#all we got is this stupid earlobe

[rainydaysie]

hadn’t that guy played an OUNCE of COD or some other fps?? all i’m saying is if it were ME

[tonycries]

THIS P*SSY DEPRESSED!

Synopsis. Don’t worry, he knows exactly the solution when you’re upset - fúck it out of you, of course!

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, creampíes, FÉRAL GOJO, cheering you up, oraI (fem receiving), breéding, MAJOR overstím, PRAISE, THEY’RE SO DOWN BAD, lowkey sweet, slight exhíbitionism (Toji’s), mean Geto, síxty-nine, chokíng, making Choso cry mhm, spítting, pússy-slappíng, cúmplay, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. You’re loved n’ I hope y’all have a good leak day <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Noise complaint(s)

Any time Toji decided to visit you in your cute lil’ apartment, so did a few complaints from your neighbors. 

It wasn’t because of his intimidating presence, or those deadly glares of his - targeted at everyone but you, or even because of the way his large frame unapologetically blocked every doorway in your building.

No, they were noise complaints. 

“So that’s what’s got my girl so mm- upset?” Toji has the audacity to chuckle - chuckle - so raggedly at that syrupy pout of yours he’s kissing away. “Usually you and this sweet pussy-” He cups a palm at your glistening cunt, smearing your sweet, sweet juices in a glossy sheen down his wrist. “-are so happy to see me, n’ now you want to keep her quiet? All because some blue-balled loser just moved in next door and got jealous overhearing your pretty moans?”

At your nervous nod, he clicks his tongue gruffly, “Makin’ you all upset like this, tch-” Leaning down to whisper, until his sharp canines graze dangerously against your earlobe, “He’s about to find out that he hasn’t heard even half of it.”

“But Toji!” you’re squealing, fingers scrambling to clamp your already-deliriously sagging mouth shut. “I told you- we have to mmpf- be quiet. He seemed so grumpy, and-”

You’re being cut off with Toji nudging the divot of his fat head against your g-spot, until all those complaints are lodged in your quivering chest by a moan. Teasing, “Talking ‘bout another man when m’trynna make you feel better, doll? Bold today, aren’t ya?”

“N-no I was jus-” Barely-audible babbles drag out of you at the heavenly stretch of your pussy lips. Toji’s muscled chest heaves up and down at the way your pussy lips addictively swallow up his leaky cock, slobbering down, down, down his length till it glistened in the dim lighting. Your legs kicking up in the air when he insistently feeds your cunt inch by greedy inch. 

Again. And again and again and so needy. Depraved. 

But it still wasn’t enough for him.

“Aww, come on, woman.” He’s rolling his eyes, that tiny scar curling up in a devilish grin when he pries away the hand on your mouth. “Why’re you lyin’ to yourself like this? I know you wanna heh- scream my name as much as this cute cunt of yours is right now. Do it.”

As if to confirm his point, Toji’s pushing apart your puffy folds to let your gaping pussy squelch! even louder at each of his bullying thrusts. Tight ring of muscle taking each and every smack of his sharp hip bones so well, the riotous creaking of your bed following shortly, headboard just slamming into your poor wall despite being bolted onto it.

It was already so loud. 

“I don’t hngh-” you let out a feverish gasp when each roll of his hypnotic cadence gets too much. “I don’t wanna give off a b-bad impression…I just want the neighbors to like me.”

Heart clenching in his chest at how cute you are, how sorry your voice sounds, he finds his irritation flaring once again at whoever this bastard was that had you doubting yourself this way.

“Doll– they’d be fuckin’ stupid not to. And I’d beat their asses, too.” Two soft pads of his fingers come to smush your cheeks together, forcing you to stare up into his darkened emerald eyes. “But my poor baby’s still ngh- upset, no?” When you’re hesitant with your answer, they slide down to your neck - just barely putting a bit of leering pressure, “Answer me while m’still being nice, doll.”

It’s all you can do to choke out a shrill, “Yes.” He can feel your walls clenching around every ridge and prominent vein down his shaft so tight with every sultry, mewled-out word. “H-he was really sweet! But it made me- a bit- jus’ a bit.”

“See?” And Toji sounds so smug, predatory tone bleeding into the way his harsh rams pick up to an obscene speed. A thumb of his dips down to swivel over your neglected clit, wrenching out those candied moans he loves so much. “Nothin’ wrong with makin’ my girl feel better after a shitty experience. N’ if anyone has anything to s-say, they can come complain to hngh- me.”

“B-but-”

“Ah ah-” Toji kisses sloppily at your lips trying to press together and quieten, sucking on your lower lip. “What did I say just now? Loud, pretty girl.” 

And it’s like a dam breaks open right then and there, you’re arching your body off the bed like such a slut to press your bare tits against Toji’s pecs. Sensitive. Faster. “Toji- oh fuck, m’so-”

“Heh, louder. I don’t hear you losing your beautiful voice yet.”

Keening, “M’so close. Fuck- g-gonna cum all over your cock.”

He’s cupping his ear so mockingly, hips still stuttering and thrusting forwards without a moments’ faltering. “Still can’t hear you, m-ah not gonna let you cum if you’re not loud enough, y’know.”

You were sure your sinful noises were traveling through the heavy, plastered wall now. Picking up in pitch and speed with every double-attack on your sweet spots everywhere. Spearing the lewd curve of his dick into you, he’s fucking you into the mattress so mean - meaner that usual. Rugged muscles of his toned waist flexing when he jostles and thrusts unforgivingly. Your voice is hoarse at this point, “Fuck- fuck fuck fuck Toji m’cumming. I’m-”

Every other loud moan is drowned out by the ringing in your ears, Toji’s own soft rasps filtering through the white-hot pleasure running down your spine. 

He’s fucking you through wave after wave of high, gifting your bruised g-spot with a thorough, sly pistons of his still-swollen cock. Something that didn’t bode well for you, you already knew. 

“Tha’s it. Yeahh, that’s it-” A hand cups the back of your head gently, even though his slamming staccato was anything but. “Loud. Jus’ like that- shit, gonna make him jealous. Have him regret makin’ my girl upset, fuck-” An irritated banging sounds from the other side of the wall right above your headboard - your neighbor. “Fuck, just watch I’ll give him a real show.” Still throwing jagged hips your way, ram after ram. “What’s the fucker’s name again?”

“He- he said his name was Shiu.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Sweet, sweet treat

“I can fix it.” your husband eyed that droopy bowl of frosting and back to your candied, icing-glossed pout. He can’t help but plant a sweet, sweltering kiss on them, just groaning out, “We can do it together.” Barely managing to break away and breathe out, “S’gonna- turn out- perfect, my love.”

Which is how you find yourself splayed out so shamefully on the cool granite countertops of your kitchen, your soft cotton dress only pulled lazily to the side. Nanami’s knees seated firmly on the hardwood floors, face tucked in between the heavenly sweet folds of your already soaked cunt. 

“Oh- oh fuck, Ken–” he makes you let out a honeyed drawl with every drag of his hot tongue up and down your soppingly wet slit. “Y-you’re gonna get the- ngh- counter dirty!”

So what? He thinks, and it only takes a flicker of surprise in your half-lidded eyes for him to realize he accidentally said that out loud. Not used to those uncharacteristically brash sentences, but Nanami was so drunk off your addictive juices right now. 

Tipping his head back, back, back to let them make their slow, sultry journey down his throat. He’s slurring out proudly, “I’ll clean the mess after I cheer up my upset lil’ wife, okay?”

With this, he’s spitting on your quivering cunt. Adding to the glistening gloss that traveled down your folds - and Nanami couldn’t help himself but kiss at the mess he’s made. Over and over and-

“F-fuuuck, jus’ like that-” You’re keening when he’s alternating between hollowing his cheeks out with methodical, never-ending sucks on your sensitive clit and just peeking inside your needy hole with his tongue. “You’re too good with your hngh! -tongue, Ken–”

It’s impossible to run away - and he knew that, too. Every little inch you backed on the counter had him just dragging you back twice as much. Hot tongue clashing and angry to part your swollen pussy lips. 

You can only thread your fingers through his neat blond hair even tighter when he surges back forward. Pussydrunk. Groaning at the lewd smack of his tongue dipping in and out of your puffy folds, Thumb circling around your throbbing clit, “And you’re too sweet, darling. Even sweeter than-” He pools your slick on two thick fingers of his, coating a glossy sheen of obscenity all the way from his rounded tips to the gold wedding ring glinting in the dim light. Before popping them in his mouth to take such long, cleansing drags without even a shred of abashed hesitation, “-that icing of yours.”

“I know–” you’re babbling in disappointment, the full force of your failed attempts at baking something special earlier this evening hitting you once again at full force. “Ugh, what a waste. I can’t even-”

A syrupy beat passes. One. Two. 

And at that very moment, you’re feeling the maddening stretching of your gummy walls being forced to their very limits. Whirling your dazed gaze down to spot that Nanami was now standing, belt unbuckled, tugged down just enough that you were reeling from the pressure of his fat head just barely kissing past your fluttering hole. 

“That’s my wife you’re talkin’ about.” he growls, low and satiny. Hands steadying on the two sides of your trembling thighs, his grunts catch in his throat when he thoroughly sinks his swollen length in. Never-ending, dizzying. A quick frosting-coated glide of Nanami’s fingers on your lips, and he’s pressing another lingering kiss on your slack mouth. Tasting you and the sweet icing and you, “And I don’t let anyone talk about her that way, my love.”

Now, usually, Nanami was a man of patience - liking to prepare and play around with your pretty pussy as if you were his favorite toy. Molding your plush walls like clay to take his massive cock.

But now, oh now Nanami Kento was anything but patient. Shit, he didn’t even know if your snug walls could take him right now. 

Hands curling up into painful fists far away from the curve of your hips, as if he was trying to stop himself from just grabbing your quivering body and just slamming himself inside you until he reached your lungs, your heart, that stupid brain of yours that loved to overthink.

“Don’t you ever fuckin’ say anything bad about my wife. You’re perfect.” he breathes, greedy hazel eyes looking like they could devour you whole. “The frosting is perfect, the anniversary cake is perfect, your smile, your mind, you-” You’re being attacked by a flurry of kisses being gifted on every inch of your face that could be reached, “You you you- I love you.”

If you were in the right state of mind, you’d have responded back in a heartbeat. But right now, he’s not waiting a split-second longer before bullying the rest of his swollen, filthy cock in. Solid inches being shoved inside to force your walls to accommodate, stretching out so maddeningly across every divot and upwards curve down his shaft.

In and out in and out in and-

Your nails tear across his favorite blue button-up, down his muscled shoulders, down to that speckled yellow tie you’d gotten him a few years ago. 

“You’re so- hngh-” you squeal, tugging Nanami closer by his tie. Making him bully past your narrow opening even deeper, slick walls squeezing so tight at how his weepy red tip presses right on top of your g-spot. 

He chuckles, it’s so endearing how you’re already too cockdrunk to speak. One engulfing hand on your shoulder is all it takes for you to be sprawled back on the cool counter. Nanami’s pummeling cock bullying so deep inside your hot core it’s the only thing you can think about - nothing but him. 

“How about, after-” Another dredge of sweet sweet frosting is dabbed along your lips, your heated skin. All for Nanami to lick sultrily, “-we’ll make the cake together, hm?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - “Just use me, baby.”

Those shallow, sultry words are falling from Choso’s rosy lips before he even realizes it - ringing like sheer melodies over the heady smacking of skin-on-skin where he’s bullying his fat cock into you. 

After a few seconds of his sloppy, stuttering rams sending the gooey puddle of cum and slick spreading further and further on the sticky, silken sheets below you - the words finally register. 

“Use you, baby?” you purr, batting your lashes in a way that has him gulping. Feeling his aching shaft twitch against your gummy walls, swollen balls squeezing so so angrily with how much seed he’d been gushing out tonight. “You want me to use you?”

Each thrust of his is lingering, rolling forwards to push you further and further up that pooling mess. He can’t think, he can’t even breathe. And it takes everything in Choso to groan out, “Yes yes- fuck, please.” You’re feeling him place a trail of wet kisses up to the nape of your neck, big tears clinging to his dark lashes, “If my- hngh- if my girl is upset, I want her to use me. Ruin me till she forgets all about it.”

It only takes a split-second for you to immediately flip around your positions, pinning a whiny, pliant Choso so harshly down onto the plush mattress. 

“Hngh- oh, baby—” He bounces slightly at the sheer force. Dewy eyes rolling to the back of his head at the slobbering sheen of cum dripping down his long, long length. Bucking up his quivering hips till you’re speared all the way down on his cock, clit hitting the tufts of black at his thick hilt. “Fuuuck—.” He’s groaning raggedly, like a mantra, two big arms tugging your body stuck to his sculpted front. Nodding half-lucidly, “Yeah- yeah just like that. Whatever you want with me.”

Your pace was unforgiving - barely even giving him a moment to spew out those pussydrunk promises before rocking your hips up and down up and-

“Use you, huh?” you echo back his own words, the sheer need dripping in them having Choso bow his body upwards to pummel into you in a matching feverish pace. You’re humming, thinking back to those stupid pick-up lines the creepy new manager at work had snided just today. It was harmless, but oh how Choso would kill him if he knew. “Well then, don’t mind if I do.”

With a pained keen, he’s surging upwards onto his elbows, craning his head to mesh your honeyed lips with his. “Mmm- mpfh yeah, exactly like this.” Mixing out such throaty groans with your gasps, so desperate to please you with the way he plants two feet on the bed, thrusting up hazily to find your sweet spots, “S’this any better? How do you- ngh how do you feel, baby?”

You’re letting out a drunken giggle with how he’s the one asking - when really it should be you. Because your sweet boyfriend looked so ruined, eyes wrecked with tears. Milky skin a canvas for possessive red marks from your nails. Kiss-bitten lips spit-glossed and permanently parted in ecstasy, only slacking further every time your snug channel dragged down him. 

“Much better, forgot about m’day already.” you’re hissing into his open mouth. “So fuckin’ gorgeous n’ mine, that bastard doesn’t know what the fuck he’s ah- talking about.”

Choso had no idea what you were talking about - though, he thinks his mind is too much of a hot, gooey mess to understand right now. Still so needy to please. Only being able to babble out a stupid, “Yours- fuck m’yours.”

And despite being the one setting the tempo, you can only let out such whiny groans at the sheer stretch Choso’s swollen cock is causing you. By the way he’s molding your gummy walls to each and every throbbing vein decorating down him.

“Sh-shit m’so close, baby.” he whines, a fresh wave of tears streaming down with each overstimulating smack! of his tight, overworked balls against the curve of your ass. Lazily, like he’s moving through molasses, Choso’s drawing messy patterns on your pulsing clit - not even circles, brain too fried to. “M’so close fuck- I need you to- I need-”

“Shhh shhh.” you coo, running a hand through his dark strands, damp with sweat. “Cum f’me, Cho~”

“Hngh!” He can’t stop his hips from bucking up ferally, crying out, “But- I can’t. Wan’ you to feel better. Need you to cum f’me. Use me-”

“Cho.”

“Please-”

“Choso.” you warn, narrowing your eyes, deciding to tease him a little with shallow, repetitive grinds of your hips up and down. Toes curling at the friction of his creamy seed sloshing around inside. “Cum.”

“Hngh- but-” he’s thrashing upwards, so addicted to the rough collision of your sensitive spots against his fat head. Pulling out such fucked-out moans from you already, “But m’spposed to be making you feel happy-”

Your fingers deftly find themselves on Choso’s temping throat, right above his racing pulse. You tighten your nails just enough to leave five matching crescents to match the rest of his marked-up body.

“Cho–” you puff in a sultry groan against his ear. “All I want is for you to fill me up right now.”

And then he’s spilling into you in thick, hot dredge after dredge of his potent seed - before you’ve even finished your sentence. It overfills your pre-painted cunt, that obscene white slopping out of your slit and onto where your hips rocked against your boyfriend’s even harder. A creamy white ring forming mouthwateringly. Relentlessly. 

“See?” Choso couldn’t - vision blurry, ears stuffed with cotton. “I don’t care what any sleazy manager has to say, you’re perfect for me.” A gentle kiss is placed on his pouty, worried lips and shit you still didn’t show any signs of slowing down, overstimulating him to tears. You trace his furious marks, “N’ pick me up from work tomorrow in your skimpiest muscle tee~”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Overtime?

A lewd smack! is all that’s ringing in your ears right now, so loud over the distant hum of the photocopier. Accompanied shortly by Geto’s sing-song rasp of, “Heh, missin’ our reservation for this- Are you the one havin’ a bad day or am I?”

