magical reservoirs drained by the sands of time.

On the other side of the spectrum stood Sam, the embodiment of vigorous youth. His chestnut hair framed a face sculpted by divine symmetry, and his hazel eyes sparkled with an energy that seemed to defy the laws of mortality. Broad shoulders, sculpted chest, and arms that spoke of countless hours spent in the pursuit of physical excellence showcased the results of relentless training. His full, plump balls, a source of potent Samen, hinted at a magical vitality that pulsated through his very core.

The academy's training sessions were a stage where Sam's prowess flourished, leaving Sir John in the shadows of envy. Despite years under Sam's tutelage, Sir John's frail form remained untouched by the transformative magic that coursed through the academy's hallowed halls.

One fateful evening, as the moon cast its silvery glow upon Eldoria, Sir John, consumed by envy, hatched a plan to bridge the chasm that separated him from Sam's vibrant existence. This plot would weave a tale of magical exchange, jealousy, and unforeseen consequences.

As the clock ticked towards midnight, Sir John approached Sam in the dimly lit training chamber. The air crackled with a mix of anticipation and a whisper of trepidation.

"Sam," Sir John called out, his voice laden with a rare intensity. "I need your guidance, a special training that only you can provide."

Sam, always eager to help, turned toward Sir John with a warm smile. "Of course, Sir John. What do you need?"

Little did Sam know that this request would set in motion a series of events that would alter the very fabric of their magical existence.

Chapter Two: The Enchanted Exchange

Sam, unsuspecting and benevolent, nodded in agreement. "Follow my lead, Sir John. We'll embark on a unique training journey tonight."

As they settled into the ancient runes inscribed on the training chamber floor, Sam began guiding Sir John through a series of magical exercises. The air hummed with a mystical energy, and the two men immersed themselves in the dance of enchantment.

💱💱💱💱💱💱💱

Unknown to Sam, Sir John had surreptitiously woven a spell into the training routine. As they delved deeper into the mystical exercises, Sir John subtly redirected the magical currents, setting in motion the clandestine exchange he sought.

The first change unfolded in Sam's majestic tail. A subtle shiver coursed through its length as it began to lose its grandeur. Sam, immersed in the magical flow, felt a disconcerting twinge deep within. His brow furrowed as he continued the exercises, unknowingly surrendering a piece of his magical vitality.

Meanwhile, Sir John's diminutive, limp tail stirred with newfound energy. It responded to the clandestine spell, growing more robust and lively. The hairy strands seemed to stand on end, absorbing the magical essence siphoned from Sam's once-grand appendage.

Emotions played across Sam's face—a mix of confusion and slight discomfort. "Sir John, is everything alright?" he inquired, sensing a subtle shift in the magical currents.

Sir John, feigning concern, replied, "Just a minor adjustment, Sam. Keep going."

The exchange continued, the magical energies intertwining in a delicate dance. Sam's tail, once a symbol of his strength, slowly dwindled in size. He began to feel an overwhelming drain, a sense of depletion that echoed through every fiber of his being.

As Sam's tail lost its grandeur, Sir John's frail body absorbed the stolen vitality. The small, limp tail now pulsed with newfound strength, a stark contrast to its former state. Sir John, concealed behind a mask of feigned effort, reveled in the unfolding transformation.

However, the exchange was not without consequences. The drain on Sam's magical vitality reached a tipping point. A wave of dizziness washed over him, and the once-confident personal trainer stumbled. The magical tether between their tails fluctuated, causing Sam to gasp in sudden realization.

"Something's not right," Sam muttered, his voice betraying a mix of confusion and concern.

Sir John, seizing the opportunity, pressed on with the charade. "Just a momentary imbalance, Sam. Keep going, we're almost there."

The chamber pulsated with the ebb and flow of magical currents, sealing the fate of the clandestine exchange.

#body swap #cockshrink #male body swap #bodyswap #toptobottom #reality change #age progress #age regression #cock theft

[maletfwitch]

The Chronivac: Grandpa Howard

Howard was never really tech-savvy given his old age. He wanted to check his Facebook, but his phone had just died, so he decided to try using his grandson’s phone. Since he didn’t know what he was doing, he ended up opening The Chronivac app instead and accidentally transferred his grandson’s muscle to him. With reality changing so everybody but Howard remembered him this way. On top of that, his grandson's knowledge of tech and the Chronivac also transferred to him, so he now knew how to control the app while his grandson seemingly struggled to do basic things on his phone despite his young age.

With his new knowledge, he would soon use the app again but this time to swap cocks with his grandson.

His grandson would wake up with a much older cock with gray pubic hairs and would now have a much harder time getting erect.

While Grandpa Howard on the other hand, no longer had that issue since he now had the cock of a 21 year old and was constantly getting hard however he noticed this cock reacted more to men, luckily he had no shortage of gay men who wanted a taste.

#maletfwitch #muscle theft #grandpa/grandson #chronivac #reality change #cock swap #straight to gay

[once-and-future-alaskan]

Girl bulge (fupa)

#bonus if there is girl bulge (cock) underneath #im like 80% sure im rephrasing a post i saw once but couldn't find anything so sorry for post theft ig #anyway huess what im drawing

[loki1987]

**~* LOKI'S THING OF THE WEEK *~**

Penis theft!

So, it began with this excellent cat;

I needed to know more, right? As I should have predicted, my search lead me to the Malleus Maleficarum, and to this gem;

Absolute gold, I love it. Just imagining myself getting home from work. Feeding the cats. 'Hey babe, have we run out of corn and oats again? I need to feed the penises.' 'Aw, damn! Honey, could you give me a hand? One of the penises has escaped again!' As a trans person, I'd really appreciate this ability. Free-range cock.

Whichever foolish man had offended a witch could expect to become a Medieval Ken doll;

King James may not have believed that witches could actually nick his crown jewels (he thought the devil allowed them to give the illusion that their tackle had been taken), but clearly other people thought they could literally steal cocks. A little sad that it isn't possible tbh.

I also wanted to share this little extra that I found -

I know psychosis can have you belive some pretty odd things (first hand experience 😅), but this sounds *suspiciously* like a way to see someone nude 🧐

#witchcraft #malleus maleficarum #penis theft #Loki's Thing of the Week #free range cock #honey did you feed the penises today? #another random history thing #history #this is educational I swear #medieval

[honestlywtfisgoingon]

GET A LITTLE LOUD. I DON’T MIND.

—WITH GOJO SATORU

REMEMBER: THE CLASSROOMS AT JUJUTSU HIGH AREN’T EXACTLY SOUNDPROOF…

content: teacher!gojo, teacher!reader, husband!gojo, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, semi-public sex, against the wall, over the desk, creampie, gagging, panty-theft, use of names slut and whore, not proofread

notes: i’m back this is crazyyyy!! i literally wrote every other day and thought about posting but i never finished anything and then all of a sudden it’s been years :O and im back w gojo brainrot. p.s. obi content is still coming but u just gotta be patient sorry i literally am so rusty

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“toru! they’re gonna hear you, not me!” you worried your words wouldn’t get past the lewd sounds gojo was making as he rammed his dick in and out of your pussy. he did all this while holding you against the wall of the classroom— where anyone could come in.

“oh, i’m not worried about getting us caught” each of his words was let out between harsh moans, breath heavy as he kept his open mouth pressed against your neck. so he did hear your concern, it just made absolutely no difference to him. there wasn’t even a stutter in his pace, set hard and fast as soon as he slipped inside you only a bit ago.

“then why’re you covering my mouth?” one of his large hands smothered the entire bottom half of your face, but you managed to squeeze your words through the small sliver of space between gojos long fingers just like before.

“because i can actually stop myself from screaming. can you?” he was taunting you, sure, but the truth in it had you blushing. you were a little embarrassed of how easy it was to get a sound out of you. it was hard for you to keep everything in when you were naturally so vocal, and it only got harder the closer you were to coming. satoru always loved the moment he could see your conscious efforts to stay quiet become entirely abandoned in pleasure. once you couldn’t hold back, neither did he, fucking you as hard as he could, until he wrung out every little praise, and whimper, from your pretty throat. when you couldn’t help but shout his name for everyone to hear was his favorite, and he hated having to smother all the noises that always turned him into a horny teenager. he didn’t hold back his own grunts and groans though, letting them out freely in the classroom, which you didn’t think was very fair.

“that’s n-aah!” you couldn’t help but prove him right, a high-pitched moan jumping from your throat when he lifted you up, only to slam you back down where he was waiting to meet your hips a particularly eager thrust of his own.

“mhmm there it is.” he gave a smug little laugh that was always so familiar coming from him. satisfied that he had proven his point, he went back to making sure you kept quiet. instead of using his hands to muffle you this time, he smothered them with his own deep groan through a passionate kiss.

it didn’t help your case that your only response was an increasingly dazed look in your eyes. he clapped a large hand over your mouth again as you clung to him for dear life. your nails scraped at the back of his expensive dress shirt, feeling the muscles of his back react to the sensation. you raked them up to the softly shaved snow on his nape, pushing another groan out of him. only one of satoru’s hands were free, but he was doing the work for both of them. sometimes your husband was gentle and soft during sex— this was not one of those times. there was nothing sweet about how he groped your ass, gripping and kneading at the skin harshly. every so often one of his fingers brushed against your unoccupied hole while his palms spread your ass slightly.

gravity had you feeling like he was fucking his cock into you well past your pussy. you felt a pleasurable shock each time he hit that perfect spot, shooting up your body. how could it not feel that good with the way you met him with every bounce on his pretty cock. you both got closer and closer, but not quite there. you knew from the beginning that would be short, but you two couldn’t resist a quickie. honestly, you couldn’t resist any opportunity to fuck.

the truth is, he meant it when he said he really didn’t care about being caught from all the noise, but he also didn’t like that getting caught meant having to stop before he could make you finish.

even deeper than that desire, the one he didn’t want to admit just yet, was his possessive need. satoru wanted to keep those pretty little screams all to himself. he figured that he was the one helping you make them, he should be the one who decides that only he gets to hear them. people could still know just who was claiming you by his own pornographic professions of pleasure. Maybe he would let you cry out in the end to reward you, if only because he wanted to hear you say his name like you always did.

to get you there, he was going to have to go just a little harder to push you over the edge. chasing both of your highs, he used all that famous speed of his to switch positions and bend you over the desk. it all happened so fast that even if he slipped out, you didn’t feel it.

the new angle already allowed him to go deeper, but it also allowed you to arch your back. satoru didn’t moan, he whined at the sight. he always loved seeing just how far you’d bend for him— literally. it made his cock throb inside of you, the blood pulsing through the veins along his shaft that were making each drag against your walls take you closer to heaven.

still muting you but no longer having to hold you up, he used a free hand to bully your clit as well as your hole. there was so much sap dripping down from your pussy, making the noise that rang out everytime your ass and his hips met even more vulgar. he easily gathered up some of the wet mix of both your juice and his precum on two of his fingers removing his hand from your mouth only to shove his fingers in instead.

