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HI GUYS đđđđ I haven't been active (when it comes to posting) but but but I finished moriarty the patriot and and and ahehabwuabwhahsuqhwuwwhwhwhw I love him sososo dearly I'm gonna go insane.... louis my beloved <33
#SCREAMS AND BASHES HEAD AGAINST WALL...LOUIS I LOVE YOU SO DEARLY IM KILLING MYSELF đđđđđđđđđđđđđđđ#GUYS....GRIPS YALLS SHOULDERS#GUYS đđđđđđđđđđ#i saw him and instantly knew i was gonna yume him but also its been 3 days since i started mtp and i already made so much art#anyways chat i am so in love with him#sobs#if only he had more screentime :((#đ louis j. moriarty#đ my art#self shipping#moriarty the patriot#self insert
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deadpool!
âŚ.as your boyfriend.
description: deadpool as your boyfriend!
pairing: deadpool x you!
contains: 18+, mentions of sex!
|an: just saw deadpool & wolverine.. couldnât help myself.
- awful with emotions but always finds a way to make up for things whether through humor or sex.
- speaking of humor youâre never not laughing with him, or bickering, or fucking
- youâre the only person he can actually feel vulnerable and comfortable with, he cherishes that and he loves you so much for that.
- youâre his person, he would genuinely kill for you if it meant he would lose someone so important in his life.
- if someone makes you sad, mad or uncomfortable oooâŚnot his babygirl.
- he usually doesnât keep people or friends in his loop often, they could find him annoying or over the top but not you.
- you love absolutely everything about him, his outlandish humor, his extroverted personality, his big olâ mouth. you think itâs so hot.
- so hot when heâs mean to you so hot when heâs soft with you
- you literally bicker like two teenage girls all the time and he always somehow clocks your tea itâs ridiculous but you also find it impressive that he always has something to say that you cannot come back fromđ
- god you need to pray that no man ever even has the thought of coming on to you⌠heâll experience some banter with your boyfriend before itâs lights out.
- not only are you his but heâs yours! heâs super loyal and if he canât get someone to back off , you sure will!
- youâre always having fun with him date nights are some of the best times of your life, he always finds a way to entertain you no matter what youâre doing.
- always gotta hand somewhere, your ass, a singular cheek, a titty, somewhere. how could you expect him not to! youâre all his.
- you literally have him wrapped around your finger, heâd do absolutely anything for you.
- also always bullying you he is so straightforwardđ
âhon that has got to be the ugliest shirt iâve ever seen on youâ
âwade-â
âi know you got better in that closet that i snoop through and try on all your clothes when you arenât home now go!â
- heâs so tall so if youâre short oh wowâŚyouâre never catching a break
âsoooo howâs the weather down there.â wade said, placing his elbow on the crown of your head.
âprickâŚâ
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âyeah thatâs enough of that dirty mouth!â your boyfriend had announced before bending down and wrapping an arm around your behind, throwing you over his shoulder and positioning his palm on your ass.
âgod, wade put me down!â youâd laughed playfully hitting his back.
âdonât make me have to spank you!â he said, lighting pinching your ass.
- do not get an animal bc it will quickly become his center of attention and he will defend it over you.
âwade, weâre having my mom over please put it in the roomâ
âughâŚsheâs so mean isnât she sugar?â heâd said stroking your pet, followed by a âyes she is yes she is!â as the animal licked his face.
sigh.
- good lord we got a cuddle monster on our hands!
- absolutely adores any type of affection and practically begs you for it 24/7. he loves being little spoon specifically. also loves it when u scratch or message his back, bc that also gets him going..
- speaking of, you got this guy rock solid 24/7
âhungry for seconds?â he joked, hugging you from behind and pressing his hardened cock against your ass.
âwe literally jus-â youâd started just to be interrupted mid sentence.
âso! cmon baby throw a dog a bone.â he muttered, hand already gripping your inner thigh.
youâd sighed, god you canât resist him.
- it doesnât matter what youâre doing he finds anything you do hot i stg
- a M-U-N-C-H! for life, literally came in his pants from eating you out once! he loves making you feel good.
- a goofball during sex he cannot do shit seriouslyđ he be talking you and your pussy thru it!
- again, if youâre petite god help you bc he is large.
- babe, you better match his freak because yall doing anything.
- trying a new thing every night multiple times bc that sex is never vanilla and that dick is never tired! at some point heâs just making positions upđ
#deadpool x reader#deadpool#wade wilson#deadpool and wolverine#ryan reynolds#deadpool x you#marvel#mcu#wade wilson x reader#wade wilson x you#deadpool headcanons
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You belong to me
Paring: upper ranks + Muzan x Fem!reader
Synopsis: In different pov's, their jealously turn them a bit crazy
Content: possessiveness, jealousy, hinted smut, choking, fave grabbing, slight blood play, demon reader in Akaza, Nakime and kokushibo's part, kidnapping on Douma and Muzan's part, escape attempt, Muzan grabs you by the neck like that one guy in 365 days lol, arranged marriage theme on Muzans part
A/n: yall know that song by the weeknd? had to write some possessive jealous shit based on that song with some demons! WHAAAA I NEVER WRITTEN SOMETHING LIKE THIS!!đĽ´might do one with the hashira nextđ¤
Akaza
Akaza is known to not like his fellow upper ranks. You've seen it first hand when Muzan allowed you to attend an upper rank meeting since you became a demon by Akaza. He hated them all with a passion. Especially the ones ranked above him. With this knowledge, what in the hell possessed you to give any of them your attention?
Not just any upper rank, either. Douma in particular. In your defense, once Douma starts speaking, it's hard to shoo him off, especially given that you're much weaker than Douma is, so you play along to keep your reputation on a good note. You simply smile and nod at his nonsense. You knew Akaza wasn't going to step in since he'd rather run in the sunlight than talk to Douma if you were on your own.
How wrong you thought you were. Once Muzan actually left, Douma become more bold. Asking you personal questions, standing to close and even about to hold your hand, but before you could answer, you heard the sounds of blood splatter on the floor. Your eyes widened at how quick Douma's arm was severed.
"Oh, come now, lord Akaza. I was just joking-" "Shut up for once." Akaza snarled at douma in pure disgust. You wanted to say something, but you felt your feet leave the ground. Akaza had grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder and walked away from Douma while holding you. It always amazed you just how fast he was, but you knew how mad he was. The anger was just raiding off Akaza.
Akaza made sure to be far away from the other upper ranks in the infinitely castle and walked into one of the many empty rooms. Akaza put you down, but then, he backed you up against the wall. You felt your back press flat with your hands on the wall as well, giving how close he was to you. "Lord Akaza, please don't read too much into it. Douma was just being an idiot. " You tried to explain, but Akaza wasn't having any of it.
Akaza raised his brow. "So you're defending him?" His voice rasped as he tilted his head to the side. "No.." Your tone softened and looked at Akaza, worried since that wasn't your intentions. "I don't think I've made myself clear enough if my actions haven't shown it already." Akaza said and brought his hand to your collar bone and rested it there for a moment.
"Demon's I hate don't get the right to talk to who belongs to me." Akaza's face comes closer to yours with his lips now inches away from yours. His hand moves from your collar bone, up to wrap around your throat. "And you entertain a demon like him. Even saying his name from these lips. His fucking, name" Akaza's jaw clenched, and his hand tightens kts grip on your throat.
"Aka..za" his name hitched in your throat. His grip was deadly. You could still breathe. However, Akaza's grip was firm. He wouldn't dare kill his precious demon. It was just a "light" punishment. However, he needed you to learn your lesson and to show your loyalty to him and him alone. "Say my name properly. Or is my strength too much for you to speak?" Akaza smirked.
"L-lord Akaza. Lord Akaza~" you say his mamw twice. The second time you say it, you let out a heavy gasp as akaza lossend his grip on your throat. "You belong to me. Understood?" Akaza asked, keeping that eye contact and tightening his hand around your throat if you dared to look away. You nod quickly, your eyes almost teary from the slight lack of oxygen, and you watch Akaza's lips curl into another smirk.
"Good girl." He chuckled and gave you a kiss.
Nakime
Your girlfriend, Nakime, had summoned you to the infinitely castle. It's her job to always summon the 12 kizuki at the request of Muzan. Naturally, you felt terrified but remained to have a calm once you were summoned. However, Muzan was nowhere to he seen. Just Nakime, sitting there, a level above, and you looked up at her in confusion.
"Pardon for speaking out of turn, but where is lord Muzan," you asked, assuming it was him who wanted to speak with you, but it turns out that wasn't the case. "It was I who summoned you." Nakime spoke, her tone a bit quiet yet blunt. You chuckled and cut the formal introduction since Muzan isn't here, and you can speak freely since it's just you and your girlfriend.
"You do know it's probably a bad idea to summon me since you're taking me away from my work. Search of the blue spider lily and all." You grinned at Nakime and palced your hand on your hip. "I was keeping an eye on you. One of upper 4's clones has gotten closer to you. Haven't he? " Nakima said. You detected slight irritation in her voice, mentioning one of Hantengu's clones, but instead of asking a question for a question, you always knew it was better to answer her first.
"Ah, Urogi, yes. I wouldn't say we are close. However, he's a fun demon to work with. He likes to have a bit of joy and humor on our search," you answered. It isn't abnormal for Nakime to use her blood demon art this way. Especially since she's on the lookout to find the ubuyashiki family in the demon slayer core. Still, you couldn't hide your smile knowing Nakime was most likely thinking about you and wanted to check in on you.
"I forbid you to speak to him. Your task is to look for the spider lily. Not entertain each other with humorous jokes and touching," Nakime said. Her words made your heart spot for a moment and knew exactly what she was talking about. Urogi has always been proud of his sharp talons and would often tease you with them, but on this mission, he wanted to take it up a notch and poked your cheek.
To you, it was a wholesome moment. Urogi was just teasing, nothing different he dosnt do to the others, but Nakima had to see that, and she was furious. Urogi only touched you once in a playful manner, and it was enough for her to use her blood demon art to summon her back to you in that very moment. "He was getting too close to you for my liking and being bold enough to do that. Especially bringing those filthy claws of his to touch my woman's pretty face."
During this entire time, her facial expression remained unchanged until now. You could see her lips form into a frown and even watched as her teeth clenched together in a snarl. She was jealous. "Urogi was just being playful. I wouldn't read too deep into it, love. Sekido is probably scoling Urogi right now for wasting time to focus on finding the blue spider lily." You reassure Nakima, but she wouldn't let it go.
"Come here." Nakime took her biwa off her lap and rested it gently beside her on the floor and motioned her finger for you to come sit in front of her. You did as Nakime asked and sat down in front of her. You wanted to explain further to find the right words to reassure Nakime, but before you could, her hand grabbed your face
You gasped. Your breathing became unsteady as you felt her firm grip, her four fingers on one cheek while the other had her thumb, or rather her nail, poking onto your skin. The same spot Urogi poked at. "I will not allow a man's to touch to linger on what belongs to me." Nakime's voice turned cold. "You belong to me." She said as her thumb nail pressed harder, breaking your skin until blood slowly pours out.
Your jaw opens, and you inhale a sharp breath with your eyes barely open as you feel the sting. You're a demon, so of course it'll heal, and Nakime didn't pierce too deep. It was her way of wanting to hear her words come out of your mouth. You kept your eyes on her and eventually spoke up. "I belong to you~" Your voice hitched as you felt nails nail pull away from your skin.
Nakime leaned in closer to lick the blood from your cheek and watched as your cut healed already. She kissed your cheek and then came closer to your ear and whispered, "That's right. You belong to me, beautiful." Nakime said. Her hand lets go of your face and then trails her sharp nails down your neck.
You shivered until her fingers reached your kimono, near your tits and Nakime smirked. "I should remind you of how a woman's touch feels. So you'll never let another man touch you again," Nakime said. You bit your lip softly, feeling the heat rise higher in your body and your thighs squeezing together more. "I want that," you said, and Nakime's smirk only grew.
