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Naive Customer

Tattoo Artist Uta ft Itori! x GN Reader

synopsis: you had been wanting a tattoo for a while so a friend gives you a recommendation to a local tattoo shop full of ghouls (both of u are unaware of ghouls) — and your on your period.

warning: NO MINORZ. alternative reader, tatted reader, no mentions of y/n, mentions of blood & flesh, implications of pain kink/getting off to the feeling of being tattooed, implications of period sex/oral. accidental needle play? but not really at all????

You look down at your phone, reading over the address your friend sent you, then looking up at the building to make sure it’s the right one. A traditional Japanese sign reading “HySy Tattoos” plastered at the front. You then enter the building, the sound of jrock being softly played in the background could be heard, your eyes met with the sight of band posters mixed with different tattoo-work done by the artists in the studio. As you walk up to the register you notice that no one was there yet, so you wait a second until you see a girl coming up to the front. She was a pink haired girl, introducing herself by the name of Itori before asking you what kind of tattoo you’ll be getting today.

“I’ve been thinking about getting a tramp stamp for a while now. Thought I’d stop procrastinating already and get it.”

Itori’s brows went up in surprise yet her lips tugged in a smirk as she didn’t expect that from someone like yourself. She had also noticed something about you, something filling the air. Itori puts that thought behind her as she tells you about their best tattoo artist Uta, who’ll be doing your work today, she then gives you the general rundown of prices for it, before leading you along the hall to his studio.

As you follow alongside Itori, you notice how the walls went from a basic solid wall decorated in posters, to this plush deep red cushion-like wall in the shape of diamonds, with black buttons in the center. The music gets louder as she shows you to Uta’s studio, standing at the entrance, you let your eyes roam around the room, taking in the masks decorated along the walls. It wasn’t until you felt a sudden hand at the small of your back, that made you jump a little, you then look up at the androgynous male making the contact, noticing his tattoo equipment in his other hand.

“This the one getting stamped today?” His eyes were looking over at Itori’s direction, before looking down at your small frame like a wide eyed cat who was curiously observing you. Itori nods in response as she just speculates you both. You couldn’t help but be a little thrown off by his lack of spatial awareness, as you notice the tattoo dancing along his neck, long black hair gracing his shoulders and even how cold his hand felt against your back. Uta could feel the warmth of your skin warming his fingertips, as he leans down slightly towards your neck, taking a small whiff of your distracting scent.

“U-um?”. You were a little flustered and confused at his sudden closeness. Uta could sense your meekness, your hesitance, this only made him chuckle and oddly smirk to himself as he removes his hand, before leaning back to glance at Itori sharing a knowing look. This makes the pink haired woman simply smirk as she just walks away, letting you two continue your session.

Speechless, Itori had already left your side as you were left just standing there gawping at the man. Uta had already squeezed past you since you were standing in front of the doorway, setting his already sterilized tools down. He then turns around to look at you unblinkingly. “So what makes you want a tramp stamp?” Uta questions as he grabs his pen and pad from behind him. He lets his red eyes roam over you, taking in your outfit. Quite the excellent choice for a stamp as well, he could tell you wore something to make it easy to access that spot.

His voice snaps you out your thoughts as you start thinking about all the cool badass biker woman you’d see with them in magazines, and even some of your favorite girl bands had them. As you explain why you want them, the consultation begins. Uta’s pen dances away as he draws out different illustrations as you two go over your inspirations and designs for the tattoo.

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After Consultation

“Omg wow”. You say as your features contort into one of pain. You wince at the feeling of the needle dragging against your skin at first contact. Nails digging into your forearms a little as you try not to squirm under the needle.

As you two had finally came up with a rocker design for your newly awaited tramp stamp, you were propped up on the tattoo chair comfortably as he started working on it. Uta focused on your lower back, just above that place where your low rise jeans sat at your hips. Your arms were rest atop of the cushiony chair, back arched against it so he could get a better view of the placement, you were manspread in your seat, shirt lifted over one arm so it wouldn’t get in the way of his work.

Uta’s eyes catches the tattoo peaking just right above your hip placement, catching that this isn’t your first merry-go-round, yet you still couldn’t handle the pain. You reacted nicely to it though, enjoying the sounds you make. “Not your first tattoo is it?” Uta asks about your tattoo to distract your mind from the feeling as he leans in a little closer to your lower back, holding his hand steady to make sure he’s getting his line’s right.

“No. I’ve got one on my hip another on my thigh, it just never gets easier depending on the placement.”

��Well aren’t you the daring type.” He teases. He only played oblivious about the hip tattoo but to find out you had more in such disclosed places peaked his curiosity. Especially how you were laid out on his chair like this, naive to his kind it seems. You chuckle at his comment. “What about you? Your neck tattoo? That’s more daring than my tats I’d say. What does it mean?” You inquire as you remember the words displayed on his neck, but not the language it was in.

Uta thought about whether he should tell you or not before simply just coming out with it. “I can neither live with you nor without you. It’s in greek”. His voice was flat as all you could hear was the buzz of the tattoo machine fill the room. You weren’t expecting for the tattoo to have such a significant meaning, feeling like you’ve just gained some deep insight on him as a person, letting the comfortable silence takeover with the occasional sounds of pained whines and moans. A faint swirl of red flows through his senses when he places a hand at your hip to keep you steady so he could get over this one part.

Uta was secretly struggling with concentrating on the tattoo the way he’d liked to. He’d noticed you the second you stepped outside the building, your essence reeking of something he was all too familiar with. Itori even sensed it, she knew it too. He was trying to ignore it, the smell of your heat, the coursing veins surging through his eyes, the curvature of your back, the fact he could feel your body getting hotter and hotter. the little noises you’d try to resist making everytime the needle would drag across a certain spot on your skin. he could feel every pulse every twitch of your sensitive body beneath his needle and it was awakening something more primal in him.

You shouldn’t have came to a ghouls den on your red moon

The buzzing of the tattoo machine came to a stop as it could be heard being put down. You lift up a little confused wondering if the tattoo was finished, you were about to crane your neck back to look at him to see what’s going on until you notice he’s no longer behind you. Yet now stood tall in front of you, chin tucked between his fingers, guiding your head back up slightly to meet his gaze in front of you.

His pupils this threatening glowering red you’ve never seen before, it intimidated you. His sudden change in demeanor, that mischievous look in his eye, how small he was making you feel, like you’ve been caught like some unknowing prey. Uta slowly tilts his head to the side as you watch how his eyes linger over your eyes—your lips—to that pulse point in your neck then back to meeting your gaze again. “You know nothing of ghouls do you?”

“N-no what is that?” Your voice shakes in fear. But for some reason you couldn’t help but feel planted right in your seat, you couldn’t deny that you were getting lost in his eyes. Uta rubs your chin with his thumb before leaning in a little closer to your face, lips just inches apart as he held intense eye contact with you.

“How naive…” Uta leans past your face to speak directly into your ear. “You know— you shouldn’t have came here on your period, blood bag.” His voice was low as you could feel the chill of his breath against the shell of your ear. “Didn’t think anyone would notice the scent of that bloody cunt filling the air?” It was as though your flesh was calling to him. He moves down to your throat, staring at that pulse on your neck, watching how the blood pulses through it enticingly. “You outta be careful. You may just run into monsters who might wanna eat you.” He whispers. As if being drawn, he licks a long flat wet strip against that pulse point on your neck, needing to feel that hot crimson blood beat against his tongue. “And what if I said I’m one of those monsters whose wants to eat you right now?” Uta pulls back a little to take in your expression.

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May I add you to my hellsing writers list and do you have any rules ?

oh I’m sorry hun im just now seeing this, but yes you can 100% <.33 and have any rules for wha specifically? I don’t really have much other than no minorz

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Sit Still

NSFW- King Sukuna x F!reader

"Kuna, we can't." You panic now, as your new husband Sukuna has two of his huge tattooed hands on your hips, pinning you down, as you're sitting on his lap on his throne, and he has one of his thick, long cocks shoved inside of you, the other pressing against your swollen little clit and all the way up to your bellybutton, hidden under your crimson and gold robes.

"Tch, sit still brat, or they'll know how slutty their Queen is." The King of Curses hisses against your ear, making you tremble, holding in your whine, his cock stretching you out so good you can't stand it, he bucks his hips up once, slamming your cervix with his leaky tip. "Should put a baby in you right here, they need an heir."

"We can't... we..." You're trying to focus as you're soaking one of his thick cocks, holding in your whimper, feeling his strong muscles bunching and flexing under you, the low rumble of his moan.

"Be good or I'll fuck you right in front of them, they can see we consummated this marriage, hmm?" Sukuna chuckles, as you struggle to sit still as your husband's cock is throbbing inside of you.

"Y-you're ridiculous, Kuna." You whisper back, earning his ruby red glare, leaning forward to grab your chin with one of his hands, the others pulling your hips down.

"Insolent brat, one more word... I swear... don't do that." You're squeezing your walls tighter now, knowing Sukuna is going to punish you, but fuck you want it. Your smile on your face makes his heart race, you feel it even if he won't say so, clearing his throat and leaning one of his arms on the side of his throne, chin in his hand as the guards and the nobles walk in, all while your cunt is milking his cock, and the other is dripping pre cum against your bare skin.

"You'll punish me, my King?" You whisper, as you feel one of his tongues on his hand licking your neck as he wraps his huge hand around it.

"You'll take both my cocks tonight, in both your holes." You're soaking him further at the thought, dripping down his veiny cocks, trembling, you don't know if you can handle so much yet. He chuckles softly. "Better sit still."

