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freshpeachpulp · 14 days ago

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handle it | unravel

Ellie Williams x wife!reader / 2.3k words / smut, use of restraints, some unserious moments.

You and your wife have had a dry spell of sorts and you believe it’s time to switch things up!

oh friends it’s been so long, i hope there’s still sub!Ellie enthusiasts out there. this has been sitting in my drafts for a hot moment lmao! i hope u enjoy :) btw i have a prequel to this hidden in my google docs somewhere if anyone is interested

You peek over your shoulder and dim your screen before typing on the keyboard. You don’t even know why you did that, you’re literally sitting on the floor against a wall and it’s midnight. Ellie’s fast asleep in the bedroom, or maybe she’s watching tv, you’re not sure. You’ve been in your office all evening, finishing up a project due for work.

You open up a new tab and type in the website. Www.yvesapple.com pops up on your screen. You see, your sex life with Ellie has gotten a little… monotonous. There’s still passion, and you both orgasm, but it’s predictable and doesn’t happen as much. You’re both happy, you know she loves you, but you’re dying to switch it up. Your married friends warned that the bed can get a little dry over time, and that trying new things is a must. You’re both so busy with work and life’s responsibilities, you don’t have the time to get tipsy and fuck in every room of the house like you once used to.

So here you are, on a website searching for something new. In the shop tab you click ‘all’ and scroll through. You don’t know what you’re looking for, something, anything. You scroll past the ball gags and bdsm gear, that’s not something you’re ready for at the moment. You’ve always been a bit vanilla so they kinda scare you a little. You keep scrolling past straps and dildos —you and Ellie already have a good selection.

You scroll but stop when you see a lingerie set. It’s a long silk sash tied intricately around the model's body. As you scroll through the pictures available you notice there’s many variations, an almost endless amount of ways to tie it over your body. The set comes with a matching restraint and a blindfold. It’s been a while since you’ve dressed up for Ellie, the most being your business attire and makeup you wear to work, this could be fun. You quickly order it and close the tab before heading to bed, too giddy to finish your project tonight.

—-

A week later you're at work when you get a notification that your package has arrived. You’re thankful that Ellie works late spearheading a construction project today, you can surprise her. You race home after work and shower, and begin wrapping the silk around your slick, oiled body. Across your chest like a bandeau, crossed over your belly, around your back and bring the rest over your crotch and you tie it in a little bow at your hips. There’s extra silk that you tie under your ass to bunch up the fat.

It took you a while to adjust but you’re pretty impressed with the way the red silk intricately accents your body. You look irresistible. You leave the restraint on the bed and throw on your usual unsexy robe and wait for Ellie to come home.

Her truck rolls into the driveway about an hour later, though it feels like eternity. She steps out and slams her door, disgruntled. You’ve noticed it’s become more common for her to be irritated after work, she’s in need of a good release too.

You hear the front door open and call her name with the cadence you use when you need her help with something. “Ell-ieeeee!”

“What?” she barks, her voice is piercing and you know she’s upset but you can’t help but feel turned on.

“There’s something wrong with the closet door babe, I need you to take a look at it,” you tell her, and you watch as she grunts something to herself while kicking off her work boots. She begins undoing the buttons of her plaid shirt and follows you to the bedroom. You gesture at the closet and move behind her as she observes it.

“There’s literally nothing wrong,” she says, exasperated. “Look. I literally just got home from wor— Oh…“

She turns around in time to watch the robe slip off your body. Her jaw slacks before she licks her lips, the agitation on her face morphing into excitement. You shimmy before twirling around and bending over so she can see how the sash barely contains your round ass and swollen pussy.

“Ooh freaky girl,” she teases and it makes you flush. She walks behind you and grabs your ass, observing the silk ties wrapping around them. Her hands are calloused and rough, a sharp contrast from your soft, warm skin. She squeezes and you can feel your pussy pulsate.

“Aht! No touching baby,” you tease, playfully swatting her hand away. It takes all of your willpower to break the contact. You guide her to the bed and she notices the restraint.

“Can I try that on you Ellie? Do you want it?”

“Yeah I do,” she says. She grabs your chin and pushes your head up so she can kiss you from behind. She grabs your neck and grinds into your ass, and you can feel the world melting around you. You two haven’t kissed this passionately in months, and you feel dizzy thinking about all the things you want to do with her tonight.

Ellie pulls away from the kiss leaving you wanting more, and she knows it. She thrusts her hips into your ass, it catches you off guard and you fall over the bed.

“So. You gonna take the lead tonight, cupcake? Or do you need me to handle it?” You look over your shoulder and she’s so smug, she gently smacks your ass and watches the fat jiggle. You could explode from the tension in your belly and the pressure in your pussy. All of you wants to surrender and let her tie your ankles to your wrists and fuck you slowly with her thick veiny strap. But you had a plan for how you wanted the night to go.

“Let me,” you manage to muster, crawling across the bed. “Come,” you say, grabbing the restraints and pointing to the front of the bed.

Ellie strips of her work jeans and shirt, leaving her in boxers and a wife pleaser. She then sits on the bed and rests her back against the headboard. You seductively crawl towards her, maintaining eye contact the whole time and make a show of mounting her hips, swaying your hair and poking your chest in her face.

Ellie smirks, eyeing your body with reverence and anticipation. She holds her hands out to you and you pin them above her head and begin tying them to the headboard behind her. You’re thankful it’s open-framed, so you can tie her to it like a post, but it’s more awkward to tie her than you thought. You're awkwardly hovering over her, trying to remember just how that knot was supposed to go.

“Need a hand babe?” Ellie laughs to herself, pleased with her pun. She stays completely still for you, content to watch you struggle with the tie, and your cleavage is in her face. Who is she to complain?

She begins pressing open mouthed kisses on your breasts, sucking on the cleavage that’s showing, paralyzing you with pleasure. You’ve managed to tie her hands but you can’t pull away from her mouth just yet. In one swift motion Ellie bites the red silky fabric and yanks it down with her teeth, your breasts springing free in front of her face. You shriek when she quickly takes a nipple into her mouth, too pilant and needy to pull away when she hums and sucks on it. The sash unravels around your body, the same way her mouth is unraveling you. Ellie then pulls away and looks you deep in your eyes, leaving you exposed and burning to the touch.

“I thought you were supposed to be taking the lead tonight?” she mocks, licking her lips. “You know you want more. C’mere baby,” she says, all smooth and low. She knows just how to lure you in like a siren’s call. You almost fall for it, but you regain your composure.

“You love this mouth baby, imagine if my hands were untied. Let me go and I’ll—mumph!”

You turn around and shove your pussy in her face, “I’ll give your mouth something to do!” you grunt, grinding your pussy along her face. Her muffled moans vibrate against your swollen lips, shooting euphoria through your veins.

Ellie, defiant as ever, is determined to get the upper hand. She sucks and licks with hunger and ferverency. She knows what makes you feel good, what makes you fall apart.

You become so lost in the pleasure, reality loosening around you that you jump when she bites your clit. You jolt forward on the bed, body trembling and shiny from sweat. She didn’t bite you hard —she’d never hurt you, just enough to sting for a moment. Ellie chuckles behind you, satisfied with your reaction.

“I’m gonna make you pay for that,” you vow, looking her dead in the eyes.

Ellie licks her messy, wet lips and smirks, she wants to push you to the limit, see just how many buttons she can press, “I look forward to it,” she replies.

That’s how she ends up like this.

“Nnghh” she huffs and writhes, pursing her lips and glaring at you, defiant as ever. Her wife-pleaser has been ripped from her body, and her boxers are long gone, a dusty pink blush covering her from her cheeks to her chest. Her arm muscles are bulging, and her abs are tense. Her body is slick with sweat, you watch as a drop of sweat falls down her breast and over her nipple. They’re so pert and puffy as if they’re bursting with milk.

You’ve been at it for almost an hour now, finding all the ways to drive her body crazy then pull away before she can orgasm. First, you ripped her clothes off and kissed her down from her neck to her thighs, reveling in the way her skin grew hotter to the touch with each kiss. You reached her swollen pussy and opened her lips to flick her heavy clit. She moaned, deep and guttural, growing wetter with each flick of your tongue. You pulled away and kissed her lips, making her taste herself while you dipped your fingers inside to massage her hungry pussy.

You held a vibrator to her clit, watching her writhe as she neared her peak before stopping and using it on yourself in front of her. Made her watch helplessly as you spread your legs and pressed it to your swollen clit, your face contorting while you grabbed your breast to massage it. You watched her eyes grow dark out of jealousy. It should be her making you cum.

It’s sadistic how much you’re enjoying this power over her. Ellie’s enjoying it too, she knows the safeword, she just doesn’t want to use it. You place your face close to hers and she grunts, pursing her lips trying so hard to stay tough.

Her pussy is so wet and throbbing, needy and commanding attention, it’s irresistible not to touch. You dip two fingers inside her pussy and flick them around, fast and sloppy. Droplets of her juices spurt from her with every thrust. “Let me come,” she groans, deep and guttural, her wrists red from straining against the ties. Her body is ready to release and then you pull away, and she looks as if she’s about to cry.

She’s in such a compromised position, disheveled and sweaty and pilant, and you know just how you want to finish things. You push a girthy dildo in her tight pussy. “Augh!” Ellie moans as her muscles pulse and throb around the phallus. She’s paralyzed with need. She’s desperate like she’s about to explode and all she has to do is ask nicely.

“Please baby,” she begs, throwing her head back and something inside you breaks. You hover over her again and she’s unrecognizable, she’s so submissive and docile and completely at your mercy. Her eyes lock with yours and they’re pleading. You reach for the hilt of the dildo and begin to pump it, obscenely loud squelching fills the room and her breath begins to hitch.

“Oohhhh baby don’t stop,” she moans while you press kisses against her sticky, flushed neck. Her arms strain against the silk and you stop to untie them. She gasps from relief and grabs your head and your shoulder, pulling your body flush against hers. She’s gone now, her eyes are glazed and words aren’t coming to her, all she wants is for you to get her there. She whines as you resume pumping the dildo into her, wrapping her legs around your waist and gripping your hair to try to pull you close.

Your arm is burning and you feel grateful for Ellie’s strong arms and fingers that have pumped you for hours on end. You push through the discomfort for her and you’re rewarded by a gush of thick liquid that lands on your forearm.

“Holy shit baby!” you exclaim, licking it off.

“Mmmmm,” Ellie moans, completely fucked out. You clean her up and curl into bed beside her.

—-

“Call off from work,” Ellie says. You’re awakened by her voice and greeted with the morning sun peeking through your window. “Im gonna make you pay for what you did,” she declares.

That’s how you end up with your ankles tied to your wrists while Ellie reminds you who’s the boss.

thank you all for reading this far i hope u enjoyed :)

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lymtw · 5 months ago

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A continuation of You'll Be Waiting A While

Description: It doesn't matter that you're in love with Toji's son. He can still take care of you in ways that you can only dream Megumi will ever be able to.

(Part one does not need to be read to read on)

"Ugh, I can't see," you reach for the blindfold that is veiled snuggly over your eyes, only to receive a less than soft smack on the back of your hand, ending any attempt to remove it.

"Quit messing with it," Toji's deep voice intrudes.

"Why do you want me to wear this? I can't see your stupid face." You sigh, aiming your face to the ceiling in frustration.

"You can't see me, so follow the sound of my voice, kid. Come on, you're smarter than that." Toji lays on his stomach beside you, watching the way you idly move your head in an attempt to see through the blindfold. He likes the way you look kind of scared and lost.

"I miss Megumi," you mumble, licking your lips afterward. "Just wanted to see his handsome face one last time before the world went dark," you say, dramatically, as if you didn't study with him just yesterday.

Toji snickers, his hand coming up to rest on your stomach. "You really can't go a day without talking about my kid, huh? You know, each time we've met up, you've mentioned him."

You smile, the gesture progressing to a chuckle. Something about it makes Toji's dick twitch. "You jealous, Mr. Fushiguro?"

"Pfft, what of? The kid's got the personality of a wet towel."

"Yeah, I wonder who he got that from..." Your lips curl into a grin. You enjoy the playful banter that comes with being around Toji.

"Whatever you say." He chuckles. His hand slowly starts moving up towards your chest, going under the cup of your bra to palm at your breast.

"So, what's with the getup? You don't want to see my eyes?" You grin, slyly, anticipating his answer. "You wanna picture someone else, don't you?" You ask, enthusiastically.

"Calm down, brat, it's for you." He scoots over until he's laying between your legs and kisses just below your stomach, where the elastic band of your shorts roll down. "Want you to fantasize for a bit."

"About who?" You say, patting around in search of Toji's head.

He grabs your wrist, placing your hand on top of his head. "Anybody." He releases your hand, and rolls your shorts down, allowing you to kick them off once they meet your ankles. "Just don't be surprised when you actually get in bed with them and it's not as good as you imagined. It's my only warning," he murmurs, massaging circles into your hip with his thumb.

It goes quiet for a little, only the sound of your quiet breaths and gasps as he touches you like no one before him. He's not meticulous at all with the places he touches you because he knows that your senses are heightened, and any touch will manage to overwhelm you.

Toji hates to admit that the preference he has to you over other women has to do with your age. You're just so bright and enthusiastic over everything, open to anything because you haven't roamed the earth as long as he has. Yeah, you're not a Mary, but after every session with Toji, it seems like he was the first to deflower you. In your defense, you don't go sleeping around with the first man to call you 'pretty girl'. Strangely, that's exactly how Mr. Fushiguro got you...

"T-Toji?" You call, gasping sharply at the feeling of his tongue lapping between your thighs. You pull lightly at his hair, a response that doesn't faze him.

"Mm?" He hums in response, his mouth very much busy between your thighs, teasing your panty-clad cunt with his warm tongue.

"Do you do the same?" You ask, squirming beneath his touch.

"Gotta give me more, sweetheart. Do the same in what aspect?" He looks up at you, his forearms resting on your thighs.

"Do you close your eyes to fantasize about other women while you fuck me?"

He laughs. It's a strange question given how many times you've expressed disinterest in his private life, but he sees no need to tread around you. You're not his girlfriend. He hasn't cuffed you, nor you him.

"Rarely. It never lasts longer than a few seconds when I do." His lips press against your inner thigh, creating a trail of kisses until he reaches the crease between your pelvis and thigh.

"Why is that?" You ask, running your hand through his locks.

He pauses again. "Is this doing anything for you? Is it getting you off, asking me this?" You can hear the teasing lilt in his tone. "It's like you're trying to get to know me."

"Not really. Just wanna empathize with you, sir." You pull your hand away from his head and allow it to roam along with your other hand over your stomach, gradually raising them towards your chest. He likes the feeling of you pulling his hair when he eats you out so he brings one of your hands back to his head before he continues playing with your panties.

"You're a pretty girl," Toji murmurs, planting kisses on your clothed slit as he massages your thighs with his palms. "There's no need to think about someone else while I fuck you. You're enough of a visual," he assures. Maybe returning the question to you would be crossing the line, but whatever you and Toji do when nobody else is home is way past the line, anyway. "And you?"

"Gotta give me more than that, Mr. Fushiguro," you respond. Your sassiness lures a grin onto Toji's face. He loves that you can take what he dishes out and you can also return it in your own special way.

"Alright, then. Who runs through your mind when we fuck?"

Your lips curl upwards before you let out a bubbly giggle. You don't even have to say anything for Toji to take the hint.

"Don't," he says, in a deadpan tone.

"Don't what?" you ask, your lips twitching with more stifled laughter.

"You know what. Don't play dumb with me, little girl." He bites your thigh as punishment, which lures out a squeal from you.

"Hey, you didn't even let me answer. You just said 'don't', like you were disciplining a dog instead of talking to me."

"So answer," he says. You can hear the smirk in his tone, something that brings an unnecessary load of awareness to what is going on. You lost the timidness towards Toji long ago—the moment you started addressing each other by first names, to be exact, but his voice was really starting to bring back some of those nerves you felt at the start.

"Who do you fantasize about when I touch you?" As if he wants you to say him, he starts playing with you again, thumbing at your slit through your panties. He watches you from between your legs, adding more marks to your thighs as he awaits your unformed response. He can see the way your chest rises and falls with deeper breaths. Your hand goes up towards your face, aiming for the velvety texture that veils your eyes. You want to see him as he touches you, but that thought is swept away when you feel another dash of pain. Toji pinched your outer thigh, which made your body jolt at the sudden sting. It hurt, but it put a halt to your hand's movement.

"What did I tell you about the blindfold, huh?" He rubs the slightly reddened area on your leg with his warm palm.

"Don't... touch it," you respond, your nose slightly scrunched in pain.

"So, don't touch it. What do you need to see, right now? 'Cause I promise there's not much for you to look at here."

"Yeah, sorry. I'll leave it alone." Would he understand if you told him you wanted to see his face? It's not romantic at all. At least that's what you think.

"Good girl. Now, answer the question." He pulls down your panties, having lost the patience to continue teasing you through the spit dampened garment. "Who do you think about when I fuck you?" He asks, again, before running his tongue through your folds. You're as sweet as the sound of your moans.

"N-No one." A breathy moan is ripped from your throat at the feeling of the tip of his tongue focusing on your clit. He lets out a breath before latching his lips onto it, sucking while his middle and index fingers tease your already drooling hole. With a wet pop of his lips, he releases your needy bundle of nerves and looks up, just in time to catch the way your mouth gapes to release the softest moans and how your free hand paws at your chest. It's definitely a sight to behold.

"You're telling me you start off with static in your head and that I'm not the one who brings it on?"

"Yup." You giggle, sweetly, at the tsk that comes from Toji. "I'm joking. I guess..." you start, your tone making it sound like it's a burden to admit what you're about to say. "...my answer would be the same as yours."

"Which is?" He hums, diving right back in to your cunt. The sight of your drooling arousal makes him feel confident that you can handle one of his fingers. He times it perfectly, too. Just as you begin to answer, he starts easing the digit in, the act making you abruptly stop talking. He's in a trance, watching in complete awe as his finger disappears into you. "You were saying, doll face?"

"F-Fuck you," you say, through a broken moan.

"Oh, I plan to, pretty. I'm just getting you all nice and ready for me." He nearly groans at the sight of your slick clinging to his finger, the glossiness further amounting as he glides the digit in and out of you, smoothly. "Shit... look at that. Oh, wait. You can't."

"You're not..." you whimper, feeling the curl of his finger, deep within your walls. "You're... not funny."

"Damn, you're really struggling with just a finger today, huh? Has it been that long?" He smirks, knowing it's only been a few days.

"I can stay away for longer." You laugh at the brief pause in his movement. "Much longer."

"And you say i'm not funny," he says, low, as he leans down to coat his tongue with more of your taste. "You're not funny."

"Fuck, Toji..." you moan, at the low vibration of him humming around your clit.

"Mmm... love it when you say my name like that. None of that 'Mr. Fushiguro' bullshit, like when you acknowledge me after showing up here with my kid."

"M-Makes you feel as old as you are, huh?" You laugh, breathily.

"As if you wanting to jump my old man bones doesn't heal that jab to my ego, silly girl. Now, be a doll and lay still for me, yeah?" He says, taking his own jab at you and your composure. He gives you one more good curl of his finger before pulling it out.

"Toji..." you whine, frustrated by the vacancy in your cunt and loss of stimulation.

"Oh, quit fussing. This isn't just for you," he chides, bringing the digit up to his mouth and sucking it clean of your nectar. "God... I gotta hand it to you, doll. You're the sweetest."

"The sweetest?" You repeat, obliviously, waiting for him to elaborate.

"You can't be serious. You don't really think i'm talking about your attitude when my face is buried between your thighs, do you?"

"Who knows? Maybe i'm growing on you." You smirk, knowing he probably has the most perplexed look on his face.

"Heh, that's cute," he says, eyeing the strings of arousal that connect your sticky folds as he spreads them with his fingers. It wasn't a highly unlikely possibility. He wasn't seeing anyone, and you devoured each other often enough for his sexual needs to be satisfied by you alone. He can't lie and say he doesn't look forward to your illicit meetings. Those bright eyes of yours express so much, even when his view of them blurs with his hastiness as he pulls you into the house and drags you to his room. What he can admit is that this little dynamic you and him have built is tragic. You want his son, and based on the very brief and misleading conversation they had about you, Megumi wants you, too. Even so, he doesn't regret any of the things that have gone on between you two, and clearly he doesn't feel bad enough to stop seeing you.

You're falling apart on two of his fingers, now. Your chest heaves as he collects more and more of your slick with every plunge of his fingers into your walls. "Fuck, doll," he hums, amazed by the way your juices drool out when he drags his fingers out even slightly.

"T-Toji, fuck. Fuck..." you whimper, tugging harder on his hair. Toji knows you're about to cum. He can see the quiver in your stomach, and he can hear the way your breaths double, so he pulls out the soaked digits and allows his mouth to take over.

His tongue quickly catches onto the pace necessary to bring you over the edge. The muscle laps rapidly through your slit, luring more of those pretty sounds from you until they come out sharp and flow nonstop. When you cum, your cries are airy and your voice occasionally breaks from the frequency. Toji groans at the rush of your essence on his tongue and continues eating you out to his heart's content as you ride out the pleasure. He looks up to see your head pushed back into the pillow, your jaw hanging as moans continue to spill from your chewed up lips. You look like hell in all of the best ways. He loves the way your hips lift before rolling against the mattress, like you're trying to grind against his face.

You look and sound adorable when you ask him to stop. Your trembling thighs clamp around his head, and you're letting out the smallest whimpers. His tongue runs through you one last time to coat it with your taste before he lets up on the borderline overstimulation. "There, there. I'm done." He pats your cunt three times, relishing in the small whines and the twitching and jerking of your legs when his fingers make contact with your over sensitive clit.

"I almost kicked you," you say, through a laugh. Your breathing still isn't entirely steadied, but within seconds of hearing you talk again, Toji's hands are on you.

"Wouldn't be the first time. I thought you knew that I can handle your kicking, by now," he says, feeling up your thighs, while pressing kisses to your hips. You wish you could see him.

"That doesn't mean I want to kick you."

He laughs. "I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me. Looks like i'm growing on you, too, huh?"

"Stop..." you groan.

"You really are the sweetest altogether, aren't you?" He teases on when he spots the pout on your lips.

"You don't actually mean that, so the words sound annoying coming from you."

"Aw, does that hurt? Well, stop overthinking it, 'cause no one said anything about me not meaning what I said." He kisses his way up your body until he's face to face with you. "You're a nice..." He kisses your neck, sucking yet another mark onto your sensitive skin. "... and very sweet girl." His tongue comes out to lick the side of your neck, the gesture transitioning to a kiss beneath your ear. He cracks a grin at the sound of you gasping. "Oh? You never told me you got a thing for being praised."

"Everyone likes being told nice things," you respond.

"Don't redirect this. I'm talking about you," he murmurs into your jaw. "You like when I call you a good girl and tell you that you're perfect for my cock?"

You sigh, not able to stand behind your denial when you can feel yourself getting wetter with every word he says.

"If only you could see the way you're blushing, right now." He chuckles when you tilt your head, as if you're debating on whether you should turn away from him or not. "It's all good, pretty girl. There's no room for judgement between us." His hands go beneath your back and reach for the clasps of your bra. He swiftly unclips them and pulls the straps down your arms, smoothly removing the garment. It's tossed aside and forgotten about when he sees your bare chest. He wastes no time in taking one of your breasts into his hand, rolling the bud between his fingers while the other one gets sucked and mouthed on.

You run your fingers through his hair, soft moans and airy sighs leaving you as he licks and sucks on your nipples. You gasp when you feel the unmistakable sensation of him sucking marks onto your chest. You can feel him grinding against you, groans that he doesn't even bother trying to hide, vibrating against your skin. "You wet enough to take me?" He hums, concealing his own desire to be inside you.

"Y-Yeah, I think so."

He finishes off your other breast, latching onto and covering the sensitive bud with spit as he sucks on it. He releases the hardened peak and sits back to work his boxers off. He hisses as his painfully hard, leaking cock springs out and taps against his abdomen a couple times. "It'll be as good as the times before," he utters, spreading the beads of precum over his length to act as more lubricant. "Just relax for me, pretty girl."

