#breathing has never once helped not even a little bit.
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Note
I love your work, could you please write a viktor x reader who takes care of him. like makes sure he eats, they make baked goods for him or make him go to bed in time. I think it would be cute
Heyo! Sure I can, even if itâs been a while since I wrote for Viktor (or anything) lmao
Caretaker!Reader
Viktor takes well enough care of himself, to his own standards
So we all know he can use a little more help and a little helping hand
I think Viktor is pretty independent so it takes a lot out of him to even be able to do this kind of intimate thing with you
If he does, it takes a lot of vulnerability as you would see him at his lowest
There have been times where he probably refused and would try and get out of any situation where you found out he needed help and to be taken care of
He doesnât want to bother you or anything when he deems it able to be done by himself
It takes a while for him to be comfortable enough with you and your relationship to let himself be vulnerable in that way
As he has never done this kind of thing with anyone else before
But once it happens, trust me, youâre golden
I think he does like sweets and baked goods, so to have you bring him any on a whim and not because you have to, but because you care warms his heart absolutely
He often forgets to take care of himself and his basic needs, like eating and stuff like that for his experiments and research
So he relies on you for that a little bit once he knows you will always be there for him
He loves when you cook or bake for him and knowing itâs so he knows heâs taken care of makes each bite better than the last
At first when you attempted to get him on some sort of decent sleep schedule, he resisted
He went to bed whenever, or whenever his research was done or he passed out and often it was in the lab or at his desk or in the middle of his studying at the table
SOO you would often have to bring him to bed yourself
Once you wore him down enough, he acted like you won
You thought you did until you found out he was just waiting till you fell asleep and slipped out off bed, and slipped back in just before you woke up and pretended to wake up beside you
You had to scold him probably, or it was some sort of argument
He realized you just wanted him to be healthy, and for him to be well rested
Reluctantly, he began going to sleep with you and waking up beside you in the mornings
He found he actually did like this habit because sleeping beside you was surprisingly comforting
He loved hearing your breathing pattern as you fell asleep, and it helped him fall asleep to hear and feel your heart beating as you both snuggled to sleep
And he loved watching you wake up slowly in the mornings
It was all worth it
One thing he was very stubborn about you not doing was taking care of his leg I think
Probably because he feels as his sort of disability is a bother enough, he doesnât want you to be burdened with it
He probably thinks that if you see that part of him, youâll think heâs not worth it and leave
And thatâs not the case
He only finds out on a particularly harsh day when it hurt so bad, and it was so sore all he could do was want to fall asleep and alleviate the pain by any means
You maybe kissed his leg, maybe rubbed out the pain, maybe helped him in any way
But as you did it, he loved the feeling and could only watch you do so and the warm feeling in his chest never left
So, on the hard days, he would drop subtle hints that he wanted to be taken care of
Like subtly saying âoh, it just hurts, I have no clue how to fix itâŠâ and wait for you to offer to rub it
I feel he likes being babied a little bit, but not to much
He doesnât like being treated as glass or like he is incompetent
But he does love being taken care of by you
Be it food, tending to him or showering or making sure he is fed and clean
He loves showering with you
He loves having you wash his hair and the feelings of your hand in it or feeling you lather the soap on him while he just gets to relax and close his eyes and know your there
And that heâs able to soak in all the love
Obviously he returns it all in his own way but
Itâs just all the love you pour in
#arcane viktor x you#arcane x reader#arcane#viktor x y/n#arcane viktor x reader#viktor arcane x reader#viktor x you#arcane viktor#viktor x reader#viktor arcane#viktor league of legends#arcane imagines#arcane headcanon#arcane reader
780 notes
·
View notes
Note
noona. noon. any angsty thoughts to share for the duke au? đïž (iâm craving angst sorry)
Original post
I DO!! Angst version of the au would be if you werenât welcomed at all. Sure, no one is being flat out rude to you, no one is actively sabotaging you and John doesnât hit or force you into anything.
But itâs lonely.
The maids barely touch you, as if disgusted they have to help and tend to the woman their Duke needed to and not wanted to marry, and the butlers are the same. Especially the head butler Garrick. You still donât know his first name and he doesnât seem inclined to tell you.
During the dinner⊠nights with John, youâve started noticing that your food isnât quite as well done as his? Less decorated, occasionally burnt or not cooked well, but you donât want to cause any trouble so you remain silent and John never asks why you seem to eat so little.
You do also meet Duke Riley, the man that John is said to have an incredibly close friendship with, something born during his time servicing the kingdom. Youâve heard so much about him, from bad to good, and you wonder how he actually is.
In the end, you wish you hadnât met him, too. The humiliation of being flat-out ignored in your own home while he speaks amicably with JohnâŠ
So yes. Life as Duchess Price isnât a happy one, but you are just glad you arenât physically hurting.
But you do find solace in the only kindness your parents had bothered to show you before they gave you away; your personal knight, König. He is the only one to not treat you as such. He is the only one you can confide in, feel just a little bit of happiness and friendship with even if you havenât even seen his face yet.
âIâm so tired,â you whisper to him one night, under the blanket of the night sky. Youâd thrown a simple shawl over your shoulders, and hadnât questioned it when he fell in steps behind you, always a protective shadow. Today had been hard. You had also decided to no longer dine with John, not too excited about the lackluster food and the stilted conversations. Cold maids, lonely night⊠you ached for something more.
You take in a shuddering breath, wrapping the shawl tighter around yourself. Konig stands right beside the bench you are sitting on, a familiar and comforting sight and presence. But tonight, itâs not enough. âIâm so tired, König.â You repeat, your voice cracking.
König simply stares at you for a while; you are used to it, used to everything about him. The mask, the accent, the unyielding body that is always keeping you safe. The quiet congestions you have had, during the days you lock yourself away in your office to ignore the loneliness and sadness plaguing you.
You arenât used to seeing König bend down in front of you, holding his hands out until you place them in his. Familiar pale eyes peer up at you. Proper etiquette doesnât matter to you in this moment; who will chastise you for the lack of it when this entire duchy holds only the most basic form of respect for you?
Even if they did, you would not let go of König, your confidant. Your knight.
ââŠWhat do you need, mylady?â
After a silent moment, you take in a deep breath and look back at him. ââŠI want⊠someone who loves me enough to be kind towards me. I want someone who loves me.â
König nods his head. With bated breath, you watch silently as he brings your hands forward, under his mask, to kiss each knuckle on your hands.
âI am your knight, mylady. I am your sword, and your shield. I, too, can be your lover if that is what you want, mylady. Whatever you desire, it is my duty to provide.â König breathes out against your skin, eyes not once flicking away, words not once breaking. He is fully devoted in his decision. âWill you allow me, mylady? The decision is your, always has been. I cannot take you away from this horrible place-â not yet. â-but I can give you my love and devotion, just as Iâve always done. Will you allow me, mylady?â
And after everything youâve been through, all the pain and loneliness and exclusion- you canât say no.
ââŠYes, König.â
(By the time John begins to realize that he may have misjudged you, once you find out the truth, it is already far too late for mending any bridges. There is no particular feeling when you look at him, or any of his men. You only ask that no one bothers your time alone with your shadow, your knight. Itâs far too late for anything.)
#noona.posts#cod x reader#cod#cod x you#tf 141 x reader#tf 141#tf 141 x you#cod imagines#noona.asks#john price x reader#soap x reader#poly!141 x reader#kyle gaz x reader#ghost x reader#gaz x reader#ghost x you#johnny soap mctavish x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#poly 141#poly 141 x reader#poly!141#konig x you#konig x reader#simon ghost x reader#simon ghost riley imagines#simon ghost x you#soap x you#kyle gaz x you#kyle gaz garrick x you
672 notes
·
View notes
Text
SPIT TO SEE THE SHINE
Vendetta Leon S. Kennedy x reader |18+ MDNI. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, KIDNAPPING, DUB CON, smut, age gap (reader is in 20s, Leon is 37) female reader, abusive relationship, implied alcoholism, stockholm syndrome, creampie, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, use of âdaddyâ (not a lot), implied erectile disfunction lmao, victim blaming, fingering, implied physical and sexual violence, forced breeding.
Summary: life gets lonelier after 30s, the realization hits harder Leon and the way to cope with it is to get his hands on alcohol⊠too bad booze tends to encourage him to not be a good man - ending up with a younger girl in his apartment. Maybe it is a grave mistake, but Leon is just a man and who doesnât make them? notes: uhm, this may be a lil bit self indulgent, sorry for that :3 I DONT CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOR IN REAL LIFE!!! reblogs, asks and any kind of feedback or interaction are really appreciated! :3
tags: @withonly-sweetheart
Mama has told you not to trust strangers, the concern was referred to the men, but your ears have never held her words for a time longer than a day. Nor did you remember her words when an attractive, older man noticed you and was nice enough to ask you out. That night was supposed to be a little date, giddy and happy jumping into the front seat of his car. Thatâs the last thing you remember. Eventually, you can not fathom how this happened - the day later your head hurt as you were forced to swallow the hard pill: you got kidnapped by your date.
The first month was insufferable and painful, slowly growing out of your ârebellious attitudeâ and memorizing his body language like a child in an abusive household. His gaze is everywhere, keeping you locked up in the room when he is not present, a reminder to you that there is no free choice. The food, clothes, and your free time were defined by Leonâs mood and taste which⊠Liked to swing, creating a mess for you both, not knowing if he was genuinely ashamed of what he had done. You hated him, dreaming about the day when his throat would be sliced, painting your hands with red just to breathe in the air of freedom.
Mama knows best. No, Leon knows best.
