#I got flustered while writing this I'm not even going to lie to you

[jackassbrainrot]

silk and lace [danger ehren x f!reader]

a/n: day 1 - lingerie, kicking off kinktober with an ehren fic! pretty sure this is my first ehren smut but he deserves it <3

warnings: smut, fingering, p in v

word count: 416

"Oh, babe..." was all Ehren could utter when he walked into your bedroom, bags dropping from his hands, his face flushed and mouth slightly agape at the sight before him. You were sitting at the edge of the bed, dressed only in a black negligee, the see-through fabric not leaving much to the imagination. A small chuckle escaped you at the bewildered state of your boyfriend, who slowly made his was to you, as you got up to meet him halfway, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you placed a gentle kiss to his lips.

"I've missed you." You whispered against his lips, a small smile adorning your face as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. His fingers traced the lace trim of your dress, playing with the hem, before connecting your lips in a searing kiss. His hands moved lower, encircling your thighs and picking you up easily, not breaking the kiss, as he laid you down onto the bed, caging you in with his body.

"You're gorgeous." He said between kisses, his hand making its way under the dress, a quiet groan leaving his lips when he noticed the lack of underwear. His fingers soon found their way inside you, pumping gently as he placed kisses down your neck, moans spilling from your lips. You whined when he pulled his fingers out of you to unbuckle his belt, pulling his pants down and pushing your dress up.

His hands hooked around your knees, pulling your legs up as he eased into you, both of you moaning out when he bottomed out. His thrusts were fast and unsteady, already close just from looking at you adorned with silk and lace, the prettiest noises he's ever heard coming out of your open mouth. He set down one of your legs, moving his hand to rub at your clit instead.

Your moans grew louder as he moved inside you, only getting faster and faster as he got closer to his orgasm. You traced the arm still holding your leg up, before entwining your fingers with his, your grip tightening as your orgasm approached. He watched your face contort in pleasure as you tightened around him, pulling him over the edge with you.

He collapsed onto your, his head resting on your chest, his fingers playing with the lace trim again. "You should wear that more often." He mumbled, rubbing his face against the soft material. "I really should." You giggled, playing with his hair absentmindedly.

[gojos-version]

How scandalous!

Pairings- Y/N x Dad's best friend! Toji Fushiguro

Summary- Your dad’s best friend stays the night and you are too coincidentally! This is part 1. Part 2 can be found here!

Warnings- Size kink, tummy bulge, anal, vibrator used, reader gets fucked in a closet, unprotected sex, breeding and kissing.

Word count- 4k words!!

Proof read- ✅

A/N- HIII yes, I made this filthy why? this is a filthy troupe. anyway, I've finally finished this at 4am giggles. By the way reader is 21 and Tojis around 40. I really enjoyed writing this it got my creativity GOING and my jenis hard. writing this made me tickle my pickle so I hope you enjoy this, and it tickles your pickle too!! :33

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You knock on your dads door. You don't live with him anymore since you got a place of your own, but you still visit when you can. The door opens revealing your dad, his eyes lighten up at the sight of you. “Sweetheart! I haven't seen you in so long!” Your dad brings you in for a tight hug making you laugh, “I know it’s been too long, I've been so busy I'm sorry dad! Is it okay if I stay 2 nights? So we can catch up?”, “Ofcourse, you’re welcome to stay as long as you want!” Your dad lets go of you and moves aside so you can come in. “Oh and by the way, Toji’s coming to stay the night tonight” Your dad adds unexpectedly. What. what. Toji??!! Oh god. Your heart flutters at the thought. You can't lie to yourself growing up. Toji was around alot with your dad, since your mum wasn't around Toji helped your dad out alot with you. 

Ever since you were younger you always had a crush on him. You're 21 now but god you still don't have a boyfriend. Nothing seems appealing about any of them men you’ve been on a talking stage with. You tried to move on from your childish crush. But how could you when he was so goddamn sexy. “O-oh? He’s staying the night? That's surprising I didn't think I'd see him!” You play off cooly, ignoring your thumping heart. 

You put your bag down in your old childhood bedroom and take it all in. nothing changed, everythings still where it used to be. Even the clothes you left here last time you slept over were in the closet. “Y/N! I’m going to the store real quick! Please answer the door if it rings!” Your dad yells out, you let out an “Okay!” and you hear the door shut. You walk out into the living room and sit down watching TV mindlessly. All of a sudden you hear the doorbell ring and you jump onto your feet, looking in the peephole you see him. There he is. Standing with his hands in his pockets and a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. His big. Muscular. Shoulder. 

You open the door after calming yourself down. “Long time no see.” you greet him, the tip of your ears go red, thankfully he can't see them because your hair covers them. “Didn't see ya there, doll, ‘t's been a while.” the scar on his lip twitching as he smirks. He takes you in, it's been a good year or two since he's seen you, you're wearing a top and a skirt but god does the top hug your curves and the skirt sitting just right stopping at your mid thigh. His Adam apple bobs as he swallows, “Mhm, it has” You smile curtly. Stepping to the side so he can come in. “Dads gone up to the shops to get something, I'm not sure when he’ll be back.” You continue, fiddling with your fingers. 

“Mm, that's fine, doll” He says, putting his duffel bag on the couch before he continues, “You look pretty, doll since the last time i've seen ya, you've grown a lot.” You feel your cheeks heat up in response, your heart thumping against your chest. Why were you feeling this way? You’re over your childhood crush on him..well you thought so at least. “I-Thank you.. You’re not so bad for an old man.” You play it off in a teasing voice, he lets out a laugh, “Old huh?” He grins, “Yeah, you're pushing 40 old man, be careful you might break your back tying your shoes.” You retort, His eye twitches “Yeah? You seem oddly flustered by this ‘old man’ hm? You think i dont notice you clenching your thighs together, doll?” He steps closer to you with a smirk that makes your little cunt throb with need.

“I-How’d you notice-” You gasp out, “You’re clenching your thighs together like a little slut.” You feel yourself gulp as he moves closer to you, his larger hand cupping your chin, tilting your face up to look into his green orbs.

This is wrong. You shouldn't be so turned on by his simple touch. You shouldnt be wanting to fuck your dads best friend. You shouldnt be craving Toji’s cock deep inside of you right now. His thick thumb thumbs at your bottom lip and without thinking you take his thumb into your mouth and suck on it sensually. Swirling the tip of your tongue around the tip is his thumb, you then move your tongue to the underside of his thumb as you suck hard. Toji grunts out a moan as he takes his thumb out of your mouth. “You little fuckin’ slut.” Is what you hear before he's crashing his lips onto yours. Hard. his tongue dominating your mouth making your back arch towards his body, his hands coming down to cup and squeeze your ass. His tongue greedily swallows the moans coming out of your throat, his tongue exploring the crevices of your mouth making you oh so wet. You were certain you were leaking down your thighs. 

“Jump.” He mutters against your lips, kissing you again and you do as he says, your legs wrapping around his large bulky waist. The scar on his lip rubbing against your mouth made you feel oh so turned on. He carries you to a bedroom. You don't know which bedroom he took you to. But you couldn't care right now. He shoves you on the bed and no he doesnt pull your top off. The man rips it off and throws your bra behind him and when he starts sucking on your breasts you can't help but gasp and moan pathetically. “T-toji-! A-ah!”, “Quiet doll. Needa hear when your dad opens the door so we don't get caught.” he grunts out, his free hand fondling your tit that's not getting his mouth's attention. Your back arches towards him making your tit go somehow further in his mouth. “P-please-!” you don't even know what you're begging for. “Please huh? What are you begging for, sweetheart?” He nibbles on your nipple making your hands fly to his hair and tug harshly on his scalp.

“Need you so baaaadd” You whimper out, grinding your wet little cunt pathetically on his chiselled torso. “Yer so fukin’ desperate, doll. Relax your little cunt.” He grunts out moving to assault your other tit with his tongue. You let out a pathetic whimper, your panties are drenched, your thighs are covered in your own slick from rubbing them together for friction and now Toji’s abdomen is soaked from you pathetically rubbing your cunt on him. Both your nipples drenched with his saliva, he nips his way down to your skirt and panties. “Careful doll. Yer drenching your dads bed. Wouldn't want him to find out about this would we?” He pulls your skirt off leaving you in your drenched panties. 

What. what. We’re not in the spare room or my old bedroom??!! Your heart rate picks up in panic. “T-toji- you didn't go to the spare room or my old room?? Are you crazy?? We need to not do this here or he’ll find out-” He cuts you off with a sharp slap to your clothed cunt. His large thumb presses gently on your clothed clit moving down to your hole he puts more pressure humming in satisfaction as your cunt opens; when all he's done was suck on your now sore boobs.

“Quit yer whining, girl.” He snarls, pushing his thumb into your clothed hole making you whimper harshly. “T-toji- need you- stop teasing. Puhlease!” You look down at him and he smirks. “Don't be a brat and tell me what to do.” He grunts out finally pulling your soaked, dripping panties down and the nasty man shoves it in his pocket. “Hey- my panties-ah!” he cuts you off by licking a stripe on your cunt. “‘M keeping it for later, you dont mind right, doll?” He says before sucking on your clit, his thick fingers circling your hole before he pushes in 2 fingers knuckle deep. You cry out at the sudden intrusion. He starts suckling on your clit as he pumps his fingers in and out of your puckered hole with a loud squelch with every thrust of his fingers. Your fingers grip at his hair tugging him closer to you, and god you moan so loud when the scar on his lip makes contact with you. Your eyes crossed and head back you don't realise he's sinking another finger into you before he starts thrusting 3 fingers in and out of your cunt rhythmically.

“To-oojjiii-! Ah! O-oh my god-! A-ah!” You grip his scalp, your manicured nails massaging him. He moans into your sopping cunt adding to your pleasure. His thick fingers stretch your cunt and you clench around him taking his thick fingers in. The stimulation of his tongue on his clit and his fingers curling to your g spot with every hit made you unexpectedly squirt all over his chin. “I-im shoorryy-!!! Aah!!” You squeal out and he pulls away. He pulls his pants down exposing his thick throbbing cock. 

You gape at his length dripping with precum. It's so big and thick. He jerks his cock making it twitch, “Don’t be so shocked, doll, don't tell me you can't take it, hm?” He teases, he rubs his leaking tip along your folds making you gasp. Resting his heavy length along your hot cunt has you panting. Your lips part around his thick, heavy cock welcoming him to sink inside of you. But he stays there for a bit, both of you panting, “P-please..need to feel you..” You whimper out looking at him with doe eyes. 

“For that ‘m gonna breed you.” That's the last thing you hear before he pushes his thick, long cock inside of you making your hands fly to his shoulders and gripping him with all your might as he sinks inside of you. He sinks in balls deep, his balls slapping against your ass as he’s got his entire cock inside of you. It kisses your cervix oh so perfectly. It's like you were made for him. He pulls his hips back then drives his hip back to hit your cervix, each thrust feels so deep. “A-ah! To-jii- O-oh my god- ah!” you babble mindlessly as he thrusts inside of you, every thrust to the hilt. He drags his cock almost out, tip remaining in your puffy walls then slamming them back to hit your cervix. Again. Again. And again. 

His tall broady frame leans over yours, taking your right leg and pushing it to your chest, his thigh goes over your other leg as a lewd plap! Plap! Plap! Is all you can hear besides your loud squelches your cunt makes. Your body’s tingling all over like electricity zapping all through your veins continuously, his thrusts are the only thing you can feel the pleasure making you cry out with every drag of his hips. His hand snakes down to your tummy where his big cock makes a bulge with every move of his hips. He presses down harshly making you scream out, dumb tears dripping down your face. His other hand lets go of your thigh and rubs harsh infinity circles on your clit making your legs shake at how much stimulation he's giving you.

“Yeah. that's it, girl, take it. Take it you fucking slut.” He grunts out his hips continuously slamming into yours faster and faster and faster. “T-tojii!! I’m coominnggg-a-ah!!” You scream out suddenly squirting all over him. His thighs and abdomen drenched in your wetness. With a grunt he fills you up with so much cum. It practically leaks out even with his cock filling you. All of a sudden as you're both panting you hear the door open, “Y/n! I’m home! Toji, i see your bag!” Your dad yells out announcing his presence and you both freeze. Your blood runs cold. No way. His footsteps around the house, “Hello? Where are you both?”, “Toji..” You whisper to him nervously. “Shit.” He mutters under his breath, Toji picks you up and kicks both of your clothes under the bed and goes in the closet. “Shut the door f’me doll.” He whispers into your ear, his breath fanning over your ear making you clench around his cock. Thankfully your dad had a dark blanket on so it wasn't noticeable and the window open. It worked in your favours surprisingly. 

He leaned his back next to the doors on the wall, your dads clothes right next to you both as your legs were wrapped around his waist, cock still inside of you and your arms wrapped around his neck. Toji starts thrusting harshly suddenly inside of you and you rush to cover your mouth to stop the moans pouring out of your mouth. Tojis hands grip your ass, spreading your cheeks and moving your hips slamming them down onto his cock and he thrusts his cock up into you making you clench your hand harder around your mouth to silence your moans. Toji bites your shoulder to keep himself quiet as well, your eyes flit next to you, the closet doors; they had shutters on them so you could see the bed..and if your dad walked in..but he couldn't see the both of you which was good! Right? It was really hard to stay quiet when Toji’s thick mushroom tip was kissing your womb making your legs shake around him.

Your tits flat against his hard pecs, bouncing up and down when his hips met yours harshly adding to both of your stimulations. “Y/n? Toji? Where are you both??” Your dad then opens the door, walking in and looking around his room, you tap Toji’s shoulder to warn him and if anything his thrusts get harsher. Making you fight so hard to stay quiet. Your dad for a minute looks at the closet, coming closer to it then stopping himself, “Maybe they went for a walk..” He mumbles, walking out and shutting the door sitting on the couch. You could tell by which direction his footsteps were walking and the sound of the TV turning on.

The hand that isn't gripping your mouth grips the back of Toji’s neck as he doesnt stop thrusting into you, your body heats up, the knot in your stomach tightening signalling your release is coming. Your walls clench around his cock basically choking his poor dick. Your hand lets go of your mouth, “T-to-ji! Ah-ah! I’m g-gonna- ah! Ah! Ah!” You rush to cover your mouth again, your slick and his cum from earlier dripping down yours and his legs. Suddenly the elastic band that's your release snaps and you cum hard. Your eyes roll back and shut, you feel like you're above heaven. White pleasure filling your veins as you shake all over.

“S-shit!” He moans out, filling you up with his come, your tummy bulging a bit from how much he filled you up. You're not even finished coming down from your high before his foot kicks the closet door open and he pulls out, putting you on the ground with your ass in the air and chest on the floor. “T-toji- what are you- annghh!” You couldn't even finish talking before he spanks your ass, spreading your cheeks apart. This big thumb goes over your ass hole. “What do ya think, doll? Reckon I can make it fit, hm?” his thumb circles your little hole and you gasp. “W-wait- oh!” He spits on your hole and runs his pointer finger through your soaked folds and sinks his finger into your ass.