Those were his final words before he started gliding his blunt tip between your folds. The contact made your heart beat a little faster, mainly because normally, you would be faced away from him. You're still wearing the blindfold so you can't see him, anyway, but this was off.

He taps your clit a couple times with the tip, smirking at the way you squirm. "What did I just say?"

"R-Relax? I'm relaxed. Just like always."

"Mhm," he hums, spotting the way your fists clench around his sheets. He disregards your sudden awkwardness and begins working his throbbing length into you. "Fuck, doll..." he groans, going really slow for his own sake. "How is it that you're still so tight, even after all the times i've gotten into your guts?" It's a rhetorical question, one that he knows that even if it wasn't, you wouldn't be able to answer. The stretch was as intense as ever, a sensation that you needed a quiet second to yourself for.

Soon enough, his cock is completely buried inside you. "Holy shit." He sighs, and smoothly rides his hands over your waist. He watches your chest rise and fall steadily, quiet labored breaths leaving you as you adjust to him. On the outside it seems like you're taking this better than he is, but on the inside, you're all over the place. You're way too focused on how his fingers, his palms—his hands— dig into your sides when he starts thrusting. You're all too aware of his skin against yours and his body heat and the sounds he makes.

"You like that? This is what you come back for, huh?" He grunts, picking up the pace of his thrusts when he notices your chest losing its calm and collected rhythm. He loves how small you appear in comparison to him and his hands and that all of you is so reactive to him. Despite him not being able to see those expressive eyes of yours, your mouth does plenty to communicate how you feel. From the weightless panting released from your quivering lips and the melodic sound of your moans, to the manner in which you verbally confess to the crime of your recurring return to him.

"Mhm... love how you fuck me, Toji," you babble, twisting the sheets in your hands. They're already messed up and splayed in every direction, so you have the liberty to pull them around.

"Yeah? Nobody satisfies you the same way, huh?"

You shake your head. "Mm-mm, nope."

He leans forward, and plants his forearms beside your head. You can feel his body pressed against yours as he picks up his pace again with this new position. "You know why you're not satisfied by anyone else?" He mutters into your ear. He doesn't even wait for you to respond. "It's 'cause you're a greedy girl, and they can't keep up because you need someone who is just as greedy. Maybe even more." He dons the most wicked smirk, like he's proud of himself for being the one who set the bar so high and ruined you for the rest of them.

He had to see the defeated look on your face. It's got to be priceless. He pulled the blindfold off, and was immediately met with your shut eyes and a small crease between your brows at the sudden brightness behind your eyelids. You didn't expect to be so turned on when you finally opened your eyes. You were met with bright green eyes staring hungrily at you. You looked far from defeated, and he looked like he wasn't going to leave you alive.

"What?" You, emptily, question the sudden lack of darkness.

"What?" He returns, groaning at the feeling of your cunt fluttering around him.

You just shake your head and try to stop getting in your head about the situation. Something about it seemed intimate. Very much so with how he wouldn't break eye contact with you as he continued to rail you. Those eyes conveyed desire that was amplified by the pace of his hips and the vulgar sounds that radiated from the moment.

Toji couldn't stop thinking about what was going on. This isn't how it normally went. Normally, there was a lot more dirty talk and ass slapping and marking, but this wasn't that, at all. Did it become strange the minute he decided to keep you in this position? Was he in the wrong for furthering the damage by uncovering your eyes so he could look into them? He had no regrets about what you and him got up to when left alone together, but maybe this was going past the makeshift line designated for people who fuck outside of relationships.

Regardless of those mind plaguing thoughts, he couldn't stop. It was unbelievably good. His eye contact was unwavering, and you looked right back at him. Whether the twinkling in your eyes was on brought on by him or you were just getting teary eyed from how close you were to your climax, didn't matter. He had only done it in this position with you once before, and it was a game. He just wanted to get you back in his bed and you just wanted your bra back.

This was not that.

You had the prettiest look on your face and the sweetest voice as you told him you were about to cum. Normally, he would be an asshole about it and kill your orgasm, but this time it would be at his expense as well, because he was right there with you.

His heart was racing and he felt so, so foolish, but none of it stopped him from leaning down to kiss you. He swallowed your moans and whimpers, and fed you his share of pleasured sounds through the intensity. You don't know what compelled you to pull him in closer, but in the mix of all the heavy breathing and the lewdness and messiness of your combined releases, you found yourself cupping his jaw and kissing him back. He slowed down the movement of his hips until they were steady against yours, but the kissing went on. You were stealing each other's oxygen, going back in for more every time it seemed like the kiss was going to break. With one last brush of your lips, the moment came to a standstill. Neither of you knew what to do or say as you just breathlessly stared at each other with slightly reddened lips and warm cheeks.

"Sorry," you both say at the same time, which made you chuckle. The sound made some of the tension disappear, which allowed Toji to breathe a little and grin at the way you laughed at the sound of your layered voices. Your hands haven't moved away from his jaw, and he hasn't leaned back to where he started.

Your laughter stopped and once again it went silent, save for the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. He doesn't know what's the matter with him, but within seconds of resolving the tension, his lips are back on yours again. Softer and slower, but equally as good as the first time around. You're the devil for not pushing him off of you and being the voice of reason in this situation. You could be yelling at him, telling him that it's wrong and reminding him that you're in love with Megumi, but no, that's not what you're doing. You're keeping him close with your fingers threaded through his hair and your other hand is on his shoulder blade, and you're kissing him back.

He's moving his hips again, rolling them languidly into yours and eliciting the quietest moans from you until the kissing is one sided.

"T-Toji, Toji- fuck, fuck..." Your nails dig into his shoulder blade, bright red strikes decorating the surface of the top right half of his back.

He groans, his warm breath fanning over your chin as he trails his kisses lower and lower down your face, until he reaches the column of your neck. "Yeah? Gonna cum, already? Gonna make a mess on me, again?"

All you can do is give him a small nod and a needy hum in confirmation, before he's picking up the pace and rocking into you with more force behind his thrusts. He's prodding at that sensitive spot within you with so much precision that your toes are curling and you're positive you've torn the skin on his back from how much you've clawed at it.

"F-Fuck, fuck... come on," he grunts. "You're gonna be a good girl and cum for me, right?"

"Mhm, y-yes! Yes, Toji!"

Within a couple more thrusts, you're trembling as you gush all over his cock, again, arching off the bed as the pleasure courses through every sinew of your being. "Yeah, give it to me, sweetheart," he groans, voice somewhat strained as your cunt violently spasms around him, effectively working to lure another load out of him. His hands go to your hips, pulling them in time to meet his thrusts. You can see the sweat beading on his forehead and his temples, the pinch in his brow as he teeters closer and closer until his cum spurts into you. "Shit..." he pants, as he spills everything inside. "Oh fuck."

He released the iron grip he had on your hips and pulled out of you. He sat back and watched as your chest inflated and deflated through your heavy breathing as he himself also worked to level out his own breathing. You were glowing, a light sheen of sweat layered over your chest and neck and forehead. You were downright ethereal in his eyes and he said this to you. It was coded, but he said it.

"God, you're a mess." He chuckles, breathily, as he stares at his cum oozing out of you. He runs two fingers between your slit and collects enough to show you how it drips down his fingers and onto his knuckles.

"That's mostly your mess," you say, chuckling at the look of disbelief on his face.

"I think it's a fifty-fifty," he counters.

"Mhm, whatever you say." You stretch your arms above your head, getting a good stretch in for your back at that same time. You sit up and start looking for your scattered clothes.

"Megumi won't be home until tomorrow," Toji says, watching as you sit on the edge of the bed and start picking up your clothes. This is how your time together always ended.

"Yeah, he texted me about it yesterday. I figured i'd go home and take a bath since i'm such a mess." You grin at the annoyed click of his tongue.

"I've got a bathtub and all the essentials for a bath."

"That's nice. You should put them to use, you're looking pretty messy yourself."

He's trying to get you to stay longer. Maybe you aren't thinking about those kisses, but he can't get them out of his head, regardless of how juvenile it may seem for a man of his age.

"You don't have to go if you don't want to," he tries, again, watching as you search for one last garment—your bra. It's on the opposite side of the bed where Toji tossed it aside earlier.

"I don't wanna overstay my welcome. Where the hell is..." you trail off, frustratedly rummaging around through places you've already searched for your forgotten bra.

Your focus is redirected when you feel him tracing your spine, from the bottom to the top. "Do it. Overstay your welcome."

You smirk when his hand slides its way up from your shoulder, to your neck, before caressing your cheek. "Don't tell me you're feeling lonely, Toji."

He brushes his knuckles over your cheek, as if the gesture is a method of softening you up. Luckily for him, it was working.

"I'll keep you fed and clean."

You snicker and gently push his hand away. "Once again, you're talking to me like i'm some dog."

"You know that's not how I meant it. Don't twist my intentions, brat."

"Well, is it so hard to say, 'I'll buy you dinner' and 'You can wash up here'?" You smile at him, showing that there is no bite to your words.

He takes in the sweetness of your smile and drops the edge to his words. "I'll buy you dinner and you can wash up here."

You grin and playfully pat his chest, before standing and wrapping yourself up in the sheets so that you can migrate to the bathroom with more modesty. "Yeah, I got it the first time," you say, and Toji swears you'll be the death of him with these little jokes of yours. You drop the sheets when your body gets between the door frame and the door. You peek your head out and watch as Toji organizes your clothes for when you get out. "Hey, uh... do you mind helping me find my bra? It's gone missing. Again."

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rene-darling · 2 years ago

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WHEN- you leave them without release

...as it says, something comes up and you leave them rock hard...

Tighnari...xiao...gorou...ayato

Tighnari

You've stuffed an aphrodisiac mushroom in his mouth with has left him a drooling mess you fucked deep into him as he clawed your back while arching his own

Suddenly your akasha terminal let out a noise and you heard a message from your boss, it was something along the lines of not coming now or you'll be in big trouble

You roughened your pace as tighnari bit onto your shoulder drawing out blood, he soon came for the first time but as soon as you finished you rushed to go grab your things you mumbled about being back soon and quickly left

In his state tighnari couldn't quite understand your words, but soon, as his mind cleared a little he realized that you had just up and left! Leaving him still hot and bothered by the aphrodisiac!! He's about to run after you but the effects of the aphrodisiac are too strong and he falls flat on his ass

Be prepared for the lecture of your life because when you come back he's gonna give you an ear full! "ah- hey babe-" the glare he gives you shuts you right up now you're not afraid of many things- except when you're faced with a cock hungry tighnari

After he's done giving you an earful he makes you fuck him while he just lays on his back not moving a muscle!! But hey you owe him for leaving him like that!

Overstimulate him till he's crying "aw, baby why are you crying didn't you want this?"

Ayato

You don't get much time with ayato since he's always busy with work and stuff so when you finally do see each other you're both exhausted by the day and just fall asleep

But he was determined to push away the exhaustion to get some private time with you he was enjoying himself blindfolded and tied to the bed it had been a while since both of you had done something like this, it was good stress relief

The ropes weren't too tight yet if he really wanted to he could break them but he didn't he was your good boy after all

Suddenly a low knock was on the door you mumbled something like "one sec" and went ayato knew you would be back soon- and that you wouldn't let anyone into the room either, his delicate body is for your eyes to see and no one else's

But um... you're still not here.. it's been a couple of minutes but you're still not back, he's started to grow worried especially since he's rock hard with no clothing on and he's tied to the headboard of the bed

With minimal struggle, he's able to get himself out of his tied-up position, then he removes his blindfold ayato looks down and- he's still hard... Where the fuck are you

He puts on a silk robe to hide the obvious hard on and leaves his room in search of you roaming the halls he comes across thoma and decides to ask him about your whereabouts

"thoma, have you seen y/n by chance?" "ah my lord, yes, the people from fontain that we're supposed to arrive next week arrived earlier since they wanted to get lady ayaka's dress ready as soon as possible, my lady rushed to go and greet them since it would be disrespectful not to."

Archons, he can't believe this. This is the reason you left him in such a sorry state? God. You're such a workaholic

Be prepared to be ignored the rest of the day, when you come back he's laying down on the bed with his back to you you try shaking him and asking if he wants to continue but...no response 'maybe he's asleep...' leaving him alone you got in the bed and went to sleep

The next morning no matter how many times you tried talking to him he kept looking the other way, the next day he started making snide remarks whenever you tried spending time with him

' alright that's it tonight I'll make it up to him!" you made sure to shower and wear ayato's favorite fragrance he was giving you the cold shoulder- again he was pretending to have fallen asleep on his work table

You weren't going to be defeated this easily though so you grabbed him by the waist and lifted him up princess style, his eyes shot wide open "w-wha-... What are you doing y/n put me down!! What if someone sees" " I don't give a fuck if someone sees tonight is all about me and you." you exclaimed as you gently laid him on the bed "i-..um- a-alright...just, be gentle okay.." "alright"

You did not stay true to your word for long

Gorou

Poor poor gorou's heat is here but luckily you're here too!! And as his lover, it's your duty to fuck him through these rough times, is what he thinks

So as soon as you get home he's immediately clinging to you, his ears twitching and tail wagging as he desperately drags you too the bed

You were very amused with his desperation and how could you say no to his puppy face!

Things were getting steamy- fast as you were leaving apparent hickies on his exposed stomach while he moaned in euphoria

Soon a knock came from the door and before you could speak up a soldier spoke from the other side informing you that kokomi was urgently calling for you

Since this was something to do with the war you couldn't just not go so you told him you'll be there and got off gorou, who immediately noticed the weight of you leaving, but he was expecting you to go get some toys or lube or whatever so he didn't question you

You just assumed that gorou heard the soldier he didn't. And went rushing out of the tent to kokomi

A minute passed. Two. Then three, four, five, and soon it had been ten minutes since you left and gorou was left wondering, ' Where the heck are you??' he's left panting cuz his heat sure as hell isn't gone

He doesn't even try to make himself presentable and just goes out and to the nearest guard he sees "general gorou!...um are you okay you look a li-" "Where. Is. Y/n" "O-oh um- uh hah um- last I heard the divine priestess called for her-" Before he could even finish gorou stormed off leaving the poor guard in shambles

"So back to the topic at hand y/n-" Before Kokomo could even process her sentence the doors slammed open with a very annoyed-looking gorou "wha- gorou, babe why are-" " I get if you weren't in the mood but you could have at least got me my heat pills!!!" gorou was pissed.

"um- ill leave you guys to settle this lovers quarrel" Kokomo quickly rushed everyone and herself out since she did not want to be a third wheel

Safe to say it was good that she left since otherwise she would have witnessed gorou breaking his back while he stabbed his nails into your back making you bleed

You've advised gorou to cut his nails cuz for damn you were fricking bleeding with the scratches he left you! ...At least if someone saw that they knew you fucked good?

Xiao

It takes a lot of build up to get Xiao in the mood but it's always worth it, seeing his back arch while he claws at your back in ecstasy truly a sight to behold

You were on the couch xiao in your lap while you made out your hands were on his hips while his we're around your neck suddenly a knock came on the door and you both parted your lips and he panted in your lap "go sit on the bed xiao ill be back" you said quickly giving him one last kiss he shyly nodded while getting of your lap

You opened the door and it was the inn over verr "Did we make too much noise?" you asked getting straight to the point- or so you thought "wha- no why would there be noise- anyways a letter has come from the jade chamber saying there's been an emergency and you are needed"

"..fuck- um alright thanks verr" She left soon after wondering what 'noise' you were talking about

You quickly fixed yourself in the nearest mirror and yelled out to Xiao "Xiao! Somethings come up let's continue this after I come back" you yelled and then you rushed out the door assuming Xiao heard you...he didn't

Xiao waited and waited wondering what was taking you so long?? He stayed in the room for close to half an hour because he wanted to be your good boy but he just couldn't wait any longer so he looked his head out the door and saw...no one

After Xiao explores the entire house and doesn't find you he gets really embarrassed and teleports away he thinks he's done something wrong and you're mad at him!

When you finally do come back you see the whole house is empty with no Xiao insight

You call his name a few times to no answer it's when your voice starts to become panicked and desperate does he finally show up

"Xiao! Thank God I was worried- wait..have you been crying my love...?" you said noticing the red under his eyes as well as the wetness

"n-no.." he says in a broken tone which makes your heart shatter

You question him, to find out why and he finally spills telling you how it's because you left him! And he thinks he did something wrong! "aw..my darling you didn't do anything wrong something came up, that's why I left.." you kissed away any tears that threatened to spill from his pretty lashes "y-you mean..that...?" he asks you in such a gentle tone

"ya...come ill just show you how much a I mean that.." you grabbed his waist and pulled him into the bedroom

Next morning it's xiaos turn to be mad at you! You guys got a noise complaint from verr

"it's not like I was the one making noise.." he throws a pillow at you while you laugh at him "aw xiao you've gone all red..wanna go another rou-" y/n was never heard from again :)

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wholoveseggs · 2 months ago

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Kinktober - {Day Twenty-One} {<- kinktober masterlist}

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List} {Kinktober}

{Elijah Mikaelson x Damon Salvatore x F!Reader} Request {Anon}: This is for your Kinktober event! I've had this idea floating around since your story with Damon S and Elijah. Threesome/Cumplay/Squirting Fem!Reader getting taken to Paris by D & E only for Elijah to cum inside them and Damon eats it out. This is pure filth, I know! Love your writing!

♡♡♡ Omggg, YOUR MIND!!!!! Holy hell this idea is perfection. First, I'm so thrilled you were inspired by Respect! It's based on one of my favorite Elijah moments from TVD (& favorite ship) IF ONLY THE WRITERS WERE BRAVE ENOUGH. Second, because I love you & your beautiful mind... YOU GET A CERTFICATE. This isn't a greedy amount of kinks... but in the idea.... well... (see bottom of post for your reward) ♡♡♡

3.5k words - Kinks: very very very bisexual, threesome, squirting, you and Damon worshipping Elijah (duh!), Elijah being dom, oral sex (m & f receiving) &&& lots of filth ...

When Damon insisted on you wearing a blindfold as you exited the plane, you knew something was up. You let him take your hand, leading you out of the cabin and down the steps. As you felt a cool breeze tickle your legs and a new smell fill your nose, you frowned.

"Can I take this off now?" You asked, referring to the blindfold.

"No," said the voice of Elijah. You could hear the smirk on his lips, and the fact that you couldn't see him made you want to take it off even more. "Patience, my love."

You grumbled a bit, nearly tripping down the last step. But you felt the firm grip of Damon's hands on your hips, and his body behind yours.

As soon as your feet hit the ground, he took a few steps away, and you heard two car doors open.

"In," said Damon. "I'm in the back with you."

"So bossy," you teased.

You slid in, Damon's hands helping guide you into the backseat. Elijah was already sitting next to you, his arm draped around your shoulders. His warmth seeped through his suit jacket, and you relaxed into his touch.

Damon got in next to you and closed the door.

"I can't wait to be alone with you both," you whispered, nuzzling into Elijah's neck.

"Don't worry, love," said Elijah, kissing the top of your head. "We have a lot planned for you."

Damon placed a hand on your thigh, sliding it up your leg. Your skirt had bunched up from sitting down, and Damon's fingers brushed your bare skin.

"Are we really doing this now?" You asked.

"Why not?" Damon chuckled, but before he could go further, Elijah’s grip tightened subtly on your shoulder.

"Later," he said, his tone firm, but there was a promise hidden in his words. Damon sighed in mock frustration, pulling his hand away, but you could sense the unspoken exchange between the two of them. The silent communication they shared only heightened the anticipation, the feeling of being wanted by both of them.

You were tempted to take Damon’s hand and slide it back to where you needed it most, but the teasing was part of the game. And you loved the game.

The rest of the drive was filled with a charged silence, your senses heightened by the darkness behind the blindfold and the warmth of both men pressed close to you. The car eventually stopped, and Damon helped you out, your fingers clutching his as you carefully followed him across uneven cobblestones.

The sounds around you, the distant chatter in French, the soft hum of city life, gave away your location before they even removed the blindfold. You were in Paris, the city of love, and your heart leaped in excitement.

Finally, you stopped. You heard keys jingling, a lock turning, and then Elijah’s hands were on you, slipping the blindfold away.

“Welcome,” he said softly, his voice filled with affection. “To our little getaway.”

The room before you was luxurious, the golden hues of the décor bathed in the fading light from a large window overlooking the Eiffel Tower. It felt like a dream, one they had crafted just for you.

You spun to face them, a broad grin spreading across your lips. "Paris!" you squealed, leaping into Elijah’s arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Thank you!”

Elijah chuckled, catching you easily. “Only the best for you, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice a deep, comforting hum in your ear.

Damon was speaking to the staff in French, ordering room service and more than a few bottles of champagne.

"What would you like to do first?" Elijah asked.

"Well," you started, walking over to the window. You glanced out, admiring the view. The sun was setting just past the city, making everything glow. "First, I'd like to enjoy a bottle of champagne. Then… maybe, a tour?"

"Whatever the lady wants," said Damon, grinning.

Elijah kissed your forehead and excused himself to the bathroom, and as soon as the door shut behind him, Damon was in front of you, kissing your neck.

“Oh, hello,” you laughed, your hands finding their way to the front of his shirt, gripping the fabric.

“Hi,” Damon whispered against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. His hands were on your hips, tugging you back against him. “I was thinking we might stay in tonight... just the three of us.”

You turned in his arms, the tension between you palpable. “I like the way you think,” you murmured, brushing your lips against his.

Without wasting another second, Damon pulled you to the bed, laying you down on the plush mattress, his hands never leaving your body. He crawled over you, pressing his lips to yours, a gentle moan escaping his mouth. You reached down, trying to work the button on his jeans.

You barely heard the door open, but Elijah cleared his throat, and you and Damon pulled apart.

"Don't stop on my account," he smirked, and Damon gave him a look, which made Elijah chuckle. "You can keep going."

You grinned, but before you could pull Damon back to you, there was a knock at the door.

"Damn it," groaned Damon.

"That would be our food," Elijah said.

Damon pouted and rolled off you, and you stifled a laugh. Elijah moved to answer the door, tipping the delivery man generously and pulling a cart filled with food and drink inside.

Champagne flutes were filled, bubbles rising in the golden liquid as the three of you clinked glasses. You took a long sip, savoring the moment. The sunset outside bathed the room in a soft glow, and for a moment, everything was perfect. Still, warm, full of anticipation.

Elijah’s gaze darkened as he looked at you, the intensity of his stare making heat rise in your chest. Damon, always quick to follow suit, watched you with that familiar mischievous glint in his eye.

You placed your glass down, feeling the charge in the air shift. Elijah’s hand slipped under your chin, guiding you into a kiss. His mouth was firm, insistent, tasting of champagne. His control was intoxicating, and you melted into him, giving in to the feeling.

When his lips left yours, you barely had time to miss the taste of him before Damon’s mouth was on you. His hands roamed your body, sending sparks of pleasure through your skin.

"Mm," Elijah chuckled, his voice low and teasing. "I do love it when you're greedy."

"I want this off," you whined, tugging at his suit jacket impatiently. "Now."

With a grin, he stepped back, slowly slipping out of his clothes, revealing the toned, muscular body underneath. Your eyes darted to Damon, raising your eyebrows in silent challenge.

"I'm not taking anything off until you do," Damon teased, his gaze smoldering.

You smiled, getting on your knees on the bed, and slipped your dress over your head, tossing it to the floor. The cool air grazed your skin, but the way their eyes lingered on you, like they were ready to devour you, sent warmth flooding through your body.

Damon followed suit, stripping off his shirt and jeans. You leaned back, watching as they undressed, their bodies a tantalizing display of strength and desire.

“I think the lady likes what she sees," Elijah smirked, his eyes dark with intent.

"You could say that," Damon agreed, his gaze drifting over Elijah's body before locking on yours. The hunger between them was palpable, and seeing it unfold before you made your pulse race.

