#Come home get in blanket and DEVOUR this

[reshinless]

──── day 2: dnd on the hotel door.

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ synopsis. wherein your friends give him.. more than just suggestive photos at your wedding. (you had a private boudoir photoshoot prior to it!)

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ pairings. kinich, neuvillette, zhongli, tartaglia, capitano x gn!afab!reader. !!NSFW/SUGGESTIVE CONTENT!!

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ director's notice. saw a cute tt of this exact topic (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) will do diff characters next week!

kinich who'd already been so nervous for whatever was to come on this day; he was always more than willing. he knew the first laugh you both shared. the first kiss you both partook in, not everyone he's kissed had such a long-lasting impact on him, that's if he ever kissed anyone at all (that wasn't you.)

it wasn't all that special he said, but everything you've ever wanted in a wedding was there. he remembered what flowers you'd always pluck from the grounds you traveled on. or the colors that always had your eyebrow twitching just hearing the first letter of the pigment's name.

the venue wasn't necessarily small either, borrowing whatever he could in his homeland to make it perfect, even going as far as to asking others for help on what to embellish the locale in.

for as long as you've known him- kinich wasn't much of a romantic. letting you take the lead instead, switching up occasionally by spooning you alternatively. but you remembered he'd always laid his head atop your chest, from the nightmares of his own past, and regrets; he found peace in listening to your heartbeat, and feeling your torso heave slowly.

he wanted to make you feel special today & tonight. so he wants to do it right at least. he tried to fluster you in a way that you'd be surprised, aware he wasn't very amorous.

or at least that's what was in his point of view because you had a whole other plan ready for him. but you didn't know about the surprises he'd throw either.

the whole theme of the wedding was based on his tribe, encased with traces of your own home/favorite colors.

but something that you'd see as a surprise this afternoon was kinich's suit. it wasn't the usual black suit and tie. no- he wore.. your initial around his neck, and his tie was the color of your eyes.

you felt your eyes water a little, walking down the aisle, your arm entangled with the guardian who's been with you since day one. (or whoever you'd like!)

after the classic bouquet toss, and squealings later. you told your newly-wed husband your bridesmaids had a surprise for him. he didn't think much of it; meeting them before, they seemed nice enough. (one of them is mualani btw :3)

mualani who stands beside kinich briefly for the picture, she hands him a polaroid photo from the photographer's kamera. "what is-" he gets cut off, his face turning to playfully sour until it slowly changes to his usual stoic behavior (he doesn't know his face is turning redder by the second)

"you.. hmm." he awkwardly nodded after another picture was taken of his reaction, cheeks aflame; the picture was still so clear in his mind. now it couldn't get out!

the mental image of your body in frilly lace/in nothing but a blanket over you, a simple layer of clothing that stopped him from seeing your bare body- fuck he could feel himself get hard already.

and the more time that passed, progressing with each photo being taken, the worse his boner got. shit he can't believe you're his. and he's damn well lucky to have you.

even as he stood idly, talking to some of the guests, some more of the bridesmaids came up to him, handing him more scenes for him to visualize in his head.

"ahh.. may i excuse myself from this conversation?" he politely bows and walks away to where you were. the eventide's stellar in the sky definitely wasn't shining each time he saw you. oh there it is- that laugh he always loved and fell in love with again each time he heard it.

"pretty.. ahh.. there's something i.. need help with."

kinich who's already in your newly bought home, hurriedly stripping you of your clothes, ready to devour you and eat your cunt out to his content.

kinich who could only palm his erection, as his mouth latched onto your wetness was already waiting for him. your taste, how it smelled, how your slit was already so wet for him- you knew what you were doing. and it worked really damn well.

neuvillette who was already nervous, throughout the proposal, even you relationship before being fiancees, I mean, it was you, why wouldn't he be worried? he was ready to jump off a cliff if anything went wrong if he'd tell the truth, but he'd never say that.

neuvillette who sighed with relief, the days of worrying that something bad might happen to you on your special day with him. taking pictures with the bridesmaids for the wedding's little picture book for you to look back on soon, and maybe even for your kids to look at and call you both corny for.

neuvillette who suddenly received 3 photo frames from 3 of your bridesmaids, confused as he took a look at it, he could only feel the rush of warmth crawling up from his neck to his ears. his horns grew the more he looked into the photos.

"w- where did you get this?" he observed the room shyly, looking for any signs of you, why? to help him out with 'something' of course. no one could take care of it better than you did.

they simply shrugged and walked away, whispering and chuckling to each other. awkwardly walking to find you, pulling you to the side, inside one of the venue's main buildings, bringing you into one of the bedrooms.

"you didn't need to tease me like this." you were pinned to the bed once the wedding ended. the painful boner you had caused hadn't gone away, even now, throbbing, missing where it's supposed to be (inside you)

ripping your wedding dress off your body (not really, just making sure you get out of it without ruining it), he couldn't wait to fill you with his seed. he wanted to see personally if you could take all of him in. he could only caress the very rim of your hole, teasing you with his fingers before he would finally split you apart with his cock.

from the amount of time, he's been alive, his stamina would be unmatched, so it'd be entirely up to you for how long you wanna do this :)

it felt as if he was such a meanie, but his words were different- praising you, and gently holding your wrists in place. it didn't quite match the pace of his cock drilling itself inside you though, it felt deep, and it looked as if the night has barely even started. oh well.

zhongli had never thought of the idea of marriage until he overheard you speaking about it with a few of your friends. it wasn't you necessarily hoping he'd propose, but you were the only one within the group of four to have not been married yet!

he knows you'd never leave him for another, but adding a ring to your pretty little hand definitely would tell all the other men and women alike who try to hit on you to say everything for him.

the wedding was more than just a delight, it was planned to the very smallest of details. it was beautiful, even on a budget of somewhat a lot but not too much; it made sure to shine brighter than most of the stars that night.

before he could sweep you into his arms, and take you upstairs into the home you both chose out before the wedding; some of your bridesmaids, along with your maid of honor had handed him a book.

they said nothing but laughed and walked away to the food section, looking through the book and oh wow.

he hadn't learned what a boudoir was but he definitely enjoyed what he was seeing now. flipping through the pages, staying to the side so no one else could see what was happening. he'll have to ask you about that lingerie set later, white definitely complimented you..

"s'dirty.. you tease me like this, even on our special day? mmmf.." you sat down on his cock, as he showed you off in the mirror. the same lingerie set you wore in the photo book was already ripped off your body, and on the floor. geo marks that scattered, covering most of his arms caressed your thighs that trembled.

his strong arm ran over your body, carefully exploring every inch of you that he could. the thought of being legally, and weddedingly(?) yours. you have his last name now.

he could only imagine how much more pleasure he'd want to give you throughout tonight. he could only praise you for taking him so well, watching you try and use his cock for your own, but he's too big :(.

tartaglia who introduced you with pride to his family after proposing. but watching you treat his little sister and brother so well.. oh he had to get you pregnant.

but for now, he'd put those thoughts to the side, and enjoy his and your special day, no lust, just love.

you had other plans though. and he wasn't gonna complain.

a couple of your bridesmaids took pictures with him for the futurity of the book of photos for his siblings to look through as well. but after each photo, they all handed him Polaroids.

"what's this?" he looked at them confusedly, but all they did was "just look at it!" "you won't regret it!" and boy he sure did not!!! ssshit just covered in a blanket, no nothing underneath? you wanna get fucked tonight?

he pushed you against the wall of the master bedroom. "mmm.. w'na try to get me hard like that again in public, and I'm gonna do a looott worse than tonight, baby."

the ring on your finger he saw as your hand held onto the wall while he stripped you- he couldn't help but let out a loud as hellll groan. even when he held you down to the bed, he made sure to kiss the jewelry on your finger that meant you're his for life.

while you ride him, his eyes are always on the necklace that has his initials on it, watching it bounce up and down on your chest. for the longest time; he was foreign to the idea of even a relationship, let alone getting to marry someone. but he was gonna make sure you'll feel what he couldn't express throughout time.

when he's soo obsessed with nutting inside you, he holds your hips down onto his, making sure not a drop will be wasted. he could already imagine what your kids with him would look like.

capitano who preferred a more quiet wedding. one between simple friends, and I guess co-workers (he was against it but you invited them anyway.)

so in this sense, columbina, arlecchino, and signora had agreed to accompany you as your bridesmaids. tsaritsa also agreed to bless your wedding (because she agrees that you are strong, mentally, and physically, and give capitano something to look forward to, unlike before.)

i guess the others attended (most attended just to say congrats and leave, pierro was best man)

accompanying you down to a glass garden house nearby the venue you chose out, but before he could proceed, your three bridesmaids stopped him. cheeky smiles on signora, and columbina's lips- arlecchino handed him a book.

"they want you to have this." the fourth harbinger states, leaving with the two ladies simply giggling and walking off, opposite sides of arlecchino.

he questioningly opened the book while about to walk back to you but oh. wow.

as he catches up to you, he's still a bit flustered, but quickly composed himself once more. "are.. you trying to tease me, kitten?"

and as much as he hasn't had any experience in a long while, oh boy is he ready to find out if he still got it or not

but capitano never knew he'd be so turned on to think about what real married life had to offer.. like kids. he knew he couldn't necessarily have them since he's a harbinger, but a man can dream, right?

anyways he's already pulling your hair from behind, while he has you doggy style on the mattress. I don't know cause I get the feeling he would.

a tight hold onto the strands of your hair. "fffuck.. this is what you get for looking so fuckin' hot.." he groans.

even so when he isn't fucking your pussy with sloppy thrusts from behind- he's fingering you with his long fingers that make you go wild.

he does take note that his fingers are pretty long, so he's pretty careful when it comes down to that.

you sitting on his lap while he admires you in the mirror, watching how you reacted to simply him adding another digit inside your hole, as another hand held onto your left hand, caressing the ring that binded you to him. he couldn't be happier!

[xprakzif]

tell him.

matthew sturniolo

parings: matt x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT, mdni!!, cheating(i do not condone this), oral receiving, p in v, yea you know already..

summary: matt can’t keep his hands off of his friend, knowing she has a boyfriend. he tries to forget her but she keeps making an appearance.

lowkey inspired by tell your girlfriend by lay bankz

{the bf in this has a random name}

the first

being around the triplets since her junior year of high school created a close bond. nick being the one who introduced himself to her, seeing her alone sitting in the cafeteria mindlessly scrolling through nothing wanting to be anywhere but that place.

ever since, they’ve treated her like another sibling from what she thought.

“hi guys!” she exclaimed, walking up the stairs of their home. “this is my boyfriend, kian!”

a boy followed behind her appearing after coming up the stairs.

“y/n! hey, kian, i’ve heard so much about you!” nick came over to greet. she gave him a ‘stfu’ look, remembering all the facetime calls and snaps about her drooling over him.

“yoo! i’m chris, nice to meet you.” the pair joined matt on the couch where he greeted them with a smile.

“this is matt! he’s shy.” she poked introducing him.

“i’m not!”

“yea, even knowing them for years, i could tell them apart from the moment i met them.” she added to the conversation.

they were all sat at a table at top golf, eating and talking about things that made the others around them glare.

“i mean, there’s definitely features that y’all share, but i can tell-“ kian was interrupted by his phone loudly ringing. “my fault, excuse me.” turning away in his seat to not intrude on the side conversations as he answered the call.

the others remained talking about their looks and making inappropriate comments and jokes.

“sorry y/n, i have to go. my brothers car broke down again and he’s stranded.” kian explained gathering his belongings.

“again? he really needs to retire ol’ reliable. but that’s fine, just let me know when you get situated!” she replied receiving a hug and kiss on the forehead.

“it was real cool meeting you guys!” he farewelled, leaving the area after receiving goodbyes.

“wait.. now i have to uber home!”

“girl, you know you’re welcome to stay the night at ours if you want to.” nick reminded his friend as he wiped him mouth with a napkin. she smiled and nodded agreeing to his offer.

“you’re still hungry after all you ate at top golf?” matt teased at chris who was devouring the microwaved popcorn in his lap as the brothers sat around the living room with their friend as a movie lit up the room.

“mind your business!” chris remarked with a full mouth, throwing a handful in his direction accidentally hitting the girl beside matt.

“dude!” she screeched. he covered his mouth and looked away trying to play it off.

she poked matt quietly giggling as she pointed to nick on the loveseat who was fast asleep. chris took notice as well, laughing and decided to throw his snack at him.

nick jumped awake, searching for what just hit him. “chris- i swear! can’t even rest my eyes around you.”

nick stood up with the blanket wrapped around him.

“i’m gonna go lay down, y/n you can come in when you’re ready.” with that disappearing to his bedroom.

eventually, after finishing his snack, chris went to bed after the movie finished. matt glanced at his friend who was indulged in her phone.

“how aren’t you tired yet?” he asked.

“oh trust me i am.” she put her phone down and rubbed her eyes. he smiled, quickly looking away. she got up, making her way to nicks bedroom before quietly shouting, “night, matt!”

reaching nicks door, she softly turned the knob incase he was already asleep. the knob became stiff and wouldn’t turn fully. it was locked.

confused, she assumed nick just wanted to sleep.

the lights in the living room were off. she thought about going to chris but soon remembered he was most definitely knocked out.

matt couldn’t have been asleep that quickly. she tip toed to his door, lightly patting on the door. almost immediately it opened revealing matt in just his underwear. his eyes became wide unexpecting her to be at his door.

“um.. nicks door is locked. can i sleep with you?”

it wasn’t unusual, they all slept in the same bed once when their manager had messed up their hotel booking. this time matt felt different.

