#18+ WARNING

[zootopiathingz]

What sex position do you think would be Mario’s favorite? (I am SO sorry for this question OMG)

Ok I think we’re taking this subject a little too far now

Doggy style or cowgirl

[thehighlordishere]

Reads xmalereader smut when no one is looking….

[jedoggo]

Spoilers for ii 18 (I’m assuming everyone’s watched it by now but yk)

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Theyre so traumatized I love them,,, idk if this is a yuri thing or not tag it as whatever you want

[masenkoha]

[philosophy-of-spring]

Derek Daki commission for @vlad-01

Thanks for your business!🌸

Please do not use without permission!

character belongs to gatobob

[chyarui]

A few of you guys were curious, so as promised, here’s a few of my takes on Kiffar marriage customs! Specifically the role of the qukuuf, hope you guys enjoy! (Once again, this was all inspired by fic Resilience on ao3, though the account is unfortunately orphaned)

Hope my handwriting doesn’t suck too much, and super open to hearing any ideas or questions you might have if I didn’t explain anything fully!

Also here’s a b/w version cause I’m a sucker for greyscale (and to make the qukuuf markings stand out more)

[greatcometcas]

09.18.08

[lockes-woods]

Trick and Treat

MDNI!!!

This was originally a kinktober request, but since I got sick for the second half of October I still want to fulfill the last three (now two) requests.

Request: How about orgasm denial and overstimulation Shanks x afab reader x Beckmann for Kinktober? 🤔

Requested by: @nocturnalrorobin

WARNINGS: Oral Sex (m/f receiving), Orgasm Denial, 69 (sex position), Cock Warming, Large Cock, Fingering, Anal Probing, Hand Jobs, Light Bondage.

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A whine keened in your throat, eyes watering, as you tried to keep your breathing steady. Well as steady as anyone could with one of your partner’s cock resting deep down your throat. It was at times like these you were reminded just how proportional your over six-and-a-half-foot partners were. You bit back a moan as the vibrator pressed firmly against your clit buzzed to life. Tears of frustration took form as you were pulled closer and closer to your release, unable to seek any relief yourself. Beck had secured your arms behind you making any attempt at cumming impossible. Your tears streaked down your face as the sides of your mouth stung in a way only Beck’s cock could stretch them. Not to say that Shanks was lacking in that department, but Beck was thick.

You held your position, warming his cock, as you ascended higher and higher. You could feel your climax thrum through you, seconds away, when the buzzing abruptly stopped. He groaned at the sensation of your broken moan stimulating his cock. Your tears are now freely falling. You sniffled as he cradled your jaw in his hand. You lean into his warm touch as he thumbed away your tears.

“Fuck, doesn’t she look so pretty when she cries?” Beck asked, lightly tilting your head so that Shanks could get a better view. Shanks could only groan in response, Beck’s right hand firmly wrapped around the base of his cock as he stifled another one of Shanks’s orgasms. Shanks panted in response; a heavy blush flooded his cheeks matching the irritated head of his cock. If he looked that fucked out, you could only imagine how wrecked you must look.

Shanks was bound to the chair from your vanity, stark naked with his arms also restrained behind his back. You inadvertently clenched at the sight of him. You weren’t sure how long you’d been at it, but enough time had passed that his cock was fully coated in precum. You couldn’t tell which one of you was more fucked in by your punishment.

This was far from the first-time Beck had made you warm his cock with your mouth. In his opinion, it was the perfect punishment for your smart mouth. Which to be fair was partially why you and Shanks were being punished, or at least why the punishment was so severe. Beck had made you both promise to hold off having sex until after he was done supervising the restoking of the Red Force. It shouldn’t have been an issue; you were still wiped out from the night before’s activities to wake up before he left. All you had to do was abstain until noon at the latest for him to be finished. Unfortunately, you didn’t account for how whiny Shanks would be when he woke up with a hangover.

At this point, it shouldn’t surprise you that he would use that angle, or any angle if you’re being honest, to have sex. He saw the opportunity and immediately jumped on it. You were always at your most pliable right after waking up. You were already cuddled up in his chest, head resting in the crook of his neck when he began to complain of a headache. He promised that it would be, “just the tip,” and that, “Nothing cured his headaches like an orgasm did,”. A more awake you would have turned him down in a heartbeat considering the last time you had disobeyed Beck you weren’t allowed to cum for an entire week, which with your high libido partners felt like an eternity. But with the combination of his soft words and gentle touches, you found yourself ass up, chest down as he took you from behind. He had already fucked you to the point of overstimulation as he continued to chase his own high after you had already reached your peak. If it wasn’t your moans that could easily be heard from the corridor, or the lewd sounds of Shanks’ pelvis meeting your ass, the slamming of the bed against the wall was a dead giveaway. Shanks came deep inside you as Beck slammed your shared bedroom door wide open. You probably would have been left off easy if it weren’t for your overly bratty tone when asking Beck, “The fuck you gonna do about it,” in response to him asking if you had anything to say for yourselves. Your mouth immediately shut as he stood over you both, arms crossed, with a deep-set frown. In that moment there was no question that you were fucked.

You lost count of how many orgasms had passed at this point. You had just come to terms with the fact that you wouldn’t find relief tonight when Beckman threaded his fingers through your hair and forced you to look up.

“Still doing okay angel?” he asked, checking in on you. He reached around your back and inserted a finger into your grasp as he stared down at you lovingly. You squeezed his finger once without hesitation, signaling yes.

 ���Good,” he hummed, “Make me cum.”

You immediately perked up. Beck smiles down at you, looking at you with eyes full of admiration. Without missing a beat you pulled back from his pubic bone, your tongue tracing the underside of his cock as you pulled back so only the head of his cock was still resting in your mouth. Beck groaned as you maintained eye contact as you sucked on the tip of his cock, tongue tracing his urethra, before sliding down and continuing to tease the veins on the underside of his cock. He let this go on for a minute or so before tightening his grip on your hair, halting your movement.

“Baby, stop teasing and make me cum, or I’ll show you what teasing gets you.” He grunted. While his threat was vague you decided to air on the safer side as you began to bob your head, taking as much in him as possible.

“Fuck,” Beck moaned tilting his head back. You set a brutal pace before Beck took over. His grip on your hair tightened as he began to trust into your mouth. Your eyes watered as you now focus solely on your breathing. You momentarily broke eye contact to take in your other love. He was desperately whining, as Beck pumped his cock in succession with his thrusts into your mouth. Your only warning before Beck came was the slight twitch of his cock on your tongue. He was too focused on stealing another orgasm from Shanks to give a proper warning. You took in a deep breath as his seed flooded your system. Your eyes watered, lips stinging, as he held you firmly down on his cock. He slowly released his hold on you and Shanks as he fell back on his forearms.

You gasped for air as you pulled off of his now flaccid penis. You panted, resting your head on his thigh as you tried to catch your breath. Beck took a beat to recover before he began to untie Shanks’s hands. He immediately intercepted Shanks’s left hand as he went to relieve his aching pain of overstimulation without release. Beck clicked his tongue at him.

“Since you were so desperate for each other. I'll allow you to get each other off,” Beck started, Shanks immediately began to impatiently make his way over to you before Beck grabbed his upper arm and continued, “The only caveat being that whoever cums first won’t be able to cum for the rest of the day.”

“I never said we were done,” Beck said, pulling a desperate whine from Shanks’s throat. Beck ignored his whining as he slid down to the floor and began to undo the knots of your restraints. He gave your forearms a once over until he was satisfied, placing your needy form on the bed.

“Baby, go lay down on your back,” Beck ordered you.

You quickly followed his direction as you lay down in the center of the bed. You waited as patiently as you could, the only thing giving away your need was the shameless rubbing of your thighs together. Soon Shanks was ordered to crawl over you in a 69 position. Shanks nudged your thighs apart, before immediately going for your clit. You couldn’t help but moan as his fingers quickly joined in, stroking up and down your slit before breaching your pussy.

Beck as always took gentle care of you. He cleaned you up with a warm washcloth, while simultaneously checking that you were not only physically okay, but mentally as well. In what felt like a matter of seconds you found yourself back under the covers with your partners. Both you and Beck cuddled around Shanks reaping the benefits of his natural warmth. 

You got him back immediately as you deep-throated his cock. You could feel him gasp against your clit. Not missing a beat, you traced your fingertips down his length teasingly before you began to gently massage his balls in tandem with the bobbing of your head. He sucked harshly on your clit in retaliation, thrusting a second finger into your heat. You panted against his cock as you tried your hardest to not orgasm. You quickly sucked two of your fingers into your mouth as you continued to jerk him off. Once you were satisfied you traced your fingers down his cock, past his balls, and began to lightly trace over his asshole. Shanks's reaction was instantaneous as he began to grind back against your fingers. While you knew it was a dirty move, there was no way you’d be able to hold off much longer. Your efforts were almost immediately rewarded by the telltale twitch of Shank’s cock against your tongue. While this time you had more of a warning, you were still overwhelmed by Shanks’s cum. You were only able to swallow half of it, the rest splattered on your lower face and neck. At this point, you were well past the point of caring. You collapsed onto the bed. You were about to move to clean up when Shanks suddenly buried his face back into your cunt, doubling his efforts. You couldn’t help but lie there and moan as Shanks traced made-up designs on your clit while fingering you with a third finger. Before you knew it you were cumming hard on his face; your thighs squeezing his head in place. The edging causes an almost painful stimulation. After riding out your orgasm, you and Shanks collapsed becoming a mess of limbs as you both lay down motionless on your bed.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed the this one-shot. I'm hoping to finish the other two kinktober one shots in the up coming weeks. I only have four request currently so I'm hopeful I'll be able to get them out before February.

