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I'm thinking a lot about the Olympian!Dick Grayson stuff floating around.
What if during their rebellious late teens/early 20s Dick and Roy just dared each other to go to the Olympics. And so they show up out of nowhere and qualify at the last minute for their respective sports (gymnastics/ archery) without anyone really knowing them.
So they go to the Olympics and it becomes a story, because what are the odds that TWO different orphans-turned-billionaire-heirs are competing. They get hounded by accusations of having bought their way in, and they both use it as an opportunity to rave about their pre-wealth lives and their tight-knit communities that taught them their sports while (not so) subtly landing digs at the media/government for all the harm they've done to their communities.
All the while the two of them post a ton of videos and pics together so it becomes a Thing, because even without the rest of the story the idea of childhood friends (and maybe more đ) both making it is enough to drive the internet crazy.
It only gets more insane when they both win multiple gold medals. For once, no one can claim they bought their way in as they annihilate the competition.
But then they disappear from their sports again and people speculate, desperate to find out if they have any intention of returning. For years no one gets a straight answer out of either of them.
Then, just as qualifying begins for the next Olympics, they suddenly show up again.
And Dick Grayson qualifies in archery and Roy Harper makes the USMG team as a specialist.
#I think Dick pulls off a silver#and Roy bronze in maybe rings#and everyone freaks out#but then they go back to their lives and refuse to acknowledge it#to the point that like future batkids don't even know about it#they did it all in hopes of pissing of Ollie and Bruce#but by the end they were on better terms and it was just fun#dc comics#dcu#dick grayson#roy harper#olympics#gymnastics#batman#bruce wayne#oliver queen
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I'm your only situationship.
A/N : yall i stayed up til 324 am writing this. I felt like if i went to bed still only having it as a thought and not on 'paper' thats unacceptable. If i gotta think about this then so do yall! it was also supposed to be a small one shot but it got wildly out of hand im not sorry.
18+ MDNI
TW: typical smut, EXPLICIT mmkay im talkin clutch ur pearls explicit.
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Simon had finally come home from a grueling 6-month mission. All he wanted was some Kentucky bourbon with you at your favorite seedy bar.Â
Once he was home, Simon cleaned up, put on a black clinical mask, and sent a text to you to meet him there. As he finished his first glass of the night, a rather attractive young woman approached him, asking if she could buy him a drink.Â
âIsnât it supposed to be the other way around, lovie?â
âNot at all. This is after all the 21st century. Iâm simply askingâ wouldnât want any missus at home getting upset.â
âThereâs no one at home for me, lass.â
âWell then, how about you get yourself another glass, my treat, and weâll see where this night takes us?âÂ
He slightly nodded âheâd never say no to a free drinkâ and as she left to order a drink, he took his phone out to text you again.
âCâmon, pet. Iâll cover the tab. Too good fâme, now?â
His phone vibrated a minute later.
âI canât today, Si.â
âWhy not? I know you donât go out on Sundays.â
As the young woman came back, drinks in hand, he lifted the screen to read your response.
âIâve got a dick appointment~ Itâs been a year and then some and Iâm gonna claw at my walls if I donât get a fix ASAP.â
Simon goes tenseâ soft blues hardening to a silver and heâs gripping his phone so hard it might crack. He pulls up your contact and calls you within seconds.
âHiya, Si!âÂ
âWhat the fuck is a dick appointment?â
âOh,â you giggle. âI forget you older folk donât know âbout that. Itâs just a one-night fling. No commitments or nothin'.â Exactly what I need right now.â You donât tell him that the reason youâve practically regrown your hymen is that when youâre best friends with Simon, every other male in existence pales in comparison.Â
âAnyway Si-, heâs getting here in like an hour-â
âNo.â And hangs up.Â
The young woman whoâs casually rubbing his bicep and shoulder gets practically flung off of him, as he gets up off the bar stool so fast itâs falling back with a loud clang, and heâs yanking his leather jacket on and pulling on his leather gloves so hard theyâre about to become fingerlessâ
âHey! I thought you didnât have a girlfriend?!â
One gloved hand gripping the front door, he turns his head slightly to her and says, âPet, with how good Iâm gonna fuck her, she wonât even have to ask to know sheâs mine.â
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Youâre standing in the bathroom with your liquid eyeliner in one hand and phone in the other, staring at the ended call screen. âWeird,â you think, then shrug and put the phone down. âMaybe the call got dropped.â
You finally complete the look with your false lashes when thereâs a very hard knock on your door. You frown as you look at your phone screen. â7:14 pmâ. You know the guy said at 8 and youâre in one of Simonâs big shirts he always forgets and your hair is still tied up in an oversized pink and white polka dot scrunchieâ The pink leopard print booty shorts youâve got on will suffice.Â
The second time thereâs a knock itâs even louder.Â
âJesus Christ, Iâm coming!âÂ
You open the door and say, ��Iâm sorry I took so long, Iââ
Simon flies past you, with a rough shoulder bump and you turn to look at him and heâs almost sprinting to the bedroom, slamming the door openâ
âSimon, what the fuck? Whatâre you doinââ
âWhere is he?â, he snarls.
âWho?! Are you talking about my date? Heâs not getting here til 8! And whyâre you slamming doors in my apartment like you pay my rent?!â
You see Simon deflate immediately at the important part of your answer and chooses to ignore the rest as he takes off his jacket and walks to your hall closet to hang it. Closing your door and locking it, you growl out,
âYou need to leave. I havenât even finished getting ready. I promise Iâllââ
âNo, pet.â
âWill you quit interrupting me! Simon, I swearââ
âPet.âÂ
Youâre holding a scream behind your teeth, about to rip the hair out of your scalp when you see Simon take one loop of his mask off from around his ear and then the other. You gape. Youâve seen Simon without his maskâ that isnât the reason you can no longer find your voice. Itâs the way he put his gloved middle finger in between his teeth and pulled it off so sensually. You can feel your cheeks and ears radiate heat from just seeing the tip of his pink tongue. Christ, youâre down horrendously.
You open your mouth to say something, anything, to distract yourself from the fact that youâre getting wet over an interaction so chaste when Simon is touching your ass, giving it a hard squeeze, before moving down to the back of your thighs and lifting you up. You startle at the movement and throw your arms around his neck out of habit, hoping he wonât drop you in the move to your bedroom.
He presses you against the wall with his hips, then grabs both of your ankles from behind his lower back and hooks the back of your knees over his forearms. Simon noses your jaw and starts grinding his clothed erection deliciously hard over the definitely wet spot on your shorts and growls out,Â
âIf you think,â grind âthat Iâm gonna allow My,â grind âGirl,â grindâand you whimper in his ear, âget fucked by some little cock two pump chump,â he gives a forced chuckle, âyou must be daft, pet. Or maybe youâre doing it on purpose, eh? Trying to get my attention? Well, youâve got it now. âÂ
He moves his face to hover his lips over yoursâ you can lightly smell the bourbon he drank earlierâ and he whispers, âYou ever like this and Iâm around, you come to me. And if Iâm away, you wait for me like a good girl and when I come back Iâll give this,â he taps your pussy over your shorts, âgreedy little cunt all the cock it can take.â
With a shaky breath, you nod before he kisses you, his bourbon-flavored tongue curling against yours, and youâre moaning into it because youâve wanted this for too long and heâs finally touching you. Curling your fingers into his ash-brown hair, you move your mouth to his neck, to the right of his adamâs apple, took a bit of skin between your teeth and sucked.Â
Simon hisses, dips his fingertips into your flesh hard enough to bruise, and all but yanks you off the wall to toss you onto your bed.Â
You yelp as you bounce from the force of his throwâ youâre still bouncing on the bed when Simon grabs the waistband of your shorts and knickers to pull right off, which youâre grateful for because the grey knickers you got on arenât what anyone would wear for a first, second nor third impression.
Simon grabs both of the back of your knees with one hand, goddamn bear paws, you think, before you feel his tongue in between your lipsâ so warm and wet and fuck, you needed this, needed himâ and he flicks his tongue up and down on your clit. He sticks his long middle finger into you and it goes in without resistance, youâre slippery, drooling over his wrist and finger thatâs curled up into the rough patch of nerves against your gummy walls, that heâs pressing into, over and over. God youâre about to come, your legs shake in his one-handed hold and youâve got a white knuckle grip on the forearm youâre sinking your nails intoâ
Simon pulls away. You were so close, your eyes start watering because he canât possibly be this mean to you but then you see him shove his tongue in between his middle and ring finger, eating up your nectar when he says, âThe first time Iâm gonna make you come, itâll be on my cock. I want to see the frothy white cream you're gonna leave at the base.âÂ
Youâre nodding hysterically at this point, anything for him to make you come, anything for him. With a twirl of his index, heâs telling you to get on all fours. Scrambling, you turn over and arch your backâ resting your head on your forearmsâ and you feel his calloused palms run down from your spine to your ass cheeks before he gives it a spank.Â
âYou have a condom?âÂ
You shake your head and you mewl out, âNo, but Iâm clean.â
âGood. I donât want anything between us.â
You arch your back further, pressing your ass further into his hips when you hear his belt buckle clank and zipper open. Simon brings his palm to your other cheek, reddening it.Â
âFuckinâ hell, pet. Look at you spread out for me.âÂ
You feel warm velvet over steel over your slit before he slowly pushes inside, not all the way but about a little over half of his length, remembering that your g-spot is a little closer to the front. Fast, relatively shallow thrusts hitting your spot with almost clinical precision have you reeling, your orgasm about to break you, mind and body. Hands tightening painfully, you shatterâ loud, high-pitched whines, ringing in your ears and pussy pulsing around Simonâs thick girthâ and god, Simon doesnât stop thrusting. He keeps the same smooth rhythm and youâd think heâs unaffected by the tight vice your pussy has him inâ but you hear him, low, deep groans and a tighter grip on your hips telling you otherwise.Â
He pulls out to bend over your back, completely covering it, and he murmurs in your ear, âI hope you didnât think we were done. My girl wanted a fuckinâ, now sheâs gonna get it.âÂ
He takes off your pink, silly scrunchy and you see it around his tattooed wrist before he grabs your hair into a makeshift ponytail and is leaning back up and forcing your back to arch under his pull. You feel his leg at the height of your hipsâ propped up, foot flat on the bed and knee bent and the other straight on the floor and all you can think of is how this man is gonna kill you with his cock.Â
Simon snaps his hips forward, fist full of hair pulling back, stretching and filling in one strong thrust, bottoming out. He gives you no reprieve, no time to get used to how fucking deep he is, and sets an intense, firm pace that has you feeling a pinch below the navel every time his hip bones slap against your ass, balls to the clit and you love it. Every pinch in your lower belly has your pussy making a squelching sound and you canât help yourselfâ you reach underneath your body to feel how split open you are with two fingers, encasing his cock and feeling the skin drag with them as he pulls out.
That has him hissing air between his teeth, heâs about to come but doesn't want it to be over so he pulls out, and opens your cheeks to spit in your furled hole, before pressing in with the pad of his thumb, and youâre almost screaming. He moves back a bit further to spit in your pussy, not that you need itâ youâre drenching the sheets underneath youâ and now heâs spearing you with his tongue before curling it, getting your juices pooled on it before coming back up, lips smacking, and he grabs your hair in his ponytail and now he uses his other hand to curls his fingers and palm over the front of your throat and that's all it takes for your vision to darken and arms go limp but heâs again, fucking you through your orgasm and this time you leave a creamy white ring at the base of his length.Â
âOh, fuckin hell.â He groans out and it sounds desperate and you know heâs close.
âCome in me, Simon. Please fill me up, I promise Iâll keep it all in.â
He gives a strained chuckle and says, âPet, I can barely pull out of a driveway much less this tight little cunt.â He squeezes your throat hard, strands of hair popping out of your scalp and his cock feels massive, the pinch in your stomach feels like a cramp from how deep he is and he lets out a low drawn out moan that lasts 3 thrustsâ and then thereâs warmth filling you up, so much so it leaks from the sides of where you two are connected. Simon lets go of your hair and you fall face-first onto the bed, exhausted. Defeated. Back properly broken. You officially know what itâs like to get fucked within an inch of your life and you love it.Â
He pulls out slowly, with a hiss from both of you and with one hand on your left cheek, he spreads you to look at your stuffed hole.
âFuck. I love seeing me drip out of you.âÂ
Youâre about to tell him to sod off when the doorbell rings and the both of you stiffen and lock eyes. With a mean snarl, Simon grabs a towel from your bathroom and his mask before stomping his way to answer the door, pink obnoxious scrunchy still on his wrist.
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#call of duty#cod#cod mw2#cod smut#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon riley smut#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley smut#simon ghost x you#ghost cod#cod mwii#ghost mw2#ghost simon riley#call of duty smut
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would i be crazy for saying ghost enjoys (mostly) clothed sex more than anything. well, more for him than you.
like, just being able to get you down to your cute bra and panties, propping you up on his desk so he can thumb at the swollen, little bud beneath the cotton you wear. humming when the fabric starts to get wet and sticky, playing with the puffy thing as he pleases.
you contradict him in every way; pretty, pink lingerie hugging your frame a stark contrast to the black, heavy-duty cargos that hang off his hips and an equally dark, though certainly not loose, t-shirt to show off his broad shoulders. soft skin up against his rough exterior, gentle lips pressed to his scratchy beard. your clothes intricately detailed, light and lovingly cared for, while his are embedded with smoke and gunpowder and an overwhelming need to devour you whole. youâre far too sweet for him, he thinks.
he drinks in your sounds, the soft little hums that spill from your throat when your jaw falls lax shooting straight to his dick. his lips even twitch into a smile when your hands fist at his shirt, your hips nudging forward a bit when his knuckles graze your nerves teasingly.
he snickers at your giggles when he has you unbuckle his belt for him, just âcause he finds it amusing when your fingers struggle a bit with the leather in your dazed state. a tender grip on your wrist guiding your hand into his boxers rather shamelessly, having you knead him to a full erection before youâre finally allowed to take it out.
he usually hands you whatever youâd like and on a silver platter, without the need to even ask, but sometimes he makes you earn it. he promises itâs for your own good, sweetheart. you canât complain.
he carefully urges one of your legs up and onto the desk, knee bent with your foot planted right on the edge for better leverage, a more depraved sight. rubs the pretty tip of his cock up against your wet spot, the only intimate bit of him exposed as his fingers are curled tightly around his shaft, guiding his movements.
and he fucks you just like that; your panties pulled to the side, further ruining the perfect pair as he gradually pushes into your sweet cunt.
heâs benign at firstâslow and careful as he gives you time to adjust to the stretch, hardly moving much at all as he lays kiss after kiss to your forehead as a means of grounding youâbut it isnât long before youâre crumbling into that world where youâre dizzy, dumb on his cock, and the only noises coming from you are sharp huffs punched straight from your lungs. he isnât too fast with you, but heâs fucking deep, and big in every sense of the word.
he holds you delicately compared to it all, with his hands at your waist and hips, giving you a faint squeeze in allotted intervals that seem to match up with his groans. similar to that of a cat preparing its sleeping place.
you know thatâs what he plans for later, anyways. your pussy always knocks him out.
and sure, heâll let you hike the hem of his t-shirt up just enough to stare down at his pretty abs, to rake your nails across his navel as he renders you speechless on his cock. he might even have you take it off for him completely if heâs going for multiple rounds with you.
but otherwise, thatâs the best youâll get from him on most days.
perhaps itâs the power dynamic, or maybe he simply feels more comfortable like that; either way, you know itâs fucking hot.
#excuse me.#i have 200 drafts???#cod mw#simon riley#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon riley x female reader#ghost x female reader#simon riley smut#ghost smut
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The Year of the Dragon.
(Name edited, credit to @jedipirateking for the suggestion.)
A joke the fandom has been making for a while is that Tim is forever stuck at 17. What if we make that something the rest of the Batclan notice too? (I am not following cannon.)
It was just after the annual Family picture day and the new group portrait was taking the place of last yearâs and looking at it they noticed 15 year old Damian is now almost the same height as Tim. And Tim is pretty much the same as last year.
Jason and Damian take the opportunity to tease Tim calling him a shrimp and other short jokes. Which Tim rolls his eyes and goes to work on a case or something with Wayne industries. But Bruce, Dick, and Alfred are more concerned, may feel guilty thinking letting him be a vigilante stunted his growth. And looking back at the photos they have of him notice that he wasnât growing as much as a normal teen boy should have.