Writing a full oneshot soon 👀👀

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just the tip? - choso kamo; no nut november "i don't think i can do this," choso mumbles, burying his face into your neck and ignoring the movie in the background. "jus' the tip. please, baby, lemme have this," he whines, grabbing a handful of your hip and squeezing. "cho, pay attention to the movie." you murmur back, tugging on a strand of his hair, and he only shakes his head and fumbles for the remote. "no, baby, i can't do this challenge, its hard..." his cock is already painfully hard and swollen in his pants as he palms your thighs, pouting. "need t'have you...please..." and chosos drowsy eyes meet yours, and he looks so needy, that you cant tell him no. his fingers pull your panties to the side just enough, and he cant stop himself from hastily shoving down his sweatpants and he whimpers when he gets to slide his tip against your sopping cunt. hes kissing you, messy and wet and grabbing at your flesh as best he can while he pants against your mouth. he cant wait, he said just the tip, but- his hips stutter forward, sinking into you another inch and making him babble mindlessly against your lips. "oh- please, so good, she's suckin' me in-" he drawls, tears gathering on his eyelashes as he whimpers against your chest. his swollen, blushing tip is kissing against your walls, weak, delirious cants of his hips pushing just a little further into you and making him groan against your neck. choso was so sure he'd survive no-nut-november. when you first told him about it, he thought it would be easy. "she's so loud f'me, baby," hes breathing into your skin, fevered pants and open-mouthed, sticky kisses to your neck. it wasnt easy. he made it a week, but now, he barely thinks he can last a minute with your pretty little cunt sucking him in. he doesn't even realize hes crying and hiccupping through his moans. his vision is white with stars while hes twitching inside you, finally bottoming out inside you and almost immediately losing himself in a nauseating climax that makes him swear he'll pass out. but he doesnt, his eyes lidded and his breath ragged as he rolls his hips into yours again and again, his cock hilted snugly inside your cunt while he tries not to crush you under his weight. the whole time, hes whining into your shirt, babbling about how pretty you look, how good your sopping walls are sucking him in and taking his whole load as he presses his face into your chest.

when he gets ahold of himself, hes kissing you all over your face, smiling deliriously and making sure you cum just as good as he did with his rough thumb to your clit and slow, tantalizing rolls of his hips into yours.

he probably wont be doing no-nut-november next year.

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currently thinking about plug!geto beating your pussy up after a hotbox….

“oh suguruuu,” your eyes rolled back in pleasure, freshly manicured nails (paid for by yours truly) digging into his biceps as he fucked you like he hated your guts. he had your seat reclined back, knees pushed to your ears as he gave the you meanest strokes known to man.

you peered at him through your lashes, mewling when you saw he was already staring back down at you. his eyes were low n red, the tiniest smirk on his face bc he knew as long as he had you like this you couldn’t run from him. sure it was cramped as hell but shit he wasn’t complaining—especially with the way your pussy was gripping his dick.

“you look—s-shit! look so pretty like this y/n. pussy feels so fuckin’ good. . . so fuckin’ soft. am i making you feel good y/n? speak up,” he got no response in return, your attention solely focused on his the view of his dick pounding into you. the sight was very erotic. . . one could even say it was pretty. you were broken out of your thoughts by a quick slap to the face, followed by geto gripping your jaw, squishing your cheeks together.

“i said am *thrust* i *thrust* making *thrust* you fucking feel *really hard thrust* good?” you nodded frantically, tears now filling your lash line because baby he was fucking you that good. “yes—yes sugu you’re making me feel so good thank you,” you sniffled, making the sick man laugh.

“you’re so cute,” he hummed, pressing his lips to your forehead before pulling his dick nearly all the way out just to slam back inside you. he stayed in place, now choosing to grind his hips into you, his hard stomach rubbing against your clit in a way that had you seeing stars. your hands slapped against his chest, whining something along the lines of him being to deep—but right now in this moment?? there was no such thing as too deep.

in fact he recalled you telling him not too long ago you wanted to feel him in your tummy again, so he was actually doing you a favor if you think about it—but who am i kidding your not doing anyyyy thinking right now.

“m’gonna cum sugu c-can you—fuckkk-uh!” suguru was already one step ahead of you, the rough pads of his ring and middle fingers now rubbing vicious circles on your clit. your body tensed, thighs shaking as you came on his dick for what felt like the umpteenth time. geto fucked you through your orgasm, his own trailing behind as he came in you with one last stroke.

*sighs dreamily* hotboxes with geto were always the best

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LITTLE RED ( nsfw ) — miguel o’hara + reader: an innocent walk in the woods to your grandmother’s, with your red hood and basket turns a little different than expected.

marks intended age gap. non con/dub con. dark!miggy. red riding hood au. kinda monster kink. primal kink. size kink wc 2.5k.

the whole town had heard the stories. a monster who lived in the woods. woods that parents used to let their kids frolic in, now turned into a desolate area everyone steered clear of. there were the occasional hunters who brought back food for their families, but they never travelled too far past the less denser trees. a horror story. that’s what it was. one kids told others to freak them out in the dark. the beast with claws, fangs, and blood red eyes. he ate anyone who dared venture too far. at least that’s the story the townspeople were going with.

“oh please, there’s no such thing as that beast.” your mother says as she tucks your hair into your hood. your hands clutch a basket, filled with breads and pastries that you insisted on baking yourself. “now, head straight to grandmothers cottage. no dawdling.” she speaks sternly, knowing how easy your attention can sway. you nod, adjusting the red hood around yourself. your grandmother was sick. ill to the point of staying bedridden. she hadn’t wanted to die in this dirty town, as she had put it. she wanted to die peacefully, alone in the woods. your mother was against it, but ever since you were young every argument had always been won by your grandmother.

you make your way out the door, as your mother calls behind you ‘to be back before the sun sets’. you raise your hand to acknowledge her words as you continue on to the edge of the woods. you could hear the distant birds chirping, the woods looking far less scary than normally portrayed. the way the sun gleamed through the gaps between the trees was actually rather beautiful. with a growing smile you skipped over a small running lake, the wood’s animals darting away from your feet.

you made it through the first section of woods with ease, your lips pressed together in a hum. but the moment you edged into the shadier parts of the bush and shrub the singing birds had fallen silent. your own soft tune slowed too, as you gazed around. most hunters stopped here, where the denser trees casted heavier shadows. grandmothers cottage shouldn’t be far. she had chosen a spot in the midst of the forest, as far in as she could make it, without being too close to the fast rushing lake.

you switched hands, holding the basket as your feet softly slipped past large twigs, the grass now a dark shade as the sun became blocked by the heavy leaves. you spared a look up, seeing less animals scurrying about in the trees, and even less on the forest floor. and that’s when you hear it. the faint snap of a branch that has you spinning on your heels. but the moment you turn you’re pleasantly surprised to see a small patch of sunlight, almost acting like a spotlight on bundles of flowers.

the gorgeous colours made your feet move, crouching down as you brushed your hand over the different petals, the worry from the snap gone entirely. “she’d love some…” you speak to yourself, thinking of your grandmother. along with the bread, some flowers would do nicely. a pretty touch. don’t dawdle. you could hear your mothers voice. “it won’t take long.” you say softly, as you fully kneel and begin to pick some of the flowers. “what brings you here, little girl?” a low voice has you pausing, hand midway from picking a tulip. you swiftly turn on your knees and gaze up.

there, standing before you is a man. no…your eyes dart down to his flexing hands. claws. you shift your gaze back up to his slightly shadowed face. and as he takes a step closer to you your breathing gets caught. fangs and red eyes. you stare at him, your body seemingly frozen. “well?” he asks, his tongue moving to run along his lower lip as he stares down at you. you rush to a stance, quickly looking around for your basket. “you make these yourself?” he speaks again, and you shift your gaze back to him to see him holding up your basket.

you’re hesitant to grab it off him, hesitant to even speak. “you’re a quiet thing, aren’t you?” his tone has shifted a fraction. his view of you originally being ‘intruder’, now instead…something else. something…small. something that smells so so sweet. “can you…can you give that back please?” your voice is so soft. almost like a caress to him. this only makes him tighten his hold on your basket. he keeps his eyes on you as he grabs out one of your pastries. he takes a bite as you hold back your protest. “mm.” he hums, still keeping those red eyes on you. “so…sweet…delicious.” he licks the small crumbs off his lower lip, giving you another view of his fangs. his eyes haven’t strayed from you. and the way he stated those words of praise. you had an uncomfortable feeling that he wasn’t praising the food. you carefully reach over, stepping closer to take the basket off him. “those aren’t for you.”

he watches as you near, letting you take the basket. he then leans down to your height, making your body stiffen. “what a shame.” his hand moves up to brush away a strand of hair, before his claw flips your hood down. he drags that same claw over you cheek, just feeling your skin. “maybe i’ll just have to try something else.” at first you don’t catch the look of hunger in his eyes, before his hand is drawing you closer by your neck. with wide eyes, you try and struggle away from him. “no, please, you don’t have to eat me. i’m…i won’t taste very good.” you try and persuade him, thinking him licking his fangs is a sign that he wants to kill you.

but he just chuckles, slipping that hand at the back of your neck, down your spine, making you straighten. his claws slip past your dress and coat, softly scratching at your back as he draws you closer to his large frame. “eat you?” he practically coos. “why would i eat you?” he’s still stroking the skin of your cheek, before he tilts your chin further up. “because…because you’re a…monster.” you tilt your head further back to get away from his grip, but he’s then picking you up, hiking your skirt along your thighs as you gasp and instinctively grab onto his shoulders.

“now that’s a little rude. you don’t even know me.” he says, claws nearly sinking into your legs, keeping you straddled around him as you do your best to try and struggle free. “i know of you. the beast in the woods. the one who eats those who trespass.” you breath out, gripping the material of his shirt tighter as you wriggle. his grip on you only harshens at your movements, as he manhandles you over his shoulder. you screech, your hits on his back doing nothing. with the fast flip, and the state that your dress was already in, your panties are now on display. cute, innocent panties that have easily captured the attention of the monster.

he tilts his head as he stares at your covered pussy, his mouth already salivating. “maybe i do eat those who venture too far into the woods.” he plays along with your fear, as his hand pushes your dress even farther over your ass. “no—“ but your words cut short when you feel two claws run right down the middle of your panties. your hips shift as you bite your lower lip harshly. “please…” your anger has dissipated, leaving you with only your fear. “begging already?” he coos, sticking his two claws right against where your entrance is. he can see the stain beginning to form. you’re soaked, and the sight makes his grip on you tighten.

he suddenly flips you back around, manhandling you onto the ground, where the shadows create a little nook. his hands are fast as he rips the cotton of your panties. “what are you—“ you try but choke on your words the minute the monster slips two of his fingers inside you. your legs shake as you push up on your elbows. the sound of his fingers going in and out of you is embarrassing. you grab at his wrist, your legs already shaking as you try not to succumb to the immediate pleasure you had begun to feel.

“n-no.” you breathe. “yes.” he breathes back, curling his fingers inside you. any further words are choked, as your lips part in a pathetic whimper. “aw.” he coos, now holding you down with his other hand on your stomach. “stop…no—god.” your pleas fall on deaf ears. “yeah…you’ll do nicely.” he hums, continuing to fuck you with his long fingers. too long, in your opinion. his claws scrap against your already sensitive insides, as you squirm on the ground.

your cheeks and nose are flushed, your mismatched breath almost egging him on. “stop squirming or maybe i will have to eat you.” those words have you pausing, fists clenching around the grass. “please…” you gulp out, stomach contracting. but all the beast does is finger you harder, pushing at your thighs so he can get a good look at what a mess he’s already made of you. and just as you’re about to cum, your legs shaking, he pulls away. this fact seems to make you squirm again, as he pushes you completely onto the ground, before fully hiking your dress up and over your breasts.