You slap your palm on your mouth again as he fingers your ass open, it feels so weird but it felt so good at the same time. You're moaning against your hand, forgetting to put your pressure against your mouth as he fits a 2nd hand in, your ass wet from how much he's spitting on it to lubricate it. “Mm lets see if we can fit another finger, kay doll?”, “H-hurtttss Toj’” you whimper out, you push your cheek further into the ground when he slowly does, bucking your hips towards him. He jerks his cock with his free hand and takes his fingers out. “Ready, doll?”, “Y-yeah..” You brace yourself; ready to feel his member push into you. God you didn't expect it to feel this good. His big fat tip pushes slowly into your ass, spitting occasionally on your hole so it goes in easier. Your hand gripping your face so tightly to avoid screaming out. 

Slowly his entire cock is inside of you to the hilt, his balls against your puffy clit. He starts thrusting sloppily into your ass making your eyes cross. Toji reaches over you grabbing a vibrator? “Hid this here last week when i was over. Knew id fuck the shit out of you when id eventually see ya.” He grunts out as he turns it on to max speed and shoves it into your needy cunt making you drool dumbly on the floor. You try to crawl away from his merciless thrusts but when you try to he drags you back and thrusts so fucking hard you feel the air in your lungs leave.

The vibrator isn't helping you either as it buzzes inside of you, it has a compartment that vibrates your clit too which really doesn't help right now because you feel like squirting everywhere if you even could anymore. “That's it. Take it. Take all of it.” He grunts out his chest against your back, pinning you to the ground not like you could move anyway. Your body feels like it's zapping and on fire, the pleasure too intense. Your free hand that's not covering your mouth scratches at the carpet, your eyes shutting as the knot in your tummy is tightening for the third time and it's not even night. You're panting under your hand, your walls clenching around his cock and the vibrator. 

Suddenly you feel like you're higher than the sky. You're shaking. You can feel Toji’s cum filling up your ass with so much cum again. Your orgasm comes crashing down like a freight train as you squirt all over him again. Making your juices drip off the both of you. “Get dressed. We gotta act like nothing happened, kay doll?” His deep voice rings through your ears and you pout; “You ripped my clothes you brute!” Whisper shouting it and he gives you an innocent look, “Oops, not my fault you wore such a slutty outfit.” He retorts, pulling out of you but keeping the vibrator on low. “W-wait aren't you pulling it out-” “No. keep it in.” He cuts you off and slips his clothes on, leaving the room. What you didn't know was he could control the vibrator with his phone. Oh youre so fucked. But you didn't know that yet.

You slip your skirt on and bra and well.. Your tops.. Ripped. You open the door and tip toe to your childhood bedroom past your dad and now Toji on the couch, you go and look in your bag for some panties. Thank god you always bring extra panties. You slip them on and put on a top, fixing your dishevelled hair and you freeze suddenly. Did the vibrator just go faster? Oh god. You throb putting your hand over your mouth. What the fuck do you do?? You can't slip up around your dad.. 

You clear your throat and walk to the lounge room and greet your dad and Toji. “Oh dad you're home? Hi Toji” You smile, trying to hide the shaking in your voice. Your dad smiles, “Where were you?” “Oh-! I was out front and some lady needed my help with something.” You play off cooly and your dad nods his head, “Ah! That’s good, you’ve always been helping people. Isn't that right, Toji?” “Yeah, she's a good kid.” Toji nods and opens his phone. Oh he better not. You felt the vibrator go on level 3 and your ears heat up. Shit. you chew on your cheek and smile. “Do you want-uh- tea or anything?”, “Sure, sweetheart, Toji do you want anything?” Your dad turns to him and Toji throws you a little smirk making your cheeks flush. “Yeah why not”, “okay” You nod and go to the kitchen, turning the kettle on.

You gasp and cover your mouth as the intensity goes up 1? No 2? F-fuck no. 3. Levels. Your thighs clench together and you're pretty sure Toji’s cum’s still dripping onto your panties. Fuck. you're on level 6 and you feel like exploding. Your hands grip the edge of the counter trying to keep it together, your knuckles turning white. Shit. it turned up again?? This has to be level 7..yet..fuck. No you can't cum. Not now. The tea kettle dings that it's ready and you clench as hard as you can to keep yourself together. You struggle to get both cups and pour the hot water into the mugs. You get tea bags and put them in stirring it, you gasp loudly and cover your mouth. Fuck. level 8 by now. Shit. shit. Shit. its stimulating your clit and your cunt. Fuck. fuck. Fuck.

Maybe you could just cum then give them the tea? Shit no he wouldn't turn it off and you'd be overstimulated. And that makes you come quicker. Fuck what do you do?? Your heart thumps and your body feels hot all over. Shit. y/n. Give them the tea and say you gotta go to the bathroom. Yeah. you can do this. You grab both the mugs shakily and walk to them. Fuck Toji looks so good you wanna jump on him so bad and bounce on his dick. Shit you can't. “Here you g-go its d-done.” You try not to let the shaking get to your voice, “Thank you sweetheart” Your dad chimes, “Thank you, doll” Tojis deep voice rings out.

As you walk away, the level increases again making you jump slightly. Fucking hell you were going to kill Toji. “Where are you going? Spend time with us, ‘ts been a while since i've seen ya kid” Toji says, taking a sip of tea and smirking over at you. “I-i need to go to the bathroom. Then I will.” You then rush out to the bathroom leaning against the back of the door as the level finally hits 10. Shit. your hand covers your mouth and your free hand gropes your tit as you cum. Hard. all in your poor panties. Fuck. fuck the vibrator isnt slowling down either. You slink down and sit on the floor, your legs shaking as you wither in overstimulation. 

The door suddenly pushes open, you slide away from the impact; enough so Toji can step in. his menacing smirks all you can see and fucking hell it makes that knot tighten again in your core. “T-toji..” You let out breathily, “Hmm? Yer so worked up, doll” He picks you up and bends you over the sink, a mirror in front of both of you. He pulls your skirt up and moves your panties to the side. He pulls the vibrator out of you and shuts it off, he then slips his cock out of his sweats and sinks deep into your sloppy cunt. Your hand clamps over your mouth as his hand grips your hair and forces you to watch his hips slam into yours. 

The hand that's not gripping your hair moves to your throat and applies enough pleasure to make the corner of your vision slightly blur. Fuck. you weren't going to make it out alive. The worst part is Toji didn't even lock the door. You were both fucked if your dad gets suspicious and walks in. but right now you couldn't care less when Toji’s tip was bullying your cervix. He pushes your head closer to the mirror and one knee goes on the sink deepening his thrusts making your muffled moans go louder. Your body was tingling so good. All of a sudden the door opens and your dad stands there, mouth agape in shock and Toji stills inside of you.

“We need to fucking talk.”

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Masterlist<3

[cannibalizedlove]

jus stumbled on ur acc and IM IN LOVE I jus read the stalker!donnie fic and was wondering if there's a scenario where reader actually knew the entire time and is equally obsessed (basically self inserting LOL). but anyway idk if u write smut so maybe reader teases him abt it when they're having a lil makeout sesh in the couch and readers all like "its kinda hot" and says some crazy shit that makes donnie. whos as deep in the pool of obsession as you gets hellaaaa flustered EEEK I'm going crazy I fucking love donnie

Thank you for the request!! I think this is such a good idea, mutual obsession is just.. chef kiss. I hope you enjoy <3

The feelings mutual.

Information and warnings — smut!*, part twoish of “watching you”, male reader, donnie and reader being horny messes, donnie’s first time so you ruin him :((, reader being a kinky freak which is perfect for him, heavy corruption kink, donnie being a loser bottom bitch (affectionate). this is so long, i apologize ahh, i just love him so much.

You had been going with Donnie for about three months now, and you were infatuated with everything about him.

You loved hearing him talk about whatever new conspiracy theory he bought into, and you were always there to help him during his hallucinations.

Donnie was completely and utterly obsessed with you, he did everything for you. Even though you were perfectly capable of doing your homework, Donnie would always snatch it from your backpack and do it for you, he never let you lift a finger. It was crystal clear that you had him whipped.

Before the two of you got together, Donnie was just as obsessed with you. The huge perv was constantly watching you through your windows, following you home, and of course, stealing your underwear. What Donnie didn’t know is that you were completely aware of his stalking, and how you were completely turned on by it.

The two of you were sitting on his couch in the living room, his parents and siblings were out to dinner while Donnie was supposed to be at his therapy session with Dr. Thurman, but skipping it one time wouldn’t hurt, right? Seeing how you were like his medication, except you actually worked and didn’t just make him drowsy.

The two of you were watching a corny horror movie, you had already connected the dots and figured out who the killer was, though, it didn’t matter anyways because neither of you were paying attention. You were leaned against his warm body while Donnie was squeezing and touching every inch of you that he could grab.

You let out quiet moans as he began to kiss behind your ears and onto your collar bone, reaching up and softly running your hands through his short hair. The two of you had never gone farther than this before, and it was slowly killing Donnie.

He needed you more than he needed air, you were the most angelic thing he had ever seen, he wanted nothing more than to ruin your pure image.

“Donnie, I know a lot about you.” You softly spoke, your words interrupted by little moans and laughs when his lips would tickle your neck.

“Yeah? Like what, angel?” Donnie smiled against your skin, drawing invisible circles on your exposed skin.

“I know that you have extensive knowledge on time travel.. and that your favorite cartoon is The Smurfs..” You chuckled at the last part, earning a playful eye roll from the boy and a gentle push; “..and I also know that you like to steal my underwear.” You finished your sentence by grabbing his jaw.

Donnie instantly froze and his heart sank into his stomach. His eyes were wide and he swallowed thickly before coming up with a lie on the spot.

“I don’t know what you mean, I wouldn’t do that.. That’s a total invasion of your privacy!” He began to breathe heavily, he felt like an animal caught in a cage with no way out.

“Oh, and you would never invade my privacy, right? You would never follow me home.. or sit by my window and watch me?” You had moved positions from laying on him to now straddling him sitting on his lap. You drew out your words softly into his ear, feeling him shake from anxiety.

Donnie knew he couldn’t lie his way out of this, he knew he was caught, and he was terrified. Was this the end? Were you completely disgusted with him and you were just stringing him along to hurt him? He couldn’t believe that, you were too sweet, too perfect, he didn’t want to lose you over his uncontrolled attraction to you.

“Do you.. hate me.. for it?” Donnie looked up at you with glossy eyes, trying to swallow his fear but failing miserably.

You couldn’t keep playing with him like this, you didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but you couldn’t help but find him attractive with his quivering voice and worried eyes.

“Oh, Donnie.. I could never hate you.” You lifted his chin to hold eye contact with him, and ran your free hand through his hair. “If anything,” You paused, letting his jaw go, and leaning forward, leaving your lips just an inch away from his.

“It’s kinda hot.” You finished your sentence, pushing your lips into his with a hard kiss, leaving Donnie completely surprised.

He couldn’t believe it, he was afraid of you being horrified of him, yet here you were making out with him because of it. Donnie knew he wouldn’t be able to hide the tent that was growing in his pants.

The kisses were only broken by the loud moans that left both of your mouths, the two of you couldn’t get enough of each other. You began to grind down on his crotch, pulling on his hair. Donnie bit down on your lip, resulting in a sharp moan from you. He latched onto your neck, attacking it with bites and wet kisses. You were in complete bliss, the only things you could think about were Donnie’s teeth pulling on your skin and his hand creeping up to your throat.

Donnie pulled away, placing his hand on your throat harshly. Both of your lips were swollen, and Donnie’s face was completely flushed, he smiled as he watched you pant like a dog, and he began to palm you through your jeans that had become 2 sizes to small, enjoying every moan that you cried out.

You looked incredible like this, he thought, your eyelashes wet from the tears that welled up from Donnie’s painful bites, your hair completely unruly, falling perfectly infront of your face, every bit of your sight was driving him crazy. It honestly amazed him how he was able to keep himself from ripping every bit of fabric off of you and making you cry, but Donnie didn’t wanna scare you off; so he kept his composure, at least this time he would.

You began to roll your hips into his hand that had a tight grip on your painfully hard bulge, moaning loudly into his open mouth, holding onto his wrist of the hand that was on your throat, causing him to squeeze ever so slightly harder. You felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough, you needed to feel him.

“Please.. Donnie.” You said breathlessly with your eyes screwed shut. Donnie didn’t know if this was real or a hallucination, he had thought about this moment every time he masturbated with your stolen underwear, but now that it was actually happening, he felt wildly intimidated.

“I’ve never.. I’ve never done this before.” Donnie halted his movements, hanging his head low in embarrassment, worrying that the fact he was still a virgin would turn you off; only to find out that it made you want him ten times more, if that was even possible.

“That’s okay.. I can teach you, I promise.” You grabbed his chin, lifting it back up to your gaze, watching his already red face turn brighter.

Donnie nodded wildly, biting the inside of his cheek as he watched you stand up in front of him, taking your jeans off. He swore that if you looked hard enough, you could see a pool of drool forming at the corner of his mouth. When you had finally gotten your jeans off, which felt like years to the poor horny mess, you sat back down on his lap, kissing his forehead gently.

You gestured to Donnie to lift his arms up, and he instantly followed the command, lifting his arms up and swallowing thickly as you took his shirt off. Your lips ghosted over his as you ran your hands down his chest, taking note of how he bucked his hips subconsciously when you ran a finger over his nipple.

“We can start off simple, is that okay?” You smiled sweetly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, watching his every movement to make sure you didn’t cause him any discomfort. “Yeah.. yeah that’s okay.” Donnie said, completely out of breath, his hard on becoming increasingly more painful.

You brought his hand down to your bulge once again, giving him a soft kiss as he circled your tip through your boxers. “You can take them off — please, take them off.” That simple command was all it took for him to completely rip off your plaid boxers, exposing your dripping cock to the cold air of the boys house. Donnie gripped you instantly, running his thumb over your slit with a half swallowed moan escaping his mouth.

“Fuck, Donnie..” Your face was buried in the nape of his neck, kissing it every once in a while to try and stifle your increasingly louder groans. Donnie had his free hand on the back of your head, holding you close to the sweet spot behind his ear you kept attacking. “You’re so fucking pretty..” He cried while continuing to work your length, he could feel his own pre completely soaking through his underwear. You began to roll your hips once again, feeling like you were on cloud nine, but just before you could come undone in his hand, he pulled away, holding your waist tightly.

“Can I.. you know…” Donnie whined, despite the fact that he had the nerve to stalk you, and break into your home, he couldn’t bring himself to utter the words ‘fuck you’, it was pathetically adorable.

You chuckled and nodded your head, kissing his cheek before sitting on your knees and helping Donnie remove his jeans. Something about you doing everything for him, and teaching him how to fuck you was deliciously exciting to him. He loved the idea of him being completely tainted by you, even if he had originally dreamed of the roles being reversed. With his jeans now removed, you kissed him one final time before curling a finger in his waistband, pulling his boxers down to his ankles.

Donnie looked away bashfully, his length twitching quickly, leaking pre like a hose. You bit your lip, taking a mental photo for use later. You hovered over him, holding his hard cock tightly as you lined it up with your hole.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly, kissing the top of his head, making sure that he was ready to be taken like this. Donnie whined out in frustration, he was never good with patience and it was on full display here. You laughed at his needy response, and slowly began to sink down onto his dripping length. Donnie instantly threw his head back, grabbing your waist and digging his short nails into your skin. Your mouth hung open, sinful noises filled the room from the both of you as you bottomed out onto him.