Bruce decides he is going to be more active in running Wayne Enterprises while Alfred plots to cut back Timâs coffee limit. And Dick is going to help out coordinate the patrols. (He had to move back to Gotham when the Bludhaven city spirit forced all the people out before the city got blown up. Itâs a long story but dick has been really down and unmotivated after that.)
Tim is not taking any of this well, and feels like his family being stifling. So he decided to start going through the basement and vault of Drake manor. Which he has been putting off since he didnât really have time for it between patrols and WE. And in the family heirlooms vault, shoved way in the back with covered in dust and many other things sitting on top, he finds an oak box with an ornately caved dragon on it. Opening it up he finds it is velvet lined and has a large pendant that looks a silver dragon ďżźcurled deep violet amethyst egg. And next to the pendant is a scroll made of thin leather.
He pulled out the scroll first and tried to read it but it was too faint of lettering to make out in the somewhat dim vault light. But what little he could make out it it was really old 14th century English and mentioned something about a coming of age. He rolls it back up and puts it aside to instead pick up the pendant. When he touches it there is a faint static shock that surprises him other then that the silver and purple necklace doesnât seem out of the ordinary.
His phone lets off a chime to remind him that diner is in an hour, so he pack the pendant and scroll back in the box and places it in his bag with a few other items he finds interesting and wanted to look into more later. Then returns to Wayne manor to eat before patrol. It isnât until he wakes up the next morning he realizes that he should have probably read the scroll before touching the pendant.
He wakes up to knocking on his bedroom door and someone yelling at him to get up. He had gotten into the habit of locking his door back when Damian first moved in. He yelps in surprise, falling over because his center of balance is all out of whack when he tried to stand. Now he is fully awake and takes stock of himself.
Scales?
Scales! Why are his arms covered in scales?! His hands look like a mix of paws and talons. He struggles out of the sheets to look at the rest of himself. His pjs are stretched and torn in places to accommodate the new digigrade shape of his legs. Not to mention he now has a long tail and wings and a longer neck. He rushes to his personal bathroom and awkwardly stands up on his two legs so he can get a good look in the mirror. And yep that is a distressed dragon face looking back at him. He catches himself making a weird keening sound as he plops down to sit on the bathroom floor.
Moments later he hears the sound of his bedroom doorâs lock being picked. Bruce calling his name and Duke explaining he had heard animal noises from the room. Tim scrabbles to try and get the balcony door unlocked so he can escape and find a way to change back before anyone can see him, but moving on all fours and the new talon hands he is not used too take up too much time and the bedroom door is open.
Living in a family of vigilantes, their reaction time and fight or flight instincts are quick, and Tim is tackled to the floor by Duke while the others start looking at every inch of the room for clues as to what happened to their seemingly missing brother.
Bruce is looking at the dragon in Timâs pajamas for a second before saying, âTim? Is that you chum?â
Tim tries to answer but all that comes out is a warbling chuff. Which takes Tim by surprise and has him nearly start to cry in panic. He canât Talk!
âHey, youâre ok Tim. Deep breaths. Duke get off him. Breath with me Tim. In 1, 2, 3, 4. Out 1, 2, 3, 4.â Bruce spoke in his soothing a scared child voice. Tim was half annoyed at himself for how much it helped.
âB, Look at this!â Dick said holding the box with the scroll and dragon pendent instead open. Now the gem is a very pale see through purple with only a sliver on the bottom the original color.
They take it down to the bat cave and get to work deciphering the scroll. Turns out the Drake family line are descendants of some ancient medieval ďżźprince named Aragorn and that there was a family tradition that on the sixteenth birthday the child would have to live a year in dragon form to let it catch up in maturity. But after the dragon form catches up they will be able to freely shift between forms. But if they donât follow the tradition they donât age properly, and the longer they put off the tradition the longer they have to spend as a dragon.
And that is all I had time for before bed. So who does this affect the family dynamic? What about the relationship between Tim and Damian? How do we bring Danny Phantom into this? Does he think Tim is a ghost dragon at first?
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#dcxdp#danny phantom#batman#batfam#danny fenton#story prompt#dc comics#tim drake#tim drake wayne#Tim turns into a dragon#he is a juvenile dragon#thatâs why he seems stuck at 17#cause he never went through the secret family coming of age tradition#said tradition is that he has to spend time in dragon form to let it catch up#this could be any where between 1 to 15 years#the drakes are the descendants of Dorothea and Aragornâs family from Danny phantom#the dragon pendants they have are ghost versions and work differently then the living world one
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hands | l. norris
warnings: the smuttiest, horniest smut ever bc i'm feeling some type of way, it's complete filth
author's note: absolutely no excuse for this, i will take myself down the stairs to hell
"fuck," he muttered under his breath, eyes widening as he watched his hands wrap around your throat.
your breathing sped up as your airway was slowly cut off, the cold silver of lando's rings pressing against your throat sending shockwaves straight to your core. your pupils were so large they were almost your whole iris, fixed on your boyfriend's hand through batting eyelashes. you were sat on his lap, thighs either side of his hips, pressed against him as his other hand pushed an escaped strand of hair back behind your ear.
he squeezed harder, causing your breath to hitch as you grinded against lando's crotch involuntarily, causing an attempt at a moan to leave your mouth. desperation and lust were the only things on your mind right now, added to as lando's spare hand cupped your jaw.
his index finger traced over your features, sliding over your cheek before swiping on your lips. you let him do whatever he wanted, pulling on your bottom lip until he could see your teeth. he let out a shallow scoff at how willing you were to please, how you were just taking all this. your hips couldn't stop their sporadic movements, moving in tandem with lando's squeezes against your neck.
"you like being choked, huh?" his tone was degrading, with a half laugh behind it.
he took his index finger and pushed past your lips, pressing down on your tongue as he entered your mouth. tongue wrapping around it without thinking, you began to suck, imagining it was his cock instead.
all lando could do was stare. "acting like a slut, aren't you?"
you whined in response as lando added his middle finger, pushing them right to the back of your throat as you choked around them. that wasn't good enough for lando though, as he tutted at your actions.
"i asked you a question, and i expect you to answer," he stated, giving your neck another tight squeeze. "you're a slut, aren't you?"
you attempted to respond to his question, but your answer was incoherent through lando's fingers, instead just a muffle of sounds.
"what was that?" he asked, teasing tone that caused you to almost cry with frustration, trying to answer him again to no avail. "god, not only are you a slut, you're fucking braindead. a braindead cockslut, only good for sucking dick and nothing else, huh?"
you shook your head frantically, but of course, frantic head shakes and whines were not good enough for your boyfriend.
"quiet down, now," he grunted, and you obeyed, staying silent as he removed his fingers from your mouth and dragged them down your face, holding your mouth opening before leaning over you, and spitting in your mouth.
the act was so dirty, so filthy, yet so indescribably attractive and you swallowed immeadiately, earning a slight smile from your boyfriend before both hands removed themselves from your body. you took deep breaths into your lungs, recovering from the restricted airflow you had been receiving, with your eyes never leaving lando's hands.
you grabbed them with your own, and started placing open mouthed kisses down his fingers, wet and sloppy as your mouthed at his skin. his eyes never left you, and blood shot straight to his core, his length growing underneath you.
"god, you love my hands," it was a statement, really, to himself, but you couldn't help but hum against his skin in agreement. "are you a slut for my hands?"
"yes," you mumbled against his skin, finally following his wishes for the first time that night. "want them inside me, please."
and who would he be to deny you such pleasure.
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â Shows on 3.. 2.. 1..
Synopsis : Thirteen dicks in front of you, all standing tall with varying girth and size. Not a matter of when and where, but rather a matter of how.
Warnings : Svt x Idol!fem reader, unprotected sex, double penetration, triple penetration, lots of cum, anal, buttplug, breastplay, implied free use reader, creampie, cum eating, oral (fem receiving), pwp
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Seokmin gets up on his feet first before anyone and immediately stands in front of you. He touches your cheek with the back of his hand before using his fingers to open your mouth, pressing his thumb at the top of your tongue soaking it in the left over cum of his peers.
Joshua follows him almost immediately after, situating himself behind you, caressing your ass sigh his hands. "Not a single handprint in sight.. we might have to change that." He mutters before giving your cheeks a slap causing you to slightly jolt forward.
"Sit up princess, it'll feel better like this," Soonyoung says rather softly as he slowly lifts your body up on a sitting position, as you lean your body backwards on Joshua. You looked like a total wreck. Make-up running all over your face, body glistening with sweat and cum, dress all wrinkled and messy. A big difference from what you had looked like earlier on stage, all prim and proper, clean and dainty, everything set in place.
You feel Joshua slip his hands underneath your top, grabbing a handful of your left boob before taking it out and letting it hang off from your top. Doing the same go the other while Hoshi licks all over your left tit, sucking and biting your areola. Seokmin, on the other hand, had a different vision as he takes his hard dick in hand, rubbing the tip all over your right tit spreading his pre-cum.
Sighing with satisfaction, he leans down and takes your right boob in his mouth, licking it clean off your pre-cum. The blonde beside him groans as he pulls away, doing the same to your left before diving back in, moaning in delight. Soonyoung slides his hands down across your stomach before drawing circles on your pussy.
You moan as you threw your head back resting it on the eldest shoulders, chest heaving heavy, hips rocking back and forth on Soonyoungs hands.
You can feel Joshua's dick press hard against you, teasing the the rim of your ass, hole plugged with a silver buttplug embossed with a big ruby heartâ a gift brought to you by yours truly. He slapped your cheeks again, much more harder this time making you really feel the toy up in your ass causing you to whimper.
"Please.." You whisper, finally talking after an hour of being silent. "Please what baby?" The man behind you whispered back, pushing the plug deeper than it already is. "Please Daddy.. I need you.." You spoke softly, half an octave louder this time.
"Do you think she deserves it?" Soonyoung, finally de-attatching himself from your tit, now rubbing the tips of it. "I don't know.. has she been good?" Jeonghan said rather brazen, asking the spent up members scattered among the couch legs in a manspread, some dicks were soft, while some were still half hard, looking for another release.
They all hum in agreement, and with that, Joshua slowly took off your plug revealing more cum to drip out of you. Blotches of semen combining the sperm of 95z when they had their "pre-game" before going on stage came running down your ass, down to your cunt.
Not wasting a second longer, Joshua slowly started to push into you making you gasp and moan at the intrusion. Seokmin finally pulls away giving Soonyoung space to situate himself in front of you lifting your thighs to sit both on his and Joshua's leg. He waited before the elder and you were comfortable with each other before grabbing his own length in his hands and gliding it across your pussy.
Toying with you for a while, preparing you for what's about to come, before slowly pushing in your pussy. Joshua holds your hand behind your back keeping you in place as you make loud noises while Seokmin makes his way in you. It wasn't your first time taking both of them at the same time, but somehow, it never gets easier.
"Good job baby.. taking it like a good girl. Our pretty little cock sleeve," Seokmin coos as he cups your face in one of his hands. "Ready for one more?" He follows, a smirk well displayed on his face. Your eyes widen at this as he positions himself behind you, beside Joshua.
"She's more than ready, had the plug on for the whole duration of her performance, 'm sure she'll be fine." The elder says caressing your waist sliding down to the curve of your ass. The youngest scoffs at this before holding his dick and slowly starting to push in you.
You moan loudly, throwing your head back again, grinding back and forthâ which only made you moan louder as Soonyoungs dick just goes deeper inside of you hitting your sweet spot. You hold on to the man in front of you as Seokmin makes his way behind you.
A few grunts, pushes, and pulls later, you had 2 dicks up your ass, and one sitting politely in your cunt. Barely giving you time to adjust, the two slowly starts to move back and forth, earlier cum now used as lube as they take advantage of it with their thrusts.
Soonyoung then follows in front of you, thrusting his hips upwards. At this very moment, you serve only one purpose for them. You were only a hot hole to be fucked and dumped cum into. Providing pleasure to their penis.
Their thrusts become harder and harder, in sync with your barely made out moans. There was never a moment where you felt empty, a rhythm forming between the three, where one goes outwards, the other two goes in. They were all hitting your right spots putting you near the edge.
Nearly forgetting about the rule, you clench your stomach to stop yourself from cumming. Resulting in an abrupt orgasm from Soonyoung, spurts of cum running directly inside you, mixing in with his his dongsaengs. But he still didn't stopped, still thrusting inside of you, riding out his high.
The set behind you seemed to be in a world of their own having their own rhythm as the dancer in front loses itself inside of you having erratic movements. Joshua's hands were all over your ass, constantly slapping it now loving the way it jiggled wigh two cocks inside of it splitting your hole up open.
"I.. I'm close.. fuck.." Seokmin whispers throwing his head back as his arms wrap around your throat leaning your head backwards. Using this as his leverage to keep himself grounded as he pounds faster into you.
Joshua, on the other hand, had his mouth open taking heaving heavy breaths as he too was getting affected by the others movements due to his cock being stroked sideways. Resorting to your body, he grips on your waist, thrusts slowly starting to speed up as he too chases for his high.
With both dicks grinding on each other and pounding into you, both boys soon came inside adding go the pile cum already pumped inside of you.
Seokmin rests his head on your shoulded as he starts to slow his movements, while Joshua leaves light feather kisses on your neck. Soonyoung slowly pulls away from you, making sure to plug his fingers inside of you ensuring not that much cum seeps out before lifting your legs to his shoulders as he kneels before you.
Leaning your body backwards more to the boys behind you, he positions himself in front of your cum covered pussy, before taking his fingers out and diving right in. You cry out a string of moans as he eats you out helplessly, trashing in the arms of the two boys behind you.
You were trying so hard to keep yourself from cumming, but the boys were making it hard on you, continuously pushing you to the edge. You were extremely overstimulated nowâ having two cocks still up your ass while your cum filled cunt was being eaten out.
"I.. I'm c.. close.. Please! No... No more!" You beg pushing Soonyoungs face away. Tears ran profusely from your eyes. You really did felt like you were close this time. You were extremely on the edge until you felt Soonyoung pull away from you.
The dancer now had his head leaned beack, hair gripped by the general leader. "That's enough." Seungcheol says sharply, pulling him away from you. You felt movement behind you, two cocks slipped out of your ass, leaving you empty once again.
You close your eyes as you whimper and lay back. You felt a kiss on your forehead, and hands running all over your body. "Last round baby.. then you can rest. M'kay?"
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prompt: forced throuple au; Ghost decides that you and Johnny are his (part 5; ghoap x reader) masterlist
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Give him blood and heâll give you something new to chew on.
Except that isnât the way it goes. Not this time at least.
He tries to talk Ghost out of it, but it falls on deaf ears. Blatantly ignored. The car barrels down the motorway under the cloak of night, a swell of stars overhead as the city falls farther behind. Radio shut off. Johnny thinks if Ghost had his way, the radio wouldâve been pulled out entirely, just wires and an empty, black cavity in the dashboard, but itâs a rental.Â
And no one wants to deal with the paperwork involved in damaging military property. Not even Ghost.
Ghost wonât so much as glance over at him. Unaffected as ever, as if they didnât just fuck. Johnnyâs stomach hurts when he thinks about it. Even without her knowing, heâs broken his girlâs trust. Not for the first time; maybe not even the last. His guilt echoes not only that he let Ghost make him come, but that he liked itâthat the buzz in his bones says do it again, please god, again, please let me come, I need to come, touch me, pleaseâ
He thinks about his girl, then turns to Ghost again.
In the pit of his stomach, Johnny knows this is wrong. In his rational mind, he knows it. If he were in a better place, he wants to think that heâd make a real attempt to change Ghostâs mind, maybe get him to turn around at the next gas station, but he canât deny the excitement bubbling in his belly at the prospect of seeing his girl again after a week of nothing.Â
The silence has been eating away at him. Bits of his brain flaking away, moth-eaten. Checking his phone again and again to no new messages, getting the same voicemail message whenever he calls. Something flutters high in his chest, an itch he canât scratch; it tells him to take off in the middle of the night, drive all the way back home and pound on her door until sheâs forced to answer it, forced to talk to him face to face.