[derangederensimp]

Your Roommate Toji

Jujutsu Kaisen Smut

Toji Fushiguro x Fem Reader

CW: Masturbation, Sadism, Masochism, Oral Fem receiving, Virginity Loss, Healthy Age Gap (Toji is his mid 30s and me being the author and write the stories based on me, I’m 22 so) daddy kink, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Biting, Hickeys and whatever I missed.

🔞 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. WE ARE NOT HAVING A REPEAT OF WATTPAD

A thank you to @poohbea for making the Toji Gif 🥴

“H-harder please go harder” you moaned, tossing your head back into your pillows. The vibrator buzzing inside as you fantasized your roommate in it’s place instead your cheeks burned with embarrassment at your desperation. Right when you were about to finish you heard the jangling of keys and shoes being kicked off hitting the floorboards, instantly turning off your toy and tossing it to the side. You hear heavy footsteps, you think they are walking past but then your door swung right open. There stood your roommate. Luckily you were under the covers and now clothed again after pulling your pants on. A mistake was not having enough time to put your vibrator back in your nightstand. There the man stood, his black t-shirt couldn’t have been tighter as he hung in the doorway. His face was wearing that grin you always hated but the curve of his lip showcased the scar so beautifully.

“Toji what the fuck, knock!” you scolded. “No” he bluntly said before walking into your room and plopping onto your bed, he was dangerously close to your toy and you hoped he wouldn’t somehow trigger it on somehow. “Why should I knock if you are alone all the time y/n?”

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Toji knew that most of your nights you spent alone and knocking wasn’t really needed. Nor did you ever ask him to knock before so he knew something was up. He didn't need to worry about his innocent roommate sleeping around and inviting random men into his house. Laying his head into his hand he stared at you squinting his eyes at you although he had a few drinks in him he knew his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. Being an experienced man he knew that smell well, you were turned on, just what were you doing before he got home. He smirked at the thought before chuckling to himself

All those nights he’d lay in his bed, cock in hand pumping his fist furiously imagining it was your hand instead of his rough calloused palm. Lusting over what your moans would sound like if they were caused by him instead of your damn vibrator. Why wouldn’t you just ask him to fuck you he’d think to himself almost making him want to ge out of bed and angerly pound on your door and ask why. Show you what you’d sound like with him between your thighs instead.

He was sobering up but knew he could play the part of being more tipsy to see what you would say to his request. Every other time he attempted to hit on you or get you to fuck him you’d brush him off but now that you were horny would you reject him now? If you rejected him then he could pretend the next day nothing happened. Of course his ego would be a bit bruised but nothing a night out couldn’t fix.

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“Y/nnn” he dragged out your name while he laid on his side. He finally caught on to your eye movements shifting from him to a spot on your bed that his arm was getting close to. “Seems like it wasn’t a successful night” you said trying to grab his attention. Whenever Toji would go out drinking with his friends he’d always come back bragging about fucking some chick before he left the bar but little did you know he was bluffing. Ever since you moved in he cut that shit out, he knew one way or another you two would hit it off and maybe have some fun together if that’s what you wanted or that he’d make you his if that's what you desired.

“I just want to be between your thighs y/n.”

Your eyes shot open wide at what you just heard, sitting up straighter in bed you went to speak but he interrupted you.

“This thing couldn’t please you now could it” his large hand grabbed the toy on top of the covers before his thumb switched it on. Your face felt like it was burning as your mattress vibrated. You felt like your body couldn’t move as he switched it up a notch making it vibrate on the highest setting “is this the setting you use when you think of me y/n? You look so cute when you blush, why are you embarrassed? You don’t think I hear you late at night with my name on your tongue? You know all you had to do was ask.” There it was that grin again but this time his eyes were half lidded, pupils blown black like he was eyeing his prey ready to jump you.

But he didn’t touch you, he stayed right there just his hand on your vibrator waiting for your response. You couldn’t tell if you were just having one of those very vivid dreams but the sound of your vibrator shutting off and the feeling of your bed getting lighter snapped you out of your trance. Looking up he was heading for the door with his hands tucked into his pockets. Getting up you stumbled over your feet slightly but was able to grab onto his shirt stopping him in his tracks “I took your silence as a no y/n”

“Y-you didn’t give me enough time to process all that you said. You’ve never spoken to me like that before let alone have I ever had a man speak to me that way before..” you tightened your grip on his shirt not letting go. “Oh so the men you sleep with must be boring huh?” Toji tried to take a step forward but now your body was pressed against his back. He could feel your breasts beautifully pressed on him, making his cock stir to life in his pants.

“Y/n” his low voice called your named.

His muscles felt so nice in your hands as you softly ran them on the back of his arms slowly feeling around each curvature, your brain taking note of how he let out a sigh when your nails accidentally grazed his skin a little hard. “I haven’t slept with anyone before Toji, I just use the vibrator” you say as close as you can get to his ear while standing on your tippy toes dragging your hand down his neck before going flat on your feet again. His fists clenched in his pockets as his cock pulsated in his pants. Thinking to himself that it was perfect, his roomate really was this innocent woman he painted her out to be and with her permission he could make her his. “Fuck, would you like that to change Sweetheart?”

“Please” you breathed out, your tone sounding so needy. He was quick to turn around, looking at you up and down. He couldn't help but grin at your face and how you tried to avoid looking at him. Grabbing your chin and bringing his face down to yours he kissed your lips putting his palm on your cheek as his other hand rested on your hip walking you backwards to your bed till your knees hit your mattress. The warmth of his palm on your skin could make you melt. His kiss only became more heated when he slipped his tongue into your mouth lifting you up onto your bed and caging your body beneath him. When he finally pulled away a string of saliva still connected the two of you.

He slid his hand up your shirt groping your breast in his hand squeezing it. He was glad you weren’t wearing a bra. It was one less thing he had to take off of you “I can go slower if you need me too” he said in between peppering your neck with kisses. “More” you softly moaned. His cock painfully pressed against his pants twitching begging to be let loose, biting his inner cheek he knew he needed to hold himself back at least for your first time. He bit down on your neck leaving teeth marks behind, your fingers dug into his shoulders making him groan. “Did you like that sweetheart?”

All you could do was nod your head, your brain was short circuiting trying to keep up with the fact that your roommates lips were on your neck, his teeth left marks on you, and hands were feeling you up.

Next to go was your shirt he lifted it up over your head tossing it to the side, he couldn’t help but say fuck at your breasts, the way they bounced when he pushed them around made his head spin. Taking them into his hands he kissed from your neck down, taking a nipple into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around it made you take a fistful of his hair and cry out his name. Filling Toji’s fantasy of hearing you moan his name but he couldn’t wait till he was pounding into you to hear you cry it out instead.

His other hand tweaked the other nipple making you squirm beneath him. He looked up at you with his mouth still clasped to your nipple before letting it go with a pop sound “too much? I haven’t even gotten started yet” He teased. Switching to the other nipple to sucked on it a few times before he kissed down your stomach, stopping at a few places to leave hickeys and bite marks to hear your whines before he got to your shorts.

These shorts drove him fucking crazy, they barely covered your ass and you would wear these while he had his friends over. Toji would often have to go to his room for a few minutes to pump one out after seeing you bend over exposing your entire ass to him by accident and how you’d act like he didn’t see a damn thing. But now he has the pleasure of finally taking them off of you.

Before he could, your legs shut on him. He managed to part your legs a little bit for him to get a peek at your face “y/n comeon open up, I want to get a taste. You’ll let daddy taste his sweet girl won’t you?” He wanted to try out how you’d respond to calling himself Daddy and he wasn’t expecting to see your pupils full black with lust and your hand now resting on his head. “Now that’s a look I could get used to. Spread your legs. Now. I won’t ask again” he rubbed his hands up and down your thighs not breaking eye contact from you while you slowly spread your legs wide for him.

Toji liked the idea of corrupting you. You liked him being called daddy, you liked when he bit your neck leaving marks, pulling his hair, and clawing his back so inflicting pain as well. His mind was swirling with what else you could possibly be into but for now he’d stick with these not to overwhelm you.

“That’s Daddy’s Good Girl.” Toji praised, hooking his around your waistband and panties yanking them off in one swoop. He stared marveling at the sight of your soaked cunt, your juices flowing out of you and onto the plush of your ass. Grabbing your thighs he pulled you flush to his face, his tongue laying flat against you giving one first lick up before he went to attacking your clit with the tip of his tongue and his fingertips digging into your thighs.