"Open your thighs for me and lay back. I'll show you how good these fingers work other than playing a biwa"
Kokushibo
His brother has been dead for centuries. Yet his name still echos throughout history but never would kokushibo think that his brothers name, yoriichi, would leave your lips.
Although you're a demon now and have been for a while now, you could still recount memories you had during your times as a human, especially in the demon slayer core. It was basically a law for any of the 12 kizuki to never speak of Yoriichis' name, yet you just had to talk about him since gyokko was curious to know how humans thought of him.
"Yoriichi has sun breathing. That's the best way to describe why he's well known even after his death. He could kill any demon in seconds. It's quite impressive," you admit to gyokko, and he nods his head, humming in response. Kokushibo had already been looking for you, but he never interrupted any of your conversations when you had them. However, hearing Yoriichis' name from you alone set him off to act out.
He came from around the coner and stood behind you. "Do I think yoriichi could beat Kokushibo? Well maybe-" you said but then saw both of gyokko's mouths open as he looked behind you. Your brow raised in question, and you turned around to see what shook him so much, but now you realized. "Kokushibou hi" you smiled nervously at him.
"It was good talking to you, bye!!!" Gyokko hides inside his pot, probably in another one by now, so it was just kokushibo and you. "Listen, I was just- oh!" Kokushibou picked you up, and then you heard Nakime's biwa sound, transporting you back to his home. You knew you fucked up. You and gyokko tried to talk in secret, but now kokushibo was going to punish you, a demon for speaking about yoriichi but in his own way.
Kokushibo put you down, turning your body away from him to face the wall with your body pushed up against it. You grunted from the sudden pressure but gasped once your hair was pulled back to face kokushibo. The view was upside down, but you could see just how angry he was. "You know to refrain from using that name. Have you lost your mind?" Kokushibou said, his deep voice almost turning into a growl.
His hand had a fist full of your hair, and not only that, his lower half was just inches away from pressing up against you. "I know- I was just telling memories from my human life I didn't think it was a big deal-" "and you actually believe a person like him could defeat me. Do you really think that? Dose his name interest you so much that you've forgotten just who's wife you belong to?" Kokushibou said.
You had a confused look on your face. Is he seriously jealous at the mention of his brother's name from his lover? You knew kokushibo was jealous, but you didn't expect him to be this possessive. "I'm sorry~" This is all you could mutter out. "Do not. Ever say that name. Again." Kokushibou crouches down to your ear, speaking slow for his words to be understood.
You mewl softly, biting your lip as you nod quickly, understand his words. "My name should be the only name said from those lips." Kokushibou now brought his other hand up to your chin and holding it while his other hand is still gripping your hair. Your back arches just a bit more once you felt Kokushibou press himself up against your ass.
He let out a heavy breath with a deep moan mixed in. "Having your jaw broken for speaking his name is the normal punishment from lord Muzan, since you're a demon and it'd grow back." Kokushibou grinds himself against, letting go of your hair and placing his hand on your tit.
"However, I have my own punishment. Just for you." Kokushibo's breaths become heavy, feeling himself get into heat, and he whispered in your ear.
"A punishment where you'll never remember to say his name and only mine. You belong to me, my pretty demon~"
Douma
His "church" wasn't a church at all. You made the dumbest mistake to have even joined this religious cult. Your "savor", the one who saved you that day from eating eaten like an animal from a group of demons and showing you such kindness was just a cover-up for his true identity, which was a man-eating demon and not just any demon, the 2nd highest rank in 12 strong demons led by an even more powerful demon. The realization sunk in, and you made an ever worse choice than the first one.
You wanted to escape. You wanted out. You thought you planned your escape for a week, asking around what Douma's schedule was like so you knew the perfect days on when to leave, but that back fired on you. When you noticed nobody outside the temple, keeping guard and, of course, no sight of douma, you made a run for it.
You felt relieved. No one was there to stop you until a dark figure appeared from the shadows and snatched you up like you weighed nothing. "I caught you! You sure ran fast. Are you sure you weren't a demon slayer before you came to my temple?" Douma said, smiling from ear to ear.
You tried to catch your breath from running up, but your breath quickly turned into a panic. Douma frowned for a moment, "Oh you poor thing. Don't be scared. We'll get you back to the temple so you can rest for the night," Douma said. With such fake empathy in his tone, it almost sounded sarcastic.
Douma continues to hold your body off the ground in a bear like hug. His muscles flexed to hold you firmly so you couldn't escape. However, looking at Douma more closely, you noticed changes about him. His teeth looked more like fangs. His body against yours felt so cold, almost like he was dead and worst of all. He had "upper 2" written in his eyes. Was this a demon's technique? How was he able to hide these features on him so well around his cult members.
"I don't want to go back!" Your voice trembled. You tried to speak soft, but the panic got to you. Douma only just smiled, speaking in his cheerful voice. "If you're worried about being eaten alive, don't worry, you aren't my type of woman to eat, but you are my type of woman to be around. So I will be keeping you since you asked for my help to save you from those demons that day, so it only makes sense for us to stay together." Douma chuckled.
"What??" You sighed, looking at Douma with worry, fear, and confusion. "I don't belong to you, so let me go!" You hit Douma, but you knew your strengths was no where near compared to his. Douma places his hand on the back of your head, making your rest your chin on his shoulder while he embraces you more and nuzzling his face to your neck, taking in your scent.
"You still don't get it y/n? You're mine. I'm going to keep you until your time as a human is up." Douma said, throwing you over his shoulder and began to walk back to the temple.
"You belong to me and me alone~"
Muzan
2 years had passed since you were kidnapping, and you were finally back and safe with your family. Although your kidnapper, known as the most powerful demon, kidnapped you was bad, he could've been a lot worse. So you like to think of it that way. He could dispose of you at any moment, even when you couldn't help him find the blue spider lily, but he didn't.
You're family for owning a flower company, educated on flowers even so that's the main reason why Muzan took you but he let you go when you were of no use to him anymore. The bond you had with Muzan wasn't always about his work. There was soft intimate moments between you two but you knew not to get your hopes up since in the end, your knowledge wasn't all that useful and he let you leave, putting his work before you.
Your life continued to move forward, and eventually, you had an arranged marriage. A soon to be husband for you. He wasn't bad. He did promise to treat you right, give you his money and etc but deep down, you knew you couldn't love this man but went along with it for the benefits and your familes sake.
The wedding took place during the night. Your in-laws thought it would be a great idea to see how lovely your wedding dress would look in the moonlight. You asked to be alone in the fitting room, and you turned off the lights. Despite being human, you've gown accustomed to the dark and toy opened the window, feeling the night's breeze. Your hands slide down your sides to your hips, and you smile at yourself in the mirror, seeing just how gorgeous you look.
"You look stunning, my dear. They were right. The way the moonlight shines on that beautiful dress is just Devine," a deep familiar voice said. You gasped and turned your head to the window and saw Muzan, sitting in the edge and watching his glowing red eyes trace every inch of your body and even smirking at how the dress hugs your hips and holds up your tits perfect.
"Why are you... h-how did you find me?" You stepped back. Muzan came into your fitting room further and made his way towards you. Your body froze, but your eyes softened once you felt his hand on your cheek. His hand was so cold. "Do you think I'd let just anyone actually go?" Muzan bluntly said. That line alone confirmed your thoughts from a year ago. You weren't actually free, and like you predicted, Muzan would come back to you. However, it wouldn't be for the reason you think.
"I don't have any more knowledge on the spider lily. Even after you let me go, I couldn't find it." You explained to Muzan, but he only grinned. "I have upper ranks to do the job much better and faster than you," He said. His words cut a bit deep since you used as much energy as you could've helped him before. "But you can be useful to me in... other ways," Muzan said as his eyes gestured to your body and then looked back at your face.
It's like the old feelings came rushing back. In your own sick way, you missed this man. Muzan is the worst, curel and dangerous man-eating demon you could've ever met. Yet you knew leaving with him was a choice you had to make now. Your mind snaps out of it once you head a knock at the door. You and Muzan look at the door and hear a woman's voice on the other side.
"Um, y/n? Are you almost done?" One of your maid of honors asked through the door. "Yes, im-" you paused. Your eyes look down to see Muzan's hand slide on your hip and even slide his hand down lower, just like how he used to, but you stopped him. "I'll be right out. Just give me a minute," you say in a worry, and then look at Muzan, his lips inches away from yours, and you spoke quietly.
"You can come by tomorrow night, and we'll talk about this. You came at such an odd time. " You rolled your eyes halfway, trying not to let all these emotions cloud you. You turned around, but the second you did, Muzan had grabbed the back of your neck, making you gasp as he pulled you back to face him. "Mm.." Muzan brought you into a heated kiss, making you stumble back and sit in the mini table in your changing room.
"Y/n!?" Your maid of honor placed her ear on the door after hearing a thund sound. "If you think for a moment I'd let you have some random mam in bed with you, then you're more stupid than I thought," Muzan said as his jaw tensed. You pant as you feel his fingers press into your neck and you placed your hands on his chest for some kind of support.
"You belong to me, and I'm taking you back. The connection we share won't ever disappear, so don't think for a second it will," Muzan said, pulling you into another kiss. This time, you kissed him back. His words may not have been the sweetest, but you understood them. He wanted you, and you wanted him. He pulled away once he heard hard banging on the door.
"Let's go," you said, lifting up your dress, not hesitating for a moment about leaving. Muzan had picked you up, and you heard a biwa sound, transporting you to Muzan's room in an instant. Muzan, put you down. His hands made their way to your body, with one hand on your ass and the other playing with the zipper on your wedding dress.
He smirked at you, letting out a dark chuckle. "Now. Won't you let me give you that wedding night you deserve to have"
#demon slayer smut#kny smut#demon slayer fanfic#demon slayer x reader#kny x reader#muzan x reader#muzan smut#akaza x reader#akaza smut#douma x reader#douma smut#kokushibo smut#kokushibo x reader#nakime smut#nakime x reader
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I'm your only situationship.
A/N : yall i stayed up til 324 am writing this. I felt like if i went to bed still only having it as a thought and not on 'paper' thats unacceptable. If i gotta think about this then so do yall! it was also supposed to be a small one shot but it got wildly out of hand im not sorry.
18+ MDNI
TW: typical smut, EXPLICIT mmkay im talkin clutch ur pearls explicit.
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Simon had finally come home from a grueling 6-month mission. All he wanted was some Kentucky bourbon with you at your favorite seedy bar.Â
Once he was home, Simon cleaned up, put on a black clinical mask, and sent a text to you to meet him there. As he finished his first glass of the night, a rather attractive young woman approached him, asking if she could buy him a drink.Â
âIsnât it supposed to be the other way around, lovie?â
âNot at all. This is after all the 21st century. Iâm simply askingâ wouldnât want any missus at home getting upset.â
âThereâs no one at home for me, lass.â
âWell then, how about you get yourself another glass, my treat, and weâll see where this night takes us?âÂ
He slightly nodded âheâd never say no to a free drinkâ and as she left to order a drink, he took his phone out to text you again.
âCâmon, pet. Iâll cover the tab. Too good fâme, now?â
His phone vibrated a minute later.
âI canât today, Si.â
âWhy not? I know you donât go out on Sundays.â
As the young woman came back, drinks in hand, he lifted the screen to read your response.
âIâve got a dick appointment~ Itâs been a year and then some and Iâm gonna claw at my walls if I donât get a fix ASAP.â
Simon goes tenseâ soft blues hardening to a silver and heâs gripping his phone so hard it might crack. He pulls up your contact and calls you within seconds.