Again and again, he tries looking at it from her perspectiveâtries to empathize with her. What he wouldâve done in her shoes had she allowed a coworker to grab his dick in front of a crowd of strangers. Itâs more than fair, he thinks. His own shame leaks out of his pores in the middle of the night, sleeping on top of the covers because he sweats right through the sheets.Â
And yet, he keeps butting up against his own anger. Talk it out with me, yell at me, he growls into her voicemail, anger growing as the days pass one by one.Â
Itâs the road that alerts him to their arrival into the city more than anything. More cracks in the asphalt, the car rattling over sewer depressions and potholes in a way that says home sweet home. Usually itâs a source of comfort, like seeing the silver lining on grey clouds or the iridescence in an oil spill, purples and greens catching the light. Not now. Now the road winds like descending into the underworld, each turn coming with a sinking feeling.Â
They park down the road from the flower shop, tucked just out of sight. A cool breeze wafts over his hot face when he steps out of the car. It nearly rocks him back. When he glances up, his heart stutters at the sight of her bedroom window, sealed tight now. Only cracked open during their sleepovers, when Johnny runs a bit too hot at night for them to sleep comfortably with the window closed.Â
âShould IâŚdo ye want me to give her a call to wake her up?â Johnny asks tentatively, shutting the car door softly so as not to make a noise.Â
Ghost shakes his head. âWeâll let ourselves in.â
Johnnyâs picked hundreds of locks in his time; heâs jimmied open doors with crowbars, set up explosive charges, used a good old fashioned ram from time to timeâno stranger to the tradeâbut it feels decidedly uncomfortable with Ghost at his back, staring down at him as he breaks into his own girlfriendâs apartment.Â
âThis is a bad idea,â he grumbles, turning the pick in the lock until he hears a familiar click inside.Â
Ghost doesnât answer, just raps his knuckles against the back of Johnnyâs head. A silent get a move on.Â
Her apartment looks the same but different when they enter it. His muscles remember the layout though. The pink couch in the living room with two dimpled pillows on either side, the footstool by the door, the stand with her shoes all piled in neat little rows, the vase on her kitchen island with a fresh new bundle of flowers, fragrant when he dips his head to take a whiff. Heâs loved flowers ever since meeting his girl.Â
Ghost doesnât try to muffle his footsteps for once. He rummages through her cabinets and drawers with all the finesse of a first time burglar looking to get caught. It smacks of intentionality. Johnnyâs worked with him too many times in the field to know that if Ghost wanted to disappear into the darkness, he would. Heâd be the thing creeping silently through the shadows, tread lighter than air, close enough to touch but never see.Â
So itâs more than deliberate when he noisily shuts a drawer. Baiting her out.Â
Itâs no surprise when Johnny hears her creep around the corner from out of her bedroom. Heâs tucked in the shadows of the living room, just out of the light, so he sees her first when she comes silently down the hall, whole body trembling with fear, the bat she keeps beside her bed drawn over a shoulder. Even her hands shake around the grip.
Of course she yelps when Johnny says her name, stepping out of the shadows, swinging wild. He winces when the bat smashes into a lamp, shattering it on impact.Â
âFuck!â she screams, scurrying backwards into the wall behind her. Several framed pictures rattle against the wall, nearly knocked off their hooks.Â
âNoisy, isnât she?â Ghost grumbles from the kitchen, tossing a bored glance over, unbothered by the commotion. He undoubtedly heard her creeping down the hall as well.Â
âWhat the fuck?â she gasps, chest heaving when she breathes. Her eyes dart from Johnny to Ghostâs massive form in the other room. Poor nervous thing. She must recognize Johnnyâs voice saying her name even through the panic because her lips droop in a frown, more confused than petrified.
âHen, itâs jusâ usânothing to worry about,â Johnny coos, hands stretched out in front of him to show he means no harm.Â
It gets her to lower the bat, but only just, the slightest dip that has him darting forward to pry it gently from her hands. The ceramic shards on the floor will have to be swept up later, but heâs relieved that at least she didnât step on any of them.Â
Up close, sheâs just as pretty as he remembers. Pretty as pie. How could she not be? In the glow of youth still, not like it's been a decade since they last spoke face to faceâonly a little over a week. A sight for sore eyes, even though Johnnyâs narrow when he stares down at her and thinks about the week of his texts and calls going unanswered. His jaw undulates, rage held back by the thin thread of her scent that wafts under his nose, making him lean into her.Â
Breathe in and out.Â
âUs?â she repeats, brow furrowing.
She glances over at Ghost again, the man still ambling around the kitchen, at home in her little one bedroom apartment like he visits her frequently. Like itâs his as well.Â
âAyeâŚGhost wanted to comeâSimon wanted to apologizeâŚfor the other day,â Johnny explains.Â
âYou broke into my apartment in the middle of the nightâŚso Simon could apologize for sexually harassing me?â she says, the disbelief smacking in her words.Â
âHen, it's no' nice to say it like thatââÂ
âNo time like the present,â Ghost says, not ashamed in the slightest. âHeard you werenât taking Johnnyâs calls. Might notâve had to do this if youâd picked up.âÂ
Johnny doesnât believe a word of that, but thereâs no reason to call him out on it now.Â
He can see her wrestle with a trifecta of emotions competing for first place. Anger, embarrassment, and then, a smidge of worry holding up the rear. Aware of the fact that she woke up to two grown men, one practically a stranger, breaking into her apartment under the guise of having a conversation. His heart aches at the thought. The lionâs share of the blame rests with him, but still itâs her that suffers for it.Â
âYouâŚyou shouldnât be here,â she rasps, flinching when Johnny lays a hand on her waist, towering over where sheâs still cowered against the wall. Bat gone now, defenceless. Her pupils narrow to a pinprick. He almost tuts, poor thing. Scared out of her wits.Â
It feels so good to touch her though. Soft and yielding.Â
ââWas Simonâs idea, hen, but, ahââ his breathing picks up when his fingers tighten on her waist and she squirms ââI was goinâ crazy thinkinâ ye were pissed for what happened last week. Couldnae get a wink of sleepâkept closinâ my eyes and seeinâ your face. Nearly broke me.â
âI am pissed at you,â she snaps, temper getting the better of her.
âI ken, I ken,â Johnny coos, ducking his head until his lips graze her temple. âSimonâs sorryâwe came all the way here so he could tell ye to your face, but fuck, hen, Iâm sorry tooâshoulda said something instead of standinâ there like a fuckinâ doltââ
âYou shouldâve,â she interrupts, still fuming mad, an iceberg melting right in front of them. It makes his cock pulse.
ââAye, hen, Iâve no excuse, none at all. Shoulda told Simon to fuck off and keep his hands to himselfââ
âCareful, Johnny,â Ghost says warningly, finally stepping into the living room. He fills out the archway imposingly, almost forced to twist his body on an angle to step in.Â
Her eyes cut over to Ghost, narrowing, lips pursing. Johnnyâs heart jumps in his chest. Itâs one thing to see his girl again in the flesh, but to see her all righteous and on the verge of an argumentâhe could bend her over the back of the couch now, sink into the plush, delicate folds of her pussy, reacquaint himself with deep, languid thrusts. Heaven after not getting his cock wet in a week.
He flinches when he thinks about the last person to touch his dick.Â
âSo youâre sorry?â she says to Ghost, her disbelief clear. Difficult to see why she wouldnât find it hard to believe that the man that shamelessly grabbed her ass in broad daylight in front of a group of his colleagues and her boyfriend would now choose to apologize.Â
Johnny knows the answer is no when he sees the way Ghostâs eyes rove over her body, taking stock of her little cotton pajamas and her bare feet curling against the cold floor. Ghost tilts his head to the side, eyes travelling back up to meet hers. âSure I am, bird. Donât I look sorry?â
Neither of them answer that. Arguing with Ghost feels different, like inviting in danger. Moving too suddenly in front of a hungry dog, jowls loose and salivating for a bite.Â
He takes a step closer. âComplete pillock, wasnât I? And now Johnnyâs getting the silent treatment âcause of it. Just couldnât bear another second of him moping around base on the verge of tears.âÂ
Johnny frowns at that. His girl frowns too, but thereâs something more to it. He wouldnât blame her for not accepting Simonâs apology, if he could even call it thatânothing about it rings sincere, more like words spoken softly to call a kitty overâbut questioning it feels worse somehow. Like detonating a bomb at two thousand feet above ground.Â
ââŚOkay,â she says instead, voice trembling a little. âApology accepted. You guys can go home now.â
âBirdâs forgiving, huh, Johnny?âÂ
Johnny preens despite himself. âAye. Sheâs a good girl, Lt. Told ye so.â
Ghost nods. âThatâs right. A good girl whoâs gonna let us make it up to her âtil we have to report back in forty-eight hours.â
âWait, you canâtââ she starts, then cuts herself off when Ghostâs eyes flash.
He canât help the way he shudders at the helpless look on her face. Downturned eyebrows, pretty lips slack with disbelief, just the slightest hint of a whine building in her throat that dies when it dawns on her that nothing short of calling the cops will make the two of them leave.Â
And sheâs a good girlâwould never call the cops on him. His perfect girl. Sweet as pie.Â
Johnny falls in love a little bit more when she presses her squeezed fists against her eyes and exhales. âFine. Iâm tooâIâm going back to bed. We can talk about this in the morning.â
Ghost doesnât react to her acceptance. Itâs taken as a simple fact of natureâhe says something and it happens. He speaks the world into being.Â
âIâll take the couch,â he grunts, finally sitting down to unlace his boots. He looks comically large on her little couchâitâs more than likely that his feet will hang off the end, if not everything from the knee down.Â
Johnny already figured as much. No point in them driving all the way back to base when they both have the next two days off duty and thereâs a perfectly serviceable couch for Ghost and the other half of her bed for him. He thought theyâd have to convince her a bit more or strong arm her into it (a putrid thought; heâd rather have sweet talked her into the idea), but his girl always manages to surprise him in the best way.Â
On that thought, he looks over his shoulder towards the bedroom door, cock throbbing again at the thought of getting to hold his girlâs body against his. Touch starved dog. Mangy mutt, tongue lolling out at even the possibility of a pet.Â
Ghost must notice the object of his gaze because he sets him straight. âYou can take the floor, Johnny.âÂ
His tone brooks no argument. When Johnny whirls around, the words already on his tongue, sheâs my girl, Iâve already slept in that bed ten times over, the sight of Ghostâs bare face, the mask now off, dangling in his hand like some scrap of fabric, makes him lose his train of thought. Itâs not often heâs granted the luxury of seeing Ghostâs faceâwide, clean shaven jaw, buzzed blond hair, old burn marks like a half-moon around his eye, nasty old scar slicing through his lipsâand to see it now, here, makes something in him give.Â
Saturnine man with a wolfâs appetite. Ravenous.Â
It burns him that his girl looks slightly relieved at having the bed to herself. Irks him. Makes his jaw clench on a mean remark, half tempted to spit out something cross. Just because things have gotten complicated, now heâs not welcome in her bed? After the week heâs spent toiling, trying to make amends? Pleading desperately over the phone, stewing in guilt and heartacheâJohnny knows sheâs a good girl, but if he finds out that sheâs replaced him with someone else in the week since they last saw each otherâ
Even the thought makes him see red.
He watches her as she turns around to retreat back to bed, more than a little displeased.Â
âGive Johnny a little kiss before bed, why donât you, bird?â Ghost lightly suggests. Not a suggestion.Â
She freezes mid-turn. His expression dares her to put up a fuss. Johnny again nearly clucks his tongue, troubled on her behalf. Her spitfire nature is snuffed out easily under that stare. Grown men with experience in the field wither under Ghostâs stare. Itâs no weakness of hers that she acquiesces time and again to his demands, glancing up at Johnny from under her eyelashes before shuffling over, pressing the lightest of kisses to his cheek.Â
âBetter than that,â Ghost grunts, unimpressed.Â
His poor darling. Humiliated now. No skin off his back though. Johnnyâs heart pumps double time when she presses her lips to his; soft petals that spread when he slips his tongue into her mouth, too eager after a week of nothing. Touch starved. Desperate to sink into her, lap his tongue over her lips and the roof of her mouth and press her jaw open to spit messily in her mouth. Take it, hen, every piece of me.
She rips her lips from his and dances away when he tries to get his hands on her, eyes wide, casting one last glance over at Ghost before hightailing it back to her room.Â
He barely resists going after her. Only Ghostâs stare roots him in place; his voice in Johnnyâs head that rumbles, heel. Iâll tell you when to go.
He still doesnât know what it says about him that he angles himself towards it. Bows his head to it. Moth to a flame that shocks him to the bone when he touches it.
Ghost tosses him the second pillow from the other end of the couch and takes the only blanket for himself. No matter. Johnnyâs bivouacked on snowy cliff sides, chilblains blistering his toes for weeks; nights spent camped in torrential downpours, his tent on the verge of collapsing; windswept baysides chilling him to the bone. He can handle a pillow on a hardwood floor.Â
The ebb and flux of an ocean in his ear, and then Ghostâs voice from the couch: âIâll take first watch.â
Whole body falling loose as if snipping a cord tethering him to the world.Â
âIâll clean up the lamp in the morning,â he mumbles, vision already blurring. Ghost hums low in his throat.
He falls asleep with Ghostâs voice in his head, his girlâs taste still in his mouth.
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heâs my little ponyboy .á
mdni.
âthis isnât fair.â
you turn around, spinning on your heel to look back at your boyfriend. thereâs a gorgeous pout on his face while he pulls at the cuffs that bind him to the chair, long legs taking up copious amounts of space as he manspreads lazily.
satoruâs face is as handsome as ever, even with his bright eyes covered by a dark blindfold that youâd brought from the store earlier that day.
âthis is so unfair and mean,â he continues, moreso to himself than you.
you hum, turning back to the mirror again to run the straightener over the last section of your hair. you hear the jangle of the metal cuffs again, stifling a laugh when you hear him curse under his breath.
âyeah? how so?â
he scoffs loudly; you can practically hear the sarcastic eyeroll. you hike your opaque tights up your legs - though opaque is a stretch, theyâre practically transparent - smiling to yourself as they hug your figure.
âyou have me tied to a chair with a blindfold over my eyes!â he complains dramatically, clicking his tongue.
you snicker. of course, you do have good reason for tying him up. itâs one of your best friendâs birthday parties, and to you, college parties were everything. dolling yourself up was always so much fun, especially when you knew itâd drive satoru mad.
the only issue was, when you were dolled up, satoru was bricked up. last time you tried to leave for a party you were late. not fashionably late, a whole three hours late, because satoru was too consumed with drilling his dick into you to notice the time.
rightfully, youâd been mad, but it didnât even last a day - one look at his face and youâd caved.
this time however, things would not be the same. not if you had anything to say about it. with him tied up, he couldnât let his hands wander. with his eyes covered, he couldnât ogle you. see? problem fixed!
he whines, bottom lip jutting out as he sulks. âi just wanna look... i wonât even touch!â
âyou know thatâs a lie. i just wanna get changed in peace, baby,â you explain, and he hears you rummage through the wardrobe, âi actually want to be present for this party.â
he mutters something unintelligible but settles down, clearly acknowledging the fact that it was his fault that you were late the last time.
â...and iâm butt naked right now, i donât think you could keep your hands to yourself.â
you watch him as the words leave your lips, revelling in the sharp inhale they cause. he shifts uncomfortably, licking his lips. he pulls at the cuffs in a pathetic attempt to release himself, âreally?â
âkidding!â you say sweetly, close to his ear so you have a full veiw of the shudder that runs up his spine in response.
âi hate you,â he mutters, biting his lip at the mere image of your body. thereâs a growing tent in his pants.
you laugh, pulling on a black, strapless minidress before twirling in the mirror happily. it grazes your midthigh and shows off the skin of your collarbones. there's a single silver necklace clasped around your neck - a tiny diamond heart that was one of satoruâs many gifts.
âoh, i look good,â you say proudly, and you catch your boyfriend groan.
âlet me see,â he half pleads from the other side of the room.
you shake your head even though he canât see it as you sit on the bed, slipping on your heels.
âbe patient, baby, iâm almost done.â
his knee bounces impatiently, suddenly frustrated by his lack of senses. satoru can feel his hands getting clammy - he hopes the blindfold miraculously disintegrates so he can at least look at you.
the minutes pass by and his blood turns to molten lava, dick straining against his sweats. it suddenly feels so much hotter in the room than it did before.