“sure, cmon..” he let her in the room. going straight for the bed, she layed down on the left side getting under the covers as he joined her with a slight dip in the bed.

the room was silent. the blowing of the air conditioner and occasional traffic noise cutting the silence. she trembled from the coldness even under the thick comforter.

she didn’t even know her actions were obvious until matt spoke, “you cold?” with a slight chuckle in his voice.

“a little- sorry.” she whispered turning to face him. “i usually cuddle with my plushies at home, don’t judge.”

his breathing picked up suddenly as he thought about his next question.

“do you wanna.. um- cuddle with me?”

she hesitated, but thought it was a good idea so she shifted closer indicating agreement. he wrapped his arms around her gently, taking in the various smells of expensive shampoo and sweet perfume. her head lied under his chin smothered into his chest, hearing his rapid heartbeat.

neither of them knew why their anxiety skyrocketed in the moment.

he couldn’t help but notice the subtle lighting from his window glistening on her face. it was so faint, he didn’t even realize she was staring at his gaze.

thank goodness for the angle, otherwise she would see his pink washed cheeks from embarrassment as he looked away. she tilted her head upwards, grinning as he drew his focus back to her, admiring her distinguished features.

something sprung his confidence strong enough to overpower the racing of his heart as he placed a hand under her chin, bringing her face closer. she didn’t react, assuming she was okay with the actions, he placed his lips onto hers.

the kiss was soft and loving. it almost felt like electricity through their bodies. she didn’t even think she liked him. maybe she just ignored the feeling, knowing his popularity wouldn’t allow them to form a decent relationship. she felt grateful enough to be as close with him and his brothers. forcing herself onto them was never the intention.

matt on the other hand knew from the start. they way she showed no deeper interest made him hesitant. he loved her personality and how she was introverted. it was easy to talk to her. once she announced her new relationship, his heart stung knowing he’d lost his opportunity.

she pulled back first. he thought he’d fucked up.

“i’m- im so sorry, y/n..” she was still in his embrace, not tense but comfortable and safe. he was confused.

“it’s okay. goodnight matt” she smiled and nestled into his chest.

he knew he wasn’t gonna get any ounce of sleep after that.

“chris! go get some napkin, i am not cleaning this up!” nicks voice was loud enough to wake matt up after hazily falling asleep a few hours later.

he had forgotten for not much longer about what had happened when he realized y/n wasn’t in his bed. he checked his phone on his nightstand seeing it was noon.

“where’s y/n?” he made his way to the kitchen where nick sat on his laptop while chris was soaking up an orange liquid off the counter with paper towels, seemingly close to nicks workspace.

“goodmorning to you too, matt!” chris mocked.

“she left early this morning. went to breakfast with kian to make up for yesterday or something. she didn’t tell you?” nick spoke not looking up from his screen.

matt leaned his body over the counter, “no- she slept in my room last night, since you were sleeping.” he felt a hot flash in his body remembering the moment before you fell asleep.

nick finally looked matt in the eye, “i wasn’t sleeping? i waited for her and she never came.”

“what? she said your door was locked!” he grew confused. did she lie? no she couldn’t have, it’s not like she meant to sleep in his room.

nick stood quiet for a few seconds. his face displaying confusion as if he was trying to solve the hardest equation ever. he grew excited once he figured out the answer.

“oh! i must’ve forgot to unlock it after i changed.” he exclaimed as calmly as he could.

“dude!”

matt thought he was angry for a second. this whole situation could’ve been avoided. was it a good thing? did he ruin everything?

the fall

“happy birthday dear y/n, happy birthday to you!”

her friends were gathered around the kitchen island of her cozy apartment. kian planned a small surprise get together for her birthday since she was far from her family and would celebrate with them separately.

she thanked the group and blew out the gold number candles as she cheered for herself gaining giggles from around her.

she went about the room, hugging each of her guest and thanking them for being there. once she got to the triplets she embraced them individually as she got to matt and he stopped her.

“y/n, i got you something- i think you should open it right away” he held a pink box with a white ribbon. it was oddly shaped and seemed fragile so she had him bring it over to her small brown sofa.

he placed it on the seat before sitting opposite to her to watch her reaction. the other brothers followed along standing over her to see what was inside.

she slowly pulled the ribbon until matt spoke, “i really hope it’s not too much, i just know you’ve been wanting one for this longest..”

the flaps lifted on their own as she jumped back, revealing a small gray kitten with green eyes.

her jaw dropped as her eyes began to water with joy. “no- you didn’t!” lifting the kitten free from the box. “matt! you’re unbelievable!” she pushed the container to the rug and moved closer to hug him.

“you’ve been posting a lot about wanting a kitten and i really didn’t know what else to get you- oh, and he’s a boy by the way..” he laughed watching her childlike expression.

“kian! come look what matt got me!” she called for her boyfriend who was chatting with some of their mutual friends. he made his way over as she held the kitten up in the air.

matt’s heart sunk slightly as she shared her happiness with kian instead of him.

no one was paying attention to nick and chris’s shocked reactions.

“aww, how cute.. damn i kinda look like a shitty boyfriend now!” kian joked obviously as she giggled along with him.

“what’s wrong?” she looked to the two brothers who were still confused.

“we had no idea he was getting you that!” chris mentioned as nick agreed.

“honestly, i didn’t want you guys to ruin the surprise with your big mouths!” matt argued playfully.

the night grew old as the guest died down leaving just the triplets and kian in her apartment. it wasn’t long until kian bid farewell explaining his early morning work schedule.

she already changed into plaid pajama pants and a white tank sweatshirt as she curled up on the couch petting her new addition.

“still not over this!” she referred to her present.

matt grinned feeling warm and accomplished knowing he made her happy. he couldn’t help but watch as she stroked the bundle of fur, giggling at each movement he made.

each person in the room jumped as a sudden clap of thunder roared. the rain was unexpected and loud enough to tell it was dangerous driving conditions.

“guys, you can’t drive in that. it’s storming,” her voice was of concern. “just wait until it dies down.”

just as she spoke the room became black as everything went silent. the power went out.

“shit! that scared the hell out of me.” nick yelled from his place on the couch.

“dude it’s freezing in here!” chris complained, although he wore the most layers than anyone preset. she had an idea.

“i’ll go get us blankets.” standing and turning her phones flashlight on.

“i’ll come help you..” a voice behind her spike as she shined the light right into his face making him cover his eyes.

“thanks, matt! chris hold my kitty.” she placed the kitten on his lap with no warning. he giggled at her choice of words as nick scoffed.

“okay, do you think that’s good enough?” matt was holding atleast 10 blankets in various fabrics and materials.

“definitely- why do you even have so many?” matt asked struggling to balance them all.

“i’m just a girl, don’t ask me!” she closed the closet door when her flashlight turned off on its own. she stumbled to find her phone before tripping over it on the floor, falling into matt causing him to drop all the blankets. they both landed on the bed not being too far a distance from the closet.

“i- ow, i’m sorry..” she apologized.

a flash of lighting shined into the bedroom window giving them both a view of each others face.

matt felt the familiar feeling in his chest, as well as a new one in his pants. she was lying right on top of him.

this time it was her who initiated it.

leaning in, she pressed a kiss to his lips to see his reaction.

he was taken back but knew what he wanted. he gripped her waist lifting her off of him and placing her fully on the bed. this time he placed his weight over top of her gently and moved his lips onto hers.

the kiss was different this time.

instead of loving and warm, it was lustful and rough.

it didn’t stop there, she wrapped her legs around him pulling his hips to hers. she felt his crotch solid against hers as he grinded into her.

they were so hungry for eachother they didn’t notice the light pattering of little paws stumble into the room.

continuing to make out, matt tugged on her tank top begging for it to come off. just before she started lifting her arms for him to remove it, larger footsteps entered the dark room along with a hushed voice.

“shadow- come back!”

matt leaped onto his feet after hearing his brothers voice. light beamed into the room as chris walked in flashing his phones light to find the kitten that hopped off his lap to explore his new home.

“there you are! oh- and there you are too” chris aimed the light to his brother and friend who was sitting on her bed. the blankets were scattered on the floor, but it was too dark for chris to realize.

“did- did you just name my cat?” she asked remembering him calling for shadow.

“i mean.. it’s fitting..” he said picking up the small feline.

“i love that! his name is shadow.” she cheered walking over to pet the kitten as if nothing happened. she didn’t want to act suspicious so she quickly changed her demeanor while matt stood frozen in his place unsatisfied.

a buzzing sound took place as the lights began to flicker back on along with the air system.

nick could be heard shouting in relief in the living room. “well.. i guess that’s our cue.” chris joked walking out the bedroom after handing y/n her kitten.

she glanced at matt, a soft expression on her face. he was flushed with red cheeks and puffy lips, his hair messy. she decided to walk out the room, leaving the awkward silence as he followed behind her.

“okay, i’ll see you boys soon- text me when you get home!” she demanded watching them collect themselves ready to head out.

chris and nick were already out the door just when matt was leaving when she called, “matt!” he turned with sudden movement, “hm?” he responded.

“um.. thanks.. for shadow” hesitating at her words.

he nodded. a grin forming on his face as he quickly turned away to leave her apartment.

the following

ding

the chime of her phone was loud and the light lit up the room. she was a light sleeper, but she always made sure her phone ringer was on full volume at night, in case of emergencies.

groaning, she turned on her side. grabbing her phone from her nightstand to check as shadow moved away from her chest to lay down at the foot of the bed, annoyed at the movements she was making.

matty: y/n?

she grew fully conscious seeing a text from him. eyes flickering to the left corner reading 3:15AM.

:yes?

the message bubble popped up almost immediately after being read.

matty: can we talk

she knew this would come eventually. though she wasn’t quite sure what part he wanted to discuss. it’s been 3 days since her birthday. 3 days since the incident in her room. the room she was currently in, on the bed she was currently laying on.

:??

matty: about thursday y/n

she sighed.

: matt it was a mistake

matty: in person

matty: can we talk in person

:it’s 3am

matty: i’ll come get you

matty: please

matty: i can’t sleep

she felt guilty. he couldn’t sleep, too busy having her run through his mind. she was tired, but if she didn’t settle this now, it would ruin everything.

: alright fine

the time flew by quickly. she found herself in an oversized gray hoodie, waiting for his text. it was long enough to cover her down to her knees, so she didn’t bother wearing pants thinking it would be a quick chat in the car.

headlights shined through her window before she received a message telling her matt had arrived.

she grabbed shadow and held him close, his little bell chiming as she bounced with each step down her apartment complex stairs. he was too young to be left alone, and who knows how long this talk would be.

the car door opened as matt nearly broke his neck to see her coming in.

“hey.. it’s cool if we go to my place?” he suggested, reaching over to pet shadow who was on her lap.

she wasn’t expecting a trip. nor did she dress for one. but it was a better idea than staying out in a car at 3AM. she nodded.

the drive was silent besides the radio playing lowly.

he let her in. “let’s go to my room- nick and chris are asleep,” whispering as he placed a hand on her back making her shudder.

matt and y/n were sat in the red sheets of his bed. shadow never left her lap, afraid of being in a new house.

“y/n.. i r-”

“it was a mistake, matt.” she assured him sternly. why did she feel like crying? she loved kian. though she was forcing herself to think about him in that moment.

“i don’t think it was.. i don’t think it was a mistake” matt pleaded. his voice was low but his tone made her swallow a her feelings down.

it was quiet.

“i love him-“ she chocked.

he shifted closer to her causing shadow to scurry off the bed.

“i.. i know.. but i can’t help it y/n, i want you.. crave you.” his tone softened as he cupped her face.

her eyes were glossy staring into his as he brushed his nose against hers wanting more.

she did it again.

it was her who pushed her lips to his. moving slowly with rhythm. now it was different again. this time they both felt careless. kian was far back in her mind, ignoring any thoughts of him.

matt was in a rush. he moved in front of her making her lay back. it was like her birthday all over again. he hovered over her between her legs, not asking this time and pulling her hoodie over her body.

he pulled back a little shocked as he scanned her figure in just a bra and panties. pupils enlarged with lust as he felt himself stiffen in his sweatpants.

she was flustered feeling so exposed to him. tugging at his clothing now, begging for his exposure so she wasn’t the only one.

he leaned back and undressed fully.

she was going crazy. he looked down her figure to her clothed heat, glancing back at her glistening eyes as he moved down on the bed. he was positioned between her legs, face above her area.

“can i..?” he asked, warm breath against her thighs as he gripped them.

“mhmm” she hummed eagerly.

he buried his head in her legs leaving kisses and bite marks all over. he slid his finger over her panties feeling her folds through the thin material.

he felt his nerves in his stomach, unsure if he really wanted this. he knew he did, but the thought of her ghosting him for kian raced his mind as he sat there hesitantly.

shadows bell snapped him out of his thoughts as he realized where he was. he knew he had to fall through, this was his only chance.

he hooked his fingers onto the waistband of her underwear, sliding it down her legs painfully slow.

placing them next to her, he moved her legs up spreading them wide.

she was sweating from the anticipation when he used two fingers to spread her folds, dragging his tongue from her entrance to her clit.

he sucked on the sensitive spot gaining a moan from the back of her throat.

“shhh, nick and chris are asleep..” he hushed. “you don’t want me to stop, do you?”

her head shook vigorously as she covered her mouth. he dove back in, continuing his previous actions. she whined behind her hand.

he removed a hand from her leg and sucked on his middle and ring finger before sliding them into her hole. he groaned at how tight she felt just on his fingers.

pushing them in, he licked her clit in circles quickly making her arch her back and roll her eyes. helpless to the whimpers that escaped her vocal cords muffled from her hand.

