#and you fucks wanna replace that with a KISS?

[bunnipuffs]

cw. overstim !

pussy drunk ellie ── .♡

it’s hot. scorching. your body feels like it’s on fire, tingles spreading down your legs and up your arms. you’ve wrung yet another orgasm out of yourself, probably your fourth one by now, but she’s not done. haven’t had enough.

you look down for a moment—your eyes finding ellie’s. her lips are latched onto your cunt, warm and wet, milking every last drop you’ve poured out for her. her hands are gripping at your hips tightly. you grind down on her mouth, once, twice, fucking yourself on her slowly. the over sensitivity makes you shudder, shaky gasps as ellie continues licking at you. her lips are covered in your slick, chin messy and sticky. her nose is covered in your arousal too, and ellie can feel herself going insane from your scent. it’s purely you, nothing else, just you. you can faintly see the glossiness in her eyes, the pink blush spread across her cheeks. if you pay attention, you can feel her slightly thrust up against the air, her own arousal coating her inner thighs. she wants to be consumed by you. wants to smell you, taste you, feel you come all over her face and mark her. her brain is going hazy at your sweet pussy almost suffocating her.

when you still for a moment, catching your breath, her fingers are digging into your skin immediately. she drags you up and down on her mouth like she’ll die without it. the pace is sloppy, too fast, and you’re whimpering when your clit bumps against her nose over and over again. she’s gasping against your pussy, “no, babe, c’mon keep going, please.” ellie’s throat tightening, she can’t breathe properly—but you’re addicting. the wet slide of your folds against her face is better than anything she’s ever had, and she finds herself moaning into your cunt when something drips down her neck, probably a mix of her spit and your slick. the feeling spurs her on, a loud whimper of her name when she slides the tip of her tongue into your heat.

“ah, ellie, too much..” you’re moaning uncontrollably, hands finding ellie’s hair. she’s shaking her head under you, moving you against her like you weighed nothing. “you taste so good, just give me one more, i know you can.”

when ellie was like this, which was often, it was hard to stop her. she was completely obsessed with you, your pussy. she loved making you writhe above her, feeling you shake against her lips when you came. she pulls orgasm after orgasm out of your body until you’re limp, your hair sticking to your forehead and that pretty breathy moan of her name when you’ve been fucked dry. and of course, as usual, today was one of those nights.

you’re on the verge of tears, grip tightening impossibly on her hair. she slaps you gently on your ass, “keep movin’, don’t stop babe,” she slowly releases her hold on your body, smiling against your messy cunt when you fuck yourself on her again. “i wanna feel you make a mess again, give it to me, please.”

the desperation in her voice is what makes you finish, your orgasm almost painful, too sensitive, your legs twitching violently and your pussy clenching when ellie continues to lick you through it. your ears are ringing, vision going blurry as you rock yourself shakily against her face—no aim, no momentum, just loud whimpers of your girlfriend’s name and your overused cunt brushing against her face. you can vaguely hear the pornographic slurps below you, she’s cleaning you up, her favorite part of eating you out. the way you taste is so sweet, something that could never be replaced. it drives ellie crazy.

so you’re not surprised when ellie only gives you a few minutes to recover, not even a little bit shocked when ellie hasn’t moved you off of her yet, kissing you like she always did after she was done with you. her calloused hands find your hips again like routine, gently shifting you up and down her dirty mouth again.

“one more?”

[luigisleftshoe]

Frat Boy/College Luigi headcanons

Essentially what it would have been liked if you dated him in college 

I feel like he was a bit of a social chameleon back in the day. Like he can party and be the loud, fun, beer-pong god when he wants to be– but also once the final call of “IF YOUR NOT A BROTHER OR FUCKING A BROTHER” hes in his room grinding leetcode.

I feel like he's lowkey super cocky but in a very lovable way. Like talks big game but is a total sweetie pie when it comes to you. He's always super earnest and tries really hard not to mess it up. 

Is super anal about the rules during beer pong. “YOUR ELBOWS NEED TO BE BACK” ass bitch. He trash talks the entire time too. 

Will absolutely flex during beer pong if you’re watching.Over-the-top dramatic tosses just to make you laugh. Then grinning like a dumbass when you cheer for him.

Gets stupidly cocky when you’re winning. Points at you across the table like "THIS ONE RIGHT HERE. SHE’S A KILLER. SHE’S DANGEROUS." Chest out, grinning like he just invented beer pong himself.

Trash talks to the other team but immediately turns soft to you: Leans down, low voice in your ear: "You look so good when you’re competitive, babe. Kinda wanna take you home right now."

Lowkey he's the unofficial tech support of the frat house. Sets up the Wifi, fixes the smart TV and replaces the sound system. Whenever the brothers break something digital, they come knocking like “Bro you’re in CS fix it please”

Has an absolutely janky gaming setup in his frat house room. Like I feel like we all knew that one guy in college who brought his entire gaming setup with him and that was him. LED lights everywhere, cords tangled like a small jungle, and like monitors on too small of a desk. His room will be pretty spik and span tho. Like he does not give me messy vibes tbh. 

His room is the “safe” room. His personal room is surprisingly clean, smells good, has a half-dead succulent on the window sill, and is always stocked with energy drinks. He will absolutely pull you away from the chaos at a party to “take a break” in his room...and definitely hopes you’ll stay over.

Brings you to tailgates and makes you sit on his lap the whole time.(You’re wearing his oversized frat hoodie because you “forgot your jacket” — he 100% orchestrated this.)

You’re trying to study seriously. He’s trying to code. Every 15 minutes he gets bored and pokes you like "Babe... pay attention to me... look I made a stupid script that says I love you over and over." If you actually get mad because you’re stressed, he gets quiet for a minute...then gets up and brings you a Red Bull and kisses the top of your head like "Sorry. You're gonna crush it. I'll shut up now."

Every time you wear his hoodie to class, he texts you dumb, filthy things like "wearing my hoodie just reminds you who you belong to, huh babe?" followed immediately by "sorry that was horny, good luck on your midterm tho."

Pulls you into the coat closet at a party just to make out, then yells, "OCCUPIED!" if anyone tries to open the door. 

Takes advantage of "one bed" situations on frat formals like "well babe guess we have to share... what a tragedy... crazy how that happens."

Tries to act chill, but you catch him coding in the dark at 3AM, hoodie up, headphones in, completely tense. You have to climb onto his lap, steal his laptop away, and force him to take breaks because he literally won’t unless you make him. Once he realizes you’re taking care of him he melts, leans back into you, buries his face in your neck, mumbling "You're too good for me. I’m gonna marry you."

The “Designated Social Chair” (But Pretends He’s Not) He's not officially in charge of parties... but somehow he's planning 90% of them. Knows the bouncer, the bartender, and the delivery guy by first name. Will drunk-plan an entire formal event around "what theme would my girl look hottest in." (Fully votes for Casino Night just because he thinks you in a cocktail dress will ruin him.)

Sober Monitoring but Bad at It. Takes a turn being the "sober monitor" at a party. Takes his job way too seriously for about 30 minutes. By midnight he’s tipsy and yelling at a freshman about how to properly do keg stands, dragging you into it like "babe show him how it’s done."

Wear your hair tie around his wrist like it’s a friendship bracelet.

Tell the bartender you’re celebrating your anniversary even when you’re not just to get you free shots.

Will not let you walk home alone. Ever. Even if he’s blackout, even if you live two feet away — he's walking you.

Pulls you onto his lap at a party and lowkey grips your hips harder than necessary when you start to get up —growls in your ear like "Where you think you're going, baby?" (completely ignores the 30 people in the room.)

You dare him to go a whole party without touching you —he lasts maybe 20 minutes before hauling you into a dark hallway, caging you against the wall, and whispering,"You win. Happy? Now shut up and let me kiss you."

Makes out with you sloppily against the fridge at a party because he’s drunk and needy and has no shame.

At parties, he’s grinning and teasing and being everyone's favorite, but his hand is always somewhere low on your waist, thumb slipping under your shirt — just enough to keep you feeling it without anyone noticing. 