Donnie’s eyes began to water from the sheer pleasure, and he held you like his life depended on it. It took you a second to adjust to his size, but you started slowly moving up and down, making Donnie completely loose it. His quiet demeanor was totally lost at this point, nothing but whines, cried out moans, and loud “fucks”, and “please’s” left his mouth. Nothing filled his mind except the feeling of you wrapped around him, and your pretty facial expressions. The poor boy was totally overwhelmed, fat tears began to fall from his eyes as he got closer to his climax.

The sight was enough to push you over the edge, he looked completely wrecked, and it was a gorgeous sight. You pushed yourself forward, latching onto his lips and grabbing his face tightly, his tears transferring onto your cheeks as you kissed. You became undone onto both of your chests, thick ropes covering Donnie’s frail body. Donnie broke the kiss with a loud cry, hitting his climax and losing himself inside of you. He held you tightly to his body as he pumped you full.

After a few moments of silence, that let both of you gain your composure, you let out a breathy laugh, kissing your fucked out boyfriend all over his face. You watched as his chest heaved up and down as he blinked tightly, trying to regain all of his senses. Donnie kissed your lips softly, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle hug.

“Hey.. how did you know all that stuff? Have you like.. done this before?” Donnie said, a thick sense of jealousy flowing through every word.

“No, I just watch a lot of porn.” You chuckled, a devilish smile running across your face.

Donnie let out a breathless moan as he flipped you onto your back, just the idea making him ready for a round two.

[iwouldfightforfrenchie]

Gif by: @iheartcrawford

Kevin Moskowitz x female!reader smut

Hate sex with The Deep

Tw: Smut, p in v, insults, blowjob and Kevin being the dumbass he is.

(Also this is my first smut and english isn't my first language so please don't be too harsh on me😭.)

Inspired by: @vaporwavebeach-writes, this fanfiction (By the way I love their writings so go check their profile!)

You hated him, you hated his dumb smile and his dumb laugh. He was so fucking annoying. So when you heard about the dolphin incident you were more than furious. How could this dumbass do something like that?! He was part of The seven for god's sake. You decided to have a talk with him. Like any normal person... a talk right?

He was there sitting in The seven's room eating chocolate and watching the news. Once he heard the door open he looked behind him and saw you. "I think you're the last person I wanna see" he said. "Because you think I'm happy?" You said as you sat on the table and turned off the TV. "Common I was watching-" you cut him off. "Seriously. A fucking dolphin!?", he looked down. "I can't deal with you anymore! Why are you so fucking stupid all the time?!" You shout. "Because I wanted to save the dol-", "What in your tinny little brain can't you understand when Ms Stillwell tells you no?!" He sighed, "I was thinking-", "you didn't think at all, all you do is bring me and The Vought company problems."

He gets up from the chair. "Hey, I'm the reason you have a job! you should be grateful and keep your mouth shut!" You push him back in the chair. "And what?! Let you continue your fucking bullshits!", you looked at him angry. "I-it's not bullshit." He turned red for a second.

"And what is it?" you scoled. "It's uh-it's..." His breath got caught in his troath. Why was he so red, why was he sweating why did he like it? You were screaming at him about how dumb he was and all he could think about is how he'd like you to scream his name instead. "-vin kevin! Hey I'm talking to you! Do you hear me!?" Kevin looked at you confused. He was so flustered that he didn't hear a word you said. "I'm sorry..." You looked at him, "you're so fucking pathetic!", you stepped closer to him and blocked him in the chair with your arms placed at his sides. He was so red and before he couldn't even say something he felt something going down under. His pants tightened as your chest was right at his eyes level.

You cutt him off "are you fucking eyeing me! I'm fucking scolding you and that's all you do? You're disgusting!", disgusting? He would've found that insulting moments ago but right now, this word made him feel so hot and bothered. "Are you having a fucking boner!?"

All he could do was look at you wih his big annoying puppy eyes and his red cheeks.

You get off of the table and open a drawer as he looks at you confused. You turn around a condom in you hand. "If you can't understand words maybe I can fuck some sense into you!" His mouth drop as he looked at you in pure shock getting even redder (if it's physically possible). He stared at you while you dropped on your knees and started opening his belt completely at loss for words.

You pushed his underwear away and looked at his cock. No wonder why the man had an ego this huge. He did have something in his pants. You took it in your hands and just with a stroke he started moaning like a bitch in heat, you chuckled. "For a superhero you don't look that strong right now."

"Shut u-aaaah!"

He moaned as you licked the tip. You start to push the tip in your mouth before taking him all slowly meanwhile he was screaming your name and clenching at his sides. You started going up and down on him, and saying he was moaning would be a lie. He was literally screaming. He rolled his eyes back as he felt your mouth around him. Just a few more pressure of your tongue are enough to make him cum in your mouth. White sticky liquid all over your tongue and lips as he was whimpering and breathing rapidly. You grab the condom and open it with your teeth before putting it around his cock. He whimpers your name again and again like a brocken record as you slowly take off your bottom and your underwear tossing them aside.

"You better make it quick you asshole." You say as he nods and gulp. You place your legs on either side of him and start going down on his dick while he is moaning. "Ohh please -please-yes!" You wrap your arms around him to catch yourself and start riding him.

He felt like he was in heaven, he never wanted this to end, sure he had sex before, but he had never felt this... Great. While you were talking dirty oh so dirty to him. "You fucking douchebag. All you do is-ah fail your work. You're so fucking dum-aah-ahh-umb you can't do anything right! You're just a little baby! With no intelligence! Aahh!" You started to trust your hips faster and harder his tip kissing your cervix at every trust and a hot feeling getting in your head until you were both a pile of sweat and two body stuck to each other both breathing heavily and moaning.

"Aah-I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! Please please!-", he said his voice breaking. "Just cum you dumb bitch. Fucking cum the same time as me." You both started screaming finally hitting your climax, Kevin filled up the condom as all your juice wetted the table. He didn't have the time to touch you that you were already off of him cleaning yourself.

He tried to catch his breath as you looked back at him fixing your bra. "You should clean the table, wouldn't like anyone to know. Oh and by the way. Don't mention this. ever again."

He nodded as you leaved. And when he was finally alone he muttered 'damn, I'm in love with her...'.

Might make a part two

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[tonberry-yoda]

Off Guard - Toji Fushiguro

notes - I don't want to be a mother, but the urge to write a fluffy parent fic hits sometimes, and I have been brainrotting for an AU where Toji is a good dad and a good husband. Also this is the first time I'm writing for Toji <3 Glad I can spawn in every once and a while to drop something :) Hope you are all well !! word count - 788 genre - fluff

It was strange to see Toji’s soft side. Even though the two of you were married and he had been the little spoon on more than one occasion, it was still rare to see him smile and become a big ball of fluff.

But after you had Megumi, it was getting less and less rare.

You were seeing the love of your life fall in love all over again with another part of you. Another part of the both of you. In his big hands that were able to kill, he held Megumi as if he were going to break. He would press little kisses onto his forehead and even read him bedtime stories.

It was a side of Toji that was new, but so easy to love.

He claimed that he wouldn’t care much for being a father and even told you that he would probably end up doing the bare minimum, but you knew it was a lie. He was scared, and to be honest, you were too. Fear melted, however, when you saw your baby’s face for the first time and Toji cry at your side. You knew immediately that he was going to be the best father ever, even if his insecurity of being a dad got in the way.

Toji would leave quite a bit. It was because of work, obviously, so it didn’t bother you. But eventually, it did start to bother you. As Megumi got older, he began to miss his father and you began to worry more and more about him. You knew that Toji was strong, but he was in a line of work that could get him killed. You weren’t prepared for it to be just you and Megumi, even though most of the time, it already was.

“Toji,” you whispered when Toji had gotten home late, crawling into bed next to you. “Do you ever miss me during the day?”

Toji wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to the back of your ear. “You’re supposed to be asleep.”

“Answer the question.”

“Of course I do.”

You turned to face him and he tipped your chin up. You could barely see him in the dark room, but you knew you were looking into his eyes. “Of course I miss you.”

“What about Megumi?”

“Always.”

You felt his lips meet yours in a passionate kiss, but you still felt off. Toji stopped kissing you and cupped your cheek.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I’m worried about you.” You heard Megumi shuffle in his crib and you lowered your voice.

“Worried? Why?” Toji whispered.

“What if one day… you don’t come home?” You could feel yourself tearing up, but you didn't want to cry, especially if Megumi heard you.

“y/n,” Toji held you to his chest and you felt yourself relax. He was so warm, “I will always come home.” He kissed you on the forehead and you smiled, falling asleep shortly after.

You trusted Toji. After that, you knew he would keep his promise, and just like he said, he always came home. He began to bring home flowers or little toys for Megumi, and he started feeling more present, even though he was gone just the same.

On his days off, he would care for Megumi and let you relax. He would play with him in the backyard or color with him in the house and you would watch from afar with a smile painting your lips.

You fell in love with those boys so hard that sometimes it was hard to just watch.

Once, when Toji was showing Megumi how strong he was by lifting your son only with his bicep, you stepped outside, letting the cool summer breeze hit your hair. You walked to Toji and Megumi – who were non stop giggling –  and you pressed a kiss onto Toji’s cheek. Somehow, he got flustered and looked at you in shock. You smiled at him and he tucked his own hair behind his ear with his free hand. You giggled and pointed to Megumi, who looked like he was going to fall at any moment, and Toji cursed under his breath and helped Megumi, letting the boy crawl onto his back.

His attention quickly turned back to you, though, and he pulled you in for a kiss. You both ignored Megumi trying to pull out his father’s hair in the process and instead focused on Toji’s arm wrapping around your waist and the small, “I love you,” that escaped him before he went into the house to make lunch.

You stood in the grass barefoot and watched the golden sun set. Everything felt right and you knew it was going to stay this way.

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[bbokicidal]

I cant believe im finally sending this ask because i was hypnotized by ur pfp for the last 10 mins and omgggg that virgin minho is making me really really REALLLLLY look forward to Wednesday when we get to see virgin bin 😫 HOWEVER.... im trusting u with this thought bc,, i need u to see the vision......

Virgin skz ....

Chan: absolutely admits outloud that hes a virgin and is proud abt it 💀 u gotta suck his dick behind the bleachers rq

Min: u already wrote him but hes so hooooot

Bin: coming soon 👀

I feel like hyune is the type to wait for his 'true love' and make it all sweet and soft and then the second time u have sex hes fucking like a porn star bc hes pent up 😭. Han is shy and nervous but he wont. Stop. Staring. At you like fr and its a sexy stare too gdjsjjs. I think u alr wrote virgin lix and it was 💯 fr. Virgin mong mong.... listen he acts like hes not a virgin but u know its a straight up lie bc hes shaking when u so much as brush his arm 😭. Omg and innie....confident virgin. U try to make fun of him for it and hes like "oh yeah? Well i wont be one if u just fuck me already" LIKE BOYYYY

im handing the mic over tho,, what do u thing abt virgin skz 👀 🎤

okay lots to unpack here hehe - first off, isn't my pfp so sexy? (it gets a lot less sexy when u click my profile and it says googey under it LOLOL)

second - ty for trusting me w this thought omgggg!! okay lemme write out some lil blurbs for the boys...

virgin!chan : absolutely not ashamed of it. genuinely think he would be the type to be like "yeah im a virgin, what about it" like he doesn't think its a big deal, he doesn't get why people feel ashamed or pressured into having sex at a younger age. he also doesn't really get why being labeled a virgin is a bad thing. it's just a word. (but like he will absolutely get sooooo shy when he asks you to suck his dick for the first time)

virgin!minho : just wrote it but I wanted to add that I think he hides his virginity by being so openly touchy w you like he CANNOT keep his hands off your waist honey sorry not sorry.

virgin!binnie : can't spoil anything bc I'm writing him Wednesday but I will let you in on a little secret : he's a whimperer.

virgin!hyunjin : he absolutely will wait for the one. like he genuinely wholeheartedly believes in true love and he wants to wait til he finds that person to do anything, and he's like. not ashamed of it either. he's never felt pressured to do it before or felt guilty for not being experienced. he's just excited for that day to come, whenever it comes.

virgin!jisung : I think he's such a flustered baby when it comes to you directly confronting him or calling him hot or something. like he'll be practicing choreography and you'll go "ooooh, jisuuuung~" while fanning yourself and he'll have to step out because he can't breathe from your reaction. but the staring? oh absolutely, babe. he's got a bad habit of like. sitting and staring at you while you're talking with the group. but the longer he stares, his head starts to tip down and his eyes get a bit dark, and he's staring now bc he's imagining what you look like all blushy and sweating and moaning-- (aka horny virgin)

virgin!Felix : yeah p sure I wrote this but one thing to add; I genuinely don't think you would ever be able to tell if lix is a virgin or not because he's a massive fucking loser in a sexy ass body and he's a constant flirt. he makes flirtatious jokes, winks, sticks his tongue out, body rolls, is touchy - he's literally just horny with emotion for everyone so you wouldn't even be able to tell he's never stuck his dick in anything other than his own hand.

virgin!seungmin : oh I have thoughts. I'll make it short but I think Seungmin's the type of virgin to like. not make it known that he's inexperienced but he does get a little shy when the others bring up him being a cutie and being inexperienced and yada yada. but in front of you? he's playing it cool and never bringing it up. also - yes. def the type to get a little shy and flustered any time you touch him. (do you remember that video of Hyunjin getting all shy when (can't remember who it was) the lady touched his arm and he like curled up where he was standing and was all giggly? that type of shy hehehe)

virgin!jeongin : slut. no other words needed.

[ashomodeus]

How the OM bros + Dateables react to walking in on M!Mc in just a towel after a shower.

Notes: Bad grammar, I haven't written in 2 years, I'm rusty. Though the Mc in obey me is gender neutral, or advertised as such, I just wanted to write about a M!Mc. Probably smut warning. Milking mentioned and other kinks as well, probably. Sorry, it's all over the place. I'm writing this with a killer migraine and whilst at work. Consider this an I'm backkkk. PLEASE SEND REQUEST IM SO UNORIGINAL. Or even send a request on a full story of one of these scenarios.

Part 1: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi

Part 2: Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie

Part 3: Solomon, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon

I would like to thank Beyonce for everything...

Solomon

● Honestly he had no idea why he wanted to visit Mc. It was just an urge. He didn't see Mc anywhere so he walked into Mc’s room. That's when he saw Mc was infact just wearing a towel.

● Mc stared at Solomon confused. Solomon normally knocks because he has common sense. Solomon stared at Mc. Solomon stared at Mc's body. water drops racing down his body. "You dropped something." Solomon teased. "I did not-" As Mc tried to answer Solomon used his powers to drop the towel. Solomon grinned. Mc is trying to cover his body back up but Solomon reassures him. "Don't you worry, I'm admiring." Solomon decided to take off small parts of his uniform.

●No need for him to be fully clothed as well. This attention and Solomon undressing has gotten Mc's throbbing cock just twitching for action.

● Since they're finally alone... Solomon grabs Mc.

●He knew Mc would have just been getting out of the shower by now. This is why there was a sense of urgency to find Mc. It all clicked for him.

●"Why don't we take advantage of this empty room... though if they want to watch they can."