âa or b, handsome?â you call from somewhere, and satoru sighs breathily.
how could you ask him to pick something he couldnât even see?
âb,â he says eventually.
âwrong, the answer was c!â you sing, putting a pair of stud diamonds into your ears and leaving him to sulk.
at least he thinks, before heâs feeling your lips against his. he leans forward, chasing the sensation before you away leaving him slightly disorientated.
âyouâre doing so good, baby,â you coo - it goes straight to his dick, âiâm almosttt done.â
satoru groans, irritation and need filling his lungs like water. were you even almost done? what he would give to pry off these cuffs and blindfold.
â...i wanna see you, beautiful.â
he can feel his ears turning pink.
â...please.â
the laugh that you let out makes him want to die and so undeniabley horny that it fucks with his brain.
ânot yet.â
his head follows the sound of you walking around the room, moving back to the mirror, where you apply your finishing touch; lipgloss.
the day youâd found the perfect lip combo you jumped for joy. now, you wear it everywhere.
your boyfriend hears you smack your lips together twice, before sensing you approach him. you strategically place yourself between his legs as you untie the blindfold.
and as you do, satoru thanks every god in existence that he gets to exist in the same timeline as you.
because when his vision is finally cleared, his breath catches in his throat.
your hair is expertly done, not a hair out of place as it grazes your midback; makeup emphasizing your natural beauty with mascara lengthening your pretty lashes. and donât even get him started on the dress. he should start charging people for looking at you.
âpretty?â you ask, but you can already tell from his dazed, lovesick expression that the answer is yes.
he doesnât answer for a moment, his eyes doing multiple appreciative runs over your figure.
âyeah,â he breathes finally, âreal pretty, baby.â
satoru leans forward, nuzzling into your stomach. you smile, raking your manicured fingers through his messy white locs.
âi wanna fuck you,â he mumbles into the fabric of your dress, âbad.â
a laugh bubbles from your chest as you point at the clock, âwe donât have time, love, you know that.â
he groans, looking up at you with those cerulean irises that you were so disgustingly weak to, âjust a quickie?â
âno.â
âcâmon baby, iâll hold back!â
âyou wonât.â
his head tilts to the side, veins in his neck showing as he strains against the restraints. the high of his cheekbones and ears are dusted pink; his lips are red from how much heâs being chewing on them.
âplease, love.â
you donât answer him, instead your fingers glide down the back of his neck, satisfied when the hairs raise in anticipation. you lean down to meet his mouth and he reciprocates with the sloppiest kiss he can muster from this position as your other hand cups his jaw.
the mucles in his biceps cry from the force heâs putting in while he tries to break the cuffs; the veins ripple under his skin. heâs desperate to have his hands anywhere on you.
he can taste the flavour of your lipgloss but it does nothing to deter him - instead encourages him to strain his neck further, back flush against the back of the chair as you begin to straddle him. he can feel your nails raking across his scalp; his dick twitches with interest.
you pull back far too quickly for his taste. it takes everything in your power not to drag him into bed like a bitch in head at the fucked out expression his giving you.
he watches your fingers pass over your lips, sighing to yourself as you bring them away to see smudged lipgloss.
satoru pathetically whines at the loss of contact when you get off him, throwing a heatless glare over your shoulder.
âyou ruined my makeup, baby, i guess youâre gonna have to sit there and wait til i finish it again before we can go!â
oh, fuck you. literally and figuratively. heâs going to fuck you in that dress, hell, he would probably do it in front of an audience at the party. but you wouldnât allow that... right?
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Straight up torturing Dazai by only making him cum untouched
I have this problem while writing smut that I forget the character has a dick cuz I over-focus on something else, so most of my fics start out as cumming untouched and I change it later on lol thanks for saving me the trouble
Dom!reader x sub!dazai - reader is gn
Warning: semi public (in an alley), teasing, degrading, marking, hair pulling, choking, sub-space, dacryphilia, nipple play
Edit: does this fic even make sense?
Now heâs done it, fuck, what to do- he didnât think youâd be this angry.
Normally you werenât up for doing stuff in public, which is why he used that chance to annoy you to his hearts content. Whenever you two were going home from a mission, wandering down the streets of Yokohama, heâd start being all unbearable and flirty, and the next second heâd run off to god-knows-where to chase after another pretty woman. You were done with all these stunts he pulled, and sadly for him you werenât as nice as kunikida.
Which is what got him into his current situation. Pinned to the wall in some random alley, you staring at him with an obviously angry expression and the buzzing noises of unaware passengers missing out this spectacle. âAh fuckâŚâ dazai didnât know what you were planning on doing, but he had a precognition that it wouldnât end well for him, so he tried to use his silver tongue to talk you out of it, âheyyyy, y/n~ Whatâs got you so mad? Donât frownâ come on, how about we take a break and fill our stomachs? I know a good pla-â
You grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked on them, causing him to arch his back off the wall. It was so sudden that he had no time to prepare himself, and accidentally mewled, âahh, god, y/n, donât be so forceful with me.â He almost sang the last part, still bearing that annoying smile on his face. âYou should have thought twice before acting up.â The grip you had on his locks tightened, making him bend forward to meet your eyes, âjust because we are in public it doesnât mean you are safe.â
That was a threat, right? That was definitely a threat. And yet- he was grinning from ear to ear, unable to stop himself from clenching his thighs together. âWhaaaat? Of course Iâm safe, where is the threat huh?â The brunette chirped, and you clasped your hand over your face. âYou really want this, donât you?â You asked, glaring at him from between your fingers. He shrugged, playing dumb.
You stepped closer to him, bodies pressing against each other. âWill you behave after I punish you?â After these words left your mouth, a shiver ran down his back, and he fumbled with your clothing, âit all depends on you.â You smirked, not planning on backing down from such a challenge. And so you let go of his hair, roughly unbuttoning his blazer and shirt, but not pulling it completely off. Then you placed your hands on his hips, lips pressing against his collarbone.
Dazai grabbed a fistful of your clothes from your back and ran his other hand through his hair, panting softly while watching you trying to work him up. He felt you nibbling at his skin, leaving red bruise marks behind. âHaa-ah, haha⌠you are being too gentle dear.â His breathing hitched when he spoke, though otherwise he was still pretty composed. You payed him no mind, instead you moved lower to toy with a more sensitive part.
Pinching and flicking his pink buds while sucking on the other one, eating him up, watching his face flush so deliciously. âNgh- not gonna answer me?â He teased, pulling at your hair to get your attention. You bit down as a result, to tell him to stop, yet he gripped down harder as he groaned, âmhhhm-aaahh~ fuuck.â What a nice reaction, you had to remember this. Slowly you managed to get him hard, seeing the bulge in his pants grow larger and larger. When you finally pulled back and stood straight, he was already sweating, all eager as he cursed at how long you took.
One look and you could tell he was needy, and pretty on edge. His flushed face was actually pretty cute, and his disheveled clothes hung from his shoulders like he was trying to appeal to you. Your hands didnât stop exploring his body the exploring, like they have a mind of their own. Groping and touching his torso. âLook at you dazai, you look like a slut.â You mumbled with a smile, and his body twitched at that statement. âYou are so mean y/n, in what world do I look like one?â
While saying that, he pushed his hips out and slipped his clothed further down his arm. âIn every,â you answered and kissed his neck. He raised his chin to grunt and pant at the feels, head and back leaned back against the stoney wall with one both hands on your shoulder. How annoying, you were still only doing the foreplay, isnât it time to get past it? And when you sucked on a specific spot that drove him crazy, he was at his limit.
âF-fine, I guess I am a whore,â small break before he continued, âfor you. So, touch me more, please?â The boy begged, looking a little embarrassed as he avoided your gaze. âIâll think about it.â Was all you said in response, before you went back to meekly caressing him. âUhhh.. y/n, that wonât cut it.â He tried to explain through his gasps and whines, and said, âI need more, something more extreme and lewd.â
âHmm~? I dont know what you mean.â Using his own Methode against himself, how petty of you. He took your hand and guide you lower, muttering, âthen Iâll show you how itâs done.â You shook his hand off and hummed, âIâm good, Iâll do it at my pace.â How devastated he looked, it seems he has finally realised what kind of mess he got himself into. He pouted as he slumped back, defeated, hiding his whimpers behind his palm as he kept on complaining, âhow could this ever count as punishment?â
âYou will see.â
He could swear he caught a glimpse of you smirking all mischievously, but before he knew it, he had been slammed further into the wall behind him. Followed by your hands squeezing around his neck. âAh- y-y/n..?â âYou are the one who wanted this.â Squeeze. With that you started applying more pressure to his neck. âHnnGh..! Ha-arghh..â He choked, eyes half lidded as he weakly pulled at your firm grip around him. A dumb grin spread across his face as his drool rolled down to his chin.
âFu- urgh! Fuck, y/n~..!!â A wet spot formed on his pants, and his face twisted into one of raw pleasure. Tongue hanging out, eyes watery with heart shaped pupils and legs shaking, struggling to hold his own weight. âYou didnât see this coming, did you?â Then more strength was applied, then you whispered close to his face, âcan you feel how your air is being cut off, and how your body is desperately trying to squirm free?â And you squeezed down even more, making him gag and choke again. âHaaa-nghhh..! K- kill me, guuUh, I dare you.â
He was still looking all competitive, though he wonât be able to hold out much longer. You pushed your body into his, leg slightly rubbing against his leaking bulge, stealing a loud groan from him. Followed by small whines of bliss, âMmnHhh..! Ah- hngG, uh-urgh.!â Such a naughty boy, enjoying all this. Your hands didnât leave him alone while you kissed his tears away, the contrast of gentleness and ruthlessness made his head spinn. Poor little dazai was trembling so much, twitching and spasming all over.
âAre you turned on because Iâm choking you, or because you want to die?â You mumbled again this skin, the vibrations of your voice tickling him, a small addition to the immense sensations he was already feeling. âMhhff⌠haha- both?â He answered cheekily, his own strength leaving his body as his instinctive try to push you away failed. âI see~ well itâs time for the last course isnât it?â
As the icing on top, you pressed down one last time, watching his eyes roll back as his consciousness slowly left him. His head was thrown back while his eyes slowly closed shut. Thatâs when you whispered into his ear, âcum for me, dazai.â And like a command he couldnât disobey, his body shook heavily before a white fluid seeped through his pants, dirtying your leg, making it all sticky.
Right as he wanted to scream his lungs out, you clasped a hand over his swollen lips, reminding him how you two were still in public. He ripped his eyes open for a split second, then tightly shut them, and moaning into your forceful palm, âmnghMm, nghhmmmfâŚ!âĄâĽď¸âĄâ
Without giving him any time to calm down from his high, you pulled away, causing him to drop onto the floor. The only reason why he hadnât fallen yet was because you were holding and pushing him up. But now his legs have finally given up. He was still unresponsive as you wiped your dirty hands on his clothes. After you were done, you took a last glance at his kneeling form, leaning against the rough wall for support. Some of his cum dripped onto the ground and he was still panting heavily.
These once fierce eyes were reduced to a melting one, full of desire and need. He wasnât full yet huh. His clothes got dirty at the tips, and his body was marked from the top to the bottom, especially his neck bore a dark crimson ring of bruises. Some tears and other fluids were still flowing across his features, but it seems he was too tired to care right now. Judging by the state he was in, itâll take a while before he can stand up and go home.
Though that was none of your business anymore, since this was going to be his punishment. You laughed a little before saying, âyou better clean yourself up, osamu. Iâll get going first~â
All he could squeak out was a weak, soft whimper.
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More Private Affairs
Author's Note: Caelus, my love, my light, my beloved trailblazer đ I ship these two so hard. You can't tell me that there isn't chemistry between them. The game literally begins with Dan Heng nearly kissing him⌠c'mon now.
Pairings: Caelus x Dan Heng x male reader
Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!characters, rimming, blowjob, aftercare
There are practically sparkles in Caelus' eyes as the trailblazer stands there motionless. His lips are parted in shock, and the only sounds that escape are tiny gasps and his breath hitching when he watches you thrust into Dan Heng sharply.
âDo you want to join?â
Caelus' eyes flick to your face, then back to Dan Heng's ass. âUh-huhâŚâ he nods. His eyes remain glued to his friend's perfectly round ass, and it looks even cuter pressed against your pelvis, slightly wet from your previous round.
âThen get down here for me.â you instruct.
The trailblazer sits on his knees, swallowing nervously. His golden eyes gaze up at you, searching for guidance.
You pet his hair gently. âGood. Come a little closer, you'll need to be quick once I pull out.â
Once you⌠pull out?
Before he has time to think about it further, your cock slides out of Dan Heng, leaving a string of cum still connecting your tip with his hole. Caelus hesitatesâstaring at his friend's leaking hole in total shock.
You push his head forward, holding him there until he finally understands his task. The trailblazer parts his lips, lapping at Dan Heng's messy hole as your load seeps out and slides into his mouth.
Being the helpful man that you are, you spread your friend's cheeks a little to help Caelus really get in there. Glancing between the trailblazer's legs, you notice his hardened member as it forms a glaring tent in his pants. His arousal is surely heightened due to his (not subtle at allâŚ) crush on his dark haired friend.
âMy, you're a hungry boy, aren't you?â Caelus whines at your teasing tone. Though he doesn't protest when your fingers comb through his hair.
After a minute, he pulls away to take a breath, and you take the opportunity to turn his head towards you.
Your friend now finds himself inches away from your length, and his cheeks darken once again. He looks at you with puppy dog eyes, glancing at your dick as if he's asking for confirmation. You need only nod at your friend for him to lick his lips then grab your cock with a trembling hand.
The heat from his mouth feels amazing surrounding your length â it draws you further in, causing your friend to gag as you push in a little too much at once. You decide to let him go at his own pace then.
It doesn't take long for Caelus to find a steady flowâbobbing his head as if he's a cock sucking expert. With one hand busy holding onto the back of Caelus' silver locks, you decide to spoil Dan Heng, sliding a finger into his hole with your free hand.
Both men moan in sync, each one enjoying the pleasure coursing through their veins. Caelus' dick is straining against his pants even more now, pushing shiny precum through the fabric.
The sight of your good friend palming himself while he sucks you off rewires your brainâdefinitely an image you won't soon forget. His cheeks struggle to contain your girth, and when he starts going faster, grunting with every bob of his head, it causes you to cum suddenlyâ
White hot pleasure fills your body and mind â numbing everything else as your only thought is filling the hole that your dick is buried in.
When you come back to your senses, you look down to find Caelus dazed while your cock throbs in his throat. And, in your lust-focused haze, you realize you'd shoved three fingers inside Dan Heng's cunt. His legs are shaking so much, and it's an obvious struggle for him to keep himself on his feet as he leans his forehead against the wall.
With everyone spent, you say you should all call it here. You pull out of both men, wrapping an arm around Dan Heng's waist again so he doesn't fall. After a second of regaining your bearings, you help Caelus stand, and then carry Dan Heng over to his bed.
Dan Heng's chest rises and falls as he lies on top of his blanketâthe first to drift off while yourself and the trailblazer sit next to him and talk before you take your well deserved nap.
You absentmindedly play with Dan Heng's fingers, tracing shapes on the back of his hand too, while you praise your silver haired friend for being so obedient for you. His cheeks flush just as much as before, telling you to 'cut it out' with a sheepish smile.
Exhaustion creeps in â the two of you gradually take your place on both sides of Dan Heng, and soon enough, you're all snoring in a snuggle pile.
If you've learned one thing today, it's that having both of your friends together like this is better than any heaven in existence.
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Discord 18+Â -Â Bluesky - Part One of OUTLAW Series
Pairing:Â Ex-Outlaw Toji Fushiguro x Outlaw Reader
WC: 8.7k
Summary: Shit luck. That's the unfortunate reputation branded to ex-outlaw Toji Fushiguro. That is, until tonight, when a reunion with an "old friend" turns his luck on its head.