Sometimes Leon is mean, without hesitation, sharp words can be thrown at you when he is drunk. Blaming his misery on you. Trying not to be affected by them, not enough to avoid some of them as they cling to your mind - circling as a reminder.
âYou deserve this, what did you think a man would want from a woman?â,
âyou are better deadâ,
âyou asked for thisâ. Did you actually?
Sometimes he is the nicest guy around here. Showering you with tenderness and care, trying to have a normal conversation, but not daring to look into your eyes. Ashamed probably, which was bittersweet and pleasant, but confusing too. Like a couple. You promised yourself to not change the way you feel about him, even if he is sweet. Not like you have a lot of options now.
Certainly, Stockholm syndrome wasnât going to avoid you, it didnât take long either. You arenât special and Leon looked so lonely, returning after work mostly devastated. The expression someone would have had while grieving over something not obtainable. Not even daring to look into your face, ignoring you until his hands do not reach the booze - drinking himself until his mood changes to a handsy one. Physical or sexual. Sometimes both. And Leon is lonely, he told it himself once. Naturally or not, anger has changed to pity, while hate is mixed with something affectionate towards him. You canât help yourself.
As someone has said - from love to hatred is one step.
So the routine has become clear after a month of staying here, sitting on the floor and watching TV while Leon is behind you. Big brother is watching you - no, Leon is watching you. Drunk or not, monitoring whatever is on the screen is appropriate in his eyes. Not for too long you were concentrating on the blue gleam coming from the screen, illuminating both frames in the living room, now like a natural thing for you both - his fingers end up in your panties to rub your clit in slow and lazy circles. His chest is pressing against your back, focused on your expressions and squirming. His calloused fingertips press harder against your sensitive clit, to hear your voice. Your body is the biggest enemy here - like a Pavlovian dog, reacting to his touch quickly and eagerly. The skin of his fingers is wet and soaked with your slick already, in no time, filling the room with squelching and wet sounds as your moans become harder to keep to yourself. Writhing and trying to shift away, but your body tends to become immobile most of the time - there is no fight or flight, just freeze.
âYou look so miserable. It is reassuring, so cute tooâ In misery, together. His tone is the one someone would use for a dog. Always using that one with you, but you are not a dog. Not like you have any other choices right now, other than taking like a good girl and not lamenting.
If someone would have asked you, Leon is shameless with you, not the one to be shy after a bottle of whiskey, even if he canât get it up sometimes. His fingers nudge your soaked hole, which aches for his attention. It clenches around nothing, pathetically and you disappointedly whine at the emptiness inside you.
âCome on, open your legs, be a nice girl for Daddyâ Leon cooed. His lips brush over your ear, not giving you a chance to do this by yourself - forcing your legs roughly to part wider. âSo much better nowâ
Your hips shift, arching your back as his two fingers intrude into your pussy, curling sweetly inside it to push them at your favorite sweet spot - to enforce more moans at every jolt of pleasure hitting your body. Leon likes that, watching you squirm and open your mouth like a fish desperate for air cause of him. His grip on your jaw is tight, painful even - there are going to be bruises tomorrow and he will be apologizing like a madman.
âDaddy has been so miserable these days too, fucking Redfield is always hassling me.â You donât know who is that. The sound of his hand fumbling with his belt and the fly of his jeans reach your ears, a loud noise of them falling on the floor. âCanât even have a vacation, what would you do without me, baby?â
âUghhâŠ!â you choke on your moans. There is no thought behind your eyes, your entire attention is on your pleasure. Feeling overwhelmed at every thrust of his fingers, writhing in his hold while he is roughly pumping into your drenched hole, an uncomfortable wetness clings to your inner thighs - begging to fuck you already.
âFuck, I am so sorry, sweetheart, but you are so wet. I canât. Just the tip, okay? Sorry,â he groans breathlessly, giving hot and quick kisses on the side of your head. Sweet touch. His gaze darkens and his body presses harder against yours, feeling his erection press against your ass. âjust⊠this hole is dripping, and you donât look like you donât want itâ
You are so close actually, every thrust hitting your sweet spot, curling, and keeping the quick pace of his fingers make you almost drool while focusing on approaching orgasm. Too bad that isnât on his to-do list. As much as he wants to see you cum, on his fingers or not, - his own pleasure is much more important, especially when his dick is hard. Whiskey dick isnât so easy to get up these days. His fingers roughly withdraw from your soaked hole with a squelching pop, denying your orgasm. The emptiness returns and your sensitive pussy clenched around nothing again - aching to be filled again.
âSo messy,â Leon mutters out, shoving his index and middle fingers in your mouth - forcing you to clean them, your tongue rolls and wraps around them, tasting yourself before he finally pulls them away. âasking for bad things to happenâ
You can swear to God this made your clit throb. Wetter than you can ever be, or you are hallucinating, hoping this isnât the case. Thoughts are quickly brushed aside when his cock is pressed in between your pussy lips, bumping against your aching clit while he rubs himself against your soaked and needy cunt that coats his flesh in your slick, lubing his length in it before he pushed his cock into you - Leon is not really a patient man. Yeah, just the tip, of course. Your velvety walls easily swallow his cock, stretching inch by inch with pleasant pain and letting it slide as he pushed in quick motion until his cock got buried deep inside you. Balls pressed against your flesh, while you canât help but tightly clench around him, his chest is pressed against your back. Relishing how tight and warm is your pussy, the best and most calming feeling for Leon - to fill you with his cock for his own pleasure. Your hair gets tugged roughly, making your head roll back while Leon starts moving slowly. His cock drags against your walls, pulling out until only a tip remains inside.
âSee? Only a tipâ Leon mocks you, before slamming back in, bottoming out in one thrust. You whimper and squirm, but his hold on your hair is hard - the only way to keep you under his control. His hips start pounding into you, falling deep into the pleasure connecting your bodies. âYour pussy just feels so good, werenât you made for this, mmm?â
His movements stutter as his pace slowens when his blue eyes make eye contact with the TV. You didnât really catch on what was happening until his hand tugged your hair, directing your half-lidded gaze to the point of his interest. The sight of your image on the news, big words on the red background: MISSING PERSON. The former shelf of yourself is staring at you both, smiling brightly - not knowing there is no future for you. The volume is turned off. In this household, it is common knowledge that Leon doesnât let you watch the news, every time getting agitated and avoiding you even more, when sober, which doesnât last long after that. The mood swing was quick, every time it was like a loud thunderstorm, his hips make another thrust - cock hits your cervix and forces out a loud moan, involuntarily, when Leonâs cockhead grinds against it.
âThis is bullshit, you know?â He hisses into your ear, giving another rough thrust to make you gasp pathetically, as he presses your head against the TV screen. âno one is coming for you. Why? Cause you are forgettable, baby, no one needs youâ
âS-stop, Leonâ you mumble in between moans and trying to keep yourself aware of what is happening. âT-too much, p-please!â
Your body feels like it is on fire due to the mix of emotions he provokes, your cunt grips his cock tightly while aching for your denied orgasm from before. His hand gives a hard slap on your sensitive clit, making you arch and flinch. Your pussy flutters, gripping him tighter.
âShhh, I am doing a favor hereâ he mutters, yanking your head back, forcing you to look at the news while his pounding grew more erratic, intensifying wet and flesh-hitting sounds. His voice is loud in your ears, muffling other sounds, overwhelming as his cock keeps making rough thrusts into you with every word - to punctuate them. âKeeping you here, taking care of useless you that canât do anything rightâ
He buries himself deep again, pausing again to relish in the feeling of his cock filling you, while your wet walls engulf him nicely - like a drug, inviting him to stay there and never pull away. Slick drips down your thighs, and his nose brushes behind your ear before nibbling on the soft cartilage. His hand gives another light slap on your pussy, the tightness of your walls almost makes him cum.
âMaybe a baby, what do you think about it, mm?â The idea makes him throb, sliding in and out more erratically. As if he cares about your opinion right now, his fingers tug your hair harder, but his words make you flinch harder. Tears prick behind your eyelids.
âNo-no-no. You canât cum inside, no!â He is not wearing a condom. Bad, too bad. Begging comes out naturally for you now, in between your moans. Fear coats your voice, as the idea sets in quickly - being trapped here cause of an unfortunate kid. âNot the baby! Leon, please! Iâll be good, please!â
âOf course, I can. Shut up. You like thisâ Leon hisses, keeping your head in a firm hold, so your eyes are set on the old photo. It doesnât feel right, but you canât stop yourself from making noises, shifting so Leon would hit a better angle. This somewhat combines with a shame, at every hint of it your mind shoves it away. âYou canât look at yourself, too bad. Dripping even more after my words, like a whore.â
Wanting to cum, focusing more on the pleasure of his dick filling your hole - feels so wrong, but good. Like your body shouldnât enjoy how Leonâs hips keep pounding into your soaked cunt, hitting the pudgy spot and making you repeat his name like a prayer, but your own mind and body are the biggest enemy, betraying you. His own balls tighten, as a reminder of his so soon approaching orgasm.
âYou love me right, baby?â Leon whispers, voice coming out breathy and brushing against your ear shell. His calloused fingers crawl back to your clit, flicking and rubbing it roughly and unsteadily. Trying to keep the feeling of that warm tightness sucking in his cock.