“mmm fuck baby, taste yourself. taste us.” you gagged on them, the choking sound canceling out the much louder whines you were about to make.

he desperately tore off his blindfold, shoving it in your mouth as a gag and telling you to play with your pussy. even before his hand could grip your hips though, you were already meeting his thrusts.

he gripped your hips with his large hands, squeezing your body beneath him, “oh shit. yeah yeah please. keep slamming that ass back on me princess. please please please.” he begged as if he was at your mercy, even though his inescapable grip was the only thing keeping you from falling limp. he grit his teeth, feeling you tighten around him. you went from throbbing to squeezing him like a vice as your orgasm suddenly shocked through you. you shook, your knees knocking a bit as you used your last bit of strength to push back on him, feeling as much of his cock as you could while you creamed on it. your eyes rolled back almost like they were compensating for the screams you couldn’t let out.

as sensitive as you were, satoru wasn’t done yet.

“so so close, hold out princess.”

the gag slipped from your slacked jaw, but you bit your lip to stop any noise that came from the sensitivity. you nodded and satoru petted your head and smiled. with just your lip to stop you from making noise and you so close to coming, satoru didn’t give a shit about volume anymore. you were about to let out some of the sluttiest moans like you always do when you come, and he wasn’t gonna miss them for anyone. “You know what? get a little loud. i don’t mind,” just before ramming in so hard that he knocked over the desk. the last of your moans morphed into a panicked scream, mingled with the crash and bang of the desk falling, along with all the objects on it. you were nearly one of those things if satoru hadn’t tightly gripped your hips and your neck, keeping you fused together. so much was happening, but he made sure that you were right where you needed to be for him to pour all his cum inside you. it seemed that after everything, your voice couldn’t handle much more than a little whimper when you felt all his hot, thick cum filling you up. you always tightened your legs out of instinct to hold it all in, and it also helped you keep standing as he shuddered, letting a long stream of broken groans and eventually whimpers just by your ear. he wanted so badly to take his time watching his cum drip out of your hole just to gather every drop not inside you on his fingers and shove it back in. you always begged for his cum huh? he’d be a bad husband if he didn’t give you all of it.

shit. his mind cleared he assessed the damage less than a moment after. even with all this clutter on the floor, at least he didn’t add his cum to it he thought. still, the biggest mess was between your legs, and he couldn’t help but feel a little proud about the two of you.

he immediately picked you up like a ragdoll and sat you down on a desk. you still felt your tongue threaten to loll out but you threw a leg over his shoulder out of instinct, giving him access between your legs to clean up the slick that covered your sex and thighs with his blindfold. it was already covered in spit anyway.

“fuck. someone definitely heard that” he murmured during his rushed clean up.

“who’s fault now huh—“ you were cut off by satoru’s reaction to hearing approaching steps he yanked you forward to button your shirt as you realized the person was running, very, very fast. you were both so relieved that you still had your skirt and he still had his pants on, leaving you one less thing to trip over. while he fumbled with your clothes you zipped up his pants and buckled his belt. gojo had just finished the very important task of checking to make sure no cum was leaking past your panties before yuuji came bursting through the door. you immediately hopped off the desk and smoothed down your hair and your skirt, while gojo tried to pass off his ruffled hair by acting like he’d been running his hand through it.

“hey, are you guys ok? we thought we heard something crash.” yuuji eyes darted to the desk on the floor, completely missing the raging blush on gojos face and the slight wobble in your knees. he opened his mouth to ask only to be shoved through the door when nobara came in hot behind him.

“hey! i thought we were all gonna check it out!” she scolded him with her whines.

“not my fault you’re slow!” he defended.

finally megumi strolled in, looking as nonchalant about the whole thing as he could be, in great contrast to his best friends.

“students!” you turned to satoru as he addressed them enthusiastically, “your teachers were just training and made a bit of a mess.” wow. that excuse just…well it sucks. you almost wanted to roll your eyes but had to do a double take. where did he get his glasses from? when did he put them on? leave it to gojo to keep his accessories on hand. it did help distract from how puffy and pink his lips were as he spoke.

“you were fighting in here?” yuuji tilted his head in question. combined with his big brown eyes, his actions had him looking like a puppy.

“it was impromptu.” you bolstered gojos excuse while trying not to cringe at how bad it was to begin with.

“ooh were you like couple fighting?” nobara jumped in with her question. it seemed she was way too intrigued by the prospect of drama to question how much sense it actually made, and you had absolutely no objections to that right now.

“wait things can get that heated to where you battle??” oh yuuji. he asked as if nobara knew all there was to know about the subject.

“no, no!” you waved your hands frantically, only to be completely tuned out once the two kids entered the mode of conspiracy. they talked lowly but didn’t whisper, as if you couldn’t hear them literally talking about you five feet away.

“i mean they totally look like they got into it.” nobaras chin was between her thumb and pointer finger while her eyes narrowed in inspection, yuuji mimicking her actions. after a second of tapping her cheek, she pointed directly at her sensei, making you and satoru almost jump a little bit. wow you had to get a hold of yourself. “no offense, but you should probably fix your hair.” nobara stated bluntly. gojo pouted. you thought he was adorable but also made a note to compliment his hair later.

megumi had been silent, not even really looking at you or the mess. his eyes just wandered the walls until it seemed like something clicked in his braim. his eyes darted back and forth between you and gojo. suddenly rolling his eyes letting out an exasperated “oh my god,” megumi just dragged a hand over his eyes and his face. he wasted no time turning around and walking away, seeming absolutely done with you two.

he caught nobaras curiosity and had her chasing him out the door and down the hall where you could hear her calling out “hey! hey, fushiguro come back!”

“hey wait what’s he talking about.” yuuji looked increasingly confused as he followed suit.

you almost slumped in relief you were so tired and you had to put effort into standing straight and not just falling into gojo. he looked at your relieved and tired face with a goofy smile. that smile. it disappeared as soon as you started slapping his arm.

“sa-to-ru!” a slap accompanied each syllable. “that was the worst excuse ever! there’s no way they’re not going to figure it out!” your hands kept slapping his bicep, but were just as quick to wrap around it right after. you pressed your cheek against the expensive cotton sleeve as you hugged his arm tightly and pouted just like he did as you looked up.

“c’mon let’s be real here, megumi would rather die than discuss our sex life with his friends. plus, we’re married, princess. i’m pretty sure a husband fucking his wife is like, the least surprising thing ever.” he rolled his eyes as he turned to wrap his arms around your waist, your hands resting on his chest.

“what about itadori? i’d hate for that kid to lose his innocence,”

“innocent? that kid is a self-proclaimed ass man.” taking advantage of the subject, one of satorus own hands came to rest on your ass. you quirked a brow but he pretended not to see your face and just continued, “i also saw a pinup poster in his room,”

“wait, really?” you stopped and shook your head a bit, like it would help you refocus on what you remembered you were talking about, “oh but still, toru, i know they know we have sex but—“

“but what?” he sighed, waiting for your most definitely poor reasoning.

“i don’t know, just” you started blushing and he knew that little embarrassed look. he knew you always liked to play the good girl, to hold on to your pride. if it didn’t make for such a fun game he’d say it’s a total waste of time knowing, without fail, he’d have you on his leash in minutes (literally or metaphorically depending on what your setting allowed). a single long finger tilted your chin up, his face suddenly so close to yours.

“oh you’re not worried about them finding out about my wife being fucked, you're worried about them finding out that she likes to be fucked like a slut.” such crude words came out in delicate breaths that fanned across your face.

“no!” your voice died out instantly when he pulled you a little closer again, your noses now touching instead of just your breath.

“hard enough for the desk to fall and loud enough to scream.” you had had sex minutes ago, and even worse, had almost gotten caught, and yet he was saying and doing everything to make your pussy throb all over again. you were always so easy for him to play with, never offering any real objections despite your attitude. “yeah? you don’t want them to know how desperate you are, how you just couldn’t keep your legs closed until we got home? because that’s all you want, isn’t it.” he whispered in your ear, your eyes fluttering back with chills. the sensation of him placing kisses on your neck brought you back to your senses once again.

“please, as if you didn’t run around the whole school just to say you needed ‘help’”

“and you’re suchhhh a good little helper for me, baby,”, he went to kiss you on the mouth you returned it, but as soon as he deepened it, you pushed him away and he had the audacity to look hurt. you were getting whiplash from having to repeatedly pull yourself together just to fall right into his hands again.

“you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. i swear we almost got caught there’s no way we can go another round. you’re insatiable gojo satoru.”

“mhmm, we both are, mrs. gojo satoru.” he tapped your nose before lowering his voice once again. “so, how bout i take these panties, and we go home when my cum is about to leak past your skirt, huh?”