Story Warning: Bar Fight, Gambling, Cheating (at gambling lmao), Violence and Blood and Broken Bones, Implied Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex (M. Receiving), Implied Ass play, Misogyny, Protective Toji, Marking, Profanity, Smut obviously, Outlaw pt.1 references, No Y/N usage here
Art by: shesdeny on X
A/N: I had Backroads by Tanner Adell on repeat the entire time I wrote this ON REPEAT. I didn't proofread i'm so tired yall
Word on the prairie is thereâs been one hell of a train heist.
Itâs the talk of the town right now, and Tojiâs soaking up every word of it as he sits at the parlor poker table.Â
One man places a card down on the table, taking a drag of his cigar. âI heard they cleaned the locomode right out. Not even a silver spoon left at the scene.â
âThorough,â Toji thinks.Â
Another slides his chips into the center, where the dealer takes them. âYup, heard that, too. Anâ I heard it was a broad that did it.â
This piques Tojiâs interest. He slides more chips forward, taps the table to check, letting them know heâs not adding any more money to this pot. Not that he has anymore to offer. Heâs really hoping the shit luck heâs been having lately turns tonight.
âA broad?â The cigar smoker asks, thick smoke falling from his lips. âCanât imagine a woman beinâ able to pull that off.â
At this, Toji snorts under his breath. These men donât know what a determined and smart woman is capable of. But he does.
Another man laughs hard, tapping his fists on the table. âThought so, too, but they caught a outlaw at the scene, too.â He tries to catch his breath, chuckling when he describes the scene. Apparently, the poor sucker was picked up from the train car with his hair knotted around the seat bar and his dick out for everyone to see. This makes Toji shake his head, amused, because he has a strong feeling he knows exactly who could have pulled something like that off.
A clean sweep? Leaving the other party humiliated just because they can? Tojiâs fairly certain about who the culprit is for this one.
âBut they say the outlaw escaped on the way to hoosegow,â notes the man. âAinât been able to find him. Probably gonna kill the broad when he finds her.â
Toji shakes his head, the slightest smirk sitting on his lips. That tracks. Leaving the scene with enemies left behind in embarrassing situations? Yeah, he knows exactly who pulled this heist off.
The men go on and on about the heist and the rumors circulating around the town. To everyone else, it all seems impractical. How could some woman possibly have the wits and the courage to be able to face off with one notorious outlaw and come out on top both literally and figuratively?Â
Toji only knows one woman capable of achieving such a feat â you.
Youâre the one who gotâ
âYou in or you out, Fushiguro?â The dealer calls impatiently. âHurry up.â
Toji checks the spread across the table, whatâs laid out to determine if heâs going to stay in the game or not. And as his eyes flit across the cards, he kisses his teeth.
He lost, as usual.
âIâm out,â he grunts, standing from his seat. âGonna take a piss.â
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The streets are alive with activity. Brothel girls stand on the porches of their building, batting their lashes and waving their handkerchiefs in an attempt to lure each and every man inside. They call out to Toji, blow him kisses and offer him the ânight of his lifeâ while waving their fingers flirtily in his direction. Toji ignores their advances, not in the mood after taking yet another hit to his already dwindling funds.
This streak of bad luck has been following him all his life. Small inconveniences, minor problems that have built up and taken a toll on him over time. It seemed as if being an outlaw was the only thing he was good at, though he wouldnât call himself one now. Heâs not sure why he ever thought hanging up his hat as an outlaw and taking up gambling would change his luck. Heâs never won, not once. But he canât seem to stop himself from putting it all on the line in hopes that heâll hit big, just one time. So far, no luck.
Toji strolls into the back alley of the parlor, nose wrinkling at the rancid smell of sweat and piss that fills the area. He finds what he thinks might be a cleaner spot than the rest of the alley and pulls his pants to his knees, grabbing hold of himself just before he begins to relieve himself.
The sharp sounds emanating from the piano keys throughout the many saloons can be heard and Toji finds himself tilting his head back and staring up at the night sky, letting a little tune fall from his lips in a whistle. Itâs when heâs shaking the remnants of his bathroom break off that he feels the cold press of metal against the back of his head, effectively cutting his whistling short.
Shit.
Just his luck. Of course heâd go out to relieve himself and end up with a damn gun to his skull.
âYa know what they say âbout whistlinâ at night, donât ya?â A familiar sweet voice sings behind him. âBrings bad luck.â
Toji chuckles, shaking his head - and the extra piss - off. âThatâs a cowboyâs belief,â he remarks. He pulls his pants back up, securing them around his waist. âAnd I ainât one.â
The stranger hums, the pressure of the gun easing just slightly, but itâs enough for Toji and he takes this moment to spin around swiftly. His large hand catches the weapon in his palm and he yanks forward, pulling its wielder with it. He holds the barrel of the gun against the center of his forehead, a sick grin sitting on his lips.
âJust kill me if youâre gonna do it. But just knowâŚI ainât got shit for ya to take.â In the dim lighting of the alleyway, Toji can just make out the way this person stares up at him through hooded eyes, teeth digging into their bottom lip as they have this short standoff with him. Then they sigh, unceremoniously lifting their skirt and holstering their weapon between their thighs.Â
âI see shit ainât changed since the last time I saw ya, Toji.â
Toji only shrugs, a lopsided grin on his face. âCreature of habit, I guess.â
And thereâs that laugh he hasnât heard in some time. One that he wonât admit heâs missed because it reminds him of a different time in his life. One that he also wonât admit that heâs missed.
Standing before him is the earlier topic of discussion amongst the men inside. Youâve got your hands on your hips, dressed in the pretty little get up you usually wear when youâre up to no good, and Toji knows youâre about to have one hell of a night. And he has a feeling that youâre going to be dragging him into whatever plot youâve cooked up.Â
He takes in your appearance, the fancy new gun you tucked away and a very nice hat that probably sells for a hefty price.
Toji motions to your new possessions. âKeepsakes from your last job? Heard it was a damn good ride.â
You lift a hand, running your fingers along the brim of your hat, giggling as you play dumb. âDonât know what youâre talkinâ about.â
He knows better than to pry, at least not in the open where just anybody can hear. So instead he tells you, âYou look pretty tonight,â and basks in the smile you give him. Soft and genuine, but only for a second before youâve shifted into the little facade you put on.
âDâya wanna show me âround here?â You ask sweetly, looping your arm through Tojiâs and tugging him along.Â
Toji slips his hands into his pockets. Truth be told, he hasnât been in this town long, just arrived a couple days ago when he heard there was easy money to make at the parlors. But he hasnât found that to be true. He was actually planning on heading out soon anyway. âNot much goinâ on in this town âround this time of night. Same olâ gamblinâ, drinkinâ, fuckinâ and fightinâ that happens in all the others.â
âHmm,â you nod, peering up at Toji with the false innocence heâs familiar with. âAnd what about you?â Youâve switched on your proper speech as well, Toji notes, but he doesnât miss the suggestive tone behind your words when you ask, âWhich one are you gettinâ into tonight?âÂ
He wants to tell you that heâll be in whatever shitshow you start, just how he always is when you two run into each other in whatever middle of nowhere town you end up in. But instead he just smirks as he leans down to your ear where he whispers, âLet's see how the night goes.â
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Youâre careful to make sure there are no watchful eyes when you both emerge from the alley arm in arm. Toji leads you back towards the parlor, not missing the salacious looks youâre getting from the other men and cowboys while he holds onto you. And you, ever the actress, offer a demure smile and nod to each and every one of them that has them melting beneath your gaze.
And itâs a ridiculous thing, really, how Toji also finds himself melting for you. Although itâs for different reasons. You can offer all the innocent and pretty smiles you want. It may fool the average man, but itâs never fooled Toji. You two are cut from the same cloth, and thatâs what brought you two together in the first place all those years ago.
Youâre a beautiful woman, of course. A perfect face with a perfect body to match, filling that outfit of yours just the way Toji has always liked. But itâs your mind that draws Toji to you. Your ability to easily cook up a scheme that you rarely fail to pull off. The way you can slip on a manipulative mask like the one youâre wearing now and wrap anyone around your finger. How you can lure people into your traps and get anything you want. Any time heâs in your presence, Tojiâs convinced that heâs sick in the head, because he canât fucking get enough of watching you conspire against whatever poor person youâve deemed your target.
It brings him back to his outlaw days, when heâd met you mid-scheme and almost threw a wrench in your plans. But somehow, it ended with you two teaming up to pull off one hell of a heist. And the aftermath? Well, let's just say you left Toji more than satisfied with the outcome.
When you two enter the parlor, it seems the gambling table has changed as well as the dealer, Toji notices. You both observe the dealer, placing three cards face down on the table. He shows one card - the 4 of diamonds - to the players around the table before setting it down and wildly shuffling them. When heâs finished and all three cards lie in a line on the table, one of the men selects a card, and they all erupt in a string of curses when itâs wrong.
Beside Toji, you scoff. âThisâll be a easy night, looks like.â You glance up at him, a teasing smirk on your lips. âPlease donât tell me ya lost all your money gamblinâ on goddamn Three-Card Monte,â you murmur just loud enough for Toji to hear. âAll ya gotta do is find the damn card.â
âCanât lose what I ainât got,â Toji chuckles. âCome on.â
Of course youâd enjoy this game, he thinks. Three-Card Monte, or Find the Lady. Itâs a card game in which the marks, or the players, are tricked into thinking they can find the âmoney cardâ among three face-down cards. It seems so simple, but if the dealer is anyone worth his salt, itâs easy to fuck the players over. Make them think they have a chance, so they just keep betting until theyâve got nothing left to lose.Â
But of course, youâre a step ahead. This dealer thinks heâll be playing you, when itâs really the other way around.
âYa ready?â You question. âLet's make it quick.â
Sounds like Toji doesnât have a choice. Looks like heâs pulling off a heist tonight. His ex-outlaw heart sings.
He approaches the table with you on his arm just as two men free up seats for you when they opt out of playing any further. You take a seat beside Toji, carefully adjusting your skirt, removing your hat and setting it in your lap. The dealer eyes you, he eyes your bosom unabashedly, grinning when you tilt your head and fix him with a curious look.
âGood evening, sir,â you speak softly and Toji watches you work your magic. âWhat are we playing tonight?â
The dealer chuckles, shuffling his cards in his hands. âWe are playinâ Three-Card Monte, pretty darlinâ.â He leans forward, the thick and nasty stench of his cigar breath making Tojiâs nostrils burn. âIâd explain how to play it to ya, but I donât know if youâll be able to keep up with the rules. This fine gentleman here, however,â he turns his attention to Toji. âWould you like to buy in, sir?â
Tojiâs gaze cuts to you. If the dealerâs statements bother you, it doesnât show. Your smile doesnât falter in the least. âYouâre so considerate.â Your voice is soft and sweet, but Toji hears the bitterness behind your words. âIâm so fortunate my darlinâ husband hereâŚâ you reach over and caress Tojiâs arm, nails dragging along his skin in a way you know will leave goosebumps in their wake. â...He took pity on poor lilâ me and taught me to play. Right, dear?â
You beam up at Toji, all soft and loving, and he wants to laugh to cover up the way his heart races â one, because youâve referred to him as your husband which heâs embarrassed to admit doesnât sound too bad. Two, because you involving him in your little game tonight excites him in more ways than one. He hasnât felt the thrill of pulling off a heist in some time, his luck almost never panning out the way he wants. But now that heâs run into you, heâs sure itâs going to take a turn for him.
âYep,â he affirms. âAnd Iâll teach ya whatever else your lilâ heart wants, angel.â Toji grins, enjoying the way your brows rise just barely at the pet name, some emotion he canât place behind your eyes. He canât dwell too long because heâs eyeing the dealer, whose gaze is glued to your breasts again. Toji roughly clears his throat, grabbing the manâs attention. âSheâll buy in.â
âIf ya say so.â Of course the dealer isnât going to argue. Youâre what he thinks is the easiest mark of his night.
The first game goes exactly how Toji imagined youâd have it play out. The dealer tells you heâll be generous and do a practice round for you so that you can âwrap your pretty head around the rulesâ, and you agree. You of course donât find the card, or so the dealer is made to believe. But you enthusiastically agree to an actual game.
The first real game, you bet low, telling the dealer that youâre just too nervous to bet too much money, and youâre not sure if your dear husband would approve.
âPut down as much as ya like, angel,â Toji pushes eagerly, earning him a quick scowl from you, covered by a sweet giggle.
âDo you want me to lose all of our money, dear?â You ask, the real question hardly concealed beneath your words.
Itâs not your money to bet, so shut the fuck up.
Your foot connects with Tojiâs leg beneath the table, just to drive the message home. Toji grunts, covering the pain with a clearing of his throat.
The dealer places the cards face down on the table, then picks the one on your left up. He shows it to you â the Queen of Hearts.Â
Fitting, Toji thinks, what with the way the dealer winks at you before he shuffles the cards around quickly then settles them into position. A cocky smile spreads across the dealer's face. He knows where the card is. And knowing you, you probably do, too.
So Toji sits back and lets you play cards while playing dumb in the dealer's face.Â
You lose this round, and he can tell itâs on purpose this time, pouting cutely and making the dealer blush a deep red as he shakes his head. âChin up, darlinâ. Why donât ya place another bet. See if your luck changes.â
âI think I will,â you declare, nodding.Â
You place the same small bet and let the dealer do his job. When the cards are settled, you tap your index finger on your chin, pretending to think really hard about it. Then, in feigned hesitation, you select a card. Toji watches proudly, relishing the way the dealerâs eyes widen when he lifts the card and turns it in your direction.
âOh! I won!â You grab hold of Tojiâs arm, your mouth slightly agape as you motion for him to look.
âLook at you,â he purrs, taking hold of your hand. He lifts it to his lips, turning it slightly to press a kiss to your wrist, right where your pulse lies, grinning when you inhale sharply. âKnew ya could do it, angel.â
Your teeth press into your lip, a shy look on your face now. Only for a moment, then youâre shaking it off as you turn back to the dealer. âIâd like to bet more, please.â
He deals you in again, a slight look of displeasure on his face when you somehow end up winning once more. And then you win again, and again. The dealerâs fingers drum rhythmically against the table in annoyance, eyeing you suspiciously.
Now, Toji gambles, but he doesnât gamble the way you do. His days as an outlaw involved doing anything that involved brute force. He was good at that. Need someone manhandled? You pay the right price and heâll take the job. Got a bounty out on someoneâs head? Dangle a bag of money in Tojiâs face and heâll do it. But when he left his outlaw days behind, and fell into a habit of placing bets he couldnât make good on, he quickly figured out that all the sneaky counting cards and sleight of hand shit was beyond him. He did, however, pick up on a few things.
Like now, when he notices two random men have joined either side of you and Toji to play the game. Theyâre obviously shills, there to try and assist the dealer in trying to cheat you out of your winnings. The shill beside Toji places his bet, the dealer shuffling the cards quickly to confuse him. He loses, pretending to be upset when the dealer moves onto you.
You place your bet - a large sum, larger than any youâve put in tonight and Tojiâs brows rise.
âYou sure about that, sweetheart?â
Itâs your money, sure, but you must feel pretty confident in your ability to win if youâre willing to put so much on the line.Â
You nod, lips curling in a smile while you watch the dealer shuffle. âYes, dear. I think this will be my best round yet. I just know Iâll have fun with this one!â
Thereâs something about that sentence that puts Toji on edge. Especially when the other man on your side leans over, engaging you in conversation while the dealer shows you the target card â the King of Diamonds. Itâs a ploy to distract you, even Toji knows that. They want you to take your gaze off of the cards so that you canât keep track of where the target is. But you stay focused even as you entertain the man, nodding along to the conversation as you pay attention to the way the cards are moved around.
It feels like forever before the dealer stops and sets the cards down. He waves his hand over them, waiting for you to pick.
You think hard, seriously this time. Toji watches the way the dealer eyes you, sweat beading along his forehead. Likely from nerves, because youâve been sweeping the floor with him for the last few rounds and heâs sure he doesnât want to lose more money. If you lost this large bet, you could walk away clean and go on with your night. Toji doubts itâd put a dent in your pocket. With all the heists youâve pulled off, especially your most recent, heâs pretty sure youâre set for quite a while.
But your eyes meet the dealers, your hand floating back and forth above the cards before coming down to point to a card and the dealer makes a noise that sounds something like a mixture of a scoff and chuckle. Thereâs certainty in his expression as his fingers flip the card over, shaking his head.