âI love you, Leon, o-oh!â you hum, nibbling on the lower lip and arching, letting more noises when his dick hits your sweet spot so sloppily and messy now, chasing his orgasm. And him circling your clit with his calloused fingertips makes your legs tremble - so close to tripping and falling flat on the floor. This makes your mind fuzzy, shoving away the fear of being pregnant. Leon is nice, right? Nice enough to push you against the cold screen of the TV, it doesnât have its use anymore. That photo faded with the news, after all. âI love you, love you,â
Your voice comes out shaky and high-pitched now. His eyes are set on your disheveled look, with light traces of tears as you repeat the confession erratically, filling his mind with them. Making this normal, you love him, so he can allow himself to not feel so guilty, right? With a final and rough thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, giving chaste and soft kisses to the back of your head. Your body shudders eventually too, your walls spasm harder around him as the hard feeling of orgasm hits you, pleasant shockwaves dumb every bad thought in the head. His cock throbbed, letting a loud groan and finally spurting ropes of cum into you while keeping messy circles on your sensitive clit, prolonging your orgasm and making you more overwhelmed with every flick. The warm essence fills your hole, Leon pulls out his softening cock with a wet pop, watching how his sperm slowly oozes out from your pussy. His mind is light, the hint of booze keeps guilt from emerging.
Words of love donât feel like a complete lie now, as pleasant memories overwhelm the bad ones. They become almost an empty spot in the back of your mind, leaving only a foggy feeling of hate and dread. And your brain is weak for the bliss, hammering every moment deep in you - craving for more. Hate wonât bring you out of this, maybe affection will. Your hand grips weakly his wrist, you wonât be able to bear the loneliness after sex tonight.
âDonât leave meâ Your mouth is quicker than your mind, not processing anything right now. Leon breaks out in a weak smile, but his gaze isnât capable of keeping eye contact right now. Still, he scoops you in his arms without a second thought. Remaining silent, feeling your weak body in his hold he canât help but pepper chaste kisses on your forehead. Trying to prolong the sweet and guiltless moment for you both.
You should have known better than to accept that date with him.
#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#leon s kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy x you#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy#vendetta leon#resident evil smut#leon kennedy fanfic#resident evil#leon x reader#resident evil x reader#resident evil x you#re fanfic#resident evil fanfiction
71 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Pressure of the Podium: Interview With George Russell
While British success stories in Formula 1 tend to centre around Lewis Hamilton-as well they should; he's a legend-George Russell has quietly been making a serious name for himself. At a fresh-faced 26 years old, heâs one of the younger racers on the grid and, when we caught up with him ahead of the Hungarian Grand Prix back in the summer, was still revelling in the best season of his career. So, how was he finding the season so far? "Its been... I wouldn't say a rollercoaster, but it's been one that we've been climbing," says Russell. "At the start we were at the bottom of the mountain and been steadily getting closer to the top. There's so much excitement and motivation when you're on a team like this, like we have a visible return on everything we've been putting in, that momentum we've been building up."
We were talking shortly after his second F1 victory in Austria, which was a bit of a hairy one. After spending most of the race in third, still a respectable podium finish, Lando Norris and Max Verstappen ahead of him got a little too close to one another, crashing to take them both out the race. It was a far cry from Russell's incredibly convincing first win. But was there a difference to him? "Each win is incomparable. Every race is a completely different scenario. My first, in Brazil, was where I was ahead every lap. I'd done fantastically the day before and the pressure was there. Near the end I had Lewis on my tail and it was a relief to get across that finish line. In Austria I was happy to be in third, and then it all kicked off ahead and the opportunity arose. Every race is different and you never really know how it's going to go, even when you're behind the wheel." With that kind of uncertainty, it has to be hard to prepare yourself for racing at this level. There's the danger, of course, as that crash in Austria and a multitude of other times shows, but none of these guys would be racing if that put them off. Instead, we were more interested to find out if the pressure ever got to him - and, more importantly, what Russell did to cope with it.
"I'm a little obsessive. I try to make sure I've gone through all the preparation possible with my engineers, taken a look at last year's data, gone over the car, the weather conditions; anything I feel I need to be looking for. Once I've ticked them all off I'm at peace, mentally. I know I'm at my peak physical condition. I know every race is going to be tough. But there are nineteen other drivers and hopefully they'll find it tougher than I will. After that, what will happen, will happen. It's out of your control." With that huge amount of pressure every single week, the intense training regime to stay in that physical condition, and the sheer hectic nature of a globe-trotting racing competition, decompression seems like a necessity. Russell, though, seems to want to take decompressing very literally.
"I love being by the sea so I've started free diving, which is a bit of a random hobby, but when I'm out in the water I'm just so focused on my breathing, on being underwater, that I just disconnect from the world. Once beneath the sea, down there with the fish and coral, you're not thinking about anything else except having enough breath to get back to the top!" Russell isn't the only British racing legend around. We've had a long, illustrious line of champions of which Hamilton is only the latest and Russell could potentially be next. For Russell, there's something in the inspiration of champions of old, and having seven of the ten Formula 1 teams based in the UK helps. But for him, the key to British racing success is British racing's green grass roots.
"I remember racing with Lando and Alex, and alongside other racers who didn't make it to Formula 1 but have made professional racing careers. There's definitely something about the grass roots level here that works. But it needs to stay at that level. This isn't the most economical sport in the world, so we need to make sure that we can give kids that don't have the opportunity, otherwise, the funding they need to get behind the wheel and try go-karting." That said, go-karting is never going to be cheap for most would-be podium contenders, and whether it's that or sheer pace, it's an opportunity sadly few kids have. E-sports, on the other hand, is different. "Simulators have advanced so much now. The Formula 1 game is fantastic and there should be ways we can identify talent sooner, instead of just having financial backing to push you through the ranks."
Whether coming from the classic karting angle or from killing it online with photorealistic driving games, kids are going to need to have to contend with one of the most intensely competitive sports in the world - if not the most. According to Russell, though, they shouldn't be afraid of making mistakes; quite the opposite. "The one piece of advice that I try to embrace, myself, is: donât be afraid to fail. The times I've failed have been the times I've progressed the most, the times I've really pushed my limits. It doesn't matter what you do; failure is necessary. It's how we grow, how we learn about ourselves. There's so much pressure not to let people down, especially with younger people, but you don't want to go through life never making a mistake or knowing where your ceiling is."
And any advice for those of us not thinking of a career in racing? Even shaving a few seconds off a track day would help for a few more bragging rights. "No matter what you're driving, stay relaxed. I've driven with people that have never been on a track before. They tense up, hunch over, and it makes everything erratic. Smooth is fast - smooth with the steering, throttle, and brake. It's not necessarily how we drive in Formula 1, but if you want to speed up on a track day, stay relaxed." Obviously, itâs not lost on Russell just how many kids and F1 fans alike look up to him as a sportsman. He's young, he's hungry, and his experience is starting to pay off. But for Russell, there are other sportspeople in other sports, and one in his own who I'm sure you can guess, that he looks up to.
"I have a huge amount of respect for Ronaldo. He's without a doubt the leader in his field. The same with Djokovic - they're fighters that push their physical performance. Then there's Lewis, obviously. He puts his platform to great use and I admire him for that as much as his wins and what he's doing off the track. I hope to be one of those leaders in years to come." Now he may well get a chance as Lewis will, in 2025, be moving from Mercedes, as Russell's teammate, over to Ferrari. It's a bold move, but on the other hand it means that Russell will soon be able to race his former teammate as an actual rival. Will that be weird? "He'll be wearing a different suit, but I'll still recognise him! We're at different stages in our career, but we have massive respect for one another. For now, I'll see him on the track."
#damn george other than lewis you have Shit taste in other athletes#george russell#f1#formula 1#fic ref#fic ref 2024#not a race#2024 not a race#between britain and hungary 2024#with lewis#tw max#tw body image
26 notes
·
View notes
Text
You see, I think people don't explicit this enough, but the thing with anxiety is that.
You get an absurd, anxious thought. "What if horrible thing happened." And you get flooded with adrenaline. And then you get a second, rational thought. "It is unlikely that horrible thing happened; mundane thing probably happened instead."
But the adrenaline?? Is not going anywhere!! The chemicals?? Still in your body!! So now you have to sit there. And bathe in the worry chemicals.
#the chemicals proceed to trigger other horrible 'what if?' thoughts#no amount of rationally knowing something is unlikely will get rid of the chemicals.#you have to do BREATHING EXERCISES and shit#which I swear to God don't work on me.#breathing has never once helped not even a little bit.
344 notes
·
View notes
Text
RIDIN' DIRTY ?!
âË. sum. you never realized how hot your local mechanic was until he had you arched and bent over your hood. spoiler fucking alert, you end up getting a different kind of pipe thatâs of course free of charge just for you.
warnings. fem! reader, mechanic toji, unprotected, degradation, oral (f! receiving), spıt, breÄding, shotgunning, fuckıng you on the hood, praise, manhandling, pĂșssywhipped toji, size kink, biting, brief fıngering, petnames.
wc. 5.3k
an. ty kali for beta'ing some x
âsheâs all done, maâam,â your mechanic toji murmurs in a gruff voice, yanking back your stick shift before putting it in park. he drove it near the garage of his auto shop, a rounded plump cigarette sticking from the corner of his mouth. with a yawn departing from his lips, he eyes you up and down for a bit before removing his seatbelt. stepping out, he then towers over you by many, many staggering inches. his silhouette alone was intimidating, and you shift your dilated irises away once he cocks his head to your level. âstill in pretty good shape. yâer model ainât that old ân i think you should visit every few weeks.â
compressing your thighs together, you bury your purse underneath the pit of your arm. âoh, okay thank you sir,â and as heâs standingâyou then take a good glimpse at the man in front of you. heâs handsome, sweaty, and covered in nothing but a slick sheet of grease. the more you gawk, the more you could see a bit of curly chest hair poke out against his skin. his broad chest, his perky pink nipples that poked-
âheh, darlinâ ya donât gotta be so formal, yâknow,â and your eyes darted toward his work cap that was slightly twisted. god, he was so attractive. he inches toward you closer, watching you struggle to keep composure before you think heâs gonna kiss you. so what do you do, you close your eyes. you close your fucking eyes, thinking he was gonna kiss you but instead, he places a hand on the hood of your car. âoh? silly girl, were you expectinâ something?â
ân- no.â
yeah, you were.