“‘s so good, baby- fuck” he grumbled against her setting her on edge.

her legs trembled and squeezed his head near suffocating him. she grasped the bed sheets tightly and her mouth flew open with no sound coming out.

he shook his head in a fast motion in between her legs helping her ride out her orgasm.

panting and trying to catch her breath when he came back up to hover over her body and kissed her with her own juices all over his face.

she pushed him away, forcing him to lay on his back and climbing over to straddle him. taking hold of his dick and aligning it with her entrance as he watched with his bottom lip between his teeth.

she sunk down with a whine. his eye brows furrowed at the tightness around his member and groaned.

“holy sh-” he could barley get out as she bounced herself on him.

they tried so hard to be quiet during the whole experience but couldn’t help letting out a few moans here and there. the bed was creaking with her movements. he felt his core heat up while his dick started to tingle with sensation as he lifted his hips harder into her.

he knew it wouldn’t be right to cum inside of her when she was with someone. she wasn’t his after all.

but the way he was feeling he couldn’t stop.

he threw his head back on his pillows letting out shaky breaths and grunts as he emptied his load into her feeling her clench around him.

she slowed her movements after realizing what he’d done. finally climbing off of him and laying down next to him.

it felt.. weird.

not awkward, but not wrong either. matt slowly got up from the bed and into the connected bathroom. she watched as the light flicked on and the sink ran.

he came back out with a white rag in his hand, “open,” he demanded getting closer to her legs as she bent her knees to spread them. he cleaned her up as well as himself.

when he went to toss the rag in his sink, he came back out to see her covered in his sheets fast asleep, shadow already curled up by her chest.

he admired how she looked so peaceful even after the unholy events that just took place.

he joined her carefully in bed, exhaustively forcing himself to fall asleep before he regretted what happened.

“yo, matt have you-” the door to matt’s room busted open as the pair in bed jumped out of their sleep snapping to the commotion. sunlight took over as they realized it was the next day. “y/n?”

chris was stood in the door frame. luckily she was fully covered by the blanket for him to see she was only in her under garments and gain suspicion.

“bro- what! what do you need?!” matt’s voice was mixed with annoyance and fear, a little embarrassed that chris came in the room.

“i was looking for my blue hoodie, but what’s up, y/n?” he seemed concerned at the fact she stayed the night, something she would do with nick when she was going through something.

“yea- i, um-”

“it’s behind the door man- her air wasn’t working in her apartment so i brought her over last night without waking you or nick” matt made up a story shooing chris away.

“ohhh- shadow!” he spotted the gray kitten who was now on the floor after hiding when chris scared them.

“dude- go!” matt shouted, still tired in his voice.

chris scoffed leaving the room when he took his hoodie from the rack behind the door, slamming it shut. he was definitely going to nicks room to tell him y/n was there.

the pair looked to eachother. she looked away to find her phone on the nightstand checking to see the time was past noon.

“shit! i have to go..” she almost tripped over her own feet trying to find her clothes not remembering she showed up in just a hoodie.

“wait- let me give you a ride,” matt insisted.

“it’s fine, um.. kians picking me up..” she tried to whisper but it was loud and clear.

matt’s heart sunk. he didn’t know why, he should’ve expected her to go back to him after this but he wanted so badly for her to just forget him and stay.

he didn’t say anything while she gathered shadow and gave matt a quick hug, something she always did before she left their home, and walked out.

it’s been 6 days. no texts. no calls. not even a post on social media.

he hadn’t heard from her at all. he didn’t wanna intrude either. his heart kept telling him to call her, call her and tell her to just love him, not kian.

but he knew better.

or did he? because he found himself driving to her apartment.

the whole ride he wanted to throw up. he was so nervous and didn’t know why. he pulled up to her complex, seeing the parking spaces in front of her building were empty besides her car that he recognized. it was still early afternoon and people were at work. but there was on car. he payed no mind to it, pulling into the spot next to hers.

he sat in the car a few minutes to collect himself.

mentally hyping himself up and making his way to the door, he pressed the buzzer.

nothing.

he tried again, sure he had the right one.

finally hearing the clicks of the lock, the door slowly creaked open revealing her face.

“oh.. what’s wrong?” her voice was a bit hoarse yet filled with confusion.

“i-i missed you..”

she leaned against the wall, her body came into frame enough for him to see she was wrapped in a blanket. clear that nothing was underneath.

“matt, i’m a little busy-“

“who is it, babe?” a voice echoed in her apartment.

matt wanted to break down when he recognized the voice. it made sense now. the other car was kians.

“you should go..” she whispered. he peered over her head seeing shadow stop in his tracks while walking through the living room and stare at him.

matt nodded. he felt crushed and defeated.

maybe he should just let go.

the finale

“hello?” matt answered a facetime call from his brother.

“heyyy, you good?” chris asked.

him and nick went to a party while matt stayed home.

“yeah i’m fine” he had a little attitude in his voice.

he had a rough week. after he left y/ns apartment, he cried in his room. he couldn’t hold it in anymore. he hated how she loved kian and not him. he wished he wasn’t too late. he wished he told her how he felt before she got with him. then fucking her just made him more attached.

“matt?” nick said through the phone, music blared loudly in the background. he snapped out of it.

“what?”

“i asked if you wanted us to bring you fo- oh look who it is!” nick was interrupted, seen hugging someone in frame. a small girl. oh great it was her.

he wanted to just hang up until chris pointed the phone at her. she turned to see matt on the screen.

she almost punched chris in the arm. she felt disgusting. she knew what she did and she knew it was wrong. she couldn’t stand to see him and it wasn’t his fault.

“hi, matt..” she tried to sound as polite at she could but it came out a bit shallow.

all he did was nod his head in return. seeing she went off with nick, he told chris he was going to sleep and to not bother him before hanging up.

“girl- be quiet, i think matt is sleeping,” nick whisper-yelled. matt could hear him from his room. he ignored it knowing he would probably bring a friend home from the party. he went to back to sleep.

he woke up again. this time feeling hungry.

he didn’t bother checking the time, it was still dark out. he made his way down the hall until he bumped into something hard, jumping when he realized it was a person.

“ow- sorry,” he heard a girly voice from the darkness. a sudden light beamed as she turned on her phone flashlight. it was y/n.

he almost gasped in her face. her eyes went wide.

“i’m sorry, i was just going to pee..” she explained. still standing in front of him.

neither of them moved, just staring at eachother.

he couldn’t take it anymore. he grabbed her waist and pressed her against the wall of the hallway, kissing her passionately.

her arms wrapped around his neck.

why did she keep doing this..

matt dragged her by her hips to his room, pushing her to the bed as he shut the door. she tossed her phone somewhere on the bed, he was already in just his underwear from when he went to sleep so he forcefully removed the shirt she had on that belonged to nick.

he was on top of her now, sucking on her neck sure to leave marks. he was fed up with the games she would play.

this time he didn’t care, he was rough and demanding. “turn around, ass up”

she waited as she contemplated her movements. not for long when he raised his voice, “now!”

she jumped, getting into the position where her bare chest was squished into the mattress. she could feel his fingers roam her area until he pushed two digits into her hole making her gasp.

he smacked her ass while he fingered her, the slippery sounds as she clenched around them. he pulled his hand away and used her juices to coat his dick as a lubricant. he pumped a few times grunting at the wet feeling.

she sat in anticipation until feeling his tip finding its way to her entrance, he slowly pushed in once found.

“matt- please!” she moaned into the sheets.

he smirked and slammed fully into her gaining a moan from both their mouths. the feeling of him in her lower abdomen had her nearly screaming, if it wasn’t for nick and chris being home.

the sound of wet skin slapping against eachother filled the room as matt thrusted into her from the back at a fast pace.

suddenly the sounds of a electric tune caused them both to flinch while her phone lit up indicating a call. she wanted to just ignore it. matt leaned over her body to see who it was as his breath hitched in his throat nearly making him choke on his own saliva.

he seen a photo of y/n and kian cuddled up on the screen along with his name flashing with a heart emoji next to it.

“pick it up.” he demanded. was he insane? maybe just a little. feeling euphoric in the moment he didn’t care if kian found out, he kinda wanted him to.

she ignored him and pushed her hips backward trying to get him to continue but he pulled out fully.

she reached for her phone sliding the call button over.

“hello..” she whispered.

kians voice could be heard over the silent room. “hey- you alright? why do you sound like that?”

matt didn’t know if he was pissed or jealous. probably both as he decided to push back into her while she was on the phone.

she held her breath, “i- i’m just tired-“ she let out while matt was pounding into her. she clicked the mute button on the call.

“oh, how was the party? you’re at the triplets house i see” kian noted as he checked her shared location before calling. he just wanted to check on her and make sure everything was good. nothing was wrong about that but what was wrong is she was being unfaithful on the other line. even worse, she enjoyed it.

clicking to unmute, “mm- it was good- it was good i had fun and yea- i’m here,” she drew out trying not to sound too wasted in matt.

she felt her core growing tighter with each blow knowing she was close. she hit mute before his next line.

matt grew impatient, gripping her ass intensely digging his nails in making her whimper, “tell him, y/n”

something about his words made her feral, her eyes rolling back.

“that’s good. i’m glad you have such good friends that’ll take care of you,” kian spoke. oh they took care of her that’s for sure.

“tell him” matt repeated in a more demanding tone, “tell him how good i make you feel”

still thrusting into her, she couldn’t take it much longer feeling the knot about to snap inside of her.

“you there?” kian asked with a yawn.

she unmuted finally, “yes! yes- i’m sorry- i’m so- so tired” stuttering while holding back moans.

“alright i’ll let you go, i love you”

she almost didn’t make her words out in time, “i love you too” hanging up immediately as her orgasm washed over, making her moan loudly and tremble beneath his touch.

he did the same, pulling out right before his load spurted out on her back and ass, dripping down her legs. they both were panting and sweating.

neither of them moved.

“i’m sorry..” her voice cracked with each syllable, “but i can’t..”

this took me way too long to write bc i kept putting it off LMAO

to be continued..

sequel

[hitomisuzuya]

halloween special. yandere!incubus scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. cunnilingus. bondage/gagging. fingering. mind break. degradation

happy halloween, everyone!

scaramouche has been hungry for a long, long time. so hungry he could barely stand it. nothing suited his pallet anymore. humans were one note and boring. until he saw you walking home one night.

you had this innocent, utterly delicious smelling aura. scaramouche had never smelt anything quite like you before. his mouth practically salivated, his body quaking with a shiver he hadn't felt in a very, very long time.

all he had to was meet your gaze, and that would be that. he would have free and total control to waltz into your dreams whenever he wanted. your innocence made you oh so weak. in your dream, it was easy to get you on your back, legs spread and held apart while he fucked his tongue into your pussy.

you sounded so pathetic, mewling and moaning as you grinded your sopping cunt on his mouth. your fingers tugging on his hair as you pushed his mouth down onto your cunt. you had the cutest little shudder of pleasure when he swirled his tongue a certain way around and around your clit. you really enjoyed his tongue prodding and licking at your hole.

he made you cum twice on his tongue, leaving you a shaking, drooling mess. you whimpered and babbled, begging him to make you cum just one more time. his first steps in devouring you.

your dreams really had been something else, lately. nearly every night, you dreamed of his boy with indigo eyes and soft hair, making you cum practically screaming as he fucked you with his tongue. you always woke up with the blankets tangled around your legs, and your panties and clinging to your cunt.

the dreams were so intense that you are pretty sure you are orgasming in your sleep. it sure felt that way. you said such lewd things, things you normally thought you wouldn't say. you thought they were just dreams brought on by sexual frustration. you didn't realize how touch starved you were until this mysterious boy started showing up in your dreams.

the more often you dreamed about scaramouche, the closer he got to you. you didn't realize he was stalking right behind you, completely unseen by human eyes. his mind was consumed with thoughts of devouring you entirely.

scaramouche upped the intensity of the dreams when you started to anticipate dreaming of him before you fell asleep. he was slowly sinking his claws into you, and you in all your naive innocent had no idea he was breaking you.

the harder he made you cum, the more you started to crave him. crave him like he needed you.

he saved telling you his name for one of the more intense dreams. and oh how he was enjoying himself. you are in such a vulnerable, submissive position: on your knees on your bed, your arms were raised above your head, your wrists tied together and secured to a hook hanging from the ceiling. a ball gag was in your mouth, making drool pool from the corners. he pumped his fingers in and out of your drooling pussy, his cock pulsing as you muffled mewls of pleasure.

"would like to know my name, slut?" he purred in your ear, his tongue flicking out across your ear lobe. your hazy eyes lit up, your legs shaking as he idly played with and pinch your clit. you struggled to even nod. "it's scaramouche," he tapped the ball gag, chuckling, "too bad you can't cry and beg me to let you cum."

your pussy clenched hearing how mean he sounded. you struggled to moan for him as you grinded your pussy on his fingers. "hm? what did you say?" scaramouche cocked his head, a sadistic smirk spreading on his face. "are you pleading with me to cum, whore? you sound so pathetic it's adorable," he bullied a third finger into your sweet spot.

you nodded, knowing your moans would sound shamelessly loud if not for the ball gag muffling them. you were coming undone under the weight of his sadism. he chuckled again seeing the aroused panic in your watery eyes. he supposed that was warranted. he'd been abusing and playing with your pussy all night, denying you each and every time you were close to coming undone.

he put a hand on your cheek. "oh? well that's just too bad," he laughed, cruelly pulling his fingers from your cunt. he'd already cum on you in various places watching your struggle to get off. scaramouche has to do things this way now. a stronger intimate connection would make it that much easier for him to get ahold of you in reality, where he could finally fuck his cock inside of you.

your eyes suddenly snapped open. panting, you looked around your room. you swore you could feel his presence in your room, your panties embarrassingly wet and sticking to your pussy. that dream was one you wouldn't be able to get out of your head. "scaramouche," you murmured softly.

it stuck with you even while you were out buying a couple bags of candy for trick or treaters this year. as you were reaching to pick up a bag of candy, you felt fingers brush against the back of your neck.