If someone flirts with you? He doesn't start drama. He just pulls you back against his chest, leans down all slow, and murmurs in your ear: "Think you're funny teasing me like that? Wait till we get home." (All while smiling like an angel.)

A very clingy drunk. Half-whining, half-muttering shit like: "You have no idea what you do to me, babe.", "I can't even think straight when you wear my clothes.", "Swear to god I’d skip rush week just to stay home and fuck you all night."

Sends you stupid texts like "wya" -> "i miss ur face" -> "also ur ass" -> "mostly ur face but also ass"  in rapid succession.

Oh but if your the one to flirt with him and make moves at the party man is a blushing mess. He doesn't know what to do. You flirt aggressively at a party? He blushes like a virgin and immediately forgets how to form sentences. Stammers something dumb like "babe don't play with me like that" while internally combusting.

Gets into “philosophy debates” drunk. Will randomly drunkenly corner you at 2AM like: "Babe... babe listen... what if life is just one big recursion function we’re stuck in."Has absolutely argued for 30 minutes that “love is just the optimal solution for biological survival” and then kissed you like his life depended on it.

[themeraldee]

How would John feel about someone who stops doing something important to pay attention to him?

He's always felt ignored by everyone, Madelyn, Maeve, and now he has someone who, when he gets angry or sad, stops whatever he's doing because "his love is more important than everything." It would be a sweet thing to read, lol.

Homelander has had enough of everyone's dismissal of his importance. What gives them the right to ignore him, discard him, treat him as a lowly supe—if that. They treat him as if he wasn't at the top of the food chain, only sparing everyone out of his own good hearted nature that nobody appreciates him for.

Well. You do. 

Well, to a degree. Even you have some nasty habits that he's slowly weaning you out of. Time spent on 'friends' or 'working'. Your saving grace is that there's rarely an argument between the two of you.

He can give you a visit. See if you truly care for him like you say you do. Or is your love too surface level to prioritize him when necessary? 

Okay, he’s not being really fair. Coming to your already tense as bowstring waiting for the tiniest reason to snap and unleash fury isn’t exactly charitable. But what is a man like him meant to do?

Why should he care for the mindless love of faceless fans when the ones closest to him don’t love him.

To say that Homelander strolls into your office is an understatement. He bulldozes through the door, definitely breaking the hinge mechanism, parking right in front of your desk, hands on his hips, jaw tense and eyes twitching. 

Peering at you through the door to see you at your computer before he even barged in just ignited his anger even more.

Work. work. work. It’s all you care about. Just like her. He doesn’t even want to evoke her name in his mind. A disapproving stare behind sensible plastic-rimmed glasses flashes in his mind. He shakes his head.

He expects the same from you. The bitter taste of disappointment has already settled on his tongue. 

He’s waiting for it. Waiting for an annoyed eye-roll, a wave and a ‘shoo’ or any other disengaged gesture that would just get him out of your hair.

But you don’t do any of that. How could he ever question you?

“Baby, what’s wrong?” That voice. The tone. 

He feels the tension drain from his muscles, arms loosening and falling parallel to his body. In his initial rage, Homelander barely even noticed that your attention was on him the moment you clocked his stomps in the distance, let alone when he decided to give your office entrance an impromptu reno.

You’re already pushing your chair back and rising up, walking around the desk to stand in front of him. There’s zero hesitation when your arms circle around his shoulders, pulling him into an embrace. 

He’s not used to this. This effortless love and care you give him. He’s used to it being dangled in front of him. Clear line of sight to a treat that for all his super sonic speed he can never reach. 

Except when it’s given out by you.

“Homelander?” Your voice is soft in his ear. He’s realised he’s still standing stock-still, though considerably less tense. He brings his arms around you. The warmth and feel of you comforts his frayed nerves and hurt feelings.

He exhales deeply, turning his head and burying it in the crook of your neck. He shakes his head slightly.

“It’s—it’s nothing.” He pulls back, the fury already replaced with a sincere beaming smile. “Not a thing. Pfft I’m doing great!” He spreads his arms wide around himself before he slaps them together, the slap dulled by the thud of the leather.

The whiplash of his emotional turmoil doesn’t seem to particularly affect you. You’re still pulling that endearing ‘I’m worried about you’ face and while you look adorable, he wants to kiss it off. You should only be smiling around him. 

Homelander unclasps his hands, pointing a finger at you. “Buuut if you really wanna do something for me, turn that shit off, log off, whatever the fuck. I’m taking you out.” 

Immediately his arms are around you again and he pulls you so close—so fast—that you automatically brace and press the palms of your hands against his chest with a startled giggle. That’s a pretty sound. So much nicer to hear than the disapproving and disgruntled ‘no’ he hears on a daily basis.

He gives in, peppering your face with kisses. From forehead to cheek, from your jaw to your nose. You squirm and squeal under his lips trying to get your words out.

“You wanna go on a date… now?” 

“Yup. Come on, it will be fun. Blow this snoozefest off, let’s have some actual fun.” 

“Alright then, lead the way!” Homelander finally kisses you square on the lips, beyond delighted that you didn’t disappoint. 

Just like you never do.

And just like you never will.

[lacevenom]

golden boy

PAIRING : adult!dominant!Seth Clearwater x fem!reader (yall are 19+)

WARNINGS : smut , praise, dirty talk, oral for f, p in v. lemme know if i forgot something!

the second the two of you are alone. no pack to tease, no patrols to rush off to Seth pounces.

you’re barely through the door of your room before your back hits the wall, his mouth crashing onto yours, hands everywhere — your waist, your hips, sliding under your shirt like he needs to touch you or he’ll go insane. “you have no fucking idea,” Seth growled against your mouth, “how hard it was not to break patrol and come fuck you right there in the woods.”

you whimpered, grabbing at his shirt, desperate, needy. he caught your wrists easily, pinning them above your head with one large hand. “uh-uh,” he tutted lowly, voice deep and commanding. “you’re gonna be good for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?” you nodded frantically. “Yes, yes— please, Seth.”

that smug, cocky grin you loved twisted across his face as he leaned in, kissing you again, slower this time, dragging it out until you were melting. “you’re so fucking pretty when you beg,” he rasped, mouth ghosting over your ear. you whimpered again, thighs pressing together.

Seth immediately noticed of course he did and used his free hand to shove one knee between your legs, spreading you open. “that’s what I thought,” he rumbled, voice dripping with filth and affection. “already soaking for me and I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”

he finally let go of your wrists, but not for long because the second you moved, Seth spun you around, pressing your chest to the wall. his body blanketed yours, one hand sliding under your shirt, palming your breast, the other pressing your hips back into him so you could feel just how hard he was. “you feel that, sweetheart?” he whispered, grinding against you slowly.

“that’s what you do to me. every time you fucking look at me, every time you smile, every time you giggle and act like you don’t know how fucking bad I want you.”

your brain was melting no, it was already gone replaced by nothing but the feeling of Seth everywhere, surrounding you. he scooped you up carrying you carefully over to the bed where he laid you down flushed and trembling, while Seth hovers over you, shirt gone, chest heaving, muscles flexing with every deep breath.

“take this off, sweetheart,” he said, voice low and ragged, nodding at your shirt. “nice and slow for me.”

your fingers shook, but you obeyed pulling the fabric up and over your head, tossing it aside. Seth’s eyes darkened, dragging over your bare chest like you were the most perfect thing he’d ever seen. “fuck,” he whispered, almost reverently. “you’re so fucking beautiful.”

you blushed, looking away shyly, but Seth was having none of it. his hands were already on you, warm and big, cupping your breasts, thumbs flicking your nipples until you gasped. “look at me, baby,” he murmured. “wanna see those pretty eyes when I make you fall apart.”

you obeyed. of course you did. and Seth rewarded you with the sweetest kiss, slow and deep, his hands never stopping their worship of your body. he took his time undressing you piece by piece, kissing every new inch of skin he revealed, whispering praises between kisses, “so soft. so sweet. made just for me.”

when you were finally bare beneath him, Seth pulled back, looking you over like he was trying to memorize you every curve, every freckle, every breath. “You’re perfect, you know that?” he said hoarsely. “my pretty girl, my whole fucking world.”

and then he dropped to his knees at the side of the bed grabbed your hips and dragged you closer, until your thighs hung over the edge. you whimpered, hips twitching toward him, desperate. “easy sweetheart.” he cooed smirking.