it was late at night, midnight, and everyone had clocked out for the day.
everyone except toji. he was a workaholic. you needed a last minute oil change and he was the only available one near by. he was about to close but made an exception. the auto shop has a cooling air surrounding the inside of the garage before you swallow. you can hear your saliva trail its way down your throat as you finally meet direct eye contact with the older man. âcute,â toji murmurs, and heâs not even touching you. heâs not even touching you but it felt like it. despite his teasing, you get hit face first with a strong waft of his scent. his cologne, you knew the exact type he was wearing. cheap, but long lasting against anyoneâs nostrils who takes a first whiff. âitâs been a while since yâer last oil change though, iâd be lyinâ if i said i didnât miss ya.â
with a quirk of a brow, you murmur up at him, deciding why not to play along. you knew he was most likely teasing but still. âyou missed ⊠me?â
âsure,â toji removes his baseball cap, fanning it against the sweat glistening off his bulging muscles that poke through his perfectly sculpted body. he was so fit, you couldnât help but openly leer at his broad, intense figure. with a sly smile, he leans against your car before humming, taking another hit of his cigar. ânot too many pretty faces show up âround here. besides, i didnât forget about our little moment last time.â
your breath gets caught in the back of your throat.
he remembered,
he remembered the little incident the two of you shared. when you came for your last oil change and a battery repair, you also ended up sharing a kiss with toji. it was nothing more, nothing less.
but it was hot, having his tongue shoved down your throat with his big rough hands roaming along the sides of your body. being so pressed up against him, you felt yourself longing for more. in your city, toji was the best mechanic for miles. he we well known, quick, precise, and quite flirty.
you brought out the worst in him that day, and it annoyed you how the steamy, sultry kiss got interrupted by his boss. shiu ⊠something, rich raven hair mirroring the same color as his worker.
âoh y- yeah.â you sheepishly mumble, feeling the tension through the air run thick. you loathed desperately how whenever you were around toji, your stammer would make an appearance. you hated it, it was so embarrassing and he ate it up everytime. tojiâs sly gaze lowers and he titters at the cute pullover and skirt you wore before your own eyes trail toward his lips.
his lips,
they were naturally crooked â pink, and that damn slanted scar that remained to slash against the right side of his mouth. you peeped a bit of a growing stubble, but nevertheless he was always well trimmed. toji flashed a grin before he got way close to you. kneeling his head down, he whispers toward you. âoh y- yeah,â he mocks your trembling tone, and he was so close that his musk, his body heat radiates off you completely. âsomethinâ tellinâ me you came here for more than just an oil change, that right, baby?â
your heartâs pulsing intensifies at his cunning words. always cutting straight to the chase. heâs so up close, his cologneâs just clogging up your nose by now before your thighs squeeze themselves shut. âyes.â
âyes what, darlinâ?â and thereâs a hint of jibe in his voice. the moment he grabs your chin gently, youâre ready to lose it right there. tojiâs wearing mechanic gloves, the soft padded leather pulling down on your bottom lip playfully. with a coy head tilt, he purses your lips a bit more open. âah, câmon. use those pretty words, tell me what ya want.â
your legs, the crevices between them were already starting to slick with moisture.
oh, this couldnât have been anymore embarrassing. as you meet his jade green eyes, you reply with a tone that comes out far more needy than you originally intended. âi want .. i want you, toji.â
thereâs a frisky, playful glint in his eyeâas well as the tiny crinkle forming at each twist of his facial expressions. âyeah you do,â and his words were pitched deep, so deep that the timbre lingering underneath his tone sends your spine shivers. âmore than a kiss? iâll hafta charge ya extra, heh.â
still . . it was humor in his voice, you knew he was joking but the heat purring between your thighs only grew. your body was screaming at you, itâs been a while since your last time anyway, the last time youâve been touched.Â
with a nod, murmuring out a faint little, âmore than a kiss, âtoj,â he snickers, closing the awkward distance between you two finally.
the moment his lips crash against yours, everything feels hot. scorching hot â similar to the sahara, his tongue being the water you needed to cool down. the leftover smoke and booze that lingered on his tongue was strong, the second it glided against your buds it tasted stronger. you could feel his smirk creeping against his lips before with two hands, he lifts you up, propping you to sit on the hood of your car.Â
it was madly aggressive - teeth clashing, tongues twisting, one taste again and he was addicted.
he made sure to take out his cigarette before hand, squeezing it against his fingers as heâs gradually grinding his hips by you. itâs slow, you could feel his raging boner prod right through his work pants.
it was hard to miss, you couldnât help but give him a few nosy peeks which he was working on your car to see if he was a packer and he definitely was.
sticky strands of his hair tickle against your forehead as heâs rutting right in you. a free hand makes its way onto your left thigh, slowly dancing his fingers amongst your skin. the moment your legs entrap his slim waist, locking around his torso, he grunts. both lashes were close to touching, breaths were becoming heavy, and you felt his tongue curl around yours. toji was a sloppy yet passionate kisser, and yetâ he wanted his tongue to work in other ways.Â
and it did,Â
your jaw drops open as youâre laid flat on your back, staring at the man with his face shoved deep between your thighs. toji sprawls open your legs, delving his long tongue inside of your slick entrance to get a sweet taste.
gradually, his tongue dips all around your cunt, creating a little swirl before he feels your body twitch in rapture.
ât- tojiiii,â you whine, feeling a bit paranoid at how anyone could just see the two of you.
sure, you were both in a securely locked garage ( at least you hoped ) âbut, anyone could just walk in. walk in and see you having your pussy being devoured by one of the most top known mechanics in the city. if youâd have given a rating on his pussy eating skills, itâd be five stars without question.Â
he was always so nasty with itâ occasionally, with his now bare fingers from removing his gloves, he slides a thumb down your slick.
âlook at her, sheâs fuckinâ sloppy,â he whispers against your cunt â his warm breath brushes near your folds and you whimper. your voice echoes raw out your throat, ringing through the spacey walls of his garage. this was far better than just an oil change, you were thinking. so so better,
as tojiâs still swiping a tongue against your entrance in a circular rotationânose deep, speaking of nose, it starts to rummage its way against your nub. you gag out a gasp, nearly choking from how out of breath you were with your legs shaking tremendously. with your teeth shattering, he nibbles against your clit, staring you dead in the eyes. âmmf, âs fuckinâ good. how generous of you though,â he coos in a gruff tone, easing a single digit inside of your slippery core. âhavenât ate all day ân this meal âs just what i needed darlin, heh.â
tojiâs charisma was simply unmatched.
it was something about him being face first between your legs that made him ten times more attractive.
his hair, it was a bit lengthy but not too much. he grew it out the last time you saw him. a bit of a wolf cut but was neatly trimmed toward his shoulders. itâs rough and unkempt, dark black bangs still running down his eyes. every few seconds, heâs got to whip his head back in vex so his vision isnât occluded.Â
âhnnggh, right there toji. pleaseplease.â you babble out in desperate cries, swallowing your own pathetic pity before savoring the honeyed taste.
a whimper rips out of your throat to where it sounds similar to a gargle. his tongue knows just the right spots to reach. your clitoral hood, he loved to suck on it until that cute scream snatches from your esophagus.
ânever tasted a girl so sweet ân all my years,â he groans, a single finger still shoved inside. itâs stretching you out more and your back arches against the warm hood of your vehicle.
from side to side,
his head moves and shifts and shakes and youâre about to lose it. in fact, you were already losing it, feeling your legs turn into complete mush. jello even, they felt nonexistent thanks to his sloppy tongue.
whilst heâs buried right between your thighs, the mechanicâs got the smuggest grin that you just wanted to wipe right off his face.Â
tojiâs so pent up and arousedâhe works a regular six to twelve hour shift, it was almost the same situation for you. he canât remember the last time heâs been ⊠active, albeit he was exhausted. and yet it seemed as if your precious, slick cunt gave him all the needed battery to fuel his energy right back up.
a husky growl vibrates against your pussy and you whine as a hand combs its way into his hair. in the process, your fingers tangle against his strands. your digits - all five of them stroke through his scalp before giving it a brief tug.Â
âkinky âlil slut, huh,â he grunts, head yanking forward towards your thighs. toji hated the fact that it turned him on. a lot, so much so that his dick twitches in his wrangler rigg jeans. as heâs got you still laid against your parked car, he slurps against your cunt - feeling you pulse right into his mouth. âthereâs that cute heartbeat, she wants so much fuckinâ attention today.â
ât- toji, âm gonna cum,â you moan, his low words only pushing you further to the edge. barred big hands cling against both sides of your thighs. no longer having a finger inside, he firmly grabs your leg.
youâre quavering,
seeing nothing but splotches of snowy white as heâs slurping up your cunt like a hot dish of pasta. âc- cum, fuck âm gonna cum, y- your tongue âs goodddd.â
with a low hoarsely chortle, he hums. âcareful, doll. cum ân iâll have to add a bit of tax to your bill. plus an extra fee for heh, grease.â
you stare at him with a cute confused expression and he snickers. âaw, âm joking, donât gimme that look,â and with warm lips pressing against your cunt, you mewl out a desperate, shrilling whine.
as the seconds go on, youâre steadily being brung to the teetering orgasmic edge. with your hips bucking against his face, heâs grabbing ahold of waist with his tongue exploring the inner caves of your delicious cunt.
your nub, he continues to flick against it, making your body jerk back against the unmoving vehicle. you whimper and whimper before he shoots you a teasing smile, whistling against your folds. âuse those words, darlinâ. use âem ân tell me what you want, yeah.â
âwanna cum- wanna c-cum,â you breathe, feeling the shiver in your jaw. even still, youâre wisping fingers into his strands, gripping it tightly before youâre grinding your cunt against his face.
a snail-like trail of your own clear slick runs down his chin. oh, with the way he slowly pulls his head up to smirk at you, you just wanted to kiss him again. your bodyâs hanging onto its last and final hinges before youâre spasming, feeling him swat a palm against your pussy thrice. ângh, toji. wanna cum. please, need it. n- need to cum.â
âiâd beg to differ,â he groans, reaching for the hem of his pants - pulling the heavy piece of clothing down. his dick alone had a bit of weight to it and with murky-like irises, you gawk openly.
with a hand going inside of his pants, he lets off a guttural groan, starting to stroke himself off. a few solid pumps and heâs already sucking his teeth at the almost unbearable friction.