Elijah stepped closer to Damon, his hand pressing against his chest, guiding him back onto the bed. Damon grinned up at him, and Elijah bent down, their lips crashing together in a rough, heated kiss. It was raw and unrestrained, their desire for each other on full display.

Without breaking the kiss, Elijah's hand reached out, tangling in your hair, pulling you in with a growl.

"Come here," he commanded, his voice husky.

You moved closer, and he claimed your lips with the same intensity, his kiss demanding and unapologetic. His tongue pushed into your mouth, sending a wave of need through you that made you moan. When he pulled back, his eyes flicked between you and Damon, a wicked gleam lighting up his face.

"On your knees," he ordered, the edge in his voice impossible to ignore.

You and Damon exchanged a quick, knowing glance before grinning and obeying. You both sank to the floor as Elijah, ever the gentleman, threw down a pillow for your knees. You shot him a grateful smile, placing a quick kiss on his thigh.

Standing tall before you, his erection just inches from your face, Elijah looked down at you both, the power of the moment simmering in his eyes. You and Damon leaned forward together, tongues flicking out to lick up and down his length, your mouths meeting as you worshiped him.

The sensation of Damon's lips alongside the heat of Elijah's cock on your tongue had you whimpering in arousal, your body aching for more.

"Oh, love," Elijah purred, his fingers tightening in your hair as he guided his cock deeper into your mouth. "Is someone feeling needy?"

You nodded, eyes wide and desperate, and Elijah chuckled softly, clearly relishing the control he held. The feeling of him filling your mouth made your core throb with desire.

"What about you?" Elijah asked, turning his gaze to Damon.

"Always," Damon replied, his smirk wicked as ever.

Elijah shifted, pulling you off him with a firm hand in your hair, making you whimper in protest at the sudden emptiness. His hand found Damon's hair next, pulling him closer. "Your turn. Take what you need."

Damon wasted no time, taking Elijah's cock into his mouth with a practiced ease, his head bobbing up and down as he worked him with skilled precision. You watched in awe, your arousal growing as the wet sounds of his lips sliding over Elijah’s shaft filled the air.

Not wanting to be left out, you leaned in and kissed along Elijah’s length, your tongue tracing the path Damon had just left, meeting his in the process. Your hand slipped down to fondle Elijah's balls, rolling them gently between your fingers as you both continued to worship him.

The way Elijah groaned, his head thrown back in pleasure, only spurred you on. The tension built in the room, palpable and intense.

"Enough," Elijah growled, his voice ragged as he pushed you both away.

You and Damon fell back, sitting on the floor, gazing up at him, your chests rising and falling as you caught your breath.

"So perfect," Elijah murmured, his gaze sweeping over you both with clear admiration. He ran his thumb over your lips before leaning down to kiss you, the weight of his dominance ever-present. His hand curled around the back of your neck, and with a playful shove, he pushed you back onto the bed.

You landed with a breathless laugh, looking up at him, your body buzzing with anticipation. His devilish grin made your pulse quicken as he turned his attention back to Damon. Their mouths met again in another fierce kiss, their bodies grinding against each other, and the sight was intoxicating.

Unable to resist, you slid a hand between your legs, teasing yourself as you watched them. A soft moan escaped your lips, drawing their attention.

Both Elijah and Damon broke the kiss, turning their gaze to you. The look in their eyes was nothing short of predatory.

"Look at you," Elijah teased, his voice dripping with desire. "Already so desperate."

You bit your lip, spreading your legs wider, showing off the wet patch on your panties. "What do you think, Damon?" Elijah asked, not breaking eye contact with you. "Should we give her what she wants?"

Damon's eyes darkened with lust as they swept over you. "I think we should have a taste," he said with a wicked grin.

The two of them crawled onto the bed, one on either side of you. They leaned in, their tongues lapping at your breasts. Elijah pulled your nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting, and Damon's hand drifted down, slipping under the wet fabric. You gasped as his fingers brushed over your clit, teasing you. You moaned and pushed against him, desperate for more. Your eyes wide and desperate, locked with his.

Elijah’s lips ghosted down your stomach, the heat of his breath sending shivers across your skin. His stubble tickled as he moved lower, replacing Damon's hand to slide your panties off. Lifting your legs onto his shoulders, he dipped down, and the warm sensation of his tongue circling your clit made you moan, arching your back toward him.

Damon bent down, capturing your lips, muffling your cries. His tongue slipped into your mouth, his hand cupping your face. You felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in your core, the sensation growing stronger and stronger. You reached down, your fingers tangling in Elijah's hair, pulling him closer. You rocked against his face, and his arm wrapped around your thigh, his fingers digging into your skin.

Damon pulled back, his hands pinning your arms to the bed. He held you down, watching as you writhed under their touch. His bright blue eyes wild and lustful.

The orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing through your body as you cried out Elijah's name. Pleasure rushed through you, leaving your thighs slick and Elijah’s face glistening. Damon released your arms, chuckling as he looked at Elijah's usually impeccable appearance, now messy with your wetness.

"That's a good look for you," Damon teased, leaning in to lick Elijah’s chin. Elijah shot him a dark, hungry look before grabbing Damon and pulling him into a rough kiss.

You sat up, watching the two of them. Elijah pulled away, and his gaze snapped back to you

"Lie down," he ordered. "And spread your legs."

You obeyed without hesitation, anticipation thrumming through you. Elijah's hand slipped between Damon's thighs, stroking him slowly. His touch made Damon moan, his hips jerking in response.

Elijah glanced back at you, smirking. "Do you see how much he needs me?"

"Yes," you breathed, watching them hungrily.

"And I need you," Elijah said, his voice softening as he turned his attention back to you. He pushed Damon onto the bed next to you, crawling between your legs. His eyes met yours, full of intensity and adoration.

"Please," you whispered, lifting your hips to him.

Elijah positioned himself at your entrance, pushing into you, inch by inch. His mouth found yours, claiming it in a hungry kiss. Damon watched from the side, his own hand stroking his length.

You wrapped your legs around Elijah's waist, pulling him deeper, the delicious feeling of being filled by him making you cry out in pleasure. He moved with slow, deep thrusts, leaning back to watch your face, savoring every reaction.

His thumb circled your clit, his touch light and teasing, and the sensation made you arch your back, desperate for more. You turned your head, finding Damon's lips, kissing him deeply as you clung to him. Damon chuckled against your lips, positioning himself so that you could take him into your mouth. You moaned around him, tasting the salty pre-cum, sucking him greedily.

Damon groaned, his fingers tangling in your hair. He held you there, fucking your mouth. You took him as deep as you could, gagging slightly, the sensation only making you want him more.

"That's it, sweetheart," Elijah cooed, his thumb rubbing faster circles on your clit. "Show him how good you can take it."

Elijah's praise, mixed with the taste of Damon's cock, the feeling of him filling your mouth, was too much, and you came again, shaking and moaning around him.

As your body spasmed, Damon pressed his hips up, pushing himself deeper into your mouth.

"Fuck," he growled, his hand gripping your hair.

You felt him tense, the heat of his release pouring down your throat. You swallowed around him, sucking him clean, looking up at him through hazy, half-lidded eyes.

He grinned down at you, panting. "Good girl."

Elijah's pace was growing erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His fingers dug into your thighs, pulling you closer, his hips slamming against yours. He was letting out these sexy little moans and grunts, his jaw clenched in concentration.

"That's it, love," he growled, his voice rough and low. "Come for me again."

He shifted, leaning back and thrusting harder. The new angle sent waves of pleasure through you, and you came with a cry, clinging to him as he fucked you through your release.

Elijah's eyes locked with yours, the intensity of his gaze taking your breath away, he pulled you to him, crushing his lips to yours. His hands squeezed your ass, and he thrust deep inside, bouncing you on his lap. His grip was so tight, his body trembling, the sound of him groaning against your lips filled the air. You could feel him twitching inside you, his orgasm washing over him, the feeling of his cum spilling into you making your toes curl.

Elijah pulled away, gently setting your legs back down on the bed. He walked over to the table, pouring a glass of champagne, taking a sip, watching you and Damon with a pleased look on his face.

Damon looked down at the mess between your legs, grinning. "Looks like someone enjoyed herself."

You giggled, your eyes half-lidded, a satisfied smile on your face. You reached up and cupped his beautiful face, his bright eyes twinkling. The blue seemed to grow a shade darker, his smile turning devilish, and you felt his hands on you, his touch electric.

"I don't think I'm quite done with you yet," he murmured, his breath hot on your ear.

You let out a gasp as he moved between your legs, kissing along your inner thighs, his fingers teasing your opening. He lapped up Elijah's cum, his tongue circling your sensitive clit.

"Fuck," you moaned, reaching down and pulling his hair.

Elijah watched for a moment, entranced by the sight of Damon's mouth on your cunt. He moved over to the bed, sitting behind you, his strong arms wrapped around you, holding you in place.

Damon continued, his tongue and lips working magic on your pussy, the soft sounds he made vibrating against your sensitive skin.

Elijah kissed along your shoulder, his hands roaming over your breasts, gently pinching and twisting your nipples.

"Look at him," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. "So eager to please you."

You looked down at Damon, his gaze locked with yours. His tongue was lapping at your clit, his mouth sucking and licking.

"Doesn't he look pretty like that?" Elijah asked. "So focused on making you feel good."

You nodded, whimpering as the tension built inside you, your hands twisting in the sheets, pulling and gripping them.

"You're going to come for us again, aren't you?" Elijah murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "You're going to come so hard. So fucking loud."

His words pushed you over the edge, and you came, screaming and bucking your hips, pushing yourself against Damon's mouth.

Your body trembled as the pleasure washed over you, wave after wave, leaving you panting and shaking. Elijah's grip tightened around you, holding you close.

Damon licked you clean, his tongue lapping up every drop. When he was finished, he kissed the inside of your thigh, his lips lingering on the soft skin.

"That's my good girl," Elijah cooed, holding you as the last of your tremors faded away.

You collapsed into his arms, the exhaustion and satisfaction taking over. You lay there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow. Damon laid down beside you, his arm draped over your stomach.

"I don't think I can move," you muttered, closing your eyes and resting your head on Elijah's chest.

Elijah chuckled, running his fingers through your hair. "Then don't."

You drifted off, wrapped in the warmth and comfort of their bodies, the sound of their breathing filling the air.

Paris was everything you could have hoped for, and more. But the best part was sharing the experience with them. This was a perfect night, and it was only just the beginning.

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risuola · 8 months ago

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ENTRY #6 ♡ F. READER X GOJO SATORU // I open my eyes, of you I'm aware, I lower my guards, strip myself bare.

contents: arranged marriage!au — wc. 1028

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There were many molds Satoru had to morph himself to somehow fit into and more often than not, he was squeezing in just barely — just enough to get people off his back. He had to work with people he didn’t like, negotiate with clans he couldn’t stand and face higher-ups that he felt nothing but hate towards. Gojo was no stranger to taking orders he didn’t agree with — back in time when he wasn’t exactly who he is right now. A stubborn man, above most jurisdiction. A man of independence, someone who won’t bend and break to fulfill instructions that do not fit into his beliefs.

Maybe he was too old now or maybe he defamiliarized himself with the art of adjustment to someone else’s decision, but few months had passed and he still couldn’t get used to you.

Whenever Satoru looked at you, he felt as if he was looking at the sun — despite wearing a blindfold or dark glasses. There was a brightness in your aura, a warmth and yet you were so distant and far from him. You were a puzzle he struggled to solve and he blamed it on himself because not once in his life he had to accustom himself to be a husband.

You’ve got him doubting himself.

You’ve got him scared.

You’ve got his heart beat in ways he never experienced before.

You’ve got him longing.

It was terrifying, as he thought of it, whenever he was watching you from afar, and you were just there. In the same house as him, sleeping just few meters away, allowing yourself to lower your guards and Satoru felt dread filling his veins when he realized he was expected to lower his own too. To strip himself from the protective barrier he put so much effort and time to build. To just be there with you, not just somewhere in the same space.

But he was getting there.

It began with him offering you help — little house chores he took upon himself to make your life easier and at first he made it look as if it annoyed him. Maybe it did annoy him. Snarky comments and lowercase insults dressed in overly sweetened words, pet-names spoken in tone full of venom — all that made the daily routine with you and those verbal tug-of-wars taught him respect towards you. You were strong enough and brave enough to engage in the word-fights with him and in retrospect, those were what helped both you and him adapt to the new reality of being married.

“Can you help me with those bags, Satoru?”

“You’ve got legs, sweetheart, you can do this yourself.”

“Move from the damn couch, Gojo, and make yourself useful.”

“Last name, huh? You spoke it with so much venom, I’d figure you hate it if you it wasn’t yours as well.”

“Come here, darling, and help me with those bags.”

And then, Satoru learned what you wanted his help with. He observed what things you didn’t like doing and began doing them himself. It felt natural. A place he was obliged to move into slowly became a house he was walking towards every day with a strange feeling of warmth in his chest, because it was where he will be able to rest, to decompress. It was a place where he will eat or sleep. It was a place where he’ll see you.

Next thing Gojo worked on was infinity. Or rather, turning it off and he had to actively think of it whenever he was home. Few times you tried to touch him and couldn’t made him feel the sort of shame he never felt before. He was so used to always being protected that when he had to face you, he didn’t realize that he doesn’t need to protect himself from you. So he took it off, baring himself before you and allowing himself to get familiar with the soft, cold pads of your fingers. With the way your breath feels on his skin — hot and intimate — and the way your lips feel on his own.

Then it became unconscious for him to turn off his technique the moment he steps into the house.

Then he was catching himself staring. His eyes lingered on you a little too long, a little too intense and whenever you noticed, he found himself flustered. Hmpf-ing and turning his head away, ignoring the muffled chuckles you always tried to suppress and then, he was smiling too.

Then, he was missing the soft, sweet and floral scent of your perfume whenever he was away for work.

Then, he was replaying the gentle tone of your voice in his mind, finding solace in the memory.

And then—

“Satoru, come to bed.”

—he was caught off guard yet again.

But he moved. A subconscious sequence of muscle contractions and releases, some taken steps and climbed up stairs — all of which led him to a place he had been avoiding for all of the weeks, months, that passed since he vowed himself to you.

“It’s big enough, just–“ your voice was gentle, so very gentle, when you got under the covers first. In the make-shift pajama he recognized as one of his own t-shirts — way too expensive to be a sleeping attire, yet he couldn’t care less. “Just sleep here. You don’t have to sleep on the couch, uncomfortable every night.”

And so he did. Half-bare, as he was used to sleep, he allowed himself to rest next to you. His weight sunk into the soft mattress, his bones straightened up deliciously in the heavenly cocoon of cotton sheets, all scented just slightly with the washing detergents and your perfume. A sigh escaped his mouth, he melted into the luxury of the bed and nuzzled his cheek into one of the pillows.

“Good?”

“Very good,” he admitted, his eyes following the up of your hip and down of your waist, then again up along the curve of your shoulder until he finally looked at your face. Your eyes were already closed, your eyelids covering the beautiful color underneath them and it was a shame he couldn’t see it before he lowered his own. “Goodnight.”

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ponderingmoonlight · 8 months ago

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Chapter 1: From Tradegy to Fantasy - Awakening in Another World

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

Warnings: reader's death, language

Genre: Isekai, Romance, Fantasy

Synopsis: Your life takes a tragic turn as you perish in a car crash, only to awaken in a whimsical world of fantasy with none other than Jujustu Kaisen characters as its main protagonists. But as if that wasn't enough, you're about to marry the prince version of Gojo Satoru. How will you navigate through this world of history and fantasy? Does your life take the same sudden twist of fate as that of your favorite characters?

Next Chapter ->

„Are you reading those strange stuff again…What was it called? Manga?”

“I’m only watching the anime because of that hot blindfolded guy.”

You don’t even try to look up from your phone, currently reading the newest publication of the Jujutsu Kaisen manga over some sketchy site online. That hot blindfolded guy…You’ll never understand why some girls are only watching Jujutsu Kaisen because of him, Gojo Satoru. This world has so much more to offer, so much more than this overpowered character not even Gege himself likes.

“It’s not exactly reading”, you mutter, so sunken into the drawn fight in front of your eyes that you simply can’t look away.

“(y/n), come back to reality. We have some classes to attend.”

Out of instinct, you roll your eyes. You’ll probably have to listen to that one professor who always talks about himself and simply reads through his presentation for three hours straight, not even allowed to look at your phone and do something useful instead. Urgh, being an uni student sucks.

“Give me a minute, I’m just finishing this chapter.”

When your friends start walking, you follow them without paying attention. This is it, the fight you’ve been waiting for. Maybe this time someone is able to defeat Sukuna, maybe this will be the day you’ve been waiting for. Fuck plot armour, fuck all the horrible things that happened last, all the beloved characters that had to die. Damn, you still miss Geto to this day. If they would have noticed sooner, he might be still alive-

“(Y/N), WATCH OUT!”

You always wondered about how death must feel like. Getting consumed by darkness, getting dragged into sheer empty space. Does it hurt? Will you die right on the spot and feel absolutely nothing? What about that myth about reminiscing your own life shortly before your death?

The second you looked into those blinding car lights, you knew exactly that you are next, that there is no way you’ll survive the hit that will sweep you off your feet, that throws your body into the air like a plastic bag.

How pathetic to die like this. Getting hit by a car while being glued to the sketches of fictional characters on your phone. What will your parents say, your family, your friends? You don’t want to die like this, but still…

You allow your eyes to rest against your harsh light, your phone dropping to the phone. You can’t escape the hit. Maybe, just maybe, you will wake up in a better world.

If stuff like that even exists.

When you open your eyes again, you brace yourself for an immense wave of pain hunting down your body, for getting greeted by those way too harsh hospital lights. But instead, your eyes open with ease. Instead, you get greeted by the dim light of a golden chandelier in and a well-painted ceiling in all different shades of purple.

“Where on earth…Am I?”, you mutter to yourself.

The second you look down on you, your heart drops to the floor. You aren’t wearing a pair of leggings and an oversized tee like you always do. No, you are covered in the softest white fabric you ever felt from head to toe, an elegant lavendel ribbon tied around your waist. And that delicate jewellery...

Immediately, you yank out of bed and almost trip over the hem of the white dress, coming to a stand in front of a mirror.

This isn’t possible. No, this has to be a feverish dream. Maybe they put you into coma after…

You swallow hard, reality hitting you with full force. You died. As soon as the car hit you, you were dead right on the spot and you knew it instantly. But why does everything feel so damn real? Frantically, your hands wander around the sweaty face that looks back at you in sheer horror through the mirror, stare at the lavendel eyes that don’t look like yours at all. But those facial features, the way your hair falls.

Is it…you?

A violent scream escapes your lips before you’re able to stop it, guts turning so uncomfortably that you feel like puking every minute. This can’t be true. This can’t be your reality now…Just before your feet give in, you grab the cool golden frame of the mirror, allow your spinning head to rest for a second.

“Lady Zenin, are you alright!?”

That distant voice, who is it talking to? Lady Zenin…Like Toji, Mai and Maki Zenin? Maybe you didn’t die but got kidnapped into a pervert cosplay party. Slowly, you turn around, face sticky in cold sweat.

But the man standing in front of you doesn’t look like a creep at all. No, he’s a truly elegant man. Maybe in his 50s, but it is clear that he’s taking care of himself. His eyes look at you worried, his gloved hands stretched out in order to help if you fall.

“Where…Where am I?”, you press out.

This isn’t your hometown. Fuck, this isn’t even your home country, not even your timeline. The stuff in this room looks so old and somehow magical, let alone that dress you’re wearing.

“I don’t understand, Lady Zenin. You are in your room”, the man replies visibly worried.

“What country?”, you probe.

“My lady, we are still in Avaloria…Are you feeling unwell? Shall I call the doctor-“

“In Avaloria. And I’m Lady Zenin…”, you mumble to yourself.

This doesn’t make any sense. You didn’t pay that much attention to geography, but you know for a fact that Avaloria isn’t a real country and that your last name definitely isn’t Zenin. But oh that last name is definitely familiar to you, so familiar that it’s frightening. Suddenly a shiver runs down your spine, dark foreshadowing letting your fingertips shake.

“What is my father’s name?”

You don’t want this answer. No, all you want to do is waking up from this dream, from this nightmare. You aren’t a lady, you aren’t a Zenin. You are nothing but plain (y/n) who adores anime and manga a little too much and still goes to university. You are nothing but a normal young woman.

“Your lordship…Your lordship is called Naobito Zenin, my Lady”, he stutters.

“And my brother’s name is Naoya, huh?”, you huff out.

This has to be a bad joke, right? What is this man, a stand-up comedian, maybe? You cross your arms in front of your chest, force your body to stop shaking. You need to put this madness to an end right now.

“Yes, exactly my Lady!”, the man in front of you literally cries out in relief while the ground is pulled underneath your feet.

No, nothing about this is right. These men, their names…They are nothing but an invention by Gege Akutami, nothing but drawn figures in a book adapted into an anime. They are nothing but fantasy, nothing but fiction.

“B-But…”

Your voice fails as your mind can’t process anymore. Is it really possible that…You were reincarnated into a world like this?

“Are you causing a scene again, sister?”

You don’t recognize the voice speaking behind you, but something inside you tells you that if you turn around, you will be greeted by…

Cold, sharp brown eyes.

Your very own orbs widen in sheer horror. Those dark green roots, the annoyed look on his face, his tall muscular frame. He looks exactly like the manga made him appear. But instead of wearing a kimono, he is dressed in a black uniform with golden and purple details.

“You’re looking like a fucking prince…”, you breathe out.

“Are you trying to upset me, (y/n)?”

“Master Naoya, the lady doesn’t appear like herself today. Shall I call the doctor?”, the older man speaks with low voice.

“Did you have a bad dream?”

He grabs your chin before you’re able to stop him, his cold glare hitting you with full force.

Naoya just touched you. Fucking Naoya Zenin is standing in front of your very own self, his fingers wrapped around your chin, staring at you so intensely that you feel like fainting any given minute.

“Don’t you dare to mess today’s meeting up because of your weird acting. It took father and I months to arrange a meeting with that lousy prince. Let’s hope that he finds liking in you or else I’ll marry you below your status”, he hisses into your face.

“You can’t just arrange my wedding. Who the hell do you think you are?”, you spit into his face out of instinct.

“All the attention must have gone to your head, (y/n). Who do I think I am? I am your big brother, father’s right hand. And you are nothing but a woman. Your only worth is to marry into a wealthy and influential family. I will never understand why the prince of our country found a liking in you. Apart from a pretty face, you have nothing to offer.”

He yanks your chin away roughly, forces you to take a few steps back and almost sends you onto the floor with the sheer force of his fingertips. Your body quivers in anger, hands balled into fists so tight that your knuckles stand out white.

“I don’t need a prince, I know my own worth you fool!”, you demand.

“Who taught you to talk like this? You are a lady, (y/n). Finally start to act like one or I will tell father about your behaviour. Maybe a venesection will cause your mouth to finally shut, what do you think?”

“A vene-what?”

“Urgh, just be quiet and get yourself ready. You will meet the prince as soon as you are presentable. And don’t you dare to disappoint us”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

And then he’s gone in the wind while you stand in the middle of the room, still unable to catch your shaky breath. Who the hell does this guy think he his? Where exactly are you, what world is this? Your head begins to spin so violently that you fear to lose your balance, your whole life crashing down on you like a house of cards.

This isn’t 2024 on mother earth anymore. This…this is something completely different. And that man who introduced himself as your brother made it all too clear that there’s no way you’ll survive here if you don’t play along. Maybe it’s like in that anime you just watched, the one with the girl names Raeliana. If that’s the case…

“Please call in my maids. I wish to be dressed”, you speak out monotone.

“Of course, Lady (y/n).”

You will play along. But there is no way in hell you’ll let him force you into a marriage with some strange prince you don’t even know. Your eyes are fixated on themselves, the new lavender color gleaming back at you being so unknown as well as all those women who scurry around you.