“I’m gonna take my time with you. gonna make sure you’re dripping for me before I even think about sliding inside that pretty pussy.”

the words made you moan, clenching around nothing, and Seth noticed of course he did because the next thing you knew, he was leaning down, kissing your inner thighs, teasing you mercilessly. “you want my mouth, baby?” he asked, voice dark and smug. “want me to make you cum on my tongue like a good girl?”

you immediately blushed at his words. “please,” you whimpered, grabbing fistfuls of the bedsheets.

Seth chuckled lowly, loving your desperation and finally, finally he gave you what you wanted. tongue dragging slowly up your center, making you arch off the bed with a broken cry. “you taste so fucking good,” he groaned, like he was addicted to you. It didn’t take long and you were already so close, so sensitive, and Seth was relentless licking and sucking, humming praises such as.

“such a good girl.”

“taking it so well.”

“cum for me, baby. let go for me.”

you shattered crying out his name, thighs squeezing around his head but Seth just kept going, licking you through it, not letting up until you were whimpering, overstimulated and trembling. when he finally pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes were blazing. “you’re gonna be the fucking death of me,” he growled softly.

And then he was climbing over you — strong arms caging you in — his body so big and warm and solid it made you feel tiny. “you still want me, sweetheart?” he asked, voice gentle now. “still sure?”

you nodded frantically, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I need you, Seth,” you whispered. “Please.”

he kissed you, soft and deep. letting you taste yourself on his tongue and then he lined himself up and pushed in slowly, watching your face the whole time. you gasped overwhelmed by the stretch, by the way he filled you perfectly and Seth stroked your hair soothingly, whispering sweet nothings against your skin. “you’re doing so good.”

when he was fully seated inside you, he groaned, forehead dropping to yours.

“mine,” he whispered fiercely. “you’re fucking mine.”

and then he started moving slow at first, then faster, deeper fucking you like you were precious, like you were his whole world. every thrust knocked little gasps and moans out of you and Seth ate it up, praising you between every filthy word. “look so pretty like this, stuffed full of me.” “feel so good, baby. so fucking tight.”

you were lost. completely at his mercy and when he finally pressed his thumb to your clit, you shattered again, crying out his name like a prayer.

he followed moments later hips stuttering, burying himself deep inside you moaning your name like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

When it was over, he collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms immediately, kissing your forehead over and over.

“I love you,” he murmured against your hair. you clung to him, still shaking slightly, overwhelmed with love and pleasure. “I love you too, Seth,” you whispered back.

— days later at partol…

and because fate hates Seth Clearwater. he accidentally thinks about you during patrol. not just a little. not something innocent. no it’s everything.

you moaning his name, pulling at his hair, begging for him, whimpering when he talks dirty to you. and because the mind link is cruel, every wolf in the immediate area gets every single detail.

paul practically chokes on air.

Jared lets out the loudest bark of laughter you’ve ever heard.

Embry damn near falls over.

Quil is howling. “I THOUGHT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE THE INNOCENT ONE!”

Seth wants to die.

Sam is trying so hard to pretend he didn’t hear it but his face is so red it’s painful.

Leah? Leah is scarred for life.

She tackles Seth and starts beating him with a stick while screaming,

“YOU’RE GROUNDED, YOU MENACE!”

[icecream-and-gadreel]

Don't get me wrong, I love me some "plain text" gay content as much as the next guy, but there's nothing like that deep, deep subtext pining that allows you to explore the 'what ifs' on your own.

Of course Destiel immediately comes to mind because the fucking longing was RIGHT there

But also Hannibal, gay as shit. Longing so deep that it felt palpable. House. Wilson and Dr. House were just insanely, toxically attached at the hip and just w a n t e d. Psych. Gay gay gay.

[zooophagous]

One plus side of being laid off by the end of the month is I no longer have a sense of professionalism so when I'm asked to fill in on a Saturday (which I usually do, and have been doing for a year) I can respond like this.

[kaluawoo]

I feel like feelings are inherently hard to describe without talking around them (like describing sadness as "It's when you want to cry" - you can cry from a ton of reasons and you can be sad without crying). And romantic attraction especially is something so very personal. I could describe how it's for Me, Personally, but other people will be different.

If you get down to it, its defining characteristic is "it feels like romantic attraction". Which helps absolutely no one, so people try to talk around it. For me, I tend to explain it as "if friendship feels like earth and water then romantic attraction feels like wind and fire" which sounds weird and esoteric. It's a feeling of affection that feels kinda Lighter than platonic. Notably, not stronger - A candle is not stronger than a mountain. Just different.

it really does bother me how no one can seem to answer the question “what even is romantic attraction, really.” like some people are like “it’s who you wanna kiss and cuddle <3” and I’m like ok well kisses and cuddles can be either sexual or platonic depending on context. “It’s who you feel passion/desire/arousal for” well that just sounds like sexual attraction which you can have without even knowing somebody so I fail to see how that’s romantic. “It’s who you want to go on dates with” I go on dates with friends all the time plus “date” is a social construct anyway there’s really no innate difference between a date and hanging out. “it’s who you have deep feelings for” great news for you that can be literally any type of relationship. my friend told me she defined it as “who you wanna give roses to” and I’m like do u hear urself??? like the more I talk to people the more I’m convinced romance and romantic attraction is an elaborate socially fabricated illusion that has no real defining characteristics. and like there’s nothing Wrong with it being a constuct but why people are so attached to defending the supremacy of it is something I cannot for the life of me figure out

[megumismyhusband]

it was no secret that isagi yoichi was a beast on the field. his teammates knew it, his opponents feared it—but somehow, it had been a well-kept secret from you.

you’d always known isagi as your sweet, gentle boyfriend—the one who blushed when you complimented him, the one who held your hand like it was something precious, the one who stammered out shy confessions like he hadn’t already stolen your heart. so, when you decided to surprise him at practice, you expected that same isagi.

what you didn’t expect was this.

“are you fuckin’ kidding me?!” isagi’s voice rang out across the field, sharp and unforgiving. your eyes widened as you watched him glare at one of his teammates, his hands thrown up in exasperation. “what the hell was that pass supposed to be?! you trying to hand them the damn game? fuckin’ idiot, i’m gonna kill you!”

you froze.

this wasn’t the soft-spoken isagi who got flustered when you kissed his cheek. this was someone else entirely—someone whose presence dominated the field, whose intensity crackled in the air like a storm. he was pacing, his jaw clenched, his tone nothing short of ruthless.

“you wanna play like that? you might as well quit! i’m not babysitting your lazy ass out here!” his voice was fierce, relentless. “jesus christ, do you even care about winning, or are you just here to waste everyone’s goddamn time?! fucking useless!”

you didn’t know whether to be horrified or impressed.

the isagi in front of you was nothing like the one who shyly asked if you wanted to share his scarf on cold mornings. this isagi was a leader, a competitor, a force of nature that refused to accept anything less than victory. and damn, was it hot.

then, as if sensing your presence, isagi’s head suddenly snapped toward you. his sharp glare vanished instantly, replaced by wide eyes and a deep red blush creeping up his neck.

“u-uh…” he swallowed hard, visibly panicking. “you saw that?”

you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “oh, i definitely saw that.”

isagi rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at you. “i-it’s just… the game, you know?”

you hummed, stepping closer until you could see the lingering frustration in his eyes—frustration that quickly melted when you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“i think i like both versions of you,” you teased, watching as his face turned impossibly red.

“…oh my god,” he muttered, covering his face with his hands. “you’re never letting this go, are you?”

you grinned. “not a chance.

[werecreature-addicted]

Rabbit monsters are always portrayed as soft docile creatures. Especially for rabbit reader x wolf monster. I wanna see a rabbit who is just a menace in bed. Pounding into our cunts non stop and making sure that we truly “fuck like rabbits” and breed like them too

mmhmm you get me anon.

you've long since given up on holding yourself upright, and just settled for getting pounded into the mattress your body fully limp. you aren't even holding your own hips up, your bunny lover is holding your ass aloft as he pounds into you cumming inside of you for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. The sheets are wet beneath you with a mix of sweat and cum. you're too spent to even care, you'd fall asleep in this gross puddle if he just let you.