“i’m only inspecting you, sweetheart. not to give you pleasure. so, stay. still.” he speaks as his hands grab at your breasts, beginning to squeeze and fondle them as he pleases. he bounces them, while pinching your nipples, as you try to gulp down any arousal you still feel. “you’re a very pretty girl, aren’t you little red?” he hums, glancing at the red hood surrounding you on the ground. “tell me, why aren’t you some hunter looking to kill tiny animals?” he hums out as he keeps playing with your breasts, pushing them together, before circling your nipples.

through hard breathes you manage “i’m going to see my…my grandmother.” the monster grins. “with these breads? how sweet of you.” he coos, as he nudged your legs apart again, flicking at your clit experimentally, as he keeps playing with your tits. “i don’t usually get little things wandering into my forest. and certainly not this far in.” he then catches your gaze as he leans towards you. “now be a good girl f’me, and flip over.” he whispers, so close to your lips. after your pause he continues. “eating you is still an option. i haven’t had something delicious in a whi—“

but he’s cut off as you quickly turn around on the ground, his grip on your hips keeping them raised, as he grins. “that’s it…” you’re now pressed up against the grass, your ass stuck out for him as he taps at your pussy, making you jolt a fraction. “you’re rather tiny…” his tone gives away that he likes this fact, his fingers spreading your pussy lips as you then feel something hard pressed against your clit. you can’t see him, but can instantly tell what he’s about to do. you grip the grass again, looking for stability in this unstable situation.

from the taps of his cock against your pussy you can feel how weighted it is. the hint at his size making your fear accelerate. he then begins to push the head of his cock into your entrance making a small cry leave you. and once he begins to rut into you relentlessly, your body moving along the ground at his harsh thrusts, your mind turns dizzy. your lips parting as you claw at the grass, ripping out strands. “are you drooling, sweetheart?” he hums. “open your mouth wider, let me see.” he gazes at your face, pushed up against the ground, as he fucks you from behind.

you slowly open your mouth, as his fingers slip down and drag at the flesh of your inside bottom lip. “just as soaked as your cunt is, huh?” he then begins to play with your tongue, coating your spit over his claws and fingers. “making such a mess.” he coos, as his balls slap against your clit making a small whimper fall past his fingers. his free hand grips your hair, pulling your head slightly back as his cock goes deeper, making you cry out, drooling even more over his fingers. “how bout this…” he says, a little breathless from how well your hole is taking him. “your grandma can have your breads and pastries.” he glances at the basket, haphazardly thrown to the side. “and i can have you.”

he sticks his fingers further into your mouth until you’re practically gagging, your tits bouncing as he thrusts his hips into you. “that sounds fair doesn’t it?” he’s nodding, licking at his lower lip as he murmurs “dios…” you can hear his breathing change, showing he’s getting close. as his cock twitches inside you, he pulls out, bringing you around to kneeling by the grip of his fingers in your mouth. he holds your mouth wide open as he rests his cock on your tongue. “give it a lick, little red.” he’s so close. with drool coating your lower lip in a shimmer, and his fingers hooked inside, you drag your tongue over the tip of his cock, as his hips shudder, finally spilling down your throat.

he makes a mess of your mouth, your only solution being to swallow. you gulp down as much as you can, though some spill out due to the unwavering grip of his fingers in your mouth. he stares down at you, a new emotion behind his eyes, that says more than a passing hunger. he grabs your chin and leans down to lick the remaining mix of cum and drool off your lips. your mind is reeling, this whole situation feeling like a fever dream.

“i’m sure your grandmother is worried about you.” he hums, running his thumb over your chin and swollen lips. “you should get going. and don’t forget the pretty flowers.” his words are far too sinister to make you stand with a skip in your step. as he soothes your dirty dress down and fixes your hood, his cock away as if nothing had happened. he hands you back your basket, your shaky hands gripping it. “now run along, little girl. and please do remember to visit your poor, sick grandmother more often.”

it was a demand. not a suggestion.

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hobie likes to slap his dick on your cheek and jerk off while you’re supposed to be giving him head. his fat tip leaks pre-cum and he can’t help but wrap his hand around his dick and tap it on your slick lips, on your heated cheek, stroke it and watch you beg him with eager eyes to let you wrap your mouth around him again. but he knows you like the show, the visual of his ringed-hand wrapped around his pretty dick, glossy with spit and pre. he knows you like to watch him throw his head back and then find your face again, looking down at you with low eyes, the ones he gets when he’s feeling too good. the ones that drive you insane. he knows you like feeling absolutely degraded, and he gets off on it too. so he keeps going, keeps jerking off while you watch from you knees, keeps slapping his tip against your face, drunk off you, slurring “look so pretty down there, love, look fuckin’ perfect. y’like when i do this?” and when you nod, purring out a wanting “yeah”, he slaps his tip on your lips again, smiling, saying “i know you do, baby.” when he cums in white spurts all over your face, he just has to swipe his tip through it, swirling it over your absolutely filthy features, your tongue out and desperate for a taste.

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tongue piercing — hobie brown. based on this request — my heart, you ANGEL *crying* and god plssss i want this to be me *still crying*

hobie’s hands are tentatively at your hips, as you hover over, legs either side of him. “stay still…” you say, holding his chin, as he opens his mouth, before quickly closing it and giving you a look. “are ya sure ya know what ya doin’ there?” hobie asks, still barely touching your waist as he raises his brows. “i’ve pierced someone before.” you say, holding the disinfected needle, as your thumb comes to pry his mouth back open.

“a tongue peircing?” hobie asks, shifting slightly from underneath you. again so close but so far. you stay silent, making him completely grip your waist now, your shirt bunching up to reveal skin. “what? don’t trust me?” you ask, staring down at him. “o’ cause i trust ya…jus’…” he licks his lips, noticing the feel of your soft skin under his calloused fingers, his senses seeming heightened with you so close.

“just…?” you venture, eyeing him. you go to open his mouth again your thumb brushing his lips. “i’ll stick my finger in your mouth if you don’t open it.” you threaten. “that’s a bit erotic, babe.” hobie says with a tilt to his head, making you harshly pull it back to place. “you want a tongue piercing.” you all but state. “yes, i do.”

“and you don’t want a professional professional to do it. is that right?”

“thats righ’.” hobie grins.

“then why are you being so difficult?”

“cause ya lil distracting, luv.” hobie answers smoothly. “actually…” hobie pauses, his ringed fingers moving to put pressure on your hips, forcing you down, so that you settled completely on top of him. “hobie — ”

“well, hurry up.” he hums, opening his mouth.

“i don’t see how that made a difference…” you mutter, while in fact you very much noticed the difference. you could entirely feel him, and it made you gulp. you were just friends of course…nothing weird about this…

you slightly shift to get comfortable, making hobie’s grip on you tighten. you graze the needle over his tongue making him shiver. you were so close. “alright…now hold still…” you stay focused while hobie stays distracted. he could feel you too, through your flimsy shorts that you wore for sleep.

yeah…he could definitely feel your warmth, as the sharp end of the needle came into preparation. “now you have to promise me you won’t move. because otherwise I could seriously — ”

“i trust ya, luv.” he mutters out, you having left his mouth to let him speak. “well, i don’t trust you…” you mutter back.

he grins, his chest heaving a fraction heavier, as you lean closer moving to pry his mouth open. he liked the feel of your fingers practically inside his mouth, especially as you held his tongue, his spit getting all over your skin.

then you take a breath, piercing his tongue with one quick jab, making hobie’s grip on you become deathly. he then—as if to soothe the sting begins to rub his hands up and down your sides, under your shirt, as his head knocked back, muttering curses. “come back, i’m not done.” you say, ignoring the arising goosebumps, as you pull his chin down.

but as you added the bottom of the metal ball to his tongue, securing it, hobie’s hands began to wander. down, down, down your body, until he pushed past the band of your shorts making you stiffen. his mouth was still open, as you went to pull your hand away, when his teeth came gently down onto your finger. you met his gaze, your heart pounding as hobie began to move your hips along him making him groan. “h — hobie…”

you could feel the drag of your pussy, and so could he, as his full lips then wrapped around your finger, his tongue swirling around the tip, as his eyes closed in bliss. with a slight open mouth, your now wet fingers still close, he muttered. “i needed somethin’ to soothe it…your fingers are cold.” your breathing hitches.

“a — and what about…this.” you look down at your moving hips along his crotch. he chuckles, your fingers still in his mouth. “jus wanted to see how it felt.” his hands pressed you harder into him, forcing you to move quicker, making him pant around your fingers. “and it feels good…babe…mhm…so good.”

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v.01.10.23 day one: somnophilia / perv ( nsfw )

RESTRAINT — hobie brown: your roommate, hobie can’t help but steal small items of yours. everything you touch he wants to keep. so how would he react when he finds you in nothing but panties and a ridden up jumper, asleep by the couch?

marks somnophilia. noncon. pantie-stealing. perv!hobie. kinda delusional hobes. dry humping/grinding. fingering. cum tasting.

it was dark, you having long gone to bed. you'd been extra tired lately, hobie had noticed. you always appreciated his small gestures such as a pre-cooked meal, sometimes even just takeaways. but he always remembered to save some for you. he was always thinking of you. all you saw was kindness. him being a caring roommate, what more was there to it? a lot... a lot more was to it. because he hasn't just been thinking of you out of kindness, friendship. his thoughts of you reside mainly in his bedroom, late at night.

it started out small. little things that go unnoticed, like your winter gloves. it's not like you needed them in the summer. but it gradually grew to more...intimate things, like your panties or bras. hobie knew it was wrong, knew how disgusting his actions were. but when you left a basket full of your clothes, your panties resting on the top, how was he supposed to just ignore them? morals seem to fly out the window when you were involved. any excuse to get close to you. even if it's only close to the things you wear.

and now as he leant back against his headboard, thoughts of you already swarming his head, he grabbed out the thin material of your panties from his drawer. it was wrong. it was. but oh...god, did it feel so good. hobie's mouth opens in a slight pant as he begins to stroke his already aching cock with your panties, the fabric rubbing over him just how he liked it. he imagined that it was you, legs spread around his waist as you moved your clothed cunt up and down his cock. he also imagined the sounds you'd make, breathless, raw, and desperate. just as desperate as his fisted hand is acting now. up, down. up, downupdown.

the thought of you was almost like a drug to him. with his sweating forehead, he tried to quieten his groans. you were just down the hall, and here he was jerking off to the thought of you dry humping him. "oh, fuck — yeah — jus' like tha' luv, uh huh — doing so good f'me…" his murmurs of this and your name whispered into the dark of his room. to him you were already his. to him you did feel he same. it was only a matter of time...right?