Your hand going straight to his hair, taking a fistful of it as your head sank further into the pillow, a moan ripping through your throat as he started to suck on your clit, his eyes staring up at you in a hungry state as if he was asking you for more. Letting go of your clit with a pop sound he put his thumb at your clit rubbing circles into it as his tongue licked at your cunt, slowly putting it inside when your walls squeezed making Toji groan. He couldn’t wait to feel you on his cock. His other hand reaching up to your breast playing it in his palm before he tweaked your nipple. Your moans growing louder and louder either each movement combined making your thighs begin to shake and back arch.

Lifting his mouth from your lips “you wanna cum?” He teased, slowing his thumb down to a stop and just applying pressure making you whine out his name. “Use your words sweetheart” he kept his eyes on you, biting his inner cheek wanting to go back to licking you clean he was addicted to your taste. “Yes please” … “please what?” Lifting his thumb up from your clit. Your cheeks burned at what you were about to say “please daddy” you whined. His smirk couldn’t be more devilish as he dipped his head back down between your legs and sucking on your clit, adding two fingers curling them to push your g spot repeatedly. Your cunt squeezing his fingers as you came, his tongue licking up every last drop before pulling his fingers out of you.

He stared at you while bringing his finger to his mouth licking them clean “good girl” he praised getting up from your thighs and hovering over your face with his. Pulling his head down to your lips you kissed him deeply huffing air as you were still catching your breath. Once you pulled away you tried to push on his shoulders to get him onto his back but his arms stayed where they were beside your head keeping him up. “Do you want to keep going y/n?” He asked softly. “Mhm, get on your back please”

“Sure” he couldn’t help but chuckle. He took his tight black shirt off tossing it on the ground before getting on his back while your hands went to unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants before you tried pulling them off of him, he got them the rest of the way off leaving him just in his briefs. Putting his arms behind his head he watched your fingers coast along his abs then around his waistband before you palmed his cock making him groan. Freeing his cock his underwear you couldn’t help but stare at his size giving it a few pumps watching how it twitched desperately in your hand. Kissing his abs and sucking on a spot to leave a mark you got closer and closer to his cock bringing your lips to the tip and giving it a small peck. Getting his pre on your lips and licking it off.

His hand twisting softly in your hair as your mouth sank on his cock, your tongue licking up his shaft as your doe eyes stayed on him the whole time. He was losing it each second he watched his length disappear into your throat “f-fuck y/n” his other hand rubbed at the side of your hallowed cheek. You sucked gently on the tip pumping his cock a few more times before he grabbed your chin “I can’t take this anymore. I need to be inside sweetheart”

“Impatient” you cooed, straddling him and rubbing your cunt against his cock making him moan your name. He was cursing in his mind at how wet you were and being so close to finally having you. Your lips were sucking on his neck leaving sweet marks behind, the way he could feel your teeth graze his skin drove him insane.

“Mmm I am. Let me take things from here” he whispered into your ear. Sitting up against your headboard he helped turn you around making you have your back on his check. Looking up you saw yourself in the mirror making you put your hands over your face. “Is this why you have your mirror set up here? What a naughty thing. Don’t be all shy now, take your hands off your face and keep your eyes open look at where we connect” His breath was hot on your neck as he kept your legs spread open and hovering above his cock. “You ready?” He stared at your reflection, his tip resting at your dripping entrance.

“Yes!” You cried out as he bit at your collarbone. Lifting you up in his arms he bent his knees planting his feet on your bed. Lowering you slowly on his cock his eyes didn’t move from the reflection of your cunt stretching around him. Hearing you whine snapped him out of the trace the image had on him stopping from putting his cock in all the way “your vibrator didn’t get you ready for my size huh sweetheart” he teased, his thumb rubbing at your thigh trying to sooth the possible pain you may be experiencing.

“S-shut up and just fuck me” you furrowed your eyebrows at him, finally getting annoyed with his teasing. “You’ll pay for that later” he gritted his teeth, slamming you down on his cock. Your eyes went wide crying out his name, hands clawing at his thighs making him chuckle. “You can’t take me yet but don’t worry I’ll get you there” he said, kissing the back of your neck gently before tucking his chin into the crook of your collarbone and neck.

Toji’s eyes were glued to your cunt and how it kept sucking his cock in with each thrust, occasionally looking up at your face in the mirror to see your mouth agape, dragged out moans escaping your throat when he’d quicken his pace to only shove you down on him in one fast movement. “You feel so good sweetheart” he groaned. The knot in your stomach kept tightening with each thrust, his cock hitting your g spot repeatedly. “T-toji I h-have to cum please” you cried, throwing your head back into his shoulder. “If you keep clenching me like that I’ll cum too” he said in between pants.

His hand leaving one of your thighs and going to your clit circling his thumb around it while pumping into you. His thighs were flexed using both his strength from his legs and pushing you down onto him to set a new rhythm. Toji’s breath was hot against your ear as he breathed into it, his eyes rolling back into his head at the feeling of your cunt how beautifully it squeezed him. “A-ah fuck y-y/n let me fill you up. You are on the pill aren’t you. Shit” Toji slowed his pace, huffing out air he was getting extremely close. Thinking to himself he should’ve asked this way in advance, you wore a fucked out expression which drove him absolutely insane.

He watched as your eyes were now at your cunt watching his thumb circling your clit, cheeks flushed and hair a mess your mouth parted. He felt like he was sitting at the edge of his seat “I want you to fill me up Toji” your voice sounded so seductive the way your eyes were hooded, staring back at him in the mirror. He couldn’t help but grin picking his back back up, balls slapping against your ass, his thumb going at a faster pace and adding more pressure as the tip of his cock kissed your g spot. A few more thrusts and you two were done for, your moans combining into a sweet melody. White hot cum painted your walls as your cunt clenched around him milking Toji of all he had.

Continuing to fuck himself into you he just wanted to keep hearing you cry out his name along with daddy over and over again, a ring of your mixed juices remained on his cock as it twitched to life again inside. Your eyes went teary at the feeling, overstimulated but loving the feeling of fullness and warmth. He held you still on his cock panting against your neck before pulling your chin over to peck your lips softly. His arms wrapping around your body, your chest heaving to relax. “You never answered if you are on the pill” his voice sounded deeper than it usually is.

“I am-“ before you could finish your sentence he flipped you over onto your back. Hovering over you, you looked down seeing his cock still leaking cum, it made your cunt clench around nothing letting out a sigh. “Good, I want to fill you up a few more time then” his eyes hooded leaning down to kiss your lips, your arms wrapping around him with a simple “please daddy” escaping through the kisses.

He knew he was in trouble now. You were just as addicted to him as he was to the idea of you. No more bringing his friends over not until he got his full of you and could bare the idea of other men looking at you, no more going out not when you would be sitting alone at home and possibly playing with yourself instead of having him fuck you? No way he shook his head. Toji was never going to let you out of his grasp now.

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Masterlist | Part 2 | if you enjoyed this fic you should check out my other Toji fics but recommending next: Fitness Trainer Toji | Headcanons for Toji Fic Thursday. Needy Toji

Authors notes: pls I wasn’t a virgin when I was 22 or loss it this way but shiiiet if I lost it this way to Toji I wouldn’t have complained about my first time 😮‍💨

[hor3nee]

• 𝐇𝐮𝐜𝐨𝐰 •

A lot changed in the bedroom since you got pregnant; Including Leon's suggestions. Cow lingerie being the latest.

CW/TW: Fem!reader, Smut/Nsfw, Hucow Kink, Lactation kink, Pregnant!Reader, Married sex, Bickering & banter, P in v, Creampie, Lingerie, Kinky idiots in love, Leon Smitten Kennedy, (18+)

Characters: Leon Kennedy x Reader

AN: Reader is described as having big tits but aside from that & being pregnant no physical descriptors.

• Kinktober: Day 2 • AO3 Link • For @ficsforgaza Event •

“Is- Is this cow print?” You gawk, twisting the skimpy fabric in your hand, “are those, ears?” They matched the set, black and white spotted print coating them. A cow’s unmistakably.

“Yeah. Like them?” Leon smiled, as sheepish as the man acted in front of you now, filth was brimming behind his faux innocent eyes. Leon was far from a pure-minded man, but he bared the decency to act orderly and courteous in the bedroom, especially during the later stages of the pregnancy.

When Leon's home, he’s rickety. Shit faced grin and pouncing into the bedroom in the speed of light, giddy. Nothing of the upmost shock. The pregnancy though stressing him initially to the point of near insanity all things considered, had made his heart constantly swell. Same as his dick.

Not to your complaint; Leon was a horn-dog but he wore it well. Attentive and graceful. Rearranging the entirety of the bed before you'd fully been undressed, threading swift fingers into any crevice and shifting you around into whatever easiest position was needed.

There were moments the past coupling months you were tested to devious lengths, though. Always had he a preference for your boobs but it was almost comical recently, meddling with your cleavage in even the most crowded spaces, smothering his face into them and pawing at them in any position. You’d be left satiated but only feeling some sympathy for his wrists and neck the way he'd twist to find place upon you.

The shifts in the bedroom and changes in his behaviour ended there though. Mild inconveniences or more frequent shared intimacy. This? This was out there. Kinky as Leon was, this thinned the edge of your hormonal short-temper.