Who is this prince, anyway? If you’re really in some strange jujutsu kaisen verse, it must be another character. Maybe Geto…Oh, that would be nice. But what if it’s Sukuna? You shake your head, haunt away your stinging imagination. No, you won’t marry the king of curses. Actually, there aren’t many men you’d like as your husband.

How is this supposed to turn out good?

-at the salon-

You feel like fainting any given minute, heart pounding so roughly against your well-dressed ribcage that every beat sends a shiver down your spine. If the man standing in front of you isn’t called Geto or Nanami, you don’t want him. And apart from that…Aren’t you too young to marry anyway? Why does your family want to get rid of you so badly?

“It is so nice to finally meet you in person, Lady (y/n).”

Your heart drops to the floor.

That voice.

Fuck. It’s no doubt that it’s him.

“Let me introduce myself properly: I’m Prince Satoru, the future king of Avaloria.”

The second your brother steps aside, you get greeted by bright blue eyes and a cheeky grin.

This is Gojo Satoru, that “hot guy with the blindfold”, one of the last men you’d like to marry even if he’s dressed in a fine suit with red and blue details. Out of instinct, you cross your arms in front of your chest, narrow eyes staring him into the ground. You will never understand the hype behind his smile and eyes when it’s all too clear that he’s a player, a womanizer. A man like Gojo Satoru isn’t the husband you were imagining, not the man you were looking for since you were a child.

“I’m not marrying that man”, you announce into the silence of the room.

Soo, this was the very first chapter of my new series and it makes me beyond excited! So please, if you enjoyed it, it would make me beyond happy if you like/comment/reblog that work of mine and let me know what you think. Thank you guys so much for your constant support, it means the world 🤍

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redhead1180 · 9 months ago

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Puppy

Pairing - sub!JJ x Dom!fem reader

Summary - JJ gets in trouble.

Words - 1.9k

Warnings MDNI - m sub/f dom, edging, cursing, cock ring, p in v, oral (f receiving), m. tied up, sex toys, SMUT (let me know if I missed any)

A/N - Finally finished the subby JJ fic from my poll last week. Sorry life has gotten in the way. I'm not sure it's my favorite, but I don't hate it.

JJ had been needy all day and by the time we got my house he was nearly humping my leg. We had been out on the boat all day with the pogues and I was trying to put stuff up in the kitchen.

“Baby” he whined coming up behind me rutting up against my ass. “Can’t that wait?”

“No, I don’t want it to spoil and you’ll want the beer cold later.” I patiently tell him.

He huffed like a petulant toddler, stomping his foot for good measures.

“I want you now” he demands and grabs my hips pulling me back hard on his hard cock.

“Did you just demand me” I turnaround eyeing him with my eyebrow raised.

A flash of fear crosses his face, “N- no b- bab- baby” he stammers

“That is not my name and you did demand me” I sternly tell him. “bedroom now, and I want you stripped of all your clothes”

“Mo- Mommy, i-“

“No, bedroom now” I cut him off. I turn back around not waiting for him to acknowledge and put away the stuff. I hear him shuffle off as I put away the rest of the items. I grab a glass filling it with ice and some rum, and make my way to the bedroom. I walk in and JJ is naked, sitting at the edge of the bed, sitting on his hands. I don’t say anything and walk to nightstand and put my glass down. Then I strip off my shirt and shorts leaving me in my bikini. I saunter over to the closet.

JJ moans from his spot, but doesn’t say anything.

“You better not be touching yourself” I holler out from the closet, “I will know.”

I grab our toy box and come back into the room. JJ looks at me like a little puppy, eyes begging, still sitting on his hands. He is shaft standing straight up, red and looking very painful. I look at him pitifully.

“oh baby, that looks painful” I coo as I come to stand in front of him. I take his face in my hands and kiss him gently, before pressing into my tits. JJ groans and ruts his face in my tits for a bit, kissing softly.

“That’s a good boy” I praise him. “Now crawl up the bed and lay out for mommy.”

He gives my breasts one more kiss before sliding up to the bed into position. I grab the rope or of the box and walk to one hand. I know JJ had to hate the fact he taught me how to tie knots and now I used them on him. I tie both hands to headboard in a poachers knot, then doing the same to his feet.

“Mommy why” he whimpered.

“You demanded me, I can’t let that slide baby boy” I said calmly, looking at him with my bottom lip pushed out. I went back to the box and pulled out the blindfold. “Now remember, no cumming until Mommy says, and let me know when you’re close”

“Yes, Mommy, but please” he begged “I wanna see you”

“You won’t have to wear it the whole time” I promised as I tied it on. I grab the cock ring from the box and gently place it on him. He bucked his hips against my hands, and I teased his cock for a bit.

“Oh sweetie, you have the prettiest pink dick I have ever seen” I praised as I slowly stroked him, pressing my thumb against the tip, spreading his precum around. Then I abruptly stopped, causing him to his buck his hips and cry out in frustration. I slapped his thigh and then grabbed the remote for the cock ring.

“Stop that, be glad Mommy is being so nice” I growl. I grab my glass taking a nice swig of my drink before grabbing an ice cube.

I rub the ice cube along JJ’s lips, he gasps, I trace his lips with it and then moving it down to his chin. I run it down his neck and to one nipple, rubbing it over and over till his nipples could cut glass. Then I did the same other one, making sure both get the same attention. From there, I run it down over his rock-hard abs and down his happy trail.

“That feel good, puppy?” I ask teasingly smiling.

“Mhmm” he moans out.

“You’re such a good boy for me” I praise. I turn on the cock ring to the lowest setting. JJ cry’s out, bucking his hips up.

“Fuck baby” he gasps out.

I grab the riding habit from the box and slap his dick. He whimpers out.

“What’s my name, puppy?” I demand, slapping it again. He bucks his hips hard and squirms, whimpering the whole time.

“Mommy, sor- sorry, mommy” he stammers. “Mommy please”

“What, puppy, what do you want?” I coo to him. I turn up the ring another setting while soothingly rubbing his cock.

“Mommy, please I need to cum” he begs pathetically.

“Hmmm, no not yet. Your punishment isn’t done.”

I reach up and take off the blindfold. He blinks a bit, before focusing on me. His normally ocean blue eyes are nearly completely black. I grin at him and lean down and gives him a searing kiss. I reach down and gently stroke his vibrating cock. He groans in my mouth, taking everything he can from the kiss. It’s a wet sloppy kiss, teeth clashing against each other, biting lips and then I sit up. He chases my lips till he can’t anymore, then slams his head back down and grunts, squeezing his eyes shut in frustration. He knows better than to say or do anything. Knowing I won’t let him cum, but edge him for hours.

“Watch me puppy” I say I gently stroke his cheek. He opens his eyes and looks at me, tears on his lashline. I reach back and grab the vibrator and set it beside me.

“What’s that for?” JJ asks, eyeing it fearfully.

“Just watch Mommy” I gently insist.

I reach up and untie the strings behind my neck, letting it fall down, then untie the back string. Letting my bikini top fall and land around his neck. My breast released fall down and jiggle a little. I rub and knead them for a minute. JJ groans, pulling at the ropes on his hands. For the moment I let him squirm and pull at the ropes. I rub my stomach before reaching my hips and untie the strings on each side, allowing the bikini bottom to fall off and flatten. I raise up just enough to pull it off and throw it.

I move up to sit on his chest and grab the vibrator. I lean back enough so JJ can see my pussy right in front of his face. He whines pulling at the ropes.

“I wanna touch, please” he begs between gritted teeth.

I ignore him and run the vibrator over my wet, soaked pussy, making him watch. I gasp from the sensation, JJ moans. I slide it thru my folds, rolling my hips, soaking his chest in my arousal. I feel him began to thrust his hips behind me, looking for friction as the cock ring vibrates around his dick.

“Mommy please,” he pleads quietly, “I won’t do it again, just please untie me and let make you feel good.”

“Hmm,” I ponder “Have you learned your lesson?” I ask as I put away the vibrator and slide down his abs. He hisses from pleasure.

“Yes, I promise I’ve learned”

“I don’t buy it.” I hover him and slam down on cock, making him jerk his hips up and cry out. I turn up the cock to near the highest setting and bounce up and down. JJ moaning and whimpering, thrusting his hips as hard as he can in his ropes. I feel him twitch inside me.

“Mommy, I’m gonna cum” he pants out.

I turn off the ring and pull off him, before he can cum. JJ screams out in frustration and bucks his hips wildly. I lean up and give him gentle kisses on his cheeks and forehead.

“This doesn’t happen when you’re a good boy.” I taunt in his ear. I continue to edge JJ for another hour or so, until his tip is nearly purple and he is crying and begging me to let him cum.

“Oh puppy, you’re doing so good for me,” I praise. “You want me to let you cum?”

He vigorously nods his head and whispers “please” over and over.

“Ok, you eat Mommy out and make her cum, and then I will let you pick how you want to cum. You can fuck my tits and cum on my chest or,” I pretend to ponder, “I will let you cum in Mommy’s pussy”

“Pussy” he hastily says. I chuckle as I remove the ring and position over his face.

“Now be a good boy and make Mommy cum.” I demand.

I lower myself down and JJ licks my core from hole to clit, making me moan. I grab the headboard as he latches onto my nub, licking and sucking till I am rolling my hips. I untie him and his hands immediately grab my thighs pulling me down harder as he pushes his tongue into my hole and fucks me with his tongue.

“Fuck” I moan out, grabbing and pulling JJ’s hair to get him closer. He lets go of one thigh and, none to gently, shoves two fingers into my pussy and sucks my clit. I gasp out, pulling his hair harder and grinding down on him. He groans, the vibrations making me cry out.

“I’m s’close” I pant as I ride his face and he fucks me with his fingers. JJ curls his fingers hitting my sweet spot and bites down on my clit. I scream out as I fall over the edge, my release spilling all over JJ’s face as he slurps up every last bit of juices that I released. He licks and kisses me through my high and I eventually slump down and fall to the side. He raises up to look at me, his mouth and chin slick with my arousal.

“Was that good, Mommy?” he asks smirking.

“Yea puppy, Mommy’s very happy” I pant, he grins like a Cheshire cat. Not having the energy to ride him now, I lay back and spread my legs.

“You can fuck me n-” and before the words leave my lips, JJ is on top of my sliding his cock in my pussy.

Seeing how I edged him for so long, it didn’t take long, and JJ was cumming inside me. He collapsed on me and I wrapped my legs around him and slid my arms around his neck. He rutted up in me, still lost in his euphoria, whining into my chest.

“You’re such a good pup for Mommy,” I praised as I kissed his forehead and ran my fingers thru his hair, scratching his scalp as I did, making him hum. We laid there for a bit, while I petted and praised him.

“C’mon, baby, let’s get you cleaned up and got to sleep”

I led him to the bathroom and cleaned us up, before heading back to bed and laying down. I rolled on my side and JJ buried his head in my chest and curled up to me like a koala.

“Sleep now puppy” I murmured before we both fell into blissful slumber.

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Not That Kind of Guy

Part Twelve: Stalker!Anakin Skywalker × femme reader series

Warnings: stalking, weirdo behavior, psychotic/delusional behavior, possessive/protective, sexism/misogyny, sexual content/fantasizing, pervy behavior, panty/scent kink, mask kink (Ghostface), gaslighting/manipulation, spitting, cumplay, nude vids/pics, masturbation, domesticity kink, oral, PIV, dick piercing, forced orgasm, semi-public, bondage, blindfolds, biting/slapping/spanking, squirting, cumming untouched, NONCON/DUBCON/CNC, Somno, murder/blood/gore/drugs(referenced), knife, GEN. SMUT[Be sure to pay attention to future warnings in the series]

Info: Anakin is so full of himself that he’s somehow tricked himself into a bit of emotional maturity, Anakin has blooming bromance, post murder sex spree [diary entries from Ani] extremely not proofread. MDNI 18+

Date

August 27th continued.

Anakin climbed through his living room window and shut it behind him, happily humming to himself as he shut and locked it behind him. He spread out two trash bags on the floor after rolling up the rug to get it out of his way.

Armed with a pair of scissors and a few gallon ziploc bags he went to work on the clothes he’d been wearing. Thankfully, he had enough sense to buy jeans and a hoodie from the Goodwill. He can’t fuck you in the clothes he killed a man in, that’s just gross. So he chopped up the fabric in little squares while watching an episode of Narcos for the irony of it.

He planned to drive around the city tomorrow and dump the remnants of his clothes down every sewer grate he could. He already said goodbye to his third favorite butterfly knife, having shoved it into a culvert on his way home. As well as his throwaway sneakers which he chucked into the murky water of the deep river that flowed beneath the bridge he trekked across to get home- the long way.

Anakin was a good citizen, he knew he couldn’t flush the drugs. He couldn’t dispose of them in the trash, he definitely couldn’t keep them, so he did what every responsible person would do: dumped them in the medical wastes slot at the CVS.

The cash on the other hand… over $2,000. That- that he could definitely keep.

With his mind cleared, soiled clothes squared away, and plan in place; he hit the shower and reveled in the faint metallic scent of blood that trickled down the drain. Mentally adding ‘new loofah’ to his to-do list, he scrubbed away at his skin with dawn dishsoap until he felt like his skin was screaming for him to stop. Then he used his favorite smell-good cedar soap, enjoying the steam of the scalding water pelting his back as he rinsed himself clean.

Diary Entry: August 28th

I feel GOOD. I feel better, I feel fresh.

My worries went down the drain along with every scrap of evidence I created. Have you ever felt such a clear and palpable mental reset? I haven’t.

I haven’t had a single negative thought since my visit with Joel. It’s all been rainbows and shittin’ unicorns, I know what it’s like to live completely carefree now. I could go the rest of my life and suffer through whatever disaster life throws our way and do it with a fucking smile.

Gods I just love you. I love you so much.

You’re perfect. I don’t know how the hell you do it princess but you’ve found every possible way to improve my life and you don’t even know you’re doing it half the time! It’s like you know exactly what I need without ever speaking it aloud. You just let the pieces fall into place.

It was your idea to DoorDash the pizza, your choice to wear that slutty pajama set I love so much, your sunshiny predisposition that drew his attention and the bangin’ body that held it. Without that, all of it, I’d still be wallowing in the throes of despair at my untimely death via withering away.

But here I am, having a damn good day!

The only thing that would make it better is me fucking you like a jackrabbit on his third 5hr Energy. However, I love you and as much as I’d like to fuck you within an inch of your life, I will not. I have a hand that works perfectly fine and a plethora of porn starring you that I can drool over until I’ve sated myself enough to act like a semi-normal human.

How will I broach the subject of my unrequited love today? I don’t know. Am I worried about it? Hell no. I have faith in my goddess to deliver what I’m worthy of.

How will I look you in the eye after my late night escapade? With a fucking smile.

Date

August 28th

You traded texts back and forth with Anakin all morning. Something had crawled under his skin and bit him with venomous lust, he’d sent you pretty pictures of his weeping cock, cum dribbling out and down the back of his hand. He’d texted, described in delicate detail what he’d like to do to you with the most vile and disgusting words to caress that sick little minx that lived inside your stomach.

He had you clenching around nothing, gushing slick behind the counter at the diner. Blushing deep, dusty rose petal red across your cheeks and creeping up under your shirt collar. You felt hot, your hands sweaty and mind flustered beyond belief. You hadn’t felt this sexually frustrated since Ghost had stopped torturing you in your sleep.

You were nervous and bashful around customers as if they could see straight through your polite voice and put together appearance. Underneath the confidence that you reserved for waiting tables was a deprived and thoroughly soaked cunt that controlled your every waking thought.

“Princess?” Anakin’s deep gravelly bedroom voice floated over the Formica countertop and wrapped you up in a warm embrace.

You looked up and saw the face of a desperate man. His pretty blue eyes had been completely swallowed up by his lust… love blown pupils. His normally calming cloud of energy was replaced by a jittery, buzzing storm of bottled up euphoria. He couldn’t wait to pop the cork and share it with you.

“Vigo?” Anakin’s voice cracked, his smile only growing bigger when your coworker popped his head around the kitchen door frame. “I’m stealing her.”

“Hey, you gotta clock out!” He shouted after you as Anakin gripped your wrist and whisked you out to his car. Vigo was already on his way to the time cards, punching it in for you to save himself the worry of you forgetting.

“Anakin what’s gotten into you?” You panted, trying to catch your breath while Anakin licked into your mouth and sucked the tip of your tongue. Kissing you as messily as he could short of drowning you via spit swap.

“Woke up missing you.” He groaned, nuzzling your breasts. His nose nudging the valley while he rubbed his cheeks against the swell, pushing them together with his splayed hands.

“Can’t help it.” He breathed out, biting your sensitive flesh through the fabric of your shirt.

“Ani.” You moaned, tugging his head away gently. “You already gave me a massive hickey.” He chuckled as you reminded him of the purplish bruise you’d attempted to cover with makeup.

“True.” He nodded, nipping you again anyway. “You could stand to have a few more though.”

“Shit, not now.” You shook your head and bucked up your hips, wiggling out of your jeans.

“Damn, that’s what I like to see sweetheart.” Anakin growled, smacking your ass lightly as he laid down in the back seat. “C’mere baby let me see my pussy.”

You giggled, complying and gingerly hovering over his mouth only to earn a frustrated groan from him.

“Goddamnit. I-I’ve never seen you this wet.” His eyebrows furrowed together as he looked up at you, his enlarged pupils snapping a mental picture of how beautiful you were from your position above him where you belonged.

Both hands suddenly gripped your hips and pulled you down on top of his face. He held on tightly, keeping you in place despite your concerns of suffocating him.

“Don’t care.” He moaned, thrusting his tongue up and swirling it around inside your entrance, the bridge of his nose rubbing your clit as he guided your hips to ride his face. “I’d be dying the happiest man on earth.”

“Oh my god.” You sucked in a sharp inhale, your palm smacking the headrest while your fingers hurt from the force of your grip on it.

“Mhmmmm.” You could feel his smug grin beneath you, even in this position he was able to establish dominance with just that crooked smirk and hard look to his eyes.

“Anakin…” moaning, you reached down to play with his hair, his mouth pulling your clit between his teeth to suck harshly, flicking his tongue at a fast pace in hopes to bring you to orgasm quickly. “Anakin please… s-slow.”

“Uh uh.” He shook his head with a chuckle, digging his fingertips into the fat of your ass.

“My pussy… my rules.” He mumbled, the words muffled and nearly incoherent.

He slurped and sucked, dragging his tongue in long stripes up your center, dipping the tip into your hole each time it passed over. He’d never eaten you so desperately, never had he sent you spiraling into orgasm this quickly. Heat traveled from your chest all the way to the tips of your ears, your hole quivering around his tongue darting in to lick up your cum.

“Ani- Anakin enough.” You whined, trying to get up but he just brought you back down and laved at you with just as much fervor.

“Please no… hurts.” You hiccuped, sensitive beyond belief and not ready for more in the slightest.

“Shhhh.” Anakin laughed, nibbling on your clit carefully, he slipped one hand beneath you, palm side up.

He tapped your hip and let you raise up for a moment to catch your breath, lasting less than a few seconds before he was one-armed manhandling you back over his face.

“Fuck yourself on my fingers while I watch baby.” He whispered, stroking your folds gently before prodding at your entrance.

“Oh sweet lord-“ he moaned loudly, watching your greedy pussy sink down on his fingers from below, your hole fluttering around the two digits.

“You’re so wet.” He whimpered, gazing up at you like you’d hung the moon just for him.

“All this for me?” He asked softly, as if he weren’t really sure what your answer would be.

“All for you Ani.” You nodded, brushing your knuckles across his cheek while he started pumping his finger inside slowly, stretching you out to take a third.

“Jesus, I don’t know what I wanna do.” He groaned, “I wish I could touch you all over all at once.”

He removed his fingers and brought them up for you to see the fruits of his labor, the creamy slick coated his fingers, stringing them together when he pulled them apart. He barely grazed your bottom lip with it before sucking it hungrily from his fingers.

“Goddamnit.” He moaned, pulling you back down with such force that you lost your balance and accidentally unlocked the car door, you giggled and quickly corrected your mistake, Anakin chiding you from below.

“Clumsy little brat.” He grinned, kneading your ass cheeks roughly.

His tone might’ve been playful but the look in his eyes was nothing short of predatory. He lapped at your glistening folds with the enthusiasm of a wildcat on a fresh kill, by the end of it he’d be sucking the bones dry.

Anakin hummed at the taste of you, groaning, babbling nonsense more to your cunt than to you:

“Tastes so good.”

“So pink and pretty for me.”

“Poor pussy just missed me so much huh? Is that why she’s crying?”

He switched up suddenly and had you frozen in place, your jaw dropped open as you let out a choked sob, tilting your head back to look at the car’s ceiling. He’d bit down on your raw and sore clit, peeling back the hood to tortuously bully it with kitten licks all while sucking as hard as he possibly could. It was too much, so much, all at once.

You were already so sensitive, you had already begged him to stop, now you had no words left, just pitiful whimpers as you bit down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Your legs quivered uncontrollably as goosebumps pricked your flesh, every hair standing on end as Anakin literally sucked you dry as you’d jokingly predicted.

He drew out a long and reedy noise from the depths of your chest, clawing it’s way through the fire in your lungs and past the torn skin on your lip. Creamy cum gushed from your core, coating his chin and neck.

The main course, what he was really after, was the hot juices that dribbled down the back of his throat as he sucked the nectar straight from the source. You would’ve worried you might drown him if you couldn’t visibly see his heavy breathing, feel and hear each desperate swallow and whimper. You could feel his stomach tensing along with his arms, his hands followed and closed into fists.

Turning his head to the side he bit down on your inner thigh, causing you to jolt and yelp, almost missing the way one of his hands flew to his crotch and squeezed his thick cock through his jeans, running his thumb over the fat, swollen tip as a small and sticky dark patch bloomed on his upper thigh.

“N-no no.” He whined, bringing you back down to his face, he carefully avoided your abused clit in favor of cleaning up your thighs and messy cunt, digging out every last drop of slick with his tongue.

“You… you are so fucking hot.” He panted, whimpering in pain when he sat up repositioned his cock.

“Did you-“

“Cum? Yeah.” He nodded sheepishly, stroking himself in his jeans for a moment before removing his hand and showing you the mess he’d made in his jeans.

“No way.” You whispered, a triumphant grin spreading across your lips.

“Yes.” He growled, shoving his hand between your thighs to wipe his cum off onto your spent pussy. “I don’t think you understand what you do to me sweetheart.”

“I’d pay good money to find a way to live inside your skin with you. Just to be close as I could get.” He said quietly, helping you back into your panties and jeans, wiping the excess cum onto the inside of his tshirt.

“I’d sell my soul just to breathe the same air as you if that’s what it took.” He said, pulling you into his lap and crushing you in a hug.

“You are like a Ghost that haunts every corner of my mind.” He whispered, licking the makeup off of your poorly hidden hickey.

Anakin didn’t miss the way you breathed in a sharp breath at his words it took a lot of willpower not to smile against your neck when he heard you audibly swallow with nervousness.

“I wake up and I think of you. I go to sleep and I dream of you.” His rough palms caressing the soft skin of your stomach. “Everything I see, everything I do, it all reminds me of you.”

“I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.” He said softly. “You’d never doubt yourself again.” His lips grazing your earlobe as he twirled a lock of hair around his finger, breaking the heavy tension by cracking a smile and tickling the tip of your nose with your hair.

He gently cupped your cheeks and brushed the pads of his thumbs across your cheeks and under your eyes. Staring at you with those unwavering black saucers in his eyes. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he’d done drugs. It’s unnatural for a human’s eyes to stay dilated for this long. But you knew Anakin, he was just high on you.

Diary Entry: August 28th continued

I have so much energy and I don’t know what to do with it all. I might try bench pressing a school bus, I could probably make it move alittle. If I didn’t give myself a hernia first.

What I really need is more of you. I thought a little sweet treat might tithe me over but I was WRONG. I’m feeling a new kind of insatiable.

It’s time for Ghost to get back to his old tricks with a new accessory: my rarely worn tongue stud.