Diavolo

● Diavolo was trying to ask Mc a quick question (Hiding from Barbatos). He opens the door and sees Mc in a towel. His first thought was 'how can a human look this good' but then he realized how rude it was to stare.

●"Mc do you mind if I stared at you" Mc was flustered by the question. He turned his head away from Mc but as soon as he heard a shy no I don't mind he whipped his head around.

●Diavolo sat on the bed and Mc sat on the bed with him. Mc asked what Diavolo needed and Diavolo was trying to think of an excuse but he couldn't think of anything besides "I just wanted to see you" Which wasn't completely a lie. Mc's face got a little red as he realized he has just a towel on infront of the prince.

● Diavolo could sense that embrassed feeling and stated. "There's no need to be shy if anything I'm the one who's being shy." Diavolo laughed as he took off his shirt. Mc was mesmerized by Diavolos muscles. Reaching out to touch them but freezing right before. Diavolo grabbed Mc’s hand and placed it on his pants. That's when Mc realized Diavolo was extremely hard.

●"Look at the problem we have both created" Diavolo teased.

● Guess Barbatos is going to be waiting a WHILE

Barbatos

● Barbatos was invited over and he wanted to see Mc. As he got to Mc's door he realized the possibility of Mc freshly out of the shower but he shook his head before entering Mc’s room. Of course Barbatos was right. He stared at the toweled Mc and closed the door. Mc hasn't noticed Barbatos yet. The shower Mc took was a steamy shower and now he is all hot and bothered. Mc drops his towel and turns around he saw Barbatos and panicked.

●Barbatos was enjoying the show as Mc struggles to grab the towel. "Is there a problem MC?"  Barbatos walks over and picks up the towel. He folds it neatly and put it in the bed. "I can always help you with your problem" Barbatos would like nothing more than to service Mc.

●He's thought about this scenario a million times. He kisses Mc on the Neck and Kissed down his body. Once he got to Mcs cock he had no problem beginning to fuck his own throat.

●Dispite knowing a lot already about humans. He only really ever wanted to please Mc.

Simeon

● Was wandering around HoL. Just doing some research. (Looking at what trauma could he use to write his next book) He walked into Mc’s room. Angels get curious too. He saw Mc in a towel and they both made direct eye contact. Simeon's face turns bright red as he rushes out. He stands outside of Mc's door and for a moment his mind thinks about what is under the towel.

●All week Mc tries to get Simeon in that same position. Mc has taken a liking to the angel. Simeon has tried to forget that day even happened. Unfortunately, his curiosity is getting the better of him. Every. Other. Thought. Is Mc, in that towel.

●Simeon even touches himself to the thought of just feeling Mc and touching them.

●Enough is Enough exactly a week later at the same time Simeon walks in on Mc. This time Mc is laying on the bed with the towel just lightly covering his cock. Simeon closes the door and locks it.

●"I need to show you how much you have tempted me"

[httpsdana]

Can you write 136 with Jude please 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Heartbeat~Jude Bellingham

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

haven't wrote for Jude in a long time. I'm not gonna lie I can't look at him the same way because he plays for madrid. I mean I still love him but def not the same way

you can request from my prompt list

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players/drivers I write for

136-"Can you feel my heart beating that fast for you?"

"finally. we can relax for a while now" y/n said as soon as she stepped into her apartment with Jude in Madrid.

She was with him during the tour, flying alone because Jude was flying with his team, and sleeping in the same hotel as him. Her flight and Jude's arrived at the same time, so they went hone together

"that was one tiring tour" Jude said slamming the door behind him

"if you lost 3-0 to barça then it definitely is" she smirked, still rubbing it in his face

She was a die hard barça fan, and she couldn't deny the disappointment she felt when Jude told her he was joining the rival team, but she was still happy for him nevertheless and would support him all the way.

"it was because you were wearing a barca jerseyn it brought us bad luck" Jude replied, making her chuckle

"I don't think so. I just think we are the better team" she shrugged, making Jude smile

It was their way of joking. Making fun of each others teams, none of them would ever get mad at the other because of that.

"if you had the number 5 on your back, it would've motivated me so much and maybe I would've scored who knows" he pulled her closer, putting his arms around her waist

"I think the number 9 looked better on me no?" she teased, putting her arms around his neck

Of course she wasn't going to wear a Pedri or Gavi jersey and make her boyfriend jealous, so the Lewandowski jersey sounded good, plus he was one of the players she grew up watching

"nah the 5 would've been better" he leaned closer, pressing his lips on her forehead

"you're lucky I love you too much. or else I would've broke up with you long time ago" she joked, putting her head on his chest

Jude felt his heart skip a beat at her words. He still got nervous everytime she confessed her love to him, even though she has been doing it for a long time now

"Can you feel my heart beating that fast for you?" Jude said, as soon as she placed her head against his heart

"mhm you're cute" she mumbled, hearing his heartbeat speed up even more at her compliment

She smiled widely, looking up at him, watching his flustered face with his boyish grin. Something she loved about him was that he wouldn't hide the fact that he was blushing and was affected by her words

He leaned in, closing the distance between them by placing his lips on hers. A soft deep kiss that lasted a few seconds, before they pulled away and decided it was time to unpack their stuff.

[cookiekissers]

finding an active crk x reader blog in 2024 is like finding an oasis in the desert 🙏🙏🙏 im not sure if you do multiple characters, but if you do, could i please request lilac, licorice and mango x nb/gn!goth!reader? if you dont do multiple, you can just pick whoever you feel like writing. thank you!!!

[Lilac & Licorice x Nonbinary!Goth Reader]

I'm glad I can be an oasis for all the cookie lovers out there <3 And I was unsure if Mango Cookie was a child or an adult so I left him out on this one. Hope that's ok!

Licorice Cookie

Honestly? Licorice Cookie loves that you're goth and secretly admires your style. He thinks that when you're both side by side, you look like a couple and you fit each other perfectly. Licorice Cookie will even make you new outfits and accessories and gift them to you, saying that it's not really a big deal, and he just had some spare time so he threw something together and it "happened" to fit you perfectly. Don't read too much into it! But he'll wait with bated breath for your reaction, hoping that you'll like it. And if you do, he's over the moon. But if you also compliment Licorice he might just short circuit and need to lie down for a little while. He just thinks you're so cool and wants your attention!

Lowkey he's a bit intimated by you, not in a fearful way, more of a "they're so cool oh god I hope they think I'm cool too" kind of way. If you wear make up, Licorice will want to help you put it on occasionally. It gives him an excuse to stare at you for as long as he wants, but he will quickly get flustered and has to look away. And if you are the type to wear lipstick, better keep an eye on it because Licorice will swipe it when you're not looking. It was an impulse decision, and his heart is going wild just thinking about how this lipstick has touched your lips... he wants to put it on, and make it an indirect kiss. But Licorice gets too embarrassed, and he can't go through with it. Later he'll put it back in you make up kit, bag, or wherever he sure you'll find it.

Licorice Cookie writes about you in his diary frequently, drawing hearts around both of your initials together. He has a full blown crush on you.

Lilac Cookie

At first Lilac Cookie didn't think much of you, but you somehow always managed to sneak up on him or spot him. He was puzzled because he was very skilled at concealing himself. Lilac Cookie ended up confronting you about how you were able spot him so easily, and you surprised him by pointing out that because of how brightly colored he is, he kind of sticks out. Lilac Cookie admittedly, was a little annoyed at this, since he didn't stop to think about it, and usually his scent is what gave him away the most. He will go on to darken the clothing he wears when he's trying to sneak around, or cover himself with a dark cloak.

Lilac Cookie will begin to hang around you, as from your first conversation, he became intrigued by you. He does like your fashion sense, and he doesn't say it out loud, but he finds it alluring.

Lilac Cookie will check up on you from time to time, and if you invite him to hang out, he'll oblige. For most of the date hangout, he will just listen to you talk. He doesn't mind. For Lilac, actions speak louder than worse.

At some point you gift Lilac a gothic accessory, he thanks you for it and accepts the gift, but says that he's usually not into "flashy" jewelry (he'll say this even if its the least flashy kind of accessory) and won't be able to wear it. But he does. He TOTALLY does. Lilac wears the gift you got him all the time and doesn't take it off. He tries to keep it concealed so there's no chance it gets stolen or accidentally falls off. Truly, any gift from you is a treasure to him.

[lov3m3darling]

Apple of my Eye (Obsessed!Wally Darling x Short!Reader) Pt. 3

Oh boy, here I go writing again >:3

Anyways, to everyone who has supported this or left a nice comment, just know I would die for you 💙

After this, I'm thinking of writing something for Howdy. There isn't nearly enough fics on here about our favorite bug boi 💚🐛 it might just be some HCs but I gotta do something for him cause now I ALSO have a lil crush on him ;-; he's so tall and he's got all those arms for huggin! I kinda also wanna make an OC to ship with him. I was thinking maybe a snail who works at the Bugdega with him. I just really like snails, I have 2 of them as pets 🐌❤️

Anyway, on with this fic. Enjoyyy!

!!!(TW: obsessive behaviors, jealousy, eye imagery)!!!

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The next day, you got up with more enthusiasm than usual. You decided on a nice light breakfast of (fav fruit) so you could save your appetite for lunch with Wally.

Oh boy, there you went thinking about him again...

After last night, you couldn't seem to get him out of your mind. Even when you finally managed to fall asleep, you dreamt of him.

Dreams of more dates, of gentle kisses as you watched the sunset, of cuddles and movies and snacks under a cozy blanket...

What was happening to you? You were positive you'd never been so lovesick before...

It was even hard for you wait until lunchtime that day. Instead of your usual hobbies to pass the time, you found yourself staring at the clock and fidgeting. You tried to keep yourself busy, but couldn't seem to focus on any of the books or tv shows you tried to watch. It all just came back to the agonizingly slow ticking of the clock on the wall.

But finally...FINALLY it was time to start getting ready, and you practically jumped off the couch to get started.

Eventually you stood in your kitchen, waiting for Wally to arrive. Not a hair out of place, not a single wrinkle in your clothing, and not a clue what you would do when he actually showed up. Wally always seemed to fluster you, and you didn't want to be fumbling over yourself on a date with him, of all things! What would he think?!

Your anxious thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Taking a deep breath, you made your way as gracefully as possible to the door to answer it.

And there he was. Wearing a red suit and holding a very colorful bouquet of flowers in his hands, he smiled at you with that calm expression he always seemed to have.

"(Y/n), you look..."

Oh heavens...there it was again, that warmth within him. You looked absolutely, positively, wonderfully....

"Perfect..." he breathed, his eyes taking in your full form. He realized after a few beats that he was staring, and shifted his eyes up to your blushing face instead.

You shyly looked down at your shoes and squirmed under his gaze.

"Ah, golly...stop it or I'll melt. You look breathtaking in a suit too, Wally..."

You could absolutely cut the romantic tension with a knife at this point, it hung so heavily in the air. Suddenly, Wally remembered the flowers.

"Oh, I got you these! I can't lie, they were Barnaby's suggestion...I don't know much about dates. I've never been on one before"

He held them out to you, and you took them catefully, your fingers brushing his for a moment. You glanced at each other and then bashfully looked away again.

"They're gorgeous! I-I better get them in a vase so they last a long time! I'll only be a moment.."

Wally came in to wait while you rummaged in the kitchen cabinet for a nice vase to put your flowers in.

Looking around your living room, he noticed a few pictures hung up of you with some people he didn't recognize...including a man you seemed particularly close with.

His eye twitched.

"Say, (y/n), who are these fine folks in these pictures with you?"

"Hm? Oh! Those are some of my friends back home!"

thisisyourhome

"Yeah, shame I can't see them as much anymore. But we still call often!"

don'ttalktothem

You came back to the living room, having found a suitable vase for the flowers and displayed them on your kitchen table. You noticed Wally looking at one picture in particular and smiled.

"Ah, that's me and my cousin! That was a fun summer..."

Suddenly, the anger clouding Wally's mind evaporated. He realized his stare was about to break the glass of the picture frame, and he looked away, straightening his tie and smiling at you.

"Well, I'm sure living here will give you plenty new memories to hang on the wall"

You nodded.

"I'm sure it will, too. Hey, I'll grab my camera and maybe you and I can take one!"

A picture with him? To hang on your wall?

Though Wally had no heart, he was almost positive he felt one skip a beat in his chest as he thought about you displaying him among your closest friends and family. Was he really that important to you?

He watched you pack your camera away in the basket, and picked it up before you could. You looked up at him questioningly, but he just smiled and offered you his arm.

"I'll carry it. Come on, there's a lot to see!"

Wally brought you all around town, pointing out spots of interest and naming off which neighbors lived in which houses. Several of them were outside as you went by, and you got to meet them finally.

Julie was absolutely ecstatic to meet you! She gave you a lovely yellow flower from her garden and offered to come over and do your hair one day.

Frank was cold at first, but when you complimented his bowtie and expressed interest in the book he was reading, he warmed up and said you could come by for book discussion and tea anytime.

Alternatively, Barnaby was warm immediately! He was proud to see his best buddy on a date with such a pretty and polite new neighbor, and he told you some of his best jokes. And it was nice to meet the guy who gave Wally all that date advice!

Howdy was outside sweeping when you came by, and shook your hand with 2 of his. When he learned of your plans to have a picnic, he gave you a couple of the cookies he had just gotten in stock. On the house! And told you to come by the shop anytime you needed anything.

Eddie wasn't at the post office, but you did cross paths later on your walk. He tipped his hat and introduced himself, but seemed to get distracted when he spotted Frank catching butterflies across the street, and quickly excused himself, stumbling over his own feet on the way. You asked Wally what was up with him, and he chuckled.

"Eddie and Frank are...well...fond of each other"

"Ohh!" you said as it finally clicked in your mind.

"They are cute together, aren't they?"

You looked at Wally shyly.

"Cuter than us?"

His face flushed bright red.

"Nothing is cuter than you, dearest~ Why, you're the loveliest thing I've ever laid eyes on~"

You giggled teasingly, but felt his arm wrap around your waist as you continued on your walk. Your face grew warm for the millionth time since you met him, but you managed to at least lean your head against his shoulder in return.

Eventually, you arrived at the picnic spot. It was shady and private and the grass was soft.

"This is where I like to paint sometimes. I love Home and the neighbors and all...but sometimes quiet and solitude is nice as well"

You nodded as you grabbed the blanket from the basket and spread it out.

"That makes sense. I like my alone time too, but...for some reason I never need a break from you, Wally" you admitted, looking away shyly.

He was silent for a beat, then chuckled and plopped down onto the blanket. You moved to sit across from him, but he unexpectedly took your hands and guided you to sit in his lap. He kissed your hands and gazed up at you like you were the most divine thing he had ever seen.

Because you were.

"I could never get tired of you either. You've given my life meaning again"

Your eyes widened and sparkled at his words. You were speechless until one of his hands came up to caress your cheek. You leaned into his hand, and he smiled.

"Could I..?"

"Oh, please do.."

And he did.

Warmth spread through your body, right to your very soul. Everything around the two of you seemed to fade away until even the chirping of the birds was fuzzy and distant. You weren't sure how long the kiss lasted, but when Wally did pull away, he sighed.

"If you aren't mine after this, I'll surely die.."

You smiled, leaning your forehead against his.