He winds his fingers under your jaw and pulls your head back and up, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. it would be sweet if you didn't know it was a trap.

"you can go one more round for me yeah pretty girl?" he asks, slowly humping your sensitive cunt, How is he still hard? How does he not need a break he just came? you groan and shake your head.

"Please, honey? just one more time I promise you just feel so good, I wanna make sure I fuck this pussy right, get you nice and full with my cum, don't you want me to knock you up?" he asks reaching down to slowly pet your throbbing clit, making you whimper in overstimulation. his thrusts are shallow, his long thick cock scraping along your inner walls making your thighs tremble. his head drops and he scrapes his sharp teeth along your neck. "Please bunny let me make you feel good."

"j-just one more round that's all," you manage to mumble out, the second you've given him permission he shoves your head back down and slams into you, his strong thighs pistoning his big cock into you at a breakneck speed.

"Fuck- thank you baby you feel so good around my cock I couldn't hold back much longer," he groans humping you sloppily, his last load drooling out of your sloppy cunt down your thighs. that's alright, he'll cum enough to replace everything that went to waste.

[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. your older boyfriend, satoru, shows you just how much he adores you in his private office <3

tags. older bf!gojo satoru x virgin!female reader. age gap (reader early 20’s, satoru early 30’s). smut, pwp. fīngering. multiple ōrgàsms; overstimulation. mention of corruption kink. dry hūmping. nicknames ‘princess, baby, beautiful’. pls ignore any grammar errors xx

“heh, don’t look at me. look at yourself, princess,” satoru chuckles, easily noticing how your head is tilted in attempt to watch him as he gets you off. you’re sitting on his thighs with your legs spread, shamelessly allowing him to finger you in his office.

your shaky eyes dart down to your dripping cunt—clearly seeing how it’s got a mind of its own. it’s squeezing satoru’s long fingers as he moves them in the speed of light. your limbs are shaking by the amount of pleasure you’re receiving.

“the-the door,” you hiccup. you hadn’t locked the door behind you when you walked into satoru’s office. you definitely wouldn’t want any of his colleagues to walk in on you. though, that didn’t seem to worry your boyfriend. all he’s focusing on at the moment is your perfect pussy taking in his middle and ring finger.

satoru’s glossy lips are parted and covered in spit. he has to lick up the drool from the corner of his mouth so it wouldn’t dirty your opened blouse. he’s quite literally salivating at the sight and feeling of your warm cunt. . .

“the others ‘re busy, they won’t come in as long as you keep your pretty voice down,” satoru promises you in a smooth tone, blue eyes wide with fascination as he stares down at your pussy.

he’s always imagined what it’d be like to be inside of you. what it would feel like to hold you in his arms and make love to you without holding himself back— to show you a world you have yet to discover.

satoru wants to be the first one to do that, though he’ll wait until you’re ready. for now, he’s completely satisfied with just a taste of heaven.

“fuck, baby, she’s beautiful,” satoru praises your delicate pussy. your wet folds continue to make way for more of his fingers, spreading as he tries to enter a third digit into your poor, clingy hole. you whine as you feel satoru prepare you by rubbing your clit repeatedly with his thumb—trying to make you as wet for him as you possibly could be.

you shake your head, “can’t take more, ‘toru.” it genuinely feels like you’re being stretched out. three fingers are going to take you out. “nuh-uh,” satoru mocks you before telling you to look at him. the moment you do, his lips envelop yours in a lustful yet comforting kiss. you moan into his mouth and he does the same back, eyebrows furrowing because of how good it feels to suck on your tongue.

his fingers don’t stop. the third slides in and you jolt back against satoru’s chest. “shh, shh, i got you,” the older man attempts to calm you down. he stops fingering you for a second so you could adjust to the stretch. you’re tight—he can feel his erect cock twitching in his pants, begging to replace his fingers. he can’t, not yet.

satoru cusses under his breath once he feels your ass rub against the bulge in his uniform’s pants. you’re killing him and you don’t even realise it because you’re too focused on his fingers fucking your cunt. shlick shlick shlick — you’re dripping wet.

“i’m gonna cum,” you whisper through a soft gasp. it would be your third orgasm. you’re sensitive and your pussy feels like it’s on fire. your lower abdomen is tingling and aching. you’re going to inevitably squirt all over his chair, again.

satoru bites his lip as he hears you announce how close you are. his long fingers are already soaked with your juices, coating them with a sticky layer that he cannot wait to taste. “do it, baby. wanna see you cum,” your boyfriend coos.

satoru loves the way your hips circle back to him, rubbing against his groin. you’re driving him insane without even knowing it. he curls his fingers inside you, thumb still circling your clit for extra stimulation. you’re being driven to the edge of insanity.

he bucks his hips a little each time you involuntarily move in his lap. “toruuu, fnnh, so close,” you’re not only moaning because of the fingers inside of you, but also because of the hard bulge rubbing against and between your ass cheeks.

satoru knows your voice can easily carry over to the next room. you’re usually loud when you finish on his fingers. he takes his free hand and pushes your head back against his shoulder, his index and middle finger sliding into your mouth to silence you.

your whimpers are muffled as you automatically start sucking on his digits. satoru kisses your ear and jawline, whispering small words of praise against your skin because of your obedience. “keep it down for me, beautiful. y’re already doing so well.”

your eyes roll back as your saliva dribbles down his left hand. the wet trail runs down his veiny arm that’s exposed to your view. you love it when satoru pushes the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows—it reminds you of why everyone fawns over him. it’s hot.

you’re trying to hold out, not wanting to cum. you wish to stay like this, with satoru’s fingers deep in your cunt and mouth, his bulge grinding against the fat of your ass.

the white-haired man instantly notices this and chuckles to himself; you’re fighting a losing battle. he increases the pace, his wrist working over time so his fingers could reach those sweet spots in your velvety walls. he decides to rile you up some more;

“shiit, just imagine that ‘ts my cock stretching your pretty cunt out,” satoru grins against your ear. he knows you’re weak for dirty talk. you have never felt what it’s like to be stuffed full of a dick, and thus the imagination adds to the raunchiness of it all.

you shiver and let out a small moan escape your mouth before you continue to suck on satoru’s fingers. all this time you’ve settled for make out sessions, grinding and oral pleasure. you’re needy for more than that.

satoru knows what buttons to push. he knows how to make you melt and give in to him and his words. he bites your earlobe after letting his tongue lick the skin, “all filled up to the brim. you’d like that, huh?”

you barely managed to stifle a loud whine at that. your eyes widen and your pussy spasms around his fingers. you know it’s not long before you’re going to cream all over satoru’s hand.

sweat trickles down your forehead.

“yes, yes, yes!” you moan repeatedly, voice muffled by the fingers in your mouth. you can hear your boyfriend grunt into your ear after seeing how enthusiastically you’re responding. he’s totally getting off to you’re desperation.

satoru wants to cum so bad. he wants to shoot ropes of his cum in the pussy he’s prepping to one day take his dick.

you see black spots in your vision because of how hard the climax hits you. your breath hitches and you grip onto the armrests of the chair for support. a spray of clear and watery juices covers satoru’s entire hand and bits of his arm—evidence of just how much you enjoyed your little session with him.

the older man pats your tummy and rubs it, comforting you as the aftershocks of your climax hit. he pulls his fingers out of your messy cunt and brings them up to his glossy lips, thoroughly licking every drop off. his dick pulses in his pants at the delicious taste.

you’re panting as you try to get your thighs to stop shaking. you’re out of energy, drained. all that you hear replaying in your mind is satoru’s dirty talk. you don’t know if you can handle his dick if you’re already overwhelmed by the way he skilfully uses his fingers.

as if sensing your thoughts, your boyfriend smirks and hugs your body tightly to his chest.

“can’t give it t’ ya now,” satoru whispers and pouts, teasing you as if to turn you on again. he takes his wet fingers out of your mouth and presses his lips against yours as a promise, “but one day i will, yeah? one day i’ll fuck ya so good you’ll only know my name.”