Man I love it though, it clacks against my teeth so good. I can hear it in my brain for like, minutes after I’ve done it. Such a satisfying sound. Its crisp.

Which is unfortunately the reason why I can’t wear it often anymore.

I click clacked it around my bottom row of teeth too much and the dentist made me promise not to do it anymore. Turns out abstinence is actually the best method when it comes to prevention. If it’s not in my mouth I can’t fuck up my teeth, but I can play with my lip piercings. Yeehaw I love a loophole.

Anywho. I feasted on my favorite meal today and I desperately need more before I actually go insane. I need to taste you. I need to feel you. I need to fuck you til I lose consciousness.

I want you to be awake though because as hot as it is to watch you cum in your sleep, it’s even hotter to see you reacting to the things I say. Deny it all you want baby but you’re my whore.

Ghost, Anakin, both. You’re willing to do anything for my cock.

Date

August 28th continued.

Anakin can’t keep his hands to himself. It’s like he’s been corrupted by an incubus, he’s turned into an insatiable beast that just can’t stop. You’ve seriously considered the possibility that he may have somehow gotten his hands on some ecstasy and a suped up gas station boner pill.

Though logically you know exactly what is happening. He’s just giddy and feeling a weight lifted from his chest after confessing to you. It makes perfect sense. Carrying a secret like that is a burden, you know that very well by now.

Anakin is purely running off adrenaline fumes and endorphins. He’s burning it off the best way possible, by touching you in every direction, position, time, space and dimension that he can put you in.

He’s fucked you twice after taking you home from work today. Kitchen counter? From the back with your legs dangling helplessly, your sweaty skin sticking to the countertop. Coffee table? He pushed you down on it, swiping off the scattered items on it, including the freshly made sandwich and chips you’d brought him. He had said ’F-fuck… you’re just so sexy when you’re domestic.’

Right now on your third go around, he had finally, finally agreed to take you to the bed after you’d formed a triangle shaped bruise from the corner on the kitchen counter.

“M’sorry baby,” He whispered, licking away the dull pain on your hip from between your legs. “didn’t mean to.”

“I know Ani,” you breathed out, “it’s not your fault.”

“It is.” He nodded, pulling you toward the edge of the bed and gently helping you onto you hands and knees. “My poor girl.”

“You’re just so pretty. You’re so perfect. You’re so… you.” He sighed, standing behind and to the side of you to caress your injured hip.

His rough palm glided over the hot, sticky skin of your spine to brush your hair away. His free hand slowly tracing a delicate pattern across the plumped flesh of your ass, all five digits teasing the skin with tingling trails of warmth.

His lips caressed your tender skin up and down your side while he lovingly slipped a finger between your pussy lips. He groaned and made a fist between your shoulder blades to keep control of himself, your wetness feeding his need to be sheathed inside your warm and welcoming cunt.

“Pretty, pretty baby.” He whispered, his voice cracking while he brought his burning hot cheek down to rest against the swell of your ass, toying with his lip piercings to stifle a moan at the sloppy noises his pointer finger made on its descent into your depths.

“You’ve been so good for me.” He praised you, massaging your shoulder with one hand, kissing your ass cheek as he turned his head and rested the other side of his blushed face there, switching sides to watch your expressions change with each plunge of his finger.

“My little girl…” he growled, low and deep in his throat, “letting me take what I need.”

“Just wanted you to feel good Ani.” You sighed, gratefully accepting a second finger from him, feeling him twist his wrist back and forth with each slow thrust.

“Mmm, I did sweetheart.” He chuckled, “trust me, it’s hard to feel anything but heavenly when I’ve got my hands on you.”

“You’ve been so needy.” You whined, letting him guide your hand to your clit so you could rub yourself at your own pace along with his languid fingers.

“I know.” He clicked his tongue. “Are you okay sweetheart?”

“Course I’m okay.” You moaned, leaning back against his hand while his fingertips pressed and massaged your inner core.

“I put your poor little body through a lot today huh?” He cooed, switching his free hand over to your other shoulder to massage it the same as the other.

He smiled widely as he watched your face relax and felt your breathing slow into a steady rhythm. He felt proud. Proud of you, of himself, of his self control.

“Felt good Ani.” You whispered, your fingers tightening around the sheets in your fist while you rocked back onto his hand, fucking yourself on his fingers. “I needed it too.”

“That’s my girl.” He smiled, hearing the content sigh escape your lips. “You think you can cum for me again baby?” He asked softly, kissing the small of your back.

“N-no.” You whimpered, shying away from his gentle probing fingers.

“You sure sweetheart?” He asked, slowing his movements even further. “It’s okay baby, I just wanna make sure you’re taken care of.”

“M’sure.” You shook your head rapidly, “I can’t.”

“Okay baby.” He chuckled, “ready for me to stop then?” He asked.

“No… not yet.” You said quietly. “Lay with me?”

“Oh sure thing princess.” He grinned, removing his fingers just long enough for him to turn off your lamp and help you slide under the blankets, his nakedness pressed firmly against yours.

“Mm, you’re so warm,” you giggled, Anakin’s arms wrapping around you tightly while he kissed the nape of your neck, spooning you from behind.

“Cozy?” He asked with a gruff tone, slipping his fingers back into your messy pussy from behind to continue the slow and gentle caresses.

“So cozy.” You nodded. “I’m gettin’ sleepy.” You said tiredly.

“I figured so.” He nodded, his voice a soft whisper. “I’ll lay with you until it’s time for me to leave for work okay?”

“I’ll make sure everything is all locked up when I leave, I’ll kiss you bye.” He spoke low and soothingly as he gently rubbed your neck, removing his fingers from your folds when he heard your breathing slightly change.

“I’ll text you,” he whispered, sucking your slick from his fingers between words, not hiding his hard-on as it pressed against your ass. “when I get there and when I get back home. I’ll miss you so much until I see you again tomorrow.”

Soon enough you were deep in sleep and Anakin was glad he’d made you take your pills at dinner time, he’d thought ahead and considered the very real possibility that you’d end up being fucked to sleep.

He was right of course.

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“Anakin what the hell man?” Trevor chortled shoving a handful of ice down the back of Anakin’s shirt in retaliation to the towel-whip he’d dealt Trevor.

“What? Can’t a guy be happy?” Anakin laughed.

“Happy? Nah you’re fucking hyper.” Trevor grinned. “What’d you do that’s got you feeling so good? Gimme some.” He teased.

“Shut up, the hardest thing I do is pot you know that.” Anakin snorted.

“Then what’s the deal?” Trevor splayed his own hand a few inches from his face.

“I’m love drunk baby.” Anakin waggled his eyebrows and shimmied his shoulders.

“Jesus I don’t even know you! Who are you and what have you done with my jackass?” Trevor grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him with a laugh, turning to pour a beer on tap for a patron.

“I ate him.” Anakin shrugged and giggled.

“I’m calling your girlfriend. I don’t know if I can be around you anymore.” April said, walking past the two of them with a serving tray.

“She needs a break from me, she’s very tired.” Anakin said with a proud grin.

“Oh my god!” April cackled and made a quick exit from behind the bar to serve drinks at a corner table.

“Fucking freak.” Trevor snickered.

“That’s what she said.” Anakin stuck out his tongue and flicked it with an impish grin.

After an hour or so the bar traffic grew stagnant and Anakin stepped out back for a cigarette, flicking his zippo out to light the flame and swinging in shut. Letting a curl of smoke leave his lips to breathe in through his nose. He leaned back against the brick wall with his legs crossed at the ankles, raising his arms above his head to rest his fists on his forehead.

He was looking up at the hazy city-light polluted night sky, searching for stars, when the back door swung open and Trevor stepped out with a bottle of beer for himself and one for Anakin.

“Trade me.” He grunted, sitting down on an old wood crate and holding out the beer bottle, two fingers extended for Anakin to sit a cigarette between.

“Yessir,” Anakin nodded, going so far as to light it for his friend.

“Anakin.” Trevor said thoughtfully. “Can I ask you something?”

“You just did.” Anakin said, tipping up the beer bottle and watching the amber liquid bubble as he took a gulp.

“Did you hate me?” Trevor asked. “When you first started here?”

“What? Pfft, no what are you talking about?” Anakin asked, pushing off the wall with his black leather boot.

“I don’t know, you’re just different.” Trevor said with a shrug. “You just seemed so… excuse my critique; cold and distant.”

“Criticism accepted.” Anakin nodded. “It’s true I guess.”

“Yeah? So what changed?” Trevor asked in curiosity, a rare moment of vulnerability shared between two male friends wasn’t to be wasted.

“Met a girl. Got my shit together.” Anakin said, flicking cigarette ash to the pavement. “I love her you know?”

“Do you?”

“Mhm.” Anakin nodded. “I told her. She hasn’t said it back yet.”

“Well damn I’m sorry man-“

“No don’t be. She’ll say it.” Anakin held up his hand to stop him. “She just ain’t ready to admit it that’s all.”

“How are you not all depressed and shit?”

“I was, but I realized… I don’t care.” Anakin said simply. “I don’t care how long it takes. I don’t care if I have to wait until I’m dead in the ground. I know she’ll tell me when she’s ready.”

“I had myself a bit of a freak out.” Anakin admitted, “but after I cooled off I’ve been… happier than I’ve ever been.”

“That why you’re all…” Trevor gestured to him with both hands.

“Yessir.” Anakin grinned.

“So you’re acting like you’ve won the fuckin’ lotto because your girl didn’t say she loved you?” Trevor raised his eyebrows.

“She doesn’t have to.” Anakin said, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms, placing the cigarette between his lips, inhaling slowly. Grabbing it between his forefinger and thumb he brought it back down to his side and made an O with his lips, hollowing his cheeks and flicking the dip in his cheek to let a ring of smoke out.

“I know she does.” Anakin said, tilting his head back against the brick and letting it loll to the side to look over at Trevor. “She didn’t run off, she didn’t tell me to get lost, she laid there with me… pretty little head on my chest.” Anakin said, making a motion with his hand above his heart.

“Then today.” Anakin said, clicking his tongue with a smirk. “She sat on my face in the parking lot of the Bluebird during her break n’ let me fuck her all over the house when I got her home.”

“Jesus, here I was thinkin’ you were being sweet.” Trevor snorted, flicking his bottle cap so the it bounced off the toe of Anakin’s boot.

“If that doesn’t scream love I don’t know what does.” Anakin sighed contentedly, stubbing out his cigarette and dropping it into the designated rusty coffee can for cigarette butt.

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“Hey, look Trev isn’t that the guy uh… the one who did that thing junior year of highschool?” April shouted over the din of the bar from the other end of the counter, pointing up to the smaller tv playing the news rather than the basketball game.

“Uh… hold on I can’t- I don’t have my glasses.” he said walking over and squinting, Anakin walking up behind him to look over his shoulder.

“Mm yeah that’s the guy they called- uh,” he thought for a second before snapping his right hand fingers and bringing his palm down on top of his fist, pointing up at the screen. “Duck! Didn’t they?”

“Yeah! Yeah, him.” April nodded, sucking on a lemon slice she’d dipped in sugar.

She turned back around and shook up the tumbler she was mixing a drink in, pouring it over two glasses and sliding it across the table to their owners.

“Why’d they call him that?” Anakin asked, wiping down the bar, before washing up some shot glasses.

“He’d duck his head up under the bleachers to look up girls skirts at the pep rallies.” Trevor said with a huff, “real shit guy.”

“Tried to sell my brother herbs instead of herb.” April turned around with an amused look on her face.

“Huh.” Anakin said, tonguing the inside of his cheek to hide a smirk. “Real shit guy indeed.”

“Surprised it didn’t happen sooner.” Trevor said with a chuckle.

“Why’s that?” Anakin asked, tossing his towel over his shoulder, rubbing his palms together while he sucked on the ball of one of his snake bites.

“Like I said, real shit guy.” Trevor scoffed. “Doubt they’re even looking too hard for the guys who did it.”

“Guys?” Anakin asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Yeah-“ he looked over his shoulder, “what’d it say April? Four of ‘em?”

“Yep.” She said, tossing her lemon rind in the trash.

“Damn.” Anakin shook his head.

“Yeah, the guy who ‘found’ him graduated with us too.” Trevor said, glancing back up at the tv and seeing it had switched over to the weather. “Supposedly it was a real mess, shit everywhere. Stole a bunch of stuff, some kind of drug related thing.”

“Well shit, poor guy.” Anakin shook his head, “that’d be a real nice thing to walk in on.”

“Well hell yeah it would, looking like the Red Seas in there.” Trevor snorted.

“How do you know?” Anakin asked with a smile.

“The dick posted it on his private Snapchat story before he called the cops.” Trevor said, “I didn’t see it, but my buddy did and he said it looked barf worthy, could smell it through the screen.”

“Goddamn that’s nasty.” Anakin winced, “thanks for that mental image.”

“I had to imagine it, so you did too.” Trevor said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Share the wealth or whatever.”

“Trev, I don’t think that applies to murder.” April said, walking past the boys.

“It does now, baby.” He said, tapping her ass as she walked past.

“Hey!” She shot him a dirty look but blushed and smiled anyway. “Told you not to do that at work.”

“Can’t help it.” Trevor shrugged. “Stress reliever.”

“Oh whatever.” She snorted.

“Anyway yeah- apparently the dude, Kyle Spencer, is suspect number one. He was high as a kite when he called Duck’s dad.”

“He called his dad?” Anakin asked confusedly, “not the cops?”

“His dad is the cops.” Trevor said, popping a piece of gum in his mouth before tossing a stick to Anakin.

“Oh shit.” Anakin scoffed, “so what, he called the guys dad to figure it out?”

“Mhm.” Trevor nodded. “At least that’s what everyone thinks. Cause Duck’s dad arrested the guy himself and seemed real ticked off about getting the call. He was at his other son’s house for the grandkids birthday.”

“Well, well, well.” Anakin snorted, covering his mouth to hide a grin as he poured a whiskey. “Isn’t that some good luck?”

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“I’ve missed this.” Anakin sighed, cradling Boogie in his arms like a furry orange baby while he stood at the foot of your bed and watched you sleep.

“It’s the simple things you know?” He whispered, his filtered voice tapering in and out. He smiled beneath his mask, watching you stir slightly, kicking the covers off your feet.

He turned on his heel and walked out of the bedroom, setting your cat down on the kitchen counter and pouring her a third of a bowl of food. He took off his left hand glove to give her some chin scratches, then from the white patch between her eyes all the way to the end of her fluffy tail.

“You know, I used to really despise cats.” He said, leaning over on the counter and propping himself up on his gloved fist, watching her eat.

“The therapist I had as a kid said it was cause cats don’t automatically take to a person like dogs do.” He picked up her back foot and gently squish her paw pad to spread out her toe beans just to see her claws flex out.

“Cause they don’t listen. You can’t make ‘em listen, you can’t make ‘em do anything they don’t want.”

“I’m glad I met you.” He nodded. “You’re sweet, makes me… hmm, I wouldn’t say regretful. Just dissatisfied about before.”

“That’s okay though.” He sighed, “personal growth and whatnot.”

“I hope your momma won’t be too upset. I promised I’d start telling her before I visited, but you know tonight wasn’t really planned ahead and I got side tracked, and then sidetracked again, cause I’m here talking to you!” He chuckled, giving her a head pat.

“So hang out in here, okay kitty? I’ve got things to do.” He chuckled, unlacing his boots and setting them beside the front door, he made sure his socks were pulled up beneath his jeans and his gloves and sleeves were as they should be.

He crept back into your room, shutting the door behind him, thankful that you’d stayed naked after your evening escapade. You’d sprawled out, one leg bent and your arm above your head, the other hidden beneath the blanket along with your chest, middle and other leg. Anakin walked to the window and opened the curtain just the tiniest bit, allowing a sliver of moonlight to cast a pearly sheen across your exposed skin.

He stood and stared for a long while, having missed the scene before him. So many times he’d slunk in the shadows of your room, clinging to the wall to avoid disrupting that very beam of moonlight. He would scowl and chide you in his mind for leaving the curtains open, but he’d always, always, stop and observe the way you breathed under the pale periwinkle tinted light.

Once he’d had his fill of your nighttime innocence, he closed the curtain and returned you to the black of slumber, preparing to drag you with him on his path to midnight madness.

He lifted the blanket and folded it over out of his way, using the pretty patterned top sheet to cover his head after taking off his mask and placed it on the bed beside him.

Just for the extra security he tugged up his hood as well and hoped that he wouldn’t sweat to death before he could make you finish.

Slowly pushing your legs apart, he smiled at the soft breath you took in when he gently held your hip so that you wouldn’t shift out of position. Anakin pulled off his right hand glove and shoved it in his back pocket so it wouldn’t get lost beneath the sheets.

He kissed along your outer lips, pressing his nose against the crease at the apex of your thighs, inhaling the scent of you and dragging his tongue along behind as his nose traveled up that crease until he reached your hip, where the waist band of your panties should be. He took a moment to nuzzle into the softness of your lower belly, showering your satin skin with kisses before returning to your slit.

His mouth hovered over your folds as if he were mentally preparing himself to savor you slowly, compared to the fast-paced feasts he’d had on you earlier in the day.

With his tongue laid out flat he licked up the remnants of his cum and yours, introducing you to the warm ball centered toward the front of his tongue, purposely letting it catch against your clit. He breathed through his nose, leaving his tongue flat to circle and flick the metal ball over your clit, smiling in triumph when you jolted at the first movement.

He circled your entrance with the calloused pad of his thumb, slurping up your creamy slick from your folds. He flexed his tongue to swipe it side to side the bottom ball of the metal bar scraped along his bottom row of teeth, making a dull metallic sound that seemed much louder to Anakin than it was in reality so he halted his movements to listen for a change in your breathing.

After ensuring you wouldn’t ruin his fun too early he continued his gentle licks and prods of his tongue to your leaking hole. He pulled his mask closer to him, he needed to feel your heat around his fingers and he knew it wouldn’t take too long before you realized what was happening. After all, you didn’t drink your tea.

Inserting one finger slowly his curved it upward and flicked his tongue side to side at the same pace of his finger. He felt you stir beneath him, so he placed a sloppy kiss to your clit. Lazily licking across you rather than giving you calculated movements. He pushed in a second finger, groaning loudly at the squelch when your cunt hungrily sucked in the extra digit.

Your hands came down to push him away, trying to close your legs in your half-awake state.

“Ani?” You asked, trying to cover your drenched pussy with your hand when you felt an unfamiliar sensation slide over your clit, smooth and warm.

Anakin’s ego skyrocketed, but his penchant for deviant behavior told him that statement should be punished by Ghost. Although he’d have to make that decision later because you were getting whiny and impatient.

“Anakin, please.” You mumbled. “What’s that?”

Anakin halted his movements and slipped on his mask and quickly shoved his hand in his glove.

“I’ll give you one more guess little doe.” The modified voice cut through the fog of your sleep and you bolted upright.

“Ghost?” You gasped in surprise, pulling the blankets back over you. “You didn’t- why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“Don’t be embarrassed baby,” he cooed, tugging the blankets away and running his leather hands up your stomach, stopping just beneath your tits. “This is an emergency visit and-“

“What?” You asked in confusion, your eyebrows furrowed. “What happened? What did you do?”

“Um… ow. Hurtful.” He said in a disappointed tone. “I didn’t do anything except develop a raging hard-on.”

“You ass!” You shouted, smacking at his arm. “You scared me!”

“Hey.” He barked. “Maybe next time let me finish talking yeah? Jumping to conclusions like that’ll strain a muscle.”

You stared at him in a state of… not shock or fear, but a bewildered sort of amusement. Once again: the audacity of this man is astounding.

“What?” He asked, sounding irritated.

“I don’t- I don’t know.” You snorted, covering your mouth to stifle a laugh.

“W-wha… hey?” He stammered, confused by your laughter. “Are you laughing? What’s funny?”

“You.” Another laughed bubbled up from your chest.

“Wait- what? You… you’re...” His mouth gaping beneath his mask. “Are you for real?”

“Oh- I’m sorry no… no don’t be mad.” You said reaching out but snatching your hand back quickly after remembering what happened last time you touched him like that without permission.

“Mad?” His voice crackled, the modified voice hinting at hurt in his tone. “Why- why would you think I’m mad?”

“Doe, I’m… that makes me happy.” He said quietly. “This is the first time I’ve made you laugh.”

“What?” You scoffed, “no it’s not.”

“It is.” He said solemnly. “Trust me I keep track of things like that.”

“But-“

“No, no. Trust me.” He said, straddling your legs but not putting any weight on you. “You’ve done that dorky anxious laugh a few times. But I mean… that was a real one.”

“Are you sure?” You asked, your face falling when you realized he was probably right.

“Doe, I’m sure about everything when it comes to you.” He said low and serious, inching closer.

“I’m sorry.” You said, feeling horrible. “That- I’m sorry, that makes me feel bad.”

“Don’t.” He said sternly. “Don’t feel bad.”

“I just had the most fitting conversation earlier today.” He said slowly. “Talking about things and waiting till they’re ready. You laughed cause you were ready.” He said with a defining nod, cupping your cheeks with both hands and carefully caressing your under eyes.

“I’ve always been in favor of positive reinforcement.” Anakin said, smiling to himself. “Do you think you deserve a reward?”

“What is it?” You asked suspiciously, looking him over.

“Something new.” Anakin said simply.

“But,” he said, tilting his head toward you. “You have to promise that you’ll listen to me.”

“Okay…” you nodded cautiously.

“Good girl.” He gave you a curt nod in return, breathing deeply. “Now, I’m gonna give you some very simple instructions. If you do not listen, if you don’t follow them with precision, there will be consequences. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.” You nodded, frowning slightly.

Anakin very tenderly rested his leathered thumbs over your eyes, gingerly closing them and so, so, so carefully making sure they stayed closed.

“Listen closely.” His voice low and dangerous. “When I tell you it’s okay, I want you to take my mask off.”

“What?” You jolted in shock, this was not what you expected at all, you assumed it would be something much more… raunchy.

“Shut up.” He said sharply. “Quiet, listen to me.”

“Sorry.” You whispered, biting down on your lip and fidgeting with your fingers.

“When I tell you it’s okay, you are going to take off my mask. You’re going to be quiet. You’re not going to talk. You’re not going to hear me talk. You will not move. You will keep the mask in your hands, in your lap, and you will not touch me.” Anakin’s voice was clearly conveying a seriousness that couldn’t be ignored.

“Yes sir.” You nodded.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say to me?” He dropped his hands immediately and squeaked out the most pitiful unfiltered noise a man could make.

He didn’t hide it when he palmed his cock, he didn’t seem surprised when you moaned after he grabbed your face. He did lean down, eye level to you and lace his free hand’s long fingers with yours.

“Say it again f’me doe.” He groaned, shifting uncomfortably from his throbbing length.

“Yes sir.” You repeated in a smaller, less confident voice. You hadn’t expected a reaction like this, you’d meant for it to come out snarky…

“New plan.” He grunted, fisting your hair at the top of your head to pull you into sitting position.

He got down off the bed and grabbed his bag from the floor, pulling out a pretty, pink, silk handkerchief and tossing it at you. Along with a pair of padded pink fabric handcuffs, Velcro, not metal clasps.

“What are you… what’s this?” You asked in surprise, an amused smirk on your lips.

“Well, you know the tape ah- just… oh fuck off.” He huffed folding the handkerchief to make a blindfold and carefully tying it tightly around your head, guiding your arms behind your back.

You heard the loud *skrrrriiip* of the Velcro coming apart, then felt the soft liner enveloping each wrist.

“No gag this time?” You huffed, annoyed that he hadn’t finished his sentence, his explanation.

His belt buckle clanked around and he undid his zipper, guiding you to your knees in front of him. He pried your mouth open and pinched the tip of your tongue between his fingers, pulling it slightly before roughly pushing your head down, forcing his girthy length into your mouth.

“Gag on this.” He grunted, holding your head still while you choked around his fat cockhead, your eyes already beginning to water.