it was the next evening when he walked into your shared apartment. he knew that you would be busy studying. most likely in the lounge. so, as he locks the front door, slipping his jacket off before he made his way there, preparing to make a sneering comment at how you're probably watching the tv instead of writing your assignment. but instead he stops, his words dying off almost immediately. there you were, head rested back against the couch, as your sleeping form was partially laid out on the carpet. but what made his breathing hitch was the way that your large jumper had ridden up way past mid thigh, now revealing your panties to him.

they were simple cotton. he shouldn't be reacting the way he is. but he just can't help it, because the sight of your bare thighs and almost seeable pussy make his pants strain uncomfortably. he calls your name, walking closer. if you would just wake up then maybe you can fix yourself, force him to look away. because with you being this oblivious, this vulnerable...he doesn't know how much longer he can go without touching you. it's been months since you two have moved in together. months of heavy restraint from hobie, and oblivious smiles from you. which too, have made his cock swell. practically anything you do will make him long for one chance to feel you.

and again, here you are. partially naked, asleep...unaware of hobie's nearing form and heated gaze. he reaches down, picking you up, as he places you back against the couch, resting your head on a decorative pillow. "did ya really have to fall asleep here?" he mutters to himself. restraint, restraint, restraint.

he brushes away a few fallen locks of your hair, watching as your face slightly twitches as you shift. though you stay asleep, oblivious to hobie's moving body. he had meant to back away, maybe get his frustrations out on an item of yours, but with your shifting, your panties are now on full display, and hobie can't seem to lift his hands away from their placement on either side of your shoulders. his breath is hitting your face, as he glances down at your bare legs, and the little bow that's stitched into the top of your panties. restraint, restraint...restraint.

his knee now rests between your legs, just for support. but slowly his leg begins to move up. and with your slightly restless shifting you brush your clothed pussy right up against the material of his jeans. hobie's lips part as he watches your expression shift. a slight furrow in your brows now. almost intrigued hobie pushes his knee further up, until your pussy was flush against it. a small sound escapes you as you shift again, this time your face morphing to one of pleasure. oh god, hobie wishes you hadn't reacted that way, because how was he supposed to back away and retreat to his room now?

his hands trail down to hold at your hips as he then begins to slowly move you up and down his upright knee. more soft and small sounds fall from your lips only egging him on. your subconscious likes this, which loosely means you do too...right? "yeah..." hobie mutters, looking down at the way your pantie-covered pussy slides up and down his knee. "...jus' like that...that feel good?..." hobie nearly nods to himself, his mind dizzying at the presented circumstance.

one more murmured sound leaves your lips and hobie has lost all, and whatever restraint was left as he grabs your thighs, widening them as he settles himself on top of you. once his clothed cock presses against your inviting pussy his breathing turns shallow. "fuck — " he mutters your name, licking his lips. "...'m sorry..." then he slowly begins to grind into you, mouth now open as his eyelids flutter in pleasure. his hands still hold onto your hips as he almost drives you up into him more. his breath is now by your neck, as he gets himself off on you. "feel so good...god, much better then ya clothes...i can feel how warm ya ‘re..." he's muttering into your neck. he thanks anarchy that you're a known deep sleeper. your studies must have really tired you out.

"i bet ya so wet, luv...ya feel like ya are..." he then slips two fingers into your panties, slightly glancing down as he runs them right up your slit, under your panties, nearly mesmerised by the feel of how much arousal is coating the pads of his fingertips. "'m only doin' ya a favour, babe....ya clearly need some relief." he's trying to find excuses for his actions because he knows that the one truth is that he's a just horny bastard who has a crush on his roommate.

you had begun to wake up at his ministrations, pleasure almost hitting you full force. whimpers bubble up in your throat as your eyes flutter open. hobie noticed almost instantly as he then pushes two fingers inside you, making you choke a gasp. he's desperate as he fingers you. in, out. in, out. you're soaked around them as he curls making the bubbling whimpers spill out, your mouth opening. "h-hobie — "

"shh." hobie leans back down to your neck, placing almost sweet kisses along your throat and by your ear. "it's okay, i jus' wanna make you feel good…" his tone is desperate but persuasive as he fingers you faster, deeper, making your head hit back, your legs nearly shaking. "fuck you feel so tight,” he mutters your name breathlessly. “...mm you smell so good. jus' lemme...lemme keep touching you...please, luv." the provocative sound of his fingers going in and out of you and your unavoidable moans are making your head spin, barely any thoughts beside his fingers occupying your brain.

"hobie..." you murmur. "oh, fuck — say tha' again. say my name again. come on, you sound so pretty saying it." god his words are utterly endearing, almost deceptive, as you near your high. "jus' lemme get a taste of you. jus' one taste." he thrusts his fingers harder into you, finally getting your legs to shake as you moan out the only word swirling around your brain. hobie. hobie, hobie, hobie. "f-fuck — " your mouth opens in a moan as the pleasure hits you, hobie's fingers still working in and out of you as you nearly cry out.

once your high begins to descent, your chest heaving, hobie's fingers still haven't let up. he's almost searching everywhere inside you, until he finally slows as your breathing stutters. he draws his fingers out, his own breathing mismatched as he brings his cum covered fingers to his lips. he sucks your remains off, leaving your pussy to clench around nothing. "huh...i thought that would have helped." he mutters. "what?" you ask, staring up at him. he shifts his gaze back to you. "getting to try. at least once..." he licks his lips, pushing slightly at your thigh to reveal your ruined panties to him. "i think it's only made it worse."

"made...what worse?" you still don't really know what has happened, just that your body is buzzing. leaning closer to you, he traces your lower lip with his still slightly wet finger as he mutters. "i just wanna keep touching you, luv.” he leans closer, his lips ghosting yours.

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v.11.10.23 day six: voice kink ( nsfw )

hobie brown brainrot

whenever hobie is feeling needy, his hand rubbing at his clothed cock, he always picks up the phone to call you. now, you don’t know of his actual reasons behind the call, just that he wants to talk. hobie mostly asks you what you did that day. he always asks for the details, saying he’s interested. yes, even you walking the length of your apartment complex. because he’s not listening to your words but your voice. “hobie, you do realise that you don’t need to check in this often.” you say, as you open the fridge. “i know.” hobie hums, his hand slipping into his pants as he finds his aching cock. “i jus’ get so bored, luv.” his thumb stroking his pre-cum covered tip, his lips parting, as he leans his head back, beginning to stroke himself. you chuckle on the other line making hobie’s hips stutter. “come on, jus’ tell me bout ya day. i bet it was more interesting than mine.” he’s licking at his lower lip, pulling his pants further down as he continues to jerk himself off, needing to hear you speak. it’s the only way he can get off now. “i doubt that. all i did was shop, i emptied my fridge a little too quickly…” every word you say, every tone shift makes hobie’s breathing harder and his thrusts quicken, trying not to let his desperate movements catch your notice. and when he orgasms, imagining how pretty you’d look telling him about your day as you touched him, he hears your voice stop and then soften. “hobie…?” “fuck — yeah babe?” he’d curse out, trying his best to not get another orgasm out with you still talking. but that’s when your eyes expand as you finally catch on to what those sounds have been all along for the past few months…

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v.15.10.23 day eight: dry humping ( nsfw )

hobie brown brainrot

hobie is all sweaty as him and his band finish their performance. you had been in the crowd, smiling, clapping and nodding your head along to the music. girls beside you, all in clusters, were cheering while lowering their tops, some even with hand-made shirts that said ‘my boyfriends in a band’. quite a few of the girls had hobie’s face on it. you had learnt not to be jealous, knowing that they were just groupies, no matter how loud and provocative they could get. you focus on hobie, his ringed fingers tapping slightly at his guitar as he then scanned the crowd. stopping on you, he smiled, removing his guitar and jumping down from the stage. as he heads in your direction, you can hear a girl beside you say “i told you he’d notice me.” she brushes her hair behind her ear as she watches hobie near. you slightly shift your gaze to her, watching as she shimmied her tube top lower, waiting for hobie to arrive. that’s when you feel a hand grab your chin, turning your head back and towards your boyfriend, hobie. he doesn’t waste a second before kissing you, grinning against your mouth as he slips his hand into your hair, drawing you closer. hoots and hollar’s come from somewhere, while girls gasps and annoyed huffs come from right beside you. “hobie — ” you manage briefly against his mouth, but he just grabs your arm, not even noticing the other girls glances as he takes you back stage. he really doesn’t waste any time as he pulls you down onto his lap making a small squeak leave you. “hobie, what are you — ” he kisses you again, moving your legs to straddle him “move your hips” he mumbles against your mouth, his grip tight on them now. “i’m so fucking hard because of you, so move your hips.” at his tone you slowly begin to grind against him, his own hands guiding you as he nods, breathing heavier. “jus’ like that, luv” he kisses you again, as his own hips slightly lift up into you as you grind. his hands move under your shirt as he moves his lips to your neck, muttering about how you looked too pretty, and that next time you should wear a hood if you don’t want him to drag you back stage and make you ride him again. because the sight of you supporting his music always goes straight to his cock.

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v.17.10.23 day nine: primal ( nsfw )

RUN, BABY, RUN — miguel o’hara: you’re on the run. running from a man with claws and fangs. you didn’t mean to trespass, it was your friends’ idea. too bad you’ve now found yourself alone in the woods.

marks predator/prey dynamic. dubcon. sex in the woods. claws and fangs kink. reflecting on old slasher vibe. finger sucking. nipple play. fear play. slight blood kink. slight monster kink.

it was far too dark, and far too cold. you didn’t mean for your feet to stumble against the uprooted trees, in fact you didn’t mean for any of this. it was an innocent night out with friends. but god you shouldn’t have gone to that stupid cabin. you really shouldn't have followed your friends into the woods.

now you’re here, forced to run. you aren’t sure if you can even call this running. what, with your tripping toes, and hair array in front of your face. you were barely making it past the trees, your breathing, one out of a horror movie. then a twig snaps. no. please no. you try to quicken. there’s ruffles of fallen leaves.

he wants you to hear him. that much is clear. you don’t mean for your hands to shake, but at this point your body is on it's own path. you stumble, palms hitting against the ground as you groan, chest still heaving. you’re covered in dirt, clothes far from a quick wash. you try to stand, hopefully run again, but you know it’s too late.

reaching a large tree, you hit back against it, pressing your fist against your cracked lips to drown out the sounds of pain threatening to spill. then it’s silent. the only sounds being the whispering wind, and a possible rush of a faraway lake. the bark scratches at your back but you stay still. scared probably isn’t the best suited word here. you were terrified.

you pressed further against the tree, hoping that it’ll just swallow you whole. “you don’t have to run...” you freeze at the voice. because you had been running from a monster, something that had claws and fangs, and distinct red eyes. not a man. your brows furrow, as your hand fists the dirt. “you’re probably scared.” his voice is…comforting, and you can’t help but let your breathing slow.

could he possibly help you? does he know about the monster in these woods? you swallow down saliva, your throat dry. “who…who are you?” you ask almost a fraction too quiet. but he catches it, his steps nearing you now. “miguel…” he answers softly. closer, closer, closer. still fisting the dirt you manage to stand up against the tree. “are you running from the monster too?”