âSorry, Miss. Looks like youâll have to ââ he swallows his words when he sees the King of Diamonds sitting beneath his fingertips. âH-how?!â
You bat your lashes innocently. âHow what, sir?â
The dealer's hand slams down hard on the table, shaking the winning bets and silencing the parlor. The pianist freezes on the keys, the bartenders stop making their drinks, the guests stop speaking, all heads turning to the table where you and Toji sit. The shills now stand, and Tojiâs eyes track their movements. One directly behind you, the other to the side of him.
The dealer grits his teeth, face red with rage as he now screams. âYouâre cheatinâ!â
You gasp, hand coming to your chest to clutch your imaginary pearls. âI beg your pardon, sir!â
âOh, shut your fuckinâ mouth! I know youâre cheatinâ!âÂ
âI-Iâm just playinâ the game, sir.â You turn to Toji, mock concern on your face. âRight, dear? Did I do somethinâ wrong?â
And Toji nods, keeping the ruse going. âOf course, angel.â He sees the anger continue to rise for the dealer the more this drags on, his hands flexing into fists repeatedly. Does he plan to try and hit you? He hopes not, for his own sake. âThatâs a serious accusation,â Toji tells the dealer. âYouâd better have good proof of my wife cheatinâ. You know cheatinâ at cards means hanginâ in the town square.â
âYa want proof? Look!â The dealer flips all three cards laid out on the table, and there lies the evidence with only one Three of Clovers lying there, and two Kings of Diamonds in the spread. âSee?! I knew somethinâ wasnât right with this broad! Ainât nobody ever won Three-Card Monte this many times when Iâm dealinâ the cards! Youâre slippinâ cards onto the table!â
So heâs a cheat, too. Toji shouldâve called that. Thereâs hardly a noble and honest person working in these establishments. Even still, it boils his blood for some reason.Â
It may be the fact that Toji has lost most of his savings in this very building tonight, or it may be the way this slimeball has been eyeing you up and down all night trying to see how many times, how many ways and probably in how many positions he could take advantage of you, or the fact that heâs now speaking to you like tar stuck to the bottom of his shoe. Regardless, heâs getting pissed.
Tojiâs gaze catches yours briefly, and you purse your lips together. He can see the wheels turning, trying to think of an excuse as to how this could happen. Everyone in the building is holding their breath, and more staff have gathered around to see what the commotion is. Toji counts about three more men around you that he believes may be with the dealer. Jaw tight, he waits for your next move.
You giggle, shaking your head as you sit your hat back atop your head, and Toji watches your mask slip off in real time. âCanât believe this shit,â you sigh. âThis damn shill,â you gesture to the man standing behind you. âHeâs good.â The dealer sees your change, too, finger jutting out to point straight at you.
âI-I know you! Youâre that outlaw bitch! The one thatâs wanted all over for cheatinâ at cards, murder, breakinâ out of jail, andââ
âAww, the train robbery ainât at the top of the list yet?â You interrupt, leaning back in your seat with a pout. âFeel like thatâs my best work.â You grab hold of the dealerâs finger - swift and easy, bending it back roughly, the man screaming out in pain and doubling over onto the table. âYa got me,â you whisper teasingly in his ear. âGimme my earninâs and Iâll just be on my merry way. No need to cause a ruckus.â
âYou fuckinâ whore, Iâll-â The man winces, crying out when you bend his finger further.Â
âIâd think real careful âbout your next words if you donât wanna lose a finger.â
âOkay! O-okay!â The dealer concedes. âJust take it ând get the fuck out of here!â
Toji canât help but watch in aweâŚand arousalâŚwitnessing you in your natural element again. Youâre wild, impulsive, insane. So much so, youâve got everyone else in this parlor frozen in shock as you pocket your winnings. They canât seem to wrap their heads around a woman being so outwardly bold to commit a crime out in the open, and proudly, the way you are. Itâs admirable; it reminds Toji of when he was at his best as an outlaw, maybe better.Â
You glance at Toji, tilting your head towards the money and he snaps out of his reverie and begins to move, pocketing what he can, too.
âKeep whatever ya grab,â you offer, and Toji grins. His adrenaline is pumping, heart pounding behind his ribcage as he grabs all heâs able to. This is a feeling he hasnât experienced in so long. The feeling of winning. He doesnât ever want to come down from this high.
When your pockets are full, tied tightly and secured, you finally release the dealer who whimpers as he holds his finger to his chest. He looks about ready to rip your head off, but his eyes dart to Toji who looms over him, daring him to say something and the dealer thinks better of it.
Now all thatâs left to do is leave this place quickly and quietly. Maybe grab something to eat and find some place to sleep.
You tip your hat, and just as you turn to leave, the dealer reaches over the table and grabs hold of your dress sleeve. He yanks you forward harshly, dragging you across the table.
âIâll kill ya, bitch!â He raises his fist and you laugh, covering your face with your arms, anticipating the hit.
You wait for him to make contact, but the hit never comes. You only hear the sickening crack of bone meeting bone, and then youâre falling hard onto the floorboards a second later. Women gasp and race out of the establishment along with some men, but the remaining people step back to take in the scene. Peeking through your arms, you see Tojiâs large body standing over the unconscious and bleeding dealer.Â
You scramble to your feet and dart over to Toji. His eyes are hard, jaw clenched as he stares down at the man. âToji,â you whisper, shocked yourself at what heâs done.
âHe should watch his fuckinâ mouth when he speaks to ya,â he grunts, and you canât help but erupt into laughter. And you laugh hard, until youâre doubled over and holding your stomach.
You lean against Tojiâs arm, grinning as you nudge him. âYou soft for me or somethinâ?â
The question doesnât even register to Toji, because in that moment, one of the shills finally finds his courage again, rushing towards you and Toji with a beer bottle in hand. âYou son of a bitch!â He shouts, charging at Toji, but youâre quick to grab hold of a chair, using all your strength and swinging the piece of furniture at the man. You miss, but it buys Toji enough time to grab a chair of his own and launch it across the parlor, slamming into the back of another man at the bar.
He spins around, face contorted in rage, barking out, âwho the fuck threw that?!â
You point to the shill, who points to Toji, who points to himself.
The stranger looks confused, but still furious. And he rushes towards you all, elbowing his way through the crowd as he barrels forward. He shoves several men around, all of whom are too drunk off their asses to realize whatâs going on. They only know itâs getting rough here and they need to defend themselves. It only takes one drunk bastard to throw the first punch, and then itâs all out chaos. Arms are being thrown, furniture is flying, the floors are slippery with the mixture of alcohol and blood.Â
Toji ducks, avoiding a stray punch aimed at him, only to receive a shove in the back. He spins around, catching a man by his collar and easily tossing him aside and knocking the lights out of another man who lunges at him. Itâs complete insanity here, so loud and chaotic and in the midst of it allâŚhe finds himself having a good fucking time. This is fun for him. His fist meets the stomach of one man and his heart soars. A knee to the face of another man and his lips spread in a wide grin. His palm comes down to slam someoneâs head against the table, rendering them unconscious and Toji chuckles.
Even with the cacophony of punching and screaming and cursing, Toji can hear your wild laughter floating throughout the space.
Youâre going toe to toe with grown men, using whatever weapon you can get your hands on and itâs not even about defending yourself anymore. Youâre simply enjoying the frenzy. You donât care if the sheriffs show up, if they put cuffs on you and throw you in the slammer. Youâre used to that. You donât care if your involvement here means a death sentence. Why would you when youâve been sentenced to death in multiple towns across the prairie and have managed to escape every attempt to put you down?
Toji admires that about you, admires that you donât give two shits. Youâre only interested in doing what you love and if lying and cheating and violence is what you love, then hell, he loves it, too. So Toji lets himself have fun with you.
He throws another punch, relishing the disgusting sound of a nose bone being crushed beneath his fist.
He erupts with laughter when he wraps one of his large arms around a manâs neck and he squeezes until Toji feels him fall limp to the floor.
He lifts a leg, smirking when his foot connects dead center in the chest of a man wielding a blade and sends him flying across the room.
Then in the chaos, his back connects with yours and you both swing around, ready to take out the next person. But itâs just you. You, and your jagged whiskey bottle that youâve busted over someoneâs head and hold out defensively in front of you. The poor victim of the impact lays unconscious at your feet.Â
Toji takes these few seconds to drink you in, the way the shy and innocent mask you had on upon entry to the parlor is long gone, leaving behind the wild outlaw heâs come to know over the years. He takes in the way your chest heaves, breasts barely contained within the confines of your corset. How youâre covered in blood and grime that heâs certain isnât yours.
The violence and commotion behind you makes for quite the backdrop to this image heâs committing to his memory. Heâs never seen a woman so beautiful.
Your lips part just slightly and Tojiâs eyes dart down to the movement. You drop the liquor bottle, not caring that it knocks against the unconscious man on the floorâs head and shatters next to him. Your feet move, carrying you over to Toji until heâs just within arms reach. Youâre giving him that same look you had in the alley just earlier, chewing your lip and looking like you want to eat him alive.
And heâll let you.
Because the feeling is definitely mutual, evidence of his desire only growing in his pants. He shouldnât be surprised that this is where the night is heading, as itâs led to this many times. But something about tonight has Toji particularly excited. So, he reaches a hand forward, hooking his fingers in the front of your corset and yanks you forward. You throw your arms around his neck, and your lips meet in a sloppy kiss, full of tongue and teeth and groans. His hands palm your ass, lifting you easily and you wrap your legs around his waist. Toji presses your core against him, at the same time he feels your holstered gun press into his side and it only makes him harder. He moves your body, dragging your center along his hardening length.
âWhereâre ya stayinâ?â You gasp into the kiss, and Toji steps to the side just in time for a bottle to whizz past your heads.
âBrothel up the street,â Toji groans when you dip your head low to drag your lips along his neck. You break away to stare down at him, only smirking in response.
Yes, this night is headed exactly where he thought it would.
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Your back hits the wall hard, knocking the wind out of you and sending a painting that hangs on the wall to its demise as it falls to the floor and shatters to pieces. You barely have time to catch your breath after Toji has broken away from your nipples, courtesy of him freeing them from your corset halfway up the stairs to his room.
âFuck, ya always feel so good,â Toji lets out of a garbled moan, his lips finding your neck as you grip his hair.
âThinkinâ about me a lot, huh? So, ya are soft for me?â You ask, a giggle falling from your lips, only to be cut off when Toji presses his thick length to your core. âAhâ fuck, Toji,â you cry out. You moan when he sucks hard.Â
Heâll surely leave a mark, and some part of Toji finds that he likes the idea of you strolling around with the brand heâd left on you on display for all to see. He wants men to see you, see youâve been marked up by someone else and wonder who you go home to at night. Even if itâs not Toji, at least it was him who made it crystal clear that you laid with someone who wasnât them the night before.
He loves the idea that he gets to have you, because you choose to let him have you. Itâs not a part of some scheme youâve come up with, you donât have some ulterior motive. You donât want anything but to get your fill for the night, and you want to get your fill from him. You want him to have you, and the thought has him grinding his clothed erection against you in a desperate attempt to gain some friction between the two of you.
You tug at Tojiâs strands, moaning at the way he ruts against you, how his tongue slides smoothly across your pulse. âShitttt, donât hold back,â you gasp, and Toji canât help but chuckle.
âWhen have I ever, angel?â
The pet name has you looking at Toji the way you had earlier. A flash of something unfamiliar behind your gaze, gone as quickly as it appeared and your hands crash down on Tojiâs chest, shoving him back. He sets you down and you shake your head, wasting no time in falling to your knees without him having to say so. He watches you lift your skirt, unholstering your gun and carelessly tossing it aside. Then you undo his pants, pull the fabric down until his clothing sits in a pool at his ankles.
Your hands wrap around his cock, thick and veiny and pump him slowly. Toji grunts, placing his palms against the wall as he enjoys the view of you kissing the underside of his dick.
âLike that, angel,â he sighs when you run your tongue over the fat vein that runs all the way from his balls to his tip. âFuuuckâŚâ
Your tongue reaches his head, where a bead of precum sits and you lap it up greedily, grinning when Tojiâs legs tremble just slightly. âLike this?â You ask, swirling your tongue around him slowly just before you take his entire length to the base.
Toji hisses, hips bucking forward on instinct. He grits his teeth, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you swallow around him. Your throat squeezes him deliciously and he canât stop the pathetic groans falling from his lips. You bob around him, hollowing your cheeks as you suck and take all of him with every bob of your head.
When Tojiâs cock nudges your throat and you gag around him, Toji hisses. âYes, yes, stay there,â he grits out. You hum around him, eyes alight with mischief and Tojiâs back stiffens. The vibration shoots straight through to his cock and Toji leans his forehead against the wall to keep from losing his balance at the sensation. âYouâre gonna fuckinâ kill me.âÂ
Tojiâs mouth parts slightly, a rough groan leaving his lips. Youâre toying with him, the way you toy with everyone. You love this shit, love having whoever you set your sights on going crazy over you. Youâve got those cute lips of yours wrapped perfectly around his cock, working him closer to his release and youâre enjoying every second of bringing him to the edge. It doesnât help when you hold eye contact with Toji while you take him in your mouth, all the way down until your nose is buried in his soft pubic hair while you lift your skirt and slip your hands into your undergarments.
Your brows knit together, moans muffled by Tojiâs dick in your throat while you touch yourself. The image is so arousing, your lips stretched around him while your mouth is full. He canât help but buck forward â once, twice, and then heâs fucking your mouth all on his own.
âYessss, play with that pretty pussy for me,â Toji groans. Heâs fucking your face at a frantic pace, and youâre taking every stroke he gives. âAh, fuuuuck ââ Toji pants, a hand coming down to hold the back of your head. He pushes your head down, forcing your throat open to take his entire swollen length down your throat, occasionally holding you there for a moment, loving the sound of you choking on his dick and your saliva more than any sound heâs ever heard you make. The mixture of your fluids drips messily down your chin, and still, Toji keeps fucking your face until youâre gagging and squeezing around him.
He pulls out, holding the base of his cock tightly. Because heâs watching you - mouth agape as you gasp for you, chin glistening and lips swollen with her hand in your pants. The sight is so sexy, so arousing, he thinks he could paint your face right this second.
You inhale sharply, swallowing as much air as you can. Your fingers tease at your clit, dipping inside your walls just briefly before your breath hitches and you whimper a pathetic challenge. âDonât tell me youâre done already.â
And Toji grins, easily shoving himself back into your mouth. Heâs even rougher with you if possible, and you seem to love it that way, keening around him as your fingers rub tight circles on your clit. He pulls away from you once, brows pulled together as he tries to catch his breath while he makes you take him down to the hilt over and over again. âFuckinâ hell, angel. Takinâ my dick so good for me. Your throat feels so fuckinâ good. Donât moveââ
Toji scrambles forward, grunting and pressing his length all the way down your throat, so far, so desperate to feel you squeeze around him again that heâs got your head up against the wall. Thereâs nowhere for you to go as his hips buck forward.Â
âFuckinâ take it, swallow my cock, fuckââÂ
Your hand finds his thigh, squeezing tight while the other works you closer and closer to your release. It feels way too good, better than any woman, any mouth Tojiâs ever been in. His balls are tight, slapping loud and wet against your chin as he slams into your face.
He hears you, hears your moans as the rise in pitch, getting higher and higher with every thrust of his hips, every press of your fingers against yourself.
âGonna cum, angel?â
You whimper in response, unable to nod or speak, while Tojiâs got his dick stuffed into your throat.
âCum for me, then. Make a mess on your fingers while I fuck your mouth,â he grunts, hips snapping forward.
Your eyes roll back, nostrils flaring as you dip your fingers into your core and feel your walls fluttering around them. Your release washes over you with such intensity, your legs begin to shake, tears begin forming at the corners of your eyes, drool falls in thick strings from your lips. And all the while, Toji is still fucking into your mouth.Â
The sight is one he wants to burn into his memory. You - the woman who just a few hours ago knocked men on their asses, cheated and won and still somehow escaped without punishment - now getting off on getting him off.Â
Heâll be sure to remember you on your knees for him, bringing yourself to ecstasy while your mouth is stuffed with his cock, tits bouncing with every thrust and â
Oh, heâs gonna cum.