[mommynott]

🎃Halloween with Theo🎃

Theodore Nott x Reader headcanons

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, CHARS 18+, Halloween fluff and smut, PIV, spanking, rough sex, handcuffs, mask kink, Theo’s Halloween with you is filled with both tricks and treats

Theo who would let you sleep in on the day of Halloween but come wake you up with a pumpkin spice cappuccino, trying his best to make a pumpkin design with foam but failing and just adding orange sprinkles. “Cazzo…Sorry amore…Hope this is alright..”

Theo who definitely forgot to buy pumpkins to carve days before so after you got ready he’d take you two to a patch, pick the best pumpkins, and carve them with you.

Theo who while you’re putting on your costume is sitting behind you, appreciating every single inch of your body. Muttering things under his breath like “mio Dio...sei perfetto…”

Theo who would sit outside with you to hand out candy to the trick-or-treaters. Getting a bonfire going as you two cuddle up with a Halloween blanket. Watching the kids take the candy you set out.

Theo who would start to already think of the future as he saw the little ones. Thinking of both of you having a child. A thought he never even imagined he’d have but that changed when you came around.

Theo who every ten minutes would stand up to pick his favorite candy from the bowl and as you’d shake your head and giggle at him… he’d pretend to be shocked. “What, amore?! Just having myself a little treat.”

Theo who after trick or treating is done would help you inside, telling you to get ready for the party while he cooks up a quick dish of pasta. “I got it, Cara…Go get yourself all dolled up”

Theo who when you step out in your costume would be at a loss for words. His jaw physically dropping before he stalks toward you. “Sei la creatura più bella di questo universo…” Theo would breathe out while he pulls you close to him, his ocean eyes burning down into yours with a growing hunger.

Theo who would certainly do a matching costume with you, walking into the party proud to have you hanging on his arm. Showing off HIS woman. “You are the most gorgeous girl at this party…in this damn world.” He’d repeat throughout the party, giving you constant reassurance.

Theo who would take all the silly pictures with you, posing exactly as you wanted him to. I also see him LOVING Polaroid photos. But during the photos, he’d make sure to always have his hand somewhere on your ass. he can’t get enough of it.

Theo who would dance the night away with you, never leaving your side as you both get lost in each other during the Halloween party. This man only has eyes for you and only you.

Theo who would make sure you get home safely with him, helping you take off your heels and costume carefully. Wanting to take care of you… yet devour you.

Theo who would immediately smash his lips to yours, backing you up into the bedroom. Already feeling your arousal start to fuel within. “I have been waiting all…damn…day to destroy you, Bella.” Theo would husk through the steamy makeout.

Theo who would for sure pull out the handcuffs on Halloween, cuffing your hands behind your back before giving a few smacks to that perfect ass of yours, wanting to mark you up.

Theo who would bury his face between your cheeks, munching down on you as if you were the last meal he’d have. Making you cum on his tongue a handful of times. “…You taste sensational, amore…” He’d mutter into your warm and wet core.

Theo who would tug your head back to surprise you by wearing a Ghostface mask. A sly and seductive smirk underneath it as he’d growl out “-Surprise, Bella…” Only turning you on more. He’d for sure tease you with it just a bit but keeping you in those handcuffs you liked so much.

Theo who would fuck you senselessly. Hard and rough seemed appropriate for Halloween and the majority of the sex you two had. You’d definitely have his hand prints all over your ass by now.

Theo who would make sure to fill you up with his seed. Not letting a drop go to waste. His muffled groans and growls heard from under the mask while he finished deep inside of you.

Theo whose aftercare would consist of a hot shower together, cleaning you up with pumpkin-scented body wash. It is Halloween after all. Placing sweet kisses along your collarbone. “My beautiful beautiful girl…” Theo would whisper while grazing his hands along your tired body.

Theo who would snuggle you up in a spooky-themed towel to get you all nice and warm before helping you throw on the matching pajamas you both have.

Theo who would make stovetop popcorn, cuddling up next to you in bed as you both watch your favorite scary/Halloween movie. Knowing that this is what he always wanted for his future. Knowing every single Halloween with you would be his favorite by far…and why’s that? Because you are and always will be his favorite.

Hehehe I hope my sweet peas and smut sluts enjoyed this one as much as I did 💋

If you can’t tell, Halloween is my favorite time of year and I really wanted to put something out for it since I didn’t get a chance to participate in kinktober next year thoooo

As always, requests and asks are open bbys!🌙

Dividers can be found in my master list 🖤

[djarincore]

i want to taste you better

TAGS: MDNI 18+, overstimulation, cunnilingus, dirty talk, DADDY'S HOME (no daddy kink, sorry) WC: 1k

A/N: the sequel to this drabble. ONCE AGAIN thank you to sleep token for writing sexy ass lyrics and giving me the best titles. I'm gonna make a whole series of smut drabbles based off sleep token lyrics fr

Your car was in the driveway, but the house was unusually dark when Simon opened the front door. You always preferred to keep the lights on whenever he was away—said it felt ‘less lonely’ when the house was lit up. He didn't mind paying a bit more when the electricity bill came in if it meant you could find some comfort while he was away.

He dropped his bags at the door, deciding to deal with them later. He had more important things to do like finally holding you in his arms after being gone for two months. It certainly wasn't the longest he had been away, but it didn't mean he was any less eager to come back to you.

Simon crept up the dark stairs, avoiding spots he knew would creak beneath his weight. At the end of the hall, there was light framing a closed bedroom door.

He briefly thought about what you could be doing in there. Innocent thoughts at first—it was late, you had work in the morning, so you'd be in bed and winding down. But, the low drawn out moan that slipped from the door told him otherwise.

Fuck, he missed that voice. It wasn't the same hearing you whimper and moan from some shitty, little burner phone.

Your heavy breaths could be heard just outside the door. He lingered for a moment, pressing his shoulder to the wall. Your cries were beginning to crescendo, the tell tale sign of your orgasm.

Who was he to deprive you of that? It would just make your pretty noises all the more sweeter when he fucks another orgasm out of you.

When you met your peak with a choked gasp, Simon turned the door and stepped in. The air was thick with your scent.

You yelped at the sudden intrusion, sitting up and grabbing the blanket to cover your naked body. When the shock cleared, you were able to get a better look at the man who entered your bedroom. “Si?”

He clicked his tongue and cocked his head. “Thinkin’ of me, love?”

You cast the blanket aside and moved to slip off the bed, no doubt to run and hug him, but he stepped forward. “Don't move,” he commanded. “Lay down on the bed.”

You did as he said, laying back on the bed as he approached, anticipation holding your breath. You stared up at him looming over you. His black face mask was still on, obscuring mouth. You could see the faint black smudges still around his eyes.

Simon wasted no time slipping between your legs. He laid his palms on your inner thighs and spread them open to fit himself.

“Couldn't wait ‘til I got home. Were you really that fuckin’ desperate?”

You tried opening your mouth to defend yourself, but one of his hands, warm and calloused, slid between your legs. His thumb parted your folds to get a proper view of your glistening cunt, arousal leaking out and soiling the sheets below.

“My dirty girl,” he sighed, rubbing his thumb over your dripping hole. You squirmed, and he held you down by the hip, fingers digging into your soft flesh. “Gotta clean you up now.”

Both of his hands slid up the curves of your body, making sure to caress the mounds of your breasts before one settled on your jaw. He leaned over, stabilizing himself with one arm, and paused just before your lips.

You brought a finger up to tease the edge of the fabric over his nose before trailing to the string looped around one end of his mask. You pulled it off to reveal your lover's face and his smirking lips.

“Missed you,” you mumbled, leaning up for a kiss.

Simon met it hungrily, sweeping his tongue along your lower lip to prod into your mouth. His kisses devoured you. He pulled away to trail his lips down your neck, sucking marks along the column of your throat, laying his claim to you once again.

He wanted you to remember this in the morning—the marks on your skin, the ache between your legs—and remember it was him that made you feel that way. It would only ever be him.

He moved down your chest, paying attention to the hardened tips of your breasts. He latched his mouth around one nipple while his hand kneaded the other breast.

You arched into his touch and gasped when his teeth grazed over your nipple. Your fingers ran through his hair, urging him lower, just where you really needed him.

“More,” you whined, rutting yourself against the leg wedged between your thighs. “Please, Si.”

His hands smoothed over the curve of your waist as he slipped down to meet your cunt. He pulled your legs wide and hooked them over his broad shoulders.

Simon didn't waste time delving into your dripping cunt. His fingers formed a ‘v’ around your opening and he slotted his lips between them, lapping up the arousal from your orgasm. He was starved, almost desperate to taste you again. He shut his eyes and lost himself in you.

Your cries and moans fell on deaf ears as he dragged his tongue through your folds and toyed with your clit. The orgasm you gave yourself left you sensitive to his eager ministrations. Each flick of his tongue over your clit had your legs locking around his head, tense but thruming with pleasure.

He pulled your legs back open when you squeezed too hard, gripping your soft flesh and continuing to devour you. When he pushed two fingers deep into your cunt, feeling the way your wet heat pulsated around his fingers, he groaned.

“Fuck, you're tight. Want you to come on my mouth, love. Come on—ride my face.”

With his fingers buried in you and his lips on your clit, Simon worked another orgasm out of you. Your back arched and you finished with his name on your lips. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his mouth, letting your ride out your orgasm on his tongue.

“Ngh, fuck,” you cried, when he refused to pull away. You looked down at him as your chest heaved. “I can't.”

You tried shifting yourself away, but his grip on your thighs was relentless. His tongue ran over your clit again and your body twitched.

“You can. One more, just one more for me.”

[luvgam3]

Girlfriend Shoko head-canons cause I said so

Cw: afab reader, mdni (18+ under cut), no proof read.

- Shoko is a busy woman, sleep deprived, dehydrated, everything under the sun— but when she met you every little bad thing in her life vanished. You forced her to drink water, forced her to eat regular meals, forced her to change her sleeping habits. Instead of coming home and chain smoking on her couch she finds herself tucked between your legs, her head pressed against your chest as she naps, lulled to sleep by the sound of your heartbeat and soft breaths.

- Shoko always thought she was too busy for relationship—let alone date nights. Hookups were so much quicker and simpler than settling down and making plans week after week day after day. But now it’s all she ever really thinks about. She’ll pass by a new bakery on her way to work, taking quick glances through the large windows, looking at the tables and the seating an noting how busy they always look. Or she’ll spend her breaks looking up five star restaurants to take you to for your anniversary (which isn’t even close! She just can’t seem to stop thinking about how lucky she is and how beautiful you’ll look sitting across from her in a dress she definitely hasn’t bought for you already…)

- Craft + Wine dates. Was it your idea or was it hers? (It was hers) Whenever Shoko gets a weekend off she always gets so excited knowing you’re already at home laying out all of the materials on the kitchen table, two wine glasses set to the side and a small ceramic ashtray waiting patiently for her arrival home. One time you’ll make paintings of one another, the next time you’re beading bracelets made with each others favorite color. Some days you’ll simply lay out a puzzle and pull your chair a little closer to hers. Shoko hunched forward, glass in hand and a cigarette dangling between her lips as he searches through the scattered pile.

- TOUCH HER. Shoko is always— and I mean always— freezing. In the mornings you’ll wake up to her face buried in the crook of your neck, her arms wrapped tightly around you, her legs tangled with yours. Or some nights after you’ve turned the light off and rolled over you’ll feel her hands slide up your shirt, her fingers little ice cubes against your hot skin. Good luck pushing her away, she’ll whine the entire time, begging you to hold her and warm her up. She loves laying her head on your chest while you’re both wrapped up in a thick warm blanket— it’s nothing short of perfect.

- Shoko isn’t a lightweight, she can hold her liquor. You however? You can’t. She loves looking down at your rosy face as your eyes flutter closed as you fall asleep sitting up on the couch. She’s quick to grab the makeup wipes and clean your face for you before helping you walk to bed. Your knees would buckle with each step before they’d finally give out, your body meeting with the plush mattress with a soft groan. Shoko carefully helps you shed your uncomfortable clothes, helping you into an old ratty t-shirt. If you were sober (and conscious) you’d see the soft look of love in her eyes and she plays with your hair. Her fingers brushing against your forehead and you mutter in your sleep, and god, she’s never been more in love.

- If she could stay between your legs all day she would. Her breakfast, lunch and dinner is your dripping wet cunt against her tongue. She’s not just good at eating you out— she’s amazing at it. It’s like she’s been studying for this moment her entire life. She ties her hair back, getting down on her knees and prying your legs apart. After a long day she won’t waist any time diving in, giving you no warning as she plunges her tongue into your tight hole, her nose pressed up against your clit as she devours you. When you cum (or when she finally feels like stopping) you watch as she sits up, her hair frizzy from your desperate tugging, her chin glistening with your cum and her spit.

- The strap master or the strap receiver… which will she be? Shoko is a heavy switch, one day she’ll be on all fours as you drive into her from behind, the next she’ll have your legs thrown over her shoulders as she listens to you babble something that sounds like her name.