“And you want me to wear them?” You asked, hissing. Eye twitching.

“Yeah.” He repeated, curling swiftly behind you, kissing your temple and rubbing your stomach. Goading the good graces of you to hopefully humour him. “You’d look really cute. Real sexy.”

Turning your gawk turned to a glare, facing him over your shoulder. “As a cow? You calling me a cow? That I look like one?” This shouldn’t agitate you. Cow lingerie was truly not that out there— it was circumstances that made you offended.

“No, ‘course not.” Leon pouted, twisting into a soft smile. Leon was soft sickly sweet each week passing to months.

Massaging your feet when they ached. Cooing and praising you when your garments began to stretch, no longer fitting your growing body. Singing to your baby nestled inside each night peppering kisses on each mark stretching your tummy out.

He takes your hand holding the skimpy depraved set, murmurs all deep and gentle behind your ear. “But you’re all pretty like this, gotten all soft y’know?” Cups your chest with the other, gives it a squeeze. “For me? Swear you’ll looking fuckin’ beautiful in it.” He purrs.

Maybe that’s what clicks the correlation, it leaves you slightly more offended. But the way he fondles your chest soothes it’s stiffness. They’d been clogging, filled with milk. It wasn’t as apparent as it should’ve been but that’s definitely where the increasing obsession with your chest begun. Leon was still a man. A very filthy man. And you were starting to lactate, with swollen tits.

“This is weird.” You gritted, the top was cut in the middles, enlarged nipples out bare, stiffening in the cold of the room.

He smiled, settled in front of you sat back on his haunches. Complaint falling on deaf ears. Leon was thrumming, face bright red, he looked like he was gonna implode. Whatever sweet calm demeanour he had earlier goading you into the lingerie set had been crushed and gone. Pawing his groin and heaving. Yet to even touch you and the man had been sent to heavens back on the view alone.

The changes in your form always obviously did something to him more than usual sex did. Could be reasoned as natural biological thing, bearing his baby for one, the growing curves in your hips and chest. The ‘pregnancy glow’ and quote others commented on. The breeding kink.

“Weird? You look— Gorgeous.” He laughed in a strained shudder. It was clear now it was everything about you and more— he was entranced by you wholly. Pushed you against the array of pillows cushioning the headboard with the utmost devotion.

“Looking so, so fucking good, sweetheart.” He drawled, instantly all over you— A fly stuck to a sugar trap. Straddling you and rocking his hips, kissing up and down your taut stomach and any skin nearest. He was horridly hard, managed to slip out his boxers before you could catch it. Cant his hips against yours, sliding his already precum sticky twitching cock against you.

You couldn’t reply, the offence at everything slowly dissipating with the movements. You’d fucking Moo for him if he asked, hormones switching sanity in your brain off. Going wet and slippery instantly as he glided against your folds.

“So wet, all for me? Fucking hell, look at you. Such a pretty girl, pretty cow.” That should have been mortifying but you just grew slicker.

“M-mhm.” You nodded, wordless aside from a small moan.

If he wasn’t gonna savour you soon he’d cum before even getting it in. You were sprawled beneath him, wide and soft in all the right spots, the cow printed headband’s ears flopped with your head as you tossed it back. And your tits, nipples poking out the similarly cow print bra were leaking.

“Sweetheart,” he cooed, whole body shivering and brain well about to combust, “can I suck those pretty tits of yours? Milk ‘em.” Tip poking at your entrance at the same time.

Thoroughly melted at the humping, you nod, tugging at his hair— not intentionally but just how he liked it regardless, pulling him down against your chest. You’ve fallen so far down this rabbit hole, might as well indulge the fantasy. “Y-yes Leon, milk me.”

You’re gonna kill him one of these days.

Without needing any further answers Leon latches, suckling. And lord all mighty, nobody told you how fucking good it’d feel to have this sort of relief as well as pleasure from the weight being suckled out. Nipple simulation’s always good but this was breathtaking.

“Mm, tastes s’good.” He mumbled, moaning whorishly against your teet. Teeth graze it, swallowing up the sweet drink. Nails digging into his locks, beckoning him to keep suckling, your stomach protruding and poking his as he leans over to drink— He needs to be inside of you now.

Popping off with a wet trail of milk and saliva, he instantly latches to the other, only pausing to lather his tongue over it whilst it streams milk, you whimper, so does he.

“G-gotta fuck y’now sweetheart.” He announces, before sheathing himself and full body spasming with your nipple in his mouth.

It was gonna be a long night.

[jedoggo]

SPOILERS FOR II18

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ALSO THAT ENDING PART. WHJERR OJ GRABS HIS HANDS AND PAPERBLUSHIFNF I CANT I CANT IM SHAKING I WANT A RELATIONSHIP LIKE THJS

[thefreakandthehair]

(don't bother) calling me when you're sober | rating: m | wc: 1.5k

content warnings: future fic, parental alcoholism ("falling off the wagon"), past parental neglect, minor character death (i've committed wayne crimes i'm so sorry but it's not shown, just mentioned), emotional hurt/comfort, ends on a happy, hopeful note despite the tags

“My dad called.” 

Eddie walks into the room, pinched eyebrows and flared nostrils lit up by the multicolored Christmas lights they string on the tree every year, one hand balled into a fist. The reaction  wouldn’t surprise Steve so much if this happened years ago, when Al Munson was still living in the bottom of a bottle of Jack, but now? 

It’s been eighteen years since he’d gotten sober, nineteen years since his last stint at Hawkins County, and fifteen years since making a genuine attempt to right the wrongs of Eddie’s childhood and build a relationship with his son. 

Fifteen years after Eddie let him in, let him try, let him earn Eddie’s trust. 

Fifteen years is a long time and to see Eddie so vitriolic in the doorway of their apartment’s living room— hands shaking, body shaking— Steve knows something must’ve gone wrong. 

“What happened?” Steve asks, standing from the couch and meeting Eddie where he stands, holding the hand not curled tightly around itself. 

“He’s drunk. He called, and he was drunk.” 

Steve’s chest pulls tight, his heart racing. What does someone say to that? What can someone say to assuage that kind of deep anger, pain, and betrayal? His thoughts are scattered as they try to make sense of what Eddie just said, and he’s even more grateful now that Ronnie wanted a sleepover with Aunt Robin tonight. 

“Eddie, fuck. I’m so— ” Before he can finish his thought, Eddie leans back against the doorframe, ripping his hand out of Steve’s and tangling his fingers in his hair, tugging. 

“How could he? How fucking could he?!” Eddie bellows, eyes squeezed shut. “He knew! He knew that if he ever did this again, I’d be done. For good. For forever. And he did it anyways! After eighteen fucking years!” 

His eyes fly open and Steve stands still and nods him on. There are just no words to fix this, and trying for the sake of filling the silence has never served him well.

“He did it anyway! Two days before fucking Christmas, a week before the anniversary of—” He chokes and cuts himself off. 

He knows what Eddie was going to say. A week before the anniversary of Wayne’s death. It’s been on his mind, too, of course. On his mind and in their conversations over breakfast with eccentric mugs of coffee, over the tangled lights that Wayne could always figure out. The year hasn’t been the kindest to them, particularly Eddie, and Steve wants to protect Eddie as much as he can from whatever he can. 

But he can’t shield him from this. Al Munson skips to the top of his shitlist.

“That son of a bitch!” Eddie rams his fist sideways against the door jam, leaving a sharp, red mark along his pinky. “He promised, and I believed him. Why the fuck did I believe him, Steve?”

Steve takes a step closer and grabs both of Eddie’s hands, carefully soothing the angry mark. “It’s been almost twenty years, babe. Trusting him with so much time invested makes sense. Hell, I did, too.” 

“I’m— I’m in my 30s, hurt and angry about the same shit I was hurt and angry about as a fucking kid. All the nights I slept in the backseat of the car because he blew his money at the bar, all the car accidents and court appearances and jail time, all the mornings I missed school because he didn’t know what fucking day it was,” Eddie rants, stopping to take a breath before picking back up, Steve’s own heart cracking and raging the more he speaks. 

“And every time he’d get sober, he’d always promise. He’d promise it would be the last time, and it never was. Not once could he choose his fucking son and I didn’t understand it then, but now that we have Ronnie, I understand it even less. If I was sick enough to walk away from her, I’d walk my happy ass to the nearest fucking rehab. I get that it’s a disease, I get it, I get it, I get it. But I can’t— I can’t do it again. Not this time. Eighteen years just down the fucking drain because of his company’s holiday party? How can I ever believe him again? Or trust him again?” 

Eddie’s voice grows raspier, breath shallow and quick, eyes watery. “Every time this happened when I was a kid, I always had Wayne. He’s the only person who really got it, y’know? The only one who lived it with me and now, I don’t even have him. My dad’s drunk, slurring his way through who fucking knows what on the phone, and no one else can fully understand the magnitude of what that feels like for me.” 