“i think the monster might have gone in the other direction.” he says. and oh now he’s close, his low voice reverberating through you. “i think…” he continues, and your breathing catches as his breath tickles your ear. you swiftly spin to face him, and your heart stops. because in the moonlit woods his most prominent features stand out. red eyes. he smiles. fangs… “i think that you are far too trusting for your own good, mi querida.”

you begin to shake your head. “no…”

he steps closer. you stumble back. he’s grabbing your shirt and tugging you forward. you try to escape. his arm loops around your waist, pulling you flush against him, his lips hitting your ear. “shh shh…you’re okay.”

“please, i—“ you choke out the words as you try to get your hands free. hit him. anywhere. but he has you trapped, arms locked tight against your body like a vice. his hand moves to stroke at your hair, his mouth open against your ear. a shiver runs down your spine at the claws you feel. he chuckles, low and mocking, as he grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “i’m quite a offended actually. you think i’m a monster?” but his words don’t show sadness they show taunting.

“you are.” you try to hiss out the words, but they do you no good. “hm…” miguel hums, his tongue poking out against his lower lip, dragging smoothly against his fangs. then he leans closer. “why is that? is it my claws?” he raises his hand higher up your face, the tip of his claw tracing the sensitive skin of your cheek. he drags it down leaving a fading red mark, until he reaches your lips. he pulls on your lower lip, forcing your mouth to open.

your frozen, completely unsure on what to do and how to do it. his eyes seem to be fixated on your mouth now, his claw actually sinking in, past your lips and all you can do is let him. “you know, I’ve never found humans to be…pretty in any sense.” he says, now finding your tongue with his claw, stroking it slowly. “you’re all such a…disappointing species.” you want to gulp, but you can’t with his finger inside your mouth. though your subconscious doesn’t seem notice the intrusion as it forces you to swallow, your lips wrapping around his finger. miguel’s eyes immediately darken.

“but you…you’re at least a little prettier than them.” he keeps his low, taunting tone, as he then inserts another finger. “suck it.” he demands. your eyes slightly widen, and when you don’t immediately obey he pushes his two fingers further into your mouth making you nearly choke, as you wrap your lips back around them. you slowly, hesitantly begin to suck, swirling around his claws with your tongue.

“that’s it...” he murmurs, completely focused on your mouths movements. “yeah…maybe you aren’t so bad. much better than them.” the barely audible hitch in your breath catches his attention as his lips curve up, slightly pulling his now dripping fingers out of your mouth. “my friends—what—what did you do to them?”

miguel, ever so calm, tilts your head up again and with his wet fingers he begins to trace them on your collarbone. “not much.” he replies evenly, as he keeps his gaze on the invisible patterns he's drawing. “no—please tell me they’re alright.”

“they trespassed—“ but you cut him off, ignoring the cold feel of your spit gliding further down your chest. “i trespassed. i was one of the first.”

“oh it was easy to tell who was stickler and who wanted to actually trespass. you, mi querida, are far too innocent to want to invade someone’s home.” he says, tugging you closer, as his hand skips over your shirt to reach the hem, sinking up and underneath, making your back unintentionally arch. you had no bra on. it was late. you were planning to go to bed when your friends had proposed this now awful idea.

"your friends are the ones i dislike." miguel says, grazing a claw along the underside of your breast. you can't help but let your lips quiver, tears welling, as you force them down. "but don't worry, i won't spare the details." he says, still stroking your hair with his other hand. "i wouldn't want to taint what's already so...sweet." at that he engulfs one of your breasts with his hand, large and demanding.

"p-please." you try, still stuck in his grip. "please what?" he taunts, flicking your nipple with his claw making your body jolt. he hums at the reaction pinching and rolling the sensitive part of you between his fingers. "how sweet are you, i wonder..." he leans closer, now licking at where the wet trail, from his fingers still lingers. "ay, cariño...you taste lovely."

you're shaking, body already exhausted from the running. "are you going to...to kill me?" you ask shakily. for some reason that seemed like the only plausible outcome right now. your adrenaline is running out, and all you can feel is his touch and fear. you don't mean to sound so weak, but in this position it's clear who takes the role as prey. "aw." he coos, now pulling at your hair to force your head higher up, as his mouth nears yours. he’s switched to your other breast, pulling, pinching, rolling. fondling almost tenderly, experimentally. "kill you? now why would i do that?"

his breath is now practically in your own open mouth, as you try to hold down unwanted sounds threatening to surface. "why would i kill someone so sweet...so pretty." he says in an almost low whisper. then as his lips graze yours. "i've already had that kind of fun with your friends." you gasp as he suddenly lifts you up by your thighs, your back now pressed against the tree you were seeking shelter from, as he forcefully widens your legs, his groin pressed right up against you finally making a small sound leave your lips.

he chuckles, his claws digging into your skin. you were wearing stupid loose shorts. again, thinking it was only a small night walk, and that you'd be heading to bed soon. he easily bypasses your shorts, his claw pulling your panties to the side. you didn't hear the unzip of his pants, until you felt his cock running right up your slit, making you choke a gasp. "what—"

"shh, cariño...“ he hums, not caring for your shock or your pleas. “my my, aren’t you soaked?" he continues to tease your entrance with the head of his cock, forcing mixes of whimpers and whines to fall from your lips. "yeah, look at you, all wet f'me." he whispered this more to himself, as he harshly pushes you further up against the tree, completely sinking into you, stretching you, and making you exclaim in a mix of pain and something else. "mierda..." he mumbles, licking at his lower lip as he thrusts into you.

"oh—" you whine, head hitting back against the tree, as your body moves with his thrusts. animalistic as he groans. "i knew you'd feel so—so tight—carajo..." his grip on your thighs has tightened, most definitely leaving marks. your hands are gripped onto the material of his shirt by his shoulders, your body at complete mercy to him.

then his mouth is on yours. hungry, demanding, and full of authority. with his harsh thrusts, and protruding tongue you can barely think. you have to kiss back, it's all you can do. your lips wrap around his lips as you join his tongue. miguel briefly opens his mouth against yours. "atta girl…mm, what an obedient sweetheart i found."

before he's pushing harder against your mouth, devouring your tongue. then your body jolts against his cock, still working in and out of you. he had bit you. your lower lip now smeared in your own blood, as your breathing stutters. while his claw moves down between you to flick and fiddle with your clit, his tongue drags right across your lower lip, tasting your blood with an audible groan.

he doesn't hold back, ramming up into you, as he widens your legs impossibly until they ache. the pressure building in your stomach is almost taking over your brain, as you moan and whimper. "you're—you're too big—too much—" you manage in chokes. he makes a point to fill you up entirely, nearly making you scream. "come on now, take all of it f'me, dulce chica, that's it...you're doing so well...so well for a so called monster. was that what you called me?" he knows the answer. and as you bounce against his cock, lewd sounds drowning out both your ears, you mutter a "y-yes.”

"hm." he hums, now nipping at the skin on your neck and chest, almost glistening in the moonlight with a mix of spit and sweat. "good." he murmurs into your skin. and as you near the precipice of your release, hands now discolored from how tight you’ve been gripping him, you hear him mutter right into your ear. "don't go looking for your friends now...they won’t help you."

"no—i—" but you can barely speak. "keep bouncing on my cock." he all but demands as you had slowed in fear. and with the help of his grip on your thighs, he ruts into you, his own release now close. and when he reaches his high, muttering curses in spanish, your body is exhausted to the limit. and as he places your shaky legs back down onto the ground, a cruel glint in his eyes, he whispers. "if you don't want me to taste more of you...i’d suggest you run."

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boss, i have a question — miguel o’hara. ( nsfw ). amazinggg scenario based on this request. so tasty wtf. cheating. bj. innocence. secondhand embarrassment? finally posted, oml i’m so sorry for the long wait :(

you had one question and too many awkward outcomes. you couldn’t ask the people you’d rather ask. they’d ask more questions, and most likely not tell it to you straight. you needed to know, but nobody got that.

all except miguel.

you wouldn’t dare look at his face as you mumbled the words out. wanting not to say them but also wanting an answer to them. the silence feels like two hands at your neck. you can feel your feet shuffling, unintentionally sliding back. maybe you shouldn’t have asked.

your mind and gaze focuses on a speckle of dust on the floor, as you wait. yeah, you really shouldn’t have asked.

at first miguel’s reaction was shock. you asked what? he thought he had heard wrong. he had to have heard wrong. but you’re still here, feet shuffling, gaze down, but nonetheless still here. you wanted an answer. why from him? he doesn’t know.

“you can ignore my question.” you suddenly say, feet a lot farther back then before. “you can — ”

“no boyfriend to ask?” miguel’s questions is simple, said in that typical unfazed tone. “um…yes, but…i can’t ask him.” you say back, with a tilt to your head, your gaze just below his eyes.

“why not?” he asks, but you don’t answer, again repeating your question. “what’s a bj?” your innocent tone tells miguel how you really don’t realise the implications of asking him something like this. your innocence is telling him to tell you. answer your question.

“do you know that it’s an abbreviation?” he asks, his gaze staring at your face a little more focused. you look to the side, sucking part of your lower lip between your teeth before glancing back. “i’m not dumb”

“mhm.” miguel just hums, glancing up at his shut office door, before looking back to you. “why ask me?”

“because i’d think you’d know.” you reply. “many people here know. your friends would know.” miguel states, crossing his arms. “they’d ask questions”

“i’m asking questions.” miguel answers straight away. “yeah but not the invasive ones.” you reply, now tapping at your fingers.

miguel eyes you, more narrowed, more intently. “you want to know what a ‘bj’ is?” miguel asks, now meeting your gaze, but you’re quick to look away. you nod, glancing to the far wall behind him. one word and a tap of his finger at his desk behind him, makes you shift it back. “c’mere.”

you now slide your feet closer, a little hesitant. miguel watches you, not missing one movement. then his hand is behind your head, his fingers in your hair, as he draws you closer. you should have backed away then, said you changed your mind, but you stay still, staring at him.

miguel, with his hand in your hair guides you down onto the floor, on your knees as he mutters. “kneel down.” you’re slightly confused as you look up at him. miguel grabs your hand and guides it to his hard on, that you just now notice at your eye level. your eyes expand as you realise. “you ever done anything with your boyfriend?” miguel asks, his suit beginning to disappear, as he keeps your head held by his hips.