“fine. deal.” you huffed, but spread your legs quickly. he went on one knee to pull your panties down, enjoying the picture of your pussy and leaving a kiss on your clit which made you hiss, before he had the fabric dropping to your ankles. you stepped out of them and he swiftly pocketed them.

“i love my wifey so much!” he stood up and kissed you with a cute smile as if he hadn’t just shove your panties down his pants.

“that’s good because love you too toru,” you said softly, hands clasped behind your back and rocking back and forth on your heels with a lovesick look like a schoolgirl. honestly, he never stopped making you feel like one.

“aww so sweet.” he tucked a hair behind your hair, sending butterflies past your stomach and to your whole body, but you just knew that wasn’t all. “who woulda thought you were such a whore?” ah, theres your satoru.

“only for you” you patted his cheek jokingly, but he just groaned with his whole body. he had to do things in the most dramatic way possible of course.

“ugh. baby, you can’t just say things like that and then—“

you pushed him off, leaving him, arms still stretched out reaching for you, even after you walked out the door. he looked at the clock before deciding it was max 30 minutes before you asked to go home. you came back in 10.

— bonus:

“well i mean the honeymoon stage is like that, although it’s annoying and gross.” nobara shrugged while still stirring her boba.

“they’ve been married for 7 years. dated for 10.” megumi responded quietly, nobara consequently spewing her drink.

“no way! they act all starry-eyed and all that stuff still.” yuujis own eyes opened wider in surprise

“yeah that’s what i thought too!” it helped nobara that even yuuji had the same idea too. “ugh now that i know they’re just like that it’s kinda gross.”

“wait megumi if they’ve dated for 10 years, you lived with both of them at the same time, right?” both of megumis friends leaned closer to him, eager to hear where yuujis question went, but he didn't even look at them.

“yeah what about it,” he said as nonchalantly as ever. this was a topic he had always made a point never to dwell on.

“so you had to have heard—“

“okay, that’s enough. we’re never talking about this again.” ideas like yuujis were the exact reason why megumi refused to feel his interest. ideas like yuujis made him want to die from remembering just how many times he accidentally heard the two of you…daily.

“yeah gross, good idea.”

“um yeah, you’re right, don’t answer that actually.”

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #gojo #satoru gojo smut #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo smut #gojo x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #yuuji itadori #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk x reader #gojo x you

[rinhaler]

Now,

I don’t know who it should be.

But I need a pervy roommate fic with a JJK man.

It’s so necessary to better our society.

- 🪞

nonnie ur so right and for whatever reason this is screaming choso to me

warnings: 18+ MDNI, virgin!choso, masturbation mention (m + f), sex toy use (m + f), jealousy, panty theft, slight voyeurism?, lovesick choso.

words: .8k

You love Choso, you always have. People often think he’s a loser because he’s so quiet. But you know better. He’s your best friend, after all! You’re joined at the hip, too. That’s why when you got to college, you saw it as a perfect opportunity to live together.

He regrets it, though.

He doesn’t regret getting to spend each and everyday with you. In fact, he hates it when you’re apart. He loves it when you finish classes and come home to study with him, helping you stay focused and on track while you sit beside him.

He loves it when you’re sleepy. You’ll rest your head on his shoulder while you’re doing your coursework or watching a movie together on the couch and drift off to sleep so suddenly. He loves how sweet you always smell when you’re so close to him. Like perfume and chocolate, you’ve always had a sweet tooth.

What he does hate, however, is when you bring guys home.

He can admit, it’s rare. Boys aren’t at the top of your list of priorities, but even you sometimes need a release. What he hates most is the boys that you pick. They’re all useless and never make you cum. Your pornographic moans are as fake as the majority of the videos he sees online. Loud and overcompensating as you pander to the men you bestow the honour of enjoying the heaven he can only imagine between your legs.

Choso is a virgin, but he knows he could make you cum for real.

He knows you fake it because when your partners leave, he always hears the gentle buzz of your vibrator whirring as you sink it between your dripping folds.

And the sound of your real moans are like a symphony. It’s a sound he could recite from memory because he thinks of it so often. He imagines the grey head of your wand harshly vibrating against your clit. He knows it’s grey, because he snuck into your room with the sole purpose of finding it.

Invading your privacy is wrong, sure, but he needed a better mental image of what you do to yourself so that he can imagine it clearly when he gets off. He even tried it himself, teasing his length and his tip until he quickly doused your toy in hot white sperm.

He cleaned it after, of course, but it really gets him off knowing he’s stained your favourite toy, and you use it on yourself almost every day.

He loves how you didn’t question him when your favourite pair of panties went missing. Why would he take them? Well, the answer to that is simple. Because he knew you’d failed to remove them when you masturbated one day and went in the shower right after. The sticky seat of your panties smelt and tasted like heaven.

He came into them again and again and again until he had nothing left to give. You didn’t even blink when you found them in your underwear drawer, fresh and clean, and put them on the very next day.

He wished they were dirty, though. The thought of you walking around all day with his kids rubbing against your pussy lips made him harder than you could begin to imagine.

One day he’ll confess his feelings to you, and you’ll experience all of the love and pleasure he has to offer. But for now, being your perverted roommate is enough. Of course sinking his cock into your pretty cunt would be better than fucking his fist.

But he can’t deny the sick sort of pleasure he gets from you being so clueless.

Clueless about what a perv he is.

© 2023 rinhaler

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[mrwavellswaps]

Wavell’s Curiosity (Poll 1)

Hey everyone! I’ve got a new story in the works right now which should be up in a couple days hopefully. In the meantime however I thought I’d do a little curiosity poll to hear your opinions. I thought it’d be a fun way to be a bit more active if I were to do these from time to time while I’m working on content.

I’ll try and come up with all sorts of different polls and questions to ask for you all to vote on to satisfy my curiosity. I’ll be putting my personal answer in the comments once the poll ends. Can’t wait to see what you all pick! ❤️

#curiosity polls #male transformation #male body part theft #hairy #bear #jock #muscle theft #cock theft #cock swap #ass theft #male attribute swap #male attribute theft #magic

[kingkatsuki]

— bunnies

Don’t mind me, he makes me quite insane.

It’s no secret that Rayne loves bunnies— but most of all he loves the bunnies on your panties.

Pairing: Rayne Ames x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, flashing, cunnilingus, hinted public sex, panty theft. Relationship not specified so can be read as established or a hook up!

Word Count: 1.1k.

Rayne had always liked bunnies.

It’s no secret to anyone, least of all you. It’s why you’re so excited to show him the new piece of clothing you bought with him in mind, just for him—

“Hey, Rayne. Do you like these?” You flip your skirt just enough to show the man the flimsy cotton hidden beneath. He glances over his shoulder before eyes widen large as saucers when he hones in on the pattern that decorates the pink material— cute little white bunnies dotted all over.

Rayne swallows thickly as he turns his body to face you, instantly feeling his cock throb at the sight. Hypnotised for a moment before you stop the show, letting the hem of your skirt swish back into place against your thighs.

“Aren’t they cute?” You coo with a sly smirk on your face, “I bought them just for you!”

He’s wordless. Not even certain he’d know what to say anyway as his heart pounds against his rib cage. Instead, he takes a step closer as he invades your space. Surrounding you in the musky scent of him as he presses you back against a table, caging you in as you stare up at him with innocent eyes— knowing you’re anything but.

“Do you like them?” You tilt your head to the side and he ignores you again.

You’d expected them to rile him up, and they’d succeeded in their job judging by the bulge between his thighs. His cock strains against his trousers as he tries desperately to even out his breathing. You also expect him to chastise you for being so lewd in such a public place, showing off where anyone can see— but nothing could have prepared you for what Rayne did next.

Silently curling his palms beneath your thighs to sit you up on top of the creaky table, spreading your thighs apart as your skirt begins to bunch around your hips.

“They’re cute.” He hums, revealing the bunny panties to his diluted pupils as he drinks you in. Rough palms stroke against the curve of your thighs as he follows a path to your core, kneeling between you as he comes face to face with bunnies.

“W-what are you doing?” You hum, shocked by his forwardness as he admires the sight in front of him. You’d expected the tips of his ears to turn red and his cheeks burn before chastising you for teasing him, to tell you to quit messing around and keep your dignity. But instead he reaches out to touch you— Thumbs delicately stroke the stitching, passing over your outer labia as you sigh in bliss. Feeling your clit throb as he follows the path of fabric, goosebumps sprinkle your skin as thumbs tickle the apex of your thigh.

Rayne’s fingers stroke against the soft cotton so tenderly, tracing each bunny individually. Your breath hitches in your throat when his thumb grazes your clit through the fabric, rolling your hips as you plead silently for contact.

“Pretty.” He hums, following the heat of your slit as calloused pads feel your wetness beginning to seep through the material. Pushing it between your folds to soak it in your slick as you keen at his touch, desperate for more.

But Rayne never indulges your pathetic attempts to rush him, especially not when you’re wearing these. He appreciates that you’ve picked them especially for him, all his. His fingers prod at your entrance through the panties, feeling your walls flutter beneath them as they try to coax him inside. Your cunt throbs from neglect, desperate for some semblance of relief as you spread your thighs on instinct. Hoping the slight change in angle would be enough to get him to move his fingers beneath the soft cotton.

Your eyes nearly roll back into your skull when Rayne leans down to press a soft kiss to your mound, just above your throbbing clit as the most debauched whine leaves your lips— a noise that even catches you off guard when you can’t believe he has you like this with the slightest touches.

You can feel how wet your panties are now, the sopping fabric clings to your sex as Rayne travels lower, pressing another soft kiss to your puffy clit before wrapping his lips around it. Sucking the cotton into his mouth as he hungrily slurps at your cunt, holding your thighs apart to prevent you from clamping down around his skull.

“Rayne, please don’t tease me—” You mewl, hands fisting his hair as you try to push him harder against your slit.