Before you can answer, you’re being gifted with another mean kiss of your boyfriend’s palm against your bulging pussy. Smack! Lingering on the nudge of where he could feel your sloppy hole mending around his girthy shaft, before dancing upwards to grip your hair in a sultry hold. 

Pulling your entire weight up, up, up like he didn’t care about the way he was treating you like some ragdoll right now. Up to drag his lips towards your ear, “Doesn’t matter, because m’still fuckin’ you just the same.”

“S-Sugu–” your breaths crack with need when he’s pushing in a harsh thrust to slam back into the very bottom of your poor pussy. Eyes darting to the tiny window of your office photocopy room, “Sugu, we’re going to get caught.”

“And yet, she’s still hah- sucking me up as sluttily as ever.” he grins, tilting his head back to get those long, inky strands out of his face. He chuckles at the obscene sight of your cunt stretched to her limits, struggling, and drooling a sweet, sweet gloss down his length. “What’s with the ngh- attitude now? You said you wanted to feel better about working overtime so here we are.”

You bite down on your lower lip to hold back your moans when his fat tip draws a solid, straight line across your bruised cervix. Slamming forwards to have you scrambling forwards into some more important paperwork you really should be looking over right now. 

“I did but-”

“Problem solved then.” Geto lets out a low whistle, sounding so utterly smug when he pulls your hips deeper into his. “Now let me make this shitty workload hah- so much better for you, gorgeous.”

Honestly, when you told your dear boyfriend that you’d have to cancel tonight’s date because of a sudden deadline for tomorrow, you felt guilty. Working after everyone else had left, spewing out upset little apologies until he told you he’d come over to the office to “help you take your mind off of things.”

You just didn’t expect it’d end up like this. 

Smack!

Geto scoffs, “Aww documents have you zoning out on me again, pretty girl? Take a break, didn’t I tell ya you don’t have to worry about work and all those stupid things when you’re with me?”

Your knees weaken involuntarily when his gruff question is followed by such an unapologetic crash into your ravaged g-spot. Thankfully being held up by one of Geto’s strong arms to fuck yourself back all the way from his red, weepy tip to that see-through ring dredged up on his thick base. Somehow, you’re managing to gasp out, “N-no, I was just…”

“N-n-no, you were just zoning out, that’s what.” he’s mocking your answer in an overly-dramatic higher pitch, adding a few extra moans you were spilling with every harsh slam after slam of his hips. “What did I tell you now, relax. Let me fuck this shitty overtime and that shitty boss outta ya cute lil’ head, gorgeous. You and her-” His red-rimmed eyes, drunk on the feeling of your slicked walls enveloping him, lock on the sight of his curved dick disappearing so easily in and out of you. “-don’t have to worry about a thing right now.”

It was that same little promise - the one he’d whispered over and over into your sagging open mouth when he’d first ambushed you in the photocopy room. Bending you over the nearest flat surface before ramming into you all those thick, greedy inches of his long-needy cock.

And here he still was. 

Splatters of your syrupy slick coats his toned pelvis with every jagged thrust, fucking you so deep - so disrespectfully - into the office desk. Your feet don’t even touch the ground now, mind spinning and syrupy. Geto’s bending his own to angle up exactly to hit the bullseye of your sweet spots. All those familiarly mapped-out areas to drive anything and everything out of your mind but him and the temptation for more more more-

Click!

Both of you are raising your heads in sync at the distinct clamor of an opening door somewhere in the office - shit, was someone doing patrols at this time?

Your jaw drops open in shock - and the feeling of your boyfriend sliding two slender fingers to your pulsing clit. Drawing rough, skimming circles on the bundle of nerves. He has you jolting and arching your back right into him, his arms - exactly where he loved to have you. 

“Now we’re-” your words come in strangled little stutters, mindlessly bouncing your ass back onto his cock. Feeling the sinful tremors run down your spine with each slam, “-we’re really gonna get hah- caught. And I’m not even halfway through my project yet.”

And Geto - that smug bastard - sounds amused. He thinks he’ll have a ah- talk with your boss later about piling on workloads later. But for now, he sounds so fucking content when he’s musing, “Better cum fast before they give you more than overtime, pretty girl.” Before planting a deceivingly chaste peck on your lips, “Though, I wouldn’t say ‘no’ to havin’ a cute lil’ housewife to spoil all day either.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - QUIET TIME!

“Oh, Kuna–”

“Now that’s music to my ears.” Sukuna smirks darkly, lips searing in a trail right down your arched spine. Two inhumanly large hands massage down your back, pulling you against his sculpted front. “So much better to hear you say m’name than complain about some fuckin’ eugh-” His tone trembles in distaste, “-office drama.”

Scoffing, “No need to be so mean, Kuna. You really should’ve heard what Mrs. Smith down at-”

That little tangent earns you a sharp smack! to the fat of your bare ass, cupping the little tremors with a chuckle. He hums with a mocking lilt in his baritone voice, “You’re testing my patience~” Sukuna goes back to kneading at the stressed knots in your body. “Shut up and let me massage you, woman.”

And oh you should’ve learned your lesson - should’ve taken this rare, sweet little moment you’d gotten from your rough boyfriend. Should’ve done anything other than huff out, “Ugh, if only you’d heard what she said, ruined my whole-”

“Lift your hips.”

Your eyes widen at the sudden interruption, “Wh-what?”

“Lift your hips goddammit.”

It’s all you can do to mindlessly head his gruffed out words, legs stuttering and shaky when you get up on all fours. A gasp rips from your throat when Sukuna shuffles into the gap between your pliant body and the silken bedsheets. Not stopping until his hot breath was puffing against your sopping slit, your eyes mere inches away from his massive erection. Throbbing thickly and outlined with precum through his boxers. 

Your mouth waters, “K-Kuna what-”

“So it really takes this to get me back on your mind, huh, brat?” he’s cutting you off with another branding smack on your ass - this time, the very rounded tips of his thick fingers just grazing against your dripping folds. “Couldn’t stop talkin’ about some fuckin’ Mrs. Smith even when I’m right here.”

“Are you jealous?” you muse, brows turning upwards in confusion. “Because I can assure you-”

Before you can run your mouth again, Sukuna’s cutting you off with one hand reaching down to wrap around your throat. The other pulls your shaky hips down to sit on his face. 

“How’s this for jealous?” He grunts, an obscene slurping noise pouring into your hazy bedroom, eyes rolling to the back of his head at this messy kiss with your needy cunt. “Gonna make you forget about those shitty people. Just focus on me.”

You’re managing to wrangle your greedy gaze over your shoulder to spy his lewdly wet smirk, glistening down with a glossed cover of your slick. They’re so pretty, so kiss-bruised in your favorite shade of pink when they wrap around your throbbing cunt to give a harsh suck. “What? Got a problem, woman?”

You wine softly in protest, your lower lip jutting out in a pout that makes his clothed cock just coat down his fat tip with syrupy precum. Opening your mouth to retort and-

In all of two seconds, Sukuna’s hand snug around your throat drops down to tug on his boxers. Tall, angry erection hitting your parted lips with a soft thwack! It doesn’t stay there for long - no, because you feel that familiar pressure back on your throat again, and his achy cock being bullied down, down, down your throat. 

“Actually, don’t answer that.” he’s letting out a strained groan, sanity dancing away with every clench of your tight throat around his glistening shaft. Holding you still with the hand on your throat, Sukuna’s powerful thigh muscles strain when he’s fucking up into your heavenly mouth slow, sultry. Spitting to coat him in all your sweet saliva, “Consider this quiet time, just shut up and take my cock.”

Your eyes are watering, Sukuna’s girth rubbing against every part of your plushy mouth. Swirling a pool of salty precum on your tongue. You can’t do anything but keen brokenly around that warm weight when long, thick fingers are spreading your puffy folds to wrangle his long tongue in deeper. Textures of his tastebuds grazing over and over against your spongy entrance - your clit. 

“Hngh- mmpf-” you’re jutting your hips traitorously. Dragging your slobbering pussy up and down his thorough lips, giving longing, drunken licks up from your weepy base to your hot clit. “Kuna-”

He breaks away with a sinful smack! Your sensitive bud being tugged along with snapping strings of delicate precum and slick.

“Mhm, that’s what I like-” he’s slurring out words mixing together with need. Free hand coming down to toy your clit between two rolling fingers. And you could tell how much he liked this, fat shaft twitching animalistically inside your mouth. Nudging his leaking head at the back of your throat, it’s only with how long you’ve been with Sukuna that you manage not to gag. “-to have you shut up on my cock this way. That pretty mouth is better used for something other than rememberin’ some shitty people when you’re with me. They can fuck right off with the disrespect towards my woman.”

It’s all you can do to keep your jaw slacking further and further with every dragged-out smack of Sukuna’s heavy balls against your face. His hips using you like some glorified cocksleeve, ruthless in his pace. Molding your mouth to the shape of him while he does the very same with yours.

“F-fuuuck-” you manage to gasp out through the drooling edges of your lips. “It feels so- ngh–” Moans getting lost when Sukuna flicks your throbbing clit slowly, nudging with the very tip of his dark fingernails. “You’re being so-”

“So loud.” he finishes your own sentence for you. Grinning a grin that sends shivers up your spine, right to where he was stuffing your mouth shut with all long inches of his cock. Murmuring dangerously around your sloppy hole, “Interrupt quiet time again and you don’t get to cum, brat.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Unmistakably depraved.

“Fuuuuck, sweetheart.” Gojo’s whispering, over and over. As if he can’t - won’t - manage to articulate anything else right now. The honeyed words wrenching out of him with each sticky crash of his shaft down your sloppy slit in this firm mating press. “Do you know how hngh- long I’ve missed this sweet cunt?”

You don’t have to answer, and the echoing smack! of his too-sensitive balls against the curve of your ass is enough of one for him. Making his eyes gleam with such a feral glint, traveling straight to where he was pressing in bullying little grinds past your clamping walls. 

It’s been so long - too long - about a whole week since your pussy-whipped boyfriend was able to have his fill of you.

A soft pad of his thumb rolls in a  languid circle over your needy clit. Sending white-hot shockwaves that have you jolting the balls of your feet to greedily swallow up even more throbbing inches of him. 

“Fuck, forgot how tight you s-squeeze me when I do that.” Gojo eyes dance to the back of his head with every bottom-out hit against your clingy mess of a cunt. Crashing so messily onto every velvety inch of your cunt. It only takes a few drags of your slobbering walls down his length for your dear boyfriend to run his mouth, “Forgot allll about this because of some- hngh- some mournng for a fucking fictional character-”

“My favorite character, Toru!” you exclaim, through furrowed brows. Both of you are shocked at the fact that you’re still managing to speak in coherent sentences - just means he hasn’t fucked you good enough yet, he muses with his syrupy, pussydrunk mind. “He was my- my favorite and he died and-”

You’re immediately being shut up by two sweet lips planting on your own, immediately moving to suck on your tongue so filthily. “Well, I’m your favorite boyfriend-” Your only, but semantics. Gojo whines - whines, “Shouldn’t I- hngh- be more important?”

As if to help you make your decision, he’s burrowing his cock in such needy thrusts. And Gojo can’t help but crane his neck to bite down on your frantically racing pulse, feeling himself salivate with how well you’re milking each and every single vexing ram of his hips. Just spearing the hotly saturated tip into your spongy g-spots, so fucking big that every stroke feels like a brush against your throat, an indent into the plush walls of your pussy, wrapping and molded around his girth. 

Another bite to your neck at your silence - sharp canines just shy of drawing blood. And you swear Gojo’s eyes spark with an unnatural lightning blue when he devours you with a greedy stare, “Answer me, sweetheart.”

“You a-are.” Is all you can gasp out, but that’s not enough for the great Gojo Satoru. You’re instantly earning a rosy pout and a loaded smack! right on the bullseye of your glistening clit, faintly you think you hear the crackle of jujutsu. Thighs burning at the sheer stretch of being folded down, down, down until your knees knocked against your tits. “You’re more- hah! Fuck fuck fuck don’t– you’re more important!”

This seems to soothe your jealous boyfriend a bit, but it still doesn’t stop him from placing such brutal thrusts on your poor, ravaged pussy. Bruising. Sloppy. 

You’re whining so brokenly, “Fuck, right there- feels too good- hngh!”

“Mhm, exactly what I thought.” Another explosive slap to your sensitive nub, humming with power, and Gojo throws his head back at how much it makes you gush so wetly around his thick hilt. “Now, was that- ngh- was that so hard?” Spitting out little profanities into your lips, as if the man he was jealous over wasn’t a few pixels, “The f-fucker- Had to wait a whole week before I got to comfort my sad girl? I’d kill him myself.”

You can’t even formulate a response to that - not even if you wanted to. Because with increasingly sloppy drags of his cock against your walls, Gojo only grows more and more heated. 

“Fuck- makin’ my girl so upset. Gonna fuck all thoughts outta him for ya.” Babbling out little curses a mile a minute, swift pace bruising your spring cervix, your g-spot. A thin trickle of drool trails messily in-between your clashing kisses, only growing every time he’s ramming into your gripping cunt. “Gonna make you cum- make you mine.” Difficult, even with how you were clinging onto his every rough, angled thrust, and you don’t think Gojo even realizes the possessive little spanks he’s repeatedly leaving on your puffy clit. “Won’t you cum like a good girl f’me, sweetheart?”

He’s moaning at the sloppy way you listen to his ragged plea, letting out such pretty moans into the heady air when you fall back into your high. Toes curling, jolts of needy pleasure running down your spine, such a mess. 

It makes Gojo falter in his tempo, it makes the sharp bones on his toned hips slam into you even harder, stuttering and rutting forwards like some animal in heat that can’t bear to do anything but be buried well inside you. It makes him cum. 

“Oh- fuck, Toru s’in so deep.” You mewl, too cockdrunk to say anything else. To feel anything but the slow, sultry filling of your quivering cunt. Rope after rope of his hot cum painting the mess of your branded walls inside, and each time he’s fucking his cum even deeper you feel a lewd whimper of his name leave you. Vision tinging with need, with the feeling of being so overfilled you could barely breathe. “Oh- oh my god I feel it coming-”

Your words hitch in your throat when Gojo - cock still angry and twitching with faint wisps of trickling cum - plugs a slender finger into your bulging cunt. Stopping the overflow, the grins, “Hope you’re on the pill, my girl, because we’re not done until you forget.”

A/N. Ouu y’all should’ve seen the way I was CACKLING writing Toji’s ending.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[k3n-dyll]

☆F.U.C.K

Warnings...18+, wlw, not proofread, also, written at 2am, established friends with benefits, self-indulgent smut, dom!Abby, shower sex, strap on (r!receiving), strap referred to as a dick/cock Word Count:2.08k || MDNI Banner Creds. || Donations 4 Palestine

Notes ☆ The next fic I have based on a song will not be as fun! Just a heads up. Also, two works back to back within a few hours? We're so back

FWB!Abby who isn't known to be very open about her sexuality. Sure, there are rumors, and there are people she's told that she's lesbian, but that list is pretty limited to close friends. It's not that she's trying to hide it, anyone with working eyes who takes more than a second or two to look at her can tell, she just doesn't feel like it's anyone's business but her own.

And yours of course.

Abby's never been particularly sappy or romantic. Still, despite how intense her day-to-day is - fighting Scars, killing infected, being on high alert at every turn because there's no way of knowing what will be the next thing to try and kill her first - she's a bit of a thrill seeker in her own way. The idea of doing something seemingly forbidden, the rush of nearly getting caught doing something less than savory, has never failed to be a turn-on for her and it's something that, over time, you've become acutely aware of. She's gotten into the habit of dragging you into bathrooms, and storage closets, sometimes even taking it upon herself to get handsy underneath tables when in the presence of others just to see that nervous look you get.

It should be no shock to you that she'd do something like this and yet, you're still baffled.

The showers were peaceful today, it was late and most people were either asleep or just waking up for their own shifts. After a long patrol, all you wanted to do was turn on the hot water and let it soak over your aching muscles, washing the blood, dirt, and sweat that had accumulated on your skin down the drain. You weren't expecting to feel a large pair of hands gripping at your waist in the shower, and if you hadn't known better, you might have started swinging.

"Abby, what the hell?" You flinch a little under her grasp, and while you try to sound angry, the amused chuckle that forms with your words is hard to stifle.

"Nice to see you too" Abby mutters, already beginning an assault on your neck with her lips, trailing wet kisses down your skin as she speaks.

"I thought you said you were tired" You try and turn to face her but you're only met with a tightened grip on your body, forcing you to face the glass shower wall.

"I lied."