âHiya, Si!âÂ
âWhat the fuck is a dick appointment?â
âOh,â you giggle. âI forget you older folk donât know âbout that. Itâs just a one-night fling. No commitments or nothin'.â Exactly what I need right now.â You donât tell him that the reason youâve practically regrown your hymen is that when youâre best friends with Simon, every other male in existence pales in comparison.Â
âAnyway Si-, heâs getting here in like an hour-â
âNo.â And hangs up.Â
The young woman whoâs casually rubbing his bicep and shoulder gets practically flung off of him, as he gets up off the bar stool so fast itâs falling back with a loud clang, and heâs yanking his leather jacket on and pulling on his leather gloves so hard theyâre about to become fingerlessâ
âHey! I thought you didnât have a girlfriend?!â
One gloved hand gripping the front door, he turns his head slightly to her and says, âPet, with how good Iâm gonna fuck her, she wonât even have to ask to know sheâs mine.â
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Youâre standing in the bathroom with your liquid eyeliner in one hand and phone in the other, staring at the ended call screen. âWeird,â you think, then shrug and put the phone down. âMaybe the call got dropped.â
You finally complete the look with your false lashes when thereâs a very hard knock on your door. You frown as you look at your phone screen. â7:14 pmâ. You know the guy said at 8 and youâre in one of Simonâs big shirts he always forgets and your hair is still tied up in an oversized pink and white polka dot scrunchieâ The pink leopard print booty shorts youâve got on will suffice.Â
The second time thereâs a knock itâs even louder.Â
âJesus Christ, Iâm coming!âÂ
You open the door and say, âIâm sorry I took so long, Iââ
Simon flies past you, with a rough shoulder bump and you turn to look at him and heâs almost sprinting to the bedroom, slamming the door openâ
âSimon, what the fuck? Whatâre you doinââ
âWhere is he?â, he snarls.
âWho?! Are you talking about my date? Heâs not getting here til 8! And whyâre you slamming doors in my apartment like you pay my rent?!â
You see Simon deflate immediately at the important part of your answer and chooses to ignore the rest as he takes off his jacket and walks to your hall closet to hang it. Closing your door and locking it, you growl out,
âYou need to leave. I havenât even finished getting ready. I promise Iâllââ
âNo, pet.â
âWill you quit interrupting me! Simon, I swearââ
âPet.âÂ
Youâre holding a scream behind your teeth, about to rip the hair out of your scalp when you see Simon take one loop of his mask off from around his ear and then the other. You gape. Youâve seen Simon without his maskâ that isnât the reason you can no longer find your voice. Itâs the way he put his gloved middle finger in between his teeth and pulled it off so sensually. You can feel your cheeks and ears radiate heat from just seeing the tip of his pink tongue. Christ, youâre down horrendously.
You open your mouth to say something, anything, to distract yourself from the fact that youâre getting wet over an interaction so chaste when Simon is touching your ass, giving it a hard squeeze, before moving down to the back of your thighs and lifting you up. You startle at the movement and throw your arms around his neck out of habit, hoping he wonât drop you in the move to your bedroom.
He presses you against the wall with his hips, then grabs both of your ankles from behind his lower back and hooks the back of your knees over his forearms. Simon noses your jaw and starts grinding his clothed erection deliciously hard over the definitely wet spot on your shorts and growls out,Â
âIf you think,â grind âthat Iâm gonna allow My,â grind âGirl,â grindâand you whimper in his ear, âget fucked by some little cock two pump chump,â he gives a forced chuckle, âyou must be daft, pet. Or maybe youâre doing it on purpose, eh? Trying to get my attention? Well, youâve got it now. âÂ
He moves his face to hover his lips over yoursâ you can lightly smell the bourbon he drank earlierâ and he whispers, âYou ever like this and Iâm around, you come to me. And if Iâm away, you wait for me like a good girl and when I come back Iâll give this,â he taps your pussy over your shorts, âgreedy little cunt all the cock it can take.â
With a shaky breath, you nod before he kisses you, his bourbon-flavored tongue curling against yours, and youâre moaning into it because youâve wanted this for too long and heâs finally touching you. Curling your fingers into his ash-brown hair, you move your mouth to his neck, to the right of his adamâs apple, took a bit of skin between your teeth and sucked.Â
Simon hisses, dips his fingertips into your flesh hard enough to bruise, and all but yanks you off the wall to toss you onto your bed.Â
You yelp as you bounce from the force of his throwâ youâre still bouncing on the bed when Simon grabs the waistband of your shorts and knickers to pull right off, which youâre grateful for because the grey knickers you got on arenât what anyone would wear for a first, second nor third impression.
Simon grabs both of the back of your knees with one hand, goddamn bear paws, you think, before you feel his tongue in between your lipsâ so warm and wet and fuck, you needed this, needed himâ and he flicks his tongue up and down on your clit. He sticks his long middle finger into you and it goes in without resistance, youâre slippery, drooling over his wrist and finger thatâs curled up into the rough patch of nerves against your gummy walls, that heâs pressing into, over and over. God youâre about to come, your legs shake in his one-handed hold and youâve got a white knuckle grip on the forearm youâre sinking your nails intoâ
Simon pulls away. You were so close, your eyes start watering because he canât possibly be this mean to you but then you see him shove his tongue in between his middle and ring finger, eating up your nectar when he says, âThe first time Iâm gonna make you come, itâll be on my cock. I want to see the frothy white cream you're gonna leave at the base.âÂ
Youâre nodding hysterically at this point, anything for him to make you come, anything for him. With a twirl of his index, heâs telling you to get on all fours. Scrambling, you turn over and arch your backâ resting your head on your forearmsâ and you feel his calloused palms run down from your spine to your ass cheeks before he gives it a spank.Â
âYou have a condom?âÂ
You shake your head and you mewl out, âNo, but Iâm clean.â
âGood. I donât want anything between us.â
You arch your back further, pressing your ass further into his hips when you hear his belt buckle clank and zipper open. Simon brings his palm to your other cheek, reddening it.Â
âFuckinâ hell, pet. Look at you spread out for me.âÂ
You feel warm velvet over steel over your slit before he slowly pushes inside, not all the way but about a little over half of his length, remembering that your g-spot is a little closer to the front. Fast, relatively shallow thrusts hitting your spot with almost clinical precision have you reeling, your orgasm about to break you, mind and body. Hands tightening painfully, you shatterâ loud, high-pitched whines, ringing in your ears and pussy pulsing around Simonâs thick girthâ and god, Simon doesnât stop thrusting. He keeps the same smooth rhythm and youâd think heâs unaffected by the tight vice your pussy has him inâ but you hear him, low, deep groans and a tighter grip on your hips telling you otherwise.Â
He pulls out to bend over your back, completely covering it, and he murmurs in your ear, âI hope you didnât think we were done. My girl wanted a fuckinâ, now sheâs gonna get it.âÂ
He takes off your pink, silly scrunchy and you see it around his tattooed wrist before he grabs your hair into a makeshift ponytail and is leaning back up and forcing your back to arch under his pull. You feel his leg at the height of your hipsâ propped up, foot flat on the bed and knee bent and the other straight on the floor and all you can think of is how this man is gonna kill you with his cock.Â
Simon snaps his hips forward, fist full of hair pulling back, stretching and filling in one strong thrust, bottoming out. He gives you no reprieve, no time to get used to how fucking deep he is, and sets an intense, firm pace that has you feeling a pinch below the navel every time his hip bones slap against your ass, balls to the clit and you love it. Every pinch in your lower belly has your pussy making a squelching sound and you canât help yourselfâ you reach underneath your body to feel how split open you are with two fingers, encasing his cock and feeling the skin drag with them as he pulls out.
That has him hissing air between his teeth, heâs about to come but doesn't want it to be over so he pulls out, and opens your cheeks to spit in your furled hole, before pressing in with the pad of his thumb, and youâre almost screaming. He moves back a bit further to spit in your pussy, not that you need it�� youâre drenching the sheets underneath youâ and now heâs spearing you with his tongue before curling it, getting your juices pooled on it before coming back up, lips smacking, and he grabs your hair in his ponytail and now he uses his other hand to curls his fingers and palm over the front of your throat and that's all it takes for your vision to darken and arms go limp but heâs again, fucking you through your orgasm and this time you leave a creamy white ring at the base of his length.Â
âOh, fuckin hell.â He groans out and it sounds desperate and you know heâs close.
âCome in me, Simon. Please fill me up, I promise Iâll keep it all in.â
He gives a strained chuckle and says, âPet, I can barely pull out of a driveway much less this tight little cunt.â He squeezes your throat hard, strands of hair popping out of your scalp and his cock feels massive, the pinch in your stomach feels like a cramp from how deep he is and he lets out a low drawn out moan that lasts 3 thrustsâ and then thereâs warmth filling you up, so much so it leaks from the sides of where you two are connected. Simon lets go of your hair and you fall face-first onto the bed, exhausted. Defeated. Back properly broken. You officially know what itâs like to get fucked within an inch of your life and you love it.Â
He pulls out slowly, with a hiss from both of you and with one hand on your left cheek, he spreads you to look at your stuffed hole.
âFuck. I love seeing me drip out of you.âÂ
Youâre about to tell him to sod off when the doorbell rings and the both of you stiffen and lock eyes. With a mean snarl, Simon grabs a towel from your bathroom and his mask before stomping his way to answer the door, pink obnoxious scrunchy still on his wrist.
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pretty | matt sturniolo
contents: established relationship; handjob (m receiving); praising; use of ây/nâ; sub!matt
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notes: i woke up insanely horny and ive been thinking about matt all week and how much i want to take care of him, praise him, give all the love and care he needs :( itâs a really short one but i hope you enjoy - not proofread as usual, also i made a pinned post so yall might wanna check it out âĄ
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ây/nâ i heard matt calling, snapping me out of my thoughts. we were laying down on the couch, my head resting on his shoulder as we scrolled mindlessly on our phones âdo you think iâm pretty?â
âwhat?â i said, completely caught off guard. âwhat do you mean matt?â
âlike⌠i know iâm not the funniest or smartest guy but i always thought i was good lookingâ he started, locking his phone screen and tossing it away âbut you know what iâm talking about, you saw it didnât you?â
of course i did - and he was right being beyond pissed by it.
âbabe, you are the funniest and the smartest guy i knowâ i moved myself, now being able to fully face him as i cupped his cheeks, a pout appearing on mattâs lips. âyouâre also the toughestâ i said, kissing him playfully as he giggled.
âthe strongestâŚâ i whispered in his ear, my fingertips traveling through his neck âthe hottestâ i couldnât help but kissing his jaw as i said it, his growing beard tickling my skin. âyouâre the most handsome, babeâ
âyou want me to show how pretty you are?â i finally stopped the kisses, my left hand pressing on his tummy under the white shirt he was wearing. my digits kept on running down mattâs body, caressing every inch of skin i could get.
âyou donât have toâ he smiled, putting a strand of hair behind my ear and fixing the mess my hair was after spending the whole night against the couch. âdonât be sillyâ
âiâm not!â i frowned my eyebrows and widened my eyes, staring at him before landing by his waistband, tent starting to show on his pants.
âand i dont think this guy think itâs silly, does he?â i joked about how sensitive matt was, getting worked up from the slightest praise. he rolled his eyes, pretending not to notice.
âshall we take this off?â i asked, tugging the cloth away. mattâs attitude broke down in a second, nodding eagerly as he lift his hips, allowing me to pull his pants down. with his half-hard cock exposed, i then touched the hem of his shirt, silently asking for permission.
matt quickly understood and removed his last piece of clothing, totally naked. i smiled before kissing him, mattâs embarrassment completely washing away and being replaced by desperation. his palms met my covered breasts, massaging it before i pulled away from the kiss, my lips focused on marking his neck. i could hear mattâs breathing getting heavier, grip on my boobs getting stronger.
âyes, good boyâ i cooed, receiving a muffled groan in response. âhuh? what is it baby, you like being my good boy?â
ây-yeah, fuckâ matt said, covering his eyes with his forearm, once again getting shy. i gently removed it, making him look at me in the eyes.
âlook at this, how pretty you are, hm?â i said, now staring at his full hard-on, mattâs dick almost slapping on his belly âi love your tattoos, have i told you that?â i tried to distract him while my hand brushed over his cock, barely touching it. âmakes you look even tougherâ
âiâm not tough- ah!â he whined as i cupped his balls, slightly caressing them.
âi can tell, babeâ i giggled, âcan i?â
âpleaseâ he begged, puppy eyes watering âtouch me, pleaseâ
âhow can you say youâre not pretty? i want you to keep looking, babe. be a good boy for me alright?â i commanded, my fingers wrapping around mattâs length, slowly starting to pump him. âlook at your cock, i cant barely close my fist, youâre so bigâ i kissed his collarbones as i praised him, making sure he kept his eyes on my hand jerking him off. matt twitched inside my fist, holding his hips from bucking forward.