He squeezes his eyes shut again and drops forward toward Steve, forehead on his shoulder and arms loosely hung around Steve’s waist. Steve still doesn’t have words that bandage this up, but he knows how to show his husband love in other ways. Ways that, over the years, have become a language all their own. Steve pulls him in tight, one hand near his waist, the other cradling the back of his head. Fingers slide carefully beneath the hem of Eddie’s tee-shirt and rub little, repetitive circles into the small of Eddie’s back while he cards his other hand through Eddie’s hair, scratching his scalp and holding him to his chest to feel the rhythm of Steve’s own heartbeat until his breath returns to a steady pace. 

It’s only then that Steve speaks. 

“I don’t know what to say, Ed. It’s fucked up, and if you want to me like, hit him with my car, you know I’m game.” Steve feels Eddie laugh— just a few puffs of air through his nose but it’s a laugh all the same. “But I’m here, and we’re gonna figure it out, okay? Whatever you decide to do, we’ll do it together.”

Eddie nods and lets himself be led to the couch, Steve tucking Eddie into his side and pulling the afghan up over them. 

“I never want to be what Al was to me to our daughter,” Eddie whispers, not looking away from the tree. 

“Well, you’re ahead of the game, because she’s already older than you were when he started hitting the bottle hard. And I know there’s the genetic piece to it that everyone talks about, but nurture counts for a lot of who we become, too. Shit, I owe Joyce Byers a huge thank you for being more of a parent to me than my own were because she’s probably the reason I didn’t turn out like Dick Harrington. Ronnie’s never going to have an Al Munson in her life, because you weren’t raised by Al Munson. That’s not whose legacy you’re passing down. You’re passing down love, not pain.” Steve presses a soft kiss to Eddie’s temple and feels his whole body sag into him. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Eddie’s voice is quiet now, a far cry from his earlier venomous edge. 

Silence nestles onto the couch with them, a comfortable addition, as they watch the basketball game Steve had on before Eddie told him about the phone call. Watch is a loose description, actually. They're more just looking at a moving, flashing screen. 

“My hand really hurts, by the way,” Eddie announces, holding up the hand he’d used to punch the doorjam. “That was fucking dumb.”

“Maybe a little bit, but I get it,” Steve untucks a hand from beneath the blanket and outstretches his palm. “Lemme see?”

Eddie plops his hand into Steve’s and Steve takes a look, mentally working down the check list he’s memorized from his decade plus of EMT work. No obvious breaks, nothing looks crooked, Eddie’s able to move each finger and flex his hand without severe pain. 

“If anything, it’s just gonna be bruised tomorrow. But I’ll fix it,” Steve grins and lifts Eddie’s fist to his lips, carefully kissing each knuckle and paying a little extra attention to the pinky that delivered most of the blow. 

“I’m so in love with you, Steve.” Eddie rests his temple on Steve’s shoulder. “You know that, right?” 

“I know,” Steve agrees, chest fluttering despite the circumstances. “And I’m in love with you, too. You know that, right?”

Eddie snuggles in and wraps Steve up, full koala, as though he’s trying to get as close as possible without actually cracking Steve open and climbing inside of him. 

“Definitely.”

The next morning, Aunt Robin brings Ronnie home and together, they decorate the gingerbread cookies that only vaguely look like people but are good enough to pass for a seven year old. Halfway through, Eddie’s cell phone rings and the caller I.D. reads Al. Steve watches, worried that Eddie’s going to answer in the middle of their decorating. That he’ll forget Ronnie’s having the time of her life, and that in his righteous indignation, Eddie will leave the table to go fight and argue.

There’s so much to be said, and Steve wouldn’t blame him, but he breathes a sigh of relief when Eddie simply declines the call and sets about pouring more edible glitter onto his design with a smile down at their daughter. 

[lizardlicks]

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[whiskeyghoul]

Hi can you please write a Hotchner x reader

Reader and Hotchner are married and reader is extremely pregnant. It’s kinda like season 1 episode 22 where hotch sends Elle home but instead it's the reader. And similar events take place, except the reader is kidnapped instead of shot. And it’s a quest to find and save her.

Stay safe, be smart || [Aaron Hotchner x Pregnant!Reader]

A/N: Thank you for the request! This will be a little break between the new sbmws update, since it is taking a bit longer to flesh out. It sounded super interesting and high stakes to me so I hope you enjoy it. It was interesting to write something a lot more case based than what I am used to writing. So if anyone has any more requests please let me know!

WC: 3.3K

Tags: Angst, violence, pregnancy, aaron x reader, pregnant reader, 18+ case mentions, implied violence, death and murder, fluff at the end I suppose.

Warnings: Case details, violence against pregnant women (no real violence described but implied), death, murder, general criminal minds content.

Aaron’s pov

The sun was beating down on the team as Aaron stepped out of the SUV. It was sweltering in the Phoenix heat. He opened the passenger door, helping you out of the vehicle. Married just a year, you were now pregnant and nearing your maternity leave date. “Thank you.” Your voice was honey sweet to him. Your hand in his before you took it to rest on your belly. He’d felt protective over you for weeks now. Afraid something would happen to you, or the precious little being growing inside of you. He’d asked you every week to take early leave, yet you, stubborn as ever, never agreed. Now he just tried to keep you safe in the field, and when he could put you on office duties.

This case was going to be a hard one.

Greeted by the local police, they led the team to the site where the last body was found. Opening the door of the shed made a wall of smell slam into his face. The crime scene was anything but pretty, with the weather the decomposition had set on quickly, leaving the non air conditioned shed they walked into one of the worst smelling scenes they had been to in a while. He knew it was bad when he had seen the picture, it was even worse in real life. When he heard you enter behind him it was only a moment before you bolted back out the door. “I’ll be right back.” Aaron said to the team before following you outside.

He knew what he would find, but still it pulled at his heart to see you hunched over, emptying your breakfast in a bush just a few feet away from the scene. Your nose had been extremely sensitive the past few weeks, he’d felt bad every time you mentioned just feeling nauseous from the smell of certain things. Jack’s soccer shoes for one, had been banished to the garage. “Are you alright, sweetheart?” he asked, walking over to gently rub your back as you heaved a sigh. Standing back up to full height once you felt confident enough that there wouldn’t be any more upchucking. “The smell, Aaron, it’s horrible.” You wiped the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand. “I know.” he offered an apologetic smile as he pulled you into a side hug. Pressing his lips chastely against your temple. “There’s a bottle of water in the SUV, I think you might need to sit this one out.” He tried to make his voice soothing, placating. He didn’t want you to protest against it. 

“I can sit in the SUV, wait until we get back to the precinct and then work from there?” You said it like a question. Though it was clear you would rather be in the field, that was your place. Aaron nodded his head yes, “That sounds like a smart plan. We’ll get back as soon as possible.” He fished the keys to the SUV out of his pocket, handing them to you with a small, comforting smile. You took them, lips pressed in a thin line, nodding your head before taking off. Aaron walked back to the shed, ready to face the crime scene and finish up as quickly as possible.

The body was that of a woman, the third one in three weeks. Exactly a week apart, the unsub was consistent to say the least. The previous bodies had been thoroughly inspected, Aaron had no doubt they would find similar evidence on this woman. The previous bodies had been raped, but there was no semen left behind. The wounds were a near exact match, in the type, deep slashes on the limbs. Worst of all was the deep, surgical cut mirroring that of a C section. Each victim had been pregnant, the infants bodies were found close to the mother. He knew it was a tough case, emotionally it was going to be worse with you close. The idea of sending you home nestling in the back of his mind. Just in case. To be safe. But he also knew you would never agree. Which was still hard to accept. When they got to the precinct Aaron put you on geographical profile duty together with Spencer. There you would be alright.

“Can’t I go help interview the family?” You spoke up, the rest of the team looked at you. Usually you had just accepted the task handed to you. Aaron looked up from the papers he had just gone to reorganize. “Are you not satisfied with your task, Y/N?” he quirked a brow, looking at you he noticed the shift in your body language. Something in you was determined to get out of the precinct and ‘be more useful’ as you would put it. “I just think that Reid does not need my help on the geographical profile. He’s perfectly capable of doing it himself. Like he has done the cases before.” You crossed your arms. Resting them on the protruding belly, with an arched brow that conveyed an air of annoyance. Aaron sighed, he didn’t want to let up, but you did have a point. Reid had managed fine on his own for the last few cases. “Fine, you can go with JJ to interview the families. But only for the interviews. Stay safe.” He gave in. His lips pressed into a thin line. He really didn’t want to play favorites. Yet he relented so easily at times like these. Your small triumphant smile was barely there but he got a glimpse of it before you turned to the door, leaving him alone to ponder why he even said yes. 

“I thought I told you only the interviews!” Aaron had to take a deep breath, calm down, but his blood was rushing in his veins. If something happened to you, well, he wouldn’t forgive himself. You sat in the back of an ambulance, getting your wounds tended to. He had gotten to the scene as quickly as possible, racing from the precinct to the home of the family. “Thanks to me we have a suspect in custody.” You retorted, wincing as you moved your arms. There was a deep cut that looked to be made with glass, scrapes on your knees that tore straight through the pants. “You could have ruined the entire case. We don’t know if this is the unsub. We didn’t even have a profile yet.” he continued to scold. When he heard you had attacked a man, who was lingering around the house of the family, he knew he had made the wrong choice in letting you go. “He was stalking them! Clearly a sign of a killer checking up on the devastation he has caused.” you raised your voice. A certain mix of anger and panic mingling in the sound of it. 