- Shoko isn’t as big of a freak as you’d think. Sex with her can very from absolutely brutal to the sweetest tenderest experience of your life. Sometimes she’ll wrap her hand around your throat as you lay under her with your nails biting into her shoulders. Wet rosy patches litter your skin as you gasp, eyes fluttering into the back of your head as that blissful airy feeling seeps in, drowning out the loud slap of her strap entering you again and again as she fucks you into the mattress.

- when you sent her a nude for the first time she was absolutely floored. All she could think about for the rest of the day was you and what you must’ve done after taking that photo. Were you nestled in her bed?— Your face buried in the shirt she mindlessly tossed onto the mattress that morning… or maybe you were grinding against her favorite pillow, the one that smelt like her shampoo and perfume… or maybe—

- You jokingly called her daddy once. You thought it was funny— and maybe she did too the first time. But then you did it again after she kissed you on the cheek while passing by. That had a little more kick to it than it did the first time. Shoko always thought men who liked to be called daddy in bed were odd— but then she asked you begged you to call her daddy as she hovered over you, her fingers deep in your cunt. She pleaded, her pussy grinding against your thigh as you shivered under her. She needed to hear it, just to see how it felt. And it felt wonderful. Call her daddy while she’s eating you out, call her daddy while her cock is burrier deep deep inside of you, call her daddy as she lazily fingers you in bed.

[the-palelady]

as a short arse girlie myself (147.32cm/4ft10), i think about having to absolutely crane my neck to look up at simon. i mean he is a hulk of a man and you can’t change my mind

cw ; just tooth rotting fluff

• he’s always having to grab things for you, but for the times he isn’t around, he has a little step ladder that you can use

• if the two of you are ever caught in an argument, it’s very difficult for him to take you seriously

• i mean look at you down there, hands on your hips, cheeks puffed out like some cute little hamster. he’s falling in love with you all over again just at the sight

• he’ll watch you get ready in the bathroom from the bedroom, eyeing the way you stand on the tips of your toes in order to completely see yourself in the mirror while you do your makeup

• he even offers to do your mascara from time to time so you don’t have to keep bouncing up onto the counter to see or waste time grabbing your step ladder

• on the rare occasion you two take pictures, he has to bend down/sit in order to get you both in the shot otherwise your face is barely visible in the corner or you can only see his torso

• casually picks you up from the waist or throws you over his shoulder. you’re as light as a feather to him

• if you’re ever watching a movie/tv show in bed together, you always gravitate towards the spot between his legs, wanting to lay back on him like a pillow

• he doesn’t mind. of course he loves the closeness of it, but he also enjoys resting his chin on the crown of your head while you lean your back into his chest

• simon would be lying if he said he didn’t like having to bend almost completely down just to give your cheeks or lips little pecks here and there

• sometimes he just can’t help himself. he’ll look over, see you in all your short, perfectness and have this desire to cover you in kisses (i know he’s some big, bad military man but he’s down bad for you, kay?)

• when he comes home from a mission, you try not to bombard him too much. you know his job is mentally and physically taxing. but simon also knows not having him there is draining for you. it gets lonely, so he doesn’t mind when you leap into his arms even though he hasn’t fully opened the door to your shared flat yet

• he loves the way you wrap your arms and legs around him, clinging to him like a koala. you practically climb this man like a tree and he doesn’t even bat an eye at it

• despite your small stature, he knows you could lay him out if you really tried. he knows you could demolish anyone for that matter, so he feels bad for anyone that catches you on a bad day

• however, his favorite part about your smallness is when the two of you are tucked away in your shared bed

• simon has many sleepless nights, but when you get into bed beside him, freshly showered, pajamas on, and you tuck yourself into his side, he has no problem falling into a dreamless slumber

• you’re a small thing, you get cold, so you devour the heat this man radiates, and he lives for it

• he has to be holding onto you or vice versa otherwise he isn’t getting a wink of sleep that night

• loves to grope at the fat of your hips, his thumbs dipping into the flesh there and dragging you close to him, your body curling into him and making your own little cocoon out of your blankets and his body

[frudoo]

Birthday Picnic

This is super self-indulgent because it IS in fact my birthday!!!

Warnings: SMUT. Light breeding kink/creampie. Alcohol consumption, food mentions. John + reader are parents. Fem!Reader.

MDNI

John had the perfect, picturesque birthday picnic all planned out for you for weeks—a basket full of your favorite foods and a lavish bottle of wine, a custom mini cake he’d had Simon make for you with extra sweet buttercream and lots of pretty frills on the sides, and perhaps his favorite part: a ring he’d handcrafted himself. He’d spent months working on it without your knowledge just to surprise you on your special day. An intricate ring, with a thin gold band and delicate leaf-shaped embellishments. In the middle he’d worked in his and your birthstones, as well as your daughter’s.

With your baby girl spending the night at her uncle Kyle and Johnny’s house, John was counting on this little getaway to be perfect—and truthfully, it was! He’d driven you out to the countryside and set up the blanket close to the pond where there was a nice breeze and gorgeous scenery. Countless kisses were shared, delicious treats were devoured, and he’d even guided you to dance with him to nothing but the call of the songbirds and the whisper of rustling leaves. That’s when he slipped the ring onto your finger, on the opposite hand of the one he declared you as his with just a few years ago.

But the one thing your dear husband, ever-the-planner, couldn’t prepare for was the weather to change its mind so quickly. When the two of you were deliciously dizzy from twirling around and maybe more tipsy than you’d like to admit, and the sun had decided to begin its descent beneath the earth, John laid down on the blanket and coaxed you into his arms to watch as the sky mourned her daytime lover and sent out the moon and stars to shine in its place.

Then came the rain—bitter, cold droplets more akin to that of a bullet ricocheting off of tender skin.

John apologizes, but you’re laughing—and oh, what a delightful sound it is. The joy in your voice cuts through the roar of the wind and the booming claps of thunder. The light in your eyes shines far brighter than the twinkling stars or the beaming moon. He can’t help but join you, overtaken with glee despite the water dissolving the gel in his hair and soaking through his favorite shirt until it’s transparent. The disappointment he felt is gone long before you climb on top of him with a drunken fit of giggles and a sloppy kiss to his lips.

Clumsy hands make their way beneath your ruined dress and caress every inch they can reach. Grit and callous meets soft and lush. Teeth collide and clothes get discarded somewhere in the mud beside you, and when he finally slides home, the sky bursts with electric color in celebration. John looks perfectly disheveled beneath you, mouth agape and jaw twitching in time with every rock of your hips. There’s no need for the usual murmurs of praise and pleasure—the steam rising off of your heated, slippery bodies in contrast with the chill in the air is proof enough that there is no lack of admiration in your union.

As your nails bite into his chest and his fingertips squeeze the supple fat of your hips, the friction grows warmer, the ecstasy comes to a head. John’s thighs knock up into you so passionately that it sends you toppling forward. He takes the opportunity to wrap his burly arms around your waist and keep you tightly held to him, mouths pressed against each other to echo every cry into your mending souls. As the pond before you is flooded so he mimics, rewarding your frantic efforts with every drop of himself deep inside of your womb.

Sweat and rain alike drip down both bodies in a steady rhythm when John helps you stand. It’s freezing all of a sudden—the blanket and basket are left behind as a gift for the woodland creatures as your husband takes your hand and the two of you sprint back to the truck where it’s warm and dry. Maybe it’s too late to think about getting sick as you both cuddle up in the backseat, but he knows one thing for sure: if getting sick is the only thing that comes from existing in bliss with the love of his life, John would gladly live with a scratchy throat for as long as eternity lasts.

For now, he’ll take the gentle rocking of his truck and the pretty whimpers that escape you as a reminder that your special day ended up perfect, after all.

[lxvvie]

There's something about the way...

Price praises you. He encourages you to take the initiative even when he holds the reins. The battle-hardened bastard has seen so many amazing things in his life but nothing compares to the sight he sees as you succumb to yet another orgasm underneath him. And he'll do it again and again just to see you glow and come under his praises.

Gaz surprises you. Actions speak louder than words, and the man would much rather show you than he can tell you. And show you he does. You lost track of how many positions he's had you in and if you weren't so tired, you'd chuck a pillow at the cheeky bastard. You're pretty good, Gaz. Pretty. Good.

Soap worships you. You're like the fucking sun to him, something worth returning home to after every assignment. All the shit he's seen, you're a sight for sore eyes. Every flaw you think you have, he kisses it away. He'll always kiss it away. Your body is a sight to behold and he'll worship it every time.

Ghost excites you. He doesn't see how he does it, doesn't think he'll ever see it, but the intensity in his eyes, the purpose of every movement he makes, it excites you. The way he looks at you like he wants to devour you, the way he touches you even when it isn't sexual, god, it turns you on like no other. And even in the urgency of your lovemaking is Ghost still tender and considerate, everything he's always wanted but never had until you.

Alejandro soothes you. He knows all too well the pressures of life and leadership and would rather you be calmed by his touch than anything else. Every action, from the way his hands rove over your body to the words he whispers against your skin, blankets you like a soothing balm. You return the favor and you two find respite in each other's arms.

Rudy makes you laugh and makes you feel safe. He shows you how there can be humor even in passion. His quips are corny, yeah, but it suits him. And you'd have it no other way. Only Rudy can bring forth the deepest belly laughs from you while being buried deep inside you as well.

Phillip provokes you. He's a talented man through and through but the way he fucks brings out a primal need in you that you didn't realize existed. He fucks you like it's the last thing he'll ever do on this Earth and you respond with that same fervor every time.

Valeria captivates you. She is a woman who stares adversity and death in the eyes and tells them to go fuck themselves. Her presence can be felt even when she's not around and what she wants, she damn sure gets. This is what draws you to her, what has you yearning for more each and every time. And even in the midst of it all, when it's you two in the throes of sex is there a vulnerability that she doesn't dare show to anyone else, a side to her that's just as alluring as the badass you see and experience on a daily basis.

König embraces you. Because he himself wasn't embraced. Because he himself sought that same embrace. His frame, no matter how big, is comforting just the same. He's an interesting fellow with layers upon layers, each more surprising than the last it seems. Driven and focused on the battlefield, a nervous albeit eager and faithful mess outside of it. He more than makes up for it when he's with you and it's both a pity and blessing that no one, save you, experiences it.

Horangi tests you. The bastard lives life on the edge and it's no different when he's with you. The games he plays would infuriate anyone and you're pushed to the brink of orgasm and brought back every time. His fingers have you cursing and pleading with him to end your misery and let you cum―please, Horangi―but he doesn't relent. Not yet. He hasn't even gotten around to using his ace in the hole. Patience, baby.

[paarksunghoon]

neeeed u to write about tipsy jay and reader coming from that Prada party and just wanting to devour each other

late to the party…enjoy

***

Sex with Jay is always the best when the two of you are a little drunk because the two of you let your inhibitions go and forego anything other than pure, primal want and instinct.

Jay’s usually-controlled demeanor is forgotten as soon as he pushes you past the threshold of his apartment and you’re scrambling to kick off your heels and take of the jacket he put around your shoulders once the two of you got home. The complementary ride share service provided by Prada meant the two of you could drink the night away and not worry about anything.

The door shuts behind you and Jay’s pushing you deeper into his apartment until he’s got you in his bedroom. He turns your body towards his bed and undoes the zipper in the back until you’re stepping out of the dress he bought you.

You turn right back around and grab his face before pushing yourself right into him. Your mouths are wet and you’re sure drool might start to spill down your chins but Jay tastes like bourbon and you swear you might get drunk off of him.

“Fuck me,” you whisper against him. He turns you towards the bed once again.

“I need you.” Jay’s breath hovers above your ear and tingles run down your spine. He pushes his hand between your legs and moans at how wet your thighs have become. “Yeah, stay like that.”

Your body feels limp and you’re so turned on that you don’t argue with him. He pushes your back until your chest hits the mattress with a force stronger than his typically gentle touch. It makes you pussy jolt.

Jay shoves his trousers down until his cock springs free and pushes into your hole with a loud, deep moan.

It’s like he moves on autopilot when he’s drunk. His cock is hot against you and his hips rut into you like he was born for this. Jay grips your ass so tightly that it makes you excited to see the red marks he’ll leave. His grip on your hips feels maddening and it has you clawing at the blankets in front of you.

Jay pushes and pushes in and out of you until he’s pulling himself out until only his tip is lodged in. He comes and the warmth that floods your hole makes you feel like you’re in heaven. It tiggers your own and you can feel it seeping down your thigh.

***

[a-hazbin-reader]

how about a reader who's been feeling pretty overworked recently?and just needs to rest but is to stubborn to Al does something about it?

Now it's Alastor's turn to pamper~

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: None I think??

Description: ☝️⬆️

You've been going nonstop all week and it's been taking it's toll on you physically and mentally

There's so much that needs done and you're only one person, you don't have time to sit and relax

Which means you're unintentionally taking time with you away from Alastor

Not his ears drooping and folding back when he realizes you're going to turn him down

"I'm so sorry, Alastor, I'm just too tired to go out and I really need to finish this."

"Y/N, it's our date night and I insist that you-"

"I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you later, I promise."

But you pass out and Alastor has to carry you to bed, hating that you're so overworked right now, that you have no time to spare for him

Which in his deer brain, means that you're neglecting him because you're so fried from work

And that means he's gotta fix this

But you're stubbon and won't relax willingly so he's got to get creative

"Darling, won't you take this bubble bath with me? I need help getting my back~"

🥵🥵 s-sure

He takes special care to massage and scrub every part of you until you're a gooey mess in his hands

Despite his claws, he can be surprisingly gentle, it's rather soothing to feel them ghosting over your skin

It's not until later when your back is against his chest and he's kissing your shoulder that you realize he's been spoiling you the entire time

Literally carries you to bed bridal style and dries your body with a loving reverence that makes you blush

"Alastor, I can do this myself-"

"Hush now, let me do this for you..."