âlove that huge cock inside of me matt, you stretch me so wellâ i moved thumb to his tip, pre-cum leaking from his slit as i circled it. âoh, youâre already leaking?â i said, seeing how wet he was just from me fastening my pace.
âshit y/n iâm sorry i-â i shushed him, âshhh, i donât wanna hear anything other than your moansâ. matt gave up on trying to hold his sounds, lower lip finally getting a break after being bitten for the last ten minutes. his free hand went to my thigh, nails digging strong into my skin. his whines turned to whimpers, spasms taking over his body.
âwhat is it babe? wanna cum?â i asked, âi will only let you if you repeat what i sayâ he turned his head aside, looking at me eagerly. âiâm prettyâ.
ây/n⌠câmon, f-fuckâ matt rolled his eyes, embarrassment preventing him to speak out loud. i gradually stopped the movements with my hand - matt knew he had to say it if he wanted to cum. âi-im⌠prettyâ
âiâm so strongâ i started pumping him once again, tightening my grip around his length.
âiâm so strongâ matt repeated, not so shy anymore. âwhat else are you baby?â
âiâm⌠handsomeâ it sounded like a question, as if he wanted me to reassure he was right. âand iâm⌠a good boyâ.
âyes, yes you are, sweetieâ i cooed, knowing his aching cock wasnât gonna let him form any other sentences. âgonna cum for me?â
âcan i? please?â i clenched my eyes, letting him speak. âplease c-cum for you, need it so badâ. i nodded and heard his whimpers as he finally relaxed his body, white ropes of cum from his release covering my fist and his lower belly, mattâs chest rising as he panted heavily. i finally got back to my former position, head resting on his shoulder as matt came back to his senses and i kept on praising him on how good he was.
âyou did so good for meâ
âthank youâ matt said under his breath, a smiling finally appearing on his blushed face. âam i really everything you said? even the funniest?â he giggled, soon hovering his arm over my shoulder, grabbing me on a hug as i made myself comfortable in his embrace.
âyes you are, matthew!âďżź i rolled my eyes before giving in and laughing with him, relieved that the only thing my boy needed was a reminder on how pretty he was.
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Ok so like yk how Chris always slaps Mattâs or Nicks ass well what abt they are like live on instagram or sum and he kinda just forgets and slaps the reader ass yk and he doesnât realized u til Nick or Matt say something and so they is like edits on tt and yea ďżź
â public, c. sturniolo
chris x fem!reader
summary: what the request says :)
disclaimers!: established relationship, ass slapping, flirting, cursing, use of y/n, very short
a/n: i love when yall send requests and start it with âbabeâ like ⌠what r we đ??
âwhereâs matt? probably sleeping or something.â chris responds to a comment. nick sits back down next to him, handing him a pepsi can.
âbut yeah guys, weâre back home in LA. and we just wanted to come on here and say hello for a bit.â nick smiles into the camera.
i walk into the kitchen, and open the fridge, unaware that iâm in camera view. ây/n, come say hey to the live.â nick smiles.
i walk over, a gallon of orange juice in hand. âhey guys.â
the chat starts going insane, and i slowly start to step away. chris grips the tee im wearing (which was his), and pulls me back. he manspreads, and i glance at the phone. chris shrugs, and i give him a look.
âwanna sit and talk to them, y/n? i can move seats.â nick suggests. i shake my head, and walk back behind the island. chris stands, and walks over to me.
all you could see in the background of the live was chris towering over me.
âwhy didnât you sit?â
i glare at him. âyou guys are on live, chris.â he shrugs. i cross my arms. âi thought we werenât going public.â
âso friends canât sit on other friends laps?â he smiles, and leans closer toward me. âchris.â his smile widens when he hears me say his name. âchristopher.â
âcall me that again.â
i laugh. âyouâre unbelievable.â i begin to walk away, still in view of the live camera. i hear chris chuckle underneath his breath, and next a slap to my ass cheek.
i stop in my tracks, and turn around trying to contain my myself while i look at chris. nick had turned around, and his mouth gaped open.
âyall are fucking ridiculous.â
nick turns back toward the phone. âum⌠on that note, i think weâre gonna get off. i love you guys! bye!â he says.
nick picks up his phone, and walks over to us. âchris, youâre fucking insane. are you actually mental?â
i stand next to him, and look at chris. âTHANK YOU!!â chris rolls his eyes, and i walk out of the kitchen, turning down the stairwell to chrisâs room.
i hear footsteps behind me, already knowing who it was.
âwhat the hell was that chris?â i ask in a genuinely confused tone. he tugs on his bottom lip with his teeth.
âi thought it would be funny, sorry.â
âyouâre the one who said you didnât want to go public yet because of how hard it would be to have a girlfriend, then you do this shit?â
i sit on the edge of his bed. chris slumps down beside me, and leans his head onto my shoulder. âim sorry.â
i sigh. âits fine.â
chris pulls his phone out, and sees a text from nick.
âlook what you did dumbass.â the text read. i giggle at the message, as chris slides it to the side, opening it.
it was a tiktok video of a screen recording from the live, and the clip was of chris slapping my butt. my eyes widen.
âshit, theyâre fast.â
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okay bluecollar!rafe but yall. can we make it MARINE!RAFE?? or more specifically MARSOC!rafe* who works for ward at cameron construction co. on leave?? like hello i need him bad guys.
cw: MDNI smut, cursing, stuff in public, food play, cum eating, military stuff, ass play, manhandling, 1 mention of fighting, recording
*marsoc: Marine Forces Special Operations Command - basically what COD men do
like he starts off as a standard private officer after enlisting when you guys graduate high school. he works his way up from private to corporal to sergeant major, and then eventually to captain, colonel, then general. i mean hes fucking unstoppable, hes blowing thru these ranks like nobodys fuckin business, and he not stopping anytime soon baby he in his primeeee.
he moves on to MARSOC and leads a small team on SPEC-OP missions in like borneo. hes literally the best of the best. his full file is like 4 pounds, full of successful recon missions, confirmed kills, successful captures of enemy targets, accurate tracking efforts, successful counterterrorism efforts, successful hostage rescue and successful direct action raids. when theres a REAL threat? they call LT Cameron. callsign? RAIDER
NOW. when baby comes home on leave he works at the family construction company ward owns, building giant beach houses for rich kooks. he eventually inherits cameron construction when ward gets too old to work and he helps ward retire bcs of the cash from being the most elite soldier in the US military. bae is tannnn bcs of construction work ofc, but also since being in the military he likes to go on runs and be in nature to clear his head. and yall alr know hes yatteddddd, both sleeves done by his boy at home on the cut, who happens to be a very talented tattoo artist (barry...)
strictly keeps a buzz for deployment but will grow out a mullet when hes home. signature gold chain is always on, and has a tat on his ring finger for you and maybe one on his forearm. does he have both ears pierced with fake diamond studs in? yes.
is currently in the blueprint stage for a beach house he wants to build you on figure 8 (and one in florida... and will probably start planning another one if he ends up having a long ship-out next deployment) even tho he despises rich fucks and is suchhhh a country boy. i mean hes like pogue!rafe but hes more of a mudding, dirt biking, bonfire, shotgunning beer, lifted truck, bar hop, football game kind of guy. and the most elite soldier in the US military ofc.
takes you on stargazing dates and fucks you in the truck bed, a big beach towel set down and his head in your neck while he ruts into you short and fast. occasionally gets into bar fights when some dick is tryna say sum to u. is such an ass man and will smack and grope that shit wheneverrrr whereverrrr - has zoned out of convos with people while feelin HIS booty up + loves to grip your pussy with his big ass paw when no one is looking.
has a super firm grip due to years of being a marine and WILL manhandle ur ass around - into various positions, onto the bed or couch or counter or etc., up over his shoulder when you gettin on his nerves. gets actually animalistic when yall fuckin, and yk that boy a munch. growls and grunts sooo loud the whole time.
will take you to the dock and fuck you on the family fishing boat. will christen any new bar yall go to by fucking you in the gross bathroom and carving both your initials in the wall with his pocket knife that ward gave him when he was 15. is kinky af but lets u bring it up bcs he feels awkward talking about it. is sooooo nasty - will eat his cum out of you with his whole mouth, eyes locked on yours, sucking your lips into his mouth. then, when itâs not enough, he drags you up to sit on his face and rubs your clit, watching you clench and letting his cum drip from you right onto his tongue.
will stick a thumb in your ass during doggy, while reaching for his phone bcs the way u throwin that ass back on him? yall bout to make another movie. loves watching you clean him up after round 5, when his dick is covered in his and your cum - will not let you miss a spot, even where it dripped down over his hefty balls to his ass. and he rarely shaves - uncut.
if itâs a hot day, heâll turn the ac off and find you so he can lick the sweat off every crevice of your beautiful body while heâs fucking you over the counter. both of you completely butt naked bcs itâs hot. has a sweet tooth - will interrupt you while youâre baking and strip you, laying you on the counter like the dessert you are and eating the frosting off his favorite parts. get especially excited when it comes to sweets on your nipples.
honestly if that aint a FEASTTTT i dont know what issss
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smut! | mdni
Possessive!Gojo who will walk up to anyone who is talking to you (doesnât matter the gender) and make it known you two are together. Heâd wrap his arm around your shoulder and ask you âso whoâs your friend?â
Possessive!Gojo who embarrasses you in front of the person youâre talking to. He would make up some stupid lie and drive the person away. Just imagine youâre at some bookstore with him and a guy walks up to you. Gojo hears the manâs voice and then he hears yours giggling, and suddenly heâs booking it to where you are. As soon as he sees you chatting with the other male, he walks up to you as if he just randomly bumped into you.Â
âHey! How are you? Itâs so nice to see you! How is that rash you were telling me about? Did it clear up? I heard it was contagious, you might wanna be careful.â Or something like that, and the man talking to you would get grossed out and walk away. You turned to him and lightly slapped his arm. âWas that really necessary?â You huffed. âVery necessary.â He would answer and give you a big sloppy kiss on your cheek.
Possessive!Gojo who would text you âdamn so which position are you both in right nowâ if youâre taking too long to respond to his text messages. âWhich round are yall on?â He would text. âSatoru, Iâm in the shower??â You text back. And you roll your eyes at what he texts in response. âSend proof?â
Possessive!Gojo would leave hickeys on your neck and do unnecessary amounts of PDA when heâs around your friends or in public in general. You guys would walk up to your friends and they first notice that fat bruise on your neck. âGeez Satoru, give her a break once ina while.â Suguru would joke. Gojo would place you on his lap when all of you would go out for drinks. Kissing on your neck then migrating up to your jaw and your earlobe, whispering sultry things in your ear and you giggling in response. âUgh, Satoru enough! Get a room you two.â Shoko would whine.
Possessive!Gojo who pounds into you in the club bathroom after spotting you dancing on another man while he and Suguru are talking. Everything Suguru said was going in one ear and out the other as he watched you swivel your hips and look back at him. He knew about your little game. He knew you liked to tease him, get him a little upset so he can fuck you later. Gojo would stand up from where he was sitting and walk directly to you, taking your arm and making his way to the bathroom. And this is where we are now,
âO-Oh, F-fuck! âToru- shit!â You can barely let out a proper moan, it was getting cut off by how hard he was fucking into you. Your knuckles turning a different color with how hard you were gripping the sink. You were facing the sink, eyes tightly shut as you took every stroke he gave you. âDirty girl, you wanted me to -fuck- catch you dancing on him so I can take you back here, d-didnât you?â His resolve was slipping, you were so tight around him and it was driving him insane.Â
He pulled you by your hair and lifted your head up to face the mirror, âLook at yourself baby, look at how good im fucking into you. You like this? You like getting bent over the sink? Our friends are probably wondering where we went. Youâre lucky the music is loud enough so they wonât hear you.â Your eyes began to roll back at the words dripping from his mouth. âOh my f-fucking- g-go- âToru! I-I canât! Iâm gonna-â Babbling nonsense while telling him you were so close. His pace would change to a more rough pace, the way you like it while rubbing all sensitive areas on your body and get close to your ear to talk you through it.Â
Possessive!Gojo who cums deep inside you and takes your panties so people can see it drip down your leg. He must let everyone know youâre his.