He thrust himself in shallow strokes but made sure to hit the back of your mouth every time as punishment, drool dripping down your bottom lip and onto his weighty balls each time they smacked the underside of your chin.

“I w-was gonna kiss you.” He gritted out, causing you to pull back in an effort to say something, but he forced you back down, fucking into your throat alittle deeper.

“Jesus, just listen damnit.” He barked out at you, tugging your hair. “I was trying to… fuck that feels good- mmph.” A puff of air left his nose and he inhaled through his mouth in a shaky gasp.

“Tryin’ to kiss you, m-make it special and soft.” He grunted. “Tried to get you something alittle nicer than some tape from the junk drawer and an old bandana.”

“Should’ve known better.” He groaned, gritting his teeth while he listened to your labored breathing.

“Bitchy little ungrateful brat.” He spat, thrusting harder after he’d said it just to drive his point home.

“Y-you would’ve still gotten your kiss if you hadn’t of smart mouthed me.” He panted. “Now you’re just gonna get a belly full of cum.”

“When are you going to learn?” He chuckled, looking down at you and red tinted face. He pulled out his phone, turning on the flash and hitting record.

“You were being such a good girl.” He moaned, low and gravely. “Callin’ me sir? Good manners. That was a good job, little doe.”

“Then you you went and screwed it up didn’t you? Hmm?” His condescending tone sent a zap of lighting to your core. “Smart mouthing me like I’d let you get away with it.” He scoffed.

“Apologize to me sweetheart.” He demanded, grabbing you by the neck just beneath your jaw and squeezing when you didn’t answer. “C’mon you know you were bad.”

You breathed out through flared nostrils and blinked away your tears, you spoke as best you could but of course it was hardly more than a few choppy sounds.

“Don’t you know you shouldn’t talk with a full mouth?” He laughed, smacking your cheek gently.

“Oh don’t do that baby.” He cooed, his hips slowing as you tried to wriggle free from your restraints.

“Tell you what…” He pulled up your blind fold and tossed it aside. “let’s play a game.” He grunted. “Just be still for a second okay? Then we’ll talk.” He carded his fingers through your hair and nearly keeled over on the spot when your eyelids fluttered, showing just the whites of your eyes.

He doubled over, accidentally shoving his length farther than he meant to, shooting salty ropes down your throat, a choked moan left his lips as his knees buckled slightly.

“Holy shit- oh fuck…” He panted, doing his best to pull back slowly so as not to hurt you. “Sorry baby.” He mumbled sheepishly, quickly tucking himself back in his boxers.

“You okay?” He breathed out, crouching down and getting on your level after stopping the recording.

“Mhm.” Your lungs felt heavy, coughing from your sore throat. “M’fine.”

“Stand up.” He said firmly, but not in a commanding way, more of a ‘I know what’s best for you please just do it’ way.

You nodded and stood up to face him, waiting for further details but you got none. Anakin spun you around and removed your cuffs, grunting in approval when he saw he’d managed not to mar up your pretty skin on accident with these new bindings.

Then, gentle hands on your shoulders turned you back around. He just stood there and stared at you. You hated when he did that, it was so hard to judge his mood already. But when he was quiet and still? Impossible.

“Do you know what a safe word is?” He asked.

“Yes…” you said, looking off to the side.

“Good. Yours is purple, got it?” He asked, gripping your chin.

“Okay. Safe word is purple.” You nodded, gauging his unmoving form cautiously.

“Put on some pjs.” He said plainly, flipping out his knife, one you hadn’t seen before, just to play with while he waited.

“Is that new?” You asked quietly, trying to make some kind of semi-normal conversation.

“What? This?” He asked, flipping it closed and holding it out to you.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Is it?”

“You noticed.” He said simply, swinging his hand side to side in a gesture for you to take it.

“I’m smarter than I look.” You snorted, taking it from him and carefully opening it.

“We’ll see.” He said in a flat tone, his mood changed slightly now.

“Roses?” You asked, closing the handles back to look at the carved design in black metal with red backing.

“I bought that one just for you. I thought maybe you wouldn’t mind it as much if it were pretty.” He said softly, reaching his hand up behind his head to scratch his neck as though he were anxious.

“I- well.” You sighed, stunned by him for the thousandth time. “That’s actually very sweet Ghost.”

You awkwardly handed it back to him, unsure how to navigate this calmer water with him. You gave him a crooked smile and finished getting dressed.

“No.” He shook his head. “Not that. I like that one.” He said, crossing his arms.

“Fine.” You slipped back out of the matching set you had chosen, and tossed it in the drawer without folding it.

“Move.” He grunted, pulling out your bottom drawer and grabbed an old tshirt of Anakin’s and a pair of his loose boxers that you sometimes wore as shorts. “Put them on.”

You scowled, but tried to bite back your words. In some strange way of his own he was being nicer. He was trying. He obviously felt terribly about how he’d scared you into a panic attack, he cared enough to check up on you. You may as well play along.

After getting dressed you put your hands on your hips and faced him squarely.

“Run.”

“What?” You asked in confusion.

“Run.” He barked, his voice gritty and dangerous, he stood up to his full height and flicked open his knife again. “Get movin’, go!”

PART THIRTEEN

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paradiseismine · 9 months ago

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Trevor Spengler +18 Headcanons

Pairing: Trevor Spengler x f!reader

Warnings: just pure filth I guess lol

Summary: I might have the absolute hots for Trevor Spengler and I’m willing to share it with the class.

- Trevor’s main love languages are physical touch and acts of service. He loves to please you in every way possible - so of course, he is more than willing to try basically anything that turns you on.

- He will always always always suckle on your tits like his life depends on it whenever he’s taking your clothes off. His lips are always warm and soft against your nipples, and that gentle suckle will make you moan without fail. And he adores those beautiful sounds you make.

- Trevor lovessss when you wear skirts and dresses to a car ride, as he can easily slide your panties to the side and dip his fingers in your pussy for a quick taste while he’s driving. That boy is addicted to your pussy and will do anything for a taste at any time of the day.

- As matter of fact, he has a thing for skirts and dresses. He thinks you look so pretty and girly in them, so cute and ready for him to claim you.

- Trevor is a big fan of bending you over a table, lifting up your dress or your skirt, lowering your panties just a bit and fucking you till he comes inside your pussy.

- Then, he would make you pull your panties back on and go about your day with his cum leaking out of your pussy. He loves knowing his girl is dripping with his cum, even if you’re not spending the rest of the day together.

- He also loves tying you up. Usually with a silky tie or some other soft material. He wants to dominate you, not hurt you, of course. You’re his princess and should be treated accordingly.

- Blindfolding you also drives him crazy. The fact that you trust him enough to let him do it is just as arousing as the fact that you are always so eager to be his naughty little slut.

- Blowjobs while he’s driving are his soft spot. Whenever you two are on the Ectomobile and you reach for the hem of his pants, he already knows your next move. Having your mouth around his dick while he’s got one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your hair is bound to make him cum in a minute or two. You look so hot and slutty doing that, he simply can’t hold it in.

- Whenever you guys are having sex and you’re on top, the way you shake your hips always makes his eyes roll.

- He’ll moan things like “so tight for me, princess, can I cum already?” “you’re so hot, I could fuck you all day”, “this is the world’s most perfect pussy, I’m so glad you’re mine”.

#finn wolfhard smut #finn wolfhard x reader #mike wheeler x reader #miles fairchild #smut #trevor spengler #Trevor Spengler x reader #mike wheeler #imagine

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drghostwrite · 6 months ago

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Black is my color…

Pairing: Regina Mills x wife!reader

Summary: One jealous Regina.

Warnings: MINORS DNI, smut(like dirty sexy jaw dropping), some kinks (mommy, slight bondage/blindfold, strap on)

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Being married to the mayor was one thing, always looking the part, being a driving force and support system, sometimes even her protector, honestly it wasn’t that bad, Regina had changed and everyone loved her so being mayor was like a no brainer.

Being married to Regina Mills, that was a whole other story, at first it was rough, proving to her that she deserved to be loved the way she loves, too many countless nights were spent arguing or even holding her in your arms as she cried from exhaustion and everything; though no one ever said marriage was easy.

You had your good times too, you had family and friends, you owned half the real estate in Storybrooke, but recently opened a bistro on Main street which allowed you to do your own thing and support Regina any way she needed, even if that meant mid day make out sessions in the office.

It was that time of year again, town hall meetings, because of not only owning half the town and also being the Mayors wife you also had to sit through back to back meetings with her.

“Dear, what’re you wearing?” Regina called out to you as she stood in front of the mirror putting earrings in. Your arms wrapped around her resting your chin on her shoulder.

“if I had my way I would say nothing, I’m going to tell them my wife wasn’t feeling well and I needed to take care of her.” You placed gentle kisses on her neck.

“Hm cute… but really?” She asked a hand coming to your hair as she leaned back into you, you inhaled the scent of her expensive perfume holding her a couple seconds longer.

“how’s this look?” You stepped back and in a moments notice she wanted to jump you, you had on the black knit top that hugged your upper body perfectly, the deep green suit complementing your skin tone the pants hugging your smooth curves, the stilettos peeking out made your legs look amazing.

“Absolutely amazing.” She said kissing you passionately.

“well then Mayor Mills, time to go remind this town what a power couple we are?” You held out your hand.

“Always.” She grinned, taking it and following you out to the car, when you arrived at the town hall you watched as people gathered and whispered among themselves.

when Regina entered the conference room followed by you it fell silent, power just permeating the room, there was a sense of security and gentleness that followed you and it was intimidating to most.

It wasn’t long before the meeting started to get slightly heated. You sat next to Regina, who was now distracted by how good you looked, oh how she wished she could take you right there, in front of everyone.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and looked at you a silent plea for help and immediately you were at her side.

“okay, okay…” you spoke up.

“So you do have a voice?” Gold snarkily replied.

“Gold…” Regina growled lowly, and he smirked.

“Hey she’s pretty persuasive at times… I’ll give her that…” Gold said raising his hands.

“Cause she’s hot, like dirty sexy hot… no offense…” Ruby started explaining, “if you weren’t married to the scariest person alive I would sleep with you.”

“Uhh, Ruby.” Snow gasped as the younger girl shrugged. You heard Regina, a scoff escaping her perfectly painted red lips behind you her signature eyebrow raised.

“Well fortunately enough, I’m happily married and my sex life is not the topic of this meeting.”

“well just saying though, no wonder you always get what you want… Regina’s hot too but you, she’s lucky she got her hands on you first.”

“Amen Sister.” Grumpy added. You knew your wife was on fire behind you as you stood and ended the meeting.

“Honestly if you ever, you know get bored… call me.” Ruby play flirted with you before leaving as you just rolled your eyes.

You felt as Regina quickly grabbed your hand and basically pulled you to the car. The car ride home was silent, Regina sat there not saying a word, you reached over and ran a hand on bare thigh were her skirt was lifted.

“Regina, love are you okay?”

“I’m fine…just ready to be home.” she said with sass and laid a hand on yours, you pulled in the driveway and she followed you in the house.

“I’ll be right there.” You said kissing her perfectly painted lips, going to put your keys away as she brushed past you to go upstairs. When you got up there you could tell something was off but thought maybe she was just tired, your eyes followed her half clothed form as she walked around your room in her underwear and the satin top partially unbuttoned. You wrapped you arms around her from behind, kissing her neck, “Hey, are you sure your okay?” She leaned her neck back to give you more access before turning around and pushing you back.

Soft kisses from you turned into bruising kisses from both of you as she pushed you back onto the bed, on flick of her wrist and you were unclothed, her in just a black lace lingerie set.

“Regina?”

“Dear?”

“Mm…” you said as her kiss stole the words from your lips. You let your hands roam her body, as she did the same to you, but not before she grabbed your hands off of her hips gathering them above your head.

“How much do you love me?”

“more than anything…” you replied.

“and you trust me?”

“with my entire life…” you said as she kissed you, her hands held yours in place as she was above you.

“Hm,” she softly moaned, “then be good for mommy.”

You let out a soft moan as she applied some pressure to your hands, grinding her hips into yours as she straddled you. You saw as she sat back biting her lip, going to move your hands but you felt the soft fabric as it strained against the headboard.

“Baby…” you whined.

“uh uh…” she moaned back, biting her bottom lip.

“mommy?” You asked, with a whine.

“are you asking or telling?” She leaned forward her breasts brushing your stomach as she slithered up your body, her hands roaming the goosebumps forming on your skin.

“I need you…” you whispered breathlessly.

“need me?… come on, you can do better than that…” she said her hands teasing your excited body, “I’m going to make you beg for my attention.” She chuckled darkly, her pupils blown as she pulled a hard nipple into her mouth.

“mommy I need you.” You whined out begging for her to touch you, to fuck you until you were seeing stars.

“if only they could see you now, the sexy and domineering mayors wife, falling apart at my touch.” She whispered in your ear, one hand traveling down to your core, between your legs where she was lying.

she slowly pulled her middle finger through your folds, teasing you, drawing moans from your plump lips. She knew you well, too well, enough that just her skilled fingers brushing against your sensitive clit was bringing you close to the edge, she moved down the bed her breath warm against your core.

“I-shittt, Regina…” you hissed out as she licked up your slit, pulling your clit into her mouth, letting her tongue make magic, you felt one finger then two slide in as she started pumping them, the black satin fabric around your wrist straining as you tried to touch her. You were so close panting, as you were on the verge of climax, then she pulled out, sitting back up to straddle your hips.

“Ughhh…” you let out a frustrated moan as she had robbed you of your high.

“not yet darling,” she said kissing your lips, her tongue roaming your mouth.

“don’t you taste amazing?” She asked you as you could taste you on her lips, she placed kisses on you neck and breast, leaving dark red marks that would definitely be purple by morning.

“the marks…” you struggled to get out, you would leave them on her in the most discreet places knowing that she hated when anyone else could see and yet here she was leaving them everywhere that someone could and would see them.

“I want everyone to know who you belong to, who’s wife you are, who makes you feel this good.” She said marking your body, hands pulling at the restraints as you tried touching her again.

“Damnit… let me touch you, please.” You begged again.

“Only if you’re a good girl.” She said crawling off of you and standing next to the bed, she stripped of her panties throwing them on the bed next to you, she tied another piece of black satin around your eyes, disappearing into your large walk in closet, you tried peering but the fabric wouldn’t let you see anything.

When she returned you felt as the bed dipped beside you and she undid your wrists, she slowly slid the blindfold from your eyes and you shot up on your knees pulling her into a kiss, but you were quickly met with a hand grabbing your hair and pulling you back.

“be a good girl for mommy.” She said her white teeth peeking through her signature smirk. You looked her over seeing the strap on that she currently wore, the thick black dick staring back at you.

“go ahead… show me what you can do.” she trailed as you lowered yourself in front of her pulling it into your mouth, feeling the bumps and ridges on your tongue. She sat there watching, admiring the perfect view of your ass in front of her. You looked up at her making eye contact as she reached down lifting your chin so she could pull you closer to her.

“you ready?”

“yes, mommy.” You said in a low tone watching her lips lightly part.

“Mm, then be a good girl and ride mommy’s dick.” She said sitting down her back against the pillows, you straddled her lap feeling as she positioned the toy at your entrance and you slowly lowered yourself. You hissed as you felt the slight burn as it stretched you, slowly turning into pleasure, you started grinding your hips against hers, the double sided strap on bringing you both pleasure.

you started moving you pace a little faster, “oh god, shit,” you reached out steadying yourself on the head board, your wife taking in the view, you riding the silicone cock, skin glistening, your boobs bouncing in front of her, it wasn’t long before you were both on the verge of climax, she thrusted up into you matching the pace of your hips, her hands gripping onto your hips helping to guide you, keep you steady. You threw your head back, eyes rolling in pleasure as a loud moan escaped from both of your lips. Your orgasms rocked your body, your legs shaking as you felt your muscles clenching.

You stayed there a moment the toy inside of you both as you sat in her lap, letting your breathing steady, gently kissing her lips, breath ghosting over each other as it slowed, you climbed off of her settling next to her on the bed.

“I would never leave you…” you whispered breathless, “I’m always yours.” You looked at her as she smiled at you and climbed on top of you placing delicate kisses on your lips.

“Dear, I’m not done with you yet.” She whispered in your ear, one hand going down to spread your legs, quickly repositioning herself between them, pushing the silicone toy back into you.

“im not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” you said breathlessly in between moans.

“Not when I’m done with you.” She said thrusting back into you bringing you to the edge of another orgasm.

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teddybeartoji · 8 months ago

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mickey i need ur thoughts on jjk men (esp satoru) helping out and showing love for their partner with autism

like uuuuuuuu i was thinking abt toru keeping a pair of his sunglasses with him hust in case youre visually overwhelmed. ORRRR him teleporting you to a quieter space when he notices that theres too many complex sounds that are upsetting you.

ughhhhh like imagine one of them remembering that pressure is soothing for you and js puts their full body weight whenever you come back home from a bad day.

GUHHHH them keeping candles of your favorite scents and alwaya makes sure to keep your safe foods stocked up whenever you visit

OH NOW I'M REALLY KISSING YOU GRAY MY BELOVED!!! THIS IS SUCH A WONDERFUL LITTLE ASK WAHHH I GOT SO GIDDY

i agree with everything you said!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! now i know that every single one of them would do anything and everything to help you out!! but i did pick some things out that really made me think of them!!! anyway hello my fellow autistic ppl this one is for you all i love you very very much<333

satoru 100% carries extra sunglasses with him and i think he'd actually carry his black blindfold aswell. obvs he's not gonna make you wear it as you're moving through public but he'd lead you to a quiet spot and then just let you have a moment. he's either sitting you down next to him or he's holding you against his chest, protecting you from every single ray of light that could possibly make it any worse for you. bc honestly... sunglasses are sometimes just not enough for me personally. i've had my fair share of times where i just have to cover my eyes with my hands bc it just hurts so much.

we all know that satoru is a big yapper but i know he needs his quiet time too. i think he would love to just Do Nothing with you in complete silence. maybe you're both just taking a nap together, maybe you're just laying in the sun out in the park. maybe you're resting your head on his lap, maybe he's resting his on yours. it's all just about gentle touches and looks.

he loves it when you ramble and he's literally your biggest hypeman!! he's ready to spend all of his fucking money on you and any fucking equipment you could ever need. you want a new game or a new console? they're both already waiting for you at home. you want to start drawing? he has already ordered a tablet for you to practise on. you want to get into photography? he's buying you a camera and three different lenses. he wants you to be happy and he wants you to be able to do everything you could ever possibly want. he's just the sweetest guy ever i am crying rn actually:((

he's the best little autism bf btw. bc he gets it. he understand. he knows. he knows all about the light sensitivity. he knows all about the difficulty of eating "normal" foods, always munching on candy and snacks bc that's just easier. he knows about the fidgeting, he knows about the innate need to have somebody lay on top of you. he knows about the rambling and the hyperfixations. he knows about the confusing social clues and the ridiculous differences of speaking tones. he knows about the eye-contact problems - whether you're someone, who struggles to keep it or you're someone, who can't tear your eyes from everybody else just like him - he understands! he knows about being straighforward and speaking exactly what's on your mind and then being scolded for it. he knows about Not Really Understanding personal space. he truly does understand and he's ready to do anything and everything to help you cope with Life.

toji is theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee best weighted blanket and i stand by that. he's so fucking huge and he's so fucking heavy - he's perfect. he's gonna tease you about it but just a little!! you tug him by his hand and he gladly takes his place on top of you bc let's be honest... he's gonna love it, too. he's protecting you! he's taking care of you in a way that doesn't need words! he's trying his best! and if this is what you need - he is going to do it!!!

also with the light and sound sensitivity - he'd gladly pull you into his chest and cover your eyes with his big ass palm. and it would feel soo comforting wtf. the weight of it and just the fact that it's him?? fuck, i know it'd be so good. or your ears. he's placing them on your ears, muffling the overwhelming sounds while cradling you and wahh:(( he'd make you feel so safe.

suguru and shoko and parallel play. it's amazing. they will read a book while you're gaming. or suguru's painting while you're reading. or shoko's having her morning smoke and coffee while you're doing your skincare (i'm sorry i just can't get out the beautiful picture of her sitting on the little windowsill of your bathroom, a cig inbetween her fingers and a cup of coffe in her hand. no words are being spoken - it's just the sound of the birds outside, the water running and her gulping down her little espresso. thank you for listening.)

or suguru's doing his little home workout routine as you're crocheting. or it's you and shoko just laying on your shared bed scrolling on your phones in silence. could literally be whatever. they're gonna glance at you every once in a while, they're gonna ask how you're doing, how you're feeling and then they're gonna give you a tender smile and a kiss on your cheek and continue on. i'm melting just thinking about it.

suguru is obviously also going to be there for you if you have sleeping problems. he understands them all too well and he's pulling out all the stops to help you fall asleep (and himself). he's gonna make the tea one night and you'll make it the next night. it's equal. maybe you're also going to take a lovely little bath together, you'll giggle exhaustedly as you both slur out very stupid jokes and after that you'll both climb under the covers and take turns in listening to each others heartbeats and (hopefully) fall asleep.

shoko and sarcasm. she definitely makes a lot of sarcastic jokes and comments and she'll be a bit confused at first when you just blurt out the good-old "i don't know whether you're joking or not". but i think she'd find it super cute. she'll still occasionally make the comments but she'll make sure to check in whether you got it or not. i think she would tease but she'd do it very lightly (she definitely cackles when satoru doesn't understand sarcasm though lmao but you're her baby and she doesn't want you to feel bad). and i think she would love if you made terrible sarcastic jokes. like she would laugh until there are tears prickling in her eyes and you'd still be like ????? i don't understand and then she'd laugh even more. she's so cute.

kento is always ready to cook for you. he understands how hard it can be, how overwhelming it can be. he doesn't mind it a bit. i truly think this would be good for the both of you! he loves to cook and it's such a relaxing thing for him, and it's even better now that he knows he can see you fill your cheeks with delight. he needs you to eat well and he will make sure you do!

i also think that he's so patient with you and he'd never ever make you feel like you have to speak with him. he buys little plushies that you can turn inside-out, a pink side and a blue side - indicating how you're doing on the Speaking department that day. and these tiny interactive pins and you can express whatever you're feeling without ever speaking a word. he never pressures you in any way, always just reward you with more reassurance and a kiss to your temple.

he's ALSO the best listener. like he never talks over you. never. not even on an accident???? it's a superpower i think. he let's you talk at your own pace and he just stares at you with very soft eyes:((

wait i also think that shoko, utahime and yuki would gladly speak for you. in a sense of if you have social anxiety or you stutter or anything like that, they'd easily take up the task of ordering for you! they literally have all of your orders remembered and everything.

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strawberrystepmom · 7 months ago

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nsfw - ageless/minors dni. i will hard block you.gojo x f!reader. reader is wearing his blindfold. not full blown smut but smut enough. | divider thanks to @cafekitsune, wc 790

“You know I don’t like surprises, Satoru.”

He watches each glossy smack of your lips as you speak, eyes darting between your covered eyes and your pillowy mouth while he ties his blindfold around the back of your head. He tugs at the fabric to ensure it is taut and that you can’t peek, he is the only one allowed to commit that sin thanks to his abilities, and a satisfied hum leaves him when there is no gap between the fabric and the bridge of your nose.

“Is it really a surprise if you already know what I’m going to do to you?”

You are as vulnerable as you’ve ever been without the use of your eyes and your imagination runs wild with the possibilities of what your beloved has in store for you despite the knot of anxiety sitting heavily in your gut. You trust him, right? A smile crosses your face when you smell his hair dangling next to your nose, his fingers expertly working you out of your clothes. You trust him with your heart, life, and then some.

“I guess not but you know I like to see you. Especially after being apart.”

Lower lip sticking out in the most diminutive of pouts, Satoru chuckles and lowers his face to collect any trace of sadness and whoosh it away with a kiss. His soft, perfect mouth envelopes yours, kissing like lovers separated by centuries and not merely a few hours' range for someone who is less incredible than he is. He closed the distance in an instant, a warp through time and space, to land in the bed you share with him. To tie the single piece of fabric that separates him from the rest of the world over your eyes, to find his home between your thighs while you whimper beneath him.