Aaron sighed, pinching his furrowed brow, you had gotten hurt. “Go to the hotel. You are off the case.” his voice sounded cold to him. It must have sounded even colder to you. “W-what?” You stumbled over the word. He looked back at you, to see your jaw slack, eyes wide in confusion. “You are off the case. I can’t have an agent running around and attacking anyone with no probable cause. We need evidence, not intuition.” He explained. You closed your mouth. A deep swallow as you nodded your head. He could see your jaw tick, holding back from saying anything. “I’m sorry… I’ll see you for dinner.” He whispered but you looked away, eyes cast to the ground as though looking at him would hurt. He felt a tug at his heart. It was for the best. You would be safe in the hotel. He made a mental note to bring your favorite food to make it up to you.

Your pov.

Aaron was right. You had been reckless, even more so than usual. Now you were just reaping what you sowed. The wound on your arm stung, so did your knees. Everything had been cleaned with alcohol and bandaged up nicely by the medics on scene. JJ had stayed with you and drove you back down to the hotel, but you didn’t feel like going inside just yet. Being stuck in a stuffy room with just your thoughts didn’t sound that appealing. And you probably wouldn’t be able to nap. The little one in your belly was using your lungs as their own personal punching bag.

There was a park nearby the hotel, and a stroll in the slowly cooling late afternoon sounded nice. So you had changed into a flowy skirt, since you wouldn’t be doing any running after unsubs anymore. The pants you were wearing were delegated to the trashcan in your hotel room. The afternoon air was still incredibly hot but more bearable compared to earlier in the day. The park was spacious, you walked towards the playground where laughter sounded out from the multiple young children running around. Soon you’d have one of your own children begging you to play tag, going down the slide with them. You smiled to yourself, placing your hand on your belly again, absentmindedly stroking it in a comforting motion. 

You watched for a while, though an unsettling feeling crept up the back of your spine. The hairs on your neck began to stand on end. Having a look around to see if anything suspicious was happening. Maybe you were over reacting. Overly sensitive due to hormones and the entire proceedings of the day. This is what got you kicked off the case. Scolding yourself internally for letting this feeling take over. You left the park, maybe it would be better to stay at the hotel. At Least you won’t get the impending feeling of dread there.

“‘scuse me miss.” A voice said, you looked up to see a man approaching you. Your guard immediately went up. “Can I help you?” You asked, trying to quell the thoughts of mistrust. “Just wanted to ask if you knew the way to the art museum.” He seemed innocent enough. Dark black hair, a clean shave, nice white blouse with no stains. No clear markers that would need you to be on guard. “I’m sorry, I am just here for the week. I don’t know.” You said honestly, though internally cursing yourself for revealing you were not native to the area. A stupid mistake, though it wouldn’t matter if there was nothing to fear. “Ah alright, thanks anyways.” He flashed a charming smile before taking a few steps to walk past.

You let out a soft sigh. See. No reason to be so nervous. You scolded yourself internally. Taking a few steps back in the direction of the hotel before you felt a pinch in your neck, a hand clasped over your mouth and everything went dark.

When you opened your eyes it was still dark, slowly adjusting to the surroundings. Your hands were tied down to a bed, along with our legs and straps around your torso. Neck incredibly stiff from whatever happened. Lights turned on, blinding you, blinking rapidly to adjust to the sudden influx of bright, white light. “You’re probably wondering where you are right now.” A voice called out from over speakers. Training kicked in, knowing it wasn’t smart to engage the unsub in any way like this. They want a reaction, something that allows them to relish in the fear they have created. Biting your tongue you stayed quiet. 

“Well, it doesn’t matter where you are. Because you won’t leave.”

Aaron’s pov

When Aaron entered the hotel room the lights were off. He noticed just how silent it was. Usually you would be tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable when taking a nap. But it was still early. He walked in quietly, trying to not disturb you if you had finally managed to get some well deserved rest. He felt horrible for kicking you off the case, but it was the smartest thing for him to do. The bag of take out rustled in his hand when he put it on the small desk pressed against the wall. Turning to look at the bed, it was still pristinely made, no sign of you. The only sign that you had been there was the pair of pants that laid in the garbage can. 

His blood ran cold. There could be a simple explanation. You went out for a walk. Or down to the lobby for some tea. He quickly took his phone out of his pocket. Hoping that you wouldn’t be too angry to pick up. Dialing your contact, it rang once before immediately heading to voicemail. Your chipper voice saying your name on the other end of the line did nothing to calm his increasingly quickly beating heart. He called again. Same thing. His hands began to feel just a little clammy. ‘Where are you?’ ‘Please text me.’ ‘Are you okay?’ All his text messages arrived but weren’t opened.

He dialed JJ’s number. Who picked up almost instantly. “You went to the hotel with y/n, right?” He asked, his voice strained. “Yes, I watched her walk inside.” JJ sounded a little confused, he could almost hear the frown in her voice. “She’s not here. I can’t reach her, and she never turns off her phone.” He sighed. “I’ll meet you in the lobby. I’ll try and call her.” She suggested it before hanging up the phone. Aaron left the room, leaving the take out behind to grow cold in favor of looking for you. 

When he reached the lobby not only was JJ there, she had apparently informed the rest of the team. All sitting in the leather chairs around a short table. “I can’t reach her either.” JJ spoke up as soon as she saw him. “We’ve all been trying.” Spencer chimed in. His eyes held a certain fear. It was the least comforting feeling knowing that no one on the team could reach you. “She is the unsub’s type. We have to assume that they got her, and we need to be quick.” Aaron’s voice didn’t sound like his own to him. Having to take a certain distance away from the personal part of what was happening. He didn’t want to assume the worst, but he knew he had to. They had a profile and a geographical one too, atleast. A male, who likely lost his wife or girlfriend during childbirth, along with the child. Looking for a replacement, and when the baby doesn’t look like the one he lost, he gets rid of it. A harrowing thought.

“Alright, I will call Garcia to trace her phone. Maybe we can see where it last pinged.” Derek voiced. A smart idea. Aaron couldn’t really think, his mind reeling with things that could have happened to you. “Thank you.” He said and nodded his head. “Prentiss, Rossi, could you canvas the area of overlap in the geographical profile? Take Reid if you must. We know they take the victims to a secondary location, look for something isolated, something that won’t be noticed.” He added, looking at the three agents. “JJ, could you talk with the precinct? Get the police out on the street, looking for signs of y/n or foul play.” JJ nodded her head in return. “Alright, any information you call me, let's go.” Aaron nodded his own head, trying to instill some form of confidence in himself. It was hard.

Aaron kept tabs on everything as minutes ticked by, they seemed like hours. Penelope called with the last ping of your phone, apparently when he had first called it still pinged before it was turned off. Perhaps the unsub scrambling after making a mistake. You did keep your phone in an unusual place just in case. He remembered when he first saw you put your phone in the side of your boot, a strange habit he quickly began to find endearing. Derek, JJ, and himself got into one of the SUV’s as they got the information. JJ went to call Emily to meet them at the last ping place. An ambulance was called for backup, along with some of the agents from the precinct. 

As they raced down a dusty road out of the city, the fear began to take over again. With what happened with Hailey, he couldn’t lose anyone else. He didn’t think that he would be able to bear that. His mind reeled with the idea of having to tell Jack what happened. Losing another mother figure, he didn’t know what damage that would do to him. And his unborn sibling. It would be his worst nightmare. His jaw set, trying not to think the dark thoughts, wanting to remove them from his mind. You were going to be okay. They were going to find you alive and well.

When they spotted a dilapidated white van in the distance, next to a small barn he knew they were in the right spot. “Stop the car, we can’t let him know we’re here.” Aaron instructed, Derek slowed down, parking the car about 20 feet away, hoping the engines didn’t give them away. The second black SUV pulled up next to them. “First, the van, we need to check that no one is inside, then we go to the barn.” He instructed the agents. All geared up in their vests and checking their sidearms. They moved together to the van, no one seemed to be in the driver's seat. The back doors were unlocked and when they opened them Aaron’s stomach dropped. Screens lined one wall, with a computer set up rivaling that of their tech analyst. 2 screens, still lit up with a live camera feed. Two different angles that showed you, tied to a bed, a gag in your mouth. A figure standing over you, dressed in surgical gowns. This was all being recorded.

He stormed out the van, taking the gun from his holster and getting it ready. He walked over to the barn door, the unsub was stupid enough to not lock anything. Maybe it was arrogance. But it made his work a lot easier. He nodded towards Derek, who kicked the door in. “Hands up, drop the knife.” Aaron called as he raised his gun, walking into the barn. The man looked up from you, having a big knife in hand he froze. Looking down for a quick second in contemplation. “Whatever you are thinking of doing, don’t. You are surrounded, either step away from her and put the knife down or face the consequences.” He could feel the blood rushing through his ears, anger and fear colliding inside of him. What he wanted to do was shoot him, punish him for hurting you. But he knew that wouldn’t be the intelligent thing to do. The man stepped away, reluctantly, and from a few feet away he dropped the knife.