Rubs fancy lotions and creams into your skin, massaging until you inevitably fall asleep under his care

Nobody is allowed to wake you or bother you at all for the time being, he'll make sure of it

He finds excuses to interrupt you during your work, forcing you to take breaks

"Darling, I accidentally made too much jambalaya! So I thought I might bring you some as I am quite sure you haven't eaten today~"

"Alastor, I don't have time to-that smells really good..."

It's so good you could cry, devouring the entire thing while he stays and has lunch with you, turning it into a mini date

You didn't even realize how tense were before Alastor showed up, feeling full and relaxed after he gives you a parting kiss

You really don't want him to go, watching him leave with a longing expression

Not him purposefully stealing something you need so that you have no choice but to seek him out

"Have you seen my folder? I can't get back to work without it!"

"Hm? I can't say that I have, but have you seen what a beautiful day it is outside? Why not just skip work today, and we'll take a stroll through Cannibal Town?"

Won't take no for an answer, already looping his arm with yours and marching you outside

It is actually a beautiful day outside

Takes you to all your old haunts and spends all day buying anything you even look at

It feels good to catch up with Rosie and some of your old friends, not having realized how long it's been since you've seen them

He also takes you out dancing, which leaves you tired and sore, but in the best way possible, he was always exciting to dance with

Will carry you home if he has to, will actually find an excuse to do so

"Do your feet hurt? Here, let me carry you~"

You pass out before he puts the blanket over you, soothed by his scent on your pillow

It's not until later when you wake up to him putting your folder back in your bag that you realize what he's been up to

"Alastor..?"

Oh fuck he's been caught

"Darling! I was just-cleaning off your bag and-"

"...just shut up and come back to bed..."

Literally climbs right on top of you and flops on you like he's your own personal weighted blanket

Kissing your neck and shoulders before whispering into your ear with a slightly guilty voice

"Are you angry with me?"

"Mm...not if you keep giving me attention like this..."

Well, he wouldn't want his darling Y/N to start getting angry with him now, would he?

The next day you feel more renewed and refreshed than you have in weeks, waking up tangled in Alastor's arms

You chuckle softly and push some of his hair out of his (totally not pretending) sleeping face, admiring his handsome features

He's a sneaky man who tricks you into relaxing and taking time for yourself because he loves you

And you love him all the more for it

This one was too cute! I hope you like it

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Me U & Hennessy: Toman Founders x Fem Reader

♡ NSFW, vibes → smut, drug use (only weed) + hints at a blunt rotation, alcohol, established relationship for each scenario, public sex, bathroom sex, closet sex, unprotected sex + creampie, sex while intoxicated, oral (fem and male receiving), discreet thigh riding, thighjob, fingering, pet names + praise, and biting, this was unfortunately proofread and my eyes are killing me, buckle up because this is a long read ♡

note 1: This includes all of the Toman founders and is kinda different from what I normally write. I loved writing this (Baji’s part especially) and I'm super proud of how this turned out!

note 2: Huge thank you to @i-literally-cant-with-this for planting this idea in my head and offering help. Sarah I love you 😭🩷

note 3: This is the last note I swear and it's probably the most important one too…I HIT 100 FOLLOWERS AND 2500 LIKES 🥳 I love y'all so much 😭

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Playing cards, snacks, and shot glasses littered the living room table of Mitsuya’s apartment. It was the up and coming fashion designer’s turn to host Toman’s weekly get together and you all took advantage of it by having a smoke sesh. Draken pointed the blunt in your direction, you tried to hold your hand up in an attempt to decline but instinctively grabbed it instead. You were stoned out of your mind and kinda tipsy off a couple shots of henny, so it was probably a good idea to pass it to Mitsuya.

Smoke crowded the room, forcing Baji to open the window. “Baji close the window, it's freezing man!” Kazutora whined while curling up on the couch next to you. “I’m tryna air the room out dipshit! Go get a blanket if you’re cold!” “You two argue like a goddamn married couple.” Draken intervened, chuckling with Mitsuya (who was actively coughing his lungs up). This is essentially how every smoke sesh with them went. Baji and Kazutora arguing, Draken and Mitsuya laughing at everything like two schoolgirls, Mikey raiding the kitchen every five minutes, and Pah-Chin being super quiet and just absorbing the chaos going on around him. Me U & Hennessy by DeJ Loaf blasted in the background, filling your head with unholy thoughts and your inebriation only elevated your desire to fuck. And it most certainly didn’t go unnoticed.

Mikey 💠

As Mikey walked back into the living room his eyes landed on you, noticing the way your breathing became heavy. He walked over to the couch and asked if you wanted to go outside for some fresh air, seemingly oblivious to the way your eyes were devouring him. You two slid out the front door of Mitsuya’s apartment, making your way outside and behind the apartment's staircase. Mikey immediately broke the silence before you could say anything. “So what’s bothering you?” “Nothing’s-” “Shut it! I know you better than that, it’s so obvious that you’re soaked right now.”

You couldn’t even argue with him, he was right for once. “You wanna get fucked right? Prove how bad you want it then.” On instinct you got on your knees as Mikey unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. He tapped the tip of his dick on your outstretched tongue before slipping the entirety of his length in your mouth. He paused when he felt you gag around him, giving you a moment to adjust to the fullness you felt in your throat. “You look so pretty when you’re choking on my dick ♡” The praise combined with the dirtiness of his words invigorated you, pushing past the slight pain in your throat you started bobbing your head. When you could tell when he was close you started to speed up and pay extra attention to his tip, swirling your tongue around it and leaving kisses on it. “Fuck that’s it, just like that princess~” You quickly slipped him back in your mouth before he came, desperate to feel his hot load go down your throat. He gripped the back of your neck as he came, grunting and praising you all the while. “You better be ready to get fucked when we get home princess, I’m gonna be inbetween your legs all night ♡”

Draken 🐉

After almost laughing himself to death with Mitsuya, Draken noticed the way you shifted on the couch. The way your thighs rubbed together in discomfort. “Hey y/n, you okay? Need me to walk you to the bathroom?” He asked, a playful tone in his voice. “Yeah I actually do.” You got up and followed Draken’s lead into the narrow hallway, stopping at a door that most definitely wasn’t the bathroom. “This isn’t the bathroom.” Draken opened the door to what looked like a supply closet. “Why would I take you to the bathroom if I know that's not what you need right now?” He walked in the closet, beckoning you to follow him. Normally you’d refuse, especially since you were in Mitsuya’s house, but he was just so tempting. You walked into the closet, closing and locking the door behind you.

Before you knew it you two were undressed and he had you bent over with your hands gripping a shelf. His thick cock stretching your tight little pussy with each thrust. If it wasn’t for you biting your lip, your moans would be heard citywide. “So fucking tight, feel so good wrapped around me.” “Faster~” “Oh yea? You want it faster darling? I'll give it to you as fast as you want ♡” Lewd noises filled the closet as Draken pounded into you, hands squeezing your hips tighter and tighter until he finally filled you up. He stayed inside you, not wanting a single drop of his cum to leak out of your cunt. “Let's just stay like this for a while, okay babydoll?”

Baji 🔥

“Baji close the damn windows!” Kazutora yelled at him for the tenth time in a row. “Okay fine, I’ll close the damn windows!” Baji yelled back, annoyed about having to get up again to close the windows he just opened. As he finished closing the windows he turned to Kazutora. “There you happy now?” “Very happy, thank you.” You could hear Baji mumble under his breath as he walked towards the glass door of Mitsuya’s balcony. “I’m gonna go get some air.” He stated, as if anyone other than you were listening. After a few minutes you got up from the couch to join him on the balcony, which probably wasn’t the safest thing considering you just consumed alcohol not that long ago. Baji looked in your direction as you stepped out onto the balcony.

“Hey cutie! Decided to join me?” You nodded in agreement, blushing at the pet name. “Come here pretty girl, lemme hold you.” You walked over to the railing of the balcony, letting him wrap his strong arms around your waist. The cool night air felt so good on your warm skin, but what felt even better was Baji’s hands roaming your body. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice how warm you are?” His hands slid down to undo your pants. “I remember you mentioning how you’ve always wanted to fuck on a balcony.” “Baji…I wasn’t being serious. I was probably drunk when I said it anyway.” He leaned in to whisper in your ear. “Nah, you were dead sober, so I know it wasn’t the henny talking. Lemme fuck those pretty thighs~” He softly bit into your neck as he slid your pants and panties down far enough for him to comfortably slide inbetween your thighs.

“You’re so fucking warm baby, dripping wet too. You been waiting for this haven’t you?” You could only nod in agreement as his girthy cock slid between your thighs, going back and forth across your soaking wet pussy. The tip of his dick brushing up against your clit, sending shivers down your spine. You were so fucked out and he didn't even put it in. You never even considered that the rest of the guys might see you two, or the fact that you were literally outside. But that didn't matter, not when Baji was biting on your neck and shoulder, nibbling on your ear, and telling you how good you felt. “You feel so good, taste good too. Just can't get enough of you.” Baji’s thrusts started to become sloppier, but he quickly composed himself because he knew exactly what he wanted. He slid his hand between your legs, playing with your clit while he slowly rubbed his cock between your slick folds. As you gushed all over his length, he slipped inside you, filling your pussy with his cum and keeping you warmer than a shot of Henny ever could.

Kazutora 🐅

As Baji proceeded to ignore his complaints about the cold air from the windows, Kazutora decided to actually follow his advice and try to find a blanket. ���Hey y/n, come with me to find a blanket real quick?” You two made your way through the hallway, checking closets filled with fabrics and sewing equipment. Kazutora stumbled upon the bathroom and decided to go through the cabinet under the sink. “Kazutora I don't think there's any blankets under there.” You giggled while sitting down on the edge of the tub. “Well duh, I know that. I'm just snooping around a little.” After finding nothing of interest he closed the cabinet, turning his attention to you.

He walked over and crouched down in front of you, laying his head on your thighs. He whimpered underneath you as your fingers gently ran through his hair. “Lemme taste you angel~” He mumbled into your thighs. You didn’t even get a chance to respond before he started taking off your pants, desperate to get a taste of you. “Tora slow down, you act like I’m gonna slip through your fingers.” His muffled response reverberated through your body as he buried his face between your legs, leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He practically started drooling when he slid your panties off, taking a moment to admire your pretty pussy before grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer. His tongue circled your clit, sliding between your wet folds to gather as much of your juices on his tongue as he could. He didn’t even bother to praise you, he was far too invested in devouring you to pull away. As the heat in your body built up you gripped his hair, grinding your pussy on his face. His grip on your thighs loosened, allowing you to squeeze his head in between them, letting himself become engulfed in your drenched cunt.

Pah-Chin 🔷

The heat growing between your legs started to become unbearable, prompting you to head to the kitchen for some water to cool you off and maybe sober you up a little. As you chugged a bottle of water you felt a pair of strong hands grip your waist, almost making you choke on the water. You looked back only to be greeted by Pah’s face, his head resting on your shoulder. “Jeez Pah, you scared the hell outta me! Do you need something?” “No, but I can tell that you do.” His hand slid from your waist to the waistband of your pants as he placed delicate kisses on your neck. “Really, in the kitchen of all places? The guys might see us!” “It’s fine baby, just trust me.”

He unbuttoned your pants and slid his calloused hand into your underwear, circling your clit with his middle finger. “You’re so fucking wet for me, lemme take care of you.” His thick fingers worked their way inside you, stretching you out. It was so hard to stay quiet as his fingers went in and out, curling into you and hitting every spot you liked. “You close sugar? I'm not stopping til you cream on my fingers ♡” He didn't have to wait long, as the knot in your stomach unraveled and you finished all over his fingers. Not even a full minute later, with his hand still in your pants, he was asking for more. “You think you can gimme another one baby?”

Mitsuya 🪻

As the smoke in the room started to clear, Mitsuya looked over at you. His eyes scanned every inch of your body, mesmerized by you. He didn’t know if it was the weed heightening his senses or if you’ve always looked as attractive as you did now, and he couldn’t care less. He just wanted you, needed to feel your warmth against him. “Hey love, why don’t you come sit on my lap?” The tone in his voice was so sweet and inviting, how could you deny him? You got up from your place on the couch and positioned yourself on his lap, eventually shifting to just sitting on one of his thighs. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close and kissing your shoulder.

He leaned in and whispered in your ear. “I want you to use me to get off ♡” “Taka, not now we-” Mitsuya held his finger against your lips, politely signaling you to shut up. “It’s okay love, I’ll be discreet. Just be as quiet as you can, okay?” You nodded, relaxing in his grip as he slowly rocked your hips back and forth. The music playing from Draken’s bluetooth speaker blared throughout the room, masking the small whimpers you made as Mitsuya put more force on your hips, increasing the friction between his thigh and your clothed cunt. “Go ahead and cum for me pretty baby ♡” You bit your lip to conceal the moan that threatened to spill from your mouth as you came, leaving your panties a soaked mess. “Wanna continue this in my room sweetheart?”

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[tora-ken]

crooked memory

genre fluff, angst, major character death, mentions of blood

tags gojo satoru x reader, biker!gojo

summary gojo satoru loves you so much.

wc; 1.3k

reblogs would be appreciated, please do not plagiarise my work, or share it on any other social media platform!

you would risk absolutely anything to see your boyfriend — the boyfriend your parents forbade you from dating, the boyfriend everybody told you was a red flag, the boyfriend even you told yourself to not fall for. but god, was satoru gojo irresistable.

the sweetest boy you had ever come to discover in this short life of yours. how the loving words he told you melted off his tongue like honey, how his arms embraced you like a soft blanket, how his eyes were the most alluring sight to fall for. he was dream, and he was yours.

light taps against your window turn your head suddenly, to notice your boyfriend outside your house, looking up at you with another pebble in his hands.