“i…” you can feel your breathing pattern change, as miguel begins pump his already hard cock in one hand. “i’ll take that as a no.” he says, as pre-cum leaks out from his head, as he tilts his head down at you. “open up.” he utters as you gulp, big eyes staring at his tip. he taps under your chin as he lets go of his cock, urging your mouth to open, as you part your lips.

“a bj…” he begins as he pulls your head closer, tapping his cock on your tongue lightly. “is short for blowjob.” he coats your tongue in his pre-cum as you scrunch your hands into fists at your thighs. “is your boyfriend wanting one?” he asks, just looking at the way the white slips around your mouth before he pulls your head closer, your lips being moved to wrap around his head.

you try to speak around his cock, it twitching in your mouth at the vibrations, making him clench his jaw. “just shake your head or nod.” you nod. and that’s when his grip in your hair begins to slowly drag your lips up and down his cock. “hollow your cheeks” he instructs, as you try to do so, getting used to the feeling of a dick in your mouth.

“i don’t know why you’re not asking him, but i won’t ask any ‘invasive’ questions.” miguel says, his hips begin to slowly meet your mouth. you try to copy his movements. the up and down motion, that your head soon picks up. with his grip still in your hair, he notices the way you try to to take him deeper.

you’re soon choking, gagging around his head, as water pricks at your eyes. miguel could’ve warned you, told you about your gag reflex, but selfishly he wanted to see what you’d look like spluttering over his dick. “careful.” he mutters, not sounding very apologetic, as you glance up at him, his hips beginning to move a fraction faster.

miguel taps at your throat. “loosen up.” he says, as his hands pull your head further down, guiding your movements. you try and loosen your throat, having had to swallow all that extra spit. you meet his gaze, worried. but he just strokes your hair “gagging’s fine, cariño. you’ll get used to it.”

he pulls you completely onto him, your nose brushing his pubic hair. you then repeat those up and down movements, clenching your hands back into fists as you gag. “that’s it...” miguel hums, seemingly pleased. you can feel his cock twitch in your mouth, his tip practically tapping at the back of your throat.

with him stroking your hair, and holding the back of your neck, his abs tighten. he waits till the last second, your head obediently bobbing, before he pulls out, coating your suit-clad chest in white. you’re catching your breath, your cheeks stained in loose tears. miguel still pets your head, pushing the strands of hair out of your eyes, as he glances down at the mess he made, tilting your chin up. “does that…answer your question?”

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Going without a bra in your spider suit because you only need to report to Miguel and then your changing so why bother? Completely forgetting that you have your nipples pierced, meaning Miguel can see the barbells and your nipples through the skin tight suit. He’s going feral: both because of the image of them and that someone else would have had to see your naked breasts in order to pierce them.

you were pierced where? — miguel o’hara ( nsfw ). oml—hfndkkkdkkem.

miguel was busy, staying distracted with the nearing mission as he listened to lyla. but the moment you walked in, all suited up and ready, his hard gaze and body simultaneously tensed and widened. because what were wearing? your spider suit, yes. but it was what was poking through that caught miguel’s attention. his eyes grew fixated on your tits as you walked in alone, and oblivious. he quickly waved lyla away, jumping down and stepping closer to you.

“what are you wearing? or should I say…what aren’t you wearing?” miguel speaks slowly, and lowly. you glance down at yourself. he’s seeming to really focus in on the fact that your nipples look pierced — the metal bars poking through. you had chosen not to wear anything under your suit today. it was only going to be you and miguel. you glance back up at him. “what? it’s just you this mission.” you say, thinking it’s about the ‘no bra’ situation. but miguel isn’t focusing on the fact that anyone else could see you, because someone else has seen you.

he steps much closer, his gaze hardening again. “when did you get them pierced?” he asks, his teeth grinding. you look down again. “oh…” you drift off. “a few days ago.”

“a few days ago?” miguel reiterates harshly. “and you…what? didn’t think to tell me?”

“well i was gonna tell you. i am telling you. right now.” you smile, and miguel’s lips twitch in a snarl. “no no, you can’t just decide that.”

“what do you mean — ” but your words are dying off because miguel is now breathing over you. his towering position actually making you gulp. “who did it?” he asks.

and his almost calm tone is making your breathing increase. “uh…someone who does piercings…” you say, eyeing him. “look, miguel, it’s not that big of a de — ”

“who. did. them?” miguel interrupts, his red eyes nearly making you flinch. “i didn’t catch his name.” you mutter, moving to bypass miguel. “now, don’t we have a mission — ”

miguel’s hand is now tightly wrapped around your upper arm, halting your movement. “his?” he asks slowly, as you move to step away again, only earning miguel to yank you back into his chest, as he grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “a guy pierced them?” he double checks the fact that is making his claws itch to sink into something. “a professional did.” you point out, grabbing his wrist to remove his hold.

when he doesn’t shift you instead decide to quickly lean up to place a quick kiss on his lips as a small distraction. that gives you a moment of looseness in his wrist, for you to take his hand away, but then miguel is slipping his hand to the back of your neck, drawing you back in for a more heated kiss. his lips drawing you even closer as he nearly snarls past your teeth, tongues clashing.

but then you’re drawing back and miguel has the urge to sink his fangs into your bottom lip, because why were you moving away?“miguel, we’re working.” you quietly say, darting your gaze around as if you’d see gaping spider-people. but miguel is leading you back, the empty office exactly that. empty. his hands are now purchased around your waist, pulling your lower body against his.

“are you sure you can’t give me a name?” miguel has started placing sloppy kisses along your jaw, as your back hits the wall. “hm?” he’d ruin the guy who touched you. he needed something to sink his claws into with all this pent up jealousy. “i told you…i didn’t catch it…it’s not like we grew close — ”

“but that’s exactly what you were.” miguel interrupts, grabbing part of your neck and jaw again as his breath hits your slightly parted lips. “…close. he was especially close. touching you.” his fangs are now visible with how much he spat the words. “that’s what they do, miguel.” you try to console.

“he stayed professional — ” he keeps cutting you off, mouth now up close and open against your own. “but they’re mine, cariño…mine to touch, mine to play with…” his clawed hand moved to trace over your spider suit covered nipples, feeling the metal bar, as you flinch a fraction.

“aw…” he coos. “they feel hard, cariño…” then he’s leaning towards your ear. “were they hard for him?” you shake your head. but miguel persists. “of course they were. i know how sensitive you can be. and by someone touching them, you would have started to feel…hot…down here…” he runs two claws down your stomach and over your pussy, making your hips shift.

“…isn’t that right?” your breathing is shallow, as he goes to rub experimentally through your suit, his lips now re-attaching to your skin, drawing the edge of your suit down to lick at your neck, making your pulse quicken. “next time you want help involving things like this…” his claw dragged back across your nipples. “…you’ll come to me.” he grabs your chin again, forcing you to agree. “won’t you?”

you quickly nod, your tongue darting out to lick your lips. miguel’s lips finally curve up in a smile. “but since he got to see you all flushed and turned on…i get to see you writhing and spread open under me…that’s sounds about right, doesn’t it?…yeah.” miguel moves your head in a nod, before his hand is dropping back to your throbbing pussy. “there’s a good girl…”

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Toxic Night

Warning: Not For Minors. Dark content, 20+ , some spoilers? drama, angst , toxic love/hate , sex, usage of marijuana , burning out blunt on skin , mentions of megumi and tojis past , reader is a off and on fling of tojis, both toji and reader are pretty toxic in this.

toji . f x black fem reader

The smell of weed and sex filled the room , along with came a tense filled silence. A silence Toji knew full well the meaning of-- yet he couldn't get used to this. A woman putting Him out, keeping it straight to the point with him , and brutally honest. This was different though , this woman was Grown. You knew every dark part of him and couldn't stand him , still there was this gravitational pull drawing you two to each other. Whether it be love or lust you couldn't handle Toji's past prior. His choices. His actions.

"You know I have no excuses for myself". Toji breaks the silence.

You blow smoke into the air , watching it fill the room as the smoke dances along the moonlight shining through the window curtains, before turning your head to side eye the scarred lip man. "And that's what makes me dislike you even more". You respond as you remove the cover from your naked form needing to let your body feel some air.

Toji sits up on the side of the bed with a deep sigh before grabbing for his boxers and pants off the ground. "I didn't have any other choice and you know that".

You scoff. "You always had options when it came to that boy Toji." You reply, already taking another drag from the blunt.

After getting his pants on and buckled Toji looks at you and rolls his eyes, obviously bored and over this conversation with you. "What about me not being ready to be a father do you not understand?".

She sits up in the bed straight and looks at him. "Is that gonna be your excuse every time for why you tried to sell your child?". You raise a brow blowing smoke into his face.

Her words cut deep. It struck a nerve even. Toji looked down at the floor rubbing at his bottom lip with his thumb lost for words, silence enveloping the room again. The man could feel tears wanting to well in his eyes, that makes him chuckle softly as he thought about his ex-wife for a brief moment. A devious smirk begins to form on the left corner of his mouth , scar adding to his handsomely crooked looks. It was as though your words had gave him a good slap to the face.

Toji walks over to your side of the bed and leans into the hand holding the blunt slightly whilst looking into your eyes invitingly. "May I?". There was a dark lithe in his tone, using his charm to his advantage. He knew you weren't good at keeping eye contact with him when he was like this, so you passed him the blunt.

A mistake.

Toji takes the blunt from her and plants the lit part of it right onto her bountiful exposed breasts.

"The fuck is wrong witchu!" You shout and shriek in pain as your instincts kicked in, reaching out to hit him only to be met with a strikingly tight grip to your wrist, the sorcerer now inches away from your face with the most serious expression you've seen, Toji's other hand pressing and twisting the burning blunt into your flesh.

"I am not a good man. I didn't have the opportunity to learn how to be a father besides the one time that I did, and she died. I thought I was making the right choice. So, watch your mouth before speaking on me and my son.