Before you can think up something snarky to say, Abby presses her front up against you further and you stiffen completely, the sensation of something that definitely isn't normally there now flush against your ass.

"What is that?" You question, turning your head in attempt to get a look at whatever it is she's got rubbing against you, but again she forces your eyes forward, grabbing your chin to make you face the wall again.

"I want you to guess." She purrs, nipping at your earlobe, unable to stop herself from letting out a low chuckle. "C'mon, baby, I know you remember. That shop we passed by the other day? You were all curious about it, but we never got the chance to really look around."

In order to somewhat jog your memory, one of her hands releases its grip on you, wrapping around what she has and pressing it between your soaked thighs, shallowly thrusting it between them. Your breath hitches at the feeling and the memory comes flooding back into your mind. It was a few days back - Manny had pointed out an old sex shop and being the man he is he just couldn't shut up about it. Mostly he'd bragged about how, as much as he'd like to experiment, his own hands and body got the job done just fine.

In the moment it was funny, and a little stupid. The three of you managed to catch a quick glimpse of the interior, seeing some of the different toys that hadn't been looted or destroyed and joking about all of the time people in the Old World must have had to be so experimental with their sex lives. Unbeknownst to you, one toy in particular had caught Abby's eye. She didn't point it out to you or Manny, but right before you all had to leave, the rest of your patrol group having already started packing up to head back to base, she'd hidden it so that she could go back for it later. And she did.

"Figured it out, pretty girl?"

Abby's voice snaps you out of your head and you nod, coaxing another low chuckle out of her.

"You wanna see it?"

The moment her hold on you loosens you turn around, eyes panning down her toned, naked frame to the black harness that was fixed around her hips and landing on the toy that had just been sliding up against your cunt. Your eyes widen at the sight of the thick, purple silicone toy dangling from her body, and as much as you'd like to deny the immediate heat that rises in your belly at the sight of it, you can't.

"I don't think that's gonna fit. And...and what if we get caught, Abs you can't just hide that thing"

You say it without much thought, your words forcing a genuine laugh out of your 'friend'. She shakes her head and playfully rolls her eyes.

"You worry too much, baby. I locked the door. If someone comes knocking, I can just get out and tuck it in my bag before we open the door" She reassures as she gently guides you by your waist to the fogged-up wall, pressing you against it. "And trust me, once I get you nice and warmed up, it'll fit"

Abby sinks to her knees in front of you without another word, settling herself between your legs and dragging her tongue along your slit. The doubt that was once present in the front of your mind quickly starts to fade as she laps at your dripping heat, your hands weaving into her wet hair and holding on to keep her in place. You feel the tip of two of her thick fingers dip into your pussy, coating the digits with your arousal before slipping them into you completely.

She never failed to have this effect on you, and if it weren't so sexy, it'd be frustrating. Your mind is so quick to go blank under her touch, hips unconsciously grinding against her tongue as she swirls it along your puffy clit. Abby's unusually slow about it at first, curling and scissoring her fingers in and out of you, making sure to prepare you as best she can, but by the time she slips in a third finger her impatience and excitement makes itself known. You're practically teetering at the edge of an orgasm when she pulls away from you entirely, a whine escaping you as you're denied a release.

"Abby..."

"Shh, baby I know" Abby murmurs, standing back up, smiling softly as she watches your brows fix together. "I want you to cum on my cock, not my fingers. You can do that for me, can't you?"

Something about the way she refers to it as her own, as if she'd grown it herself sends a shock of electricity through you, and you answer her with an eager nod.

"Atta girl, now be good for me and turn around" She instructs, pushing you flush against the glass when you obey her command.

Abby knows how badly you must be aching at this point, her own precum leaking down her thighs as her eyes rove over your back. Even so, she takes her time, fucking your thighs, calloused palms spreading your ass a bit to get a better view. She groans at the sight of your essence combining with the water, making the dildo glisten in the fluorescent lights.

"God, you're so fucking wet" She whispers. "So ready to get split on my fuckin' dick, aren't you?"

The desperate little whines and the way you wiggle your ass back onto her is all the confirmation she needs to slowly push in, though, to neither of your surprise with how soaked you are, it proves to be rather easy. The difference is almost funny to her. You looked so nervous when you'd seen it initially, and now you were sucking her in like you were used to it.

"There ya go, slipped in so fast baby, fuck"

The way Abby moans when the toy is all the way inside of you, the way she struggles to keep at a slow pace to make sure you're well adjusted to the girth - you'd think she could feel it. It's an adjustment for both of you, the task of keeping it from fully slipping out of you when she pulls back proving to be a tad more annoying than she thought it would be, but she figures it out. And, God, if it isn't fucking worth it when she does.

Each thrust is like a shock to your system, Abby's pace only increasing as she loses herself in the moment. She could probably - and likely will end up - cumming from this alone. It was already a bit of a fantasy in her mind, having often wondered what it would be like to fuck you like this, but she didn't think she actually could. Her vivid blues are transfixed on the way your ass jiggles with each hard thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin only made more intense by the water flowing along your bare bodies.

"A-Abby I- oh my god, please!" Words barely come out of you, and when they do, they're choppy breathless rambles with no real substance. Normally you were so careful about volume, but there are always times when she'd fucked you so stupid that you stopped caring. This, for example, being one of those times.

"So fuckin' pretty...you look so fuckin' pretty trying to take it for me" Her grip on your hips is bound to leave bruising, but all you can think about is how grateful you are for that fact. If not for her hands, you'd be on the ground by now, legs shaking and unable to hold your weight any longer.

Abby knows your tells well enough to see when you're about to explode - the incoherent sobs, twitching legs, your hands desperately trying to grab onto everything - anything that could possibly help ground you even a little bit. It only eggs her on, her arm snaking around your body to rub feverishly at your aching clit, almost impatient in her need to watch you come apart for her.

"Fuck, don't stop Abby, please, 'm so close...so fuckin' close" You manage to blurt out, damn near crying at the intensity, eyes rolled into the back of your head, head lulled forward against the wall. It's taking everything in you not to fall apart this instant but you want to drag it out for just a little longer.

"Almost there, honey, I got you... C-c'mon, be a good girl and cum all over my fucking cock"

The white-hot intensity of your orgasm sends you reeling, a string of curses and choked cries spilling from your lips, arousal further wetting your inner thighs as it spurts out of you. Abby can't help but moan loudly at the sight, continuing to pump in and out of you to let the base of the toy bump against her clit more, her own climax following soon after yours.

Somehow, Abby manages to stay upright despite her legs feeling like putty, knowing full well that if she falls you'll go down with her. Her strong arms wrap around you tightly as she pulls out of you, her sweaty forehead resting against your back as you both work to catch your breath.

"Fuck..that was..." She trails off, the actual strain of her actions hitting her body, making it difficult for her to get a word out between breaths. You giggle at the sound of her struggle, though you aren't doing any better.

"So fucking good.." Is all you breathe out, your mind still too fuzzy to think of something better to say.

Abby just nods, lacking the energy to say something snarky in response, the only sound remaining being the now cold water from the showerhead pitter-pattering against the ground, though eventually, she does force herself to speak up once more.

"Once I....catch my fuckin' breath...we're so doing that again"

Reblogs are appreciated ☆ tags: @half-of-a-gay, @porcelainmystery,

[pynkfairyheart]

pairings: ony x reader

warnings: violence...kinda (reader throws a phone at ony), smut 18+, mentions of infidelity,

a/n: did i proof read this? no. so squint if you see imperfections

Accusations & Apologies

“Onyyy, slow down” You cried, your hand behind your back in an attempt to slow his relentless thrusts.

“Nah, cause a minute ago it was ‘fuck you’ right? Now you wanna be a fuckin cry baby” He hissed.

You knew better. Ony was the love of your life, the one who stood beside you no matter the circumstance, even when times were rocky. You knew he'd never do anything to hurt you, yet all rational thinking left the building the moment you saw the notification.

“Who the fuck is Ayesha, Onyankopon?” His phone clattering to the floor as it bounced off his chest, the moment he stepped foot into the room. 

“Ow, did you just throw my fuckin phone?” Inked hand rubbing the area as he bent down, examining the device before tossing it back on the bed.

“You picked the shit up didn't you?” You huffed in annoyance.

Confused about your unusual behavior and attitude he walked over to you. His calloused hands gripping your jaw softly as he forced you to look at him. “The fuck going on, ma? Talk to me. We don't do this acting out shit"

A part of you knew your behavior was unnecessary, and irrational, but the other half was too afraid of being hurt to stop and truly think about the situation.

“What's going on is you got some bitch blowing up your phone talking bout she misses you. Are you cheating on me, Ony?" Voice raising to hide the growing anxiety in your chest as you pushed his hand away

“Are you serious? After everything we've been through, you gon accuse me of cheating?” His voice gradually raising to meet yours

“Then explain yourself. Who is she and why is she on your phone?” You shouted

He was trying his best to stay calm, aware that you were afraid, but he was getting frustrated. Anyone who knew you and Ony could easily tell he'd rather die than think of another woman the way he thought of you. So why couldn't you just stop for a second and think?

“Some girl from high school, we used to be cool but I cut her off when I met you.” The annoyance etched on his features was evident as he ran his hands over his face. 

“Then why is she texting you? How'd she get your number? You think I'm stupid or something?” You narrowed your eyes.

“Right now? Yeah. Cause clearly you done lost all your goddamn brain cells if you think I'm cheating.” He shrugged, tired of your accusations.

The nonchalant tone of his voice irritated the fuck out of you and made what he said ten times worse.

“Man, fuck you” You stood, hands pressed against his chest in an attempt to push him out of your way, anger wavering when he didn't move an inch, and instead, his large hands gripped your wrist, dark eyes glaring down into yours as he clenched his jaw.

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“Please, Ony” You whined, legs trembling as he tightened his grip on your hips, forcing you back onto him as he pounded into you.

“Why you like being mean to me, huh? What daddy do to deserve this?” He spat, thumbs kneading into the flesh of your lower back before delivering a heavy slap to your ass, groan emitting from his lips at the squeeze your pussy gave him.

“I don't mean to, daddy, I'm sorry, just- fuck slow down” You cried. Teary eyes looking back at him as you pleaded.

With a hand wrapped around your throat, he leaned down, pressing a sloppy kiss to your glossy lips, string of your mixed saliva connecting you two as he pulled away.

“You the only girl I want, ma. You ain't never gotta worry about that shit. I love you and only you, rather die than think about some other girl” He whispered in your ear, emphasizing each word with deep thrust as he made you look back at him, your big eyes staring into his as he kissed all over your face, pink muscle licking up the tears that raced down your cheeks.

“You hear me?” His teeth grazing your earlobe as his free hand rubbed figure eights on your throbbing clit.

“Mhmmm, y-yes, Ony” Your head bobbing up and down rapidly as a response.

“Yeah? Then tell me whose dick this is, mama?” Both hands back on your hips as he let you fall back onto the bed.

“I-It's mine, Ony” Nails gripping the sheets as his hips ricocheted off your ass at a rapid pace

“Mhm- fuck say that shit again” Quickly pulling out before he flipped you onto your back, giving you .5 seconds to recover before he was ramming back into you. The sticky white ring around his thick base and pelvis contributing to the pornographic sounds bouncing off the walls. 

“What I say, ma?” Pearly whites on display as he bit his lip.

“You're mine, baby. Fuck right there.” Legs closing around his waist as your hands searched for anything to grip on to.

“Y-yeah only yours, ma.” Shaky breath indicating he was close as his fingers interlocked with yours.

“Come on, nut on your dick, baby” He whispered, rocking his hips into yours as the tip of his tongue ran over the small purple marks along your neck from your earlier endeavors.

Low moans escaped you as you gushed around him, freshly done acrylics leaving welts along his chocolate skin.

“Shit, baby” He groaned, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he came, the twitching of his dick mimicking a heartbeat as he pumped out ropes of milky white cum into your walls.

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“I'm sorry, you know. For hitting you with your phone and accusing you.” Your whisper, breaking the silence of the room as you laid in each other's embrace under a thin blanket.

“Yeah?” The vibration of his deep voice contrasting yours as he repositioned your bodies so you were now straddling him.

“Mhm” Bottom lip trapped in between your teeth as you felt him growing against the soft flesh of your ass

“Prove it”

[iplayghoul]

𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞

pairing:: onyankopon x reader

wc:: 2.6k

warnings:: umm starts off as soft sex, they get a lil crazy (my fault), tongue sucking, squirting, cunnilingus all that. nothing too crazy. using 'mama' and 'ma', reader has braids and acrylics.

note:: heyy.. how yall doin 😅 work below the cut.. dont beat my ass

“You remind me of the sun, ony’,” you mumble, cheek pressed against his bare bicep with your head resting soft against the picnic blanket as you look up at the night sky. He's like the sun to you. “mm, yeah What– does that mean, pretty?” His voice is deep… just above a whisper and in your peripheral vision you see him looking at you but your eyes are fixated on the stars above. “I dunno, your skin is always so warm when I feel cold but– I gravitate towards you all the time. Like all the other stars do. You exude something… mmph, what m’ I saying rightnow.” You fumble, chuckling lightly at your lack of words.

“do you believe in destiny? like ‘written in the stars’ n’ shit? Hm?” Onyankopon speaks up, you feel an emotion behind his tone you can't quite describe. It sounded like… uncertainty, insecurity. “Well, you know how my exes were… I'd like to think those were just unfortunate circumstances that I'm tryna grow from, baby. I don't wanna think the universe puts us through that on purpose… y'know?” You sit up, pretty little night dress falling down to cover your thighs. Your hands holding you up as you look around the night sky. The full moon tonight facilitated an impromptu shoving of a picnic blanket onto the balcony, warm glasses of chai tea emptied and hot in your bellies as you laid together to watch the moon.

Onyankopon rests his head with his hands behind his head, admiring you. He clears his throat, “I love you. Y'know that?”, “I do know that, you know I love you too?” You look at him over your shoulder before turning over and pressing your palms onto his stomach, he groans in faux pain. “Mhm,” He purrs, sitting up to clasp your hands in his own, tugging you onto his lap. “I know that, mama,” the moon was so bright. It illuminated the darkness around you both on the balcony and glimmered in his eyes. You stare. His moistened lips glistening in the light, you scoot closer to him. Chest pressed against your breasts and he sits handsomely, basking in your gaze and touch. Pretty white french tip acrylic nails with bow decor caresses his neck, scratching the back his neck and playing with his ears. Ony’ shivers lightly.

“Why you touchin’ on me like that, hm?” He bites back a smile when u tug at his earlobe. “Gimme a kiss,” You murmur, lips sealed by the clasp of his against yours. He pecks your lips several more times, Onyankopon really liked the texture of your lip gloss on his lips. Hands drag down his chest, following the tiny lines of his wife-beater: twirling the drawstring of his sweats.

“Do you wanna–”

“No,” Your eyes meet his, and Ony’ watches you as kind as ever, with his stupid handsome face. “No, baby,” He kisses his teeth, “Not g'na fuck you out here. Not on the balcony,” his cheeks deepen with dimples as he offers you a low chuckle.

“‘M not asking you to fuck me.” You roll your eyes teasingly,”And what's wrong with out here . . . we got blankets and pillows, s'comfy baby,” He's offered a sweet smile, the lavender rubber bands on your braces reminded him of the colours of the night, so he looks up at the sky.

The moon colours dusted blue and purple hues onto the clouds that bordered it. Reflecting and sparkling in your eyes and your face. Shit . . .

“What I'm asking, is that you make love to me, Ony’,” You whisper, resting your head in his neck. Onyankopon sucks a deep breath in between his teeth. “Grab some f'them pillows.” He uttered.

Ony’ scoots forward, shamelessly staring at your ass as you bunched up the pillows scattered across the balcony and stuffing them behind where he previously sat, blankets included and teacups pushed far aside. “Lay back right there,” , “Mkay . . . ,” You whisper, eyes flickering to his position while he only eyes you, fixing your braids behind your ears and tucking yourself comfortably back into the mound of pillows and blankets. “Mhm, pull it up,” Onyankopon turned to you and gave your night dress a light tug, eyes still focused everywhere else but your own.

You shuffled, clutching the little thing up above your hips, pretty panties scrunched up between your legs . . . you wore some random ones with rainbows on it. “Take it off, ma’,” Onyankopon ordered, his mouth muffled by the hand on his chin, finger pressing into his lips while he watched you. Gingerly, you hook your acrylics beneath the band slipping the panties off. Flustered, your legs remained snapped shut, though your puffy cunt still pushed itself out, feeling tickled and tingly at the touch of the cold air. It was the type of wind that blew before a cozy storm. And you nibble on your bottom lip. Ony’ grabs your knees, prying them apart. He watched how the moonshine glistened against your pussy.