Aaron walked over to you, quick strides as he holstered his gun. His hands were shaking as he reached you. Looking at the small cuts on your arms. The wound from earlier that day reopened. He ungagged you, watching as tears started to spill from your eyes, hearing repeated apologies fall from your lips. “Shh… no, I’m sorry. I was so worried. I’m sorry.” He shushed, petting your hair, letting the soft locks slip between his fingers. He quickly worked to unbuckle your limbs and body from the bed. As soon as he could he picked you up, holding you close. As if he could still lose you if he didn’t. “I shouldn’t have sent you away. I’m sorry. I got you now.” He mumbled, his hands holding you tightly as he felt your unregulated breathing against his neck. “I shouldn’t have done it. I should have just thought.” You apologized and he shook his head.

“It’s okay. It’s alright. You’re safe.” He picked you up, taking you to the ambulance and not leaving your side again.

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Fitness trainer Toji one shot

Toji Fushiguro x Fem Reader

CW: Suggestive comments, Toji is always horny for you, masturbation, teasing, fingering, choking, hickeys, biting, rough sex, spanking, praising, size kink, stomach bulge, mating press, and Creampie. Not proofread tbh sorry

Masterlist | Coworker Toji Part 1 & Part 2 | Your Roomate Toji

“Come on, you're doing so good. Finish up this set and I’ll reward you” He said, his arms crossed. He must’ve purposely worn this tank top clearly a size too small, his muscles protruding from them flexed as he glared at you.

“With what” you huffed

“Something that’ll make your legs shake more than this”

“F-fuck you” you said, finishing your set and resting. Toji always said things right as they came to his mind even if what he was saying was not appropriate. Or he’d say something like this that was a complete tease and fluster you. Your cheeks already pink from your work out, which hid your now blushing face.

“Wish you would” he held his hand out to you to help you up from the floor. Pulling you to your feet you stared at him speechless, your mind already replaying his words trying to comprehend if you heard the right thing come past his lips. That grin taunting you as he looked you up and down.

“Yea-uh I’ll see you tomorrow” you said, walking to the girls bathroom to wash away the sweat before you headed home for the night. Your muscles were sore as you laid your head against the tile letting the hot water pelt your back. His words repeating over and over again sighing to yourself. How long has it been since you got laid? Shaking your head you turned the shower off and dried off. Getting dressed and walking to your car to head home.

Once you got home you ran yourself a bath, your mind again returning to the thought of Toji. His arms caging you in against a wall, his breath hot against your neck as he spoke so roughly about how badly he wished to fuck you. One hand traveled down your body reaching your clit, your index finger moving in slow circles. Your mind going deeper as you imagined Toji pressing his lips against your neck leaving red marks behind. His tongue going up your neck, his hand squeezed on your jaw pushing your head up more. Hearing your whines at a specific spot he returned to it suckling on it.

Your finger going faster and faster adding pressure to your clit making you put your head back. You couldn’t help but think about how his rough fingers would feel on your body. His wandering hands feeling around your soft skin. Adding a finger inside you sighed wishing it was his, his fingers definitely could’ve satisfied you just well enough till he decided you were wet enough to take his cock. Recalling his dick print in those sweatpants he didn’t often wear, he looked huge there so what would it be like hard? Moaning out his name aloud keeping your pace.

Would your hand fit around it? “F-fuck” you moaned aloud as the pressure in snapped. Finally getting a release but you weren’t truly satisfied. Your cheeks burned red sorta being embarrassed that you got off just by the thought of him. You hoped that tomorrow you wouldn’t think about it once you see him.

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Your hands were sweaty, avoiding eye contact like the plague. One look at him and you were done for, your brain replaying what you desired most. You tried to focus on your hip thrusts but you couldn’t help but take a glance at him. He was sitting on the bench across from you, his eyes looked like they were racking over you. An almost hungry facial expression is what he wore, his body leaned forward, his arms resting on his knees. “There you go, just a few more” he praised.

His voice alone had your knees buckling, wanting to just pounce him right there. Finishing your set you moved onto your last work out, Squat pluses. He stood behind you watching your form making sure you were doing it right. You heard him let out of puff of air before you finished your last rep. Turning around you saw his hands in his pocket “you ok?” You asked, puzzled by his cheeks looking sorta flushed. “Just perfect. Good job today y/n” he said, usually he’d say something about your ass but no comment. Today he wasn’t super talkative like he usually was, but you do recall he usually doesn’t talk much when it’s leg day…

You looked down at his hands in his pocket again and looking back up, his cheeks looked more red. The cogs in your brain started turning as you were curious if he was hard just from watching you do some squats. “Are you hiding something Toji?” You teased not expecting him to grab your hand and rush towards the bathrooms. “T-toji what the fuck I can’t be in here with you” you tried pulling away but before you could he pressed your hand against his pants.

Your eyes went wide at the feeling, a heavy sigh left his lips before he spoke “You drive me fucking insane. Can’t take it anymore” He stared into your eyes, his pupils blown black with lust as he eyed you up and down. “Can I touch you?” He asked, all you could do was nod, your throat not allowing words to come out.

“Why exactly are you working on this again? Isn’t it big enough” he grunted, his fingers squeezing on your ass. Moving his hands around and watching it jiggle in the mirror “T-toji gentle pl-please I’m sore”

“Mmm do you really like things gentle? The look on your face looks like you are desperate for me to just ruin you” he teased, his hand now resting on your waist. It was like he was reading your mind, his eyes went soft as he stared down at you.

His other hand coming to your jaw and holding it still gently lifting your chin up to get a better angle. “Kiss me” he said, the spot between your legs was starting to get hot from just his touch. His lips meeting yours went from soft pecks to hungry kisses, your tongues pushing against each other, his hand slide down to your throat softly squeezing making you let out a soft moan. Toji couldn’t help but grin against your lips. He was going to have his fun with you finally after all this time, countless nights of him fisting his cock to you and he'd imagine you’d sound moaning on his cock. Pulling away a string of saliva connected the two of you.

His hand on your waist slid down your curves and under your waistband, his hand felt so big. Spread out he was able to cover your cunt, his fingers slipped through your soaked lips collecting your juices on them before he thumbed circles into your clit. “So fucking wet and I haven’t even really touched you. You’ve been fantasizing about this have you y/n? You aren’t so innocent like you try to act” Toji scoffed, softly chuckling at how your body was always shaking. Your hands gripped at his biceps, trying to keep a loud moan inside so no one heard you. Toji didn’t like that he wanted to hear what you sounded like. Thrusting two fingers inside and hooking them he pushed continuously on your g spot. Squeezing your thighs together to try and restrict his hands moment, staring up at him tears were starting to form in your eyes trying to void off s your orgasm but it was no use.

Your body gave it away to him, he felt your walls clenching around his fingers beautifully unable to keep his own moan to himself at the feeling wishing it was his cock instead. “You ganna cum already sweetheart? It looks like you needed this more than me huh? Go ahead, make a mess on my fingers” he commanded. Your body reacting to his words as he pumped his fingers in and out his thumb picking up the pace on rubbing your sensitive nub. Your thighs shook under you as you got closer and closer to your orgasm, you grabbed at Toji’s shoulders digging your fingers into his back making him grunt. Your pussy gushing all over his fingers, he kept pumping them in and out letting you ride out your high before he pulled them out.

“Lick them clean” he stared down at you, a sadistic look you haven’t seen on him before appeared on his face, his grin drove you insane. His mouth agape as he watched you opened yours, your tongue lolling out to lick his fingers clean just like he told you too. Sucking his fingers clean he kept them in your mouth, reveling at the sensation of your tongue.

“My place isn’t too far from here. Want to take this over there?” He stared hungrily at you. “What about my car?” You asked, Toji just chuckled “Sweetheart, I don’t think you’ll be going home tonight when I’m finished with you” his comment making your cunt clench around nothing.

He was right his place wasn’t far from the gym but still far away in terms of not being able to keep your hands off him. After he closed the door for you and got into the driver's seat, buckling up your hands were already all over each other again. He was trying to be a tease rubbing his hand up and down your thigh getting closer and closer to your throbbing cunt but when you palmed at his cock through his pants he couldn’t deny your clit some pleasure if you were pleasing him. He was half tempted to just pull over and grab you into his lap and fuck you right there but he fought off that thought.

Finally arriving to his condo he quickly got out and opened your door. Picking you up your legs wrapped around his waist, feverish kisses shared between the two of you as he walked towards his door. Your head wedged between his neck giving him kisses and bites all over making him groan. His sounds were so gruff, it made your cunt tingle. Suckling on the spots to leave behind red marks like he had on you as he fiddled with unlocking his front door. “I want you so bad” you whispered into his ear making his cock twitch in his pants.

Stepping inside you looked around at the dim lit place as he kept walking further into his place and into his bedroom. His scent filled your nose as he laid you down onto his mattress. His body fitting perfectly between your parted legs he hung his head above yours before dipping his lips down to yours. He only parted away from your lips to lift your shirt above your head and tossing it to the floor, leaning up some he worked at undoing your bra and slipping it off your arms. He couldn’t help himself but to stare his hands coming to your breasts squeezing them between his fingers.