Toji lets go of your wrists before picking his shirt up off the ground throwing it on and walking out the door, leaving a disheveled, bleeding, speechless you behind.

a/n: OKAY. soooo I honestly don't know why this song made me think about this kind of scenario? It made me think of two things a toxic sexy kinda scene and this right here lmaoo. but idk it's like i had this story more fleshed out than the sexy plot? soo and then like i wanted to add some sexual tension in this since its been awhile since i've dropped something, i hope i gave some of thaaat. I Hope ya'll like it too, let me knooow xoxo

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Is it too late to ask for worick walking in on nic eating u out but he doesn't notice until after he made u cum pls👀💵

WORICK AND NICOLAS HAS ALWAYS BEEN BY EACH OTHER SIDE. From Nicolas slaughtering Worick’s abusive father to Worick teaching the twilight how to read. Worick isn’t afraid to let let the city know that a lot of things Nicolas has learned, he has taught him. It’s always been just them two until Alex entered their lives. Even then the relationship between the three just altered slightly. Worick always thought about the possibility of Nicolas getting into a relationship. After all, a man did have needs. He just didn’t expect Nicolas to fall so hard, so quickly. It was Nicolas Brown. The harsh twilight that wasn’t afraid to spring into action if he had to and had an even sharper attitude. It still took Worick by shock seeing Nicolas huge stature soften as his battered arms wrap around your waist to pull you in for a hug after you signed ‘I was so worried about you’ to him. Worick hated to admit that he couldn’t be suspicious of you, Nicolas turned into a pool of putty at the sight of you. At that moment both Worick and Alex knew you were here to stay. Adding another member to the handyman crew.

It was so wrong to watch, it was an invasion of privacy to even listen in the lewd moments of your moans bouncing off Nicolas walls. However, Worick just couldn’t pry his eye away. Moon shining in the gloomy night skies as night time settled in the city and Worick seem to be interrupting something between his closest friend and his girlfriend. It was as if his feet was glued to the ground as his watched as Nicolas hands grasped at your plump thighs. Fingernails digging into the flesh of your nails spreading you so delicately just so he can taste you some more. The pornographic wet sound of you soaking Nicolas face could cause any man to let out a weary sigh imagining that it was him. Worick’s footsteps creaked just at the peak of your orgasm. Mentally cursing as he stumbled forward embarrassingly pretending that he accidentally walked in. Despite being a curious cat and listening in on the intimate moment.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know—” His back instantly turning around, cheeks stained a crimson color as he could hear the couple behind him shuffling around.

“Nic knew you were there.” You would huff as you were tugging on Nicolas’s shirt. You would walk by Worick, “Think he gets even more turned on when you watch. Have you two done this before?” You asked as your eyebrows knitted together in curiosity.

“Maybe.” Worick responded giving you a charming grin before he’s winking at you.

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initiation

Worick Arcangelo x Reader x Nicolas Brown

I got this idea completely at random at 3 am and I needed to write it down immediately, and now here we are

The category is ✨an impromptu threesome with your roommates✨

His hands settle on your ass as you straddle him and he tugs you closer, smirking up into you with an intense kiss before he breaks away and turns his head to look over at Nic. “We said we’d share,” he sneers. Nic rolls his eyes, signing something incredibly vulgar before he wraps your braids around one of his hands and yanks you back to his mouth. “Agreed I’d go first,” he mumbles before claiming your mouth again.

Content Deets!: afab!reader, black woman reader, she/her pronouns, reader is not described other than having braids, unprotected PIV, blowjob, cunnilingus (briefly), fingering (briefly), dirty talk, degradation and praise, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, nickname (angel), name-calling (slut, cockwhore, cumslut), no y/n usage

Title: Initiation by The Weekend

shoutout to @chosoist and @indiecursor for introducing me to GANGSTA. and being the indirect causes for this out of pocket horniness. thanks friends ✨

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This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Your relationships with them individually and collectively did not really seem capable of holding the weight of what was happening, what was going to happen. But it’s a runaway train now. There’s no stopping it, from the moment Nic brushed his knuckles along the line of your jaw and tugged you into him.

You were just minding your business, reading a book on the couch in one of Nic’s henleys. He seemed grumpy about it when he saw you in it this morning, but it’s not really your fault; you’ve been gone for a couple months working a job outside Ergastulum, and in an effort to save wardrobe space,  your clothes that Worick didn’t fit and subsequently couldn’t steal were packed in the little space above the bookcase in the living room for a while and got miserably dusty. So of course you have to borrow their stuff until Nic finishes washing your stuff.

So it’s not your fault that the shirt Worick loaned you was one he stole from Nic. You could tell just by looking that the pants Nic is currently wearing were a drapey, oversized pair that Worick ‘borrowed’ from you two years ago and never gave back, so you don’t feel bad at all. You do feel slightly bad for walking around without pants on, but again, he’s doing all your laundry and until it’s done in a couple hours you’re stuck. You didn’t really feel like putting them on anyway, and aside from that, you’ve known them and lived with them on and off for 10 years; you’re not walking around with anything they’ve never seen before.

Nic’s the last person you would have expected this from though. In all this time he has just never looked at you or talked to you in that way, so you freeze in place when you feel his lips on yours, your fingertips brushing along the worn back of the couch the three of you are currently sitting on.

He takes advantage, slipping his tongue between your lips; he’s a good kisser, you think idly, as your fingers tangle into his tank.

Nic smirks against your mouth, breathes out a soft laugh, but you barely have a moment to enjoy it before you’re yanked backwards and land with a surprised huff in Worick’s lap.

Worick, on the other hand? Of course, but that’s just who he is and always has been the entire time you’ve known him; a chronic but ultimately harmless, fucking flirt. But even with all of that in mind, this is still surprising behavior from him too. His hands settle on your ass as you straddle him and he tugs you closer, smirking up into you with an intense kiss before he breaks away and turns his head to look over at Nic.

“We said we’d share,” he sneers. Nic rolls his eyes, signing something incredibly vulgar before he wraps your braids around one of his hands and yanks you back to his mouth.

“Agreed I’d go first,” he mumbles before claiming your mouth again. You’re sighing against him, melting between them before your brain processes what they said and you’re pulling yourself away from Nic to squint down at Worick, your fingers curling into the collar of his (formerly your, you can tell by the silver thread) button up, suspicion obvious on your face, shivering as Nic’s lips find your neck and he bites down on your skin.

“So you two discussed this?” You hiss, jolting; Worick smirks, grinding his hips up into yours again.

“Last time you left,” he presses a breathless kiss to your neck and Nic mirrors him on the other side, biting and sucking until you’re hot all over, a kaleidoscope of bruises forming on your skin, the pretty wisps of his long blonde hair tickling you under your chin. “We missed you, angel.”

You’re kind of annoyed with yourself, at how quickly your brain is fried barely seconds into all of this. But Worick’s a professional, and Nic’s clearly no slouch either, so you can’t be blamed for immediately turning into putty in their hands.

“Don’t I get a vote,” you gasp. Nic’s fingers squeeze and tweak your nipples and you shudder all the way down to your toes, grinding into where Worick is absurdly hard for you, causing a hiss to slip out of his mouth.

“Seems like you already made your choice,” he laughs. When you don’t respond right away, trying to keep yourself from whimpering too loudly, Worick pulls back to take you in, his brow furrowing, the blue of his good eye suddenly sharp and analytical. He reaches down and grabs Nic’s wrist, pulling his hand away from your chest. “We can stop, you know. No harm done, no offense taken, angel.” You don’t even hesitate; you lean into Worick and seal your mouth over his; he lets out a moan and you smile, sliding your tongue along his. Goosebumps erupt across your body when his hands land on your waist and brush up your back to pull you closer in.

“Are you wearing my shirt,” you murmur. Worick snorts.

“S’mine now,” he says.

And when Nic starts to pull away from the two of you, you catch his wrist and turn to look at him, his gaze doubtful as you search his face.

“Where’re you going?” You say, signing as you speak, and you tug him toward you and kiss him too.

Worick’s fingertips trail down your thigh and you shiver when Nic shifts closer; he’s a little more hesitant than Worick is, gentler, but when you kiss him back in earnest, he pushes back fast, eager, kissing like he wants to consume you.

You bite down on his bottom lip, and he groans, pulling you closer, until the back of Worick’s hand slaps lightly against his elbow and the two of you turn your heads to look at him.

“Get to it, Nico,” Worick signs as he speaks. “Don’t wanna keep the lady waiting.”

Nic sighs and rolls his eyes, but shifts off the couch to kneel behind you, and his right brushes up your body, slow, gathering the fabric of your (formerly his, you’re keeping it now) henley, his left raising your arms so he can yank it over your head. He tosses it to the ground and has your bra unclipped and slipping off you in a flash.

Worick’s hands find your tits, and you hiss as he sucks a nipple into his mouth, pinching and squeezing the other. Nic turns your head toward himself, and pulls you back into another kiss that makes your toes curl. It’s usually chilly in your shared living space, but you already feel beads of sweat sprouting along your shoulders as you’re sandwiched between them.

“Turn around,” Nic mouths against your lips, and you do, awkwardly shifting and readjusting yourself in Worick’s lap, never once breaking your kiss. Worick’s hands go to your tits immediately, picking up where his mouth left off. Nic kneels fully in front of you then, and you take the hint when he pokes your hip, lifting yourself up until Nic’s able to reach between you two and pull Worick’s pants down. His dick slaps against your ass, and you jump, pouting as Nic’s lips part into a smile. Cheeky fucker.

Someone’s hand comes down and pulls your panties aside, fingertips slipping against where you’re criminally drenched for them. Nic nudges you, biting softly on your bottom lip, and you open more for him, moaning into another hungry kiss; you feel Worick’s knuckles brush the bare skin of your ass, up and down, over and over again until you arch your back, feel the heat of him nestled between your cheeks.

Nic’s free hand finds your hip, Worick’s hand finds the other side as he sits up, and they both squeeze and pull you upward.

“Sit back on it,” Worick murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your spine. Nic nudges you back, the tip of his nose lightly brushing against yours, and you do. You and Worick are vocal, him hissing, you a groan muffled into Nic’s mouth, as the tip of Worick’s dick splits you open and they push you down, slow, inch by agonizing inch. No wonder he has so many clients; he’s so big you feel like you’re being pulled apart from the inside. Your jaw goes slack as he fills you up, as the two of them press your hips down to take him.

Your thighs shift open further to make more space for him, and for a split second you consider begging them to let you sit back up, to prep you, but you don’t want them to, not really. Nic’s swallowing your whimpers, his eyes steady on yours as he works your clit, so you’ll open up for them a little more; Worick sounds like he’s too far gone to even consider pulling out.