He pushed your legs back ‘till your knees brushed the blankets behind you, “Ony’ don't stare,” a grumble escaped you, body warm. He hummed. Leaning down, Ony’ spread your pussy further with his thumbs before offering your clit a kiss. You gasp softly, expecting the upcoming stimulation anxiously, wishing he could just skip this part n’ pull his dick out. You drop your head back into the pillows, eyes to the stars and moon when you feel Onyankopon's tongue swirl over your hole before dipping in gently. He likes to take his time. He does this a few more times and you whine, eyes falling shut when you feel him drag his tongue over your clit. Then, he's going in; he's licking up n’ down your cunt, sucking your clit into his mouth n’ tugging it to let it snap back into your pussy. You moan freely, thick into the air. The clouds above moved with the wind and suddenly the moon sent glows onto your face, so much so that you opened your teary eyes to see what was so bright on your face.

Onyankopon groans vibrations into your pussy when he sees your face, overcome with pleasure under the moonshine. He dips his face into you, licking circles about your cunt, kissing and suckling, and spitting, and slipping his tongue deep in you. “Ony’, Ony’ c'mon,” You whine, hands dancing behind his neck, pushing his face deeper into your cunt when you feel your clit throb hard. He makes circles around your clit, kissing it and once sucking it into his mouth. “Right there, right there,” You ache when he tilts his head and tongues a spot of your clit and you start grinding your body into his face. He thinks he might suffocate in the best way possible. Little glossy pearls of tears glide down the sides of your cheeks and tickle your ear. Head pressing back into the pillows when the rest of your body arches forward to Ony's mouth. You spread your legs so wide and they stiffened, all you feel is his tongue around your clit now pushing out undisturbed by your folds and you grab your braids tight. He stuffs two fingers inside you while maintaining his motions on your clit, sloppily fucking them into you, twisting them with each stroke and you think your ears are actually ringing. With it, you let out a sob and squeal, “Fuck! Fuck, oh-my-god, Ony–,” then it was silence, “Breath, mama, breathe,” Ony groaned, and suddenly you were gasping for air, cumming hard.

Your lips were quivering, feeling somewhat numb while Ony’ offered you some slow calming strokes with his fingers as you mellowed down. “Shit, you still want s’m cock after that?” He gave your clit a final kiss, seeing your bleary eyes as you sniffle and sigh. Your legs ached when you tried to move, closing them slowly. “Gimme a minute,” you pout and flop your head back down into the pillows, collecting yourself a bit, eyes blinking wearily. “S’ sensitive, m’ sorry,” Ony’ only re-fluffs some of the blankets and pillows that were now pushed askew, lifting your lower body by your legs while he pushed them back beneath you.

“Chill out,” He whispered, shifting to lay beside you and look at the sky. “S’ finna rain soon,” He announced,”Mhm, yeah,” You push your legs out, throwing your arms above you for a big stretch, squeezing your thighs tight to block your exposed pussy from the cold air. “Want head?” you peep at Ony’ who rests his hands behind his head. He shakes his head ‘no’ and stretches. You observe him and openly stare at his hard dick printing out of his sweats. Leaning forward, you rub, ever so gently, along the shaft while he watched you.

“‘Kay, get over right here,” Ony’ sat up moving from his spot, gesturing for you to situate yourself there with a quickness and brushing your hand off him. You huff, teasing, and pull your night dress back down as you crawl on your hands and knees to the pillows. Lay on your back and braids adjusted, Ony grabs your night dress, tugging it back up your body and kissing his teeth. “Keep playin’,” He gives your ass a playful smack and you giggle.

Grabbing your ankles, Onyankopon pushes your legs all the way back. What you'd like to call, ‘knee headphones’ the way they were in line with your ears. Some traces of creamy white release cooled under the air, clit puffing out and hole aching to be stimulated again. Ony’ adjusts himself above you, leaning close and tugging his sweats down, letting his pretty, dark dick fall out and slap your thigh. Fuck, you might cry. Little beads of pre-cum dripped from the tip, he was already girthy, yet his cock got thicker and meatier towards the center of the shaft. “Y'gonna go slow?” Ony lines up, pressing his tip into you and smiles,”Yea, mama, i’mma go slow,” He sinks and drawls out a long, ”Fuck.”

His heavy hand grips your thighs, pressing you down into the pillows. Onyankopon adjusts himself over you, letting his weight hold you down while he all but throbs in you. Legs now thrown over his shoulders and dark brown eyes staring deep into your own, fighting your weighted eyelids. “Bet’ not run, ma',” Onyankopon observes your face, licking his lips and giving you a quick peck, he resists indulging you when you pout and instead kisses about your damp cheeks and neck. “Oh-my-god,” you squeal when he begins to lift his hips out of you.

Onyankopon's hands cage your head, and the closeness leaves you nowhere to grab; thus your hands are left to mindlessly flop back onto the pillows. Nice and easy . . . proper n’ slow, he begins to rock his hips into you, “Why you suckin’ me in like that, mama?” He groans low. Ony’ let's his forehead rest on yours while the tip of his dick nudges the spongy mound inside you. “Ony’ your fuckin’ dick,” you whimper, “W’ssup wit’ it, huh?”, Onyankopon pressed his lips to yours in a wet kiss, grinning when he sees your pretty little eyes welling with tears. “Deeper–,” a sniffle, “Want it– deeper, shiiiit,” And he gives you just that, digging his fat dick deeper with each antagonizing stroke. Your cleavage bounces beneath your chin with each thwack of his hips into yours, tits having been firmly mushed into Ony's chest and you feel like you're gaping. Thighs burning n’ cunt stretching as he slowly builds the well in your tummy to milk you. “Mhm, watchu’ wanted?” You only groan and bite your lips, eyes screwed shut as you lay limp on the pillows getting fucked. Onyankopon gives your cheek a few slaps, “Answer me ‘fore I stop, don't play,” You force your eyes open and see Ony's eyes locked on yours. Brows furrowed and mouth ajar, that pussy felt fuckin’ good. “Yea, s’ what I wanted– daddy, fuck,” You let out a bratty sob when sloppily fucks into you faster before slowing again.

“Stick y'tongue out,” Onyankopon hums lowly, and you're not sure if you can focus on anything besides the smack of his hips and the squelching coming from his cock. You still comply, tongue lolling out from your mouth with heavy breathes. Ony’s dick throbs inside you, and he slurps your tongue into his mouth, suckling on it before locking your lips to his, tongue massaging yours. “Takin’ that fuckin’ dick, mhm,” His lips glide over your cheeks, fucking into you with fervor. He mumbles a chant of, “Shit, shit, shit,” pummeling you with his cock, reaching depths in your cunt you hadn't even discovered before. Ony’ seemed determined on knocking the fucking wind out of you and stuffing your swollen, little pussy full of dick. “Oh–,” wails escaping your lips, “Ohmygod unh, f– daddy, fuck,” you continue to mewl.

Your hands frantically grasp any and everything, your braids, Onyankopon's back, your ankles, the pillows; entire body gyrating as he fucks you. Onyankopon tongues your neck, licking about your ear, kissing your cheek. Your cunt feels sticky, s’ sloppy and warm and your entire body feels hot all over. Your eyes roll back and he's got you so trapped under him getting pounded that you can't even arch up into him. Cunt remaining spread at just the right angle and makes your legs quiver. Onyankopon let's out a tight groan and you feel the curve of his cock digging you hard. “G'nna make me fuckin’ cum. Squeezin’ on me like that, mama.” His sharp words muttered right into the shell of your ear making you clench hard. “Mu'fuckin’, sloppy pussy,” He lifts off you and pushes your legs above your head, crossing your ankles as he holds them together for leverage.

“N– Oh, no,no,no, Onya–!” you uttered out with gasps at the new angle. “Take it, take it, take it,” Ony’ murmured. Just like that, warmth squirted out of your cunt, dripping down his abdominals and pooling right between you where the hilt of his cock slapped into your folds as he kept drilling himself into you. “Mmmmph,” You can't help but cry and moan, cheeks feeling a bit warm with embarrassment yet it's overcome by the exponential throbbing of your clit. Your hand started tapping the pillows, shaking as you tried to tap out of whatever Ony’ was serving you right now. “C'mon,” He whispered, “I gotchu’.” It's like he senses it, thumbing your clit lightly.

“Need it! Need– it, daddy, shit,” You peer up at him.

“I know you do, baby, give it to me,” His commands echoes in your head, over and over. You're gasping, body jiggling off the pillows and slapping back up into his, “‘M . . . fuck, daddy,” sobbing and failing at formulating your words.

“‘M cumming, I'm cumming, oh my god.”

Your hips stiffen up and with each pelting thrust Ony’ cussed above you; a harsh wind blows and you think the coldness against your hot body makes you gush all over his cock while he cums alot. You blink the tears out of your eyes when Onyankopon fucks your cum mixture back into you a couple more times, before pulling out quick to avoid you being too sore and pained for him to move then plopping beside you on the pillows. Your legs fall carelessly below and all you hear besides silence are his harsh breaths and his deep voice asking you something you can't yet register, your clits throbbing too hard.

The moon really did look pretty tonight. Onyankopon does remind you of the sun. Shit, you felt like you were sitting among the fuckin’ stars.

[mechaknight-98]

which Witch (NSFW) FT Arin and some “special guests”

Operator’s Notes: A little something Special for Spooky Day and a pseudo part II to Confusion

When I get home from work I'm surprised to find Arin lying on my couch…nude. She hadn't been home in a few days so seeing her was as sweet as it was arousing.

She turns to me as I open the door before racing to hug me. She closes and locks the door behind me as she snakes her long arms and legs around me. She smiles.

“I have been waiting for you to come home for the past two hours!” she exclaimed

I felt my base urges surging within as my arousal grew. Arin smiles as her hands trace my body and they stop at my crotch. My rational mind becomes foggy so Arin takes the lead as she drags me into the bedroom. I remember a shirt and pants falling but am completely shaken when we stand naked before each other. She smiles at me as my erection stands proud of her. She guides me to the bed where she slinks down to my crotch. She smiles as her Lucious lips wrap around my manhood. She bobs up and down a couple of times before saying. I can’t wait to do all kinds of naughty things with you. She happily gulps down my cock as she moans

“Your dick always feels so good down my throat.” Arin groans in between gulps. I watch as she gags and gulps going just short of fucking face on my cock. Despite her ardor she’s neat in her technique. She goes deep on one deepthroat and moans as my cock rests in her throat.

Arin comes up for Air and aligns her bare pussy with my rod. She cups my face and says “fill me” she slowly sinks on my cock moaning as she takes each inch.

“Fuck I needed this. Next time, im taking you with me on my next modeling gig, and we’re gonna go at it every night.”

I smile and reply, “you’re an insatiable slut,” Arin smiles

“Only because you and your stupid cock made me like this,” as she began to ride me I noticed one of her eyes was a different color. Maybe it was a trick of the light that I quickly forgot about as she brought me in for a kiss. She smiled happily

“You taste sweeter than usual,” Arin purred. I smiled and said

“Well that’s because you’re home with me a night earlier than you said.”

Arin smiled as she rode me.

“Such a sweet talker. I wonder if you taste just as sweet.”

As she spoke she nibbled my earlobe

“Oh you do,” she said giddy. I smile as she rides me some more before her walls begin to tighten.

“Oh fuck!” she moans

“Fucking breed me. Make me your woman. Make me forget I was ever a man! Make my body submit to yours” Arin yells and it unlocks some crazy part of my brain, a savage part. I get up and lay her flat on the bed before grabbing her hips and rutting into her. Her soft tight walls drive me even further into this “fury” I had. Her pussy was mine. Molded to my cock made for me… it was a surreal experience. It felt as though something inside of me had been awakened by Arin. I continue to ravage her until we both cum and then we both pass out with me still buried in her wet snatch.

I wake up the next to moans I don't recognize and something riding me. It was Eunbi, one of Arin’s modeling friends. She smiles as she continues riding me. I freak out and yell,

“How did you get here?” Eunbi looks at me confused as she tilts her head in a way that Arin did.

“Babe you gave me a key remember now get back so we can finish what we started,” Eunbi said. I shook my head.

“No, I gave Arin a key I have no idea how you got one,”

Eunbi pouts as she stares at me then says “Babe you're scaring me.”

I stare back at her unfazed “Stop calling me babe Eunbi.”

“Eunbi?” Eunbi questioned as she got up and then walked knowingly to my bathroom. Her curvy figure is all the more enticing but I'm loyal to Arin. When Eunbi gets to the mirror all I hear is her yell “What the hell?”

She then races out to me and says, “Babe it's me Arin.” but Eunbi is now Arin’s other Modeling friend Jihyo. My brain breaks a little not gonna lie but as I watch her I notice one of her boobs shrinking and her eyes returning to their normal color as she returns back to “Arin” I take a moment to process then say.

“Um okay, this is weird and can't get any more weird.”

There's a knock on the door and Arin who's still naked has me go answer it while she gets some clothes on.

I open the door to see Arin’s mom of all people. A brisk knock still echoed through my apartment. Still half in disbelief over Arin’s appearance-changing episode that morning, I exchanged a look with her—now back in her own body, thankfully—before moving to answer the door.

Standing there was a woman whom I'd grown closer to more recently: Arin’s mother. She looked almost regal, with a composed expression and a slight sparkle in her eyes that felt oddly comforting and unnerving at the same time. The air around her seemed to hum with an energy he couldn’t quite place.

“Hello, Dio,” she said, her voice soft but commanding. “I’m here to see Arin. May I come in?”

I nodded and said, “Sure thing Arin’s mom,” she giggled at the title while she walked in. I stepped aside to let her in. Arin’s mother swept into the apartment, her gaze immediately falling on Arin, who sat curled up on the couch, a blanket around her shoulders as if she was still processing everything. Her mother’s face softened as she took in her daughter’s bewildered expression.

“Mom?” Arin asked, her voice a mixture of relief and confusion. “What’s going on with me? I looked like…like Eunbi this morning! And then Jihyo… Dio’s been freaking out!”

Her mother gave a gentle, understanding smile. “I’m not surprised. You had your awakening last night. This kind of power doesn’t appear out of nowhere; it’s part of your lineage.” She sat beside Arin, her presence grounding.

“My…lineage?” Arin echoed, eyes wide.

Her mother nodded, taking Arin’s hands in hers. “You come from a long line of sorceresses, my love. You’ve always had magic within you, but until your awakening, it was dormant. The transformations do you experience? That’s one of your gifts—an ability to shift appearances. It’s unique to our family, passed down through generations.”

I watched, still trying to absorb the surreal turn of events, but then I remembered how all of this started Arin was originally my roommate and best bro of 3 years. “So…this is normal?”

Arin’s mom laughed softly. “As normal as magic can be. It’s just new to you, Arin. But with practice, you’ll learn to control it, maybe even change into someone intentionally instead of by accident.”

Arin’s shoulders relaxed, a faint smile replacing her worry. “So, I’m… a sorceress?”

Her mother nodded, a look of pride in her eyes. “Yes. And there’s much more to your powers than this, Arin. I’m here to help you understand them and guide you through this new chapter. Dio,” she said, turning to me with a warm, knowing smile, “you’re welcome to learn as well. I have a feeling this journey will be easier with you by her side.”

I felt a spark of excitement mixed with the lingering disbelief. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

Arin’s mother smiled, then turned back to Arin, squeezing her hand gently. “Then let’s begin.”

As Arin’s mother began to speak, the room seemed to dim, as if the air around her absorbed the light, pulling all focus to her words.

“Our family’s magic is old, Arin. It’s woven into our history,” she explained, her voice low and calm. “Transformation is just the start. You’ll eventually learn enchantments, protection spells, and even how to channel energy. But you must understand…these powers aren’t only a gift—they come with responsibilities.”

Arin leaned forward, her eyes wide with curiosity. “Responsibilities?”

Her mother nodded. “Yes. Our family has always had a duty to protect and keep balance. We’re guardians of sorts, hidden in plain sight.” She glanced at me, her gaze warm but serious. “The people around us rarely know our true nature, but this seems like a special case. You'll have to learn to balance both worlds. That’s where your real strength lies.”

Arin swallowed, glancing nervously at me. “I—I mean, I didn’t sign up to be some kind of…magical guardian. What if I can’t handle this?”

Her mother placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “That’s what I’m here for. The power you awakened is part of you now, but you’re not alone. And with time, the transformations will become second nature.”