“hi baby!” he cheers, and drops the pebble, beginning to climb his way up to your room as you open your window.

“you’re not supposed to be here, what are you doing?” you walk backwards, letting him into your bedroom.

“i wanted to see you, but your parents won’t let me in.” his smile blinds you, and he closes your window quietly. he takes off his shoes, and crawls into your bed.

“hey, i just changed the sheets, at least wear the sweatpants you left here.” you whine, and open your drawer, taking out his clothes for him to wear.

he smiles at the thought of you having his things, the thought of him being a part of you, everything of him is part of you. he can’t define himself without you. the girl who makes him who he is.

“okay, baby, anything you want.” he gives you a longing kiss, before changing into appropriate clothes.

the two of you curl up in your freshly changed sheets, smelling exactly like you. he lays on your side of the bed, which you allow because you know he loves the smell of your hair on the pillow. you’re facing each other, his hands trailing your face, and yours in his hair, a moment he wishes would never end.

“how’d you get here, i thought your parents weren’t letting you out of the house.” you finally speak.

“i snuck out! i found the keys to my motorbike and just got here.” oh, how this boy would do absolutely anything for you — he was smitten. he would walk naked through a blizzard if it meant getting to you.

you held his entire heart, his entire being belonged to you and you only — and he never forgot to show that. how could he? you consumed his existence, every waking thought of his was devoured by you. a world without you was a world without him.

“what are you gonna do if you get caught?” your eyes widen in panic, excuses of what to say flourish in your mind.

“don’t worry i won’t get caugh-“ the door opens, and satoru sees your parents, seething. he looks on your side of the bed, only to see that you’ve vanished, and reality slaps him in the face.

you’re gone.

“what are you doing here? i thought we told you to never show your face again!” your father lifts the poor boy up by his sweater, the sweater you got him for his birthday, and satoru worries that it’ll tear.

“honey, please let him go, don’t hurt him.” your mother interjects, pulling him away from satoru’s neck, to which he releases a gasp. “you need to leave, sweetheart. you can’t just sneak into our house like this for no reason.” she tries to reassure satoru kindly.

“i came here for y/n.” he feels the tears well up in his eyes, his bottom lip trembles as he tries to conceal the cry for help that’s about to explode on his expression.

“you know damn well she’s not here. and it’s all your fault you fuck-“ your father starts, and your mother places her hand on his chest.

“we know you miss her satoru, we do too. what happened to her was horrible for everyone, but you need to go home, we spoke to your parents, they said you weren’t leaving the house.”

satoru suddenly remembers everything, how he made you sneak out one night with him to go on a motorbike ride, the rides your parents always hated you going on. but you had done it millions of times before then, so you left, helmet in hand.

he remembers everything so clearly, how you begged him to stop going so fast, how it was too scary, and how he laughed and just said to hold on tight. he remembers your arms around his waist, how strong of a grip you had around him — he remembers how cold it was that night, the wind and the rain soaking your outfits. he remembers the oncoming truck and your screams before everything goes dark.

he remembers gaining consciousness shortly after, how your helmet screen is cracked, face bloodied, yet you still tried to reach a hand out towards him. he remembers how you tried to shuffle towards him, and him to you, before you eventually got slower, your arm lowering, and how you laid limp, only a few centimetres before him.

he remembers being in the hospital, waiting for you, asking the doctors, nurses, his family and friends about you, only to get the same answer each time — “she’s resting.” he remembers the day you died, the same day he got discharged from the hospital, and immediately went to visit you.

he remembers hearing the monotonous beep of the machine beside you, and how his world comes crashing down, how he begins to realise it was all his fault. he should’ve never made you sneak out on such a rainy night, he should’ve slowed down when you begged him to, he should’ve just stayed in your room with you that night like he had done before.

he remembers how weeks after your funeral, he got out of bed late at night, and decided to go to your house, your room, and climbing up your house to get into your room, because you had always kept the window open for him. he remembers going into your drawers to get his clothes out, before laying in your bed, muttering to himself, saying your name, calling you baby, all before he had gotten caught by your parents.

“i-i’m sorry, i know it’s my fault, i don’t know what came over me mr and mrs l/n, i’m sorry, i’ll go-“ he breaks out into a violent sob, before getting up and trying to leave through your window, only to be stopped by your father.

“stop.” satoru turns around, with eyes like a puppy. “stay for the night, you can sleep here.” and your father walks off, with your mother following suit, after closing the for satoru, and telling him sweet dreams.

your parents knew how much you loved satoru, how happy he made you, no matter how much of a bad influence he was. they knew how much he brought light to your eyes, how you would rather disappear forever than be in a world without satoru, because he defined you, and a world without him was a world without you. no matter how much your father disapproved of the gojou boy, he knew that satoru was always going to be the one for you, in this life and the next.

satoru sniffles, looking around your room, how cold and empty it felt. even if it was full of memories and photos and posters that represented, the room was shallow, yet so spacious and deep, all because it lacked you. satoru looks at the polaroids of you and your friends taped above your desk, and notices a press dried flower besides it, with a label underneath that wrote “first date with satoru <3”, and satoru breaks all over again. you consumed him, yet you weren’t around, and that was the worst part.

and it’s at this point, satoru absolutely knows for sure, a world without you, is a world without him.

a/n: sorry, kinda bad but i was listening to nomad by clairo on repeat whilst listening to this i think i definitely cldve worded this whole thing better

©️ tora-ken 2024

[fireya-x]

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John Price x Reader

John comes home from a training mission with new recruits and desperately needs to feel to be back in control over something (hint: it’s you).

[3k words]

cw: mirror sex, dom/sub, masturbation, choking

You were lying in bed, book in hand, the television quietly playing in the background. The hum of the flat screen felt like a lullaby, but you were wide awake. Anticipating his return.

Then, you heard the front door open and close, followed by heavy footsteps towards your bedroom – a smile was playing on your lips, anticipation rising, because this could go many ways. You never knew what side of him you’d get after he returned from training missions, would it be the sweet, loving husband or the stern captain who he brought home every once in a while?

The door opened and a beam of light from the hallway landed on him, silhouetting his form against the darkness of the room. He paused at the doorway, and the soft light of the TV illuminated his features – the look he gave you, it sent chills down your spine. You knew then just what kind of day it had been. You wouldn’t want to be under his command on the field when he’d give you this look. 

But if it was meant for you, you knew you’d be in for a good time. 

“Get up.” John barked, the command echoing through the room. The warmth of the blanket vanished as your body jumped to your feet on autopilot. He didn’t have to tell you twice. You’d learned to listen to him, and you loved it.

“Strip.” The nightgown pooled around your feet, leaving your body exposed. The cool air caressing your breasts made you shiver.

“Those too.” He gestured toward your panties clinging to your hips. Your heart thudded against your ribs, anticipation building even further as you stepped out of them. 

“Good. Come here.”

He pulled you towards him, your naked body meeting his, still covered in training clothes. You stood with your back to him, the rough warmth of his thighs pressed against your bare ass. He directed you so you both faced the full-length mirror, and the silver reflected your naked form back at you. It also helped you to see his intense gaze that devoured every inch of you.

“Fuckin’ idiots don’t listen, almost got Riley shot ‘cause they’re so bloody careless.” John’s rough voice cut through your thoughts, sounding clearly annoyed.

You sighed. You knew, his anger wasn’t directed at you, but still, you felt the intensity of it.

“If they’d all just listen like you do,” he said, his hand on the nape of your neck, holding you tight. “Such an obedient pretty thing, aren’t ya?”

You nodded, the back of your head struggling against his grip. The scent of him, his dominant presence against your back, it all was so intoxicating.

“Can’t hear you,” he said, his hand moving to the front of your throat, tightening and threatening to cut off your breath. His voice was clearly showing the rough day he had, but you could also hear the desire deep within it. 

“Yes!” You choked out. “Just for you.”

“That’s right. And this is what you will do.” You watched him in the mirror, carefully, as his face got really close to your neck. Almost touching skin, but leaving enough space to make you tingle with anticipation. “Touch yourself. Look at me in the mirror while you do it,” he ordered. “Don’t you dare look anywhere else.”

With that one command, a wave of heat ran straight down to your core. You started slow, hesitant, at first. With both hands, you softly cupped both your breasts and squeezed, making sure to put on a show, and it earned you a low groan of approval. Then, with a single finger, you traced a line along your collarbone, along your breasts, down your ribs.

And you continued, moving lower, until your hand found its way between your legs.

His eyes never left yours and the feeling of being so exposed and vulnerable, it had your pulse quickening and left you breathless without much effort.

You slipped a finger between your folds, and you started to move it against your clit, feeling a pulse of need building. The anticipation turned into a hot, tingling ache. 

It was so easy to lose yourself. And for a split second, you did. The sensation of your touch was so intense, you breathed a moan and involuntarily closed your eyes.

“No.” His voice, thunderous and sharp, made you freeze. Your eyes shot open immediately, aware of your mistake.

“I said look at me,” he reminded you, a hand back around your throat, forcing you to meet his gaze in the mirror. The pain of his hand wasn’t unpleasant, just a reminder of who was in charge.

Again, you simply nodded against the force of his grip.

“I’ll let this one slide,” he said. “But if you don’t listen, I won’t let you come. I won’t fuck you. I’ll have to take care of this —” he moved your ass against him, shoving his groin forcefully against your back, so you could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against you. “All by myself. You wouldn’t want that, hm?”

“No, please,” you almost sounded pathetic. Begging. “I’ll behave.” 

“Good.” His hand left your throat, and he gave you a slow nod, as a command for you to continue. 

Your middle finger slid back between your folds, reaching your clit, feeling the tender knot of heat building. You moved it slowly, following the rhythm of his breath. It was so exhilarating, so exciting knowing that every single move, every touch was seen, judged and felt by him. You imagined him seeing your clit pulsating, red and swollen with arousal, and it made your entire body throb.

Your fingers explored further, and of course, you were already soaking wet. How could you not be?

One finger went as deep as you could reach, gently rubbing that sweet spot. The feeling almost made you close your eyes again, but you caught your faux pas just in time. You leaned back against his chest for leverage, and you almost wanted to beg him to fucking touch you. But you knew you weren’t in a position to make demands. His eyes watching you, with a satisfied smile on his lips, would have to be enough.

“Two fingers. Hm?” His breath was hot on your neck, and you obeyed without question. He hummed, the deep rumble a vibration you could feel in your core. “Mmm, yes, that’s it, sweetheart. Feel good for me.”

You could swear those blue eyes burned right through your soul. You could practically feel them boring through your skin, your bones, every fibre of your being.

“Thumb on your clit. Yes, like that.”

The way he was staring at you in the mirror, it was mesmerizing. Like he put a spell on you, or a curse - causing you to give up every sense of control over your own body, like a puppet on a string, he could do anything with you, and you wouldn’t mind. 

“Stop.”

You ceased moving any muscle altogether, eyes still focused solely on him and nothing else. You even held your breath, anticipating what he would say next.

“Show me how fuckin’ wet you are, love.” Soft fingers slid around your throat, holding your head as still as it could be. You slowly withdrew your fingers from your wetness, unsure what to do next. You just held your hand up, and a low whine escaped your lips as he caught your hand, a swift tug, and your fingers vanished into his mouth.

Like the sweetest popsicle, his tongue savoured each fingertip slowly. His gaze never wavered from your eyes for a moment. 

You weren’t sure if you had ever seen anything more intimate than this man moan around your fingers, of all things, but the way he devoured you and the essence of your arousal turned you on so badly you wanted to scream. You'd never felt anything like it. The raw, textured surface of his tongue, wrapping around each fingertip with such deliberate, almost possessive passion.

He grunted, a deep sound of satisfaction that blended with a soft, raw moan, before releasing your hand. “Perfect,” he rumbled. “But not enough. Come for me, love. Let me see it happen.”

Your fingers returned to your body at once, this time a rapid rhythm taking hold. The muscles in your legs tensed and in an instant, you felt that familiar feeling in your gut. But it wasn’t enough to send you over the edge.

Eyes still locked with his, you moaned, and a grin spread on his face. He leaned closer, beard scratching against your shoulder, and his soft lips left kisses up against your neck. 

“Faster, come on.” He whispered against your ear, eyes dark with lust, not leaving yours.

Your breathing hitched, your hand worked faster against your sensitive flesh. 

“Don’t want me to fuck you?” A hand settled on the back of your thigh, finger brushing lightly across your skin. His gaze was intense as he smirked. “Don’t want my fat cock —?”

“Please —” The word slipped from your lips almost unconsciously; a whimper, pleading, trying to express the need you felt so intensely.

“Please what?” He choked out a laugh and leaned closer. “I’m not doing anything, sweetheart.”

“Allow me to —” You tried to speak, but the words were lost in the whirlwind of sensation you were feeling.

He chuckled. He loved you like this, a submissive creature under his control. It wasn't about making you submit. You were already his. You were already giving him everything. 

You could’ve just let go, but no. Like he needed the control that night, you needed his permission. A finger delicately swiped a strand of hair behind your ear, and then you felt his hot breath against your skin again. “Come for me, love.”

Your breath caught, a strangled sound escaping your lips. Your hand moved with a desperate urgency, two fingers digging into your hole while your thumb relentlessly rubbed your clit, pulling your entire body towards the edge. 