His fingers still poke and prod at your entrance, calloused pads barely grazing your hole as you rock your hips against them. Pathetically fucking yourself on what little he offers you, golden eyes watching intently from his position between your thighs.

It’s deplorable that he has you like this— so close to coming undone having barely touched you. Your entire body feels like molten lava as he continues his ministrations, cotton soaked with spit and slick as you ride his face.

“Fuck, Rayne.” You cry out, practically wailing as your thighs hang over his shoulders, “I’m close.”

His thumbs press against your pelvis, increasing the pressure as the coil inside you is dangerously close to snapping. His tongue constant against your clit as he wills you to come undone, to drench the fabric with your release.

“Oh, fuck.” You whine, your tight hole clenches around nothing as you feel yourself succumb to euphoria, the pleasure consuming you whole.

“Cum for me.” His low voice vibrates against your clit, the sound has you meeting your release with a pathetic whine of his name. Toes curl inside your shoes and your hips jerk roughly as you feel the coil inside you snap and you let the waves of pleasure surge through you like a freight train. His strong hands hold your hips steady as he helps you ride out your release, the flat of his tongue presses against your clit as you heave a sigh of relief, “Good girl.”

It’s barely thirty seconds later when Rayne’s fingers curl into the elastic of the panties, tugging them down your thighs as he watches the way the fabric tacks to your skin, swallowed by your folds as he languidly pulls it away. Silvery wisps of your slick cling to the fabric as they break off against your skin, leaving evidence of your climax against the crotch as he pulls them over your feet— your shoes still perched on your feet as he dangles the cute bunny panties in front of you like he’s been awarded some sort of prize.

“Real cute.” He hums, his fingers stroke through your wet slick that dampens the crotch before he slips them into his pocket without another word.

If only you’d known this was how easy Rayne Ames was, you would’ve shown him your bunny panties a long time ago.

Rayne Ames has always liked bunnies.

But most of all he likes the bunnies on your his panties.

#Rayne Ames smut #Rayne Ames x reader #Mashle smut

[frogchiro]

Huh… I’ve always imagined Graves as a coyote or dingo. 😂 I imagine him and silver fox Makarov just snapping jaws and fighting each other for pretty kitty reader. Makarov just thinks Graves is no better than those mindless mutts while the latter just thinks he can definitely provide better for the pretty kitty. It doesn’t help that both chase after, in a competitive manner, kitty reader at nights on the field or around the barn before the dogs takes notice.

Oh yeah they are awful, territorial shits and while both are wild hybrids they still butt heads like crazy😭

Makarov sees in Graves just another stupid mutt who thinks only with his dick, that the only thing on his mind is to spread his seed, breed you with a litter and then off to another adventure while Phil is convinced that Vladimir would never be able to provide for you as well as he could. While similar in size, the coyote is stockier and stronger therefore he could withstand everything the wild would throw at him while Makarov only results to theft and trickery >:(

And yes the chasing is the worst :(( Saliva dripping from their mouths, sharp fangs on display and their cocks hard and leaking as they chase the poor Kitty all around the fields in the dark of the night, laughing and snapping their jaws at the yowls and noises their girl makes as she tires to run as fast as she can but little does she know that it actually turns them on even more :((

Their hormones are raging, testosterone is through the roof and every instinct of theirs is taken over by the primal need to catch the escaping female, make her all nice and soft and submissive before stuffing her full of their knots and spurting all that thick cum inside her, is that so much to ask?

Unfortunately for both Philip and Vladimir, the commotion woke up both Soap and Ghost who came barreling forward after them, barking, growling and yelling their heads off ad chasing the wild hybrids away; Simon's maw almost chomping down on Philip's tail, that fucking bastard.

And now both the coyote and fox were chased from the farm, now having to watch from the outside while panting and catching their breath as the big guard dogs check on you and herd you away back to the barn while Graves and Makarov are left in the middle of the night tired with wounded prides and aching cocks </33

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #hybrids au #hybrid au #cod x reader #cod mw x reader #philip graves x reader #graves x reader #vladimir makarov x reader #makarov x reader #philip graves #vladimir makarov #vladimir makarov cod #makarov cod

[bunniehrtz]

“Touch me while your bros play grand theft auto” with Abby 😵‍💫😵‍💫

cw: cockwarming, titplay, risky business in front of your friends

i need to re-listen to the anthology

they’d been playing for hours. all 6 of them. abby, manny, owen, mel, nora and leah. you didn’t want to join in, you didn’t care about this game. didn’t see the appeal. however, you saw the appeal in abby’s arm wrapped around your shoulder, your head against her chest. you were getting restless and needy, as always. abby notices. she puts the controller down, everyone turning to look at her. you and abby were on an armchair, manny and leah on a sofa and owen, mel and nora on a duvet on the floor. “one second, just gotta do something,” abby says, picking you up to place you on her lap. you’re cuddling under a blanket, now feeling incredibly grateful. you gasp lightly as the bulge you’re sat on top of. your eyes go wide, looking up at abby. she smirks, picking the controller back up. you sink back down onto her chest, trying to ignore the ache in your core.

“anyone else want to play?” she asks, your eyes almost perking up at the question. manny takes the controller from her, everyone gazing at the screen, or their phones. her hands grip your hips, clearing her throat as she leans in to whisper in your ear. “don’t make a sound,” she bucks her hips up gently. your eyes shut at the feeling, biting down on your bottom lip. you hide your face in the crook of abby’s neck. leah spots this from the corner of her eye, furrowing her brows at you. “she’s okay, tired,”

abby says for you, and she looks back at the screen. abby lifts your hips up gently, pulling her silicone cock from her sweatpants. she leans back in. “you’re going to sit on this dick until i tell you to get off. okay, baby?” she orders, you nod immediately. abby peels off your pyjama shorts and your underwear, pushing you back down on her dick so, very gently. you have to bite down on abby’s shoulder to stop a moan escaping your mouth. the feeling of your teeth on her skin makes abby gasp and she quickly covers it with a cough. you let out a tiny giggle that forces abby to push you down. “abby!” you scream. you cover your mouth quickly, looking over your shoulder at everyone. no one even looked. “naughty girl,” she whispers, her hands coming off and out of the blanket, now behind her head. your eyes roll back, the sight of her toned biceps forcing you back into hiding.

minutes that feel like hours pass until abby’s hands snake back under the blanket, making their way past your hips, where you expected them to stay, up into your shirt. she starts kneading, groping your tits while maintaining a conversation like it’s nothing. her calm, soft face drives you crazy. you look up at her, trying to get her attention. nothing. your bottom lip stuck between your teeth, you can’t dare open them. your breathing is heavy and if anyone were to turn around they’d see you both moving up and down with each breath. each soft whimper that leaves your mouth is punished by a pinch to your nipple, only almost forcing another out. “so needy. just wait until everyone’s asleep and i’ll fuck you so good, baby. gotta wait for it.”

#the last of us #abby anderson #tlou #abby tlou #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson tlou #abby the last of us #abby anderson x reader smut #abby anderson smut #abby anderson the last of us 2 #abby x reader smut #the last of us abby #tlou abby #abby x you #abby x reader #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson the last of us #the last of us smut

[batfleshh]

Ok but,,,, bandit!reader who’s touch starved and just melts when cowboy!price touches him, even if it’s not the friendliest type of touch

Cowboy!Price X Bandit!M!Reader

!! NSFW WARNING, not proofread, cws at cut!!

Cowboy!Price who gives you a slap on the wrist for some of the minor things you do that get reported by to law, like stealing or scams. Most of the time he’ll explain that you’re too slippery to catch, but he’ll get you next time! But he knows in the back of his mind just how he’ll take care of you never learning your lesson. This man just can’t bring himself to punish you, the most he’ll do is not let you bounce on his cock. But if it is more extreme, like full blown horse theft or assault, he’ll make sure you know to change your behavior when he’s done with you.

Bandit!R who never learns when he gets in trouble, only pouting at the way Price warns him about it every single time. But sometimes when he resorts to his more extreme punishments, you’ll be put in your place for a while. One of the main things he’ll do is just, not touch you when you’re both alone. After a long day of playing cat and mouse for the authorities, he’s fed up for how much of a fool you actually take him for when you’re out getting away with things. Sometimes you just forget who owns who in this relationship, and you forget to ask when your mind needs to be reset.

Cowboy!Price who uses your neediness against you, resulting in your mind slipping into a more submissive headspace when you’re both alone. He likes when he’s in control, keeping up this whole “authority figure” feeling kind of makes him feel more powerful when he’s around you. He loves how much you try to earn his praise and affection, even resulting in not giving you any kind of affirmation for days on end just to watch you melt when you receive it. It’s a weird, sadistic pleasure of his, but he can’t help himself.

Bandit!R who whines for Prices attention, doing whatever you can to get that man to give you the simplest of praises when you’re with him. You’re not sure what kind of spell he has over you, but the feeling you get when his kind words and showings of affection hit, it you makes you feel euphoric. You need him to know how good you can be, and you need him to know how willing you are for him to know.

cw!! for small boot stuff, needy reader, praise, degradation n name calling, spit as lube, unprotected sex, sub!bottom reader, dacryphilia, blowjobs, cockwarming, affirmations and aftercare bc I’m a sucker for a happy sub im sorry guys :(

You’re stationed on your knees in front of John, your hands fidgeting as you wait patiently for his orders. Your mouth feels dry as you swallow for what feels like the millionth time, staring up into his dark eyes as you watch the gears turn in his head. He nods his head at you in confirmation, you immediately reaching your hands up to unbuckle his belt. You whine as your eyes trace the outline of his hard on before your hands get to, quickly moving to pull down his undergarments. You grab at his cock slowly, licking at the tip with your tongue. The taste of the pre leaking from his tip is enough for your mind to start to fog up, immediately forgetting everything that has happened that day, or between you two in the past for that matter.