I sensed Arin was reaching her info dump limit, so I reached out and took her hand. “Hey, we’ll figure this out together. I’ve been freaked out a thousand times in the last day, but…if anyone can handle being a sorceress, it’s you.”

Arin’s mother smiled approvingly at my encouragement. “Good. Because there’s no turning back.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a small, ancient-looking book, bound in dark leather and etched with symbols I couldn’t decipher (probably ancient Korean). “This was passed down from my mother, and her mother before her. It’s a guide to our magic and our family’s role.”

Arin accepted the book, running her fingers over its worn cover. “I had no idea,” she whispered, a mix of awe and determination settling in her eyes.

“Now,” her mother continued, “there’s one more thing I must show you. It’s important that you learn to manage your emotions—your magic is tied to them. If you’re not careful, strong feelings could lead to unintentional transformations…or worse.”

Arin took a deep breath, looking at me mischievously. “I think I need to learn as much as I can. Fast.”

I chuckled giving her hand a comforting squeeze. “I’ll be here every step of the way.”

Her mother rose, nodding approvingly at their resolve. “Then we’ll start with the basics, and I’ll teach you how to control what you feel, Arin. Because magic, without balance, can become a dangerous thing.” I noticed at this point Arin’s mom kept stealing these focused glances at me. I was unsure what they meant.

With that, she began their first lesson, and as Arin held the book in her lap, she felt the weight of both her powers—and her destiny—settle in her hands.

“So the first lesson is emotions drive magic. You unlocked transformations first so let's begin with that. Last night when you were with Dio, what did you feel?” Arin’s mom asked.

“Euphoria, Strength like I could take on the world and win,” Arin answered proudly.

Arin’s mother's smile turned to a knowing frown, “you're leaving something out,” she said curtly.

Arin blushed and looked at me, then said, “Desire. I hadn't seen my man in weeks…so I may have been overzealous in my ardor last night,” Arin looked at me as she emphasized Ardor and overzealous. Arin’s mom noticed.

“He’s changed you hasn't he?” Arin’s mom asked curious.

Arin nodded before saying, “It's just I have always felt so safe with him since we first met both emotionally and more recently physically.”

Arin’s mom laughed and said, “Well that makes sense. Look at him. I can practically feel the reliability radiating off of him, but you only transformed today why.”

Arin sighed as she answered embarrassed, “Dio makes me feel desired as well. When I woke up this morning his hands were wrapped up around me and my head went fuzzy.”Arin’s mom nodded then asked.

“Did you turn into someone you knew?” Arin nodded slowly then said.

“Yeah, my two modeling friends. They are like ridiculously attractive and dangerously feminine.”

“How did you feel?”

“Like a goddess. I felt like a goddess of fertility and femininity,”

Arin’s mom nodded and asked, “Well how do you feel now?”

“Safe” Arin answered. She looked at me again. “Secure “ she added. Arin’s mom smiled and then said

“Okay so here is your first lesson. Try feeling intense emotion today and try to stay you. Because the more you feel like you when you feel intense emotion the easier it will be to change shape. Dio, please help her with that little holding.” I squinted at her comment about “little godling” but couldn't respond because she left right after.

This addition is fantastic! You’ve deepened Arin’s connection with her powers, tying them directly to her feelings for Dio in a way that’s both intimate and revealing. Her mother’s insight, balanced with gentle humor, makes the scene feel like a genuine family moment where magic and love intersect.

Here’s a continuation that builds on the momentum you’ve set up:

After Arin’s mom left, an almost charged silence settled over the room. Arin turned to Dio, her cheeks still flushed from the conversation. “So…‘intense emotion,’” she murmured, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “Guess we’re not exactly lacking that.”

I chuckled, scratching the back of my head while her godling comment ate away at me. “Yeah, it’s just…no pressure, right? Just stay ‘yourself’ while feeling like a goddess. Easy.”

Arin rolled her eyes, but her smile softened. “I think it’s less about being a goddess and more about embracing everything that makes me…me. I mean, I transformed into Eunbi and Jihyo because they’re confident, radiant…all things I sometimes wish I could be.”

I squinted and then squeezed her hand, my expression serious. “You don’t have to wish for it. You are all of those things, Arin. And not because of anyone else, either. It’s just you.” He tilted her chin gently to meet his gaze. “You’re already a goddess in my eyes.”

She laughed, the sound both relieved and nervous. “I guess today’s as good a time as any to test that ‘intense emotion’ lesson.” She reached out, linking her fingers through his, her expression becoming thoughtful. “Maybe I’ll start small. Let’s go for a walk. Being out and around people might help.”

We spent the day exploring familiar places, with Arin focusing on grounding herself every time she felt a major shift in her mood. It was harder than she’d expected—her emotions were sharper, more vivid like her awakening had amplified every feeling. Yet I was there beside her, steady and reassuring, helping her stay rooted in herself.

As the sun began to set, they returned to my apartment, and Arin seemed calm, almost radiant with a newfound confidence.

“Think you’re starting to get the hang of it?” I asked, watching her carefully.

Arin nodded. “A little. It’s…strange. It’s like I’m holding myself together, but in a way that’s natural. I feel like…me.”

Then, almost instinctively, she reached out and hugged me tightly. But this time, as her emotions surged—gratitude, love, an intense rush of security—she felt something settle within her. For the first time, her powers didn’t trigger another transformation. Instead, they seemed to blend with her, enhancing her presence without altering her appearance.

I looked at her, awe in my eyes. “I think that’s it, Arin. You didn’t change—you’re completely yourself.”

Arin’s eyes sparkled, a newfound clarity in her expression. “Maybe this magic isn’t about becoming someone else. It’s about becoming more of who I already am.”I smiled again and Arin kissed me I smiled again and Arin kissed me. After breaking this kiss she smiled and said,

“Now that I have gotten my powers under control maybe we should have a little fun godling,” Arin said.

I looked at Arin before raising an eyebrow “Wait so you heard that too.” I asked. Arin nodded and said,

“It was super weird but the last few months have been so I took it in stride.” we both laughed and she went back to kissing me. As we continued I felt her ravenous hunger she pinned me to the couch before saying.

“You didn't let me finish this morning and if it weren't for you being such a loyal good boy to me, I'd have to punish you,” she smiled maliciously. I hated how she could get me unbearably hard with her words and a look.

“Oh someone’s excited.” she coos before taking her top off. As she does I watch as her breasts swell and she takes the form of Eunbi again.

“Im going to fuck you with these big tits until whatever came out yesterday rears its head again. You have never fucked me that hard and now I'm gonna do everything in my power to coax that out of you.” Arin says as she turns into Jihyo.

She aggressively yanks my pants down before wrapping those massive melons around them. She spits and drools in between them as she moves them up and down my shaft.

I watch mentally stupefied as she curls and wraps her tits around me. In Jihyo’s raspy voice and tone, she asks, “Do you like it, babe? Me fucking you with these big tits.” I groan as I feel this itch in the base of my skull I ignore it and stuff it down “Jihyo” stops then says. “Don't fight it let it out fuck me. I can take your worst.”

Something inside me snaps and my mind goes blank. “Oh my little slut wants to be just a cum dump,” I say

“Jihyo” nods and I say, “Turn back to Arin. I want to pound that tight cunt!” “Jihyo nods before I'm met by my smiling girlfriend. I fireman carry her to the bed before pinning her to it. Our eyes lock as I caress her face before resting my hand on her chin. My other hand finds her folds and she is drenched.

“Oh looks like my cumdump is ready,” I say. Arin nods and I ram my cock inside of her. Arin moans.

“Fuck!” she rasps out. I grab her cute little ass. The tender flesh entices me to pound her harder. Arin’s eyes roll into the back of her head.

“How does my cock feel little slut. How does it feel ravaging you taking your mind piece by piece?” I tease. Arin’s pussy locks me in a death grip. I smile before ramming in and out of her. I watch as she squirms uncontrollably. Her form shifts to Eunbi again and I grab one of her large tits.

“Does this make you feel sexy when you become this cow, with massive tits.” Arin’s eyes roll back even further as I degrade her. As Eunbi her tits bounce hypnotically sending me deeper into this abyssal part of myself I can't control.

“God I just wanna fuck you till you're nothing, but my personal toy. My perfect little sex doll.” Arin moans at that as she cums. She squirts violently as her body responds to my touch. I smile then lean and whisper into her ear.

“Turn back so I can breed you properly.” Arin moans as she turns back again. I keep pounding her cunt until I feel a familiar sensation in my balls and I explode again and again in her womb. Arin screams as she cums again around me. I smile while pushing through my own orgasm I pull out to cum over the rest of her. The possessive energy I feel keeps up as I say.

“You're nothing without me. Nothing but a little sex slave for me to fuck and breed to my heart’s content.” Arin moans at the degradation as I paint her body with my seed. I smile as she gets covered then I come down from my high, and reality hits me. I am grossly apologetic for what I said and feel so guilty until Arin says smiling.

It's okay babe. That was so hot.”

[chatterbox-73]

Kinktober 2024.

Day 19 - Inadequate.

Izuku Midoriya x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary: you get around… you’re a social person, however it seems Midoriya is over your actions, he’s tired of you… though all it may take to change this is some vulnerability and a willingness to change.

Word count: 2.7k

CW: NSFW and adult content, enemies to lovers, work colleagues, UA teacher Midoriya and reader, oral (f!receiving), fingering, mention of blow job, mention of drinking, rough sex/fingering, shower sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, doggy/reverse cowgirl, hair pulling, yelling, swearing, pushing/shoving, arguing, crying, name calling and slight degradation.

you watched your friend and work colleague type away at his computer, while you simply sat there with your head resting against your desk. “Izuku-kun, let’s go for drinks tonight” you asked and the man frowned before continuing on with his work, “Izuku-kun… why are you ignoring me?…” you whined and the man continued working still acting as though you weren’t there, “I thought you liked drinking with me, we always have so much fun” you chuckled thinking back to that last time you drank with the man, however your amusement wasn’t shared and Midoriya sighed. “I can suck you again, if that’ll help sway you” you smiled and tapped a finger against the desk top your head was resting on, suddenly Midoriya slammed his laptop shut and glared at you, “Is this some kind of fucking joke to you? Am I some kind of joke” he snarled at you and all you could do was blink at the man, before laughing and standing up, walking over to him and placing your hands on his shoulders, rubbing them as you leant in.

“You know you mean so much to me, you’re the most precious person to me” you moaned in the man’s ear and licked over his earlobe, however Midoriya suddenly shot up from his seat and turned to you, “don’t lie… don’t fucking lie to me” he shouted and grabbed your arm, pulling you in and glaring down his nose at you, “you don’t care about anyone but yourself…” he grit his teeth and you smirked, you wondered if you’d finally broken the man and lost the only good fuck you’d had in a while, “you’re nothing but a greedy fucking whore, you’ll use up anyone you can get your filthy little hands on…” Midoriya shook you and took a deep breath, “you did it to Tenya and Ochaco… and now you’re doing it to me” he growled and all you could do was laugh hysterically, causing the man’s temper to hit the roof, his grip on you tightened, pushing you back into the line of desks behind the both of you and he got right in your face, “and I’m the fool for letting you, for even letting you ruin what I had with my friends… all because you wanted your hole scraped and I’m the idiot who gave in to a cheap used up whore!” Midoriya yelled so loudly, you were sure you could feel the windows rattle, “you stupid skank, I fucking despise you” he roared and before he could continue his verbal assault on you a voice cut through the room, “Midoriya-Sensei, is something the matter?” Asked one of his first year students, poking their head into the facility room, the man suddenly let go of you and walked over to his student, “everything is quite alright… me and L/n-Sensei were just having a small disagreement, please go about your business” he sighed and you saw the worry on the student’s face, you walked over to your desk and grabbed your phone and car keys, before walking towards the door and placing a reassuring hand on the student shoulder, “it’s fine, though perhaps we should continue our conversation in my car, Izuku-kun” you smiled before walking off towards the car park.

You sat in your car waiting for the man, you almost wondered if he’d show up or maybe he’d try to forget about you, “damnit, maybe I was too hard on him” you huffed leaning forward and placed the key in the ignition, turning on the car. You pulled out your phone scrolling through random numbers some with names, some without and others with single letters or crude nicknames, you clicked on a number under the names ‘pug’ on the account of this woman’s small round face and up turned nose… and of course her horrid snoring, you clicked the dial button and she answered, you spoke to her a bit before she informed you she was about you go out for dinner with her fiancé. You stopped to wonder for a moment, how long had it actually been since you lasted went out with her, you asked when she got engaged and she responded with ‘only recently… but I’m really happy so I don’t wanna keep meeting up’ you could hear her smile in her voice.

Fuck, you were pathetic, here you were trying to shack up with a taken woman, aside from that you’d already slept with a hand full of your work colleague.

“Yeah right, have fun today baby… anything goes south give me a call” you spoke coolly all while internally cursing yourself, the woman chuckled “okay I’ll call if I ever need you” she hung up and you were left in silence again, leaning back in the driver’s seat you closed your eyes and wondered if perhaps you were wasting your life, however before you could pondering any further the passenger door opened and someone got into your car.

“I don’t wanna hear anything outta you, drive to your place and let’s just get this over with” you looked over to see Midoriya buckling himself in, you nodded and began driving to your apartment complex.

Stepping into your house, you kicked off your shoes and Midoriya followed suit, you grabbed two cans of beer from the fridge and moved to sit in the living room, “so I’m a greedy whore and I don’t deserve love” you smiled and held up a can for the man, he chuckled and sat down next to you, kicking his feet up on your coffee table. “Yeah… but unfortunately you’re a good fuck, you take it well… so let’s just get into why we’re here” placed down his beer can and got up moving towards your bathroom, you followed after him and watched as he began undressing.

Midoriya stepped into the shower and started the water, before you signalled for you to join him, you stepped under the running water and instantly felt the man’s hands pressed against your body, his hands slid down the front of your body as he grabbed you and rubbed a few fingers against your clit while his hard member rutted against your backside, you moaned and moved an arm back to rest around his neck, Midoriya moved his fingers to your opening, he rubbed a single wet finger over your lips, pumping it in slowly before adding a second, you hissed at the lack of lubricious and grabbing his wrist only to have your hand pushed away. “Don’t fucking touch me!” Midoriya grunted and pulled you out of the shower, his fingers still in you as he walked you out of the bathroom you and down the hallway towards the living room, only the both of you stumbled and were unable to make it all the way to the living room, the man grabbed your leg and pulled you onto your side, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder as he pulled his fingers out of you and began pumping himself, “you better keep your hands off me” he grumbled and began to press into you, a hiss escaped you and you made a move to grab his hand, however he shoved it away, “are you deaf…? Or dumb perhaps..?” Midoriya sneered at you and set into a steady movement, “I- I need more preparation… please… it hurts” you sobbed and tried to pull away, it wasn’t like Midoriya to disregard your pleasure and especially did he never disregard your safety, you looked in his eyes and there was a sadness that hid deep behind his fury, a seriousness took over your face before you reached up with both hands and cupped his face, “Izuku-kun… are you alright?” You hum and his hips falter as he looks you in the eyes.

Midoriya takes a deep shaky breath and grabs your forearms, while he pressed his cheeks further into your palms, “I feel left out sometimes, and I’ve been taking it out on you…” he looked off to the side and you nod, “I think you’re lovely and kind to be around, despite your tendency to get around” He smiled sadly and you felt your eyes well up, you nodded and let go of Midoriya’s face before resting your arm over your eyes, “thanks for saying that… I needed to hear it” you could feel the tears start to fall from your eyes, “and if it’s worth anything, I really like being around you, I know I always joked about sex but I enjoy chatting and having a drink with you” you turned your head and took a deep breath to try to stop your tears.

“She called me…” Midoriya blurted out and you felt a sudden pit form in your stomach, you clenched your teeth and waited for him to continue on, “Uraraka wants to get back together, she wants to start living together and work on getting married” he explained slowly and you begin pulling away from him, before to sat up and brought your knees to your chest, “and..?” You asked and he sat back on his butt, “I think… well I don’t actually know what I think, it sounds nice but…” he rubbed a hand over his head and looked at you, “but I like what this is, I like what you can give me… I-“ he cuts himself off and your eyes widen, “it’s too early for me to say that isn’t it…?” He asked though a chuckle and you nodded, “yeah but I feel the same, I like being around you and you make me feel like I’m more then something that takes up space” you smile sadly before resting your head on your knees, Midoriya hummed before standing and slowly moving towards you, “let’s try this a different way” he spoke softly before leaning down and picking you up, then walking to your bedroom.