[dynaboomboom]

thinking about grumpy bf! katsuki being annoyed after work

you were on the couch watching your favorite show while munching on some chips. your eyes were glued to the tv as the main character was finally piecing together the crime they were solving.

you were leaned closer to the tv in anticipation until your body jumped in shock as your boyfriend barged into the front door of your shared apartment.

“shit babe, you almost gave me a heart attack!” you whined, bringing your attention back to the tv.

“how was work today?” you asked, still intently reading the subtitles of the show.

katsuki gave no response. all you heard were his frustrated grunts as he removed his shoes and stomped his way to the bathroom.

you paid no mind to it for the time being, but made a mental note to ask katsuki about it later on.

a few minutes later katsuki finally made his way out of your bedroom wearing his favorite black skull shirt and some gray sweats. a small towel was placed around his neck, his hair still a bit damp.

he stomped his way to the couch and sat beside you.

“hi baby, how was your day?” you gave him a quick smile, lifting your arm up the backrest of the couch.

his brows were still very much knitted together, but he took your gesture as the chance to snuggle into you. the moment his head made contact with your body, he let out a deep sigh.

“fucking tiring”

his previously grumpy demeanor was replaced with drowsiness to the point that you could feel the exhaustion from his voice.

“aww baby, you wanna talk about it?” you looked at him with worry as you ran your fingers through his hair, giving his scalp a soft massage.

“can i just lay here for a bit?” he asked as he snuggled closer into you, the heat of his body keeping you warm.

“not a problem” you answered as you gave him a kiss on his forehead.

you continued to massage his scalp while watching your show and before you knew it, katsuki was already snoring in your arms.

🖇️ : just wanna say thanks to everyone who liked my first fic! cant believe it has more than 1k like already!! alsoooo, happy 100 followssss! anyway, i hope u guys like this one. a bit different from my first post, but i told yall im capable of soft wholesome thoughts too 🙂‍↕️

[s0lidar1ty]

soft/frat!rafe taking care of drunk!reader after bumping into her at a party

The party music rings off the walls of your head. Your eyes blur, fading in and out as you hug the wall to help yourself toward the kitchen.

You've never been here. At least you don't remember it. Sarah invited you, but you lost her a few minutes earlier in the sea of bodies and flashing lights.

Your hand fumbles with the handle of the fridge door, the icy air spouting out as you open it and take the first bottle you see. Clear liquid moves inside, and you don't even think before you tilt it back. But what's in it is anything but water. The burning fire of the vodka shoots down your throat.

You hiss, dropping the bottle on the floor with a dull clunk, wincing through the sting. The floor shifts under your feet when you turn around, and you stumble right into someone.

"Shit—'m sorry," you mutter, words slurring. You try to step around them, but a hand wraps around your forearm, firm but not hard.

You know it's Rafe before you even raise your head.

 You know the way his hands feel.

His fingers tighten further around your wrist as he pulls you out of the crowd, through a doorway, and into a quieter room. As soon as you're in, it's familiar. The tall, mahogany desk, the bookshelves full of books—yeah. You've been here before.

The study.

Rafe turns you around to face him, fingers cupping your face, thumbs rubbing across your cheekbones as he attempts to focus your eyes on him. "Hey," he whispers, voice low and smooth. "How much did you have to drink?"

"I don't know. How much did you?" you snap back, your bratty nature emerging from the fog. You don’t mean to be hostile, but you are. You can’t help it.

He mocks a laugh, lifting your chin high with two fingers. "How much?" he repeats, slower now, his tone harder.

You swallow. He's upset. You can tell from the tightly drawn line of his jaw, hear it in the fall in his voice. He's not angry—he'd never hurt you—but the disappointment radiates off him in waves.

And that scares you. You never want to disappoint him. Ever.

Your back straightens automatically. "I don't remember," you confess, voice softer now, eyes flicking anywhere but his.

"Fuck you mean you don't remember?" His tone hurt more than he meant it to, his eyebrows creasing. "What are you even doing here?"

You feel tears threaten to well up in your eyes before you can catch them. You blink frantically, trying to make them disappear, but one slips out anyway. You rub it away quickly, annoyed with yourself. "I came with Sarah," you mutter.

His expression of anger flickers away, replaced with something gentler. His hands fall to your shoulders, moving in slow circles as he breathes in through his nose. "Hey, hey." His voice is soft now. "I'm not angry with you, princess—Im sorry for my tone, but I just wanna make sure you’re okay." He leans down, kissing your forehead. "I'm taking you home, okay? You need to have some water and get sobered up."

You nod, too exhausted to fight it.

And then you're home.  

You wake up, and you're on the couch in your apartment, the cushions molding around you as you move on top of them. The hazy glow of the kitchen light casts shadows on the floor, covering the room in warm, muted blackness.

Rafe is lying beside you, your face in his chest, his fingers drawing lazy patterns across your back. "You hungry?"

“I'm drunk,” You mutter.

He snorts. "So that's a yes." A hesitation. Then, with a knowing smile, "Chicken Alfredo?"

You hum back to him, the only response he receives.

"Okay," he whispers, kissing you on your forehead once more before getting up and heading into the kitchen.

The clang of the pan against the stove, the gentle clink of silverware, the distant rumble of the fridge door opening—it's all strangely soothing. You close your eyes, and you hear his periodic thuds as he moves about.

Rafe turns back over his shoulder to steal a glance at you, a slow grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. "You good, baby?"

You sigh softly, your voice heavy with tiredness. "You look good."

He exhales a soft laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah? Your eyes are closed, baby, how can you see me right now?"

“I mean in general, smartass,” you shoot back, opening your eyes finally to back up your statement. “See? Eyes are open, and there’s still a handsome man in my kitchen.”

Rafe laughs, shaking his head in embarrassment. No matter how many you give, he’ll never get used to you giving compliments.

After a while, he puts two plates on the counter and walks over to the living room, kneeling next to the couch. He reaches out, his fingers tracing over your cheek, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. "C'mon, baby. Eat first, then you can pass out, yeah?"

You take a deep breath, face buried in the pillow. "Don't wanna move."

"I'll feed you if I have to," he jokes, but there's a gentleness beneath.

You look up at him, a sly smile on your face as you tease, "That supposed to be a threat?"

He smiles. "It's a promise."

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

LOVE mean!rafe and desperate!reader i need more where they finally become official if they ever do

but i’ll do anything for you

mean!rafe cameron x desperate!fem!reader

cw — mdni, p in v, cockwarming, rafe gets softer

summary — after rafe finally starts developing feelings, he decides to take whatever they have to the next level.

authors note — this can be read as a standalone but is essentially a part 2 to “i just wanna be one of your girls.” please request more!! they motivate me so much more than just free writing. should i keep adding to this series too??

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

“tell me you’re mine,” rafe demanded as his big rough hands kneaded the soft fat of your ass. his blue eyes glared into yours while he waited expectantly for your reply.

you moaned quietly when your hips rolled into his and his tip pressed up against your cervix in the most delicious way. “i’m yours, rafe,” you replied excitedly and eagerly. “i’ve always been yours.”

he nodded with a satisfied grin on his face. “good,” he mumbled before leaning forward to kiss you. your hands moved from his shoulders to his jaw as you pressed further into him. he thought the passion you poured into his lips was cute.

when you pulled away breathlessly with kiss-bitten lips, you frowned slightly with tears brimming in your waterline. “but are you mine?” you asked hesitantly. your face was quiet and scared, entirely expecting his answer to disappoint you like it always did.

he thought for a quick second. you were fucking gorgeous, you listened to everything he said, you did everything he asked, and you were completely obsessed with him. what else could he want? “I’m yours,” he whispered against your lips before kissing you again.

his hands moved underneath your ass to slowly lift you up and quickly slam you back down on his length. you whimpered into his mouth, leaving enough room for him to slip his tongue inside and get you feeling all dizzy.

he began to roll your hips into his own, your clit dragging against his pubic bone and the movement allowing you to feel every vein of his cock. tears began to slip down your cheeks. he fucking loved how sensitive you were.