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getting caught with ellie
[nsfw 18+]
âthis is rrly short iâm sorry guys đ iâm working on a farm ellie fic WHICH YALL ARE FINNA DEVOUR
warnings- starts off with smut, scissoring, getting caught ofc,
your gasps fill the room each time ellie moves her hips. both your wetness clashing together and each time your clit hits hers, you claw at her back. bringing her closer to you.
âellie ellieâŚoh fuckâ you whimper out as ellie spreads your legs wider with her strong grip and fucks herself onto you. the bed creaking louder and louder.
âfuck baby your so wetâŚkeep- slippingâ ellie stutters, her eyes focused on where your pussy gushes onto hers so she can get the angle just right.
one hard jut of your girlfriends hips and you choke out a loud moan, pulling her impossibly more closer to you and impulsively bitting on her shoulder. ellie lets out a groan and grinds into you faster, this time the beds headboard bangs against the wall, covering the filthy sounds of your pussys wetness mixing together.
âoh fuck fuck ellie ellie!â you frantically chant as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching. your hands moving all over her before landing on her forearms and digging your nails into them.
ânghnn baby iâm gonna cum all over that pussyâ she breathlessly whispers. her hips stutter and her hands grip your thighs harshly.
âellie ellie yes please please!â you whine, not breaking eye contact with her as you let out a high pitched moan and cum on her pussy.
ellieâs eyes rolls back after hearing you repeat her name over and over again. both of you making a mess between each others thighs. both of you wet and glistening with each others cum.
the bed creaking stops as ellie falls down on top of you due to her exhaustion. you pull a blanket over your sweaty bodies and catch your breaths together. that is until you hear a loud knock on the door and the sound of a throat clearing behind it.
âuh ellie, maria and tommy really need you for something right now, are you uh- busy?â you hear the voice of joelâs usually deep voice turn timid and shaky.
you both freeze and ellie lifts her head off your chest to speak, âuh um yeah iâll go there in a bit.â
you hear footsteps walking away the door and you both let out a sigh. ellie looks at you, hiding a smirk and you smack her, hiding your face in your hands.
âellie stopppp! how am i ever gonna face him ever again after-â
âafter he heard you moan my name a hundred times?â ellie teases.
you groan and push her face away from yours after she tries kissing you.
âel this is so embarrassing, how are you not embarrassed your practically his daughterâ
âiâm just never going to talk to him againâ ellie jokes and wraps her arms around you, trapping you in her hold.
âbaby cmon letâs go take a shower you have stuff you need to doâ you say ushering her up.
ellie groans and pouts, desperately trying to hold you still and keep you in bed âiâll get up only if we can have a round 2 in the shower.â
this girl rrly canât ever get enough
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olderbfyandere!mike schmidt
surprise, bitches!!! im giving yall a lil taste of some more writing. im not really on hiatus (obvi, i post every 5 minutes) but i've been sooooo busy that i haven't been able to post half as much. with that being said, here are some more in depth headcanons ab yandere!mike. :p could not have done this without @futturmand literally helping me (coming up w/) most of these. thank u bae.
warnings: drugging, violence, sex, daddy kink, abusive tendencies
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olderbfyandere!mike schmidt was kinda an asshole. to his coworkers, random customers at the mall, anybody who came too close to you, and yes, even sometimes to you. he was the kind of guy who had a semi-permanent grimace on his face. the corners of his mouth would turn into smiles typically only when he was with abby or you two were alone and he could let his guard down. of course, even then, the moment you caught an attitude, that grimace would appear right back on his face. his demeanor was typically gruff. he was the kind of guy most people didn't want to mess with. this meant any male coworkers around you would be tested their fate to even glance at you the wrong way and god forbid mike saw one of them brush something off of your shoulder. that would truly be the end of them.
olderbfyandere!mike schmidt is very obsessive over safety. after losing garrett, he has this urge to do nothing but to protect. this means that mike is the type of guy to want your location at all times. not only that, but he wants to know what you're doing, who you're with, and what time you'll be home. he expects a text when you leave, a text when you get there, an hourly check-in, then a text on your way home. it brings him a sense of peace, knowing where you are. he watches life360 obsessively when you're not in his sight, watching your little bubble move through wherever you may be. he's constantly checking the speed of the car you're in, occasionally stalking your friend's instagram stories to see where you are. he's overprotective to the extent that it can be overbearing, but at the end of the day it's endearing knowing he cares that much.
olderbfyandere!mike schmidt uses the fact that you're younger than him to manipulate you. he's less about violence or anything physical and instead uses his words. he will constantly remind you how helpless you are without him, how he has so much more life experience than you. he'll point out randomly when you mention not knowing how to do something, saying something like, "see, babydoll, where would you be without me? that's right, nowhere. you need me to take care of you." he's also the kind of guy to eventually make you financially dependent on him if he could ever afford it. he would never put you in that spot until he was comfortable enough to do so, though, meaning it might be a loooong time before that ever happened.
olderbfyandere!mike schmidt treats you less like a partner and more like a little sibling, kinda like he treats abby. as strange as it is, he also feels a paternal instinct to protect you. it comes from his deep-rooted feelings of abandonment. he lost garrett, his mom, his dad, and sometimes he feels like abby hates him. he loves that you listen to him, that he can command you to do something and you'd be so good for him. he absolutely adores being able to control different aspects of your life, making you completely reliant on him. it makes him feel special and needed, which he hasn't felt in a very long time. he loves nothing more than when he gets to scold you almost like a parent, your eyes falling to the ground, that adorable wounded puppy look he loves so much taking over your face.
olderbfyandere!mike schmidt is incredibly clingy and touch starved. he wants to have a hand on you 24/7. forget having personal space, because you are not getting it with him. he'd follow you around, watching you everywhere you'd go. his hands would grip onto your hips so tightly sometimes it'd feel like they were glued to them. he'd always have his arms around you, kissing at your neck, nipping in a way you felt shouldn't be shown in public. mike didn't care, he wanted everyone to know you belonged to him in every single way. he controlled you, and if he wanted to embarrass you and turn your face red by leaving purple marks on your neck in the middle of a shopping plaza, then so be it. you would take it or be punished.
olderbfyandere!mike schmidt who of course uses his sleeping pills on you when you're being a little brat. he isn't violent with you for the most part except for the rare occasion when he will hold you down onto the bed until you'll listen, but otherwise he opts for something simpler. when you're being a little too frustrating for him, going against his every command or you're not feeling like being held, mike will simply crush up his sleeping pills, slip them into your water. he's careful with you once you doze off, never abusing you in any way. all he will do is tuck you into your shared bed and hold your body in his arms, whispering sweet nothings as you're off in your own sweetly drugged up world.
olderbfyandere!mike schmidt would most definitely have a thing for being called daddy. sorry guys, it had to be said. hot take, i guess. considering he did want to protect you so thoroughly, he loved when you'd call him daddy. it made him feel like your protector, like you knew he was the one that did everything for you. it was so crazy how such a simple word could change his whole day. he loved hearing it fall out of your lips as he'd brush through your hair or wash your body off in the shower. "thank you, daddy," you'd hum and he'd grin ear to ear. "you're welcome, babydoll," he'd always say, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
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Baby Fever
Warnings: breeding kink, rough smut implied, smut-ish stuff, some minor choking, smut talk (breeding smut talk...if yk...yk). MDNI this is only for the grownups (18+).
Authors note: this drabble is canon to the HHP storyline > : ) I had this in mind for a few days and wanted to quickly draft it for yall to hold you guys off until the treat comes out this weekend đ
What a gorgeous morning it was; the sun beaming brightly and the fresh, crisp Spring air filled with the chirping of birds, and the newborn flowers blooming in greeting. You woke up alone, figuring Heeseung was downstairs in the kitchen, considering the minor commotion you overheard from the bedroom. You got up and figured that on the first day of Spring, what better way to greet your lover than to wear the dress that he absolutely loved seeing you in. It was a purple mini floral, rather form fitting despite the subtle empire waist line, which gently showed a hint of your curves. The front had a stringed, lace front that tied the scoop neck line together, cradling your breasts and proposing the faint curves of your cleavage. It was both sexy, and pretty, especially when paired with sheer, black, thigh-high stockings, edged with a beautifully elegant damask pattern that subtly hid beneath the hem of your short dress. Your hair was left freely down, since that was the way he always preferred you wore it. He loved your hair.
Every single night, he would run his fingers through your strands, rubbing them together to savor the silkiness of the texture. He never cared to use a brush because it took away the pleasure of feeling that softness of your locks. The way he would drape the length of your strands over his knuckles and rub it against his cheek, inhaling the floral scent of your shampoo, which always ended with him leaning in to suck on the back of your neck. If anyone should think that his behavior with your hair is absurd, you wonder what they would think when he looks into your eyes, or take his time to feel your skin...guess that will be saved for another story.
After conducting your morning hygiene, you walk down the stairs. Gripping on the ball tip of the large banister, you playfully swung your way around to face the open view of the kitchen and dining area, immediately making eye contact with Heeseung.
He smiles as he stands on the opposite end of the large kitchen island, with his palms plastered on the surface top and leaned over just slightly over a mug, more than likely containing his favorite coffee drink. He was dressed all in black, a black fitted tee, lightly tucked in black fashionable fitted cargo pants, with a black hat. The lines located at the corner of his lips was all that the bill of his headpiece would allow you to see as he smirks upon seeing you enter the kitchen.
"Oh, y/n! It's so good to see you."
Shocked by the voice from the side, you turn to view over shoulder and saw Steve, one of the frat tenants that lived with Heeseung and the other roommates.
"Hi Steve. When did you come back from vacation?" you ask with a delicate smile as you greet him, when a young woman appears from behind him with a small bundle locked in her arms. "I got back last night, it was so late and I didn't want to wake anyone so I stayed at a hotel. But, let me introduce my sister, she just had a baby two months ago and was in town so I decided to bring her over to meet everyone."
You smile gleefully as you greeted Steve's sister. "Oh nice to meet you." you delicately spoke as she does the same. "It's nice to meet you, your y/n, right? Steve was just introducing me to Ethan and mentioned you, it's so good to meet you."
Your peripherals caught on to Heeseung remaining stagnant in his stance, eyeballing you, Steve, and his sister, Lauren. He takes a sip out of his cup, his eyes never breaking away from you.
"How far along in college are you?" Lauren asks, in which you respond sweetly as you both continue talking about college life. Heeseung remained as he always did when around other people, a bit standoffish and quiet, glaring over and keeping an eye on you. At least he was being a bit more pleasant since he knew Steve, being roommates under the same roof for years now. It was typical, everyone, including the frat tenants, all knew that Heeseung "Ethan" became a walking malice since he began dating you, and it was evident that he cared for no one or anything other than you...you wonder what they would think if they ever knew that there indeed, was an "Ethan" entity that was more than just an english version of his birth name.
"Would you like to hold the baby?" Lauren gains your attention back as she presents her bundle of joy. "Oh...um sure." Cradling the small child, you held him tightly as you cupped him against your bosom. "Wow, you're so good with him." she remarks surprisingly as she straightens her dress and heads to the bathroom to freshen up.
That was to be expected. With all the time spent babysitting for your neighbors while in high school, you were quite used to holding and handling a newborn baby. You sat down on the dining chair and laid the baby against your chest, gently patting and rubbing his back, all the while he drifted off with his head nestled against the crevice of your cleavage.
"Looks like you're ready to be a mom." Steve joked aloud, meanwhile Heeseung kept sipping on his coffee, occasionally eyeing you from the corner of his sharp gaze.
"Noooo." you chuckled out. "I used to babysit for my neighbors, they had a baby that I would look after often." You explained, keeping eye contact on the baby's soft head as you gently palmed the back of it, rubbing the tip of your nose against it.