You laid on the bed with your legs being stretched open as Midoriya greedily suckled on your clit while two of his thick fingers pumped in and out of you, you cried and mewled as you felt a second orgasm begin to build in your stomach, however despite any protest Midoriya continued, “I’m close… please Izuku-kun” you moaned loudly.

You’d never been this loud with anyone before and Midoriya was enjoying it, this loud, uncontrollable voice you’d let out because he’s making you feel that good, you the one that would constantly tease and never had ‘new’ experience anymore, however now Midoriya was giving you a new experience and he took away the chance of you teasing him.

“Cum on my tongue…” Midoriya groaned and flicked his tongue over your clit, before licking down and letting it join his fingers in your cunt, you began crying as the second orgasm hit you and you grabbed his hair with both hands, all while your legs shook uncontrollably, “fuck Izuku-kun, please fuck me” you moaned and the man sat up, he leant over you while he pumped himself slowly, watching your body.

Midoriya held your legs open before he began quickly rubbing his tip over your folds, “You’re so wet, you want it nice and slow” he hummed and you shook your head, Midoriya chuckled and before began slipping in, he slowly rolled you onto your stomach and grabbed your hips lifting them off the bed, “I’m going to take you in every position possible until your sweet body gives out” he whispered as he leant down to your ear and slowly began to slide into you, a deep groan escaped from his chest as your walls hugged him softly, “so plump… so good” he whispered as he began thrusting, you moaned and grabbed at the pillows at the head of the bed, however before you could pull them down to your head, Midoriya grabbed them and placed them under your hips so that it wasn’t such a stretch on your hips.

The bed rocked and the room was hot, Midoriya’s groaned rumbling loudly in his throat while your pleas and cries echoed in the air, his hands held your hips as he pulled you back over his thickness, “damnit you’re so tight… you gonna cum again” he chuckled and you nodded quickly as your stomach tightened, you reached down and quickly began rubbing your clit, you moaned and felt like the pressure in your stomach was beginning to release, while Midoriya continued his quick thrusts every so often a small dribble of liquid would spurt out of you, “my cock’s that good your squirting huh?” He laughed as he grabbed you and pulled you up to his chest, before he sat back and held you up over him, his hips thrusting upwards quickly as he moved one of his hands to take over rubbing your clit as the other held your leg open.

You babbled nonsense as you sprayed liquid all over your bed, however this didn’t stop Midoriya as he continued his desperate pursuit of pleasure, his pace never slowing, however as you were cumming your cunt squeezed so tightly it forced him out of you, he grunted and stopped his assault on your clit before guiding his way back into your velvet walls, once back in he moved you into a sitting position as his relaxed back.

Midoriya moved your hips into a rolling motion as he laid back and watched your cunt greedily swallowed him, you lean forward and grab his knees as you move your hips in and deep grind however your suddenly pulled back by the hair, “if you’re gonna do it, do it right” Midoriya hummed and you shuttered at his voice, before you continued the deep grinding roll of you hips, you bring a hand up to grope your breasts as your other hand moved down the cup Midoriya’s sack,

Midoriya groaned and you slowly began to massage his sack, his voice shook and his cock throbbed as he began to tip over the edge, you moaned as you felt him release before you leant back down and slowly lifted yourself up off him, Midoriya spread your lower lips with his fingers and watched as his cum began to drip from you, “I like how this looks… can we continue this, just me and you” he hummed and you nodded slowly, “yeah, just us… exclusive” you smiled and moved to lie down next to him, “I’m kind of tired…” you yawned and he nodded, “yeah let’s deal with all this later… you should sleep” he smiled and kissed your forehead.

“I told you, I’m already seeing someone else… you were wonderful, but you’re not what I need anymore and I don’t think I’m what you need” you heard Midoriya speak, you stepped out of the freshly made bed and walked to the door resting your ear against it, “I’m happy with her, she’s funny and kind… and good in bed” he hummed and you blushed, you couldn’t hear who he was talking to but you could probably guess, “look… it’s a bit weird for us to be together, our time has passed and we’ve had newer better experiences with others” he laughed, trying to laugh off the seriousness of the conversation, “look she’ll be awake soon, I’ve gotta go… bye Ochaco” he said before he opened the bedroom door and jumped slightly when he saw you, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening…” you blurted out, “well I was listening, but I was worry and just wanted to make sure you were okay…” you continued speaking really quickly, you took a deep breath and looked at him, “are you okay?” You asked and he nodded with a smile, before he leaned in and hugged you, he pressed his nose against your neck and kissed your soft skin, “I’m okay… I’m hungry though” he whispered against your skin, “I have something in mind for you” you chuckle and you felt Midoriya’s length twitch beneath his boxers, “oh yeah” he hummed and bite your neck, you chuckled and pulled away, “I’m talking about making you an omelette” you shook your head and slowly walked off to the kitchen, as you left you heard Midoriya huff out and plop down on the bed, “in the waistband for you deku jr… she’s actually making us food” he huffed to himself and you couldn’t help but laugh.

Maybe making things work with Midoriya would be exactly what you both needed, just maybe.

Kinktober Masterlist (coming soon)

Day 18 - Kento Nanami: All nighter.

Day 20 - Ushijima Wakatoshi: Looking forward.

[desperate-gay]

How about a NNN (No nut november) fic with either Leah or Alexia where they made a bet and two weeks in regret it but R wants them to win and denies them but also still teases. they end up getting mocked by everyone because of their lack of concentration. you can decide the ending !

Needy November

Alexia Putellas x fem!reader

a/n: pretend i’m not two months late…

“C’mon capi, join the bet. Ingrid and I are doing it!” Mapi exclaims, continuing to try and convince her captain to the challenge.

“For the last time Maria, no.” Alexia shakes her head and proceeds to pack up her kit bag. She found the whole month's dare stupid and meaningless, especially when it meant holding off one of her favorite things.

“Ah, I see. You’re too scared that you’re gonna lose. I bet you’d crumble and fail within an hour.” The tattooed girl smirks, egging on Alexia which seems to be working. Alexia is never one to lose a challenge, so hearing people say she’d fail, she’s going to prove them wrong.

“How much are we talking?”

—

“Bebe, I’m home!” Alexia’s voice echoes through the house, but once she notices the nicely lit candles and rose petals on the ground, she decides to quickly look for you.

Making her way around the home, she still has no clue as to where you are. She finally makes her way to the bedroom, and when she walks in, hands cover her eyes from behind which makes her jump but ease down when she smells the familiar scent of your perfume.

“Surprise.” You whisper in her ear, leaning up to reach. Removing your hands, you make your way in front of her and smooth out your outfit. Her eyes trail down her body and her mouth opens slightly in awe.

“What is all this?” She asks breathlessly, hands finding their way to your hips while yours loop around her neck and mess with her baby hairs.

“I thought I’d surprise you. I didn’t have anything to grade or check over today, so I came straight home and set this up. You and I have hardly had much time together since the season started, and I wanted to make time. So here we are.” Smiling, you lean in for a loving kiss. Alexia melts into your soft lips but pulls back way too soon for both of your liking.

“No no no no, I can’t.” The taller girl groans as she runs her hands down her face. She keeps them hovering over her eyes so she can’t see you in your outfit. If she keeps looking, she would pounce and have her way with you, but lose the bet.

Your hands grab her wrists and pull them away from her face, but her head tilts up towards the ceiling. “What is going on, baby? You’re really confusing me right now.” You nervously chuckle at her weird behavior.

“I made a bet with the girls.” She trails off, still avoiding your gaze.

“Oh no-”

“I can’t have any sex this month.”

“What!”

Alexia winces at your sudden rise of tone. “I know, I know. It was so stupid to accept. I should have just left.” She groans, still keeping her eyes off of you.

You let off a small huff and race through your thoughts. Technically, the team wouldn’t even know if she failed the challenge, she’d just have to lie. You grin to yourself and return your hands to her neck, rubbing up and down sensually. Alexia’s breath hitches when you press a few kisses on her jawline, knowing what you’re trying to do.

“Y’know, the girls don’t have to find out. We can have all the fun we want and still win the bet.” You whisper in her ear, attempting to help her give in. You pull back slightly and tug her earlobe between your teeth, making her eyes roll slightly in pleasure.

“No, that’s cheating which makes me a loser.” She suddenly takes a few steps back, shaking her head ferociously while pacing around the room.

“So you’re saying no to your half-naked girlfriend because you’re too stubborn to lose a bet that you got yourself into?” You question, quirking your eyebrow at her.

“Si.”

Her deadpan answer makes you scoff and groan at the same time. She probably didn’t even consider what she’d be taking away from you when she accepted the bet, so you’re going to try one last thing in hopes of changing her mind. You approach her and lightly run your fingertips down her chest and to her stomach, causing the Catalan to look anywhere but you.

“Ale, be serious for a second. You can pretend this stupid little game doesn’t exist and do whatever you want to me. You can bend and flip me into any position then fuck me-“

“La la la la! I can’t hear you!” Alexia covers her ears, shouting like a little kid and closing her eyes to end your temptations. Groaning loudly, you stomp into the bathroom to get your robe and calm down.

After a minute, the brunette peeks her eye open and sees you’re no longer in the room. She lets out a breath in relief but frowns when she takes in how much you did for her only for it to be ruined.

Walking over to the bathroom, she knocks lightly against the door. “Amor? Are you okay?”

She moves back when the door swings open, revealing you with your hair up in a messy bun and your body dressed in an oversized shirt with shorts. Her eyes follow your figure as you blow out all the candles, confusing her as to what your mood is. You can either be angry or just meh. Once you’re done, you walk back over to the taller girl and place a kiss on her cheek.

“I’m not mad, Ale. I guess it’s my fault for being in a relationship with a stubborn captain who can’t ever lose.”

“Hey!”

—

Three weeks in and Alexia has been miserable. Her body aches for yours, to touch you and to be touched. You on the other hand have been okay. Of course, you’re constantly craving Alexia, but you can still get off by yourself. It’s hard, but it’s one way to relieve yourself.

Alexia has been off the past week due to tweaking her knee, so she has to sit out for precautionary purposes. She still goes to training to see the girls and fulfill her captain duties, but today she decided to stay at home with you. It’s the weekend so you don’t have to worry about going to work.

You decided to take in your time off and enjoy yourself with a book in bed while Alexia busied herself in the living room, most likely watching football games. You’re embracing the silence of the room until the door creaks open and a body slams itself onto the bed.

The Catalan sighs, trying to get your attention but when you don’t pay her any mind, she sighs louder. You continue to flip through the pages of your book, purposely ignoring the girl’s advances. She crawls up to your body and places her head onto your stomach then trailing her hands onto your waist, just where your shirt rises and shows off your skin.

It starts as innocent as she rubs her hands up and down, massaging at your skin but soon turns more sinister when she places kisses below your belly button. Her fingers hook onto your shorts in an attempt to pull them down, but her advances are stopped when you slap at her hands.

“Amor.” She whines, looking up at you with your nose still stuck in your book. She huffs in annoyance and slides her body up, poking her head between the gap of your arms, now resting her head on your chest.

When you continue to pay her no attention, she begins to trail kisses across your jaw and down your neck. Her teeth start to sink into your skin right before you slam your book shut, making the girl jump in shock.

“Baby, I know you’re needy right now, but you need to stop.” You say sternly.

“Oh bebe, I know you want this just as much as I do. Let’s get naked, si?” She grins as her nose brushes along the underside of your jaw.

“Ah, no.” You push her off your body and onto the other side of the bed.

“C’mon, bebe. Don’t you want me fuck you with the stra-“

You quickly place a hand over her mouth and say, “You dug this hole, Ale. You gotta get yourself out of it. I’m not gonna give in just because you want it this time. You wanted to win so you’re going to win.”

Alexia buries her face into a pillow and lets out a few noises of aggression before getting up to head back into the living room. You shake your head in amusement and reopen your book, continuing from the spot you were interrupted by.

The Catalan shouts from another room, “I guess I’ll have to occupy myself because my girlfriend doesn’t love me!”

“Don’t you dare, Alexia Putellas Segura!”

—

It’s finally November 30th. Alexia is in the locker room, bouncing her leg up and down in anticipation of tonight. You’re both definitely going to be staying up until midnight to make up for the month’s time.

“Got somewhere to be, capi?” Patri asks, noticing the girl’s antsy behavior.

“Yeah, to her girlfriend so she can finally shag her tonight,” Mapi smirks when Alexia glares at her. “Don’t you think I know? Ingrid and I are both excited too, right bonita?” Ingrid rolls her eyes at her girlfriend who is waving her eyebrows up and down.

“It’s your fault I am even in this mess.” Alexia glares at the tattooed defender who in return holds up her hands in fake defense.

“You’re the one who agreed to take part in it, amiga. I didn’t force you.”

The two bicker back and forth until Ingrid interferes, stopping both of them much to the team’s dismay who find their arguing amusing. Ingrid rushes Mapi out the door to get home and rest as soon as possible from the rough training while Alexia decides to do the same.

It’s around 10 at night as she walks through the door. Just like a few weeks ago, there are flower petals on the ground and candles lit around the house, but now there is soft music playing and you standing in a new lingerie set with two flutes of champagne.

Alexia drops her bag onto the floor and quickly makes her way over to you, taking one glass out of your hand and into hers before wrapping her free arm around your back, pulling you into a steamy kiss. After a while, you both pull away to catch your breath with swollen red lips and blown-up eyes.

“Um, we still have two hours so I thought we could watch a movie for the time being. Can’t let you lose now.”

“That’s so long though.” Alexia whines but stops when you slam your lips against hers.

Pulling away you whisper, “Maybe we can make out during the movie, y’know, set the mood for the hours of stolen time we need to redeem?”

—

“Someone had a good night!” Lucy howls at the love-sick smile and glow that has been plastered on the captain’s face since she arrived at training.

“Mapi, pay up!”

[courtingchaos]

Mark Em’ Up

Warnings: Sexual content, NSFW, Minors GTFO

A/N: Listen, inspiration struck. Eddie’s got a good neck, we all wanna bite it, just admit it.

He’s just sitting there, stretched out on his couch like a gangly cat. Head resting on his fist, elbow propped on the arm of the couch and you standing still at the edge of the carpet. Between getting up to grab a drink and turning around the sun has shifted, the earth has turned, and Eddie has tilted his head a fraction more to the side and that pale expanse is a siren song.

You’ve kissed him there before, so many times in fact. Had a nibble or two sure, but this angle on this afternoon with this lighting and whatever you two were doing before is coalescing into a fervor. Never before have you felt the need to sink your teeth into him like the sweetest treat you’ve ever seen. Oh you know he’d love it too, would probably yelp and squeal a little while you grazed your teeth along that tendon. Ran your tongue up the rest of the way to his ear to give that a bite too. Really you want to set your lips from his collar to the nape of his neck, marking him up an down like a map of the Andes. Red and purple ridges like lay lines of your obsession with him.

Maybe it’s your heavy breathing or the fact that you’ve been hovering like a horny poltergeist for a second too long but Eddie turns to look at you.

“You okay?” He asks, frown forming on his face. The turn of his head creases that pillar of throat you’ve been eyeing and you huff. Setting your can down on the counter to free your hands up so you can snatch his collar when you get to the couch. Determination set in your features while Eddie tries to scramble away from you. “What the fu-uuck.” He strangles out when you snatch him, climbing over his bent knees to straddle his hip. He’s still sideways under you but that’s where you intend to keep him so you can get at his stupid neck taunting you. “If you wanted to fool around you just gotta say sooo-“ He pulls the syllables out when you descend, lips eager to suck at his skin, teeth aching to sink in softly and mark. Normally it’s him leaving you with little love bites. Some hidden, others left on the edge of your jaw or just along the collar of your shirt, a reminder for you and a notice for others, ‘hands off’. You’d refrained from leaving any on him, mostly because the urge never struck you like this before but also to save him from any ribbing he’d receive at the shop. Now though you’d gladly send him out into the world, baring your fine artwork up and down his throat. “Baby.” He whines (actually whines) and you can feel the vibration of his neediness along your lips. You’re still clutching his shirt in your hands, holding him in place under you but now he’s clutching your hands, fingers grasping at your fist, breath coming out in little gasps. You can’t get enough of this, laving your tongue up to his earlobe, biting down gently and pulling another little whimper out of him. His eyes are squeezed shut, teeth worrying at his bottom lip, little puffs of air from his nose making his hair dance around his face. You do exactly what you had intended to do and start behind his ear, lips stuck to the tender skin there, sucking it between your teeth to pull that color in. You don’t even lift up, just slide your mouth down leaving a wet trail of spit in your wake. Leaving him wet and purple and red under your lips. Your knee is tight against him and you can feel him getting hard against your thigh, can feel him trying to wriggle out (or maybe further) into your touch. You won’t deny him anything today, but you came over to this couch with a single motivation and you aren’t leaving until the job is done. He tastes clean and vaguely salty, the warmer weather making him sweat so soon out of his after work shower. You can smell his shampoo, the coconut one you bought him that he secretly really likes, and the lingering smoke from his cigarette. It closes in around you, swirls together with the homey smell of the trailer and you get lost in your work. Eddie is slowly going insane, whining and gripping your arm, his hands searching for something he can wind his fingers into. Your hair is pulled back in a clip, away from his fingers so he settles on bunching your shirt in his fist and trying to grind into your leg. He tries to say something and stutters when you bite down a little harder, rolling the skin between your teeth before soothing the burn with the flat of your tongue. You shush him anyways and move one hand off of his collar to grip his jaw and push it up slightly, shifting his face up and away. The line of hickeys trailing from his ear is varied, little burst of darker red where you’d gotten a little ahead of your self and sucked a little too hard.