Price groans as you slowly start to take his length into your mouth, knowing full well you won’t stop yourself until you reach the bushel of hair that rests on his pelvis. He lets you do what you want for right now, letting you slowly sink into your own headspace. His foot slowly inches forward, the toe of his boot nudging against your own excitement in your pants. You moan at the feeling, unknowingly moving your hips to grind against his boot. You try to stay focused on sucking him off, your hands coming up to rest of his legs for support. You make eye contact with him, batting your eyelashes at him.

“You’re already so excited for me, boy. Wonder how eager you’ll be to take this inside you, hm?” He talks to you with a rough edge to his voice, chuckling at the dumb look you’re giving him. He finds it so cute when you decide to let go of your tough personality only when you’re beneath him. “Tsk, wonder how I got lucky with such a floozy.” He spits down at you, his harsh words only egging you on more to do better, choking slightly on his cock as you begin to suck on him faster. Price lets out rough noises as he grabs at the back of your head, shoving your mouth onto his cock. He releases down your throat, smirking at the way you cough and gag, his release dripping from your tongue when he pulls out of your mouth.

Tears prickle in your eyes at his lack of words, trying to cover up the way his lack of praise is affecting you. You watch as his hand gives his cock a few lazy strokes, thinking to himself. “Get up on the bed, boy.” He orders you, watching as you scramble to kick off your pants and lay on your back on the bed, a white dress shirt the only thing lingering on your body when Price moves up to you. “Already know what position I like ya in, huh whore?” He sneers at you, a mock disgusted tone in his voice. You can only nod, tears still brimming in your eyes as you look up at him, his hands moving to pull your hips against him. John wastes no time in spitting on his fingers, wanting to be nice enough to prep you.

As he slides his fingers into you, you try to distract yourself from the dull pain of them entering you. Your breathing begins to slowly pick up, searching around for something to comfort you. You whimper as you grab for his free hand, squeezing it. Rather than him pulling away, Price moves his hand up to your chest, playing with the closed buttons on your shirt. You pout at him, his hand then moving to your face. His thumb caresses your bottom lip, watching your mouth open with a small moan as he continues to work you open with his fingers. He pushes his thumb into your mouth slowly, watching as saliva that was previously pooling in your mouth is now escaping onto his thumb. He doesn’t mind it, almost getting off to how gone you looked, how much you seemed to trust him in this moment.

He slowly removes his fingers from your entrance, removing his thumb from your mouth and giving his cock a few good strokes. You whimper embarrassingly loud as he pushes his tip into you, beginning with slow, but fair thrusts. You’re still not completely satisfied, whimpering more from the praise he’s withholding from you. He notices this, smirking to himself when he pushes his cock further into you, watching as your eyes shoot open. With the water brimming in your eyes now slowly falling down your cheeks, you begin to whine, trying to keep yourself together. Trying to keep your composure, in order to feel like you haven’t failed him.

But instead of a harsh reaction, you feel warm, gentle hands caressing your thighs. You sniffle as you wrap your legs around his waist, gentle sobs leaving you as you try to keep it together. Price coos at you, finally deciding to let you have a nice time. He moves his hands up to grab at yours, putting them on his shoulders. “Thas a good boy, fuck. Such a good damn boy f’me.” He curses into your ear, fucking into you faster. The praise makes you lose your mind, your cock leaking onto your stomach as an orgasm builds up inside you, your breath quickening. Price feels your hands dig into his back slightly, groaning at the way you’re just so desperate for him. He picks up the speed of his thrusts, watching as tears stream down your face, saliva leaving your lips as you begin to babble out words.

Price can only hush you, kissing lightly at your freshly tear stained cheeks. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” He praises you, grunting as he feels his own orgasm building. You begin to whine and moan louder, your own release building up with his. John moves one of his hands down to stroke at your leaking cock, soft kisses being planted on your lips as he does so. The whole thing is making you crazy, and the sweet noise you make when you cum on his hand is enough to make him slam his hips against yours, releasing inside of you. He collapses on top of you, rolling onto his back and keeping his cock plugged into you. He lets you keep his cum inside you for now, making a mental note to give you a good cleaning later. He finally wraps his arms around you, the feeling making your body feel like mini explosions.

You smile tiredly as you nuzzle up into his neck, a blanket being pulled up to cover the bottom half of your slowly. You whimper gently as Price whispers sweet word into your ear, keeping you feeling happy with his word of praise. “There’s my good boy.” He says to you softly, kissing away at your face. Sure, the dynamic you and Price display is fun. But when you’re cuddled up close to him, feeling his warmth again yours, you sometimes wish this was all this was. But for now, you keep that to yourself, resting your head on his chest or neck. You would love to stay like this forever.

~ ★

It’s currently 3:42am and I’m tired as shit, gn mwah

Tags: @rodolfoparras hi :3 <3

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[buckets-and-trees]

Sweet, sweet Aspen. You have been a very bad girl. This soft!dark guy, your boss, caught you doing something wrong—something that could easily get you fired—but he decided maybe, jussst maybe, he should keep your indiscretion, and your resulting punishment, between the two of you. After all, he’s been dreaming about filling you with his cock for ages 😏

(I picked this GIF because it looks like he’s saying, “On your knees.” lolll)

well, dearly beloved sister ho, you know we were thirsting over a particularly ... inspiring gif.

I don't think you anticipated your ask to spawn THIS, but... here we are! THANKS FOR POPPING MY ANDY CHERRY!

Fandom: Chris Evans Characters Title: I'm Your Man Characters/Pairings: soft dark!Mafia!Andy Barber x female!reader Word Count: 3k

Summary: You've spent weeks working to pull off the perfect night for Andy Barber's big charity event. A rush job, but you worked meticulously and diligently over six weeks to coordinate the biggest event of your career to date. You weren't the only one with a plan for the night.

Content Warnings: extortion, explicit smut, DUBIOUS CONSENT, spitting, oral - male receiving, spanking, vaginal intercourse, breeding kink, unprotected sex

Logistical Notes: A NAUGHTY submission @the-slumberparty's Naughty or Nice challenge. Prompts incorporated are in bold.

Additional Notes: I didn't want to write a summary. There's only enough plot here to smut you up. Dividers by @rookthornesartistry and @firefly-graphics.

You sit up straight when you hear the door to Andy’s home office open behind you.

“Thank you for waiting for me,” he says as he strides across the room and takes a seat in the leather executive desk chair.

“Yes, of course, Mr. Barber,” you reply. Every part of your body is tired – tired in a good way from the long day of work – so you were eager to get home, soak in your tiny tub, and crawl into bed for the rest of the weekend, but it hadn’t been an incredible inconvenience when he’d asked if he could speak with you before you left.

“Tonight was exquisite, you did well,” he doles out the praise, and you try to quell the blooming in your chest. In the six weeks working with Andy Barber to plan the charity event you’d just executed for his foundation you had seen that he wasn’t one to casually compliment, hard to impress. You had taken more and more satisfaction out of each meeting, email, or text exchange as you consulted and then presented him with options for the event when he had fewer and fewer notes, knowing you had cracked his taste and gained his approval. He’d been your toughest client to date, but by far one of the most rewarding as he had excellent taste.

“Nearly perfect,” he adds.

Your smile falters ever so slightly, and suddenly your chest floods with a chill. “Nearly perfect? I’m sorry, sir, what didn’t live up to your expectations?”

This was far from your first event, you had built an incredible portfolio over the years, and you knew you were finally ascending to be one of the best event coordinators on the eastern seaboard – you had received an email request from a goddamn Vanderbilt to plan a wedding for them in a year and a half that you were going to respond to and accept in the morning. You weren’t arrogant, but you’d worked damn hard and knew you were good.

“You.”

Your breath catches in your throat. “I – what?”

“Only one misstep tonight.”

Your brain flies back through the evening, reviewing every moment, raking through trying to determine what you could have possibly missed.

“I’m very particular about what belongs to me, and I cannot abide theft.”

Your jaw drops.

“Empty your bag.”

Now your whole body is buzzing with incredulity. You shake your head.

“I know what’s in there.”

You almost didn’t take this job when it landed in your lap. He was the reason you knew you should have said no. There were whispers about his reputation, his real businesses. But you took the initial consultation because the pitch was more money than you’d made over the last three years. Then when you’d met him, he’d been so normal, so nice, maybe a little charming, and up until this moment you had convinced yourself there was no way any of those rumors had been right.

But before you even put your hand in your bag, you knew you were wrong to have thought he wasn't all those awful things.

Not one, not two, but three Rolex watches nestled in the bottom of the main pocket. Watches you'd never seen - wouldn't even have known where to find them.

You scoop them out and drop them on his desk, eyes burning with tears. “Why?”

“Yes, why? I was already giving you a fat paycheck. What a shame when I had just given your name to the Vanderbilts’ social secretary for their son’s wedding a few days ago, I’ll have to reach out and let them know.”

“No,” you breathe.

“I’ll have to discreetly let everyone in my network know it’s better not to invite someone in their home with such light fingers.”

Your breath hitches and your hand flies to your mouth to stifle an almost sob, trying to hold back the onset of tears. “Andy, no, please.”

His smile softens. “There we are,” he coos, “you finally called me Andy like I’ve told you to so many times.”

He leans forward resting his arms on his desk.

“Now, if you go upstairs, be a good girl, put on what I left for you in my room, and wait for me, maybe I can make all of this little misunderstanding go away.”

His steel blue eyes are hard, they demand an answer.

You cock your chin up wishing you could say no, wishing you could even scowl at him, but aside from the heat and hurt in your eyes, you know you can’t do anything more without risking further ruin, so ultimately you let your chin drop and nod, resigned to the impossible power this man wields.

“Now we’re back on track for a perfect night, sweetheart. I’ll be up soon.”

You don’t know how long he makes you wait, using the promise of soon as another show of his power, but long enough that your knees hurt from sitting back on your heels in a submissive, kneeling position with your head lowered, hands folded in your lap, and back to the door as the card in the white box left for you had instructed.