"Looks like the show must go on, Mr. Darling"

A giddy grin spread across his face and he attacked your face and neck with joyful kisses.

When you two were finished kissing and flirting, you decided to finally have your lunch. There were a few apple-based dishes, but to Wally's surprise, he liked everything! He had always been a picky eater; rarely trying new things and only eating when he absolutely had to, but soon he found a whole new world of foods he liked. Sandwiches, cookies, watermelon...they were all delightful! Who knew!

Of course, he only took bites when you weren't looking. He wasn't ready to tell you how he ate yet, and he didn't want to scare you off. So instead, he would lift the food to his mouth before blinking, just to seem more realistic.

But you were too dazed from all the kisses and your new boyfriend to notice or care.

Boyfriend...oh, the thought made you shudder with excitement! And he was so sweet and marvelous, you never wanted your time with him to end. You'd never met anyone you didn't eventually need space from, but you were positive you would be quite content to sit on this blanket under this tree with him forever, holding hands and making jokes and eating yummy food...

But eventually, the sun started to go down and it was time to pack up. Wally helped you put everything away, and suddenly you spotted your camera at the bottom of the basket.

"Oh, hey! Let's take that picture before we go"

Wally seemed excited for it, and pulled you back into his lap. You took several pictures; your faces together smiling, your lips to his cheek, making bunny ears over the top of his pompadour, and a few kissing ones. You made sure to snap two of each so he could have one, then tucked your camera away in the basket again. You spread out the photos on the blanket at smiled at him.

While you waited for them to develop, you both laid down to watch the clouds.

"Ooh! That one looks like a flower!" you exclaimed, pointing to it. Wally hummed in agreement.

"I think that one is a car"

"What? No way, it looks like a banana! And so do you!" You said, sitting up and poking his face where his nose would be.

"How's that?"

"I don't know! ...you're yellow?"

"Ha ha ha...(y/n) you're very imaginative. One of the things I love about you"

You blushed.

"Well...I love your laugh"

"I love your smile"

"I love your hair"

"I love your cooking"

"I love you"

Silence. You slapped your hand over your mouth and sat straight up, refusing to look at him. Where did that come from?! Nervously, you waited for him to say something. Anything.

"...please say it again"

Slowly, you turned to look at him. He was sitting up now, too, and his eyes were wide.

"I..I love..you...and maybe that's weird or wrong! I just met you yesterday! So it's crazy, but I...I love you, Wally"

"(Y/n) you are just...the absolute most.."

There were hearts in his eyes as he grabbed your shoulders and kissed you yet again, smiling against your lips.

"I love you too"

...

"Oh hey, the photos are done"

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Welp. What a date, huh? ☺️ little less yandere in this part, but part 4 will have plenty. I wanted to establish that it's not just some random obsession, he's genuinely in love with you and you feel the same.

Should make yandere dynamic...interesting.

As always, more to come ❤️��

[clone-anon-after-dark]

Heyo!!! It's Chopper (again. What can I say? I'm addicted to your writing)

Could you do a Crosshair x Male reader where the reader tries to top but gets too flustered so Crosshair takes over? (I don't know where this idea came from but I can't write sexy shit to save my fuckin life-😅)

Topping

Crosshair x M!Reader

Word Count: 1098

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, unprotected PiA, brief handjob, blowjob, kissing, reader gets flustered, dirty talk, some foreplay (story starts at the end of foreplay), aftercare

A/N: I'm glad you like my writing! I tried to follow the prompt. Established relationship, Crosshair knows what he wants and we love that for him, but he wants you to say what you want too. Definitely some soft!Crosshair here

You stood along the side of the bed and looked down at Crosshair. He let you take the lead for the first time and was more than happy to let you treat his body with affection. You took your time and tried to help both of you relax. It wasn’t that he insisted on being in charge, but you were comfortable as a bottom. 

He held his thighs up and grinned at you in anticipation. You swallowed as you gazed down at his form and rubbed circles around this hole with your thumb. You nearly shook, leaning forward and kissing his chest with the head of your cock pressed against his entrance. You hoped your nervousness didn’t show, but it never got passed his eyes. 

“Something wrong?” he asked. “You don’t like having me spread out for you?” he asked in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“You know that’s not true,” you said, trying to control your breathing.

“Tell me what you want from me,” he said sincerely, trying to encourage you.

You wanted him, wanted to feel him and bury yourself inside him. You wanted to watch him sigh at the feeling the same way you felt when he was on top of you. You wanted to kiss his chest and hold him as you fucked, but somehow the words wouldn’t come out. 

“I… I want you.”

“You have me,” he replied, arching his hips in an effort to encourage you to press inside him.

Your eyes searched his. You weren’t exactly good at taking on this role, but didn’t want to let him down. Your hands ran over his thighs and rested on top of his hands. You felt stuck there like you couldn’t stop looking at him and couldn’t quite take the plunge.

Crosshair let go of his legs and sat up, resting on his elbows. He wordlessly reached forward and ran his fingers around your jaw and kissed your lips. He didn’t break eye contact and you smiled at him, feeling your heart swell. It wasn’t a scrutinizing look. He simply observed and tried to gauge what you both needed.

“Maybe I’m not good at this,” you whispered.

He shook his head, eyebrows knitting briefly. 

“Do you still want me?” he asked.

“Of course I do,” you countered.

“Do you want to be in charge or are you open to suggestions?” he asked.

“What do you suggest?” you replied.

“You just lie back and let me ride you.”

“Oh, I’s like that.”

“Good.”  He grinned. You laid back in bed and got comfortable. 

“Tell me what you want,” he said, looking at your now half-hard cock. He was clearly trying to talk you through it, but it eased your mind. He still wanted you. 

“S-suck,” was all you could get out but he happily obliged. He left little kisses along your hips before kissing his way from your base to tip. He took you in his mouth and started bobbing his head, using his lips to add suction in the way he knew you liked. You watched, trying your best to keep your breathing steady and not finish too quickly. Using his mouth was one of his many talents. It was even better to see him play with his balls while he pleasured you.

“That’s enough,” you said after several minutes.

“Nice and wet,” he said with a smirk. “Ready?”

You nodded. He was in charge at this point, but you didn’t mind. You took in his long form as he straddled your hips, took your length in his hand, lined himself up, and slowly sank onto you with a content sigh. He rested his hands on your chest and started to ride you. 

Your breathing came in heavy pants. He felt incredible and looked even better playing with his cock while he took you. He placed each hand on either side of your head, leaned down, and kissed you, slowing his movements enough to focus on capturing your lips. As you parted just enough to look up at him and before you could stop yourself, you uttered, “Let me,” and held his hips in place while slowly thrusting up into him. 

“Fuck,” was all you could say.

“Take what you want,” he muttered between low grunts at the sensation of your cock massaging him from inside. You found a steady pace and couldn’t stop the moan that left your lips. Crosshair adjusted his position and rested his head in the crook of your neck, his length rubbing along your abdomen as you continued to fuck him. Being enveloped in him while you continued to bury yourself in his asshole felt intoxicating. You held out for as long as you could, but remembered to take care of him, wanting to make sure he came first.

“Crosshair, I’m…” 

Just then he came, sputtering his cum between both your stomachs. He didn’t move his face from where he was nestled against you, but brought his hips lower so you could thrust deeper.  You moaned louder and finished inside him. 

Your arms snaked around him and held him close as both your bodies melted against each other, now spent. You played with his hair and kissed his forehead. He was usually the one holding you and it felt nice to switch it up. You wanted him to feel just as loved and cared for as he made you feel. 

“I’m sorry that didn’t go entirely as planned,” you said, eventually breaking the silence.

He shook his head and looked at you with the softest smile you’d ever seen.

“Don’t be sorry. It felt good.”  He searched your face and kissed your jawline before adding, “Don’t be afraid to say what you want either.”

“I just got a little flustered,” you said. 

“Did you have fun, though?” he asked, already sure he knew the answer.

“Yes,” you grinned, kissing him again and holding him a little closer. “I really enjoyed fucking your ass.”

“Mmm.” His lone vocal response was not unusual, but his expression said everything. He liked when you said exactly what you wanted. Crosshair was safe and loved you. He wanted you to feel good. 

“And I enjoyed being fucked in the ass by you,” he said, being sure to cause any uncertainty to vanish.

You reached for the towel on the nightstand and carefully cleaned you both up before saying, “I could go for a hot shower, actually.”

He got up and offered you a hand. A long shower proved to be the best way to wind down before falling back into bed together. 

Tagging: @chopper-base @staycalmandhugaclone @dukeoftheblackstar

[eldritch-spouse]

Hi Pinnie! Chopping block anon here again! Could we fill this prompt with Santi or Ludwig? I'm banging my head on the nearest wall, I can't choose. Honestly, I know I'll love whatever you end up writing. 😍

How would any of the TCE gang react to finding the object of their obsession (that they'd been actively trying to keep away from the Clergy) on Morrel's chopping block? :o

[Ludwig isn't really a current part of TCE, so I'm going with good old Santi. Also, I feel that this isn't where you wanted it to go, but I got a few thoughts along the way. Fem reader.]

TW: Nonconsensual hypnotism; Implied nonconsensual sharing.

He knew something was up when you didn't so much as answer a morning text.

You need time alone. All humans do. He thought he would too when he would occasionally -Very rarely- Humor the thought of a relationship. But something didn't sit right with Santi when hours passed and you gave him nothing, absolute radio silence- When you're usually so talkative, even in your moodiest days, you'll at least bother to call him a pervert.

The incubus supposes he ought to keep himself busy for a bit before persisting again. He knows he's... A little too eager for contact, and that can naturally irk you. Maybe one day of relative silence might make you trust him more.

The demon has been making the rounds through most of The Clergy's floor for the entire night, restless in his pursuit of clientele, in a desperate effort to get his mind off you. Really, Santi has made more than enough money to honestly call it a day- The crowds are well-entertained and buzzing with a healthy amount of titillation, all is well.

Except he's not quite satisfied. He's in a foul mood honestly. Sometimes it would show on his sculped features as he pleasured those keening beneath him, nothing he couldn't wave aside or fluster out of their minds if they did notice.

He can't quite tell what brings him to the restaurant. Sure, he loves the dirty little thrill of sliding his hand down the table cloth and making someone loll their tongue out with pleasure while they pretend to eat, but most people here don't really have their minds on sex. They're harder catches, essentially.

And yet, when Santi passes by the main kitchen doors, a sound makes him halt. Not just any sound, a squeal. That by itself is no motive to stall, the incubus is well aware Morell loves his job, loves butchering, that he often takes the time to play with his food

-Like the dirty little fuck he is, sticking his fingers everywhere and bending helpless humans onto his cock, like toys, like fuckmeat. A depraved lunatic, pleasant company in Santi's opinion-

But, for some reason, the incubus is sure he recognizes that squeal from somewhere. It could be mere witless paranoia, but the echo of it in his mind doesn't let his feet unroot from their spot, so he figures he might as well check for himself. A dark hand knocks playfully on the heavy kitchen doors, receiving no immediate reply.

" Morell? " He tries.

There's some shuffling, then an eventual. " ... 'M busy! "

Yeah, "busy". Maybe balls deep in one of them already.

" Oh I'll be quick, dear- Just one peek, yes? "

More shifting and another stressed noise he could swear sounds a little too familiar, rubs him the wrong way, before something that sounds a lot like "piss off" gets mumbled back to him.

Typical.

That's why Santi only sighs before parting said doors and quietly weaseling inside.

The bobbles racing around only wave at him before buzzing around in their tasks, giving the demon a decent berth and easily circumventing him. As usual, they're completely unbothered by what their boss is up to.

The salacious, mischievous expression the incubus used in preparation to excuse himself to the chef dies as soon as his eyes scroll up to the chopping table.

Now is the time to pat himself in the back for listening to his gut, because none other than you, his darling minx, lie sprawled on that metal rectangle, like no more than a slab of meat. Your top has been torn off, pieces of it messily fashioned into a blindfold and gag. Morell stands with one hand on your thigh and the other tight around the handle of his cleaver.

Something inside him boils hotter than the rifts of Wrath. By the way you struggle in your binds, it's more than clear you're not enjoying a second of it, and Santi almost wants to believe Morell didn't intentionally seek you out. He's never been that nefarious, that putrid. To provoke the demon he works with.

He couldn't. Not when Santi never even introduced you to his coworkers. They only know your first name and vague descriptions of your face, your hair... That's not enough for someone he works with to miraculously hunt you down.

" Tha Hell did ah say?! Ya- "

" Where did you get that one? "

Santi almost doesn't recognize his own tone, and apparently, it gives the shroom monster pause too. Morell notices something's amiss, he's clever enough to notice the tense state the concubus is in, eyes glowing brighter at each passing second, deceptively still, one wrong answer away from perhaps impulsively starting a fight.

Morell looks at the human woman on his table, then back to Santi. " ... Tha fuck are ya on 'bout? "

" Where. Did you get that one? "

The chef's hand moves to your bare stomach, keeping you from squirming off the cold surface easily while he shifts to face his coworker better.

" Tha usual, Santi. I ain't been havin' time ta hunt 'em on mah own. " He shrugs. " Suppliers. "

The demon continues to glare at the blue monster for a long pause, finding no hint of a lie on those odd eyes. Only confusion and the remnants of exhilaration from what he was previously up to. This calms Santi a great deal. It was just a freak accident, yes? He let his favorite fox run a little too close to home, and she got snatched up... The incubus doesn't even want to think about what would happen if he hadn't come here in this exact nick of time.

Was it a silent nudge from Krulu? No. No, of course not, that's laughable- The lord of this pit spares no empathy for frivolities like their workers' love lives. Still, some unknowable force capable of penetrating the fog of this Clergy steered him well tonight.

Had this been no one of interest, the incubus would have still mauled the perpetrator to a pulp, if only just to prove a point. Or to thrill himself a little. But this is different. Very different. He can make the most out of it if he plays his cards right.

Santi shakes his head, then advances on the pair, unbothered by Morell's defensive puffing.

" You ought to start checking your stock more thoroughly. And not just their orifices. " He teases.

There's an eye roll. " Oh, tha's real fuckin' rich comin' from ya. "

He knows.

Nevertheless, Santi only smiles a little before hooking his claws into the waistband of your pants, grabbing your panties as well, before quickly pulling the fabric down. The newly revealed skin bares a jet black mark that is, by now, unmistakable to anyone who works with Santi. A concubus mark. His mark, elegantly claiming your most intimate parts for himself.

His claws tap idly on the meat of your hips as he watches the chef's face freeze, eyes widening.

" This one belongs to me. "

Silence. You wriggle and sob behind the gag.

" Shit. "

" Yeah. "

" I thought ah... Checked that one. "

The cook looks torn. There's some manner of guilt and cringing written on that darkened complexion, he clearly doesn't intend to continue this, but there's also some selfish sort of turmoil in his body language. As if he's upset he started the process and is now going to have a "pig" taken from his hands.

Santi's smile turns into a disgusting grin when a lightbulb casts complete depravity into his mind's eye. Your mark starts glowing, heating, and your struggling is rapidly paused. Morell squints.

" Hm, but what were you up to just now? "

The shroom hesitates, making some manner of motion with his dominant hand, which clutches his favored piece of sharp equipment.