“can’t take it, rafe,” you muttered against his pink lips. you panted as your walls spasmed around him and tried to push him out. “you’re too big.”

he could’ve swore he’d just fallen in love with you again. “move in with me,” he blurted out. he didn’t even have time to think about the words leaving his mouth. he just knew he needed to keep you safe and locked away where no one could snap you out of your little dream.

you nodded almost instantly. even with glossy eyes and tears staining your cheeks, you smiled bigger than ever. “i want that,” you said happily. he grinned and leaned back against the sofa, allowing you to move at your own pace and do whatever you needed for yourself. “rafe?”

“what?” he asked. there was almost a hint of irritation in his voice knowing that there was more than likely another question coming his way.

you wiped your tears and replaced your hands on his shoulders, trying to ignore the way his cock was impaling you. “does this mean we’re, like, exclusive?” you asked hopefully.

he internally rolled his eyes at that. was that really a question? he though it was pretty self-explanatory. he began to think he’d fucked you stupid already without even doing much. “sure,” he said.

you squealed giddily and hugged him tight. he almost began to question what he’d just gotten himself into.

[clockmax]

CRAZY, SEXY, HOT !

JJK MEN AND THEIR PUSSY EATING HABITS

! FT toji, sukuna, geto, gojo, choso

WARNINGS: this is all just freaky. dumbification, dry humping, fingering, overstimulation, yea you get the point here.

A/N: LMAOO freakbob milk server saw during gojos part he just started playing on his laptop mid-eating you out. anyways. im gonna make a pt2 for this. MDNI. 18+ pls leave requests or just spam my inbox i wanna talk to you guys!!

Toji

He’s the nasty type with it. Like a freaky type. Toji’s the kind to eat you out from the back, making sure your pretty lil’ ass is up in the air when he's got your face pressed down, tongue licking up long stripes against your folds, collecting your juices before spreading them all over your pussy.

He’ll bury himself between your thighs from behind, hands firmly planted on your ass to spread it open, getting the most out of your cunt. He makes sure it’s nice n out there, teasing you before he’s eating you out in no time. ANd when he eats, he eats.

FInger rubbing on your swollen, throbbing clit as he tongue fucks you, letting out groans from just how good your juices taste coating his tongue and lips like that.

He knows he’s overstimulating you, rubbing your clit through each orgasm that rips through you, but he just keeps going. 

“ C’mon, pretty girl, just one more f’r me. Doin so good for me, let me j’st finish my meal, baby.” Which promptly turns into him eating you out for nearly another hour. Tongue flat as he drags it up and down, paying extra attention to your clit; sucking it as his fingers replace where his tongue once was inside of you, tongue flicking the bed up and down, just until he’s got you moaning into another orgasm.

Toji who loves how your thighs start shaking with each orgasm, each teasing movement, each assault done on your poor pussy. He’s practically  dazed with how delicious your cunt is to him, talk about a free meal for him.

Sukuna

Lowkey mean with it. I mean it’s not that he’s too harsh, but he will literally overstimulate you to no end.

He’s not focused on  how much you’re cumming, but rather satisfying himself by enjoying how sweet you taste. It’s like watching a starved man, he wont lwt up until he decides he’s satisfied, which could be hours of him between your thighs.

Sometimes he has you on the brink of passing out, sometimes he’ll edge you until you’re nearly crying to cum. 

He gets real handsy when eating you out too. Traveling up your thighs, holding your ass, fondling your breasts, he’s really just teasing you more and more, trying to get you to that breaking point where you start begging.

Maybe hes just a freak, sure. But he eats pussy for his own pleasure. It’s something to keep him busy so he’s not sitting around doing nothing.

If eating you out until you can only think about his tongue against your clit is a past time, he’s more than willing to partake in it. 

Maybe he just wants to see you wiggle around in ecstasy and bliss as he keeps abusing that one spot that has you nearly squirting all over.

Or maybe he’s just mean! :3

Geto

Geto’s a very attentive lover. He doesn't skip a beat when it comes to you. It’s no difference with sex, he might just be even more attentive, putting your pleasure before his.

Especially with eating you out.

He’ll take his time, not too fast or too slow, getting you nice and worked up before he gets himself to the good part.

He’ll make sure you’re wiggling around as he kisses your thighs and rubs your sides, hands going down to cup your ass before pulling you to his face. 

He’s all up on your pussy in no time. He’ll have his tongue buried in you, eyes watching at every single reaction, hands holding your hips to keep him still and let him take his time. 

Or when he moves his tongue out to flatten it against your pussy, moving up and down in long stripes. 

Sometimes he’ll eat you out with his tongue piercing, pressing the metal against your clit. Letting it sit there, the smooth, cold metal reacting with hot, swollen clit. 

He’ll kiss your thighs, praising how beautiful you look as his fingers pump in and out of you, curling up at the right moment to prod against your g-spot, egging you on closer to the edge. 

He’s just so attentive to every reaction and what gets you worked up, using all those little mental notes for each time. He’ll have you moaning his name like a melody in almost no time.

Gojo

Gojo seems like the type of guy to eat you out in the way he knows best, edging you until you're withering and begging to cum.

He loves you, he really does, but he loves the face you make when his tongue is all up on your cunt, watching your eyelashes flutter, pretty nails grabbing at his hair to pull him closer.

Oh but the moment he thinks your about to cum? He pulls away, giving kisses and hickeys to your thighs. He teases the crap out of you for it too.

“So sexy when you’re all pent up like that.” He’ll teased, before diving back to lapping up your juices, tongue parting your folds. He’ll keep his hands pussy, one circling your clit, the other kneading the fat of your ass. 

He loves it especially when he presses his nose against your clit, watching you desperately rub against it for even the slightest friction. Just eating you out and listening to your pleas and moans could get him to pretty much burst in his own pants. His arms hook around your thighs, pressing you closer to him, eyes fluttering with the contact, how much deeper he can get his tongue, prodding it against that spongy spot to make sure you see stars.

And when he does let you cum, he’s fingering you right through it, huffing out air before inhaling, lips shiny with your juices. He really just can’t help himself when it comes to your pussy, it’s like candy for him. 

Choso

Choso does it desperately. I refuse to fight anyone on this. He may be inexperienced, but his enthusiasm makes up for it. Hes almost frantically lapping up at you. Hands feeling all up your thighs and body, eyes shut. 

Choso who moans and whines into your cunt, just so desperate for more of its taste, slightly humping into the sheet for friction. Anytime you’d pull away, he’d look at you. Soaked chin, shiny lips, panting slightly, was the only sight you got before he pulled you back to him, wanting more of your taste.

It’s like he’s trying to attach himself to your cunt, making out with it in such a sloppy manner, drool and juices dripping onto the sheets. He’d lick you through the entire orgasm, letting out moans at how your walls tighten around his tongue, feeling your sweetness gush around. 

Your pussy might just be his favorite treat. Stressful day? Licking your pussy. Bored? Probably licking your pussy. It quickly becomes one of his favorite things, loving each time you moan and praise him, feeling himself get harder than a rock. 

The look of bliss on his face when he’s done making out with your cunt, oh it’s just so beautiful. Panting, lower face drenched, the way his eyes look down at how swollen your cunt is, how sloppy it is after he ripped nth orgasms out of you. He didn’t mean to make that much of a mess, but he really can’t help himself when it’s his new favorite thing.

[gloomwitchwrites]

I had a diabolical idea...what if the find out reader has been faking her O's...maybe it's harder for her to cum than others and doesn't wanna bother them or maybe they're not doing enough...

Love your writing btw🪷💗💗

Oh, so we're faking it? Diabolical. I love it. Yeah, so, this is just me writing smut for the sake of smut. We want to fake it with them? Guess again. They're getting those orgasms out of us.

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Task Force 141 x Female Reader

Content & Warnings: swearing, unprotected piv, one-night stands, dirty talk, creampie, cock warming, praise, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal fingering

Word Count: 1.7k

ao3 // taglist // main masterlist // imagines & what if series

John Price

“No. No, love.” John clucks his tongue, disappointed. “You don’t fake it with me.”

He pushes off from the bed, going down on his knees. Grasping your ankles, John tugs, pulling you down to the very edge of the bed.

“John—”

“Hush,” he coos. “And keep those legs open for me, dove. Gonna make sure you come, yeah?”

John presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing lightly in slow little circles. One finger teases your entrance, slides in, and then out. John adds a second, removing his thumb, he replaces it with his lips, kissing your clit.

Slow and languid, your thighs quiver, the start of an orgasm blooming low in your belly.

“There we are,” he smiles.”

His lips part, the tip of his tongue brushing over your clit in a tease even as his fingers pump steadily in and out of your pussy.

The pleasure builds. Widening.

“You have such a gorgeous pussy,” he praises. “Love watching how well you take me. Fingers and cock.”

He flattens his tongue, running it around where your body takes his fingers before swirling up to tease your clit. The groan that claws up your throat is real and loud, and John purrs with contentment.

“Come for me. Let me hear you.”

John sucks on your clit and it’s over. Back arching, you come off the bed a bit, whimpering as your pussy squeezes around his fingers.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he groans against you, slowing the movement of his fingers.

You’re still buzzing when John stands, slotting himself between your legs. His hand lightly grasps your throat, forcing you to look at him. “Will you ever fake it with me again?”

You shake your head.

“Good. Now let’s breed you properly, yeah?”

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

You force out a moan. It is higher than it usually is—louder. Kyle stills mid-thrust, the middle of his brow creasing slightly in concern.

“What was that?” he asks.

Oh shit.

It’s been a long day, and while you want to have sex with Kyle, part of you just isn’t feeling it. Having this intimacy is lovely, but you’re also not…committed.

“What was what?” you reply, avoiding the question.

Kyle shifts his weight to an elbow. “I know when you’re enjoying yourself.”

“I am.”

“You’re not.”

Busted.

“Hey. Look at me.” Kyle’s hand slides to the back your neck. “We can stop.”

You lightly shake your head. “That’s not it.”

His thumb traces the line of your jaw. “Talk to me,” he murmurs, following that caress with a brush of his lips.

“I’m—I’m just feeling it.”

Kyle hums softly, placing a soft kiss just to the side of your mouth. “If you want to stop, we can stop.”

“No,” you whisper, hooking your legs around him a little tighter. “I don’t want to stop.”

“Okay,” says Kyle. “Okay.”

Shifting from his elbow to his hand, Kyle starts to withdraw, his cock sliding out slowly. You relinquish, dropping your legs wide as he kisses softly down your body.

“Just relax,” he coos, moving lower. “Relax.”

You settle, eyes closing as his mouth finds your clit. He gives it one kiss, then two. The tip of his tongue teases. Withdraws. Teases again.

“Kyle,” you breathe, a flicker of pleasure awakening.

“Don’t ever fake it with me, love.” Kyle flattens his tongue against you. Pressure. Retreat. Pressure again.

This time your groan from somewhere deep in your throat.

“There it is,” he coos. “Come for me.”

Kyle returns, tasting and tasting in the same rhythm, never deviating, pushing you closer to your end. Another brush of his tongue and it’s over. All the muscles in your body contract, seize, shudder. Your thighs squeeze his cheeks, but Kyle doesn’t seem to care that you might crush him, continuing to lick and suck.

When your hand presses to the top of his head, overstimulation filtering in, that’s when Kyle lifts his head.

“No faking it with me, ya hear?”

Simon "Ghost" Riley

“Are you fucking faking right now?”

“I—no. Simon. I’m not.”

Heat creeps up your neck and ensnares your cheeks. You’ve been caught, and you don’t want to admit it.

“You are,” says Simon slowly. You shake your head but Simon tuts. “Lying won’t help, dove.” He leans in and lightly bites your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. He releases it with a wet pop. “You think I want you to fake it?”

This time, you answer truthfully. “No.”

“Think I want you to hide when you’re not into it?”

“No.”

“Come here, dove.”

Lifting you into his lap, Simon shifts you around until you’re leaning against his chest, head resting on his shoulder. Gripping the underside of your thighs, Simon eases you down onto his cock, keeping your legs spread wide and draped over his thick, muscled thighs.

“You don’t fake it with me, dove,” murmurs Simon as he nuzzles your exposed neck. He lightly bites, and then eases the sting with a kiss. “Touch yourself.”

“Simon,” you gasp as his lips trace the curve of your ear.

“Do it.”

Bringing your hand down between your thighs, you make a v with your index and middle finger, parting your pussy to expose your clit and where you and Simon’s bodies meet.

“Fucking gorgeous, dove,” groans Simon, his voice honey-sweet. “Take me so well.”

The praise washes over you, seeping into your pores. Bringing your fingers together, you slide them back and forth over your clit. Simon’s hands shift to the tops of your thighs. They press down just as his hips snap up.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan.

“That’s it,” murmurs Simon. “Keep going.”

You find a pace and sink into the sensation. With each pass of your fingers, and every upward thrust from Simon, the orgasm builds. This you can’t fake.

“Gonna fuck you hard, dove. Don’t you dare stop. Understand?”

You nod frantically, and Simon smiles against your throat.

Keeping you in place, Simon fucks up into you over and over again, driving home in powerful strokes that steal your breath. You follow his order, playing with your clit, allowing the orgasm to build until your heart thunders in your ears.

“That’s it,” coos Simon as your orgasm unfolds. “That’s it.”

It’s a full shudder and open mouth silence as you’re cracked over the head with euphoric pleasure. Simon is grunting into your ear, his hips thrusting upward quickly now as you squeeze down on his cock.

“Simon,” you manage to moan.

“Gonna fake it again with me?”

“No,” you gasp. “Never.”

John "Soap" MacTavish

“Fucking look at you,” croons Johnny.

His large hands palm your ass, squeezing both cheeks. Releasing slowly, Johnny’s hands slide to your hips and then up to your waist before shifting to your back, caressing your spine. You shiver under his touch, arching your hips a bit more, rocking back to take more of his cock.

From the bar, to buying you a drink, to going home with him all in the span of a few hours. Now, you’re in his bed. He’s fucked you twice, and you haven’t orgasmed once. But you’ve faked it, groaned loudly and with enthusiasm when he’s finished inside you.

Johnny’s hands wrap around your throat, and then he’s fucking you, using you like he’d use a toy. The very idea is fucking delicious and yet the building tension plateaus, leaving you hanging as Johnny holds your body against his, cum filling your pussy.

Your head drops, the tingling edge receding, leaving you aching. Johnny’s hands remain around your throat, his thumbs rubbing slow circles across the back of your neck.

“You know,” he murmurs absently. “I think you’ve been lying to me.”

Turning your head, you glance over your shoulder. “Lying to you?”

Johnny hums as he eases himself from your body. “On your back,” he instructs, lightly tapping the outside of your thigh.

You roll onto your back, and Johnny spreads your legs wide. Your cum-coated pussy greets him, and Johnny smirks at the sight.

“I know what it feels like when a woman orgasms,” he says, hands sliding up and down your inner thighs. “There’s nothing else like it.” With one hand still on your thigh, Johnny palms his cock, jerking himself back to hardness.

“How—how did you—”

“Know?” he asks, tapping the head against your clit. “Would have felt you squeeze my cock, love.”

Johnny lines himself up and slides home, bottoming out. “I’m staying right here. Play with you until you orgasm. And if you don’t squeeze my cock hard enough to make me come, I’ll keep playing with you until I do.”

A quick swipe of his thumb and Johhny drags some of his cum up to your clit. He lightly presses—swirls. A little shock of pleasure shoots through your body, and your pussy briefly flutters around Johnny’s cock.

“Just like that,” he groans, continuing to circle your clit. “Just like that.”

With your legs spread wide, you’re unable to clamp them shut as Johnny plays with your clit. His cock remains in place, unmoving. It’s just his fingers and the deliciously dirty words dripping from his lips.

“Do you know how fucking gorgeous you look right now?”

“Full of my cock.”

“Full of my cum.”

His words are slow and languid but his fingers play a perfect dance. Your breath quickens, toes curling as Johnny finds the perfect pace. You whimper, the orgasm quickly rising to the surface.

“There it is,” croons Johnny. “Give it to me, love. Let me hear you. Let me fucking feel you.”