Also in the box had been a set of exquisite black lace and silk balconette bra and cheeky underwear. That they fit you like a glove had been both humiliating and alluring.

Even though Andy was the reason you almost said no to the job, even though he was the humiliating reason you were in this position – extorted into a nearly naked state, no question of what was to come – he was also the reason you took the job.

Dread pooled in your stomach, but along with the dread and humiliation, there were rivulets of shameful desire.

You had taken the job for the money and for how quietly charming he had been. He had never outright flirted with you, but he always left you with the question of whether he was. You worked hard for him because it felt good to win his approval. He praised you and you had preened under his intense blue eyes every time. You had forced yourself to keep everything professional.

All for nothing since you were in the farthest position of professional now.

When you finally hear him enter the room, your sit up straight again.

He tsks and says, “Head down, sweetheart.”

Andy comes around to stand in front of you. You see his perfectly polished shoes, the perfectly tailored trousers. His hand moves to your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him. He runs his thumb over your lips, circling them.

“Open your mouth,” he says.

You do.

He leans closer, then spits in your mouth, and you blink in surprise, a surge of humiliation running through you, but his grip on your jaw is powerful, so you don’t move away.

“Close your mouth but don’t swallow.”

He moves back from you then, and he begins to silently undress. He had already taken off his jacket, but he doesn’t hurry as he unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt, the buttons down his chest, and then shrugs it off his shoulders. He places it nicely on a plush armchair on the side of the room. Next he sits on the edge of the bed and removes his shoes and socks.

The way he doesn’t watch you but does all of this in your line of vision, knowing you have to watch, is another move meant to communicate who is in control of this situation. Still holding his saliva on your tongue is starting to become uncomfortable. Your instinct is to swallow, but you don’t know what disobedience may mean with Andy, so you fight the urge, not wanting to tempt any more of his darkness.

He stands and takes the shoes and socks to a large closet off to the side of the room, and when he returns, he stands directly in front of you again, takes your jaw in his hands again.

“Show me,” he says.

Your eyes watch his face you open your mouth, showing him the pool of saliva.

“Good fucking girl,” he murmurs. You hate the small bloom in your chest those words immediately invoke again. He spits into your mouth for a second time, then with a caress that is too tender he urges you to close your mouth. “Swallow.”

You do.

Andy unbuckles his belt, unbuttons the top of his fly, then unzips and pushes down the waist of his trousers with his briefs, and reveals his hard cock for you.

He’s big.

You had gotten yourself off to the thought of him a few of times late at night alone in your bed, most recently a few days ago, and you hated that you had since you were now here like this, forced on your knees in front of him.

Your core is pulsing with heat at the sight of him though – bigger than you had fantasized, and bigger than any man you’ve been with previously. You know he’ll fill you in a way that will ruin you for other men. You want and dread it.

“Take me in your mouth, sweetheart,” he commands.

Instead of forcing his cock into your mouth, this is more possessive, having you submit yourself to pleasing him of your own accord. You know every way he’s manipulating you.

“If I have to tell you one more time,” he trails off, leaving the end open for your imagination.

You plant one hand softly on his hip and wrap your other hand around his shaft, leaning forward to take him in your mouth. As you push forward, he groans. He won’t hold back when he’s pleased with you – he never has, he knows it affects you. His hands go to either side of your head. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.”

You do as he says, sucking him, bobbing up and down his length, and for a while he lets you control the speed and the depth, but his hands let you know he can and will control this when he wants to. After the first couple of minutes, he makes this clear when you push back to take a breath and wipe the mix of your spit and his pre-cum dripping out of your mouth and his hands firmly prevent you from moving off him. Instead, he pushes you down slowly – more slowly than you had been pumping – and doesn’t stop until your nose hits his lower abdomen. You try to push against his hips, and he pushes his hips forward with you still anchored on his dick. Your eyes well up.

“So pretty,” he says, “imagined you like this, but you’re more gorgeous than I thought you would be.”

Something in your chest melts. You wish he wouldn’t say things like that. It makes you weaker – weaker for him. He pulls back just an inch or two, then pushes his length into your throat again.

“That’s it, sweetheart, my perfect fucking girl.”

You whimper, and the tears spill over.

His right hand moves away from your face and around behind him. He’s quick, and when you can see his hand again, it’s to discover he’s taken his phone out of his back pocket. He takes photos of you, angling the phone a few different ways. Then he tosses the phone onto the chair where he’d laid his shirt.

Then he resumes his small, concentrated rutting, only easing out just enough to make the thrust back in worth it for him. As he does, he groans, swears, wipes tears from your cheeks, and the moment before it’s too much, he finally pulls you off him.

You fall forward, gasping for deep lungfuls of air, but he’s already putting a hand under your arm and hauling you up.

“Get on the bed,” he instructs, man handling you with surprising ease, doing most of the work your weak and aching legs can’t do to hoist you up onto his Alaskan king bed.

He’s immediately up as well and behind you, the last of his clothing stripped off. His fingers quickly undo the clasp of your bra and pull it off your shoulders and toss it away. He pushes you forward, toppling you down to the mattress. He slaps your ass, and you gasp and jerk. He brings his hand down on your round flesh again, with another sting, but the second one has you moan, and he lets out a satisfied, “Yes,” before giving you a third slap, the hardest, and you moan again, but this one more guttural, and you’d be mortified if you weren’t shocked over the way it translated to pleasure so quickly to your brain.

Then he yanks the lacy underwear roughly down and off your legs, tossing it away as well. He pushes between your legs behind you, splitting your legs open, and his fingers seek your cunt.

He hums in approval, “So wet for me. Ready for me.”

You huff and pant.

He leans over your back, pressing you down into the mattress. “Are you eager for me?”

“Andy,” you whine.

“Say it and I’ll fuck you good, sweetheart.”

You don’t want to. You bury your face in the covers.

He slaps your ass again, and you yelp.

“Admit you want me to fuck you.”

Another slap.

Another.

“Yes,” you finally concede.

“To breed you.”

You gasp, but he’s already hauling you further up the bed, and he drapes himself over your back, arms caging you in on either side of your body. His legs push yours apart as he leans down to press kisses over your shoulder blades, at the base of your neck, along your spine. He uses one hand to guide the thick head of his cock to your leaking entrance. He doesn’t care to stretch you. “Take me in your cunt, sweetheart, it’s mine.”

The only mercy is that he slots himself in slowly.

You press your hands up against the headboard and concentrate on taking deep breaths, on trying to relax your walls completely, because he’s entering you, in you, filling you, unrelenting invasion and it’s pleasure and pain and too much and not enough because every moment of more fullness is exquisite and you can’t even think about holding back the sound he’s pushing out from your diaphragm, up your throat, and out of your mouth, because that’s how it feels as he's filling you.

Once’s he’s fully inside of you, he presses his mouth right next to your ear. “I’m going to fill this pussy with my seed.” He anchors one hand on your hips, then begins pull out, only so he can start thrusting back in. “I want everyone to know who you belong to.”

You’ve never had an orgasm only from vaginal penetration, but the way he fills you as he fucks you, and at this angle, making you almost forget to keep breathing, you wonder if this is how you’ll go, strung out as his cock punishes you with the pleasure, but then his hand works around beneath you and his fingers quickly find your swollen and aching clit. You cry out, and one of your hands reaches back to cling to him, fingers clutching into his hair. He nips at your neck, chuckling darkly.

“My pretty girl, my good girl, taking my cock so well, you close?”

An immediate, “Uh huh,” is all you can manage.

“Then let go,” he commands, pinching your clit harshly.

You see stars, and you cry out for him.

Hearing you scream his name and feeling you clench around him is all he needs, and he pumps his cum into you, saying more dirty, filthy, possessive things, but you don’t know what the words are, because you’re completely lost to coherency.

He sinks his full weight on top of you when he’s completely spent.

Both of you are silent while you come down, heartrates returning to normal.

You wait for him to say whatever he’s going to torment you with next, but he doesn’t speak.

After more long moments, he finally pushes up enough to turn you from your front to your back. He cups your jaw again and strokes his thumb over your cheek. Your breath hitches at the intimate gesture in the aftermath.

“Aw, why are you crying now, sweetheart?”

No, you didn’t want more tears, and not these - the soft tears. You try to look away, but he forces your face back to look at him.

“I would have slept with you if you’d asked, Andy, why did you have to do it like this?”

“Because this is so much more than that, sweetheart. I didn’t want to just sleep with you, and I needed you to know from here on out that you’re mine. I own you. I’m very particular about what belongs to me. I didn’t want you to have any illusion that there’s a choice here.”

He brushes the tears off your cheek.

“I’ll have my men move your things here in the morning, and we’ll elope in a few weeks. I’m closing the deal on a resort in Lake Como, doesn’t that sound perfect? We’ll tie the knot and then spend our honeymoon there – we can stay all summer if you want.���

You hesitate.

“No one else is gonna take care of you like I do. Now I asked you, ‘doesn’t that sound perfect?’”

“Yes, Andy,” you whisper.

“Of course, it does.” He finally kisses you – and it’s dangerously soft. Warm lips engulfing yours, insistent, sucking your bottom lip between his. You whimper, and he licks his tongue into your mouth, lapping you up. He rolls over with you, putting him back on the mattress with you on his chest. He holds you pressed to him with one hand, the other hand securing your head so you can’t escape his kiss until he’s done kissing you.

It isn’t until you think you might pass out from how breathless you are that he finally breaks off the kiss. He shifts his pelvis up against you, his cock hardening again. “And I was serious about you carrying my child. But first you’ll ride my face until I’ve made you cry for a good reason, and then I’ll fill you up with more of my seed. You’re not leaving this bed the rest of the weekend.”