âfuck, y- you donât âneedâ shit, little girl,â and heâs multitasking. one hand focusing on your thigh and another on his cock. heâs so hard, heâs so fucking hard and the moving youâre doing against his body - the grinding, it doesnât make it any better. with a mean slap, he spanks your cunt again before spitting near your folds. âyou need it, you need âta cum. right darlinâ?â
ây- yes,â you hiccup, white noise deafening your ears continuously. the loooooong, sleazy slurps of his tongue makes you rock more into his mouth, nearly pulling out his strands with your rough, hard grip.
the more you tug and pull against his hair, the more it turns him on. his cock throbs whilst a long vein runs through the very side of his shaft. the center of tojiâs thumb brushes against his peeling brief foreskin. âneed, i need to cum. please.â you correct yourself, in hopes that heâd let you succumb to your nirvana-filled release.
as your fingers continue to fish through his hair, gathering a nice hold, he starts to make out with your folds. the squelches, they were singing out a cacophony of sloppy sounds. youâre sopping wet so good for him to where your cuntâs just voluntarily cascading on his mouthâcascading down his chin.
with ease, you even drench his stubble with your slick - happily. âgo âhead girl,â he grunts, gazing hungrily at the concoction of strings departing. cobwebs of his saliva mixing along with strings of your slick makes him groan. what a mess. a mess and you were the biggest one possible.
once you come undone, everythingâs so hazy. your legs jitter in exhilaration, moaning loudly from the intense palpitation. he licks you clean, lapping up your flavorful juices with his tongue before feeling a few spurts of his own cum paint against his palm. âf- fuck, pretty,â he grunts, each stroke against his hard cock making him grind his teeth together. his jaw tightens, realizing heâd just came with you - all from eating you out. you were shaking still, your climax making your vision turn into a rainbow of color. your eyelids, all you saw was a plethora of colorful tints, slowly jerking your hips forward until you couldnât anymore. as you move, he guides you to ride out your orgasm, ride it out all on his face. âthaaaatâs it, gimme all of yâer taste, mhm.â
it lasts for seconds, seconds that felt like long, never ending hours. with a sweet elongated battle cry of your own thatâs in reality replaced with an ear shattering orgasm, you slump back against your vehicle.Â
âsuch a good girl,â he murmurs, getting up and itâs a concise soreness in his thighs from bending down for that duration of a time. inhaling a breath of fresh air, he inches toward your face. âheh, you look so dumb,â he teases at your state. indeed you were, his tongue had you feral and craving for more. you were still throbbing, his body heat closing the remaining spacey inches between you both before he grabs your chin. âwant a taste, do ya?â
ây- yes,â you nod, your own breathing betraying you with how you struggle to maintain easy, singlular breaths.
toji pops his cigarette back into his mouth before taking a long, deep inhale. the smoke burns, and he aligns his dick up against your drooling slit. he didnât have to do much moving, the skirt you wore made it easy for him to lift the thin piece of fabric up for access. you glance down, and he was so big.
veiny, a heavy fat cock with an even heavier fat base. as the end of the lit cigarette sticks between his teeth, his brows contorts into a furrow.Â
toji coos quietly, the mushroom-tip of his dick sweltering inside against your warm heated core. âopen wide, babygirl,â he huffs, a thumb peeling down your lip once more. his eye contact had your pussy twitching profusely. it was so intimate, you felt the arising tension reach its peak. not even hesitating, you part your lips open, leaving your mouth open ajar for him. âgood. nice ân wide for toji,â he refers to himself and you watch with doe eyes as he blows an airy puff of smoke right into your mouth. tepid lips hover against your own, and heâs so close that he can almost smell your longing arousal. you moan at the feeling of his tip easing its way into your cunt, creating squelchy sloshing sounds of acceptance. âthere we go baby, nice ân easy.â he whispers, and toji finally kisses you.Â
you moan, feeling his dick breeze its way into your sopping cunt, the stretch already presenting itself toward your walls. itâs a tight stretch and you moan, throbbing from the way youâre opening up for him. as the friction sets against your twitching muscle, you whine, running your tongue down his to taste the brewing variations of saliva and smoke into your mouth. itâs so sloppy, his tongue game was just improperly risquĂ©.Â
fithly, coarse..
with your ass sitting directly on the cool running hood of your vehicle, heâs continuing to drive his dick straight into you.
you moan as his lips attack against yours, savoring your candied flavor. it was something about you that he couldnât get enough of. tojiâs body - it was broad and big. as he towers over your frame, he starts to thrust a bit forward.
âughh,â he bites down on your lip, dark mean eyes meeting yours as he then opens them.
the stretch had you gasping for air once his lips shortly break away. already, you missed them. he sees the pout and he chuckles before his head tosses itself back. as his lips pull away, strands of spit abruptly leave, saying its goodbyes to each mouth. âso fuckinâ â shit.â he swears, so lost in your swallowing walls that he forgets his initial sentence.Â
already, his eyes were starting to flicker back.
rolling back,
it was sexy to witness, especially up close. tojiâs cock dives into your cunt further and further before finally, he bottoms out. once heâs reached the hilt - the very hilt, you whine, throwing your arms over his tense shoulders carelessly.
âfuck me, f- fuck me, toji. please.â you stammer out in pathetic babbles, the repetitive twitch in your pussy making him all the more harder. your pleas almost fall on deaf ears before you feel the veins pulse down his cock. it spasms inside you and if you werenât as wet before, you were certainly wet now.
heâs just so hard, your walls grip and envelope around his length as you bite on his shoulder.Â
âdidnât know weâre on bitinâ terms now, heh,â he attempts to joke, one hand gently squeezing onto your waist. his touch, you never failed to lean into his touch. with a needy gasp, his hefty dick tucks its way into the insides of your cunt. your goopy walls squelch and squelch, shrieking out a lewd harmony of wails. youâre so wet - already, his base starts to get painted from your slick. you moan, licking a stripe near the crook up neck. he snickers, feeling the moisture of your tongue collide against his skin. âjusâ so fuckinâ hot,â he gruffs, staring at your already fucked dumb expression. âmhm, such a nasty girl. havinâ me fuck ya on yâer car.â
heâs stretching you out so good, its as if your cunt was a gymnast â easily bending and breaking, stretching in and out. tojiâs dick was fat - the foreskin thatâs glued against his tip stimulates the insides of your wet core. you whine once more, clinging onto his beefy body as heâs fucking you on the hood.
pitiful babbles of mercy whisper in his ears, your ankles and heels brushing alongside the red lines of his back. toji was sweating a lot more from the constant moving â you, your body jolting up against your car and his sharp, deadly hits going in and out of you. each piston has you weak, stupid even.
despite his mechanic scented musk with a sprinkle of inexpensive cologne, it was still alluring to you. you throbbed as he continued to jerk his hips against the same spot. your toes, all five of them on both feet curl in awe before you start to spasm.
ây- yes, please. right there, right there tojiiii.â and you probably sounded so pathetic but you could care less. your face was all scrunched up and twisting in blissful pleasure as heâs plunging into you at full force. his rhythm, his pace . . it was ruthless.Â
safe to say, you were addicted.
cock drunk, easy - just like that. with a secure grip still on your hip, heâs reeling you back with such ease. strands of saliva starts to pour out from the side corners of your mouth and he slyly smiles. âoh, you just wanna be a messy customer today, huh. such a mess,â and with a flick of his thumb, he swipes your spit clean. he does this only to pop the same finger into his mouth, relishing in your glacĂ©, syrupy taste. âso sweet, âm gonna need more though.â
your knees embarrassingly buckle. your weeping cunt sobs for more and more as his mean, degrading thrusts is just leaving you utterly dumbfounded. your mouth was open, tiny little pants of air escaping out into the form of a mere croak. tojiâs weighty dick thoroughly plummets into your insides with all of his might to where youâre already visibly stupid.
each mocking thrust makes your stomach churn. heâs so deep, his tip located in every area. youâre stretched, worn thin, and the minute his cockhead greets your cervix with a french kiss, you shriek sweetly.