His lips smooth over yours, your clothing further shed with each passing breath. Your work blouse discarded, a silk heap on the ground below. Pants? Unbuttoned and being worked down your thighs, the smell of your arousal and natural fragrance sending his now unburdened senses into overdrive. Your panties, your bra, anything that could possibly separate The Strongest from his goal is treated as nothing but the tiny annoyance it is, lacy piles discarded further down the bed.

What he sees isn’t merely your flesh, although he must admit it’s one of the most beautiful sights his eyes have ever gifted him with. He sees your heart beating rapidly in your chest, the heat spreading from your face to your chest to your cunt - so wet it’s glistening like a star. He exhales and you feel his breath fanning out against your cheeks and lips, hand traveling up the expanse of your thigh while he dips a finger between your folds.

“You must not be having too bad of a time, huh? Just listen to that.”

Full of questions tonight, isn’t he? The sound of your arousal, slick and sticky, punctuates his curiosity. An answer dances on your tongue but he swallows it with another kiss, long digit massaging your folds, working circles around your clit but not quite there, teasing you for responsiveness before he really delves in. He can see the blood pooling in your most sensitive spot, thanking whatever God bestowed this divine gift of Six Eyes on him solely for this image alone. Eyes fluttering closed, he lets his finger lazily drift over your sensitive clit, your back arching in response.

“Baby,” you moan, bottom lip tucking itself between your teeth, nothing more than a plaything for your beloved in this state.

Gojo chuckles again, lips tracing a path down your torso, fingers idly toying with you. His index finger pets your labia, slipping between inner and outer just the way he knows you like, mercifully dipping just the tip of it inside of you. You clench, in shock and pleasure, a babbling moan spilling out of you, walls gripping his finger tightly.

“See, surprises aren’t all bad.” He unsheaths the digit from you, reaching up to pop it into your mouth which you accept gratefully, humming your pleasure against the pad of his finger while it rests on your tongue. Kissing up your neck, your throat, your ear he hums in response, releasing his finger and watching the saliva web between your mouth and his finger.

His cock jumps behind the zipper of his pants, still fully clothed and in control of the situation, eagerly awaiting the moment he decides to surprise you with the fat, beautiful head of him instead of something less satisfying. Until then, he’s content to watch your love for him bloom atop and beneath your skin.

There are surprises yet to come.

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aphroditestempleimagines · 1 year ago

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Sensei

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!Reader - 18+

Words: 2910

Warnings: Office sex, almost getting caught, oral (fem!receiving), lingerie, seduction, come eating, vaginal sex, fingering, rough sex, use of pet names, lowkey punishment/bdsm, nipple play, (expensive) chair sex, desk sex, spanking, creampie, unprotected sex (birth control), hickeys, bruising, slight praise , restrained hands

Summary: You surprise Satoru in his office with a gift you bought for "him".

Author's note: oh you know that chair would be ruined. And the desk. And my prospects in life.

Colour: pure filth

Knock knock knock

You tapped Satoru's door three times, but you would not have had to do it once for him to notice your arrival. You could picture him, smirking in his large leather chair as he said "Come in".

You took a deep breath. It was his birthday, yet he had to stay at the school until the lights were out; then the two of you would go out for dinner and a nightcap to celebrate. But that was not merely enough. He was spending his special day cooped up in a classroom or his office, alone. You calculated your visit to coincide with his break between morning and evening sessions. You tied the belt of your flimsy coat a little firmer, even though you counted on it being thrown on the floor pretty soon, and you wore your best smile before opening the door.

Even though hidden behind his blindfold, you could tell his eyes were brimming with love as he rested his head on his palm. "Won't you look who's here", he smiled, "Couldn't stay away?"

"No", you shut the door with your back, "I had to hand my report to principal Yaga"

"Oh?", his smile fell off. He easily bought excuses like that. But when he saw your wicked grin as you approached he seemed to understand. "And how did that go?", he smirked. He pushed his blindfold over his head, his gorgeous blue eyes taking in his favourite type of view.

You put one knee on his chair, then the other. You climbed on his thighs, straddling his tall body. "He scolded me for what i was wearing. He said it was inappropriate attire for a place of education", you slowly untied your belt, "What do you think, sensei?".

You leaned close to his ear to whisper the last word. Satoru turned his head away, his large hand covering his lips and part of his flushed cheeks. His eyes kept darting at the black piece of lingerie that elegantly framed your curves. "That is ahem", he cleared the lump you placed in his throat, "That is certainly inappropriate". His other hand wrapped around your waist, his leg lifting to push you further on to his chest. His lips broke again into a grin. "I think your teacher should give you a lesson you how to behave", he held your chin with one hand, his thumb teasing your lower lip, "Would you like that, my love?"

"I'll do what my sensei asks me to", you smiled.

Satoru breathed hard. He scanned your body from top to bottom, from the black stockings held up by a lace garter, to your lace panties and bra decorated with small cerulian lilies. "What if your sensei finds you delectable", he pushed his thumb between your lips. His other hand rode up your thigh, "What if he wants to buy you this lovely set anew after he tears this one to pieces"

He took your lips in his, his tongue diving in to explore the cavern of your mouth. He held you by the nape and thigh, pulling you close as he ached to be one with you. His mouth moved to suck on your neck, his nips and kisses trailing down to your shoulder. He twisted a strand of your hair with his finger. "You would not mind if I played a little rough then?", his hand climbed below the band of your panties. He brushed your heated cheek with his thumb. You moved your hips against him, pulling out a low grunt. He held you down, his fingers reaching between your legs to tease your core. "Actually", he said, "I know how to get an answer from you"

He plunged two of his fingers between your walls, his lips returning to steal your moans. With his free hand, he pulled down your bra and held it as a rope tied around you to keep you close. He took one of your breasts in his mouth, his tongue keeping your nipple warm as the other hardened under the brisk air of the room. "See that desk over there?", his eyes gestured to his left, "I'm gonna make you come here on my thigh, then bend you over it and take you from behind until you beg for mercy". He smirked as your walls clenched around his fingers. He climbed up to softly bite your ear. "Oh you liked that?", he murmured in a low tone, "Seems to me it will be more like a reward rather than a punishment"

His fingers stopped moving inside you. His thumb only continued to slowly massage your bud.

"Satoru", you buried your head in his shoulder, your hips trying to move against his restraining hand.

"What is it darling?", he said casually.

"Please"

"Say it", he sucked on your skin below your chin.

"What?"

"Say what you want me to do", he ran his fingers through your hair, "Say that you want me to fuck you as if I own you"

"Gosh", you squinted your eyes as you tightened around his digits, "Yes, Satoru, please. I want you. I want you inside me, ah"

His fingers picked up a steady pace. "Go on", his hand fondled your breast, his blue eyes fixed on yours.

"I-I want-", your sentence was cut short as he sucked on your neck, inevitably leaving a mark this time. "Fuck", he curled his fingers inside you, "Satoru"

He bit your lower lip in approval. He added another one of his digits inside you, your hands pulling at his silver strands of hair as he did. "Tell me what I want to hear", he spoke, his hand landing on your thigh, "Do it and I'll fuck you harder than you've ever had in your life"

"Satoru", his long fingers reached spots inside you that yours could not. You tried to hide your blush in the crook of his neck but he lifted your chin. His eyes looked deep into yours and you could tell they were at least equally filled with lust, if not more.

"Say it", he whispered.

"I", your insides twisted in the prelude of your orgasm,"I want you to fuck me. Fuck me as if you own me"

He took your lips into his. "That's my girl", he breathed as he broke the kiss.

He reached with his other hand to play with your clit, his fingers thrusting faster and harder inside you. Your fingers sought refuge in his silver hair as he buried his face in your chest. His digits curled and scraped your walls inside you until you could not keep down your voice anymore.

"Found it", he smirked as he nipped on your breast, "You want to cum my love?"

"Yes, Satoru", you panted, "Gosh"

"Do it", he leaned back, pulling you with him to thrust his fingers in a better angle, "I want you dripping all over my thigh"

You whined an uninterpretable sound as the knot in your stomach finally broke and you came all over Satoru's expensive trousers. His fingers slow down, squelching as they dove inside your cunt to gather some of your essence before bringing it to his lips. His tongue twirled around them in front of your eyes, putting on a show.

"Gosh", he pulled your flushed face in for a hungry kiss. He kept his hand on your cheek as he broke away, his eyes examining yours. "That face", he breathed, his thumb brushing over your skin, "Don't show anyone else that face, you understand?". He lifted the two of you up from the leather chair. He let you down, using his body to push you to walk backwards towards the desk. "No one else but me", he continued kissing your body, his voice growing desperate, "This face, this heart, this body; they all belong to me". He kissed the curve of your neck. "Say it", he commanded.

"I'm yours Satoru", you planted a kiss near his ear, "I love you. Only you"

His next kiss took your breath away. His body trapped yours against the desk and you knew there was no part of him you could not feel. His fingers laced through your hair, lulling your head back to expose your neck to his teeth.

"You have no idea what you do to me", his voice came strained as his length pressed against the confines of his trousers, "I'm gonna make you repay me for the heart you stole from me".

He turned you around. He put his blindfold over your eyes. Something about the darkness made all your other senses hyperaware. A rip was heart and the brisk air of the room touched the few parts of your lower body your panties used to cover. Gojo used one hand to trap both of yours behind your back.

"Do you want me to do what I want with you?", his fingers stretched open your core, "This is what I want".

He plunged his length inside your walls until his hips met yours. You let out a shriek but your heaving breath soon let Gojo know you were alright. And then, he started moving.

"I want you dumb for my cock", he thrust his hips hard to meet yours in an erotic melody, "I want to be the ONLY reason this fucking pussy gets wet. I want you mewling. I want you drooling. I want you begging me to fuck you some more"

You really stopped thinking straight when it came to him. His words had you clenching on his length. The low moan that escaped his throat drew a whine from you as well. With one hand he bruised your hips, with the other he lovingly held your waist. His thumb massaged your skin with care as he delivered a couple of spanks on your lower cheeks. He took your breath away with each deep thrust, his tip kissing your cervix.

You winced as a hand covered your mouth. Gojo stilled. He pressed his body against yours, his eyes and ears focused on the door. A little later, a knock was heard.

"Gojo-sensei", Itadori's voice came from the other side, "Nanamin just came back. You said you wanted to know"

Gojo pinched your clit, grunting as you bit down on his fingers to avoid moaning. "Thanks Yujji", his voice faked calmness, "I'll be right-"

"What do you want with me again you idiot?", Nanami's deep voice rang behind the closed door, "It is enough that I have to pick up the pieces of your irresponsibility"

The handle of the door started to turn. You held your breath, but that did nothing to stop your heart from racing to escape your chest. Gojo stretched his hand towards the entrance and blocked it with a mild application of Red. His other hand wrapped around your waist to comfort you. You squeezed your lips tight. You could not let your moans escape now that they were freed from your lover's protection.

"The hell?", said Nanami.

"I'm kinda busy right now, I'll meet you outside", said Gojo.

"Busy?", Kento's non-challant voice queried, "What could you possibly be doing?"

"Are you really going to have me say that in front of Yuji?", Suguru mocked, "Man, Nanamin, you really are pervert"

Silence. Gojo placed a soft kiss on your neck. Your face turned redder than a radish. The handle returned to its original position. "Vulgar idiot", Kento said before dragging a very confused Yuji away. Sukuna's laughter could be heard even as they reached the end of the hallway.

Satoru chuckled at the sound of your relief. He held your body close, his face buried in your hair as he inhaled your scent. He placed a few loving kisses over the marks he had left on your skin. "Don't look so disappointed", he pushed you back down as you frowned, "I can still call them back". He tore his blindfold away from your eyes to gaze into their shock. "Would you like that?", he grunted as your walls squeezed him. "Too bad it's never gonna happen", he gave you a single hard thrust, "They don't get to see this view. I alone am the honored one".

He leaned closer to plant kisses on your back. He followed the imprint of your spine from your nape to your waist, all the while slowly drawing circles on your clit and tailbone alike. His lips reached for your ear.

"Y/n", he called softly, almost fearful, "Are you on the pill?"

Your eyes widened at his implication. "Yes", you muttered, your head turning enough for you to meet his gaze.

"Well", his voice dropped into a purr, "Wanna test how effective it is?"

You blushed, hiding your face on the desk. Satoru chuckled as he combed your hair away from your nape.

"Do I take that as a yes?", he showered kisses on your shoulder.

"Mhm", you nodded, your hips trying to wiggle in the small space between his body and the desk.

Satoru left a peck on your nose. He untied your hands and rubbed the small of your back. "You might wanna grab on the desk, my love", he said picking up a slow but precise pace, "I am not gonna hold back"

You smiled. "Good", you said before Gojo thrust his length impossibly deep inside you. You were not going to follow his advice, but one thrust and your hands flung ahead to claw at the edge of the desk. He continued his hard ministrations, his hands harshly gripping your hips. He inserted one of his long fingers next to his length, his thumb pinching your bud again and again. He heaved on top of your back, your name escaping his lips like a prayer from time to time; of all the things he was doing, that soft sound was what had your walls squeezing him the most.

"Satoru", you whined, "I'm gonna..."

"Not yet", he kissed your back, "It'll hurt if you do"

"Satoru"

"Say my name again", he sped up to a rhythm that had your toes curling inside your heels, "i need to hear it. Tell me how good you feel"

"Fuck Satoru", you heaved, your mind barely processing what he was saying as you struggled to keep yourself from collapsing, "So good"

He let out a low grunt. "Ask me", he plead, "Beg me to fill your tight pussy up".

Yor grip on the hardwood of the desk tightened even more. "Please Satoru", you said, "'I want you to do it inside".

You could feel how his length tingled inside you; he was so close. You shut your eyes as its tremble teased your sensitive walls, threatening to throw you over the brim.

Satoru added another finger next to his cock and moved them in tandem. "Better keep it all in", he said, "I'm gonna eat you out after this"

You could not hold back anymore. With a loud moan you desperately tried to muffle under your hand, you came all over Satoru's length. A white ring formed at his base as he continued for a couple of thrusts before pushing his cock all the way in with a thrust that managed to move the heavy desk. He leaned on top of you as thick ropes of his cum shot inside you. He planted sweet kisses on your weakened body before he finally pulled out. You flintched as his fingers gathered the dripping juices from around your folds. He helped you turn and lifted you up to sit on the desk, licking his fingers.

He looked down at your thighs. He brushed his thumb over the reddish tint of the desk's imprint your session had left behind. "I imagined this would happen", he sighed before he kneeled to bury his head between your legs. He kissed across the red lines, just above the edge of your stocking. His hands massaged your tired legs.

"Satoru", you trembled, "What are you doing"

"Hush", he said, "Just lay down"

You did as he said. Your hand reached for his silver hair to pet as he moved further up your leg. He comfortingly brushed his hand up and down your thigh again and again.

"Shouldn't I do that?", you said weakly, "It's your birthday"

"Yes it is", he licked some of your combined essences from your clit, "You told me to do what I wanted to you. And right now I want to do this".

His tongue teased your entrance, diving just a tiny bit inside. And yet, after your lrevious orgasm, even that was enough for you to pull on his hair, keeping him close.

"Can you take tomorrow off?", he asked.

"I think?", you said curiously.

"Good", he returned his lips to your clit, "It'd be weird if others saw you struggle to walk"

He climbed up to kiss you on the lips. It was sweet, and salty, he and you combined.

"We're gonna go out cause I know you worked hard for this", he said between kisses, "But I want you to know that all I'll be thinking about will be you dressed like this; on your knees, on your back, on top of me or below me". He cupped your cheeks as he pulled you in for a deeper kiss, his knee rubbing against your folds. "I want you to be so wet when we get back that I can fuck you behind the closed front door".

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naughtyneganjdm · 3 months ago

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Favorite New Toy

Summary: Getting in trouble landed you into Ray Lasalle's personal chambers where he made a deal with you. Where you end up? Strapped down to his bed completely naked where he gets to have his way with you.

Characters: Ray Lasalle & the reader (OC, second person)

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59596456

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, smut, rough sex, unprotected p in v, no use of Y/N, female reader, little to no plot, leather, praising kink, spanking, over stimulation, bondage, choking, gagging, paddling, dom/sub, slapping, squirting, use of a riding crop, etc.

Notes: This is day 5 to go with this kinktober list. The prompts I chose were Rough Sex and Bondage. This was the character most requested when I started writing it. I realize I'm behind on my days, but I'm working on it. Slowly, but surely.

Trying to move was useless. You were firmly tied down to the bed. Leather straps were wrapped around both your ankles and your wrists. There was no wiggle room or comfort. Nervous energy flooded your veins.

Why did he leave you here so long?

After you got caught boosting cars, you thought you were done for. And then when you ended up in Judge Ray Lasalle’s chambers and he knew that you had been the getaway driver in a few bank robberies, you were sure that your time was up. But then you were given an ultimatum. Work for Ray or go to jail.

Obviously, you picked the first of the two. But then he wanted more from you. And you weren’t eager to turn him down. Ray Lasalle asked you to come to his fancy apartment in Miami. He was rich, powerful and fucking gorgeous. You’d have to be a fool to say no. Plus, he held a power over you. Who knew if saying no would get you in some kind of trouble. Not that you would have said no.

The first thing he did was bring you into his bedroom, have you strip down and then lay at the center of the bed where he bound you. Now he just had you waiting. Which you wondered if this was part of his game. The coloring of the room you were in had a magenta, purple and blue tint to it. Ray was going for a certain aura with the whole vibe of the room.

Resting your head back, you wondered if this was punishment. Making you lay naked. Waiting.

“Comfortable?” a deep rumble of a raspy voice called out to you and you looked over to see Ray leaning against the doorframe wearing a robe. His hair was slicked back, his dimples prominent showing the amusement he had that you seemed tense at the center of his bed.

“Do I look comfortable?” you wondered, your eyes narrowing in frustration.

“Truth be told? I really don’t care,” Ray confessed with a tiny chuckle, moving over toward his dresser where a few bottles of alcohol were sitting. Pouring himself a drink, Ray turned to you and took a seat on the edge of the dresser. Taking a tiny sip of the drink had Ray wincing as he swallowed. “I don’t want you to be comfortable. I want you to be my subservient. I want you to do as I tell you. Even if it makes you uncomfortable.”

Shifting at the center of the bed, you felt a lump growing in your throat. You wondered if the people that Ray worked with knew he was such a freak capable of making anyone do what he wanted.

“You’ve been a bad girl for a long time, I think it’s good for you to finally understand what it’s like to be in this kind of position,” Ray suggested, finishing up his drink. Setting his glass down, he opened one of the drawers and you saw him pulling out several items that had your pulse growing faster. “I want you to understand that I hold your life in my hand. That’s how important this relationship is between the two of us. Do you understand?”

“I’m starting to,” you panted with Ray moving in beside the bed with two things in hand. Sitting on the edge of the bed beside you, he set down a gag that made your eyes gaze over it. What was left in his hands was a blindfold. “Shouldn’t we have a safe word? What if I decide this is too much and I want to stop?”

“You won’t,” Ray assured you with a wink, lifting your head up enough to wrap the blindfold around your eyes. It completely blacked out the light which made you nervous. When you felt his fingers touching your jaw you took the hint that he wanted you to open your mouth so he could put the gag there. The gag was the most uncomfortable part. “Good girl.”

Now you couldn’t speak or see. He was really taking the point home with this whole your life was in his hands thing. Shuddering, you felt his hand faintly skimming over your abdomen having you arch up toward him. Surprisingly, you never wanted to be touched by someone more. Dragging his fingertips over your ribcage, you heard a deep rumble fall from his throat. This was entertaining him. You were shaking and he knew what he was doing to you.

Small shapes were being drawn over your flesh and you sucked in a sharp breath of air. The two of you hadn’t even talked about what was going to happen between you. He just demanded you strip down to nothing and you did. And then in a silent agreeance you let him bound you to the bed. Maybe you should have been more nervous than you actually were. You couldn’t defend yourself from this man and you hardly knew him. Hell, he threatened you the first time you met him, yet you allowed this to happen.

“Look at you,” Ray hummed, his fingertips circling your nipple getting you to purr out at the contact. “You are such a beautiful thing, aren’t you?”

Every touch was soft, just skimming his flesh over yours. Hovering his hand over your chest, he went to the other breast and circled the nipple with his thumb. Your nipples were hard, aching from just the simple touch.

“For so long you’ve been running free, untamed,” Ray rambled finally lowering his palm down between the valley of your breasts. Sliding his hand down, he caressed in over your hip and hummed. “You need to be tamed because you’ve been a very bad girl.”

Your breathing was becoming uneven, making it harder for you to breathe with this gag in your mouth. Tipping your head back, you felt the warmth of his palm slide between your thighs. Grasping at your mound firmly had your heart hammering in your chest. It was just a soft caress over your body, but when he pulled his hand away you knew it was because he wanted to get you riled up.

“You’re lucky someone like me showed up in your life,” you heard him whisper with the weight on the bed adjusting. It was completely dark, you had no idea what he was doing until his short stubble scratched at the flesh just near your navel. Following it was faint kisses that had you purring out which sounded ridiculous against the gag. “The wrong person was going to get their nails in you one day. It’s best for you that it was me.”

Small nibbles against your flesh turned to bites that you were sure was going to leave marks. Kissing down over your hip toward your thighs had you hoping that he would pleasure you, but you knew the idea was too good to be true when he got up from the bed.

“We’re gonna start with something easy,” Ray slurred and it was followed by a gentle tickling sensation right below your bellybutton. The sensation slid up under your breasts and he clicked his tongue at the top of his mouth. You sucked in a sharp breath of air with the faint sensation teasing at your nipples. “It’s a feather teaser. Not too bad, right?”

All you could do was nod as he dragged the feather teaser down between your thighs and then up again to circle each of your breasts. It was then you felt a firm pinch to your nipple causing you to cry out against the gag. He pinched at the other nipple before the soft feathery touch of the teaser was back at your breasts again.

“Maybe we should take it a step up,” he thought aloud and you heard shuffling amongst the darkness. A moment passed before you felt the cool drag of leather up over the inside of your ankle. It made you suck in a sharp breath with the first gentle smack of whatever it was against your thigh. It left your flesh with a tingling, warm sensation. A deep amused rumble filled the air from Ray and he sighed loudly. “You know, the riding crop is essential for horse riding. It keeps the communication open between the rider and the horse. In this situation, I prefer to use it in terms of punishment.”

Another smacking down surrounded you with the pinging sensation over your flesh after he smacked at your inner thigh again. A few more whacks of the riding crop over your flesh had you panting. When he dragged it under your breasts it had you whimpering. At your breasts, he gave your body fainter smacks of it against your skin, but it still made a point.

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” Ray mused with the bed dipping again. The warmth of him beside you was felt. Then his palm covered your warmth again. Caressing at the flesh until he teased his fingers over the length of your sex between your folds. Meeting your clitoris with his rough fingertips had you arching up toward him. “I’m gonna destroy you in the best of ways.”

His touch was rough. You arched your hips up toward him enjoying the circular motions over your sensitive bundle of nerves. It felt like everything was spinning around you along with his touch. Dragging his fingers down from your clitoris to your entrance, he teased small circles over that as well before inserting a long slender digit. Pumping his finger into you, it didn’t take long for him to add a second with his skin smacking up against yours. Rocking toward the movements of his fingers, you did your best not to hyperventilate with this gag in your mouth, but what he was doing felt so good. It was incredibly rough, but he was hitting all the right spots inside of you. Using his opposite hand, Ray caressed at your clit firmly, matching the tempo that he set inside of you.

It was sensory overload. With your eyesight taken from you, it felt like everything was enhanced in sensation twice as much. Every touch, every caress felt amazing. By this alone? You knew that Ray knew how to pleasure the human body. Knowing exactly where to touch, how much pressure to use and how to set a mood.