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[kingkunigami]

— pretty

Ness would do anything for Kaiser, but little did you know he would do anything for you too…

Warnings: 18+, dub-con (reader consents but it’s never explicitly asked/stated), coercion, semi-public sex, panty theft, mentioned m!masturbation.

Pairing: Kaiser Michael x Ness Alexis x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.2k.

“You ever seen a pair of tits, Ness?”

Being with Michael Kaiser you were used to his rather blunt and straightforward nature, but even this question caught you by surprise as your eyes snapped towards the sweaty man standing by his locker in the changing rooms.

“Uh—” The poor man looked mortified as he kept his hand on the door to his locker, trying not to look back between you and Kaiser, “I— what?”

It wasn’t unusual for Ness to see you in the locker rooms after training or a big game, whether you’d be waiting for Kaiser to finish his shower or dragged into it yourself it was almost like a game ritual at this point. Even if after all this time he was still nervous to so much as take his shirt off in front of you— a fact that Kaiser would tease him relentlessly over. Which is why when Kaiser asked Ness if he wanted to see your breasts right now, you thought it was another one of his explicit jokes.

“Do you want to?” Kaiser didn’t wait for an answer, calloused palms already sliding beneath the oversized football shirt you wore emblazoned with his name on the back.

“Michael,” You hissed, giving your boyfriend a pointed look before glancing towards a shameful looking Ness. His cheeks tinged a bright red as he focused his gaze directly towards the ground, “You can’t just ask him that.”

“Why not?” He gave you a smug grin, his chin glistening from the mess of your sparkly lipgloss as his thumbs brushed the underside of your bra, “It’s a valid question.”

“You’re making him uncomfortable.”

“Nah, I’m not,” Kaiser looked over at his teammate, “Ness, are you uncomfortable right now?”

“N-no.” Magenta eyes glanced towards Kaiser before shaking his head.

“See,” Kaiser bobbed his chin, “He’s fine.”

“It’s because he doesn’t want to disappoint you.” You rolled your eyes.

It was no secret to anyone that Ness would do anything to please Kaiser, which is why when you’d first started dating him you’d suspected the smaller man may even have a crush on him. Something that Kaiser vehemently denied as he brushed all of your worries away, “have you not seen the way he stares at you when you’re with me? He’s got a fat crush on you, not me. I caught him staring at your ass last week when you were wearing that skirt I like.”

But ever since that conversation with Kaiser you’d begun to notice the way that Ness would stare over at you when he thought no one else was watching, noticing the slight pink tinge to his ears whenever you’d catch him and he’d quickly look away.

There was a particular evening that you remembered where Kaiser had scored the winning goal (thanks to Ness) and declared you his prize, stripping you in the locker rooms as he carried you towards the showers to celebrate. After your romp you’d noticed the magenta panties you’d been wearing that evening were nowhere to be found. And unbeknownst to you, Ness had fisted his cock with the lacy fabric outside the shower stalls as he listened to your sultry moans, thinking about how your pretty cunt would feel wrapped around his cock.

When you’d told Kaiser about it, he told you not to worry. That they’d show up, or he’d buy you new ones as you forced him to give you his boxers to wear home. But Kaiser had found out pretty quickly that the culprit was none other than his teammate and friend. A fact that had his lips curling into a sinister smile when Ness practically begged him not to tell you.

“Yeah, and what a great friend he is, huh?” Kaiser laughed as he leaned down for another kiss, but you moved your head back to stop his lips from meeting yours. An act that had his hands tightening on your sides to try and stop you from moving away, “C’mon sweetheart, don’t be like that.”

“Ness, if you wanted to shower we can leave.” You smiled over at the man as he still lingered near the door by his locker. His skin slick with sweat from training out on the field, fresh beads clinging to his skin as they trickled down the sides of his face and along the apex of his neck.

“I don’t think he wants to shower, I think he wants to see your tits.” Kaiser grinned, nodding his head towards the growing bulge beneath Ness’ shorts, “Look how hard he is already, fucking virgin.”

“Don’t be so mean, Kaiser.” You annunciated his surname which caused him to groan against your neck, warm palms reaching up to cup your clothed breasts as he squeezed roughly. Mumbling something in German as his nostrils flared.

“I’m being pretty fucking generous if you ask me,” He scoffed, “The guys never seen a pair before, and what better way to start than with yours.”

You gasped when Kaiser pulled the cups of your bra down to let your breasts spill free beneath your shirt. Deft fingers pinching and tugging at your hardening nipples as you arched your back into his touch. His lips curling into a grin against your neck, biting down on the supple skin before pulling away to gauge your reaction.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s show him.” Kaiser murmurs, ghosting the shell of your ear as he slowly raises your shirt up to reveal your bare breasts.

Ness’ adams apple bobs at the sight as he swallows thickly, sweat trickles down his brow as he watches Kaiser continue to roll your nipples under his thumbs.

“He’s practically fucking drooling.” Kaiser mocks, rutting his hips against you as your clit throbs between your thighs.

“Wanna touch them?” Kaiser smirked as he cupped your round breasts, smoothing his calloused thumbs over your pebbled nipples as he rut his crotch into the small of your back. Warm lips peppering kisses against the curve of your neck as he watched his friends tongue dart out to wet his lips, magenta eyes focused on your chest.

Ness leaves his locker wide open as he steps closer, a hand tentatively reaching out to paw at the swell of your exposed breasts. Your gasp catches in your throat as your back arches into his touch, a stark contrast to how rough and certain Kaisers movements always are. The slightest ghost of his palm against your skin as he tests the waters, feeling the weight of one in his palm as you moan softly.

“Pretty.” He mumbles.

“She’s pretty all over.” Kaiser coos, sliding his palm along your exposed tummy as he reaches the hem of your skirt, disappearing beneath the material to cup your clothed cunt. Feeling the heat radiating from your core as he feels just how wet the fabrics become from what’s going on in the room. An indication that you were enjoying this far more than you were letting on.

“She’s got the prettiest pussy too, you wouldn’t believe.” He grins against your cheek, slender fingers delving beneath the flimsy panties you decided to wear today as he brushes through the slick drooling from your tight hole, “Wanna see?”

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[babygorewhore]

Caught

Simon Riley-Ghost Imagine

After a night of drinks, you find Ghost in a compromised position.

Warnings!Pervy! Ghost! Jerking off! Oral! Female receiving! Choking! Degrading! Unprotected sex! Light slapping! Light breeding kink!

You were celebrating after a successful mission, drinks all around and you were laughing at something Soap said, trying to hide the fact that you were watching Ghost through the corner of your eye.

Your crush on him started early on. You felt drawn to his stoic, sarcastic and somewhat arrogant Attitude. But he never gave away anything other than politeness to you. Sometimes he was stern, the Lieutenant bound by duty and leadership only wanted the best for his team. But you…you couldn’t help your feelings towards him.

Ghost wasn’t your opposite per say but he was harder to read. Sometimes he was so still it was difficult to tell if he was even breathing. He walked off suddenly, his wide back the only thing you saw as he disappeared. Most likely to go to his quarters.

“Stare much?” Soap teased and you blushed. And jerked your head to face the other man but your eyes lingered on the spot where Ghost had been standing.

“I wasn’t.” You immediately grow defensive and Soap scoffs but drops the subject. He knew better than to push you beyond your limits.

As the night went on and several drinks later, you stumbled down the small maze leading to your barrack. You were laughing at nothing but then a noise brought you to slow down.

It was faint but…it sounded like…moans? You blushed furiously when you realized someone was in…a compromising position. But the moaning was inside your room as you grew closer to your door. You growled. Someone was fucking in your room?? You opened the door slowly, not wanting to wake up the rest of the team when your eyes widened and your mouth parted. And you felt instantly sober.

Ghost was sitting on your bed. His legs were spread, pants pulled off with his black boxers around his big thighs. His shirt was lifted as his thick, heavy, purple tipped cock was wrapped around the black material of your favorite pair of panties. His hand was gripping his dick tightly, his knuckles taut as he rolled his hips into the motions, his breathing heavy and filled with low grunts.

You stood there for several seconds with a mix of emotions. What the fuck was happening? And then he started saying your name in a low rumble. His pelvis jerked against the panties.

Your entire drawer was rummaged through, your pillows, you could see the stains even in the dim light as they leaked with cum.

“Ghost!” You harshly whispered at him which caused him to jolt and immediately drop your underwear.

His mask was still on but his eyes revealed a horrified, guilty and dark expression. He scanned your body, taking in your uniform you still wore, fitted to every curve of your body and before centering on your breasts. You subconsciously covered them by folding your arms. You wanted to scream at him for the invasion but you refrained for two reasons. One, you didn’t want to wake everyone up and embarrass him and two. Seeing the guy you had a crush on fucking your underwear wasn’t exactly a bad sight. But still. What the hell was going on?

Ghost tucked away his cock by pulling up his boxers, his thick fingers flexing as he slowly stood up. He was much taller than you, especially since you weren’t wearing thick boots now. His broad shoulders were shrunken down, as if he was trying to appear smaller and less intimidating. It only half worked since you were still terrified of confronting him about his theft.

“Ahem. What are you doing? I know what you’re doing-but why were you doing it?” You hissed at him in a low whisper and he flinched. You breathed slower, trying to calm your nerves and assess the situation. Ghost stood like a statue, much different than his previous actions.

“Well?” You said, a little louder and set your hands on your hips. You took the opportunity to glance at your panties that were discarded on the floor. In the center was a wet patch of creamy fluid and you blushed furiously.

“I was-um-“ Ghost, the large, brutal leader was before you, stuttering his words feet away from you. You had a brief power exchange. You were now the one going to ask him direct questions with a cold sternness.

But secretly…you enjoyed this. You liked seeing him nervous and still. Afraid of your reaction for once. Your tongue felt thick and heavy in your mouth as he breathed shallowly. “Fucking hell.” He muttered before shifting away from you.