âoh my g- goddd, there please, toji, tojiiii,â and you were just babbling out anything at this point.
it was adorable, every few seconds, the mechanic had to swipe the back of his hand against his forehead. the remaining few droplets of perspiration that resided underneath his bangs was a lot. as beads of sweat race down his face, sable irises meeting your dumbed down state and you moan, nails now clawing into his shoulders. âf- fuck, âs good. âs fuckinâ big.â
âbig just for you, baby,â he groans against your ear - the fat of his balls mashing against your entrance making you dizzy. youâre about to break again, the smell in the air was almost potent.
with his cologne, the mixture of his sweat, and the burning hot gas fumes of your car, you felt like you were floating. your cunt was being stuffed with delirious inches of cock and you wouldnât have it any other way. toji grabs your chin, pressing a wet kiss against your mouth before his tempo accelerates. âshittt, grippinâ on me so good, âm gonna cum, darlinâ.â
at his throaty words, you meet his eyes before burying your face into his neck for about the nth time again. the only words he could hear you whine into his neck was, âinside, inside me, âtoj.â
âso yâer a creampieee kinda girl,â he sneers in amusement - watching as youâre slowly being taken to your inevitable rapturous rapture.
youâre whimpering, taking in each of his deep, pivotal strokes. toji brings his hands toward your waistline, skimming his fingertips against the curvature before nibbling on your earlobe. âcareful, sweets... âs gonna be a nice big load. can ya be a good girl ân take that much? donât wanna give ya too much of a full, heh.â
if it wasnât for his puns â youâd smack him, but you were too cock drunk to think, let alone comprehend.Â
âi can take it,â you nod desperately, a cute tremor in your voice as youâre making haste with your own hips against his. everythingâs so sharp. âfuck, f- fuck me, right there.â
toji found it cute how repetitive your sweet nothings were - the same endless chatter flowing past your lips. âyeahhh.â he jibes, although his words were in the form of a question. you grab against his wrist while your slippery soaked cunt braces for the parching, hot fill.
three thrusts,Â
three slow deep thrusts and he was at his peak. leisurely, as tojiâs cock deeply into the pits of you, almost reaching your tummy - you feel a few hot spurts shoot into you raw. toji groans, his voice echoing through the garage. he was whipped. your expression was so cute, hooded droopy eyes and an abashed little grin.
his swollen fat tip was downright rude with the way it scrapes against your pussy, thrashing all inside as if it knows the place.
itâs so much, colossal big hands of his grab onto your thigh, and he leans in to gently pierce his teeth into your skin. sucking against your tender flesh, like honeyâlike nectar, he grunts his own gruff climax into your shoulder.Â
his voice was low - his adamâs apple bobs at his actions, feeling an unforeseeable wave crash over him at once. itâs intense and heâs just eating up your delicious fervor that was right in front of him.
ât- toji,â you breathe, your arms still slung over his shoulders. easily, heâs jerking away from attentions.
toji wasnât fully thrusting anymore, but he still had a decent pace of pumps. his fresh, warm cum emits into your cunt like how a volcano erupts. gushing into you, itâs hot and thick like lava, warm and sticky like magma.
you were chasing your breaths but failed to surpass them in the fictitious lewd race. itâs so hot inside, you were almost positive a few slimy spurts of tojiâs cum exudes up on the hood of your car. youâve never felt so full, his chest heaves and yours deflates in harmony.Â
with both bodies were in sync and casual harmony, he grunts before leaning in to kiss you. his now flaccid dick was just idly inside of your swollen, greedy cunt. throbbing even still, you rub the backs of your ankles behind his slim waist before tilting your head back. the kiss was far more passionate this time.
if you knew mechanics fucked this good, maybe, just maybe youâd come for an oil change more often.
except, toji didnât just add the new oil into the engine of your car, he added his own new oil into your sopping, drenched cunt.Â
âfuck, baby,â he groans, feverish breaths titillating against the inner areas of your neck.
you pulse from any movement he makes, clinging onto him tightly like a koala. he has a flashy half girn, slowly pulling out his dick to see the mess. your cunt was overflowed to the max - so much cum, so so much.Â
toji licks his lips, the tip of it grazing against his fleshed scar as he peers at your pussyâs opening. the way your entrance slowly spitting out his thick, velvety ropes of cum due to its fullness makes him grunt.
inside, it was lukewarmâoozing out of your entrance before you lean back against your hood. âmhm, âs still pourinâ out. guess i was so pent up from today, barely had any time to jerk off.â
âi didnât have to know that.â you huff at his teasing, trying to catch your breaths. your full lungs felt like they were about to collapse.Â
toji helps you off your car - although, he wanted more and so did you. surprisingly, he even cleans the hood off for you. as youâre back on your feet, sore and all, he asks for your number. âyouâre gonna ask me out or something?â
âmaybe, hold still darlin,â and your interest peaked, wondering why he wanted you to be still.
you turn, heaving a bit of shifting before toji bends down. you shudder a bit, feeling what feels like a cold marker starting to drag and scrape down against the right cheek of your ass. you could hear low, raspy laughter as heâs writing on your rear. with a pout, you wait as heâs continuing to write what you assume to be his number onto your skin with a sharpie.
the smell smolders against your nose quickly before he finishes, popping the black cap into his mouth. âthere, call me after the hours of,â and he pauses, glancing at his watch. âhm, eleven pm.â
âthank youâŠ.â you murmur, that simple action making you throb again before your eye twitches. you make your way towards your car and then you feel a breeze through your legs. eyes widening, you turn towards the mechanic. âum- my panties? i kind of need them.â
with a sly grin, he pulls his work jeans back up before humming. âum, you kind of donât,â he mocks your sentence, and you almost moan at the feeling of his hand squeezing your ass. toji then spanks it, the sharpie marker of his number imprinted on your skin slightly smearing against his palm.
âdarlin, consider yâer panties as payment. âs on the house,â and you gulp, meeting his viridescent, green eyes. he looked hungry for more - that natural smirk compressing against his lips never once fading. toji brushes a thumb against your cheek before leaning against your car. âcome back anytime for a fill.â
he hums cheekily at you through the mirror, closing your car door once you get in, starting the ignition. with your panties in hand, he shoots you a nod. âiâll make it extra creamy next time. no charge, baby.â
#â
vegasbaby.#toji x reader#toji fushiguro smut#fushiguro toji x reader#toji x you#toji x reader smut#toji x y/n#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#jjk x reader smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#toji fushiguro x reader#toji smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujustsu kaisen x reader#anime smut#female reader#jjk fic#cw sex mention
13K notes
·
View notes
Text
big beefy number one pro hero deku is absolutely smitten with you, his chubby little girlfriend, and yeah you're a little bit of an airhead sometimes but that makes you all the more endearing to him.
prior to meeting you he used to feel embarrassed whenever he'd ramble too long about heroes or quirks. after some time people would drown him out after he started his disjointed babbling, not wanting to listen to him ramble. with you it's different, the first time it happened he went to apologise to you. jirou once told him he should try and apologise if he realised he did it to strangers afterwards- especially now that he's a pro hero.
so he goes to stammer out an apology after realising he spoke to you uninterrupted about all might's golden age for five minutes and you tilt your head and giggle at him. izuku draws in a breath. "why are you apologising deku? i really liked hearing you speak. what about his other ages?"
izuku felt like he was malfunctioning, "what?"
you bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling again. who knew pro hero deku is so cute? "like the silver age and the bronze age? are those all the ages or is there like a platinum age too?" izuku grins, you're so interested in what he has to say he can't help it. "wait was is all might's quirk again? he's like strong right? that's his quirk."
izuku pauses for a second before barking out a laugh. you pout and glare at him feigned annoyance. 'she's so adorable and ditzy. i need to speak to her again.'
you constantly praise him, not just for hero work either, and ever single time it makes his entire face red. it doesn't matter that you've been dating for four years now and izuku's brought an engagement ring, he still gets flustered with all the compliments.
people compliment him all the time, it comes with the job, but when you do it it means so much more. " 'zuku you're so brave!" "i don't understand this at all izuku, can you explain it too me? you're the smartest person i know." "you're so pretty." "your hair is so soft." "you're the best hero ever!"
a light sheen of sweat covers your forehead after being manhandled by your boyfriend into the cowgirl position, he loves holding onto your love handles and moving you up and down on his cock, with each bounce your body jiggles. you'll lay in bed with your face buried in his chest as you trace the scars on his arms with your fingertips lightly, "you're so strong izuku." you turn to face him and your chubby cheeks lift as you smile. "i'm so proud of you." his heart skips a beat. he's never loved anyone more than he loves you.
izuku gets possessive of you, he doesn't like people touching you. you're his. before you he never thought he would be jealous or possessive but then you came into his life and he nearly broke the glass of champagne he was holding when he saw todoroki talk to you. he knows todoroki doesn't like you like that, he's liked yaoyorozu since ua but he was too close to you and izuku hated it. his legs moved before he could think, walking up to you both with a forced smile on his face. he wraps his arm around your soft waist, tightly, and kisses your forehead. you smile sweetly at him and lean into his body. izuku brought you home earlier than you thought he would that night, holding onto your thick thigh with one hand while his other hand is on the steering wheel, driving you both home.
his jealous nature was cemented a week after when he saw kaminari talking to you. not just talking to you- flirting with you. if izuku was holding a glass like he was last time he most certainly would of smashed it in anger. you don't even realise what kaminari is doing and izuku knows you don't.
you listen to him talk intently and nod your head, you smile at him and laugh at his jokes. to some people they would think this would be you flirting back but you're not, you're just trying to be nice. kaminari has decided to talk to you and you want to be kind and listen to what he has to say and izuku has really admired that quality about you but right now he wishes you could pick up on the clear signs that kaminari is giving you.
izuku snaps when he sees kaminari look at your cleavage and glance at your body, his eyes lingering on your plush thighs. his voice is strained as he pulls you away from kaminari making some half-arsed, offhanded excuse as he takes you home immediately.
when he saves a small child and he gives them his award winning grin all he can think about afterwards is you. 'who are our kids going to look like? will they have my freckles? or maybe her hair? if they're half as cute as her they'll be the cutest kids ever.' he's already planning their bedrooms and his eyes drift to the baby clothes section at stores.
your boyfriend has the biggest breeding kink known to man and you get reminded of that as he folds your body into a mating press and groans deeply in your ear, "can't wait to see your soft body get softer puppy, promise i'll look after, you won't have to lift a finger." you loudly whine, grabbing hold of his large arms, every thrust causes a loud slapping sound with how wet you are. "you're gonna look so pretty puppy. i'm going to pump you full, make sure you don't spill any for me, just like the good girl you are."
izuku adores you and you feel exactly the same about him.