Santi clicks this tongue. " Nice try. Before that. "

You start wriggling beneath the bigger monster's palm. It's no longer the jerking of a panicked figure trying desperately to escape, but a restless sort of agony. Morell's fuse lights up under the perceived scrutiny.

" Where tha fuck are ya goin' with this?! "

Santi arches a brow.

A quick glance flickers over your form. Today has been exceedingly traumatizing for you, the demon doesn't need to be in your shoes to know that. No one makes it out of Morell's kitchen, and if they do, they'll never be the same. You don't belong in The Clergy, not yet at least, and Santi knows that even with your currently arousal-fried brain, you're going to remember the events of today for the rest of your life- Something he can't allow to happen.

Fortunately, he knows someone who can just... Eat this unfortunate day out of your long term memory.

And, since you're not going to recall a lick of it, why not make this interesting?

What you don't know can't hurt you.

The incubus hums a wordless tune, pulling your remaining clothes down your legs, an easy task, your overheated body yearns to bare itself, he barely has to do anything. Once you're bare, Santi moves to the other side of the table, where your head rests, and starts undoing your blindfold.

Morell grumbles something incomprehensible and he snorts.

" Relax. Why would I stop you from pleasuring my minx? " Santi all but purrs.

" Yer real fuckin' weird. " Morell offers after an incredulous pause. " This ain't rubbin' ya tha wrong way? "

" Oh this is rubbing me all sorts of ways, Mori. "

" Gross- "

" You're hard. " The chef's protests are swiftly silenced. " I can't blame you. She's irresistible, isn't she? "

Morell crosses spotted arms over his chest and casts his eyes away. " She's uh... She's real purtty. "

That's one way to put it.

Santi chuckles when the torn cloth comes off, revealing a flustered, disoriented face. Your eyes glaze deliciously, pupils dilated in want as they surf between him and the blue monster, the mark's hunger going full throttle on your poor organism. The magic of a high-ranker is one Hell of a drug, isn't it? You make a desperate, muffled noise.

" There there, I'm here. You'll be taken care of soon. " He lulls, voice dipping in pitch just to make you shiver. Your head is lovingly raised so you can properly view the other. " That there is my friend. You wouldn't mind playing with him a bit, would you, love? "

Predictably, you nod enthusiastically, going as far as to part your legs in your stupor. Slick gathers excessively on your already stimulated pussy.

" Go on, Morell. "

Said monster gulps behind his thick scarf, drool clinging to his teeth at the lurid encouragement of his fiendish coworker, his fingers already itching to reach out and do as he pleases.

" Show us what you do with your piggies. "

[gorgeys]

Do you still make fanfics? If you do please do Carla smut

PORNSTAR ★ carla roson

Carla Roson x fem!reader

Part 2 of So Naive

You still don't understand that you belong to Carla, she intends to prove it to you and Guzman...

Warnings: SMUT - top!Carla, bottom!reader, semi-public sex, dub-con, shoving, grabbing, hair-pulling, hickeys, biting, brat taming??, pet names, mentions of murder/mutilation, degradation/praise, choking, finger sucking, non-con pictures/filming, begging, fingering

Word Count: 4750

Note: i'm so sorry this took so long! i lost motivation for writing for a while but i'm temporarily back!

also i literally changed tenses in the middle of writing but i was too lazy to fix it and the ending is a little rushed bc i didn't want it to get any longer than it already was, hope you enjoy!!

Carla checks her phone as she enters Guzman’s house.  She’s definitely late.  Too late as she notices the last text from you was sent over an hour ago when you had arrived at the party.  In one hour you could have been anywhere doing anything.  She hates the thought of it.

The horiffic image of you and him had been replaying in her mind all day.  His hands all over your body, his lips against your skin, the way you would sound for him.  It was like a constant nightmare that she couldn’t put to bed.  She was hoping you could help silence her thoughts.

She headed for the kitchen to pour herself a drink, craving a light buzz.  She only downed half of it when she noticed Samuel approaching her.

She turned her back toward him, hoping he would get the hint, but he quickly tapped on her shoulder.  Carla obnoxiously rolled her eyes before turning around to greet him.

It was more than obvious he had developed a hearty crush on her since Marina.  He always ran his hands in his hair, trying to perfect it before he went to approach her.  He’d be too smiley while talking to her, and he’d take a step too close which always resulted in Carla escaping the situation as quickly as possible.  She couldn't understand how Samuel never noticed her grimaces or eyerolls or the hundreds of signs she sent him to give it up.  Carla hated everything about it.

But you seemed to love it.  You’d always tease her about him, calling Samuel her boyfriend and pushing her to go talk to him.  She was pretty sure this whole thing had even started because of you, that you had mentioned to Samuel that Carla was interested in him in the first place.  You always loved a little white lie.

For some reason you just loved to be a nuisance.  You loved to watch Carla squirm when you flirted with the guys.  You loved watching her become so irritated and red, grinding her teeth so hard she could start a fire.  You loved flustering her in the middle of class by sending her some dirty pictures, watching her eyes go wide as she quickly hid her phone in her skirt.  She’d always give you the craziest look, wondering if your antics would ever end.  And you loved forcing her onto Samuel, watching her struggle to get away from him just to spend another moment with you.  Of course, you never let her, always ditching her with the pretty boy and leaving her wanting more.

You were such a brat.  Everyone knew it.  Your parents were unbelievably rich, valued much higher than the regular Las Encinas family, so you always got want you want.  Of course you used that to your advantage more times than not.  It became your entire reputation.

Carla was your perfect match.  Everyone was always willing to give her everything she wanted, from her father to her ex-boyfriend.  Everyone but you.  Carla hated it sometimes, but all those other times, she loved taking what she wanted from you.

“Hi, Carla,” Samuel said with a big, dorky smile.

“Hi, Samu,” she dryly said, placing her drink on the counter.  “Have you seen Y/N?”

“Yeah, I just saw her out there,” Samuel said, pointing to the the door he had just entered through.  “But-”

“Thanks,” she quickly said, giving him a grateful pat on the shoulder before walking past him in that direction.  She paid no mind to how he called after her as she walked through the doorframe.

Her eyes scanned the large living room where most of the students had gathered to talk and drink.  It was quite crowded and she almost didn’t see you.  Almost.

But there you were sitting in one of those fancy leather chairs, a drink in one hand.  But you weren’t alone, not even close.  Carla could already feel her face burn up, her neutral expression turning completely sour.

You were sitting in Guzman’s lap so comfortably.  You were perched on one of his legs, facing the side.  Your own legs were over his and hanging over his lap.  Your free arm was draped loosely over his shoulder, your nails digging into the soft skin of his neck.  His hands were all over you, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, the other reaching to squeeze your thigh.

Maybe Carla wasn’t the murderer but in a few seconds she thought she’d become one.

She wanted to pull all of his teeth out just to wipe away his smug smile.  You leaned in toward his face as you spoke, tightening your grip on his neck, and when he laughed, Carla felt he was already gloating his victory.

She wanted to slice all his fingers off when his hand began to travel downward from your waist to palm your ass.  She nearly groaned when she noticed the skirt you were wearing.  She knew that one very well.  She knew it was the shortest one you owned from the amount of times her hand had wandered beneath it.  You were basically sitting on him with your bare ass out.

And then, for the finale, she would make sure to cut his dick off.  She saw the way he adjusted in the seat, slightly moving his hips up into your body.  It would have been a miracle if he didn’t have the largest hard-on known to man.  But the part that really made her swell with rage was that you could feel it and you weren’t doing anything about it.  You were sitting on his dick like you were his girl.  She hated to think about what could have happened if she hadn’t arrived at that exact time.

You raised your glass to your lips to take a long sip of expensive liquor.  It was the perfect opportunity for Guzman to turn his head and find Carla standing stiffly in the doorway.  He almost laughed out loud. The feeling of you sitting in his lap and her jealous glare was so triumphant.  His smile doubled in size and doubled in arrogance.

Her eyes narrowed at him, a silent promise that he wouldn’t get the last laugh.  If Carla’s blood was boiling before, it was on fire now.

But then, noticing Guzman’s attention had been stolen, you turned as well, instantly finding Carla’s eyes.  You could feel her wrath even from across the room and you only fed off it.  You were drunk off the feeling of power knowing you had La Marquesa tucked snuggly in your back pocket.  It felt so good that you couldn’t help yourself.

Instead of being a simple tease like usual, you gave her a ladylike wave.  And then you sent her a polite, friendly smile.  It was innocent to the naked eye.

But friendly?  She couldn’t bear you.  You looked so fake and well-mannered.  Two things you definitely weren’t.  Especially when you were alone with her.

Carla couldn’t stand you acting like she was just one of your bitchy friends, like there was nothing more between you.  No, she was everything for you.  She owned you in every which way and she was determined for not only Guzman to see, but for you to accept it as well.

You and Guzman both directed your attention back onto one another although you were very aware of a seething Carla charging toward you.  But only when she was at arms length did Guzman see her.  He didn’t have enough time to react before she reached out and violently grabbed you by the arm.

“What the fuck, Carla?” Guzman shouted, outrage painting his face.

She was squeezing so tightly you could already feel the bruises forming, but you refused to go without a fight.  You tugged your arm back and gave her a condescending glare.

She was done with your bullshit.  She pulled your arm, twisting it in such a way that you spilled your drink all over the white rug.

“Carla!”  You scolded. Her aggression surprised you a little.  She always kept it classy in public, not a hair out of place. It seemed you had pushed her over the edge this time and you were enjoying it a little too much.

Carla didn’t speak but gave you the coldest look you had ever received from her hazel eyes.  She looked ready to kill and you silently wondered if you would be Las Encinas’ next victim.  You didn’t really mind as long as she fucked you first.

Deciding you had been difficult enough, you allowed her to take the glass from your hand and place it on the table.  With another tug of your arm you were letting go of Guzman and sliding off his lap.  He protested but you didn’t acknowledge him.  He had finished his duty of keeping you warm until Carla rescued you.

In a blur you were weaving through the crowd, wobbling on your heels at the pace Carla was dragging you at, and then climbing the stairs.  Carla opened the first door on your right and pushed you inside.  You immediately recognized it as Guzman’s room.

You stumbled into the large room from the force of Carla’s shove, eventually losing your footing and falling onto the soft carpet.  On all fours, you peeked over your shoulder to see Carla slam the door behind her.

But she didn’t move toward you.  She just watched you, one hand still on the door knob and the other moving to sit on her hip.  Now that you were alone, the look in her eyes was a bit less violent but still intense.  She looked hungrier than ever.

“God, you look so much better on your knees,” she said, her eyes shamelessly devouring you.  “Looking up at me.”  Her lips twitched upward, reminiscent of a smile.  These were the moments she enjoyed the most.

You pushed your hands off the ground and sat back on your knees.  You gathered your hair on your far shoulder, giving Carla a better view of your long neck and devilish eyes.

“But I leave you for one second and you’re out there riding his dick in front of everyone like his little slut,” Carla hissed.  She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth a couple times and shook her head disapprovingly, scolding you like a child.

You mocked her attempts to chastise you with a condescending laugh.

“Don’t be jealous that his dick is bigger than yours,” you said, looking over your shoulder to show your shit-eating grin.

She didn’t seem to take your comment lightly as her jaw noticeably clenched and her grip on the door knob tightened.

“I would watch what you say, princesa,” she said, tilting her head.  Even if she was the Marchioness’ daughter, she had always called you royalty.  The title fit you too well.  “Things will only get worse for you later.”

She took a confident stride toward you, enjoying the way your smile slowly diminished.  Images flashed behind your eyes of what “later” could possibly be.

The feeling in your stomach was so strange.  You hated being dominated by anyone, but for some reason, when it was Carla, you felt an uncontrollable pulse between your legs.  You were practically begging her to shut you up.

“I don’t care how big his dick is.  I know he can’t fuck you how you like it,” she said, taking another teasingly slow step.

“That’s not what I was saying last night,” you said, that aggravating smirk returning.  “Actually, it was right here, on his bed.  You should have seen it, Carla.  I was just begging for him to go faster, deeper.”

You imitated yourself, letting your head fall back and rolling your eyes into the back of your skull.  You balled your fists at your sides, gripping onto imaginary sheets.

Carla’s next two strides were quick and put her right behind you.  She dug her nails into your scalp and fisted at your hair, violently pulling your head back even further so you were looking directly up at her looming figure.  You released an involuntary moan at the sudden pain, stretching your hands out behind you to brace yourself.

“I fucking warned you,” she said, her other hand cupping your chin to angle your face even further back.  Your mouth slightly hung open at the sight of her.   “But that mouth of yours gets you into all kinds of trouble.”

“And this mouth,” you started, voice strained by the way your neck was bending backward, “took his whole fucking dick,” you said with a sadistic smile.  "Every inch."

That was the final nail in the coffin, her expression morphing into one of red hot rage

Your hand instinctively flew to the back of your head and a shriek left your lips when she pulled you up by your hair.  She dragged you once more, this time to the bed, and tossed you toward it face first.

You quickly turned onto your back, leaning back on your elbows while Carla stood over you.  She placed her hand on your bare midriff, the skin between your top and waistband, before she climbed onto you, straddling you with her thighs.

Both of her hands quickly moved to wrap around your throat, instantly crushing your windpipe and causing you to drop flat on your back. Her slender fingers felt comfortable there as you wheezed pathetically for air, her nails digging into the skin for good measure.

“Not so tough now, are we?”  She hunched over you, ass up, as she brought her face so close to yours.  She grinned like a maniac.  If someone had walked in right then, they would have thought Carla was trying to kill you.

“You know he showed me all those fucking pictures you sent him,” Carla said, steadying the pressure on your neck.  “The pictures meant for me.  And in that fucking red set.” She scoffed at you, shaking her head.  “You wanna be his cam girl?  His pornstar?”

You threw your head back as your eyes began to roll into your head for real this time.  Pain never felt so good as you felt yourself pooling under your skirt.

“Fine.  Then I’ll treat you like it,” she said, one of her hands leaving your throat to grope your tit through your shirt.  She moved her face downward, leaving a trail of warm breath against your neck, eventually finding your collar bone.  She looked up at your twisted expression as she roughly bit down on your skin, earning a strangled noise from your throat.  She smiled into your flesh before sucking on the spot mercilessly.

It was like torture as she made it a routine, moving her lips downward each time she bit and sucked your skin raw.  You felt the blood rushing to where her teeth gnawed your skin, forming pigmented bruises.  She never tired of hearing the shaky breath you released each time.

When her lips had chased your skin all the way down to the neckline of your top, she was quick to grab the hem with both hands. She pulled the top over your head with your cooperation, leaving you braless and bare beneath her.  She exhaled a long, satisfied sigh.

“All for me, huh?”  Her eyes shifted from your face to your chest and back up again.  Still trying to catch your breath, you couldn’t give her a response.  She sinfully laughed, basking in the sound of muffled music and your relentless heaving, before her lips wrapped around your nipple.

You groaned low when her teeth grazed the sensitive skin, your hands molding into the back of her thighs.  Her other hand mimicked her mouth on your unattended nipple. You knew she always loved twisting, yanking, and rubbing your tits until you squealed and squirmed.