“Know you’re probably disgusted by me. Understand that. I would be…confused. But I can’t deny it anymore.” Ghosts' brown eyes settled on your face, looking for any signs of emotion to indicate what to say next. But your own features were masked by a scowl that you were using to draw him out. Make him admit to whatever he was feeling. You’d never get this chance again. You stepped forward, hands still on your hips and squeezing the bone. You raised an eyebrow, signaling him to finish his sentence.

“Thinking about ya. Wanting you. Been wanting you for ages now. This was as close as I could get. Figured you’d like it to be soap instead of me.” He situated himself, trying to move his erection away from you. “Stupid really. I should have known better. I shouldn’t haven’t stayed here.”

You were overwhelmed by his confession. But you shouldn’t have been. Even if Ghost did have feelings for you, why would he show it? He never revealed himself or showed any sort of vulnerability. You weren’t the exception in that regard. But the way he was staring at you with his deep set gaze, focused eyebrows made him look genuine with his statement. If he thought you wanted Soap, it was simply because you were comfortable with him as a friend. Ghost made you feel nervous and avoidant. Especially since you never imagined he’d feel the same way about you. Or fuck your panties for gods sake.

“Ghost. I’m not exactly sure how to respond to it other than honesty. I’m surprised with you. I’d never expect you to be here. Or to feel the same way.” You figured that was a decent middle ground.

His head snapped in your direction and you could see his mouth set in a line before he settled into a tense silence. You expected him to continue his sentiment but he didn’t. He just stood there. Staring at you. You wondered if maybe you misunderstood his intent was just to fuck you and you immediately wanted to curl in a ball. Oh god, what if you were wrong? So wrong.

“You have feelings for me.” This was a statement. Not a question from him. And your own stare widened imperceptibly and you swallowed, trying to dampen your suddenly dry mouth.

You weren’t sure how to respond. You didn’t want to repeat yourself for any chance of humiliation but you also couldn’t ignore his response. “Yes.” You kept your reply simple. Ghost remained still but his head moved to a slow, careful nod and he tapped his finger along his side. He seemed almost impatient with you.

You noticed his body move an inch closer, hearing his boots click on the ground and you realized he was still in his boxers. You were so focused on his face that you ignored his muscles. His wide shoulders, big arms, meaty hands that were covered in faint slick as he approached you with an eerie silence. Years of training made him able to walk without making noise but you looked up at him as his shoes nearly touched yours. You could see his bare chest moving up and down with determination.

“How long?”

“What?” You couldn’t hardly focus on anything but the heat radiating off him like a furnace. Ghost started to slouch, trying to shorten the distance between you both. His mouth twitched from underneath his mask.

“How. Long?” Ghost says. This time with more demand. His palms are pressed against his upper thighs. You started trembling. You weren’t going to get out of this without telling him the truth.

“Since I first saw you.” You replied quietly. “So. A while.”

Ghost nodded before sweeping over your features. Assessing you. Looking for a trace of a lie. His experience of interpreting facial expressions coming through. You felt like you were losing whatever power you had minutes ago.

You felt like you were invading his privacy. Instead of the other way around.

“Mhm.” He grunts.

You desperately want to reach forward but you’re still afraid. Afraid of rejection. Maybe he’ll put on his clothes and laugh at you.

You witness his hand start to raise, painfully slow as his warm fingers brush against your collar. Your eyebrows shit up as his palm then presses against your throat, his digits sliding around to cup your neck. His pressure was firm but you could break out if you truly wanted.

And you didn’t want to.

You bite your lip as his other hand comes to rest on your waist.

“Take it off.” His tone is curt. And you hesitate before fumbling to unbutton your shirt before he shakes his head sharply.

“My mask. Take it off.”

Your stomach dropped at his request. Goosebumps prickled your arms underneath your clothes. Your position with him, so vulnerable as he was holding your neck. He could so easily hurt you, his enormous strength and tactical approach with combat. And now he wanted to show you his face. Something he never did. You’d heard rumors. That he was handsome beyond measure. And he never denied it. Your hands found his mask, fingers shaking as you carefully unhooked it from around his ears. You peeled off the fabric, showing his face and you gasped.

Ghost had a sharp jawline, downturned medium sized lips, a nose that was almost as clean cut as his face. His eyes were deep set and so dark they looked like the earth ground. They were amber in the sun. His hair was light, a sight you didn’t expect as his lashes matched. His eye makeup was smeared but did little to hide his beauty. You cupped his cheeks, rubbing your thumbs on his skin.

“You’re so beautiful.” You whisper and he gives you a faint smile.

“Yeah? You think so, sweet girl?” Chills made your nipples hard and you shuddered as his hold tightened. Ghost brought you near, his lips going to your ear. His tongue darted out, flicking against the shell and he groaned. “Taste as sweet as your words, princess.”

You tightened your hands around his face, “Fuck it.” You said to yourself before crashing your lips to his. His lips were a little chapped but your core fluttered as Ghost moaned deeply against your mouth. He immediately pinned you against the wall, his big hands cupping your ass as he lifted you, forcing you to encircle your thighs around his waist.

Ghost grinds into you, his dark dick pressing against your cunt that grows wetter inside your pants. The material of his boxers adds friction as he shoves his tongue into your mouth before sucking yours, kissing you ravenously before sweeping his tongue all over your mouth. But it wasn’t gross, not like other guys and girls you’d made out with. You bury your hands into his hair, pulling it as you try to merge your bodies together. Ghost decides the wall isn’t good enough and carries you to the best. He slams you on the mattress without breaking the kiss and paws at your shirt, ripping it in half and showing your breasts inside your black bra.

He rips away from you, panting as his palms the flesh of your tits, “fucking beautiful, baby girl. So perfect. You’re so fucking perfect.” He leans down, peppering kisses to your flesh before he sucks harshly. Intending on leaving marks, and you welcome the pleasurable pain. You grind your clothed pussy against his cock and he growls against your chest.

“Fucking whore, ain’t ya? Do you like this? Like being my little bitch?” You choke on a moan as he moves to your nipple, giving them a harsh tug with his teeth and your back arches, Ghost’s cock against his thigh moves against you as he focuses attention on the left nipple, flicking his tongue to soothe his teeth marks.

You dig your nails into his skin, your legs yanking him closer by his hips and you crash your lips to his in a mess of tongue and teeth. Ghost actually whimpers into your mouth and your core drips inside your pants that he starts to remove. His blunt nails dug into your thighs as he dragged them down, exposing your sticky underwear in the center. Ghost brushed his fingers against your cunt, shivering at the feeling of your arousal.

“This for me, doll?” He teased before bending down, he lewdly licked a stripe over the lace making you jerk.

“Mhm,” you manage before he returns to his motions and kitten licks the underwear. His tongue is wide and flat, you grind your hips against his face, trying to get some sort of relief and try to take off your panties. But he stops you.

“Uh uh. That’s only for me to do. You’re losing another pair.”

“Another?” You breathe and he nods.

“You don’t think that’s the first one I took,do you? Messy little girl. Creaming all over me and I haven’t even tongue fucked you yet.” He grunts before pulling them and setting the underwear on the ground.

Ghost buried his face into your pussy, his tongue licking a firm and deliberate stripe before swirling around your clit. You threw your head back, clenching your stomach as you felt his teeth gently against you as he slurped and sucked like a man starved. He moved his head up and down, trying to get every single ounce of arousal as it smeared all over his face, coating his nose and mouth. Your thighs probably were suffocating him but he was very enthusiastic about keeping them in place as his fingers dug into your skin.

“You taste so fucking good, bunny. Can’t get enough. Want you to cum all over my face.” He groans as you start bucking your hips even harder and he guides your pelvis to move, faster and faster before your stomach uncoils and you feel a lightning explosion in your core.

Only seconds passed before he was on top of you, pulling out his cock from his boxers, not even taking them off as he rubbed it along your clit, smearing your cum all over before he shoved it inside, filling you up to the hilt and your hands were clawing at his arms in a welcome stretch.

His bulbous dick hit every deep spot inside you perfectly, his balls slapping against your ass as he thrusted hard and made the bed squeak. His filthy sounds were animalistic as his hand wrapped around your neck.

“Fuckin cum slut. Your eyes are rolling back. Like me taking you like this? Like a bitch in heat?” His words were muffled by you growing light headed from the pressure but you enjoyed every second of his strength and brutal pace as his cock hit the softest part of your cunt.

“Simon,” you cried out before clamping your mouth shut. You didn’t mean to use his real name but he slapped your cheek lightly with a nod.

“Mhm, say it. Say it again.” He encouraged you and you blinked away tears as you felt like he was pleasantly splitting you open.

“Simon, you’re a pervert. You’re a whore.” Your words did little to slow him down, instead he increased his rhythm and smirked at you.

“But you like it, dirty slut.” Ghost bit his lip as your eyes squeezed shut. Your second orgasm hitting you hard, and you screamed.

He clamped his hand on your mouth, “no one else gets to hear you but me.” He snaps before reaching down and rubbing your clit. “Give me more. Want to fill you up. Fuck a baby into you.”

You were crying now, a wet sound as he painfully thrusted one more time, before stalling and spilling into you. Ropes of cum gushing into you and coating your insides. You felt it drip out, oozing onto your thighs and sinking into the bed. Your vision went white as he collapsed on top of you, pulling out his leaking dick and he started pumping his cum into you with his hand, “get every fucking drop, baby girl.”

You fucking twitched as the unsastiable male bent down, scooping out your arousal and started sucking his fingers with a deep rumble of a moan. “God, you taste so fucking good. It’s my favorite thing. Can’t get enough of you.” Ghost said between sucks.

“You’re so-“ you gurgled and he moved up and kissed you, making you taste both of you together.

He slips his tongue into your mouth, flicking it over your teeth before massaging yours. “Want you to ride me- think you can go a second round?”

You felt like your entire energy was depleted but you rapidly nodded.

It was going to be a long night.

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