After some time went by, Steve and Lauren departed to spend a day in the old town, leaving you and Heeseung alone in the frat house. With all the other tenants away to enjoy the ongoing Spring festivals, the house was completely empty, and would be that way for the entire day.
"Can we go out for a walk?" you ask as Steve and Lauren walked out the door. Heeseung gently sets down his cup and issues a subtle nod. "Okay, I'm going to get my phone." you smiled out as you walked up the stairs, with him slowly following close by. Guess he needed to get something from upstairs as well.
He opens the door for you, a traditional habit, and allows you to walk in first. Halfway in the room, you barely caught your breath as you felt a sudden shift in motion with a firm lock around your waist. Nearly levitating you from off the ground, Heeseung swooped, and flung you on his bed, following suit and hovering over your body as you turn to face him. You stutter out a gasp from shock as your hair lays in a massive spread, with a few delicate strands across your face. There, you were met face to face with the devil.
His eyes dark, and his smirk was devious, but you could tell by the minor shine in his iris, he didn't swap over to his other side. The bill of his hat kept the shadow to grace over his face as he stares down. With one hand gripping your shoulder, the other reaches up and starts to pull the string tie at the front of your dress. He pulls, dreadfully slow as you feel the flap of your scoop neckline coming undone; one by one, he pulls each string until the opening was completely loosened. Your nipples peek from beneath the expanded laced string as your dress holds its remaining form. The hem was rolled slightly up from the swing of his strength when he threw you on the bed, exposing those thigh high stockings in full. Chuckling deeply, he pulls the last string on your dress as he spoke out in a shallow tone. "Does my girl want to be a mommy?"
You shook your head subtly. You were just being helpful, there was no way you thought about having children, besides, it was far too early considering you were still in your first year of college, not to mention you were still on birth control.
"N-no..."
"Mm...I think you do." he responds in an antagonizing manner and gently shifts the pieces of hair away from your face. He props himself steady with his palm plastered on your collarbone, and raising his body to rests on his knee caps. There, he takes advantage of your already spread thighs, and reaches in under your dress to scoot your lace panties off to the side. Once you were completely exposed to the cool air, he reaches in and with flickering fingertips, he tickles the sensitive flesh in between your plush folds. You gasp and moan out soft giggles, as did he. With a dark chuckle and biting down his lip, he remains propped to display the full sight of his abdominal region, where you admired the view of his hand reaching down, gently unzipping his black trousers, and his strong veiny hands fishing out the massive and swollen muscle that caused you to gasp at the mere sight of it. You reached up, grabbing onto his forearm as he remained on your collarbone, feeling his thumb swiping over the contours of the bone. Anticipating for what he was going to do, you felt yourself riddling with a burning sense of desire and passion.
You watched as the girth of his shaft and the bulbous tip disappear under the material of your dress as he leans in, and feeds it through, piercing your fleshy barrier until it finally makes its way in. He buries his face into the crook of your neck and speaks against your skin, "no more taking birth control."
"Uh...uh huh...."
"I wanna hear you say it."
"I-I'll get....get off it..."
"Let me take care of you....let me fuck you."
"Mm...mmhmm..."
He raises his form and once more, he props himself up by the extension of his forearm and palm planted beside your head on the bedspread. With his strong hand, he raises it as the tips of his fingers drag along your skin. Gently, with his fingers gracefully wrapping around your throat, he gives a faint squeeze, just enough to make you gasp a separate moan. With a dark and devilishly handsome smile, he gleams under the shadow of his hat; there it was...that eerie and rather handsome smile of malice and passion formulates on that face of his.
"Ready?"
You nod somewhat hesitantly. Bracing for intense pleasure, you knew all too well what was about to come, especially when feeling the throbbing sense of his tip as it barely lies inside you. "Y-yes...yes daddy..." you whispered, grabbing hold of his wrist as you prepare for a momentum that is unlike anything this world could replicate.
"Yeah?...come here, letâs do this, mommy."
> : )
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dom tutor armin x reader PLEASE
Feeding yall b4 I dissappear again
Its really hard to understand math , why exactly are there so many formulas and even more numbers . You couldn't even focus during tutoring , not because he was boring but because of the way he spoke , the little crack his voice has when he calls for your attention. And the way he looks. Your Tutor was some Nerd you begged to help you in the library , and how could he say no to the way your doe eyes looked up at him and the little pout? he'd be the dumbest man alive to reject that offer.
''C'mon y/n. You need to focus , we have a test coming up.''
He sighed , setting down his pen and rubbing the bridge of his nose , he was tired having stayed later than usual. He wanted to help you as best as he could and decided if he stayed a bit longer he could help you study even more.
''It just doesn't make sense Minie.''
The nickname you gave him lingered on your tongue , eyebrows knit together while you pouted , getting frustrated from not being able to understand. He gave you an almost sorry look , knowing that you were almost ready to cry from the confusion.
''okay...look , why don't you get us something to drink , a water or a coffee..?''
You nodded and left your room , wanting to do anything that wasn't Math , you contemplated what to get and what he would prefer. opting out for a coffee , even if it would take some time to make you still did it, needing the boost of energy.
after what felt like forever you got the two warm drinks in hand and waltzed back into your room , The blond sitting on your bed while he scrolled on his phone , lifting his head up and thanking you for the drink. You guys took a small break , discussing about things besides why you guys are here , swinging side so side in your chair until Armin said it was time to begin again.
''I...wanna try to teach you differently''
he patted the space next to him on the bed , grabbing the textbook while you sat down. He told you to read outloud the formulas and definitions , doing as told until your words got caught in your throat , his lips grazing over your next and hand pressed on your thigh .
''Continue.''
You stuttered at some words , his lips leaving soft kisses of your shoulder and neck , his hand trailing more and more up your thigh until his thumb grazed your clothed cunt.
''Armin , wait-''
''shh..Your doing good.''
You couldn't even tell what you were saying anymore , the task that had you occupied long gone from your mind , only focusing on the way his fingers dipped into your panties and played with your clit.
''Open your legs more for me.''
And that you did , the book you held tossed somewhere onto your bed , hands gripping onto his blond locs. His other hand occupied , cupping your breast and pinching at your nipple.
He stopped what he was doing , tugging at your shirt for you to take it off along with your skirt , you swiftly removed the articles of clothing and sat infront of him with your legs slightly parted.
"Relax f'me..yeah.?"
You nodded , pupils blown out while you watched him move closer to you , placing a soft kiss on your nipple while his fingers continued their frantic movements
"Y'know Y/n...I couldn't resist saying no that day...the way you looked up at me , I could've bust one out right then and there."
He breathed out into your neck , sucking soft marks as he sped up his pace. His movements making a sudden halt , he shifted down lower and lower until face to face with your core.
"Thank you for serving me."
He said before diving in face first , mouth working on your clit while his fingers pumped into you. The overwhelming sensation catching you off guard.
Your legs locked around his head , hips jerking into and away from his face , a flash of white taking over your sight as your senses basically went numb.
"That's it...breath in 'n out for me."
He placed soft kisses on your clit and up your thighs , making his way up your torso until his head rested on your chest.
"Do you think that was enough studying for today?"
You smirked , hands planted on each side of his face.
"I mean..I do have a Biology test soon aswell.."
"Say less"
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I dont care - Matt Sturniolo
Summary: in which y/n and Matt take a shower after sweating at a party all night.
Warnings: drunk, shower sex, use of y/n
A/N: kinktober fic 5! I hope yall like it make sure to check out my othersâ¤ď¸
Not proofread!!
Honestly, it wasnât even fun. This âpartyâ you were at was full with drunk people and you felt disgusted. Your hair was a complete mess and your outfit was sticking to your skin. Matt was with you and he felt the same way about himself. His hair was sticking to his forehead and he wasnât enjoying himself at all.
When you got invited to this party it was clear on the invitation that there was no alcohol, just a cute party to get to know new people in the town. I guess some of them didnât get the point of it.
You and Matt were both taking your last drink when suddenly an extremely drunk man approaches you. He stares you up and down, not even caring you notice how heâs definitely checking you out. Mattâs blood starts to boil as he grabs your hand. âSheâs with me.â He says as his grip on your hand tightens. The man doesnât back off at first, but then when Matt glares at him he doesnât hesitate to get away from you.
âFucking gross.â Matt lets out a deep breath he was holding. He gulps his drink down before taking your hand and leading you outside. You groan as your legs slowly start to give up. You have been wearing these big heels all night and it was hurting your feet. Matt notices and pulls you into his arms, holding you in bridal style. âMatt! Im gross right now, donâtââ You whine as Matt just keeps walking.
âI donât care, princess. Iâve seen worse.â He says smirking down at you. A wave of heat washes over you as your cheeks slowly turn red. Matt gently places you in the passenger seat before walking over to the driverâs seat. He puts on his seatbelt before driving off to his house.
When you arrive at his house you are met with his brothers Nick and Chris watching spongebob on the tv. You wave at them before making your way into Mattâs room, taking off your heels and dress immediately. You can hear Matt say something to his brothers before walking into his room to be met with you in your underwear. Heâd seen it a lot of times, but it still could get him hard and you wearing that red lacey set wasnât helping.
âJesus⌠you look gorgeous.â He says, hands already on your sides tracing slow circles. You smile at him before giving him a soft kiss on the lips. He returned it immediately before pulling you closer. âBabyyy.. im still sweaty.â You sigh as his lips trail down your neck, not seeming to care about your state. âCan we at least do this in the shower?â
You knew it was going to be a long night, proposing this idea, but you didnât mind. You were so happy to notice Nick and Chris left for bed already, otherwise theyâd definitely wouldâve heard both of you in the shower.
Matt has you pressed against the cold wall as his hands are everywhere on your body. Soft whimpers leave your mouth as his hardness slides against your folds. His lips are on your tits, swirling slow circles with his tongue around your nipple. Youâve always known Matt was a tits guy, because he never seems to get enough of them.
He pulls back after a while, proudly admiring all the hickeys he left all over you. His hands move to your clit, rubbing gentle circles before lining himself up at your entrance. A loud gasp escapes your lips. He pushes himself into you slowly.
A second later heâs moving faster and harder into you. Your nails are digging into his shoulders as you get lost in pleasure. âFuck baby.. so fucking good fâme, yeah?â Matt groans as he takes you against the wall, practically slamming into you. His thumb is still rubbing circles around your clit, getting you on edge quickly.
âM-Matt im gonna cum..â you moan out as your walls start to clench around him. Then suddenly a large wave of pleasure washes over you, making your legs tremble. Matt comes quickly after that, shooting his load inside of you. Both of you are left panting.
After a few good minutes he slowly pulls out of you, making you wince. âShh.. itâs okay, princess.. did so good.â He makes sure to wash your hair and your body before getting out of the shower. He helps you get comfy into your shared bed by pulling you close to him.
He doesnât care how you look right now, all sleepy and completely drained, he just loves you because youâre you.
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secret 2 | matt sturniolo
contents: established relationship; cursing; fingering (f receiving); praising; p in v; double v penetration; creampie; dom!matt
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notes: well, ask and you shall receive! thank you for not hating on the pegging fic lmao hereâs the part 2, now with dom matt using your dildo on you along with his cock⌠and that will be the last dom fic in a while I NEED A BREAK. thank you guys for all the love and support, 1,5K followers is insane lmao. not proofread as usual so i apologize beforehand for any mistakes, enjoy this one! love yall sm âĄ
request by: @cherib3lla & anon
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âwhat are you doing with this?â i questioned, holding back a giggle. it was a hilarious sight, a barefoot matt with his messy hair wearing a plain white t-shirt, blue plaid underwear, holding my pink dildo on his left hand.
âdid you clean it? after we used it?â he asked, waving the toy around and staring at me.
âno matt, i took it out of you and put it back in the boxâ i ironically responded. âof course i didâ.