“Honey please.” He begs (actually begs). You can feel him tense under you, can feel his jaw working where it’s cupped in your hand. You leave another line of marks to meet up with the first and finally detach yourself to look at your handiwork. Running a finger down that tendon makes it flex under your touch, his mouth falling open to gasp when you run your nail lightly over his skin. There’s too much space here, too much pale you want to mark up. It’d take you all afternoon, you’re sure of it, to get it as decorated as you like but you’ll take it for now. You lean down one last time to suck hard at the hollow of his throat, feeling the vibrations of him groaning against your mouth. With a wet pop you let him go and finally sit all the way up, wiping your face where you’ve smeared spit over your cheek.

He looks wrecked, red faced, neck flushed and marked. His chest rising and falling rapidly and his hands flex where they’re still wrapped around your forearm now resting on his stomach. He turns his head slightly to look up at you, eyes dark and heavy. You can see the shine of wetness on his neck where the sun catches it and you grin.

“What the fuck?” He’s breathless.

“Sorry, you just looked so tasty.” You sound so satisfied. Thighs still squeezing him tight you can feel how hard he is and you wonder just how he’ll exact his revenge. Or maybe he won’t. Maybe he’ll stay pliant and whiney, stay under you on this couch and let you leave a longer trail of marks down his chest. Down his stomach. Down his thighs.

He turns under you to face up, finally releases your arm to run his palm over his neck and makes a face when he feels the heat and the wet. “Oh you really went to town didn’t you?”

“Mhm.” Still satisfied but now you can plant your hands on his chest and hold him down, watch his eyes grow big and shining when he looks up at you in complete adoration. “I just wanted to make a little statement. Thought you’d wear it well.” You run your finger lightly against his throat, right over that last hickey you left. Under your palms his heart beats faster and you feel that swoop of warmth in your chest, reserved only for him. “If you want, I can leave a few more around.” You tilt your head and glance down his chest, his hands running up and down your thighs in anticipation.

He spends the afternoon becoming your own personal canvas and when he goes to work the next morning, coveralls tied around his waist it’s Jeff who notices first. Flicks the collar of Eddie’s t-shirt and gives him a shit eating grin.

“Did she at least by you dinner first?”

“I think I was dinner.”

(Sacrifice for the readmore)

[matenrou-fan]

Cockwarming HC with Mammon

I know I'm having requests in my inbox right now and no one asked for this but a sudden idea rushed to my mind so here we are..!

Femreader, teasing (both from Mammon's and reader's side), begging (from Mammon's side)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

-Despite his bratty behavior (and the way he looks in his demon form lol), Mammon is not that kinky and probably doesn't know what cockwarming is.

-You two discover that interesting pleasant thing accidentally during one of your quality time alone.

-He pins you to the wall in his bedroom, your bodies so hot and close to each other, your hearts beating in one rhythm and your tongues dancing together.. He cups your ass cheeks with his warm hands as he slowly enters inside you, enjoying the little sounds you make.

-That when you two suddenly hear a loud thud in the corridor, accompanied by someone's scream. Mammon froze in place, his cock still deep inside you, twitching and trembling. You also get quite scared, squeezing his hips with your thighs and looking at the door with widened eyes.

-But it turned out that it was Levi, he ran out of his bedroom, almost breaking his door as he screamed about a new figure of Ruri-chan that was raffle off in one of his favorite shops and he should be there ASAP.

-When everything turns silent again you and Mammon breathed a sigh of relief almost synchronously, but he was still standing like this, holding you tight to his chest.

-"Am I tripping or it feels kinda nice..?" - he whimpered in your ear, rubbing his hips against yours. You can't help but moan a little, feeling him fully inside your clenching pussy was actually pleasant, but you were already hungry for some friction.

-So you suggest trying this next time, as now you need him to give you a good and fast pounding. And Mammon is always willing to do as you ask.

-After that you do a little research just to find that it's actually a thing in sex that many couples enjoy and it can be a great foreplay before the main act.

-So from now you two love to do this, especially if you have a lot of free time that you can spend pleasuring each other.

-Despite Mammon actually really likes it, sometimes it's so hard to sit in place when he hears your little gasps and whimpers, your legs around his waist so tight as you sit in his laps, hands grabbing his shoulders so desperately..

-So eventually you started to use cockwarming as a punishment to him sometimes, when he again spent too much money for random things or got into another one stupid story with witches.

-His face is just so cute when he blushes like that, not able to control his voice. Your tight walls are squeezing him so well, all he can think about is this hot wetness of your cunt around his dick.

-Mammon can furrow his brows and look away as much as he wants, but you can feel as he getting harder inside you, meaning that he's actually quite enjoy this little humiliation. So it won't take that long for him to break and start begging, as he whines shyly for more.

-"Please.. S/o, I can't take any more.." - such a husky and trembling voice as he gasps for air, breathing so heavily. His hot arms on your waist as he squeezes your soft skin impatiently, admiring your beautiful body with cloudy eyes. - "Please.. Let me cum.."

-He would be more sloppy but faster than usual, as he can't control this urge inside his body, already so horny. You can't even imagine how hungry and needy you make him feel, but maybe his moans, much louder and hopeless than his casual voice, will be a hint for you.

-As much as he can be passive and obedient in bed, he also doesn't mind to be in the dominant and playful side, if the mood is just right.

-Holding your hips in place with his pretty strong hands when you try to squirm around, hoping for some friction. His smirk is so wild and amusing, as he scolds you a little.

-"Come on, s/o, you can be a good girl for me, alright? Just a little bit more and I will reward you greatly.." - he kisses your earlobe, whispering in such teasing tone… truly, a demon. But this little mockery just makes your body tingle as you feel a wave of goosebumps running down your core, and Mammon immediately notices that. - "Mm? I can see that you really enjoy our little play, don't you, darling?"

-As this sudden discovery spiced up your time in the bedroom a little, now you two were willing to find and try more new things. Who knows just how many interesting ways of pleasing you will find?

[theunholybastard]

Kinktober: October 27th - Shower Sex (Papa Emeritus IV x Female!Reader)

Tags: Established Relationship, Shower Sex, Groping, Creampie, 1st Person POV

The night ended with me and Copia covered in sweat, saliva, cum, and maybe the teeniest amount of blood. It's hard to tell.

After a long and passionate afternoon of love making, chugging a bottle of water to rehydrate, (and Copia chugging down a juice box instead) we had a short yet heated discussion on who gets to take a shower first. Deciding we were both equally filthy, and both desperately wanting to use up all the hot water on our aching bodies, we decided to shower together. It saves time and water, a perfect solution! If only Copia knew how to keep his damn hands to himself.

I put most of the blame on him, but in reality, it's equally my doing, too. How can I resist, when he's in such close proximity to me in a steamy atmosphere, naked, wet, and vulnerable? Rubbing soap down his bare body, rubbing shampoo into his scalp and being entrusted to not get any in his eyes, seeing him so exposed in a non sexual setting, it's almost more intimate than the sex itself. What can I say? It turns me on.

It also doesn't help that his cock stands tall every time we shower together, no doubt thinking the exact same naughty things I'm thinking about him and his body. He seems to get particularly excited when there's bubbles covering my tits, eyes bulging as he stares like a cartoon character. Whenever his cock twitches, I can practically hear the 'boi-ing!' sound effect echoing throughout the bathroom.

This time was no exception. It was just supposed to be an innocent shower, but the both of us were stupid for thinking it could possibly turn out otherwise. Don't we know each other? We should know by now, hands will always wander. Like right now, as he scrubs down my back, diligently washing everywhere I couldn't reach, his fingertips graze my back, lingering right above my ass for a not so subtle moment. I smirk. "What are you thinking about, hm?"

"You already know." He grinned goofily, his cock slowly growing. I shake my head, rolling my eyes playfully. "It's just a shower, you pervert." I giggle, pretending to be annoyed. He gets closer, wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face in my neck.

"But you're irresistible, amore mio." He coos, kissing up my neck to my jaw. "I cannot help myself, seeing you like this." I swat his arm gently, the obcene wet slapping sound bounces against the damp walls of the shower. I bet I'm going to be hearing a lot more of that in a minute.

"How many more loads do you have left in you?" I question in a scolding tone, though I know full well how aroused I am, and the moment he suggests anything, I'll be on him instantaneously. "After all that fucking, and you want more?"

"I always want more from you," He purred, nibbling on my earlobe in attempts to seduce me. Jokes on him, I'm already sopping wet, and not just from the water. "And what better place to do it than the shower? No mess to worry about, we can just get clean and dirty at the same time, eh?" His soapy hands run down my hips, to my pubic mound, lightly caressing and teasing me.

My lip quivers, my resolve quickly dissipating. "You do have a point..." I murmur, grinding my ass back against him, feeling his hardness against my glistening skin, subtly smiling to myself. He groans, shuddering softly.

"Cazzo... lean against the wall for me, will you, baby? And put your leg up, too." He asked gently, giving my ass a light slap. I chuckle and do as he asked, pressing my chest against the wall of the shower, leg up against the rim of the tub, almost losing my balance with only one foot to hold me on the slippery floor now. His hand remained on my hip the whole time. "I got you, amore. You're safe." He assured.

He lined himself up with my entrance spread for him, now fully hardened and ready to take me. He pushes in, arms wrapped securely around me to make sure there are no possible slips occurring. My mouth hung agape, the stretch beautifully pleasurable. I don't even need to be prepped by his fingers to take his length, he just fits in my cunt so perfectly, as if we were made for each other, like two puzzle pieces connecting.

"Fuck, you feel so good." He grunts, thrusting in and out with ease, my slick enveloping him like a comforting warm hug. The tip of his dick brushed against my g-spot from this angle, each thrust either slamming against it or just barely grazing it, both sensations driving me crazy. He kisses the back of my head softly, taking a second to smell my shampoo, letting out a little hum of satisfaction.

The stream from the shower head poured down on us, as our wet, shiny bodies molded together. It was intoxicating, the warmth of the water on me mixed with the heavy scent of his fruity body wash and his skin rubbing against mine, it made my head swirl and fog with lust. Every nerve in me felt like it was vibrating, taking every ounce of willpower in me to not buckle and collapse, the magic movements of his cock rendering me weak.

He was always such a giving and attentive lover, one hand snaking around my waist to rub at my swollen clit, his finger movements skilled, causing me to grip around his manhood like a vice. He was determined to make me cum first, and lucky for him, my orgasm was rapidly approaching.

"Are you going to cum for me, beautiful? Yeah? Oh, s-such a good girl." He huffs and puffs, growing close himself, the multiple orgasms he had previously not making it easy to last as long as he wants. "Give me one more orgasm tonight, amore. I need to feel you, baby, I know you can do it..."

His words of encouragement are all I needed, one last pound against my g-spot has me making a mess around his length in an instant, falling apart with a scream, sounding like a porn star. The clenching of my cunt suffocating his poor sensitive cock, warm juices surrounding him, it wasn't long till he followed, spilling himself within me.

Pulling out with a hiss, his spend leaks from me, quickly being washed away from the water, that has now started to run cold. "S-should we wrap up about now? I think we've got everything..." He asks, catching his breath, both of us clinging to each other for balance. He leans over to turn the shower handle off. I snicker, hand clasped over my mouth.

"There's still shampoo in your hair, hun."

-

[that-one-gay-from-the-gay-club]

HI IM A LITTLE LATE I WAS AT A CONCERT HSHZHDUAAUID

@croptopjames <3 NSFW but not explicit

It's sinful, fucking sinful.

When Regulus agreed to be dragged along to this guys birthday party as part of him and his brother reconciling, this isn't how he thought it would go.

He thought it would maybe go something along the lines of he got a drink or two or three, say hi to the birthday boy, meet his brothers boyfriend and other two "best friends in the whole- the whoolle wide world reggie" he had slurred just slightly (just preparty drinks things), and then maybe, maybe if he got drunk enough, dance a bit. You know.

Most of those things did happen, to be fair. But the one thing he didn't see coming was James Fleamont Potter.

James potter, with his fucking dancing and his fucking hips and that fucking crop top. He had a waist that regulus just wanted to sink his teeth into, one that would look much better with handprint bruises, and his tattoo, that fucking tattoo, the stag antlers just barely peeking over his jeans.

Just barely, that is, until James hooks a finger in his waistband and starts swaying his hips to the beat of the music, other arm holding his bottle above his head, the head that's thrown back exposing a neck Regulus just wants to wrap his hands around and squeeze.

The worst decision he could make is walk over to him.

So he walks over to him, drink in hand (there's no way he's leaving it unattended) and smiles his most innocent smile. He looks up at James though his eyelashes, a perk of being the smallest black brother.

"And who might you be?" James grins. "No no, noono let me guess. Baby Black."

"Oh fuck that Nickname sucks, Potter" Regulus all but shudders

"Potter? Not James?" He pouts. Regulus wants to bite that lip, bite down on it and pull antil it bleeds. He wants to watch the blood run down James's chin and then lick it off.

He's so fucked. He stands up on tiptoe, so he can be right next to James's ear. He'll blame it on the music.

"James" he murmurs, low and dark and sweet all at the same time. He could have sworn James shuddered at the name.

"Regulus." James copies his tone, in his own ear, and if he sounded anything like that whilst saying James's name then he's surprised James is still upright. It makes his knees buckle for a second.

Strong arms wrap around his waist, and a slower song comes on.

"Dance with me?"

Regulus nods. Its polite, isn't it? It's rude to say no to the birthday boy. Even if, technically, it stopped being his birthday about an hour ago. The pair dance, and get far too close, and Regulus has his hands on that fucking crop top and on James's stupid little waist. It's fucking- it's not tiny, but it's not big. It's muscled. Seriously, the man is sculpted from clay or some shit.

Regulus tugs at the crop top. It reaches to a little above his belly button, and Regulus really really wants to rip it off.

"Now now honey, what are you doing that for?" Regulus blushes at the pet name, and it's almost impossible to hide because of how pale he is. James smirks, fucking smirks. Its usually something regulus Hayes, but on James it makes him want to kiss, and scratch and bite and make James his.

"Do you maybe want to go upstairs?" James asks, almost hesitantly, despite how confidently he's now murmuring in Regulus's ear and- and oh fuck, and kissing his neck.

He nods, frantically, resisting the urge to bite his lip.

"Not good enough, baby, I want to hear you say it" James says, standing up straight again, cocky smile back in place.

Regulus can play that game too. He stands on his tiptoes, wrapping his arms around James's neck and breathing in his ear.

"Please, sir? Can we go upstairs, to your room?" He says, tongue dripping with honey, as he gently tugs at James's earlobe with his teeth

[bonny-kookoo]

Watchu want babe, I'll cook you up a snack

Anything thay you can whip up, I'd be happy :)

You're playing around with the bracelet Jungkook had given you, when Namjoon sits down next to you.

"He's not courted anyone before, you know?" He says, arms crossed as he looks around at Jungkook chasing Seokjin, both in their wolf-forms as they bite at each other in purely playful nature. "Its not like he's a strictly traditional wolf, only ever offering himself to his mate or anything. He's had relationships in the past, and I think that won't surprise you."

You shake your head silently, turning your head to look at the Packleader.

"This-" namjoon nods towards your bracelet, "has ways been his. He's worn it since he became an adult, years back." He explains, and you look down at it.

It seems like it's definitely been word a lot. The string holding the wooden beads together has been fixed with newer parts here and there. The wooden beads themselves have scratches on them, scrapes and clear signs of wear.

Why would he give you something like this?

"He's told me about you. How you met in dream." He continues, and you turn to look at him again. "You know what that means."