The tension, the heat, the pleasure — it was too much. Your legs gave in, a gasp escaping your lips as a jolt of ecstasy shot through your core. You couldn't hold on, couldn't hold yourself up. Your knees buckled, and you fell forward, your entire body collapsing.

Before you could react, before you could brace yourself, your face met the soft carpet, the world spinning around you. There was no chance to catch yourself. Your hands had become useless. Your knees and cheeks scraped against the soft fabric, but you didn't even feel it. The only sensation, the only feeling, was the electric charge, a wave of relentless pleasure crashing through your body.

You were completely overwhelmed, caught in the aftershocks of the climax, unable to even register what had happened to your body. You’d lost all control.

John was close behind you. You felt a hand on your back, a gentle, almost comforting gesture that pulled you back slightly. "Bloody hell. Are you okay?" He sounded concerned. You could only manage a weak grin and a nod as the tremors ran through your body.

“I’ll continue, yeah?”

“Please,” you whispered, still breathless. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, and you felt his breath against the smooth skin of your backside. “I love seeing you like this.” 

Your blissful high totally blanked out the position you were in right now: face down, ass up, exposed for him to see. But strong hands were holding you exactly like that; and you didn’t dare move. 

He left a soft kiss on each of your cheeks, stubble scraping against skin. A beat of silence followed, and then the sound of his belt buckle clinking against the carpet echoed as his pants fell to the floor. His hands cupped you from behind, lifting your hips to bring your body closer to his as his hard, hot cock pushed into you with a force that knocked any remaining rational thought out of you, if there were any left at all.

“Oh!” You gasped, his length filling you up entirely, a deep thrust that sent a jolt of pain through you, that quickly morphed into pure pleasure.

“Fuck!” He roared, the sound of his pleasure matching your own.

His hands slid across your back, then slid down to grip your hips, pulling you closer against his thrusting hips, ensuring you felt every inch of his powerful movements.

He’d gone hard and fast to begin with, the thrusts deep and strong. You whined as each impact brought a rush of pleasure. 

Your nails dug into the carpet, unable to resist the force of his movement.

You could feel his need, the frustration of the day, the desperation to find release in every thrust of his hips. And it was exactly what you needed, too.

He shifted his weight, it didn’t seem to change much, but it was like the world shifted beneath you. He slightly lifted your waist further up, his strong grip pressing your face even harder against the carpet. The change in the angle made him hit all the right places, and that sensation combined with his rough hands against your skin was all you felt. 

The world was miles away.

“You’re such a perfect fit,” he growled. “Such a beautiful thing to fill up.”

You were a mess. A moaning, drooling, mess. All that mattered was him thrusting in and out of you, your world spinning, his body moulding with yours. All that mattered was him, his strength, and that delicious need he’d created inside of you. 

The noises leaving him were a tangle of feral grunts and moans, and all that remained was the pulse of your shared need to find release.

“I need — need to feel you,” he whispered, and it was more than a request, almost like a craving.

He leaned forward, hips keeping their rhythm, and a hand reached down between your legs. With a gentle touch he caressed your clit, and it was just like the way your body needed the added stimulation, he needed the response.

The sensation was explosive.

You came with a cry, even harder this time — your walls were clenching around him, and he groaned loudly in return. Your entire body vibrated, as if tearing you apart and putting you back together again. Your vision blurred, and your senses were overwhelmed, as if every nerve in your body had been ignited, like a firework, exploding into a million colours of pure bliss.

John made no move to slow down or to hold back. He was chasing after his own high, and it followed shortly after with a loud grunt. 

He pulled you up from the carpet to hold you flush against his body, one arm underneath your breasts and the other around your neck, while you felt every pulse of his cock deep inside you, his hot release spilling deep. You felt his hips contracting and twitching against your back, and his breath against your ear was ragged and uneven.

For a moment, there was nothing but the slow, pulsing rhythm of your joined breaths, his arms engulfing you, pulling you so close as if afraid to let go. He wouldn’t pull out, wouldn’t move. 

It was just you and him.

After a while, John gently turned you around and gathered your body against his. He let himself fall into the mattress, carefully cradling you against his chest, all while he was still buried deep inside you.

You held yourself above him, weight held on one elbow, your other hand slowly tracing across the muscles of his chest, caressing both fur and scars along the way. 

“What happened?” You whispered, voice still shaky from the aftermath.

He sighed. “Bloke shat himself seeing Simon with his mask during training. Almost would’ve shot him if Gaz hadn’t disarmed him quick enough.” He let a hand run up your back slowly. You laughed, leaning forward, resting your head against his chest, trying to imagine the scenario. “I’m tellin’ ya, training recruits is going to kill me faster than being out there, chasing terrorists.”

“Feeling better now?”

“I always feel better when I get home to you.” A hand moved through your hair, and with gentle pressure urged you to lean upward so he could kiss you. 

“Shower?” You whispered against his lips as he let you go a little, moving your hips to remind him that you had to clean up. He groaned in response and his strong arms pulled you closer, holding you in that intimate embrace. “Hmm. Sounds heavenly.”

“And then there are leftovers in the fridge. Your favourite.”

His eyes shot open, and his hips snapped forward with a single deliberate thrust, burying him deep inside you again. You gasped.

“Did I ever tell you that I love you?” He whispered against your lips.

“Not quite enough for my taste.” You teased and kissed him again. You shifted so you could stand up, instantly missing the feeling of him filling you. 

John made a sound that was a mix between a laugh and a groan, before swinging himself up as well. 

“Come on.” You said, holding your hand out to him. But he didn’t take it, instead, he picked you up into his arms and carried you to the bathroom, all while planting small kisses on your face, your hair, your shoulders — each one feeling like a brand to your skin.

His hands settled around your back, firm but not tight, a stark contrast to the way he held you earlier. 

It was a touch that was a claim and a caress at the same time, and it was that same duality that you loved about him. Rough tenderness; love disguised as a growl.

You weren’t sure you’d ever be able to get enough of it.

[heartfullofleeches]

You may not rest. There are monsters nearby.

Yandere Entity + Doomsday Prepper Reader

Gender Neutral Reader. Light horror elements. Reader has severe paranoia.

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It isn't safe up there anymore.

Even now. Sectioned off from the upper levels of your home in a coffin of your own making, you can still hear it. The scrapping. The whispers. Small instances you made the pitiful, careless error of mistaking as the odd creak of your bedroom door. Why hadn't you left when you had the chance? Your fears and doubts hounded you like a plague, yet - in earlier days - you willed yourself to believe the trick of sound was just that. Your sight was the only true you needed. If only you knew it was your very own two eyes that had deceived you from the start.

Precious hours, finances, and the pain of departure stranded you in this place. This was your house - your home. The safe zone you created to protect yourself from the world and everything in it that would ruin you. You were so caught up keeping every danger out, you knew bothered to check for ones that were already there - decades before you took your first breath. An ancient, rotting carcass; old as if not predating the foundation of the worn, but well kept house that felt like a steal at the time of purchase for the bring it was listed. It smells the decay from your flesh as you waste each day away afraid of the unknown and discovered the ideal candidate for its equal.

A mortal who frees the world that birthed it to the degree that you do is not meant for that reality in its eyes. You gave up everything to make their land a safe haven for yourself and now it is too late. Where else is safer for you than the arms of a being who would embrace what others consider a fault?

"Are you still down there, Y/n? Look, there's nothing here. I checked every nook and cranny of this place, but there's nothing to be afraid of besides that wasp's nest on your porch. Come on out, take a shower, and we'll get you something to eat- Sound like a plan?"

The blankets wrapped around your shivering body nearly suffocate you as you press them firmly against your face. Your close friend of several years. You would've believed it was them had they not kicked you out of their apartment after chunks of spoiled meat began appearing on their doorstep. It's trying to trick you again. It's done so before. Loved ones, figures of authority, even characters from shows you watched in the past - It won't stop at nothing until you open that basement door.

"Y/n? H-hey... It's me. We used to sit together and lunch sometimes? Your parents gave me your address, but when I got here I noticed your front door was open.. Are you okay in there? Are you even in there? Open the door so I know you're s- so I know you're alright."

The fatal flaw in its mimicry. That word - it makes the creature upset. In its eyes, you won't be safe until you submit and thus promising your safety while wearing a false face angers it. Its not like the high-school crush act would work on you anyway. You doubt it was a car accident that took their life, but the less you knew the better.

"It consumes. Swarms. Devours. The fears you let puppet your sweet flesh will tear away at your meat and leave nothing in its wake before any disaster takes you from this world. Allow us feast upon your pain. We will pluck it from your bones before there is nothing for it to cling onto. This house is your domain. Embrace it. Embrace us."

There is it. That....thing's real voice. The exhaustion latching onto every word matches the heavy weight of your eyelids as you fight to keep them awake. You know it can't get in, but you can't take the risk of falling asleep. You're tired. So very tired, but you can't rest now.

There's a monster nearby.

[latenightdaydreams]

König x Stalker!Reader Part 3 (fem) V2

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3.1

MDNI🔞

Master List✍🏽

>cw: fem/afab, stalking, p in v, oral

1.0k word count

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The cameras have been in place for the last few days. You’ve called off of work just to stay home and watch obsessively. The copy of his key sits by your bedside, tempting you daily. For some reason you can’t find the strength to sneak over and see him in person.

Tonight, you were coming home from the grocery store, your hands full of bags as you walk along the sidewalk approaching your street. You feel a finger slip across your palm, sending tingles throughout your whole body. As you turn your head to see who it was, the person slips the bags out of your hand.

“Hallo, Liebling.” König smiles down at you as he steps in front of you to grab the second handful of bags.

“H-hi König.” You stumble over your words not expecting to see him here.

König steps aside and continues to walk with you to your house, the two of you make small talk as you continue on. Your palm tingles from where he touched you. Now all you can think about is touching him again, all over.

König walks into your home with you, placing the bags on your counter as his eyes follow you. He catches you checking him out. You’re not very good at being sneaky and its absolutely adorable.

“Well, y/n, it was great to speak with you. I hope to see you again soon.” König smiles before leaving and going back home.

That night you sit on your bed watching König get ready to go to sleep. You’re wearing a black shirt and black leggings, watching and waiting for him to go to sleep. In your hand you’re fidgeting with the key to his front door. Tonight is the night.

An hour passes before you slip on your shoes and head across to his door. It was around 1am meaning the neighborhood was asleep. You’re able to unlock the front door and slip inside his apartment seamlessly. A wave of relief crashes over you as you successfully make it inside; locking the door again.

The familiar smell of his home is welcoming, you take a moment to take it in before walking forward. Your steps are light and careful, taking your time to look over his apartment since the last time you were here. In the corner, the fish tank is now gone making you wonder what happened.

Moving on, you continue through his house and approach his bedroom door that’s left ajar. You place your palm on the door, pushing it open slowly to avoid making any noise. There he is, sleeping soundly with the blankets pulled over his body. The moonlight helps illuminate the room as you approach.

Your fingertips graze across the soft fabric of his comforter, grasping the top and pulling them back expecting to see his messy blonde hair and drooling face. Instead, you see pillows. Just pillows. As you look down confused, you feel a hand grab you by the back of your neck and slam you down into the plush bed.

“I was wondering when you’d show up…” König’s other hand moves along the side of your body to enjoy your curves.

“H- how did you know I was coming?”

“Liebling, I’m always two steps ahead of you.”

König pulls down your leggings and underwear exposing your supple ass to him. He removes his hand from your neck and crouches down behind you using both hands to caress your ass. Finally, he has you here in his web, and he doesn’t plan on ever letting you go; but he’s sure you won’t mind.

A high-pitched moan leaves you as you feel König’s face press between your ass cheeks. He wiggles his tongue across your tight hole, breathing you in deeply as he gets to taste you. With a flat tongue, he licks between your legs; your pussy is already dripping wet and ready for him.

“Oh god—”

“No calling for god; only König.” He says before diving back in and devouring your sweet cunt.

König pulls away with his nose, lips, and chin glistening covered in your beautiful nectar. He stands behind you, dropping his boxers and kicking them off to the side. You feel his heavy cock slap on your ass before pressing against your virgin asshole slightly before slipping down to your entrance.

“Do you want me, Liebling?”

“König, I need you. Please.” You whimper pathetically.

“Good girl.”

König feels his breath catch as he feels how wet and tight you are for the first time. He sinks deeply inside of you, needing to feel you completely. A loud moan leaves him as his hand pulls your shirt up to look at your back. His hand travels down your back, lingering inside of you as he lets you adjust to him.

“I’ve waited so long for you, Liebling. So long.”

His hands wrap around your waist and hold you in place as he begins to roll his hips into you, slowly pulling out before slamming back into you. He drops his head back and closes his eyes to savor the moment before opening them and looking back down. The moonlight makes the way his cock looks like stretching your pussy more romantic.

You lay there with the largest smile on your face, completely lost in this moment of passion. His cock is fucking amazing, better than you could have expecting. If he wanted to chain you up and fuck you anytime he wanted, you’d live a happy life.

One of his legs sinks the bed next to you as he props it up. He slides a hand up your back, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling your head back. The most beautiful melodies of pleasure leave your lips as he thrust hungrily into you. Your tight velvety walls hug him perfectly; his wife, his pet.

“Who do you belong to?” His voice is a low growl.

“König! I belong to you!” You cry out as bursts of euphoria travel over your body.

König’s heavy balls slap against your clit as he loses himself in the moment, increasing his pace. In his mind all he can envision is you walking around with a round swollen belly. He will spend as much time as he has to pumping you full of seed until you’re pregnant with his child. Fucking you until you’re sore and can’t walk.