Toji tells you as much, then moves to pull out, but you press your hands to the backs of his thighs and pull him back into your mouth, staring up at him as if begging for his cum.
And when you look at him like that, how could he ever say no?
He presses forward, mouth falling open with a loud and guttural moan as he finally reaches his peak. Tojiâs body tenses, cock stiffening and thighs trembling as he twitches in your mouth. You hollow your cheeks, sucking him deeper if thatâs even possible, and Tojiâs moans only grow in volume. His cum shoots from his swollen tip, straight into your throat and you gag on the sheer amount of it.
âFuckinâ swallow,â Toji growls, watching the way you struggle to handle all heâs giving you. âDonât waste a fuckinâ drop. Swallow it for me, angel.â
And you do as youâre told, gulping down every thick rope of cum that paints your esophagus. When you finally release your hold on Toji, his cock softening between your lips, you gasp for air, coughing and sputtering while you wipe away the remnants of you and Tojiâs deed.
âAlmost killed me,â you jokingly complain, voice rough from the abuse your throat just took.
Toji chuckles, stepping back and taking your hands to help you stand. âGuess weâre even, then. I mean, ya almost got me killed tonight.â
You giggle and shake your head, pressing your palm to his chest, pushing Toji backwards until his knees hit the end of the bed and he falls back with a loud oof. You lift your skirt, climbing atop Toji and straddling his hips, and Toji would be lying if he said he wasnât hard all over again.
âHope ya ainât got all that gettinâ even feelinâ out just yet, because I can think of plenty of times ya almost got me killed.â You lean forward, a hand on each side of Tojiâs head and his hands find your breasts, still free from your corset. He cups both soft mounds, idly running his thumbs over your nipples and drinking in the expression you make when you moan without your mouth being stuffed full.
Toji grins, eyes honed in on the way your breasts feel in his hands. âLike the horse stealinâ. That rancher almost blew your top off.â
Your lips spread with a smirk. âWell, if ya hadnât been so fuckinâ loud when we were in the barn, he wouldâve never woke up!â
Toji scoffs, âWell, ya snuck a finger in my ass! I ainât ever had that happen! How the hell was I supposed to know itâd feel like that?!â
You both burst into a fit of laughter, reminiscing on all the crazy shit you two have gotten into over the years. You make Toji miss his outlaw days, almost make him want to go back to it. But that lifeâs not for him anymore. Though, it is fun to dabble in it from time to time, only with you.
Your lips find Tojiâs, tender and sweet. Until - like all things you do - itâs not. It quickly turns heated, your hands dipping into Tojiâs dark tresses while your lips lock in a searing kiss. You both make quick work of ridding each other of any clothing, hands roaming each otherâs bodies once youâre bare.
Itâs a fight for dominance in this bed. Who can kiss harder, who can leave more marks, who can pull the most moans from the other? The bed rocks with every movement, the headboard banging against the wall as Toji flips you over, pinning you to the bed with his body weight.
You hum, your hand ghosting across Tojiâs muscular ass. âThis looks familiar.â You take a finger along the seam of his behind and Toji inhales sharply. âAhâŚby that ya meantâŚit felt good. Should I do it again?â
Tojiâs head dips down, the tip of his nose touching yours as he breathes, âlet's see where the night goes.â He slips inside of you, both of you moaning into each otherâs mouths.
You move together, losing yourself in the passion of the night, disregarding the way the bed shakes.
And the way the photos and paintings fall from the walls.
And the way the headboard beats dents into the paint.
And the way the head mistress bangs on the door.
And -Â
-
The morning sun blazes high in the sky, shining through the thin curtains of Tojiâs room. He stretches his noticeably sore body, yawning as he lets himself slowly wake up.Â
What a night - and morning. He knows he needs to hightail it out of town soon to keep from being identified as your accomplice at the parlor last night. He canât sit around dawdling all day.
Toji sits up in his bed, already knowing itâs pointless to glance at the other side and wonder where you went. Of course, true to form, youâd made a smooth and quick exit. Youâre probably long gone by now, wreaking havoc in another town. He tries not to take it personally that you likely didnât even bother to say goodbye.
He slides off the bed, wincing when he feels a sharp sting of pain in his foot. He lifts his leg, pieces of wood falling to the floor where remnants of what appears to be a broken side table lie. His eyes scan the room, and the absolute mess all over. It looks like a damn tornado ripped through here.
Chairs thrown aside, a shattered mirror and pieces of glass all across the floor, broken art all over. He doesnât remember you two being that rough with each other last night.Â
His stomach grumbles angrily, not allowing him to dwell on the mess heâs already planning on leaving behind. He searches his room for his discarded clothes, slipping on the items before he finds his bag. Heâll make a quick exit and slip out, hop on his horse and get the hell out of this town.
Tojiâs not sure what he was expecting when he went to find his belongings. Maybe that youâd have taken them with you, just because it would have made you laugh to know you had your way with him then took all he owns. He certainly wasnât expecting to find the fancy cowboy hat you wore last night sitting beside his bag, or to find a pouch of silver in his bag with a note inside. Toji unrolls the piece of paper, green eyes skimming the words.
âfor the luck you keep sayinâ you ainât got. hope that changesâ
He shakes his head, a goofy smile on his face as he counts the money left for him. And itâs enough for him to get by for a while, enough for him to enjoy a bit of gambling, too.
Toji will have to thank you the next time he sees you. If you survive that long. But he doesnât doubt that you will.
He slings his bag over his shoulder, exiting his room. Heâs sure to close the door, hiding the horrendous disorder heâs leaving behind. Tojiâs feet carry him down the stairs to the main floor of the brothel where itâs already bustling inside, people sitting down to enjoy breakfast. Heâd have a seat, too, but he canât risk sticking around in case someone recognizes him from the parlor. Or sees that damn room. As hungry as he is, he needs to go.
Toji maneuvers around those who stand around the room, idly chatting with each other. Heâs about halfway across the room when someone calls out to him - a manâs voice. He could keep walking, ignore the man, but that would only make him look suspicious. Itâs important for him to not draw attention. So Toji stops, spinning on his heel and coming face to face with the man calling out to him.
âPardon me, sir. Iâve asked everybody in here, but no one knows a thing,â he explains as he approaches. He stops in his tracks, gaze locked on the top of Tojiâs head. âNice hatâŚâ The man points towards the new item Toji wears.
âThanks.â
The man stares for a few more seconds before he inhales sharply and continues. âI got word of a bar fight here last nightâŚstarted by a woman.â The man reaches into his pocket, pulling out a sheet of paper and unfolding it. He holds the paper out to Toji, who just glares at it.Â
Itâs you. Your face on a WANTED poster, beaming happily in your mugshot with the largest bounty heâs ever seen on your head.
Toji eyes the younger man - long, black hair, violet eyes and strangely stretched ears. He wonders why heâs asking about you. To collect the bounty? No, he doesnât look the type.
âWhat about her?â Toji asks.
The man runs his fingers through his hair, sighing. âIâm lookinâ for her. Ran into her once andâŚâ He sighs again, like it pains him to think about his run in with you. And Toji is sure it does. Thatâs typically how you leave men (and women) in your wake. Spiraling and chasing any trail you may leave behind. âI just need to find her.â
Toji adjusts the weight of his bag on his shoulder. âAinât seen her in my life,â he answers simply. He doesnât wait for a response from the man. He turns, making his way out of the brothel before the stranger has a chance to follow.
The man stands there, unblinking as he watches Tojiâs form retreat from the brothel. His violet eyes narrow, the rage he feels bubbling in his chest. He could act now, because heâs fairly certain that what he feels is correct.Â
Whatever happened last night, it involved you.
Whoever that scar lipped man is, he knows you.
He has his hat, the one you stole from him the last time heâd seen you.
But acting on his hunch would only bring unwanted attention. So he takes a deep breath, exhaling any anger he feels. After all, heâs positive that heâs one step closer to finding you again.
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Itâs not over
Pairing: possessive! Ex-boyfriend! Jungkook x fem!reader
released: 15.03.24
Summary: Seems like the story with your ex was not over yet.
Warnings: smut, makeout, humping, fingering, dirty talk, little degradation, public sex, sex in the restroom, somebody hearing you two, he calls oc a bitch,
Wc: 2,200+
Note: this is my first time writing smut, let me know if I could do anything better. I wanna improve myself. Also the character âsehunâ is not supposed to represent anybody. Heâs just an imaginary character.ďżź I left the ending open cause I donât know how to end it đďżź not proofread!!
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âThank you.â You smile at the boy, sehun, as he pulls out the chair for you.
Youâre on a date with him. Heâs your work friend whoâs had a crush on you for a looongg time.
When he got to know you broke up with your ex- boyfriendâJungkookâ he could finally ask you out but you rejected him because you werenât ready to be in a new relationship yet. After a few monthsâ 3 exactlyâ you decided to give in and have one date with sehun.
Heâs not really your type but youâre giving it a chance because, why not? Jungkook wasnât your type either and you two dated for two and a half year.
Jungkook knows what he wants, heâs bold, can be a asshole sometimes, is a pervert, only thinks with his dick⌠and the list goes on.
But on the other hand he is very sweet, caring, funny and cute!
But dating him wasâŚ. different.
He is really possessive and gets jealous easily which results in you two having angry sex.
But you still loved himâŚâŚ until he got too much and you decided you two are better off alone.
Jungkook was heartbroken and tried getting back with you but you stood your ground. He would buy you gifts and flowers. Come to your work at lunchtime and try to take you out. You remember one time it was raining like crazy and he was outside of your house on his knees, begging you to take him back, and promised to be better.
You were stubborn and didnât give in because you knew he wouldnât change.
A month ago he stopped all of this and finally left you alone. Youâre not going to lie you do miss him but itâs better this way.
âSo, what do you want to order?â Sehun sweetly smiles at you and holds your hand which is on the table.
You smile back and hope he doesnât notice youâre uncomfortable with him touching you like that, âThe steak sounds good. I think Iâll order that.â
âI heard the steak here is the best!â He smiles, you smile back. He has a cute smile!
After he placed both orders, he tried to start a conversation with you as you were not trying to bother to start one.
It hurt him because he knows youâre not like that. You talk a lot but he just assumed you were in a bad mood.
âIâm sorry, I just feel weird.â You apologize noticing his uneasy state.
âWhy? Whatâs wrong?â Heâs so sweet, you feel bad for behaving like that.
âItâs nothing, just a weird feeling.â He nods, not questioning you further.
After the drinks arrived, you gulped down the water and almost spit it all out.
Jungkook was here.
He was smirking when you looked at him with shock and fear in your eyes. He was sitting a few tables away from you.
He head skinny jeans on, hugging his thick thighs. He is wearing his usual combat boots, a black shirt with a leather jacket. He is wearing many jewelryâs like rings, chains, bracelets and not to forget his piercings. Silver hoops adorn his ear on both sides, his hair is parted in the middle and donât hide his eyebrow piercing. Looking down you notice two lip rings. Oh god.
His smirks widens at you checking him out like that. He still has that effect on you.
âI-I need to use the bathroom.â You cut him off and leave, not waiting for a response.
You enter the bathroom and enter a stall.
âShit! What do I do!? Why is he here?? Ugh!â You groan in frustration.
After a month of leaving you and giving you hope heâs leaving you alone, he comes back?!
The bathroom door gets opened and from under the stall you seeâŚ. black combat bootsâŚ.. he whistles noticing the restroom is completely empty, except you hiding somewhere.
He whistles louder and opens the first stall door. Empty. He slams it back shut and opens the next one. Empty. He slams it back shut and opens the next one. Empty again. He slams it shut. He keeps going until he is in front of the stall in which you are in.
He whistles even louder.
âOh, baby.â He laughs. âOpen the door. Wanna talk to you.â
âNo, are you crazy? You canât just come into the ladies room like that!â
âCalm down, nobodyâs here⌠except us, so open the door while Iâm asking nicely.â
You take a deep breath and open the door, âLook, you have to go, weâre over.â You try to make him understand.
âYou decided that! You didnât give me any chance to prove myself! You just told me that right of the bat and left without hearing me out first!â
He takes a step closer, standing in the doorway now.
âYou just gave up on our relationshipâ our loveâ like that! You didnât give us a chance. You didnât give me a chance to prove myself, Iâve changed!â
He takes another step.
âWhy donât we give us another chance?â He now speaks in a softer voice, trying to convince you. âI will forget about that little boy waiting outside, yeah baby?â
âIf you choose to come with me now, all is forgotten baby. Iâll treat you dinner after that we go to my place and Iâll fuck the daylights out of you, yeah?â
You roll your eyes at him. âYouâre only thinking with your dick right now, Jungkook!â You push him back. âI have had enough! I donât want to be with you! Why canât you understand!?â You yell at him.
He clicks his tongue, âi have had enough too, you know? Youâre acting like a bitch right now, you know that? Iâm trying to save our relationship and youâre acting like some stupid bitch.â He takes a step closer and closes the stall door with his foot.
He pulls you closer by your waist. âWhy canât you understand? Itâs simple, I want you, you want me.â
âItâs not that simple. You act like a possessive controlling freak. And Iâve had enough of it.â
âI donât want to be with yoââ
He slams you against the wall and smashes his lips against yours, kissing the life out of you. You try pushing him but heâs too strong.
âWhat do you even see in him, huh?â Jungkook mumbles against your lips, âbet he canât even satisfy you,â he chuckles darkly, âcanât even protect you, like I do.â He kisses you again, âcanât make you laugh like I do.â
Your lips and his lips are swollen from all the kissing, he smirks at the sight, âyou look so pretty,â he smiles, âyou even dressed upâŚ. for him.â His smile drops.
âItâs a date, did you expect me to come in sweatpants and a torn shirt?â You state the obvious, in a duh tone.
âNo, I expected you to not come to this date at all. Weâre not finished, how can you start dating after 4 months? Did the two and a half years mean nothing to you?â You can tell heâs hurt by your actions.
You feelâŚâŚguilty?
You do love him, but it was getting too much for you.
âI changed. I really did, baby. Give me a chance and Iâll prove myself to you.â He sounds sincere.
He closes the space between you two and gently kisses you, holding your head in his large hands. This time you kiss back, lost in the pleasure.
He moves his head down and starts sucking on your neck. Soon his gentle sucking turns into harsh biting, you moan at the feeling. He makes sure to mark your whole neck, so everyone knows who you belong to. Especially sehun.
âFuck,â Jungkook mutters, âyou smell so good.â Jungkook come back up and pecks your lips before telling you to jump which you do. You wrap your legs around his waist and give him a squeeze, âwant you.â You whine, Jungkook clicks his tongue, âoh? Now you want me?â
âYou wanted me to beg, baby? Is that it?â
Your core is right above his hard cock. You start humping and moan in delight, âfeels good, baby?â He chuckles into your ear.
He presses his hand firmly on your clothed pussy, âI can already feel you drippinâ for me.â
He slaps your count making you wince. He torns your panties, you gasp, âthey were expensive!â
âDonât worry Iâll buy you hundreds of them.â He mumbles before leaning in to kiss you. In the kiss he slaps your bare pussy causing you to gasp and grip his shoulders tighter, your arousal is on his hand.
He uses the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth and explore it. He sucks on your tongue and moans.
He circles your hole and abruptly pushes a finger in. He knows you like being fingered while he is wearing rings, sometimes it hurts but that adds to the pleasure. The mix of pain and pleasure is just too good.
You hide your face in his neck, âs- so good!â You moan, âyeah? You like that?â He says in a husky voice.
âYou like it hard, donât you? You filthy slut.â You whine at his words, getting more turned on. He sinks another finger in.
His wrist flicks up, fingers going in and out of you at a fast pace, âwant more,â you bite his neck to quieten your moans, âmore?â He asks you, you nod, âplease.â You beg.
Jungkook likes being in control and having you beg for him, turns him on and boosts his ego.
âPlease, what baby? What do you want?â
âWant you in me,â he leaves little kisses on the side of your face, âYeah? want my cock in you?â He whispers in your ear.
You nod, your mouth parting from the pleasure. Jungkook chuckles at your state.
Just as youâre about to come, he pulls away, âI was about to,â you donât finish your sentence as you whine. Jungkook lazily smiles, âIâm gonna give you something better.â
You unwrap your legs around him and stand on your own legs. He pushes his pants down along with his underwear after unzipping his pants. You drool at the sight of his hard, thick, veiny cock.