#izuku midoriya x reader smut#izuku midoriya#bnha x reader#bnha x chubby reader smut#chubby reader smut#bnha x chubby reader#mha x chubby reader#mha x reader smut#izuku midoriya x chubby reader#chubby reader#mha x reader#⥠deku#⥠mine / writing#izuku midoriya x chubby reader smut#bnha x reader smut#bnha x you#deku x reader smut#deku smut#midoriya smut#izuku midoriya smut#izuku midoriya x reader#midoriya x reader#deku x chubby reader
4K notes
·
View notes
Text
Unleashed - Avengers!Bucky/Fem!Reader
⊠Pairing: Avengers!Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader
⊠Word count: ~4,2k
⊠Rating: Explicit
⊠Warnings/tags: Sex pollen adjacent kinda, smut, a bit fluffy, one shot, possessive!Bucky, co-workers/friends to lovers, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, dirty talk, praise, creampie, pet names (doll).
⊠Summary: During a mission, Bucky is exposed to something that removes his inhibitions and all he wants is you.
⊠Note: Previously posted on AO3 since I have basically no time or energy to write new stuff. It was titled Youâre what I need before but I always hated that title so I decided to re-name it. Bucky is kind of an asshole in this, but it's just because he wants you! As always, reblogs, comments, and asks are very welcome â€ïž
Masterlist | AO3
The worst part about watching from afar as a mission goes to shit is that you feel useless. Even as you dispatch medics for the team all you can do is tell them, "Help is on the way."
Captain America shouts orders that you hear through the comms. The wait feels endless until the crew of the quinjet declares that they have spotted the team and there's not much else for you to do but look at your monitors and wait for an update. When you get the call back that the team is secure you breathe a sigh of relief, but then the next message is to prepare the medical staff to receive multiple injuries and chemical exposure. You ask the crew to clarify, but they are too busy, so when you notify the medical center, they prepare a quarantine room.
Sometimes you wish you had a superpower and could be there with them instead of staring at your monitors and doing endless calculations on whatever the team needs. But then when they return they always compliment your work and tell you they donât know how they managed without you. You try to remind yourself of those moments at times like this.
Once the quinjet is docked and everyone has been accounted for you push away from your desk and remove your headset, taking deep breaths and trying to calm your heart. A moment later a message pops up on your screen, probably because they couldnât reach you through your comms. [Bucky wants you to come down here]
Your heart does a little flip in your chest, making you scowl. He is your friend and probably injured, you have no idea why he would be asking for you, but itâs not because he feels the same way you do. You grab your tablet and head to the MedBay.
When you get down you take stock of the situation. Nat and Steve have some scratches, Sam's arm is broken and Wanda has a few cracked ribs. Tony is bruised, his suit had taken most of the damage. You look around for Bucky but donât see him anywhere and quickly deduce that he must be the person currently in quarantine.
When you get to the wing, youâre almost too scared to go in, afraid to see what could have happened to him. Inside, you find a team of medical personnel discussing Bucky's condition with him through a glass wall. His hair looks damp and he's wearing standard-issue quarantine clothing, soft black pants, and a black sweatshirt. When he sees you standing patiently at the side he says. "You can come back later. I need to talk to her more than I need to talk to you. Go away." His voice comes from speakers in the ceiling.
You're shocked by his behavior but smile apologetically as the white coats pass you on their way out. When you get up to the glass you hiss. "Bucky, what is wrong with you, don't be rude.â "You make it sound like I'm never rude otherwise," he laughs. "You're not rude to healthcare professionals, you know better." You glare at him as you wake your tablet. âNow what did you need me for?â
"Do you like me?" he asks. Your mouth falls open and your heart starts to beat faster. Youâre happy your vitals arenât monitored as you quickly collect yourself and try to deflect his question. "Of course I like you Bucky, you're my friend." But now it feels weird to look at him and you find a spot on the wall far behind him to focus on.
"What if I want more than friends?" is his next question and despite your best efforts, hope warms your chest. This is not happening. Of course you toyed with the idea of you and Bucky, he is always sweet to you, and if he has the chance he brings you gifts from the missions. But youâve told yourself repeatedly that he needs someone stronger, who can keep up with him in the field and youâre not that person.
"Can we have this conversation when you are not high on some HYDRA drug?â you ask, trying to keep your voice from betraying you. They are monitoring everything in the room. And there is a sheet of unbreakable glass in between you both. If you're going to confess your feelings, it won't be like this.
"I'm not high," he huffs. "My mind has never been clearer." "I still think we should have this conversation later." "Doll, look at me." The command in his voice is so strong you donât think, you snap your eyes to his and they are so blue and soft.
"I will feel the same tomorrow, and the day after, whenever this drug wears off but now is the only time I can't hold my tongue," he explains. You place your hand on the glass and he does the same on the other side. "It will be fine Bucky, I promise," you say just as the door opens and Steve walks in, making you pull your hand back to your side. He's showered, in a fresh pair of clothes and he swings his arm over your shoulder.
"Stop hogging her time Bucky, I know for a fact that she also needs to debrief," he smiles but Bucky looks as if he's seeing red. Through gritted teeth he presses out, "Get your fucking arm off her, punk. She's mine."
You and Steve burst into laughter because it has to be a joke, but then Bucky punches the barrier with his vibranium arm. The glass doesn't crack but both you and Steve stop short and step away in shock. Steve removes his arm and says, "I'll meet you upstairs." Before quickly heading out.
You turn to Bucky and point at him, anger rising in your chest. "What is wrong with you? Steve is your friend!" "That is what itâs like in here every day,â he points to his head. You're taken aback by his statement and his wide feral eyes. Clearly, whatever he was exposed to had messed with his head and he's not himself. âBucky I need to go,â you tell him, and before he can protest you continue. âIâll see you tomorrow.â You smile feebly at him and are out the door before he can say anything else.
After debriefing and having dinner you go to bed early. Your head is spinning with the day and most of all, Bucky.
It's way past midnight when you wake to the soft closing of your door. Since you always sleep with a night light the soft warm glow reflects off his left arm and leaves no doubt about who has entered your room. You blink at him but before you can ask a question he rasps out, pleading. "I need you. So bad. Please doll, help me." He moves closer to your bed.
You quickly remove your covers and get up, glad the giant t-shirt covers you to your thighs, ready to spring into action. "Anything Bucky, what do you need?" You stop an arm's length from him, but all he does is reach his hand out to cup your face, letting his thumb stroke your cheek. There is a wild look in his eyes but you keep calm. "I can't get you what you need if you don't tell me," you whisper, meeting his eyes and watching as his brow furrows.
"I need you. Right now. If I don't get to touch and taste every inch of your body I'm going to lose my mind," he confesses in a low voice. His words shock you and you hitch a breath. Youâre not sure what youâre supposed to do. You have this great friendship. If things were different you would not have minded taking it to another level, but with the day in mind and the fact that he somehow got out of his containment room you say, "Bucky, youâre not yourself, you need to get back to-â
"Doll,â he interrupts with a hard voice. âFor once, I feel more like myself than I have in a long time. The only thing the drug did, I think, was remove my inhibitions. For once I feel free. My mind isn't controlled by HYDRA or by fear that you'll reject me. All I know is that I crave you and I can't be quiet about it anymore.â
"Bucky⊠IâŠ" your whole body is flushed with warmth from his words and you're not sure how to respond. "I dreamt about you and couldn't stop myself from going over here. I don't want to hurt you, doll, but I'm not sure this drug will let me leave. All I wanna do is move closer to you.â You swallow hard as he continues, thumb still stroking your cheek. âAsk FRIDAY to get Steve, or the Hulk if you want me to leave."
Instead, you step into him, making up your mind in an instant and resting your hands on his chest. "Stay, I'll be glad to help you with anything you need," you whisper honestly and by the way his eyes widen there was still some doubt in his mind that you would reject him.
Instead of saying anything his vibranium hand grasps your waist and pulls you closer. There is no escaping the smell and size of him and his hands on you got your pussy throbbing for him already.
"I hope you understand what you've agreed to," he whispers, leaning closer. "Once I have you I won't stop, you'll never be rid of me. I'll claim you against every surface of this fucking compound if I need to." That makes you whimper and press harder against him. "Fuck you'd like that huh? Are you a kinky little thing? Like getting fucked where people can see you and hear you moan, do you want people to see my hard dick spread you open?" "Fuck Bucky!" You exclaim and lean your forehead against his chest. Maybe that idea excites you or maybe it is just that the word âclaimâ sounds so primal.
"You're going to tell me all your little secrets later, doll. But now, I'm going to take what's mine." And with that, he crushes his lips to yours. He backs you towards the bed, kissing you the whole time, letting his hands explore you. When you land on your back, he stands over you with eyes like a predator about to devour its prey.
You shuffle up until your head rests on the pillows, spreading your legs for him. Without taking off any clothes he crawls after you, settling on his knees between your legs and placing his hands on the headboard, crowding you with his large frame. "Mine," he whispers and it makes a shudder pass through you. He ruts his clothed cock against your core, slicking your underwear even more and making you whine, gripping the sheets under you.
"Yes," he almost hisses as the length of his dick presses on your clit and forces a mewl out of you. It's been a long time since you've gotten laid. "Bucky," you plead. "No doll, I'm going to enjoy every fucking second of claiming you, from the outside in. Did you think this would be hard and fast and that I would be gone before you knew what happened?"