He cants his hips up, shoving himself further and deeper into your tight wetness, and the two of you grunt in unison. Nic pants, rubs your clit so sharply you squeeze around Worick and he hisses and sinks into you further, faster—

“Fuck,” you whimper. Your eyes flutter as you focus on Nic’s eyes again, watching him lean away to watch your lips. “Too much.” He laughs; before you can process what he’s doing, he shifts forward, chest pressing against yours. His hand finds your lower back, fisting into your panties, and he shoves you into Worick’s lap, slamming your thighs down against his.

You can’t help it; the tip of Worick’s dick jams hard against your g-spot and your pussy reacts accordingly, squeezing around him as you let out a low, sustained whine, burying your face into Nic’s neck as your orgasm crashes into you.

“Fuck…did you come?” Worick croons; his hands dig into your hips again, and he groans as he grinds into you. “So fuckin’ tight. Can barely move in it. Been a while, angel?”

“Fuck off,” you try to breathe through it, try to let yourself come down, but Worick keeps pressing into that fucking spot, and fucking Nic’s mouth is working down your jaw, to your chest, to your nipples, and he sucks them, sharply, his tongue flicking at the bud—

Worick thrusts up into you again, sending any coherent thoughts flying out of your head,  hitting that sweet spot that makes your breath catch viciously in your chest, and you plant your hands on his knees, lifting and rolling down onto his dick to meet him.

“Just like that,” he grits out. “Fuck me just like that, angel.” The need begins to climb in your body again, fast; Worick’s hands are squeezing your tits now, driving himself into you, and Nic’s right arm finds it’s way around your waist, pulling your back into a nasty arch and the two of them tilt you up and bring you down, faster and faster, Nic working your clit so sharply you’re squeezing the fuck out of Worick’s dick, the two of them keeping you positioned at the perfect angle, giving you just enough leeway to twist your hips and bounce, the sound of your ass slapping down against Worick’s pelvis getting louder, and wetter and faster and faster—

“G’na come again, fuck I’m—” The heel of Nic’s hand presses hard into where Worick’s dick is bulging in your lower tummy and you fucking scream, you can’t help it, can’t help the way you go still and break.

It occurs to you, as you convulse around Worick's still-hard dick, as you dig your nails into Nic’s hair while he dips low against you to suck your clit, to send you crashing into another wave of fucking ecstasy, that they had to have sat down and planned this. It’s all too coordinated.

A shiver erupts across your body when Worick’s hand lands on your spine, nudging you forward, breaking you out of your reverie, and you tilt down, disoriented, until you notice Nic sitting on the edge of the coffee table, staring at you with this look in his eyes, his (formerly your) pants open and unzipped, dick hard and red at the tip as he strokes it. He taps your chin, and you part your lips immediately and take him in, preening as he lets out a loud, choked off moan, his hand snaking into your braids again. Your mouth is not your pussy by any means, so you may be off, but based on the way that Nic’s already stretching your jaw…you squeeze around Worick in anticipation, your fingers digging into the fabric stretched across Nic’s thighs to ground yourself, and get a sharp slap on your ass for your trouble.

They find the rhythm so easily; Nic rolling his hips slow into your mouth, holding your head in place, giving you just enough space to breathe between strokes; Worick’s hands squeezing your ass, rocking you up and down both dicks, you riding the momentum, moaning and tightening around them. 

“Such a slut,” Worick sighs. “Didn’t take long to convince you. Must’ve been thinking about it just as long as we have.”

You whimper, humming around Nic’s dick and his hand tightens in your hair, shoving you further down until you’re just gagging on it for a split second, your body tensing up in every direction.

“Damn,” Worick pants. “Nico says you liked that. Is that right, you little fucking cumslut? Just want us to keep you here forever, filling up all these tight, pretty holes?” His thumb brushes against your asshole, light and so soft, and you jolt, whining, throwing your hips back sharply—

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Worick grits out. “Can barely take it…oh shit—”

Nic’s free hand splays across your back again, his fingers hooking around your waist and he picks up the pace, fucking Worick with your pussy, fucking himself with each hard thrust into your throat—

“She’s close again,” Worick moans. “Fuck, she’s squeezin’ me again, I can’t fuckin’— fuck, oh fuck—”

He rocks up to his feet, bends across your back, shoves you down into Nic’s lap, and thrusts into you, the crown of your head slamming into Nic’s stomach until he leans back and his dick slips from your mouth.

Worick pants against your neck, one hand around your hips, the other  between you and Nic, pressing hard into your pelvis, fucking hard into you, rocking sharp into that spongy spot that makes you scream against Nic’s chest, makes your toes curl, makes your eyes roll back as you clench down around him and come again, drenching Nic beneath you.

He’s whining in your ear, you don’t even know what, as he plants his hands on the table, on either side of you both, and drives you up the front of Nic’s body, rocking your tummy against Nic’s hard cock, until he spurts deep inside you, his tight moans muffled into your shoulder where he’s biting down hard on your skin.

Nic doesn’t waste time; when Worick sits up, the two of you hiss as Nic drags you up toward himself and Worick’s spent cock slides out of you. Worick chuckles softly against your ear, helps you find your balance on your feet, and tugs your panties down and off your legs, the two of you watching Nic shift back on the coffee table. Worick pushes you forward when Nic settles, and you climb on top of him, letting him shift you into place, and he slots the tip of his dick against the creamy, sloppy mess of your cunt.

“She’s fuckin’ good, Nick,” Worick hums from behind you a moment later; his arm wraps around your waist, and his hand drifts down to your clit, working it slow as Nic pushes into you, not letting you flinch away when the press of him is on the edge of too much. “No running, angel.” Nic’s hands squeeze so tight around your hips you can feet the bruises forming.

You thought Worick’s dick was a lot? Nico’s a fuckin’ monster; even with all those mind-breaking orgasms softening you up for him, you still feel a tear slip from the corner of your eye as his dick cleaves you even wider open.

“Can barely fit,” Nic mumbles, hissing, and Worick strokes your clit with a little more pressure, the hand wrapped around your waist coming up to squeeze your tit, his lips finding yours in another slow, passionate, intense kiss, then kissing further down your throat.

“Roll your hips,” Worick whispers, and you do; Nic slips in deeper, and it’s like he’s jammed in the back of your throat again, you can feel the veins on his cock as he shoves tight against your g-spot, kisses the entrance of your cervix. “Was his idea, angel. Give it to him good, yeah? Thank him.”

Worick’s thumb finds your clit again and you cry out, digging your knees into the wood beneath you, and you bounce, slapping as hard as you can against Nic, sobbing out with every with deep, hard thrust.

‘It’s too fucking much,’ you think, frantically. You’re not gonna make it, but you can’t stop. You’d rather die chasing this high than fucking stop it.

“Can you feel her, Nic? Feel how tight she gets? Pussy all messy and wet. You were right. Still such a mean little snatch even with sloppy seconds.” Worick’s hand squeezes around your jaw, and he drags your head down from where you had it tilted back in ecstasy, so you’re staring at Nic under you, covered in sweat, abs flexing under your hands, teeth sunk so deep into his bottom lip he’s drawing blood.

“Damn…we got you like this?” Worick murmurs. His eyes go to Nic for a moment and the two of them look so pleased with themselves it makes you wanna die. “You ever seen her like this? All fucked out? Wish you knew how hot you look right now, angel. Don’t look as mean as you usually do. Just needed some hard dick to adjust that fuckin’ attitude—”

“Fuck off, Worick,” you hiss. Nic’s fingers wrap around your throat, fast, and he smacks into you harder, canting his hips up, exploiting the leverage.

“Cockwhores don’t get to talk back,” he slurs. Fuck, you know he just felt you clench around him, you’re never gonna live this down. Your vision’s going hazy; you can barely think of anything else, just at the magnificent press of Nic’s cock, the filth purring out of Worick’s mouth, the way he’s playing with your clit, squeezing it in tandem with how Nic’s holding your neck as he strokes into you, heavy and steady, fuck—

Worick’s laugh rings cruelly in your ear as you come again, whimpering and shaking between them; you can feel the second wet, sloppy mess you made on Nic, but he doesn’t stop, just keeps grinding hard into you until you’re on the edge again, and it hurts too much to keep going.

But you can’t stop.

“Beg,” Worick breathes. “We wanna see it.”

“Please,” you sob, needy and watery. Nic snarls, his strokes going staccato and shaky. You’re both so close it hurts, you can taste it, you’re chasing the pain— “Please Nico, fuck me harder. Can’t take it anymore…!”

Nic responds accordingly and pulls you closer, to put your weight  on top of him, flush against his chest, his gaze locked on yours, his hand buried in your hair, daring you to look anywhere else.

“Should’ve known you were a nasty little slut the moment we met you,” Worick whispers in your ear; you whimper and the corner of Nic’s mouth curls. “Fuckin’ come again. Not gonna make Nico wait for you, are you, angel?” He squeezes your clit just as Nic rocks up into you g-spot again and your vision goes fucking white; you’re sobbing as your orgasm takes over, utterly pulverizes you, scrapes every single nerve ending you have completely fucking raw with how it drowns you in pleasure.

Nic lets out a painful moan, shoves hard into you and you feel him burst deep inside, hips pumping tight, needy strokes, like he can’t stop.

You can’t feel or see anything, for a long stretch of minutes or what feels like hours. But when you come to, you’re still sandwiched between the two of them, sweaty and sore and sticky and hot, and you’re marveling at the fact that your old coffee table hasn’t given up on the three of you yet, even after all that activity.

After another quiet stretch of minutes, Worick tilts his head up from your back and waves his hand in front of Nic’s face to get his attention.

“How’d she taste?” Nic’s hand comes up to his mouth, and he signs…something; he’s saying you’re delicious or that you’re…calling for help…? Either way, you feel your face get hot and Worick chuckles. “Fuckin’ knew it. Told you.” You swing your arm back and weakly smack his shoulder.

“You had your fun, stop talking about me like I’m not here,” you huff.

“Fine,” Worick sighs; he sits up then, and he drags you off Nic’s body. The two of you hiss as he slides out of you; you know he did that to get back at Nic for earlier, but damn, do you have to be collateral damage?

Cold come slides down your leg and you shiver as Worick lays you out on the couch, but he doesn’t give you much time to adjust before he’s pushing your thighs open again and pulling his hair away from his face. “S‘time I shut the fuck up anyway. Needta see if you’ll squirt again.”

You let out a loud needy moan as Worick’s lips wrap around your clit, but before you’re too far gone, Nic, still splayed out on the coffee table and catching his breath, grabs your attention. He raises his arm, another toe-curling smirk already spreading across his face.

I’m next when he’s done, he signs, and his hand drops to his already half-hard dick. Worick groans; slips his fingers inside you and presses so deep you squeeze around them, your legs shaking on his shoulders.

Yeah, it’s very new, uncharted territory, but you could definitely get used to this.