âgoodâ matt nodded, dragging his feet and making his way to the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress, legs crossed, still analyzing the dildo. he stroked the silicone as if he was giving it a handjob, realizing his regular fist felt too loose on the toy. âdo you like this better than my cock?â
âmatthewâ i adjusted myself, crawling next to matt before letting my digits caress his covered shoulder. âi told you before, this is just a toy. no, i don't like it better than your cockâ i gave him a smooch on his cheek, feeling his growing beard tickle my skin.Â
âit doesn't fill me up as good and it doesn't cum inside of meâ i whispered into his ear before nibbling on his lobe, trailing my kisses down his neck. matt let go of the dildo and tilted his head, giving me more access to mark him.Â
âyou think you can take both? my dick and this fake plastic one?â he grinned naughtily, opening his eyes when he realized i had sat down and stopped with the love bites. âc'mon, you're used to my size aren't you baby?â he teased and i looked away, not wanting to give in.
matt placed his palm on my cheek, thumb resting on my chin, holding my jaw upwards. he untangled his legs, pressing both knees on the mattress and hovering over me before laying his body on top of mine, holding his weight with both elbows.Â
âfine.â i said, knowing he was still interested in what the dildo could do. âbut you gotta go slow, please?â
âanything for my sweet girlâ matt moved closer, his lips brushing against mine before taking them in a passionate kiss. one of his hands moved to my thigh, groping the flesh as he licked my lower lip, silently asking to go forward.Â
i opened my mouth and his tongue quickly slid in, rolling against my own. mattâs grip tightened, a muffled moan coming from my throat as his palm rested just above my pussy. i bucked my hips upwards, trying to grind myself against his hand.Â
âalready?â matt asked, kissing my jaw. âwant me to touch you?â
âpleaseâ i sighed heavily, my fingers going to the back of his neck, playing with his brown locks and trying to get him closer. âneed you so badâ
âyou asked me to go slow, princessâ he reminded me and i groaned. i needed some relief. âbe patient, yeah? promise youâre gonna feel so fucking goodâ matt dragged his tongue across my neck, tugging the hem of my t-shit when he reached my collarbones. i nodded desperately, lifting my arms so heâd take it off for me.
matt tossed my shirt somewhere in his room, latching his lips around my hardened nipple, sucking it while his hands held my waist, the grip of his fingers leaving red marks on my bare skin. he placed his digits on my covered pussy, rubbing my clit over the cloth.
i could see a smirk forming on his face when i let out a moan, finally deciding to touch me properly. matt's hands entered my pants and lifted my hips, rapidly removing my shorts and leaving me entirely naked. my pussy was dripping, my leaking juices had formed a huge wet patch on my panties while he teased me.
matt's middle finger and index once again pressed against my clit, making my legs tremble from the sudden friction. he traveled through my wet folds, stroking every inch he could reach before positioning his digits at my entrance, not waiting to start slipping his finger in. with my mouth hanging open, matt fully entered me and started thrusting back and forth, taking advantage of my throbbing pussy to slip another one in.
"matt!" i whimpered, my nails digging into his back as he began to curve them inside me.
âgotta stretch that pretty pussy first, huh? how youâre gonna take my cock if you canât handle my fingers, baby?â he said, fastening his pace. i started clenching, i knew if he hit my spot i wouldnât last long.
matt placed a few more kisses on my chest, slowly pulling out of me. âwanna use your big girl toy?â i nodded eagerly, begging to be filled. matt, however, wasnât in a rush, taking an incredible amount of time to grab the dildo and coat it with my juices.
âtold you to be patient babyâ he said as i whined, matt softly dragging the silicone tip across my clit. âyouâre gonna have to take both anywaysâ he spoke to himself, boosting his own ego.
matt positioned the dildo on my entrance, not making any effort to get in. i had to lower my hips, my hole finally touching the pink shaft. âsliding in so easily, huh?â he said, pushing it inside of me. i let my legs hang loose around his waist, as if it was his actual cock fucking me.
matt kept slow, steady movements for a while, until he decided he could no longer hide his aching boner. i could see his hardened dick from miles away, his lenght poking my thighs as he adjusted himself in between my legs.
âlook how worked up you got meâ matt spoke, pulling his pants down and showing me his cock before wrapping his knuckles around his shaft, spreading the pre-cum downwards. he was trying so hard to make it work, he wanted to fuck me with both at the same time. as soon as his leaking tip touched my entrance, he hissed âshit- so fucking tightâ.
matt realized he would have to do a bit more effort for his plan to work. he pulled the dildo out of me, once again making me complain. at this point, i was basically getting edged, not receiving any relief to my throbbing pussy. matt placed his hands on my hips, slowly burying himself inside of me. his dick was so much bigger than my dildo, making me throw my head back as his length stretched my walls.
âyouâre so big! fuck!â i moaned, grabbing the sheets since i could no longer reach his back. i needed him closer, needed him all the way inside.
he began to move his hips, pouding inside of me until he reached my sweet spot. âmatt, pleaseâ i moaned in surprise âplease, let me cum! just once!â i begged, the knot in my lower belly getting harder to hold.
âyou're gonna be goodâ he started, âand you're gonna wait until i say you can cumâ. matt's thrusts became sloppier, slower, dragging his dick just enough so he could feel good.
âhow the fuck should i do that?â matt spoked to himself once again, grabbing the pink dildo and bringing it closer to his own cock. he was gonna push both inside of me, at the same time.
ârelax for me princess, câmonâ matt whispered, pulling out the right amount to align both tips on my entrance. âyouâre doing so well for me hm? just a little more yeah?â
âpleaseâ his praises always worked, my walls gradually unclenching. âslow, please, fuck!â
âtheeere you goâ he said, finally being able to fit his dick and the silicone toy inside of me. âitâs in baby, all inâ matt admired his work, pressing my tummy to feel his own length. i rolled my eyes, no longer being able to speak.
âyeah? can feel it right here huh? good girl, so good to me. taking two cocks at once, fuckâ he groaned before hovering his body over mine, bucking his hips forward as his lips came back to mine in a failed attempt to cover my moans.
âmatt, iâm gonna- iâm closeâ i managed to speak, his blue eyes locked with mine, reassuring me i could take it. he was no longer containing himself, the silicone getting dragged on his veins along with the wetness of my pussy helping him to reach his high quicker.
âwhenever you wantâ he nodded and i wrapped my hands around his shoulder. âno need to ask, cum all over me princessâ
one of matt's hands came back to my boobs, groping my titties and rubbing my nipple with his thumb as gave a few last thrusts, twitching dick inside of me begging for release. my orgasm suddenly hit me, making me arch my back and curl my toes, my chest panting heavily as matt came in thick spurts into my throbbing pussy. as he savored the last moments of his orgasm, his cum started to leak from me, both of us groaning â him with the delightful sight, me with with the overwhelming sensation.
matt pulled out and collapsed next to me, resting his head on the mattress and opening his arms so i'd snuggle on his chest.
when matt came back to his senses, he realized he was still holding the dildo on his hand, the stickiness from our releases messing his hand. âwell, thatâs kinda ickyâ he showed it to me and i rolled my eyes, pretending i didn't find that insanely hot. âbut iâm starting to enjoy this pink thingâ.
âyeah? want me to use it on you again?â i chuckled, biting his neck and getting closer to him, resting my hands on his waist.
âit's a secret, i told you beforeâ he spoke, caressing my head as he tried to fix my hair. âi might think about it if you let me do that to you again.â
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Hot Tatted Uncle Pt.3 (Uncle!Sukuna x Teacher!Auntie!Reader)
Alright yall pt.3 also the FINALEEEE lmao I hope you guys enjoyed this lmao and uhhh thank you for the love n support!
This part is a bit longer than the other ones so I hope yall enjoy ll I got a lil crazy wit this. Just for reference this part is NSFW so uhh minors get tf gone lmao.
Warninga: Obviously nsfw, fingering, p in v, slight choking/biting? Very faint, mild overstim, bathroom sex lol, saliva as lube?, try to be quiet trope?
ENJOY!~
Part 2 here
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He's got his hands busy with the flesh of your thighs, kneading them as your mouths work against one another in unison. He groans the feeling of you seated against his clothed length enough to drive him crazy. Sukuna'd be lying if he said he didn't love how you'd whine at his slight upward thrust, your thighs clenching a bit.
The true task at hand here was to not wake Yuji who was sleeping rather soundly in his room. However, that was becoming increasingly difficult. Sukuna insists on lifting you up a bit just so he can roll his hips into yours, desperate enough to have you both basically dry-humping on the couch.
Your nightshirt keeps slipping down your shoulder so he takes it as a sign to press kisses there, your head lolling back and he skilfully captures the back of your head, his canines scraping against your pulse, his breath hot against the flesh there.
"W-Wait shouldn't we-" You begin, feeling a bit guilty about being intimate on someone else's furniture.
"Nuh-uh, you tryna find excuses now ain't you? Don't wanna mess up my brother's nice couch?" He grins, successfully forcing your eye contact.
"I just don't wanna be rude." You admit, whimpering again when he grinds up into you, vocalizing a groan in response himself.
"That's fine. I got a better idea." He admits, not only standing but easily hoisting you up long with him, his bulge pressed deliciously against your clothed cunt.
"What? Where?" You're clinging to him, your ankles wrapped around his waist as he keeps a firm grip on your backside.
You're traveling a bit down the hall now and he takes a swift turn to the bathroom you'd used earlier.
"I know it's not ideal, and if I had it my way I'd take you to my place right the fuck now." He explains, setting you against the countertop before hiking up your shirt.
"But I know you don't care." He huffs, lifting your boobs with each of his hands, squishing and teasing them, his mouth already latched to one as he covered the space in large, deep-colored bruises.
"I know you don't care that much about being rude as to keep from having his pussy fucked either." He growls, using his free hand to cup it, this thumb touching just over where your clit should be, only held back by your pajama pants and the sheer fabric of your panties.
"F-Fuck. Okay, okay, you're right." You whine, twitching when he applies more pressure.
"Atta girl." He grunts, pulling your pants down along with his, a hiss leaving his mouth when you trace your hand down his chest.
He takes your wrist, guiding it further, your body practically vibrating when he let's you touch it over the fabric of his boxers.
"Uh huh, you feel that?" He moans, Your manicured nails raking over his shaft, the feeling of it twitching in your hand making you gasp.
He cant help but give a quiet, 'fuck' as if rests in your hand.
" I-Its big. I don't know how I'm... Jesus." You whisper, swallowing in anticipation.
"Imma make sure you can handle it mamas, promise." He encourages, letting you dip below the waistband and actually feel it. He whines, bucking into your hands warmth at the feeling.
Fuck it's thick... You can feel a couple of the veins that run along the sides and soon you're able to pull it out of his boxers, truly getting a chance to admire it. God damn it, it's pretty too?! It was easily 7 inches, a nice curve upward with a slightly pink hue at the tip. And apparently, his hair color was natural cause the curtains matched the drapes.
"You gonna stop staring at it and- Oh fuck." He growls, his head lolling back when you start moving up and down, squeezing just enough at the tip to make him thrust into your touch.
"And what? C'mon Ryo, what happened to all that shit you were taking a second ago?" Your voice, newfound confidence, and pure unbridled lust flowed through each syllable.
"F-Fuck, here I thought you'd be shy about this." He huffs, looking down at how your hand held him so nicely, your lips parted, tongue out to let saliva drip down as you sloppily stroke his cock.
"Oh, you're nasty." He encourages, gripping the counter for dear life at this point.
The sounds is so wet, salive mixing with precum as you continue to keep up the pace, multitasking as your mouth works hickeys to his neck.
"See cause now I gotta-" Sukuna begins, his hand quick at your throat as he captures your lips, moving your hands to the side so he can access you.
His free hand works to pull your panties to the side and he easily slips two fingers past your folds, a slippery squelch sounding as a result.
"S-Shit-" You whine, the thickness of his middle and ring finger alone stretching you deliciously.
"What happened Miss Y/n? Huh?" He teases, curling his fingers upward, using the hand that was once around your neck to lift your face and force eye contact.
"Huh?" He asks again, his thumb moving circles around your clit as he continues to move his fingers in and out, the pace making you rock your hips in seek of more.
"I d-dont, I can't, fuck Ryo." You whimper, clutching his bicep as he gives that menacing grin again, pressing kisses to your jawline, occasionally sucking just to liter you with more hickeys.