You drop to your knees, ready to suck him off. But Jungkook stops you, âAs much as I would like to have my cock in your mouth, I donât have the patience to wait anymore.â
He pulls you up by your shoulder and slams his cock into you, he swallows your moans and screams by kissing you. He doesnât move, letting you adjust to his size.
âFuck, baby! Youâre so tight.â
He starts moving slow, letting you feel all of him. âFaster,â you plead.
He starts going faster and smacks your asscheek before groping it and giving it a good squeeze.
Meanwhile, sehun is sitting at the table wondering why youâre taking so long. He decides to look for you, âmaybe she needs help? or something happened!?â He gasps, standing up and making his way to the restroom.
âShould I go in? No, I canât.â He talks with himself.
Meanwhile youâre having one of the best fucks ever, Jungkook grips your chin and leans forward, pressing a kiss to your lips.
âDid she leave? No, no, her purse is still here.â Sehun talks with himself, earning glances from people but he doesnât care, âis she taking a poop? That long?â
âJungkook im sorry,â you apologize and he starts laughing, he throws his head back, ânow youâre sorry? Once you get this cock your brain starts thinking? Arenât you a pathetic little slut?â
You whine loud at his words. You know he doesnât intend to hurt you with his words.
âWill you come back to me now?â
Tears start rolling down your tears, you nod. He smirks, âall it took was a fuck?â He laughs at you, mocking you.
âY/n?â A gentle knock is heard.
You widen your eyes and jungkook doesnât stop thrusting into you. He slowed down his pace tho.
âY/n , are you in there? Are you okay? Did something happen?â Jungkook rolls his eyes at him and you shoot him a glare, before youâre able to speak Jungkook starts thrusting into you fast, skin clapping sounds resonating of the walls.
You moan loudly and sehun widens his eyes and quickly leaves. Not just the door but the restaurant.
He saw Jungkook earlier but thought itâs coincidence that your ex boyfriend is also here. But seeing him follow you after you went to the restroom was weird. He had a feeling something was fishy and he was right. Guess your story with your ex boyfriend didnât end yet.
âThatâs right, baby. Let him know who you belong to.â You moan louder, âgood girl.â He praises you.
âJust like that. Good.â He grunts.
Youâre too lost in all the pleasure, forgetting your âdateâ.
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buzzcut!coryo being mean bossy and DIRTY and his dogtags slapping the readers face as he fuck her PLEASE I NEED THIS
fucking peacekeeper coryo! is always downright filthy. this is a man with tension, with frustration built up inside of him waiting to be let out and where does all that emotion go?? it fuels him when heâs fucking you, letâs it all out into that sweet little pussy of yours that grips him like a glove. half the time thatâs the sole reason he seeks you out - he needs an outlet - and heâs barely even taking the time to prep you before heâs got you face down in whatever surface was closest.
when he does want to drag it out heâs a tease. sits back on his haunches and drags the fat head of his cock up and down your folds, letting it circle around your clit for a second before dipping back down, the tip sinking into you for just a moment before heâs bringing it back out. his favourite is slapping that swollen little nub until youâre jerking around like mad, likes the way the strings of your arousal cling to his cock. when you start to sob, teary eyes gazing up at him coryo just laughs. âthink you can just turn on the tears and youâll get what you want, huh?â heâd tut, hand coming up to close around your throat. âmy pretty little crybaby. such a whore she cries to get her pussy filled.â
blinking wearily and gone half mad with desperation, your hand would find his cock between your legs, hoping to urge him into you. âgo on then, baby. let me in,â coryo would sigh, ultimately giving you what you want - for now - and letting out a fuck when he does enter that wet heat of yours. âyouâre soaked. such a wet fuckinâ pussy for me, yeah? touch yourself, go on, show me how bad you needed a cock in your cunt.â
âgonna fuck you stupid,â heâd say as he came over you, big hands coming down by your head. coryo likes you messy, likes the way your clammy skin sticks to his and how if he pulls back enough he can see the gleam that your pussy is leaving on his dick. seeing that always makes him pick up the pace, makes him bottom out with an extra harsh punch of his hips, abusing that sensitive spot inside of you that makes you blubber nonsense. itâs then that heâd stick his thumb in your mouth, letting you get it all wet before he takes it out, smearing your spit all down your chin.
âwhat a messy little slut you are, doll.â heâs breathing heavy, silver dog tags swinging by your face and something about that, something about seeing him lose some of his precious control has you clenching down on him. âyou like that donât you? watch it.â pulling you into his chest with a rough grip on your nape, youâre forced to watch him bullying his way into you, coming back out with a damp squelching noise that makes your cheeks turn red. the metal of his chain feels cold against your cheek and itâs then that you realise coryos gaze is on that, on his dog tags on your skin.
heâs hasty to pull them off only to put them around your neck instead. his hand finds your throat again, shoving you deeper into the pillows. âyouâre my girl, arenât you? all mine and this is my pussy.â the words are exaggerated with a slow rut of his hips into your spot, a harsh bite to your collarbone. youâd repeat it all back to him, probably too half gone to realise what youâve said, so desperate to cum. âexactly, doll. youâre all for me, no one else. so be a good girl and cum on my cock. show me iâm yours as much as youâre mine.â
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somnophilia (with or without consent you choose) with aventurine or sunday...
alright đđť i'm going with aventurine for this one, since his banner is tmrw yippee :3 may all avennie wanters become avennie havers â°(*´︜`*)âŻâĄ
nsfw, consensual somnophilia, afab!reader, reader wears nightgown, fingering, spooning fucking (i have no idea what it's called (u_u)), established relationship, petnames used: darling, baby, sweetheart, little bunny.
"...my love?"
rubbing his tired eyes to prevent them from closing, aventurine enters your shared house togetherâonly to find you asleep on the couch, filling the otherwise quiet living room with the soft rumble of your snores.
his lips slowly curl up to form a faint smile, little hearts dancing across his beautiful pupils as he steps closer to you, getting a good look at the way the silk gown highlights your curvesâall the stress he accumulated from working instantly disappears into thin air the moment he came home to this, like something served only for him in a silver platter.
"you'll catch a cold..." he sighs, stepping closer to take you back inside your shared bedroomâwhile his eyes gawk at your body, glancing at your chest and legs, before he looks away and try not to act on his desire; you have said that it is fine for him to relief his stress by using you, even in an unconscious stateâstill, he'd rather not disturb your beauty sleep. slowly, he places you down on to the mattress and kissed your forehead, wishing you a good night's sleep before he stood up, attempting to leave and change his clothes first.
that is, until you decided to roll over, causing your dress to hikes up your thighs, revealing the skimpy and lacy panties underneathâaeons, how could you possibly be any more alluring? he wouldn't be able to hold back himself if this persists.
aventurine gently pushes the silky fabric further up, finally caving in, "'m sorry..." he murmurs, his gloved fingers slowly making their way inside your puffy folds, stimulating the sensitive nerves and getting surprised when he hears the squelching noises, already so loud when he barely does anythingâhe's starting to suspect that you may have been thinking of him a lot... probably not in an innocent way too (neither did he).
"are you dreaming of me, baby?" his lips curl up to form a small smirk, pumping his digits in and out of you faster, drawing out that little whines of yours that he loves so much, taking them as a sign to continue. he knew very well how skilled his fingers are, after all.
and continue, he didâlaying down right behind you, slotting his erection between your thighs as the blunt head slowly slides into your tight little pussy, sucking him in so nicely as if this is the last time you can feel it. you're still so responsive, he thinks, groaning whenever you unconsciously push your ass against him, meeting his thrust while also arching your back.
the blond man tries to be as quiet as possible, burying his face into your nape and trailing kisses down your back with his arms settled on your hips to help him reach deeper and deeper, until his tip finally touches that one gummy spotâone that always makes you moan louder and beg him for more.
"fuckâi'm gonna cum, darling... ahâyou're always so good for me..." he stammers, hips stuttering as the slapping noises intensifies, bouncing off the walls along with your soft mewls and his ragged breath.
it doesn't take long before the knot in your stomach snaps, your walls pulsating around his dick before he soon follows, stuffing you full with hot and sticky ropes of cumâso full that some of it form a ring around the base when he attempts to pull out. it surprises him to see just how pent-up he's been, but a sudden whimper from you brought snap him back to reality.
"'venturine... more, please..." for a moment, he was stunnedâare you awake? or are you simply dreaming of doing this with him? the thought of being in your mind 24/7 easily flusters him, making his still-erect cock twitch inside you.
well, as a good boyfriend, what else can he do except to fulfill his little bunny's wishes?
his thumb finds its way back to your swollen nub, rubbing patterns across the sensitive area before he shoves his shaft back in, "as you wish, sweetheart,"
#restricted sectionďźďźďź#hsr x reader#hsr x you#hsr smut#honkai star rail x reader#aventurine x reader#aventurine x you#aventurine smut
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hi so what if ummmmmmhh.,, what if. what if dick grayson. ur reading something out loud or whatever AND HES EATINF U OUT. and he's MEAN ABOUT IT. HES REALLY REALLY REALLY MEAN ABOUT IT. if u stutter or whimper or pause NUH UH YOU GOTTA START OVER. HES MEAN ABOUT ITđđđ DO U SEE MY VISIONJđ
Dick Grayson being mean <3
Authors note: absolutely loved this request, thank you so much babe <3
18+ nsfw, fem reader
âCâmon babe, anyone would think you arenât even trying.â
At your whine, he grins and looks up at you. There you are, a goddess in his mind, sat on the plush cushions of your sofa with your legs spread wide. Face flush, your hair sticks to your forehead as you gaze down at your lover, keeping a trembling grasp on your book.
The book in question was a silly romance book youâd picked up, a way to pass the time while your boyfriend was out. But you didnât know he was planning on getting home early, and when heâd playfully snatched the novel away from your hands and realised what it was, you could see the cogs turning in his mind and a devious smile materialise in result.
Now heâs lapping at your cunt rhythmically, feeling your wetness spread on his tongue while you shakily attempt to read aloud. The paragraphs blur together in your attempts to retain coherence.
âI know you can do it angel.â He murmurs, spitting on your clit as if to give you motivation.
You clear your throat. âB-Before I could delve into that. Aaronâs large body shifted-â
Humming with the satisfaction that youâre reading aloud again, he gently parts your pussy lips with his fingers before plunging his tongue in. Dragging it up and down, you try you hardest to keep your tone level and even. âIf you mess up, Iâm gonna have to edge you, pretty.â Heâd said to you with a smile, masking the cruel dominance with his playful grin and sparkling eyes.
You keep reading, eyes burning holes into the pages to keep your concentration. All the while, the slurping sounds of Dick feasting beneath you reverberates off the walls.
âHe was caging me against what felt like the wardrobe d-door-â
Stuttering just as he sucks on your clit, he laughs softly and pulls away. âYou know the rules angelface, no stuttering. How else am I gonna get a good handle on the plot?â
God you could kick him at this point, but you settle for a soft whine as he rubs his big hands over your thighs to calm you down. He watches like a hawk as your pussy twitches and leaks, and he canât resist leaning back down earlier than he wanted to just to get another taste.
ââŚand I didnât know how we had ended up there. Not really-â
Shaking his head from side to side, he ensures no millimetre doesnât receive a massage from his tongue, before circling your clit and blinking up at you. Heâs clearly impressed, you can see it in his expression as you keep reading. But you canât deny thereâs something else behind that faceâŚalmost annoyance, annoyed he canât get you to crack again.
âBut he was pressing deliciously into me, sheltering me from the- f-fuck!â
You canât help but squeal as he without warning plunges two fingers into your cunt, immediately curling to hit your g spot. He grins, triumphant.
âNow now. Youâve done it again.â
He licks your inner thigh, keeping his fingers inside without moving, even as you whine and try to buck into him. Not cracking at your desperation, instead he cocks an eyebrow at you.
âBaby, you know I said you had to read it properly. Itâs not my fault you canât listen.â
His tone was smarmy, but masked under a charming smile and a silver tongue that constantly sounds at ease. You look at him desperately.
âPlease Dick...â
He swats your thigh, causing you to jump a little in place.
âLetâs take it from the last paragraph, shall we?â He offers, before diving back in. Slurping.
âBefore I could delve into that, Aaronâs large body shifted-â
This time you do better, determined. You keep your tone steady, sounding out every syllable you can even with his fingers bullying their way in and out of your tight pussy. He licks and sucks your clit like itâs candy, not even attempting to be quiet or subtle about it, and clearly not giving a damn about the plot.
But you succeed, making it to the bottom of the page before your cunt starts to tighten, and the warmth starts to bloom. As soon as your thighs shake, Dick knows whatâs coming. He waits until you pause at the end of a sentence before speaking.
âIâm guessing youâre close, huh baby? Wanna cum all over my face while you read your smutty little book?â
You nod, unsure whether you could speak or if heâd deem you going against the rules heâd set out.
âAlright. If you can read a page more, you can cum. And you better not cheat and skip any sections.â
As he gets back to it, you attempt your best at staving off your orgasm while reading the words that threaten to bleed into a jumbled mess as your eyes start to water. Everything in your body is screaming at you to let go. Your pace speeds up, but luckily he doesnât seem to react, as you barrel towards the finish line, both in literary and carnal form.
Just as you reach the last sentence, you cry out in horror as he suddenly pulls his fingers out, leaning back and watching you nearly cry with desperation.
âSorry pretty, but you did mess up a lot back there. Maybe when I get you sat on my cock, your public speaking will improve.â
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Coming home one day to stepbro!Rafe with your belly button pierced and youâre all excited to show him but he notices first as he checks you out in your low rise juicy sweatsđâď¸
I feel like heâd have mixed feelings because it looks so sexy right in the middle of your cute stomach and heâs already imagining how much hotter youâll look in your skimpy pjs and lingerie and how itâll sparkle when heâs pressing down on your g-spot, but of course he has to give you some shit, especially since you used to be a pogue.
Heâd sigh, âyâcan take the pogue outta the cutâŚâ purposely trailing off. Heâd tell you itâs trashy, what is your mother gonna think? You must be planning on slutting yourself out more, yada yada yada. Probably makes you cry, âI thought youâd like it RafeyâŚâ before he finally breaks and needs to ravish you.
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ended up writing a small drabble + some of the dialogue you used bc i loved this đââď¸
you couldnât contain your excitement, the urge to show off your fresh piercing was at an all-time high as you made your way to your stepbrotherâs room, ârafey, i have something i wanna show you!â.
the second you stepped into his room, his eyes raked your body, taking in the way your baby pink juicy couture sweats hugged your hips, his gaze fixating on the pretty silver heart-shaped jewelry resting in the middle of your soft tummy.
rafeâs brain was filled with nothing but images of what your new piercing would look paired with your little skimpy pajamas you love to wear. his cock strained against the material of his basketball shorts and all he could think about was how the jewelry would sparkle as he had you sprawled out on the bed, his large palm pressing on your lower abdomen while his thick dick pounded into your wet little cunt until you were creaming all over his cock.
âwhat do you think, rafey?â your sweet voice pulled him from his thoughts, batting your eyes up at him, waiting for his response, only to receive a sigh from him, âyou can take the pogue outta the cutâŚâ.
he watched as your eyebrows furrowed, a small frown appearing upon your face, âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â.
âcâmon, I know youâre not entirely clueless. use that pretty little head of yoursâ your stepbrother taunted, tapping the side of his temple.
âit gives the assumption that youâre planning to slut yourself out, itâs trashy. you donât want people to think that about you, do you?â he tsks.
his fingers trailed down to your tummy, gently messing with the silver jewelry, âwhat would your poor mom say if she knew you went and got this done, hm?â.
âwanna know what i think sheâd say?â, rafe dips his head down, his lips brushing against your ear, âthink sheâd be disappointed that her sweet little angel is turning into a slutâ.
your head hung low, looking down at your feet while tears brimmed at your waterline, lip wobbling, âi wanted to show you cause i thought youâd like it, rafeyâ.
his cock twitched hearing your words, you, his sweet little stepsister, wanted nothing but his approval, and that was more than enough to make him break, pulling a squeak from your soft lips as he pushed you onto his bed.
âI do like it, sweet girl and âm gonna show you how much i like itâ
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