"I'm.. but I'm not-" you start, confused. You don't feel ready for something like a chosen mate yet. You don't want to face all the responsibilities and choices you'll have to make. You don't want to leave your pack.

"He's not a monster." Namjoon softly says, finally turning towards you. "He's just as scared as you are- he's just a lot better at hiding it." He chuckles, watching as Jungkook jumps onto Seokjin's back, biting into his neck before he's pushed off again into the dirt. "He's letting instincts lead him, and maybe you should do the same." He offers.

"What if my instincts are wrong?" You mumble. "What if.. he's not the right one after all? Or I'm not the right one?" You argue. "These stupid dreams and all those things have been wrong in the past."

"Because those weren't the right ones." Namjoon chuckles. "That one, right there-" he nods towards the big black wolf currently choking on sand, "-that's the one." He laughs, and you can't help but giggle as well.

"If he would stop that Alpha behavior, maybe I wouldn't be so.. I don't know." You huff, pulling your legs closer to yourself to hug them.

"Well, it's not my place to explain why he's acting like this-" namjoon sighs, standing up. "But I can tell you that he's a lot more than just an alpha. You'll just.. have to be as gentle with him as you want him to be with you." He offers, before he leaves you alone.

And not even half an hour later, a freshly showered Jungkook falls into the seat of the wooden bench next to you, sighing. "Seokjin's getting old." He chuckles, resting his arms on the back of the bench.

"Maybe you're just too much to handle." You scoff, crossing your arms.

"Am I?" He leans in teasingly, brushing some hair away from the side of your face to playfully tug on the jewlery hanging from your earlobe.

"Yes." You respond, trying not to make it show that his touch is actually affecting you. "But I'll get used to it, I guess." You shrug, turning back to watch Seokjin play with the youngest of the pack.

"What did Namjoon and You talk about?" He suddenly asks, and you just turn towards him, smiling.

"You." You bluntly reply, making his eyes widen.

"Me?" He wonders, voice raising in pitch a little.

"Yep." You say. "We made fun of you when you ate dirt." You say, and the tips of his ears turn a bit red as he crosses his arms.

"...did not." He denies. "You saw nothing." He mumbles to himself, and you giggle, instantly catching his attention back.

"I thought it was cute." You shrug, getting up. "If only you always played like that, and not as if you've got something to prove.." You tease, stretching your arms above your head.

"Then what?" He almost growls, before he notices you adjusting the bracelet he gave you.

"Then I'd play with you, too." You chirp, before you run off-

Leaving him behind with a shaking head, laughing to himself.

You're really something else.

[moremaybank]

Hello! I love your jj posts!! Can you maybe write a jj x reader angst where they are together and haven’t seen each other for a few days (long working days and school stress etc.) and reader really misses him so they agree to meet later in the week at readers house, so she makes dinner and makes it all cozy but jj texts her last minute that he is a bit later because he's going to have end of the week drinks with colleagues and then he gets a bit drunk and forgets about the time coming home to reader late and she gets mad and sad because she missed him sm (maybe jj first tries to make up for it with his dick, bc you know boys are stupid) but later sees his mistake and notices how she made dinner etc, so he feels really bad and it ends with jj making up (fluff)! Hope this is okay and clear hahaha! ❤️ Have a nice day!

DINNER DATE — j.m

pairing jj maybank x gf!reader

summary jj comes home late when you two have a date night planned and he tries to make it up to you

warnings angst, mentions of alcohol use, jj being dumb and trying to fix things with sex

author's note started and restarted this way too many times for someone who is supposedly sane.

jj masterlist

your place looked amazing — like it was straight out of a rom-com. dimmed lighting with the golden glow of candles illuminating the space. rose petals scattered over the floor and table. the five-star meal you’d worked tirelessly on throughout the week trying to perfect. and let’s not forget about jj's favourite dessert from the restaurant he took you to on your first formal date. everything was perfect. jj deserved the best, and that’s all you wanted to give him. 

he had texted you as soon as he got off work, explaining that he would grab a quick drink with his colleagues before coming home to you for your highly anticipated and long overdue date night. 

but that was two hours ago, and now, you were over it. so. completely. over it. 

you were starting to blow out the candles littered around the room as jj stumbled through the door.

"hey, pretty girl. sh-shit. you look pretty. my pretty baby," he cooed, approaching you after removing his shoes and setting down his belongings.

you ignored him, continuing to clean up. you grabbed both of your plates and set them down next to the sink. you began to put the food in containers to store in the fridge when jj finally reached you.

"what are you doing? i thought we had dinner planned?" he questioned as he watched you pack the food away.

"we did. two hours ago," you retorted, refusing to even glance his way.

jj paused, dragging a hand over his face as he glanced at the clock.

9:03 pm. shit.

"baby...i—"

"don't, jj. i don't wanna hear it," you huffed, putting the food in the fridge and returning to the table where you blew out the remainder of the candles. "i hope you had a nice night."

jj's hands found yours from behind you, halting your movements. "i'm sorry. i didn't mean to. the guys and i were just blowing off some steam, and i-i lost track of time. we can take the food back out and eat it now," he pleaded, wrapping his broad arms around your waist as he rested his head on your shoulder. "let me make it up to you, please?"

"i'm not hungry anymore. you can eat by yourself if you want to."

for weeks, you and jj had been so busy, and you barely had time to see each other. the only time you got to spend with each other nowadays was when you two were in bed, asleep. so was it too much for the two of you to set aside time to enjoy each other's company while you ate a meal together and felt the love you shared? two hours ago, you would've said no. but after jj's forgetful behaviour, you weren't sure if your answer was the same.

"c'mon, pretty girl. i promise you'll feel better once i take care of you," jj whispered into your ear. his teeth grazed your earlobe before he pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses to the nape of your neck, trailing them across your shoulder as his fingers worked to remove the fabric of your sleeve. "mm, y-you smell good," he spoke, sniffing your skin.

"stop," you scold, shrugging him off and putting some distance between you two. "seriously? you think sex is just gonna make me forget that you completely blew me off? what's the matter with you?"

"wait, that's not what i meant. of course i know that's not gonna fix everything. but we were gonna end up there after dinner anyway, right?"

you scoffed in response, "wow. did you really just say that?"

"i—"

"you know what? it was one thing to have a drink with your work friends to relax after work. and i was fine with that, i really was. but i was able to prioritize time for my relationship. i just wish you could have too."

jj stayed quiet, mentally cursing himself for being as stupid as he was, trying to get you into bed without even letting you explain your side of things. he honestly didn't even consider how you felt about it all, and he was kicking himself. hard.

"i'm going to bed. you can clean up the remainder of what was supposed to be our date night, and when you're done, you can sleep on the couch. goodnight," you said before storming off, leaving jj alone with his thoughts.

how the hell was he supposed to fix this?

-

you woke up to your remorseful boyfriend rubbing your back soothingly to lull you out of your sleep. he smoothed your hair away from your face, landing a soft kiss on your forehead as your eyes fluttered open. "good morning, beautiful."

you grunted in acknowledgement, still not in the mood to speak to him.

he chuckled softly, thumb skimming over your cheekbone. "i know you're still mad at me, and that's okay because i deserve it. but i am planning on making it up to you."

"with sex?" you remarked, giving him a pointed look.

"no, not with sex. i learned my lesson. but i do have a surprise for you," he replied.

you raised a brow at him in confusion, "what is it?"

"you're gonna have to come with me to find out," he sing-songed with a cheeky grin. the one he knew you couldn't resist, even with all your power.

"fine."

you let jj pull you out of bed and lead you to the kitchen with his hands over your eyes. he reminded you not to peak because it's considered cheating, and you rolled your eyes behind your eyelids. he was already on thin ice, but you decided to swallow the snarky comment and save it for later in case you needed it.

you two finally came to a stop, and jj hesitated, debating if he had done enough to make things right, or at least start to. "you ready?"

"mhm."

"alright, open."

you opened your eyes, and your gaze landed on the beautifully decorated kitchen in front of you. jj had relit the candles littered around the room from the previous night. the rose petals were still artfully scattered across the floor and table. there were giant metallic balloons against the wall that spelled out, 'i love you.' lastly, on the table sat two plates with a gourmet breakfast that consisted of chocolate-chip pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, and home fries, alongside a mug of hot chocolate — the high-end one that you only splurged on a few times a year. your eyes began to water, but you blinked your tears away, not willing to give in to jj just yet.

"c'mon," he encouraged, pulling out a chair for you. you sat down, and he pushed you closer to the table before taking a seat himself.

"i know this won't fix everything, but i figured it could be a start," he smiled gently, his hand finding yours on the table. "so we can sit here and eat this delicious breakfast while you talk to me and let me know how you feel. we're gonna figure this out together."

you looked into the eyes of the boy you loved so much and saw the apologetic feelings behind them. your gaze softened, and you sighed.

"i'm sorry i got so angry with you, but i was hurt. i've missed you so much these past few weeks, and i've been so stressed out. i've just really needed you. so when we made the plan for our date night, i was so happy that we would finally get the chance to spend actual time together. but then you came home late, and it felt like you forgot about me. it felt like our plans weren't important to you...that i wasn't important to you, and it hurt," you explained. "i know our schedules can get super hectic. trust me, i understand that. but i need to know that we'll still make time for each other no matter what, because i want to build a life with you. i'm in this for the long haul, j. you need to show me that you are too."

he squeezed your hand in response, "i am. i'm in it for the long haul, baby, i promise. look...in hindsight, it probably wasn't the best idea for me to go drinking with the guys. i just had a really long day at work, and i wanted to loosen up before i came home to you so that i wouldn't sour the mood."

"you know, next time, you can just tell me that instead of making me feel like you want to ditch our plans," you teased, lightening up the mood between you two.

"i know. i'm sorry. and i'm also sorry for trying to initiate sex instead of talking things out with you. alcohol-influenced jj is a dumbass," he apologized. "but i don't ever want you to think that you don't matter to me. you aren't someone i'll ever just cast aside. you're my home and my heart. i love you, and i'm so lucky that you love me back," he spoke, bringing your hand to his lips so he could kiss your knuckles gently.

you smiled at him softly, and your free hand cupped his cheek. "i wouldn't mind hearing those things more often."

"i'll remind you how i feel about you hourly if it'll get you to see how important you are to me."

jj tag list (join here!): @maybankslover @skydisneylover @kittyqrt

[skadilothbrok]

Given The Chance - Chapter 3

As he carried you with ease to his bedroom, your lips barely left his. When he moved to open his door you moved your attention to the side of his neck. The door was opened and shut with more force than necessary once you were inside. He moved you from him and practically threw you down onto his bed. You grinned up at him as he stood watching you with pure desire burning in his eyes.

“Careful” you warned “I bite”.

“Promise?” his grin widened as he crawled over the top of you, moving your legs back around his waist. He ran his hands all over your body as you moved yours to the bottom of his shirt, tugging it up impatiently. He sat back as he quickly lifted his top over his head and threw it across the room. Your heart thundered at the sight of him and you reached for his chest, only to have him grab your hands and pin them to the pillows beside your head.

You pouted in protest and bucked your hips against him. “Patience” he smirked down at you before moving to capture your lips. You bit playfully at his bottom lip, earning a groan from him. “You’re a menace” he moved his attention to the buttons of your shirt, popping them open torturously slow as he kept one hand pinning yours above your head.

The cool air hit your exposed skin, and seconds later he was trailing a line of kisses down your body. He finally released your hands and you were quick to bury one in his hair while the other scratched lightly at his back. He continued his trail lower until he shifted past where you wanted him, placing a kiss at your knee. He glanced up to give you a sinful smile before he slowly started placing kisses towards your thigh.

“You know, patience has never been one of my virtues” you complained. He laughed lightly before biting down on your inner thigh. The slight shock of pain was exquisite and you had to bite your lip to stop the noise trying to escape you. Seconds later his breath ghosted over your sensitive flesh and you felt your own breath draw in with anticipation.

A knock came at the door moments later.

“Ignore it” Anders insisted as he pulled at your knickers.

The knocking came again, more insistent this time. He growled in frustration before leaving you on the bed to storm over to the door. He pulled it just wide enough to see out “what!?”

“This a bad time” you heard Gus and could imagine the stupid grin on his face. When Anders only replied with an agitated look he continued “the boss has called an emergency meeting, we leave in 5”. You silently cursed the worst timing in the universe and dropped your head back against the pillows in frustration. “Oh, and bring Y/n too” Gus laughed before you heard him walking away from the door.

Anders slammed the door before knocking his head against it, then turning back to you. By the look on his face you thought he was debating ignoring the prime minister entirely.

“Serves you right for playing with me” you moved from the bed and made your way over to him and leaned next to his ear “it is however completely unfair to me”. You took his earlobe between your teeth and tugged lightly.

His hands found your hips and he tried to pull you against him, but you stepped back out of reach and moved to pick up his shirt from the corner of the room. He remained locked in place as you pushed it against his chest. You met his eyes and almost felt sorry for the torment you saw in them. Almost.

Not breaking the eye contact you redid the buttons of your shirt and readjusted your skirt. He uttered something under his breath before tugging his shirt over his head. “Time to go” you smirked as you reached past him for the doorhandle. He reluctantly moved to allow you to open the door before turning to pull you back against his chest.

“Soon as we’re done with Churchill, we’re coming straight back here” he growled against your neck.

“Of course,” you grinned “you’ve got to make it up to me”. Before you could lose your own restraint, you stepped out of his grasp and made your way down the corridor.

Gus, Apple and Marjorie stood waiting at the bottom of the stairs. “If looks could kill, I think you’d be a dead man Gus” Apple laughed as he took in Anders’ frustrated appearance behind you. You smiled despite your own frustration at the interruption.

“Was it a bad time” Marjorie moved to link her arm with yours as you headed for the door.

“Couldn’t have been worse” you sighed.

[moonlit-escape]

𓍢ִ໋ 🧨⛧˚ ༘ ⋆ Zenix Mystreet headcanons !!

i might be insane but i honestly think he has a very sweet voice. not like, kawaii~chan sweet obviously, but i mean it has a very sweet tone to it, it's just also very crunchy. so anyway

5'9.3 (176cm)

pansexual (partly me projecting i guess but mostly he just has the vibes)

dobermann / rottweiler energy (big scary dog but actually just really protective and also dopey as hell)

his favourite color is pink, actually

has naturally POINTY TEETH !!! the other shadow knights (laurance included) were always jealous of it

pieeeeercinggggssss snake bites, industrial spikes, and normal earlobe piercings he got done at claires

he sucked ass at skating, unlike the other two, so he did ballet instead

constantly cussing that's why he wasn't allowed screentime in mystreet

puts his feet on ppl

still thinks sasha's witch practices are bullshit, but he doesn't say anything about it anymore and just lets her be. sometimes even lets her practice on him

gene lets him into the junkyard late at night to smash shit when he's had a bad day

lowkey thinks that he, sasha, and gene are in an open polyam relationship and the other two have no idea.

would bark at people

he wanted to start an "on wednesdays we wear pink" thing w the shadow knights So Bad but the other two shut him down Immediately (gene: i'm more into purple, actually) (sasha: zenix you closeted poser.)

GIVE HIM his Fuckign BABY PINK SNEAKERS!!!!!

so smart but acts so stupid sometimes. but i guess all 3 of them do that

affectionately aggressive. he bites, he insults, he hugs too hard. he hits and shoves, he grabs too tightly. he pulls on hair. he complains a lot. he won't let people help him. but his intentions are good. he wishes he knew how to convey that

honestly takes really good care of himself, he probably has the best hygiene in the whole household

surprisingly good with kids

the only one on the street laurance will let help him babysit his baby brother when he gets to watch over him every month

this has also lead to them hanging out occasionally by doing other oddly domestic activities. but, they always end up making it totally chaotic (ex: going to ikea and pretending to be a toxic couple, having a shopping cart race in the grocery store parking lot and almost wheeling out into traffic, almost burning down the kitchen bc zenix finds cooking boring and won't stop explaining the entire plot of shadow the hedgehog and then proceeding to read shadow fanfic out loud)

comes home with a redbox movie every weekend and he, sasha, n gene will have a movie night together

used to and still has a nintendo ds. it's the red n black one, but it's so covered in stickers you can't even tell. has a ren and stimpy keychain on it

definitely was obsessed with classic 90s and early 2000s cartoons

likes vampire movies and books a loooott lost boys is one of his favourite movies

says fuck twilight though the only good thing abt it is the movies have killer soundtracks (he was viciously jealous of bella bc he had a crush on robert pattinson)

is sasha's proofreader