"Yes, you can. Answer me, c'mon mamas I know you can. Or does it feel too good?" He asks, only getting a gasp in response when he proceeded to do the same thing you did moments prior. Warm saliva travels from his pierced tongue, down to your already sopping wet cunt.
"Hm? I'm making you feel good baby?" Oh he was definitely fucking with you now, knowing good as well at this rate you'd be cumming all over his fingers if he kept this shit up. All you could do was nod, resting your head against his tatted shoulder as he chuckles darkly.
"Gonna cum already? I can feel you squeezing." He notes, not stopping however. And sure enough you do, biting down on his shoulder to muffle the sound of your orgasm, stomach spasming as he slows down, smiling against your neck.
"Y-You suck." You huff, still coming down from your high, opening your legs a bit to look down at the mess you'd made on his fingers when he removed them. The sudden emptiness makes you suck in a breath.
"Oh yea?" He laugh, soon becoming hyperfocuses on how close he was to your entrance.
There's a silence for a moment like neither of you wants to be the one to ask for more in fear of coming off as greedy or desperate.
"Are you, done?" he asks, almost unsure, his hands gripping your hips now, dick twitching at the fact that he's so so close.
"No, you?" You laugh, scooting forward just enough that his tip is touching your slick folds.
"Fuck no...Can I?" He asks, and with a nod of your head, he pushes in, a hiss befalling both of you.
You pull in him further, your legs wrapping around his waist to do so. He swears, watching how you'd taken all of him with no issue.
"Shhhhit you feel good." He compliments, pausing when he hears you hiccup.
"Mhm."You respond quickly, adjusting to being so full all at once, tears pricking the corner of your eyes,
"Shit, let's just- just wait a second. Damn, what did you think was gonna happen?" He chuckles, kissing the tears away, massaging the back of your neck with his free hand.
When he said a second he meant that shit, because right after he trusted ever so slightly, slow, soft, calculated, letting your pussy memorize the curve and every vein. The pace was set, soon increasing bit by bit the more you moaned, feeding into his ego. If the sounds before weren't absolutely filthy, these were, every time he pulled out resounding in a wet-sounding "shhlick". You both swear.
"Feel good? I can fuck you a lil harder now?" He asks, both answers being yes.
And as soon as it is, he helps you reposition, the mirrors now in front of you instead of behind. Your nightshirt is half off, the rest of it now bunched up near your upper back as he massages the fat of your ass, squeezing with hiss before landing a firm smack that makes you yelp. He only laughs, massaging it before pulling all the way out.
"R-Ryo wait I'm gonna be too lou-"
Too late, he bottoms out, your mouth opening as you're too late to cover the moan he'd just ripped from your throat.
"Holy shit, nah you gotta keep making noise for me, lemme know how good I'm making you feel." He growls each time his pelvis meets your ass you moan.
All you can do is lean against the bathroom sink and take each unrelenting stroke. Heâs got your hair in a fist, your neck craned upwards to look at yourself in the mirror. God you donât remember looking this pretty when youâre being fucked. Then again it had been a while-
âLook at you,â He chuckles, throwing his head back when your squeeze him.
You manage to let your face all against your forewarn to try and muffle your koans. It proved to be useless and he slams back into you again, a raged, âFuck!â Sounding from the male behind you.
âClose, fuck donât stop Ryo.â You hum, rolling your hips against his and he follows your pace, although it doesnât last long when his hips begin to stutter.
âS-Shit, do that again baby, doing so good for me.â He praises, waiting until you fall apart to pull out, only then spilling onto the curve of your back.
Your legs wobble, a feeling of euphoria befalls you as you seem to somewhat blackout, vision blurring. It's messy, you're practically dripping down your thighs and all he can do is watch in awe at how fucking gorgeous you look like this.
Heâs massaging you now, a soft apology falling from his kiss bruised lips as he wipes his mess away, planting kisses against your shoulder. The sweetness is nice, but he quickly reminds you that heâs a fucking goofball when he smacks your ass with a laugh,
âYou okay mamas? You can stand up?â He asks, helping you stand up a bit with that stupid glaring on his face, knowing that he definitely did his big one after you fail to keep yourself up.
ââ8:36amââââ-
Youâd forced yourself to wake up a little earlier, Ryomens' grip on you not softening after you'd fallen asleep together on the couch. He insisted you wear his shirt after your nightshirt had been stretched out from the nightâs escapades.
So here you were in an oversized beater and your night shorts (which he had to help you put back on cause you were so fucked out)
On the stove were some pancakes you managed to make before Yuji woke, his plate already set along with Sukunaâs.
The light pitter patter of feet alerts you that the culprit youâd just thought of is awake and he reached up as far as his little hand could grasp to tug on your shirt.
âUncle Sukuna said to ask Auntie Y/n if I can have some pant cake.â Yuji repeats, your eyes snapping to Sukunaâs frame on the couch.
Of course his eyes were closed, a smirk playing over his stupid gorgeous face.
All you go is laugh, scooping up the boy to put him in his high chair.
âOf course you can have some pancakes sweetie.â You hum, pushing him in and feeding his pancakes with a bit of syrup.
âMake sure you tell your TeaTea thank you.â Sukuna grumbles, peaking at you with a smile.
Yuji only does at heâs told, giving you the biggest brightest smile as you process the fact that this man has Yuji calling you Auntie already. Youâd be sure to ask about that later.
âThank you Auntie Y/Nâ Yuji shouts.
ââââââââââââââââââââ-
Authors Note: HEY YALLLLL I tried to end this like kinda cutely? Lmao thank you so much again for all the love and support on the last two parts I wasnât thinking this would BLOW UP like how it did lmao!
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Aubrey plaza x fem!reader
"Itâs hard to save people from themselves. But if theyâre willing to try, itâs worth the risk.â
- Paperweight by Meg Haston
A/N : this part talks about mental health, i don't know if its on triggering level but it was important for me to let yall know.
Got inspired by my trip to the ER today because of anxiety attack that left me feeling like i was literally dying. Im okay, conveniently had a therapy session as well afterwards so had a pretty rough day- but pushing trough it đ¤
I love you guys hope you will like this one x
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When Aubrey stormed into the ER, she wasnât sure what she was more furious about: the fact that her girlfriend hadnât told her she was there or the casually infuriating way she explained it when she finally did.
âI didnât want to bother you,â her girlfriend had said with a weak shrug, as if chest pain and difficulty breathing were minor inconveniences she could brush off.
âDidnât want to bother me?â Aubrey had echoed, disbelief flaring in her voice.
The younger woman, seated in one of those awful plastic chairs, simply nodded, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. âItâs not the first time,â she added lightly.
That had nearly sent Aubrey over the edge, but then her anger had crumbled the moment she took in her girlfriendâs slumped posture, the way her hands trembled slightly in her lap. The fight in her drained away, replaced by a deep, aching worry.
Without a word, Aubrey knelt in front of her and wrapped her arms around her tightly. Her girlfriend stiffened for a moment before her shoulders sagged, and tears, born of frustration and weariness, spilled from her tired brown eyes.
âYou scared the hell out of me,â Aubrey murmured against her temple, her voice breaking.
âIâm sorry,â came the hoarse reply.
âWhat did the doctor say?â Aubrey asked after a beat.
âNothing yet. Itâs been two hours since they checked me, so I guess thatâs a good sign,â her girlfriend said, trying for humor, but the weak smile didnât reach her eyes.
Aubrey frowned and brushed a stray strand of hair from her girlfriendâs face. âWhat made you come in today?â
Her girlfriend hesitated, looking down at her hands. âA coworker noticed I was struggling and told my supervisor. They basically forced me to come.â
Aubreyâs heart clenched at the thought of her being too stubbornâor scaredâto seek help on her own. âIâm sorry that happened, baby.â
âItâs not your fault,â her girlfriend said softly, shaking her head.
Aubrey pressed a kiss to her forehead. âStill. I wish youâd told me sooner.â
âI didnât want to worry you,â she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Aubrey sighed, her thumb tracing comforting circles over her girlfriendâs hand. âIâm going to talk to the nurse and see whatâs going on.â
Her girlfriend grabbed her wrist, her grip surprisingly firm. âPlease donât make a scene. Theyâre doing their best.â
âI wonât, I promise,â Aubrey said with a small smile. âBut Iâm not just going to sit here while you suffer.â
She stood and approached the front desk, her patience already worn thin. âExcuse me,â she said, keeping her tone calm but firm. âMy girlfriendâs been waiting for two hours with chest pain and trouble breathing. Is there any way to get an update?â
The nurse didnât even glance up. âIt takes time,â she said dismissively.
âI understand that,â Aubrey replied, clenching her jaw. âBut is there any way to know how much time?â
Before the nurse could respond, a doctor appeared in the doorway, clipboard in hand. âY/N?â she called out.
Relief washed over Aubrey as she hurried back to her girlfriend. âCome on,â she said gently, helping her to her feet.
They followed the doctor into an exam room, and Aubrey stayed close, her hand never leaving her girlfriendâs.
âAfter running several tests, we didnât find anything concerning,â the doctor began, offering a reassuring smile. âYour heart and lungs are healthy, and your bloodwork came back normal.â
Aubreyâs girlfriend nodded slowly, her expression conflicted.
âSo whatâs causing this?â Aubrey asked, her tone carefully measured.
The doctor hesitated before answering. âIt seems to be psychologicalâlikely a panic attack.â
Aubreyâs girlfriend let out a bitter laugh. âFigures.â
âItâs more common than you think,â the doctor said gently. âThereâs nothing physically wrong with you, which is good news. But Iâd recommend following up with a therapist to explore potential triggers and coping strategies.â
âRight,â her girlfriend muttered as she stood, grabbing her bag. âSo, Iâm crazy. Got it.â
âYouâre not crazy,â Aubrey said firmly, standing as well and pulling her into a hug. She held her close, one hand cradling the back of her head as her girlfriend let out a shaky breath against her shoulder.
âThank you, doctor,â Aubrey said softly before leading her girlfriend out of the hospital.
The drive home was quiet, the radio turned off at her girlfriendâs request. When they reached Aubreyâs apartmentâa place that had gradually become their shared homeâthey settled on the couch, the silence stretching between them.
âDo you want to talk about it?â Aubrey asked after a while. âNo pressure, but⌠Iâm here.â
Her girlfriend pulled her knees to her chest, resting her chin on them. âItâs just⌠stuff. Workâs been rough, and⌠other things too.â
âOther things?â Aubrey prompted gently.
Her girlfriend hesitated. âIt started about five months ago.â
Aubrey froze. Five months agoâthe same time the media had started dissecting their relationship, plastering their faces across magazines and social media.
Her girlfriend must have noticed the look on her face because she quickly added, âThis isnât your fault, Aubrey. Please donât think that.â
Aubrey shook her head. âI shouldâve protected you from all of that.â
âYou couldnât have. I chose this. I chose you,â her girlfriend said, her voice trembling. âAnd Iâd choose you again. Every time.â
Aubrey pulled her into her arms, kissing her temple. âIâd choose you too. Always.â She paused, stroking her girlfriendâs hair. âBut I think we need helpâsomeone who can help us make sense of this.â
Her girlfriend looked up at her, confused.
âIâm talking about therapy,â Aubrey said gently. âFor you, if you want it. And maybe for us. Together.â
Her girlfriend frowned. âYou think we need couples therapy?â
âI think itâs worth trying,â Aubrey said honestly. âYou were scared to tell me what youâve been going through, and I canât stop blaming myself for what youâve been feeling. I donât want either of us to carry that alone.â
Her girlfriend sighed, her shoulders slumping. âIâll think about it,â she said quietly.
âThatâs all Iâm asking,â Aubrey said, kissing her hand.
After a moment, her girlfriend stood. âI need a bath. I feel gross.â
âWant company?â Aubrey offered with a small smile.
Her girlfriend nodded. âYeah. I donât want to be alone.â
Aubrey followed her into the bathroom, and they sank into the warm, bubble-filled tub together, with a book of y/n's choice as their worries temporarily melting away in the comfort of each otherâs arms.
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