Watching your nipples harden he licked his lips starting at his scar. Your cheeks were beet red with how he was marveling over another part of your body. Taking one into his mouth the other he played with between his fingers pinching it to gain a soft moan from your lips. Letting your nipple go with a pop before he spoke “There you go sweetheart, now you can be as loud as you want” he praised.

Leaning up from your body he hooked his fingers around your waistband and yanked your leggings and panties off in one motion. You instinctively went to cover your body up but his big hand stopped you pulling away your arm “you look so beautiful, don’t you hide from me y/n” Toji said. Letting your wrist go he sat up on his knees pulling his shirt off revealing his muscles he purposely went slow to watch the way your eyes went all over his chest and his abs all the way to his v-line. “Like what you see?” He teased.

He rested beside you putting his arms behind his head as he watched you sit on your knees in front of him. “You want to help me out y/n?” He looked down at his pants, the obvious tent made you gulp seeing just how big it looked. You nodded your head, reaching your hand over to his bulge palming it before he put his hips up some to let you pull down his pants and boxers, his cock springing out, hitting his stomach. He was pleased to see your reaction. Exactly what he expected it to be, shocked from his length and girth he knew that look on your face was you wondering if he would even fit “don’t worry I’ll get you ready to take all of me” he reassured you.

He played with your clit as you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock going up and down pre coming from the tip. He loved the sight before him how small your hand looked compared to his cock. Closing his eyes he was in pure bliss finally having you wrapped around his finger, he knew after tonight there was no going back with you and he’d still help you train but knew you’d definitely end up in his bed right afterwards. How luckily he felt that he got to you before one of the many guys who had their eye on you.

Adding two fingers into your pussy he massaged at your walls, hooking his fingers up to touch your g spot. Opening his eyes he was met with your face, cheeks all flustered pink as you pumped at his cock faster. “The pace you were going at was good sweetheart. Go slow” Toji said, placing his hand around yours and moving it slowly. Tossing his head back at the feeling “good girl”, turning his head he licked at your neck. He felt your body finally relax to his fingers making him grin “think you are ready for me?”

“Mhm” you said, staying on your knees you got into your favorite position putting your ass in the air and your face down. Toji bit the inside of his cheek at the sight. Getting behind you he took his cock into his hand and rubbed the tip at your entrance coating himself perfectly in your slick. He softly groaned at the feeling of the entrance of your cunt trying to take him inside already. Teasing your entrance with his tip slipping only part of it inside before pulling out of you “ You’ll be good for me won’t you? I want to hear you cry my name out. If it gets too much just tell me ok sweetheart? Don’t want to break you right away” Toji said, waiting for your response but nothing clicking his tongue to his teeth at your lack of response.

The tip of his cock waited at your entrance, His palm hit the side of your ass making you whine “Don’t make me repeat myself. You understand what I’m saying right? I’ll even give you a safe word. How about oranges”

“Yes T-toji. Please just fuck me already”

“Mmm I see. Impatient” his hips slammed into your cunt. Bottoming out inside you, filling you to your hilt, he stayed still. His hands gripping on your hips kept you where you were, you wailed his name into the sheets. He was the biggest you’ve ever been with, your cunt squeezed at him tightly as it tried to adjust to him. “A-ah fuck- y/n are you on birth control?” Toji asked quickly, he was already starting to lose control just by how beautifully your cunt hugged him but he needed to know.

“Y-yes why?” You questioned but already putting the his answer together in your head making you bite your lip. “I’m going to fill you up, that's why”. His pace started off slow, not fully pulling himself out of you still letting you adjust to him. His balls hit against your cunt each time he was flush against your ass. “You are taking me so well sweetheart” he groaned, putting his head back at the feeling. Your cunt was swallowing him whole and he couldn’t get enough of it. His pace picking up as he leaned down on your body, his hand groping at your breast. His breath was hot on your ear as he panted “a-so uh good. Fuck”.

The sound of your bodies slapping together and your moans filled his practically empty condo. He was glad none of his neighbors seemed to have been home but he didn’t mind the idea of someone hearing your moans telling them how good he was making you feel. His other arm wrapped around your waist adding pressure to your stomach, a loud dragged out moan came from you as you turned your face into the pillow. Your knuckles going white gripping his sheets.

His tip hitting your g spot repeatedly made your legs start to shake, your walls clenching around him. Toji took it as a sign to change the position up a bit, resting on his knees he pulled your back up straight pushing your legs apart before bringing your back to his chest. Aligning himself back up with your entrance he put a hand on your stomach while the other trailed up to your neck softly squeezing it. “T-toji-“ huff huff, “I know sweetheart you need to cum. Cum for me” fucking into you from below your cunt spasmed around his cock pulling a low groan from the man.

His mouth feverishly went over your collarbone and neck as his fingers inched towards your mouth, you opened wide allowing him access, his fingers rested on your tongue. The pressure in your stomach finally burst cumming all over his cock, your juices soaking the sheets as he continued fucking into you. “That’s my good girl” he said aloud, slowing down before pulling out.

Making you lay on your back he got between your legs and shoved himself back inside you quickly. Angling himself just right for his tip to hit your g spot over and over again, your moans of his name was like music to his ears. “S-shit y/n your cunt is squeezing me so tight a-ah need to slow down before I finish too quick. That would be pathetic” Toji groaned, slowing down his thrusts. His head sinking into the crease of your neck, his teeth grazed your skin making you let out a strained moan.

You were losing it, so sensitive and he just kept going, blinking back tears. It felt so good, better than you have ever experienced. You stared up at the devilish smirk he had on his face when he picked his head up from your neck. He was getting off on seeing you cry, his thumb swiping away a tear that going to fall down your face. “You think I can give you one more orgasm before I finish sweetheart? Just wanna make you feel good.” He said, his arms flexed beside your head as he slowed his pace even more, almost coming to a stop, waiting for you to say something.

“Yes” you moaned, already feeling the next wave would be coming soon. Kissing your lips quickly before sitting up, hooking his arms around your legs he brought your body to him meeting each thrust. Your mouth hung open, no sounds being able to escape as he hammered into your body. Throwing his head back in pleasure as he felt your orgasm approaching “there you go y/n” he praised. Your hands grabbed at his arms squeezing them as your body shook cumming all over his cock and stomach.

Your chest heaved up and down as you came down from your high. His cock was still hard, pre leaking from the tip. Toji’s chest moved at a slow rhythm, his chest glistened with sweat. He has been holding himself off from finishing wanting to be selfish and keep you beside him as long as he could. “My turn, then I’ll let you rest” He stared at you with hooded eyes. Nodding your head in compliance he pushed your thighs to your chest putting you into a mating press. Tapping the tip onto your entrance he started at how wet you were before pressing into you, his balls clapped against your ass with each thrust. He was burying himself inside of you, keeping your legs pressed down to your chest with his hands.

His name in the air over and over again encouraged him to continue at his fast pace. His cock twitching inside you as your cunt squeezed him tightly. “Can’t get enough of your cunt sweetheart. It’s like you were made for me” Toji spoke in between his grunts. Bottoming out he pumped his cock in and out of your cunt hitting your already extremely sensitive g spot. His own release coming up “need to cum sweetheart. Last chance, do you want me to cum somewhere else?”

“N-no inside. Please. Please” your pleas sending him over the edge. Slamming his cock into you one last time before hot ropes of white painted your walls. Toji moaned your name over and over again, tossing his head back. His cum made you feel so warm inside, pulling over when he felt his cock twitch one last time Toji couldn’t get over how much of his cum seeped out of you. A ring around his cock as he pulled out seeing his seed spill down your ass and onto his sheets. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, his eyes tracing over every curve of your body lost in his own thoughts before you tried to wiggle out of his grip he had on your thighs.

“Let’s get you washed up. You did so good. I’m surprised you came as much as you did and not tapping out” he pecked your cheek. His praise made you blush. He helped you out of bed but seeing your legs wobble, he lifted you over his shoulder and carried you over to his shower, turning it on before he sat on the bench with you sitting on his knee. Letting the water wash away all your sweat and juices he massaged your legs before spreading them to wash away his cum leaking from your cunt. He slipped his fingers between your folds making sure you were cleaned off. He helped wash the rest of your body and hair before you did the same for him. He was smiling like an idiot proud that he made you unable to stand on your own.

“Looks like no workout for you tomorrow sweetheart” he teased.

He couldn’t help but laugh at your pouty face you made in response to his comment. He did not feel guilty in the slightest. “I’ll make you a killer breakfast tho to replenish your energy” he piped up. Standing up he turned the shower off, holding onto your waist taking a towel and drying you off before himself. Walking back into his room he set you back on his bed. You sat up looking at him pick through his drawers trying to find a shirt for you to wear and sweatpants that would also fit you and not fall off.

A caring side of him that you didn’t see of him often, as your trainer he would always push you to your limits. Praise you when you reached a PR but that was his job with how he was caring for you now was different. Maybe he wasn’t as mean as you thought he would be behind closed doors. All you knew was that you never wanted to leave his condo.

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