Eventually her mouth moved onto the smooth skin of your breast, marking you up yet again. You rolled your eyes, wondering where this sudden obsession had come from.  She always liked to keep you clean and free of noticeable hickeys.  You didn’t mind the change but you were beginning to grow impatient with the foreplay.  She had given so much attention to your top half you just wished she would give something to your bottom half.

“My god, Carla, could you be any slower? At least he fucked me in the end,” you said in a raspier voice, pulling on the skin of Carla’s thighs.

Carla rolled her eyes back at you, momentarily detaching her mouth from your chest.

“So fucking loud,” she mumbled, speaking more to herself than you.

She wasted no time stripping her hand from your tit and pushing two fingers past your lips and into your mouth.  She was content when her fingers slid in with ease and pushed down your throat.  You didn’t mind sucking on her like a popsicle as she pulled them out and then pushed them a little deeper.  Her lips quirked upward as she absorbed the sight before her.  Each time her fingers disappeared into your head she could feel the spot between her legs heating up.

“Good girl,” she said, gently holding your cheek with her other hand.  She leaned down to give your chin an appreciative kiss.  “Bet he couldn’t go that deep,” she said following a particularly rough thrust.  She chuckled lowly, not breaking eye contact.

She returned to your tits only for a few more seconds before pulling her head back to view the entire, perfect sight of you.  The hickeys were already beginning to darken on your skin leaving you perfectly bruised and battered.  That plus you bobbing on her fingers was a beautiful scene.  One that had to be shared.

She pulled her hand from your mouth tantalizingly slow, allowing the saliva to create sticky strings between your lips and her fingers.  She eyed them curiously, slowing her movements to prolong the strings before they broke.  Then she carelessly rubbed her fingers across your chest and down the valley of your breasts, leaving a visible trail of spit in her wake.

“What a pretty slut,” she said, her eyes devouring you like a piece of meat, enjoying the slightly tired look in your eyes.  She made you feel unusually small.  “I wonder what Guzman would think.”

Without missing a beat, Carla reaches for her back pocket and pulls out her phone.

“Carla,” you whined like a child, turning your head to the side, and burying your cheek into the sheets.  You were never camera shy but this moment of vulnerability was different.  If you had known this was her intention all along then maybe you wouldn’t have let her fuck you up so badly.  No one was ever meant to see you like this.  No one but her.

“Come on, you didn’t have a problem sending him those pictures.  What’s a few more?” she said while petting your cheek.  She held the phone above you, just out of reach, where she could capture the entirety of your bare top half.

She hums in satisfaction watching your sweaty body under the lens.  Your hair is cinematically sprawled across the sheets while the saliva coating your lips, chin, and chest shines under the dim lighting.  Your neck is slightly red from Carla’s ironclad grip and your chest is adorned with darker shades from the excellent work of Carla’s teeth and lips.

“He’s gonna cream his pants when he sees this,” she says, sucking her lips into her mouth.  She was getting a little too anxious looking at you.  “Smile, cariño,” she says, her own grin decorating her face.  She grabs your chin and forces you to look up at her and the camera.  Your eyes are barely open but it doesn’t matter.

She snaps the picture before you can even react.

“Gorgeous,” she says, letting her free hand trail gently down your neck.  She intentionally presses her fingers into a particularly sensitive spot, eliciting a groan from your lips.  “I’m sure he’ll love it.”

“Carla,” you whine once more, throwing your head back in frustration and further imprinting your nails into her thighs.  You hated how much she was ruining your plans.  Guzman was just meant to be a distraction while Carla was supposed to make you cum all over her fingers.  Instead, Carla was slutting you out to Guzman and you were nowhere near cumming.

“Shut up.  You did this to yourself,” she said, her hand gliding past your chest and scratching your stomach.  “You should have never sent him those pictures.”

Both of her hands move to the waistband of your skirt while still clutching the phone.  She’s harsh in the way she rips the skirt down your thighs, creating some friction between the clothing and your skin. She slightly adjusts herself and bends your knees to fully remove it, leaving you in just a pair of lace panties.

She presses her palm against your clothed pussy and only laughs in yet another mockery of your state.

“Good god, you’re just dying to be fucked dumb, huh?” she says, beginning to palm the wetness that seeped through your panties.  She situates herself in between your legs, allowing you to push your knees further outward, helping to aid the aching feeling inside you.  Her sly smile widens, glad to have broken your hard exterior.  “Already spreading your legs?  You’re too easy.”

Her fingers push your panties aside and dip into your soaking pussy.  She refuses to give your clit any attention as she swipes her fingers against your slit.  A throaty sigh pushes its way past your lips, your hands finding solace cupping your tits.

“D’you want me to take this off for you?” she says, tugging at the waistband of your panties.

You hum in agreement, looking up at her through your eyelashes.

“Then ask nicely,” she demands, her eyes straying from your pussy to stare at you expectantly.

You can’t help but groan irritatedly.  She knows how much it hurts your ego to ask nicely for anything, let alone this.  She thrives off making you feel the worst before making you feel your best.  You push away your pride in hopes of feeling that sweet release.

“Please, Carla,” you plead rather dully, breaking eye contact in a forced attempt to get what you want.

“I think you can do better.  Look at me and tell me what you want,” she says, leaning her face down toward yours, forcing you to meet her eyes.  She brushes her thumb against your clit for some encouragement.  It seems to work as you let go of any last bit of dignity and look straight into her.

“Please, Carla, just fuck me.  Take it off and fuck me with your fingers.”

The hidden desperation in your voice clicks something into place.  You swear you see her eyes light up as she instantly obeys, removing your panties in a flash, leaving you completely naked beneath her.  She moans loudly at the sight of your bare pussy, pushing her hair back so she has the perfect view.  You spread your legs a little further, enticing her to reach out and feel you.

She does, now pressing her thumb roughly into your clit, and reveling in the starved noise you make.  She watches the muscles in your face tense as she rubs consistent circles against your clit, enjoying each element of your expression.  All the sucking and biting and teasing had already made you a swollen, soaked mess.  It only made toying with you even more fun.

Carla gradually sped up her slow movements, earning increasingly louder squelches from your pussy and increasingly louder moans from your wet lips.  She could feel her own panties dampening from your distraught noises.

“You even sound like a pornstar.  Fucking whore,” she says, as your hips slightly buck up in pleasure.  “You want me inside of you?”

“Please, please, Carla,” you beg, every sign of the brat you once embodied having faded into oblivion the second she laid fingers on your pussy.  “Fuck, I need you inside of me so bad,” you say in one breath, practically moaning your words.

“Fine,” she says, slowing the rotations on your clit.  You watch her rub your pussy with one hand and hold the phone above you with the other.  She points it directly at your entrance.  “Be a good girl for the camera, okay?”

She doesn’t wait for your response as she slowly begins pushing her finger into your hole.  You can only assume she’s recording as your back arches off the mattress, feeling her slender finger dig so deep inside of you.  The pleasure is almost instant when your pussy consumes her entire finger and you release a guttural moan.

“You say he fucked you but you’re still so god damn tight,” she says, her eyes darting between your pussy and the phone screen, making sure she’s capturing the perfect angle.  Her exaggerated laugh rubs salt in Guzman’s wound. “Hold your legs up, baby.  I want to see all of you,” she says.  You immediately obey, grabbing under both your thighs and pulling your knees up to your chest.  “That’s better.”

Another moan leaves your lips, feeling the stretch more intensely with your legs spread even wider.  She takes it as a sign to pull her finger halfway out and then push it back in, slightly deeper.  She does it agonizingly slow, building a steady wave of pleasure.  She repeats herself, once, twice, three times, pushing in and out of you at a deliberate pace, leaving you a whining mess.  You lose count as you grow impatient, wishing she’d thrust into you like a mad man as she had done many times before.

“Please, Carla, faster,” you beg, opening your eyes to look down at her.  She moves the camera up your body, capturing your raised legs, bouncy tits, and blissed out expression.

“Sorry, what was that?” she teases, smirking behind the phone, forcing you to be louder for the video.  Her attempts to soothe you with her thumb on your clit are futile.

“Faster, fuck me faster, please,” you whine, throwing your head back, hopefully out of view of the camera.

She doesn’t necessarily oblige but she does add a second finger when she pushes into your pussy again.  You moan louder at the slight stretch, your insides twisting into a tight knot.  She curls her fingers delightfully at the end of the thrust, only making the feeling even stronger.

She puts the camera directly over your face.

“Open your eyes, cariño,” she says.  You listen, looking up at the camera, hoping she’ll reward you for following her command.  “Who’s fucking you so good?”

When you don’t respond immediately, she prompts you by driving into you a little harder.

“You,” you instantly moan out, your hips chasing her hand.  You fight the urge to shut your eyes

“Who?”

“You, Carla,” you moan when she curls her fingers sharply, staring into the lens.  When you notice her pick up speed with her thrusts, you begin repeating her name like a prayer, hoping it’s the key word.

“Who makes you feel good inside?”

“Who makes you squirt all over the sheets?”

“Who do you belong to?”

The answer is always “Carla.”

She’s still not fucking you nearly hard enough but it’s faster than how she started.  You feel your pussy throb and her fingers hit the right spot each time.  Your tits are slightly shaking as she increases speed while your spine forms a permanent arch.  You allow yourself to be as loud as possible in hopes of pleasing her, in hopes that she’ll let you cum.  All the while she captures each godly move of your body and her fingers.

But eventually, after what feels like a lifetime, she ends the video.  She throws her phone across the room and smiles down at you.

“The only thing that will be as good as fucking you is seeing his face when he opens this video,” she says, her hands leaving your pussy to cup your face.  She leans down and attacks your lips with a devastatingly smooth and wet kiss, her starved lips moving intensely against yours  You can barely reciprocate with the delicate state that you're in.

You almost start to complain about the emptiness of your pussy, but she suddenly ducks down, hooking her arms under your thighs and burying her face between your legs.

“If I were you, I’d start praying.  Pray to God that I’ll let you cum.”

why am i lowkey feeling guzman and carla threesome??

@hauntedfictionland @mjl877 @underratedax @androgynouscloudenemy @justyourwritter69 @blondetxxz @nessyishere

[aaron-m-geist-ff]

NOT EVEN GONNA LIE ZODIAC ASKS ARE SUCH A COOL IDEA!!! 😭 AFTER STALKING YOUR PROF- AHEM SORRY- READING YOUR WORK- couldn't resist the irresistible energy to toss my hat into the ring *wink wonk*. A-KNEE-WAYZ we're twinning- I'm a gemini tooo 🤭🔫 and honestly I would love something fluffy (tho I wouldn't say no to some smut either teeheee) life's been stressful lately :(( I'm pretty new to the fandom so I'm rather curious to see what you'll give me 👀...OH and I use she/they pronouns :))

PS: May I ask you what your favorite flower is?

PPS: Your writing is phenomenal, imma go stalk your ao3 later

Signed,

Your newest supporter.

Omg your ask made me smile so much because of how absolutely unhinged it is 😂you can stalk me all you want! And I could already tell you were a Gemini just from the first sentence 🤣A-KNEE-WAYZ, I will give you what you want now!

Ps: I like white daisies and any red flower ☺️

Pps: thank you for supporting me so strongly, twin!🩷💅🏻

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You got…🥁🥁🥁

Satoru Gojo!

“Oh my god!! And then, you will never believe what happened next, my co-worker actually told me that her step daughter got cheated on! Isn’t that crazy?! I was so shocked, clutching my pearls and everything!” You continued to ramble on and on about one of your crazy stories.

Gojo sat there with his blindfold on, taking a sip of his soda as he listened patiently.

“Satoru, are you even listening to me?” You stopped telling your story all of a sudden to ask the question.

“Am I talking too much?” You asked. You were beginning to feel insecure. In the past, people used to straight up start ignoring you because of how much you talked. You really valued your boyfriend’s opinion of you and didn’t want him to end up disliking you for some reason. You couldn’t hide the concerned look on your face.

Gojo chuckled.

“Nah, baby. Talk all you want. I’m listening~”

He sounded so fucking dominant when he said that. It actually made your cheeks start to heat up. You weren’t one to get flustered easily, but having Gojo order you to talk more did stupid things to your Gemini brain.

Gojo smirked when he saw your blush. He rested his chin on his hand, leaning back on the couch.

“In fact…Come sit on my lap while you continue that story of yours.”

Gojo’s voice was so attractive to you. It made you nervous. And the idea of sitting on his lap made your heart do a flip in your chest. As a Gemini, you have a tendency to be a little too flighty. Your mind is often all over the place. Gojo enjoys being your anchor.

You sat on his lap, facing him as you straddled him. Your cheeks were flushing so much out of embarrassment. You swallowed thickly, wrapping your arms around Gojo’s neck.

“Right…So, anyway…W-where was I in the story? I think I lost my train of thought-“ you stuttered.

Gojo’s large hands moved to grip your ass. He squeezed it casually.

“Your co-worker’s step daughter got cheated on and you clutched your imaginary pearls,” he said with a short laugh.

You giggled, trying to ignore the arousal flowing through you.

“Y-yeah! Sounds about right!” You chirped cheerfully. It made you really happy that Gojo remembered those little details. He seemed to pay attention to you just like he promised. It made your heart feel warm to be appreciated in such a way.

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“Ha…Y-yes…Right there, Satoru-“

You moaned quietly, your face pressed into Gojo’s neck as you rode his cock. You could feel the tip pressing into your special spot, sending little shocks of pleasure through you.

“And what happened next in the story?” Gojo teased lowly, uttering the words right beside your ear.

You whined. “Satoruuu! I can’t….ha, fuck… I can’t talk-“

You were always quite vocal during sex, and how could you not be?? Gojo fucked you too well. He chuckled at your pathetic response.

“Oh? My little Gemini can’t talk anymore? Must feel really intense, babe.”

Gojo gripped your hips as he began to fuck you from below, pushing his cock up into your tight entrance. He moaned under his breath, getting lost in the feeling as he thrusted roughly without any hesitation.

“Fuck…Gonna fill you up, princess.”

[nahokura]

Oooh I have a prompt! If you are still taking them.

Aziraphale gets obsessed with how sexy Crowley’s tummy is. His shirt slides up when he asks him to get a book on a top shelf and Aziraphale is super turned on by it and the ginger treasure trail and he keeps trying to find ways to see it until Crowley starts getting suspicious he’s acting weird. Feel free to add an embarrassing flustered Aziraphale hehe. First time smut/getting together is encouraged!! Sorry I’m obsessed with the idea of his hot gorgeous stomach so I’m projecting lol. Thank you if you choose to write it!!!! I hope you post all yr prompt fill fics

WITH PLEASURE!!!

Themes: light Smut, funny, fluff, comfort

Tw: Porn w/ plot? , First time, Dom!Aziraphale, Sub!Crowley, handjob

English isn't my first language, I'm sorry for the mistakes!

I also didn't write for a long time, so the writing might not be the best one you've read, but thank you if you take the time to read!

Aziraphale loved to stare at Crowley and that wasn't a secret, except to Crowley. Every time the ginger was in sight, he would immediately turn his head to him, have a little smile but quickly hide it, then he would go back to his usual hobbies, while sometimes glancing at Crowley.

The demon was oblivious to this, well, he did stare back anyways, so he didn't really pay attention to it.

Aziraphale was having a hard day, there were more customers than usual, and that's why he called Crowley and asked him to help him. The demon said no at first, but he couldn't resist so before Aziraphale hung up, he groaned, and said okay.