The pent-up tension from three faked orgasms comes blasting forward. Your head falls back, and you release a feral groan, body shaking under the tension.

“Oh, fucking hell,’ grunts Johnny as his fingers dig into your thigh, keeping you firmly against the bed as he continues to flick your clit.

He rubs and continues to do so even as the orgasms crests and recedes.

“It’s too much,” you gasp, but Johnny only shakes his head.

“My cock is still inside you, love. Once I cum inside this tight little pussy, then we’ll stop.”

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Wanna Do Bad Things To You

Synopsis. He fucks you like he hates you. You didn’t mean to fuck your old friend-with-benefits - truly - it just kinda happened.

Pairing. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! Reader, hate sex, ex-friends-with-benefits, slight angst, he’s still in love with you,  unprotected sex, jealous sex (from his side), choking, marking, pet names (my love, sweetheart), swearing.

Word count. 1.5k

A/N. Ummmmmmmm yeah. Art by @_3eam on X.

He fucks you like he hates you.

“Shut the fuck up, you little slut.”

“Do it then. What? Scared he’ll do it bet-”

Cut off by a pathetic gurgle - his large hand around your throat. Ringed fingers tightening right above your pulse, the cold metal digging into your searing skin. 

Your vision is bleary, blood roaring in your ears as he leans down, muscled front against your back. His breath is hot against your face as he whispers lowly, “Running your mouth a bit too much, my love. You do the same with him as well?”

Shivers run down your spine - all the way to your cunt, pulsing and clenching furiously around his throbbing tip. Teasing your dripping entrance. Unmoving.

Your walls burn, struggling at the stretch of his thick head, yet still wanting the bastard to fucking move. Such a fucking tease. He was always like this - even back when you two were together, but that’s a story for another time.

Turning to glare at him over your shoulder, “So what if I do? Who are you to tell me what to do?”

You’re either an idiot or a mastermind. 

Maybe both. Because you feel his achingly hard cock twitch animalistically inside you, a slow, dangerous grin spreading across those kiss-bitten lips you knew too well. You hated how much you wanted them on yours right now. 

“You’re right. I’m not anyone to you.” he murmurs venomously, swiftly capturing the tender skin of your exposed neck, sharp teeth digging into you. Branding you. 

You keen, hips bucking uselessly against his bruising grip on your hips as he pulls away. God, you felt so used - and it made your walls flutter around him so desperately. 

Two long fingers reach up to squeeze your cheeks together mockingly into a pathetic pout, forcing you to look at him. “But I’m gonna ruin you for everyone. Including that little prick you’ve tried to replace me with.”

Your eyes flutter open in shock - you didn’t even realize they were scrunched up - getting lost in the ones boring into yours, half-lidded and pupils blown ferally. Electricity jolts through your body at the pure lust and rage whirling in his intense gaze. 

You two were going to be the deaths of each other.

You two were always going to end up like this.

You’ve barely even finished the thought before his flushed tip is kissing your cervix so painfully good. 

“Hah- Oh, fuck. Fuck you.” Eyes rolling to the back of your head as he sheaths himself completely in you. A low hiss leaves his swollen lips as he pulls out agonizingly slow, inch by inch, prominent veins dragging along your g-spot. 

“Fuck, you sure you hate me? Because this pussy seems like she can’t get enough of me, hm?”

Whatever retort on the tip of your tongue is cut off by his rock-hard cock bullying its way back into your snug cunt. He fucks you animalistically, heavy balls stinging your pussy as his cock rams in and out of your hole over and over at a relentless pace. 

Strangled mewls of ah! ah! ah! leave your swollen lips as large fingers presses tight circles into your clit at a merciless rhythm matching the cadence of his hips. 

You mindlessly writhe against him, you felt so full - so split open on his cock. It was too much to handle. He was always too much to take. 

“Now now, don’t hah- run away from me, my love. If you’re going to act like such a fucking slut then take it like one.” he purrs, lip curling into a smug smirk that you wanted to smack off his pretty face. You couldn’t stand him - but you couldn’t get enough of him either.

“I’m not the hah- o-one that runs away. And- hngh- I’m not your ‘love’” you grit, because God forbid you go down without a fight - even when you’re falling apart completely under him.

What else could he have even expected? You always did see through him.

God, did he love that bitchy mouth of yours. 

Huffing out a surprised laugh, he wraps a strong arm around your waist pulling you deeper onto his throbbing cock - grip hard enough that he knows you’ll have marks to remember him by. Not like he planned on letting you ever forget him in the first place.

“You always did know how to push my buttons, huh, my love?” 

“Could say the same for you, sweetheart.”

Fuck that stupid fucking petname. How is it that even after years of not hearing it, his heart still lurches the same as it falls out of your mouth? That annoying, nagging part of his brain wonders if you call him the same thing.

And maybe you could read minds - he wouldn’t be surprised - because you open those pretty lips to say “Though, you’re not my sweetheart anymore, huh?”

Unexplainable anger seethes under his skin in a way that makes him want to claw it off. 

“Fuck you.” he hisses, turning your face so his mouth clashes with yours. It’s all bruising urgency and teeth clashing at the breathless dance of your tongues. 

His cock speeds up it’s abuse on your cunt, fucking you with impatient, harsh thrusts that have his leaking tip kissing your cervix. Had it not been for his firm hand around your throat, you were sure you’d have been slammed into the headboard creaking in protest.

“You drive me fucking insane. Fuck you.”

He hates the whines of his name falling from your kiss-bitten lips, and how it’s his favorite song.

He hates the tears clinging to your lashes in a way that makes him want to burn down anything that made you cry. Including himself.

He hates the way your cunt clamps down on him as if it hurts to part - he wishes you felt the same.

He hates the way he can’t let you go.

You were perfect, so perfect. Too perfect for him. He was probably better for you - all stability and reassurance where he is nothing but a whirlwind of change. 

In one, fluid move, he’s pulled out of the snug heaven of your dripping cunt - flipping you onto your back to stare into those beautiful eyes that haunt him every night. 

"Let's forget everything else, if just for tonight."

And with those words, he’s back inside you again, ramming into you with purpose. Though his thrusts are as unforgiving as ever, something about the air feels charged with something different. A rawness that both of you would have shied away from. 

“Th-this doesn’t hngh- fix us, y’know.”

“I know, my love.”

His low words muffled as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, kissing the bite mark with a tenderness that doesn’t translate into his hips. And you can’t overthink it - because your head is only filled with him and the way your cunt is milking his thick cock so good. 

And later you’ll probably blame your foggy thoughts for the reason why your hands subconsciously wrap around his muscled shoulders, pulling him so impossibly close until you can feel his heartbeat thundering under your touch - in sync with your own. One. Two. Three.

“Ah! Shit. Doing so good, cunt made jus’ f’me. You’re made jus’ f’me.” choked moans leave his throat as he pulls away ever-so-slightly to look into your fucked out eyes. 

“Perfect f’me, my love.”

Maybe at his words - or maybe at his predatory, blown-out gaze - you buck your hips to desperately meet his. Breathless moans of his name leaving your bruised lips.

With a final, purposeful thrust of his cock, he pulls you once more into a familiar, searing kiss that sends you both over the edge. You see stars as you cum, mind barely registering the thick ropes of his seed that fill your quivering cunt.

A low groan leaves him as his cum forms a thick, white ring around his base, dripping down your legs and onto the bedsheets that he knew were your favorite. It was feral - and at least for this moment, it made him feel like yours. 

Some carnal part of him keeps bucking his hips into you as if on instinct, letting you ride out your highs together. Fucking his cum deeper and deeper the way he would as lovers, his strong arms wrapped around you to keep you from moving away. But he didn’t have to, because right now you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

Keeping you close. As if he never wanted to let go - both of your bodies a mindless whisper of what your minds craved. 

A delicate intimacy that only your bodies could bring rings in the sex-filled air. And when he finally stops, body collapsing onto yours - he whispers a secret. Meant for only the two of you in this quiet world.

“Fuck me like you still love me.”

Because by God was he in love with you.

- Gojo, TOJI, SUGURU, Atsumu, SUNA, Tsukishima, SAKUSA, EREN

A/N. Maybe I’ll do some fluff next week to make up for this…

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