“Almost there,” Ray’s voice coached you, keeping up the pace. You wanted to cry out, but it just came out as muffled sounds. Your thighs were tremoring with an ache at the pit of your belly. Every inch of you felt like it was on fire with you throwing your head back into the pillows. Continuing to finger you had wet sounds filling the bedroom along with Ray growling. “Good girl.”

Still, even after he made you come he kept up with his movements until he was satisfied. When he pulled his fingers from your body, you were still shaking. Panting against the gag he had in your mouth, you were fighting for air, but still were managing.

“See, I told you I was good for you. I’ll have you squirting plenty more by the time this night is over,” Ray assured you and you wondered how much more you could take. There was a pressure in your head along with your heart racing. You felt it in your chest and temples. Your bounds were being taken off your ankles and Ray was not gentle in the way that he flipped you over onto your stomach. You didn’t have the energy to move. You weren’t going to fight this. “Look at that ass.”

A firm spank to your bottom had you crying out, your hands squeezing tightly into fists. Smack. There was another. Followed by three more. When the weight shifted and he moved from the bed you were thankful. Your flesh was on fire with how hard he was spanking you.

Well, you were thankful. Until you felt the weight of something else at the fleshy part of your bottom. Trying to figure out what it was, it didn’t take long until it was being brought against your ass having you bounce forward. It was undoubtedly a paddle that he was using. Another hit was over your bottom and something that resembled a moan escaped him. Oh, this man was dark. Yet it had you soaking wet, wanting every part of him.

“You like that, don’t you?” Ray hummed, giving your ass a break by palming over it in gentle caresses. You only could picture what it looked like. Your flesh was stinging and you whined when he brought his hand down over your ass again. “Have you had enough with the spanking?”

You could have taken more, but you decided to nod. It made him snicker, but you heard the weight of the paddle dropping on the ground beside the bed. Moving in over you, you felt him straddling you from behind and what followed surprised you. He started massaging your back. Up toward your shoulders and then down again.

Comforting and relaxing you. Well that was a pleasant surprise. And then soft kisses started to follow the caress of his hands. Shuddering, you felt the warmth of his breath pressing in over the side of your neck. The weight of him was over you, trapping you beneath him.

“I have to warn you ahead of time,” Ray whispered, peppering faint kisses at your neck and over your jawline. “I have a big cock. It’s thick. It hurts. Especially with the way I fuck. But the hurt quickly disappears. Are you going to be okay with that?”

You barely considered the question before nodding. If you weren’t comfortable with that, would he really be letting you out of this? No. But the promise of having a big cock gave you something to look forward to.

“Good girl,” he praised you, lowering his hands to squeeze at your sore bottom. “Get up on your knees for me sweetheart.”

That was a harder request. With your hands cuffed to the bed, there was nothing for you to brace your weight on. Trying to get up, you needed his assistance to get you onto your knees. Pushing into the back of your neck, Ray got you how he wanted you. You felt the warmth of him behind you and by the way his body felt against yours, you knew that he was still wearing his robe.

His hands started at your hips, caressing down over toward your thighs. Squeezing at the flesh, he ran his rough palms back up over your lower abdomen and toward your breasts. Gently, he cupped the flesh in his large palms and it had you cooing out. Your body was very confused between both the roughness and tenderness he showed you.

Bucking forward into you had a purr escaping your lips. More than anything you wanted him inside of you right now, but you assumed this was just going to be a night of him doing exactly what he wanted. And right now, he just wanted to touch you. It had you a shaking mess with the way he caressed at all parts of your body.

Gasping against the gag, you tried to balance yourself as he tugged at your hips placing you exactly where he wanted you. Dragging his hands down your back, he gave your ass a firm squeeze. The weight shifted behind you and you felt hot kisses being pressed against your lower back. His hands squeezed at the back of your thighs. And that’s when you felt him nip at your bottom. It had you bouncing forward and he laughed at your flesh.

Mouthing down over your ass toward the back of your thigh, Ray kissed at your flesh until the warmth of his breath lingered over your most intimate parts. It had you tremoring. You were a quivering mess already and he was teasing you with how close he got to you.

“That is such a pretty pussy,” he stammered, his fingertips running a line along the length of your sex. A warmth dragged through your folds and you realized it was the tip of his tongue drawing lines over your body. A growl vibrated against your flesh having you bounce forward, but his hands kept a firm hold of your hips to keep you where you were. You were already sensitive from the orgasm he gave you earlier. Gradually, he started to kiss at your folds, sucking and nibbling occasionally. “Oh, you taste like honey…”

A deep rumble of a groan escape his throat and you bounced your hips back toward him wanting him to go back to pleasuring you. Hell, your body was begging for it. And by the sound he made? He knew it. Instead of giving you exactly what you wanted, he let the warmth of his breath linger over you. You whined. You wished you could talk to beg for him to continue, but this was the reason he put the gag in your mouth. To torture you.

This heightened all of your senses and by the time his mouth covered your body again you were shaking. You were a fucking mess and you knew it. The length of his tongue dragged a line from your clit to your entrance and back again. Repeating his movements a few more times, Ray suckled at your flesh before circling his tongue at your entrance. The grab he had on your body so he could feast on you was strong and forceful. His tongue prodding at your body, plunging into it in a teasing fashion.

Without warning he flipped you onto your back again. A hiss escaped you. The leather cuffs hurt with the way your wrists twisted. Ray hooked an arm around your thigh to pull you close to him. Burying his head between your thighs, his tongue went right back to lapping at your clitoris with his fingers pushing back inside of you. Again, he was focusing on your g-spot while his lips and tongue worked wonders over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You were shaking and tremoring. You wanted to touch him. You wanted to see him. But both of those things weren’t a possibility. He made sure of that. Hell, you couldn’t even beg him to let you see him. The gag made sure of that. You were at his mercy.

What he was doing was testing your limits. Punishing you, but in ways that you didn’t necessarily hate. If this was the kind of punishment he gave out, you’d openly welcome it.

“C’mon sweetheart,” Ray slurred against your flesh sending chills throughout your body. The sound of his voice alone was intoxicating enough, but what he was doing? It was such a euphoric sensation that you just wanted more of it. Whining against the gag, you rocked up toward him. A snicker escaped him before his tongue dragged across your sensitive flesh. For a judge, he knew his way around the human body. Which told you he did this a lot. You weren’t his first, you were his one of many. That thought was quick to leave you though when you felt that all too familiar sensation returning. Desperately rocking your hips against his motions had him humming out when you pulled your hips up and away from him. The sound of his moan filled the air and you were crying out against the gag. After an orgasm like that? You wondered if you were going to make it through the night or if he was actually trying to kill you. “Perfect.”

Your body lay limp at the center of his bed with his fingers lazily pulling themselves from your body. You couldn’t see him, but you knew that he was proud. Arrogance filled the room and his amused sound rumbled around you. This man had turned you into a mess already.

“Now, I hope you continue to be a good girl,” Ray spoke clearly, getting up from the bed. Your head was aching. Your heart racing and your body exhausted, but in the best of ways. “We’re far from done here and I’m gonna need you to keep up with things. Don’t disappoint me.”

God. That made you worried. After all this? The last thing you ever wanted to do was disappoint him because this? This was incredible. You didn’t want things like this to end. No one had been able to bring out orgasms like this from you. Especially so easily.

“I’m gonna take this gag off you, but I don’t want you to say anything. Do you understand?” he reached for your chin, grabbing it firmly between his fingers. A sharp tug had you wincing, but you nodded immediately after. He made his point. “Good girl.”

Right now, he was doing most of the work. You could barely move your body. He knew that. Lifting your head was even harder. When he finally got the gag from your mouth, you let out an involuntary wince. There was a large amount of spit that had come from it being there. The corners of your mouth actually hurt and it left your jaw aching. A thud filled the air and you assumed that it was Ray dropping the gag on the nightstand that was beside the bed.

“You have such beautiful lips,” Ray sat down on the bed beside you reaching out to sweep his thumb in over your bottom lip. Dragging the pad of his thumb agonizingly slow against your flesh caused a purr to fall from your lips. “I bet you give an incredible blowjob with that mouth.”

Taking the hint, you took his thumb between your lips sucking softly at it. A groan escaped him followed by an impressed sound. Instead of allowing you to continue, he pulled his thumb from your lips with a wet sound. Gasping out, you felt his arms hooking around your body to pull you into a seated position with your back against the headboard. It wasn’t the most comfortable position because he didn’t pull you up all the way, but you knew what he was doing.

Once again, he was back on the bed over you. The sounds of what you assumed to be him pulling apart his robe was heard. Pretty soon you were expecting him to be shoving his cock into your mouth, but you were pleasantly surprised when his large hands cupped at your face. That made your breathing uneven with his thumbs caressing at the sides of your face.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” Ray slurred and the warmth of his breath lingering over yours made you want him. God, you didn’t know how much you wanted him to kiss you until this moment. Lifting up, you went in search of him in attempts to kiss him, but you couldn’t find him. This damn blindfold made everything hard. If Ray was going to kiss you? He was going to do it when he wanted to do it. Not when you wanted it. Hushing you, Ray’s bottom lip skimmed over yours and you tremored. Why was this something you wanted so fucking much? “You want me to kiss you?”

Giving a simple nod, you knew that you couldn’t talk. So you didn’t. You imagined you made him smile by your reaction. The warmth of his breath grew closer and you knew that he wasn’t far from you. But you weren’t going to push it. You wanted to show that you could be good.

After what felt like an eternity, Ray covered your lips with his. The kiss was slow, barely giving you more than just a little bit to have you yearning for him. Taking a pause, he pulled back slightly and you wanted to whine, but you didn’t. And you were thankful that you kept your mouth shut because this time he kissed you harder. It was a dominant sweep of his lips over yours, claiming you as his. The grasp his fingers had at your jawline grew tighter. The kiss grew in strength with every caress his mouth made against yours. Something about the way he tasted was addictive. Who were you kidding? Everything about this man was addictive.

The simple brush of his tongue over yours sent chills throughout your entire body. You never wanted him to stop kissing you. Maybe it was because you were blindfolded, but each touch of his lips over yours felt so good that you couldn’t even understand it. With your senses taken away, he knew what to do in order to drive you utterly wild with desire.

Pulling back with a growl, Ray’s fingers slid down over your throat. His thumb pressing at the soft, fleshy part getting you to suck in a sharp breath of air. Movement was felt in front of you. Again, you wished that you could see him. This was incredible, but you felt like getting to see him would have been the most amazing addition to this whole experience.

“Now I’m gonna put my cock in your mouth,” Ray informed you and that excited you. It wasn’t often the idea of giving a man oral sex had you thrilled like this. “I want you to be slow. I want there to be a build up and then I’m gonna be rough with you. I’m gonna wait until your ready and then I’m gonna fuck your throat.”

Licking your lips, you felt a lump growing in your throat, “Nod if you understand.”

Without even giving it any consideration, you nodded.

“Good girl,” he praised you again. This time his movements were slow, the bed dipping when he straddled over your body. Patiently, you waited. Soon you were rewarded with a soft rumble of a moan and you heard movements before you. Imaging what was happening, you pictured that he had just taken himself from his boxers and he was caressing over his body. You must have not been far off because soon you were given the faintest of teases of what you assumed to be the tip of his cock over your lips. Mewling out, you pressed a faint kiss at it. Extending your tongue out, you brushed faintly at the velvety skin getting a sharp exhale to escape his lips. “That’s it.”

Start slow. That was the direction he gave you. So that’s what you did. You wet your lips, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses at the tip of Ray’s manhood. Then you dragged your tongue out across the ridges of it. This was the only way you could create an image of what his dick looked like without seeing it. That movement had him bucking his hips toward you and it made you feel good that he wanted more from you. If he wanted more? You’d give him that. Dragging your tongue over the slit collected the taste of him and it made you moan. If you had your hands, you knew this would be such a better experience for the both of you, but they had now become numb with being cuffed to the headframe. Circling your tongue over his body, you were careful with the way you moved. Not wanting to hurt him.

Parting your lips further, you took Ray into your mouth realizing that he wasn’t totally hard and you could tell that he was being honest with you. By the length of his partially erect cock in your mouth, you knew that he was big. Taking him as far back into your throat as you could, you heard his groan surround you. Then his fingers hooked at the back of your head. Your nose buried against his groin knowing that when he was fully hard that wasn’t going to likely be possible. Dragging your tongue along the underside of his shaft when you pulled back had his length growing harder.

Keeping him in your mouth like this would certainly leave to you choking if you allowed him to get completely rigid in your mouth, so you pulled your head back. It didn’t take long with the bobs of your head and the laps of your tongue at his sensitive flesh for him to be completely solid inside of your mouth.

“That’s it,” he coached you, helping to move your head over his body now. Your tongue lapped at the prominent veins over his shaft, your throat opening up to him to try to give him what he truly desired from you. Spit was collecting at the corners of your mouth, your eyes squeezing shut when he started to follow through with exactly what he promised. Both of his hands grabbed a hold of your head. After that, he started thrusting into your throat. Like this, you couldn’t really bob your head over his length. You just sat there, allowing him to use you the way he needed. You could only breathe out of your nose, your throat making a very wet, gagging sound every time his cock hit the back of it. When you felt like it was too much, he seemed to pick up on it with him pulling his hips back. Spit was dribbling from your lips with you panting, but he seemed to caress over your jawline trying to comfort and calm you. “Open up.”

Your jaw was hurting. Ray didn’t fuck around when he told you that he was thick. Between this and the gag? You were going to be feeling it later. Parting your lips for him allowed him to push his girthy cock back into your mouth and down your throat. Now it was getting harder. Each movement made it hard to breathe and you were fighting gagging. When you felt like he might ease up, he instead pushed you down his cock as far as possible. You didn’t want to wiggle too much. The last thing you wanted was to throw up or actually choke. It lasted what felt like a long time, even if it wasn’t. Coughing, you tried to get the air back into your lungs when he let you pull from his cock. You couldn’t imagine you looked very pretty right now. Tears were developing at your eyes beneath the blindfold from nearly choking and he brought up a lot of spit.

“And now you have me ready for you,” Ray breathed, sweeping his thumb over the side of your face after he collected it again. Rewarding you with a lingering kiss, you knew by the sound that he made that he liked the taste of himself over you. Wincing, you felt him forcefully turn you over again bringing you to your knees. Fuck, he threw you around like a ragdoll and he really didn’t care how rough he was with you. This time you were rewarded with the sensation of his thighs pressing in behind you. Expecting him to just jump right into this was stupid. He didn’t jump right into anything. No, what followed was a firm smack over your bottom. It had you bouncing forward, but he brought you right back to him. God, it hurt. It hurt to the point that it reminded you of all the earlier spanks he did over your bottom previously. And then there was another. And then another. God, you were getting so wet from this. You shouldn’t have. Your ass was going to hurt later but having him spanking you had turned you on more than you ever thought possible. “Oh, honey. You are fucking soaked. I love that.”

Tracing his fingertips over the length of your sex, Ray hummed with your arousal coating his fingers. It sounded like it impressed him that you were actually turned on by this whole thing. There was silence and a lack of touch. You hated it. But you were too afraid to say anything in case he got upset with you. So you waited.

A moment later, you cried out when he led himself toward your entrance. He didn’t wait to thrust forward, sinking the swollen tip into your body. This wasn’t about comfort now. Swiftly, he thrust forward bottoming out inside of you. Filling you completely to the hilt. Involuntarily, you bounced forward, but he pulled you right back to him. He wasn’t going to let you off that easily. Fuck, he felt even bigger inside of you than he did when you were giving him a blowjob. It left you with an ache from the incredibly full, stretching sensation. Staying stagnant inside of you wasn’t helping. Wiggling your hips, you wanted some kind of movement. You needed it.

Tsking, Ray’s grasp on your hips grew tighter, not allowing you to move. You whined.

“Please,” you begged eliciting a disappointed breath. Palming up over the center of your back toward your shoulder, Ray’s fingers wrapped around your mouth to keep you silenced.

“I said no words,” he reminded you, pulling his hips back so it was just the tip barely inside of you. Then he smacked forward, filling you completely again. Gasping against the palm of his hand, your eyes slammed shut. You were feeling all of him. There was no question about that. “Now, I’m gonna take longer because you were bad.”

Smack. Another firm spank covered your bottom with his girthy length inside of you. Panting against his hand, you wished he would just fuck you. But you stayed still like he demanded of you. Yet, you couldn’t stop the tiny tremors that you had on your knees.

“Good girl,” he complimented you, releasing your mouth and returning his hand to your hips. The most delicious sounding moan escaped his throat. Even though he was trying to play a hard game with you here, he still was reacting to how snuggly he fit inside of you. “Goddamn.”

Good. This time you were glad that your pussy was effecting him in that kind of way. Wincing, you felt him pushing into your shoulders to get you to lower down closer to the bed. Not exactly was that the most comfortable of positions with your hands locked into place, but you did what you could. It left your ass in the air allowing him to grab firmly to your hips.

That’s when he finally gave in. At first it was slow movements. Very pronounced and drawn out. Every pull back was agonizing and every thrust forward had you bouncing up toward the headboard. Yeah, you were going to be feeling this tomorrow. Probably even the day after that.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Ray growled out, his fingers digging firmly into your hips helping to lead you over his fat cock time and time again. “I think you just might become my favorite toy to play with.”

So that’s what you were now. His toy?

Focusing more on that would have driven you crazy because soon his thrusts grew in both strength and speed. Now, he was wincing and moaning. Matching the sounds you were making. It was also nice because that ache was starting to mix with pleasure. It was strange how the two walked hand in hand.

“I knew the moment you walked into my court that you would be fun,” Ray boasted, hissing out with his rough thrusts behind you. It wasn’t long before he was plowing into you from behind. It led you further toward the headboard. Crawling forward had him matching your movements until you were up on your knees pressed firmly against the headboard. It gave your wrists a break, but with him on his knees pressed against you from behind it only enhanced the sensation of everything more. Ray’s nose was buried against the side of your neck, his hands holding tightly to your hips with him smacking up against you. Now he had you moaning like a bitch in heat. You wanted to grab onto something, but he was fucking you so masterfully that you honest to God felt like you were going to pass out. “You can say my name.”

Being given permission to speak? That wasn’t something you expected, so you happily took it. Whimpering out his name and moaning it between broken breaths. Which only seemed to fuel him even more.

“You were fucking made for me,” Ray’s arm hooked around the front of you, his fingers connecting with your clit which was already so sensitive. His touch was rough, matching that of his thrusts. The headboard was smacking against the wall helping you to realize just how hard he was fucking you. “Tell me that you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you didn’t have to fight him on that one. Ray bit at your jaw, his winces growing louder. “Jesus Ray.”

An amused rumble followed when he pulled his hips back with another wet sound erupting from your body. Falling in against the headboard, you sobbed with your whole body shaking. That one sent a rush throughout every part of you with an ache at your head that had you certain you blacked out for a moment. Your breathing was uneven with him yanking at your legs to pull you back down the bed. Getting you onto your back, Ray pushed into your thighs getting your legs up toward your chest.

Balancing his weight on his palms, Ray moved in over you and you liked the weight of him there. Hissing out, Ray thrust forward and he was inside of you again with one fluid movement. You enjoyed that he was a verbal lover. This wouldn’t have been anywhere near as good if he wasn’t. His moans were like music to your ears. When you heard it, you just wanted more.

Again the headboard was slamming against the wall. You were surprised that the bed nor the wall was breaking. This was the hardest fuck you had ever been given in your life, but you liked it. It was going to drain you and it would leave you aching, but you knew you’d be thanking Ray for it afterwards.

“Do you like squirting like a fucking fountain?” Ray breathed out, pushing himself in closer to you.

Fuck, you were too lost in this to even respond. The drag of his hand across the side of your face was felt followed by him firmly smacking at your cheek. Hissing in a sharp breath, you nodded and he chuckled, “I fucking love it.”

“Of course you do,” Ray lowered down enough to press a kiss at the tender flesh over the side of your face. Every plunge in this position felt that much deeper and he was hitting spots you wondered if you ever felt before with another man. “You fucking belong to me now. You understand that?”

You nodded. When he smacked at your face again, you knew that he wanted you to speak, “Yes. I’m yours. I don’t want to be anyone else’s.”

“That’s a good girl,” he rumbled, driving you crazy with the way his body moved inside of yours. Not to sound pathetic, but you actually did wonder if Ray had ever killed someone before because this was all very extreme and hard on the body. Of course, it wouldn’t be a horrible way to die. Being forced to have multiple earth-shattering orgasms was probably a good way to go for most people. “I want you to try something. Something that feels really good and I know from experience. I’m gonna make you come, but I’m going to be choking you. Is that okay?”

Shockingly, you nodded. Lowering your legs, Ray’s body covered yours, balancing his weight on his left arm. Wincing when his fingers curled around your throat, you felt only a soft pressure at first. You were surprised that he asked for your permission with this one, “If it gets to be too much, tap the headboard.”

One single nod was all it took for Ray to be back at pounding inside of you again. And that’s when his grasp tightened. It was firm and you wondered if you were going to be regretting this. By the sounds that Ray was making, you assumed he was close to his release too. Lifting your hips, you wanted to meet every thrust he made over you. You loved that deep penetration, especially with how full you felt with him. Having your hips lifted allowed the friction of his groin against your clit too which only made this whole thing enhanced.

Fuck, you were starting to get lightheaded. Maybe this was too much.

“Your pussy is so perfect,” Ray hummed against your ear and it sent chills throughout your body. “When I come, I’m going to fill you up with my cum. Paint the walls of your tight little cunt with my seed. Would you like that.”

With a tiny nod, you knew you couldn’t do much more. Especially since his fingers were wrapped so firmly around your throat. By now the ache was growing. Both in your head and in the pit of your belly. Something that resembled a gurgled moan was escaping your lips from the air that you still had. Your brain wanted to tap the headboard, but your body wanted this oncoming orgasm. With a wail, your whole body shook and Ray’s lips covered yours. Kissing you firmly and being very dominant with you. Even with your orgasm, his grasp didn’t let up. Things felt like they were fading, but you didn’t know since your world was already dark.

“Fuck…” Ray roared against your lips smacking firmly up against you, his fingers releasing your throat. Inhaling sharply had the air filling your lungs again and everything felt like it was spinning. Inside of you, you felt him throbbing. His release was warm with him bucking up against you through his orgasm. And by the time he was done, Ray had fallen in over you with his head buried against the side of your neck. Silence filled the room, you didn’t have the strength to speak or move. By the time he unhooked your wrists, you didn’t know if you even had any sensation left in your arms. It would likely take a while for it to come back. Ray’s fingers hooked with yours and you knew that his cock was growing soft inside of you. “Amazing.”

Pushing the blindfold from over your eyes did nothing at first. It took a while for your eyes to grow used to the dim light again, but by the time that your eyesight finally did come back, it made your heart skip a beat. Ray’s hair was messy and his body was covered in a thin sheet of sweat. It had the dark curls of hair sticking to the flesh of his torso.

“You okay?” Ray confirmed, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip which you happily kissed at. It made him smile and suck in a sharp breath of air. You nodded. “Good.”

Getting up on his knees, Ray pushed into your thighs watching closely when he pulled his cock from your body. The sensation of his cum sliding down your body was hard to miss and the smile he had over his handsome features told you that he enjoyed it.

“Give yourself some time,” Ray instructed, sweeping his thumb across your clit and it had your hips tremoring against him. An amused rumble escaped his parted lips when he pulled back and away from you. It was the first time you got to see his naked body and you actually appreciated the way it looked. Moving toward the bathroom, Ray reached for a wet hand towel to wipe himself off and your throat went dry looking at him. Rolling over onto your stomach, you were in absolute awe of him. Noticing that you were watching him had Ray’s smile growing larger over his features. Moving back into the room, Ray snatched his robe from the floor and pulled it over his naked form leaving it still open in the front. “You are so high off my cock right now.”

Pouring himself another drink, Ray took his time finishing that one down before moving in beside the bed again to lower himself beside you. Caressing over the lengths of your body, Ray hummed and nodded slowly, “I think this is gonna be the best business proposition of your life.”

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