The angel eyed Crowley as they both worked. Crowley was getting the books for the customers, and Aziraphale was replacing them in the shelves so the bookshop stayed nice and tidy.

After a little time had passed, unfortunately they hadn't talked too much because of the customers, at least, they had stared at each other.

A customer came inside the shop, he looked around and saw the dictionaries that were on the highest shelf, because no one, actually bought dictionaries. He tapped Aziraphale's shoulder, and asked him politely to get it down, and the angel's voice echoed through the bookshop:

«Excuse me...Um, Crowley! Could you come give a book to one of our clients, please?!»

Crowley pratically shoved the book against the chest of the customer he was talking to, and he walked to the angel, a long groan leaving his throat. Aziraphale moved out of Crowley's way, and spoke again:

«This one...Ah! Yes! The biggest one!»

He flashed a big smile at the customer and explained about how he got the book, because the person asked it, and Aziraphale didn't like to lie. Even while talking, he glanced at Crowley, and inserted comments, apologizing for his grumpy behavior. When he looked back at Crowley and pointed him with his finger to talk about him to the client, he stopped in his track. Crowley was trying to get the book, obviously, but he was on his tip-toes, and the shirt that usually was stuck in his pants had gotten up a little bit, showing the start of the demon's slim waist and a ginger trail going from his pubic area to his belly button. Aziraphale's mouth stayed open for a bit, heat pooling in his stomach before he regained his composure and kept his conversation with the customer going as if nothing happened. Crowley got the book and handed it to the customer and gave him a forced sympathic smile.

«Here's your...Encyclopedia. Take good care of it and please, return it in time.»

The sympathy in his voice was definitely forced, Aziraphale could hear it, but he didn't make any comment about it. He simply agreed to what Crowley said as the customer left. Before he could leave for another client, Aziraphale discretely miracled a duster and handed it to him. Crowley arched an eyebrow.

«I'll take care of the customers now! Oh, and there are a few books that I need you to place in lower shelves, if you might, pretty please.»

The angel's words were fast, almost slurred, and the ginger didn't even had time to say anything that he was handed the cleaning device. His eyebrows furrowed at Aziraphale's behavior, and he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. He didn't complain, he just wanted the day to be over soon, and maybe drink with his angel to celebrate the end of it. Aziraphale stared as he walked to another customer, it was a chance that he could do two things at a time. Crowley didn't tuck his shirt back into his pants, and the blonde truly thought that it was a real miracle. Crowley could feel Aziraphale's eyes, and while he was picking up books and dusting the now empty shelves, he turned his gaze to Aziraphale, and despite his glasses being on and his poor eyesight, he could see his head turned to him. The angel looked away to concentrate on the client when Crowley looked at him, and the wheels worked inside the demon's brain. He looked down at himself, and noticed how his shirt was slighty raised. He got back on the flat of his feet, and he put the book back into the shelf, making sure that the author's last name started with the letter "T".

The last customer left the bookshop, and Aziraphale, with a sigh, closed the door and turned the sign over to indicate that the shop was closed. Crowley was laying on the couch, his legs spreaded awkwardly on both of the arms of the couch. He made sure that his happy trail was visible, he wanted to be sure that it was what Aziraphale was staring at. Crowley broke the silence first, making the angel turn over:

«Why was there so much people today?»

Crowley groaned and shifted, his right ankle going to his left knee. Aziraphale stepped closer to the couch Crowley was on. He was focused on the books Crowley stored for him, just to make sure that with everything that was going on at the same time, the ginger put them at the right place, so he answered without looking at him:

«Perhaps the bookshops close to mine were closed for some reasons.

–Well, I hope for you that they will all return the books, because if one of them don't bring one back, honestly, I wouldn't be surprised.»

Aziraphale finally looked at Crowley, and he gave a soft smile. Without even wanting it, the demon was showing that he cared, more than he wanted to. Crowley stared at Aziraphale for a moment, and his eyes followed as the angel's gaze fell to the hair on his tummy for a second, before he looked back into Crowley's eyes, trying to hide the fact that his blue orbs had wandered to another place. Crowley couldn't hide the smirk that tugged at his lips, and with his big mouth, he couldn't help but point it out in the most gentle tone he could:

«You're looking down, angel. Aziraphale's eyes widened, he feigned innocence, and he was failing beautifully.

–Wh- No! No, I'm not, it would be nonsense to...

–Oh, you were definitely looking.

–I was not!!!»

Aziraphale insisted, his cheeks puffing as they were getting tinted with a gorgeous tint of pink. Crowley laughed hoarsely, and couldn't help but tease him further, after all, his reactions were immaculate.

«Why would you deny it? I saw you, caught in the act. Several times!

–It's all in your head, Crowley.

–Oh, come on! We're in a relationship, I won't judge you for looking at my bottom!

–I was not looking at your bottom! I was looking higher!»

Crowley's grin widened, and Aziraphale realized the mistake he just made. He whined with embarrassment:

«Oooh, dear...!

–Told ye, angel. Caught in the act.»

Aziraphale stayed silent for a moment, and Crowley started to get concerned. He knew that the angel could get sensitive sometimes, and he didn't want to make him sad. Crowley used the arms of the couch to help himself standing up, and with a sigh, he crossed his arms and apologized:

«I'm sorry, Aziraphale. I pushed it a little far by teasing you, I shouldn't have.»

The only thing that came out Aziraphale's throat was a cough, and it was Crowley's time to look down.

The two beings never had sex, they made their relationship official not that long ago, but nothing really happened. The kisses were quick, because they never had the time to prolong it, but it never went further.

They were touch-starved.

Six-thousand years yearning for each other and now that they were officially together, nothing happened yet and it was torture for the both of them, because it was obvious that they craved the touch of the other.

Aziraphale pushed Crowley back against the couch, his hand firmly pressing against his chest as he straddled both of his thighs. The demon was taken aback, he noticed Aziraphale's hard-on and everything clicked in his mind. It was probably the real reason of why he was so embarrassed, because he had being turned on the whole day and Crowley teased him at the worst time. His hands went to Aziraphale's hips, and he held them tightly. He was still timid about touching him, his hands were shaking, and he had no clue of what to do with them. The angel leaned in, and he whispered, so low that if there still had been customers, Crowley would've had trouble hearing:

«Can I kiss you?»

Crowley frowned, what kind of question was that? He couldn't hold it anymore, he needed to feel Aziraphale close to him. He needed to feel his touch , he needed their bodies to mingle together.

«Don't hold back.»

When Crowley finished his sentence, Aziraphale's lips crashed against his. The kiss was messy, desperate. They had both closed their eyes as they tasted the feelings of the other on their tongues. Aziraphale's shaky hands unbuttoned Crowley's short jacket so the access to his tummy would be easier. Crowley helped him by sitting up and taking off the clothes that were covering his upper body. His breath was ragged, and he lifted a hand up to take off his glasses and abruptly throwing them on the floor. Aziraphale's hands fell to Crowley's waist, he groped at it, and rubbed his tummy with his thumb. God, he wanted to worship his body. Crowley slumped back into the couch with his face flushed, and Aziraphale got off his thighs to drop on his knees before Crowley. The ginger almost moaned at the sight, and he covered his face with a hand as Aziraphale started to kiss his tummy, his lips planting kiss everywhere, especially around the trail of red hair. His teeth sank into his hip, eliciting a low groan from Crowley. Aziraphale tilted his head up after leaving the purple bruise on his hip.

«Would you look at me, please, Crowley?»

Crowley couldn't help but obey, he looked back at Aziraphale through heated eyes, and the angel smiled at him.

«Very nice. I just want you to look at me when I want to say how pretty your whole body is.»

Crowley nodded as he mumbled under his breath. He couldn't get a single word out, he felt too overwhelmed by Aziraphale's presence, and all he could focus on was the fact that his lover left a mark over him. It was a simple thing, but it made the butterflies in his tummy crazy. Aziraphale's hands slid down to Crowley's thighs, making his breath hitch. The angel slowly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his leather pants and gently pulled them down, encouraging Crowley with his eyes to arch his back a bit to help him take them off along with his underwear. Aziraphale swallowed and took a shallow breath, closing his eyes to compose himself. Crowley was burning everywhere, his face and his whole body. He felt like he was going to burn, literally. He didn't dare to look at Aziraphale as he wrapped a hand around Crowley's hard cock, pumping it up and down gently at first with his eyes closed. He half-opened them, and he was pleased to see that Crowley was already whirthring beneath his touch. It was obvious that he waited for this, that he was hungry for Aziraphale's touch. Aziraphale ran his thumb over the head of Crowley's member, and it made the demon's thighs jolt. His breath was heavy and he was holding his whimpers in his throat, and Aziraphale was determined to get the noises out of him. His hand worked faster around Crowley's dick, then he rubbed rapid circles with his palm over his tip. He repeated the process until Crowley whimpered, even as he tried to keep his moans manly, he failed and the moans turned into ragged low whimpers.

«Does it feel good? Aziraphale asked softly, his blue orbs never leaving Crowley's yellow eyes.

–Ngk...Yes...Feels good. Crowley breathed out.

–Good.»

Aziraphale covered the hand that was working on Crowley with his other hand, warming his cock even more. Crowley whined and bucked his hips up, his vision blurring by moments. Aziraphale jerked off Crowley without stopping, his movements were rapid, and he didn't show any signs of stopping down.

«Angel...»

Crowley grabbed the arms of the velvet couch with both of his hands and chased his release, his moans grew short and breathy, and he ended up chasing his own release.

«That's it, Crowley, you're doing good. You're almost there.»

Aziraphale was not certain, because he was making someone cum for the first time, but he could feel Crowley's dick throb, and his desperate breathing was also a sign that he was very close. Crowley closed his eyes in pure bliss, Aziraphale's praise only fueled his pleasure, and he couldn't believe that it felt so good. His heart pounded hard into his chest, and his thighs shook. He didn't know what was happening to him, but he understood when he ejected his release with a loud curse and his lover's name on his tongue:

"Oh fuck! Aziraphale!"

The angel slowed down his movements as his hands got coated with cum. He licked his lips who suddenly felt very dry, and he looked at Crowley, who was whining as he kept cumming. He bucked his hips up to ride out of his orgasm, and he caught his breath, who was still very loud. Aziraphale stood up, his knees ached slightly, but he wanted to make sure that Crowley was okay. It was a godsend that he always kept a box of tissues on his desk. He grabbed one and cleaned his hands as best he could, then he turned back to Crowley.

«Are you feeling okay? Aziraphale couldn't hide the concern in his voice.

–I'm fine... I'm fine... Crowley reassure him.»

Aziraphale leaned down to kiss Crowley on the cheek, and he couldn't help but also kiss his lips. Crowley willingly leaned into the kiss.

"What about you...? Crowley asked, his head tilting to the side.

–What about...- What? Aziraphale was oblivious. His own erection was straining in his pants, but he didn't know at all what to do, and he was too flustered to ask Crowley to return the favor. Crowley patted his lap, his gaze caring.

–C'mere angel, 'm gonna take care of you.»

[wayfayrr]

You don’t have to do this one if it’s too much!! I just simp for twi and time so hard but I don’t wanna overwhelm you, please take breaks!! Ily :’DD

Soft fruit cake w eggnog to eat in?

I hope you'll enjoy your order this evening ~

Time is one of the links I'm less confident with writing, but he's still so much fun. He's a bit of a blushy dork in this one for you. <3

[Event masterlist]

“It's kinda comforting to know that Hyrule has the same traditions as home. Some of them anyway.”

Time isn’t focused on it, it seems off for him to be acting like this, unless he was lying to me? what reason would he have to lie about something so harmless though… it’s just gifts. Why would he ever need to lie as something as a tradition?  

“You don’t actually have it as a tradition, do you?” 

“What, no, we do. It’s part of the winter festival here.”

“Why do you feel the need to lie over something so small?”

Red illuminates his face at that, whatever has him so embarrassed over being called out for this? It’s so different from his usual stoic self too, not a bad change, just a sudden one. It makes me want to pry into what’s causing this even more than if he did manage to keep his cool.

“You seemed so excited when talking about it. I just wanted to do it for you.”

“But why lie, why not just be honest and just do it as a new thing?”

The red grows from his cheeks to the tips of his ears now, this new bashful side only becoming more appealing the more of it I get to see. Still though, it’s such a childish thing to get so flustered over. Like he’s a little kid rather than one of the oldest links here, not even able to make eye contact with me anymore. 

“Well, never mind that. It doesn’t change the fact that we’ve both gotten each other a gift right?”

“I'd still like to know why you didn’t just admit it’s not commonly done.”

“You were so- hmph.”

He’s close to cracking on the reason why he’s lying about all all of this to begin with, if I push it a little more he’ll spill I can bet. I don’t even really mind what it is, it’s only sheer curiosity making me want to learn now. What reason is enough to lie over something so small for so long?

“Time - link please, I’m not bothered or anything, I just wanna know.”

“You just seemed so excited talking about your home and I know you’ve been homesick… So I just… Wanted to make you more comfortable.”

That’s it? I can’t deny that it’s not a sweet reason, it does feel very childish though, it really is like he’s just some love struck teen. If I were to close my eyes and focus… I could probably see his young adult self still dressed in that forest green.

“While I appreciate it, you really didn’t need to go that far for something so simple. I’m honoured though… If we’re not following strict traditions though… why not just give each other gifts now?”

“That wouldn’t bother you? I thought christmas day was what you said was important.”

“The thought of it is what counts above everything else, besides if you’re so worried about the day, I don’t know if it’s passed or not back home.”

The blush is slowly fading now, his fluster dying down till he looks more like his familiar lightly stoic self. Finally moving to sit down next to me rather than over at the opposite side avoiding looking at me but not before picking up his bag. Setting himself down with a sigh and a hand running through his hair. Hyping himself up by the look of it, it makes a lot of sense why he’s so nervous now that I know it’s his first time doing anything like this. I can probably take some of that stress away by simply giving him his first, hopefully, then he’ll feel less pressure. 

“Here, I got this for you at the recent village -”

His surprise is cute, I knew it’d be worth it to hand-decorate some paper to wrap it with. Even though it’s torn in a matter of seconds, anything is worth it for him.

“I saw how you were looking at it for ages - don’t worry I brought it myself and not out of the supply fund. Do you like it?”

“You… I didn’t expect it… it was so expensive.”

So getting him a cloak and the armour polish he was staring at longingly was the right idea. Wiping my savings might not have been as good, but I can earn it back fairly quickly if the others are still as bad with bets. He’s blushing a little as he passes me two neatly wrapped parcels.

“This is for you then I hope you’ll like it as much as I did.”

My breath catches in my throat as I unwrapped the first, and I’m greeted with the most beautiful leather-bound sketchbook. A quick glance at him as he gestures for me to open the other. These art supplies must have cost him so much, watercolours here are rare, all of these charcoal pencils too.

“Time you -”

“You said you missed drawing, that you wanted your own supplies. So when I saw them I knew they would be perfect… you do like them right?”

“I love them… than you so much link.”

It’s a bit of a struggle to stop myself from tearing up from how kind it was, thankfully he seems to have taken pity on me now as he cuddles up with me next to the fire. Moving me to lay against his side as we watched it crackle late into the night.