He lets go of the headboard to put his elbows beside your head instead, his weight on you, pressing you down into the mattress. "When I leave you will long for me, spend every waking second wishing I was still inside you. I want your cunt to be permanently drenched so I can fuck you whenever I please." He kisses you forcefully and any coherent thought that was left in your head flees. "And when you're too sore to take more of my dick in your pussy I'm going to do the same thing to your mouth and ass."
He rids you off your t-shirt and instead of having to move from between your legs to pull off your underwear, he rips them apart. "Ah!" you exclaim when the force of his movements jolts you but he takes no notice, he just stares at you, letting his hands roam up and down your sides, up to your tits, cupping them and caressing your nipples with his thumbs.
Whimpers are coming from you with every pass of this touch. Then he moves down and lays on his stomach, not saying a word as he sweeps his tongue over your pussy before he starts devouring you with a throaty moan.
It doesnât take long for the first orgasm to take you, his movements are precise and his words and actions have made you hornier than youâve ever experienced. Or maybe it's because he is the hottest person youâve ever laid eyes on and he only wants you.
When youâre finished and sensitive he dips his tongue into your hole to taste you and groans loudly, lapping up the wetness from your orgasm. "Better than I've dreamed of," he says when he pulls away. Now youâre the one that must be high because you can't help but giggle. "You seriously dream of me?" "All the time, doll. Every night when I go to bed I wish you were with me and then you plague my sleep with your soft curves and radiant smile."
You're about to tell him how his laugh makes you warm and fuzzy on the inside but at that moment he sucks your clit into his mouth, cutting out every thought in your brain. He's gentle but not hesitant, it's as if he's feeling you out and when you make a particularly loud sound he continues the same movement, making your whole body go hot.
The second orgasm is intense enough to send aftershocks through for a long while afterward. Bucky lays his head on your thigh as you tremble, caressing your skin and letting the fingers of his right hand skim over your opening.
Despite what he's already given you, you still crave more. His fingertips never come close to where you need them and when you whine at the back of your throat Bucky smiles up at you. "Don't worry, I'm not even close to done with you, but I don't want you to pass out on me.â One of his fingers glides inside, making you take a sharp breath just because it feels so good. Once again he is careful, moving slowly, listening to your breath and your body.
"Please Bucky, I need more.â "No need to beg, I'll give you everything you want⊠in time," he breathes and kisses the skin on the inside of your thigh. Slowly he moves his finger in and out. You're sure it's a form of torture. The sweetest kind there is. Your breathing is labored and when he finally adds a second, you start to quiver.
He nips at your skin and then kisses it before speaking. "You look like a goddess, doll, eyes filled with lust, your skin is gleaming. I'm going to worship you until you're tired of me.â "Never gonna happen," you whimper. Then his thumb lands on your clit, making you cry out. Everything is so sensitive and overstimulated.
"I don't- Bucky, I don't think I can again," you tell him even though his touches are causing your insides to melt. "Yes, you will," his voice is soft but the command is clear. So instead of trying to speak again, you sink further into the madness that is him playing with you. The third one takes its sweet time but you never feel rushed or stressed that it's taking too long. Bucky isnât in a hurry.
Then itâs suddenly there, crashing through you. "Fuck Bucky, fuck you're gonna make me come." "So good for me, let me feel you come on my fingers," he urges. "I'm going to lick them clean afterward so make sure you get them nice and wet for me. I want as much as you'll give me." The climax reaches its peak and you come with a cry of his name, body convulsing and your hand shooting down to tangle in his hair.
"Just like that doll," he smiles up at you and holds your gaze when he pulls out his fingers and sucks them clean, moaning while he does. It's a filthy sound, but it turns you on as if he didn't just make you come for the third time. Then he dives in between your legs again, licking at your skin and your soaked hole. Letting go of his hair all you can do is just lie there, writhing, as he somehow coaxes a fourth orgasm out of you.
âFuck me,â you plead when he pulls back. âI need you inside me Bucky.â This time he takes pity on you and moves away to take off his clothes. When heâs naked he kneels between your legs again and you spread them as wide as you can. "Want me, doll?" he asks with a smirk. He swipes his cock through your mess and then uses his hand to coat himself with you. "Yes," is all you can say. Both you and Bucky stare as he pushes his dick into you, filling you up completely. Of course, he takes it torturously slow this time too.
"This feels better than any dream I've ever had," he whispers almost in awe. You grip his biceps and arch into him, pushing him deeper, faster. That makes him tsk but smiles at the same time as he pushes the rest of the way, finally seating himself. Without giving you a chance to relax he starts fucking you, his cock pushes perfectly against your insides, pulling sounds from you that you haven't made in years.
He sits back on his heels lifting your ass effortlessly until your weight is resting on your shoulders and neck. It's like he is in a trance, pulling you onto his cock over and over again. Your body is his, your mind has fled, and all you see and feel is just him all around you. His eyes keep changing between his dick filling your cunt, your bouncing tits, and your half-lit eyes as if he is not sure where to look. "Mine," he rasps and thrusts hard to empathize the word. "All mine. Say it."
It takes some time for your brain to connect to your mouth and form the words but his gaze never leaves you. "Yours," you whimper. "I'm yours, Bucky." There is a familiar heat low in your belly that's steadily spreading through your limbs. It makes you wiggle and move because it's overwhelming. He is overwhelming in the best sense. Whining you reach down to rub yourself but he slaps your hand away. "I thought I told you, it's mine. I own this cunt. If you wanna touch yourself you have to ask permission." It's as close to a growl as is humanly possible and you don't understand how he can be so cognizant right now, because your brain is like putty. "Can I please rub my clit Bucky, I wanna come on your cock so bad," you cry.
"Good girl," he praises, and when he calls you that, your mouth falls open with a keening sound, gripping the sheets even harder, pulling at them because you want to come so bad. "Do it, show me how you get off when you're alone in bed without me." Everything is slippery and sensitive when you start with your fingers and you immediately know it's going to go fast. With his previous words in mind, you ask. "Can I come?" He meets your eyes with a wicked smile. "Fast learner. Yeah, you can come⊠when I tell you."
You rip your hand away, afraid you might fall over the edge at any second. The sound out of your throat is almost a sob. "Don't be like that, doll, I thought you said you couldn't do it more times?" "I can-I can! As many times as you want just please let me come." "Fuck, I like it when you beg with my cock in you." But he doesn't say anything else, just continues fucking you. He's not even winded while you're straining your entire body. Your hand wants to move back, anything to relieve the pressure inside you but Bucky was very clear and you donât want to disobey him.
Then he pulls out and drops you onto the bed, but you don't get to relax because he flips you onto your stomach and pushes one of your knees up to the side before he presses in. His dick hits your G-spot dead on and you scream into the pillow under you. Bucky chuckles right by your ear. "Guess I found it." He's merciless, his hips hit your ass hard and if it weren't for his weight pressing you down you would soon hit the headboard.
"Bucky!" you wail because it's too much. You're losing the last pieces of your mind to the sheer force of the pleasure and you're scared you're never going to be able to come back to yourself. Then his hand presses in between you and the mattress. "Rub yourself on my fingers, make yourself cum. Fuck my cock and come all over me doll." You brace yourself as best you can and move your hips as he keeps almost completely still, just shallow thrusts in stark comparison to what he was doing to you just moments ago.
His fingers slide along your clit, his cock brushing your G-spot over and over again. You're breathless, sweat breaking out along your skin, but the climax you're chasing will be well worth it. You just know it.
"I can't fill you up until Iâve felt you come around me," he grunts, his voice tight with holding back. You whimper, the feeling of fire flushing your whole body, and building up to an eruption like no other. "Yes, yes, yes," he chants low in your ear. "That's it, come for me, make me proud. Fuck it feels so good." And he starts moving again "I'm going to fill you fucking full of my cum. That's it!"
The heat in you breaks and you come with a shout of his name, shaking under him. It gets even more intense when Bucky finishes right behind you, groaning your name. He collapses on top of you but his hips are still moving, slowly, as if he doesnât want it to ever end. Neither would you but your body is wrecked.
When he finally rolls off, you're so close to falling asleep, but he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. "Pee." He points and you want to tell him that you know the drill, this isn't your first time, but all that comes out is a grumble before he closes the door behind him and you sit down on the toilet.
When you're done, you stumble out and have a moment of panic, thinking he left. But then the door opens and Bucky returns with two bottles of water, handing you one before leading you to the bed and sitting you down on the edge. Gratefully you drink and lean against his shoulder before asking. "How do you feel?" "Better than I have in a long time," he answers, kissing your forehead. You chuckle. "Yeah I have a magical pussy, it can cure anything," you joke and it makes him laugh. "You should get back to quarantine," you comment. "Before anyone notices." He shakes his head. "No I'm staying here, I'm never leaving you again." He takes the bottle from your hand and places it on the bedside table together with his own. Then he crawls beneath the sheets and you go after him, letting him envelop you in a tight embrace before you fall asleep.
Alarms blare and you wake with a start. "FRIDAY what's going on?" you ask out into the room. âSergeant Barnes has escaped his confinement.â The voice echoes through the room. You sigh and glare at Bucky grumbling beside you, like the loud signal is just a regular alarm clock. "FRIDAY please inform the team that Bucky is here and everything is fine."
A second later the sound dies and with a sigh you get up to pull on yesterday's discarded t-shirt and find a pair of pants. Right when you're done there is a knock on the door and Steve asks, "Everything okay in there?" You open the door enough to show yourself. "We're fine, he broke out during the night and came here." "Oh," Steve says and there is a hint of blush on his cheeks.
Then you feel a presence behind you and Buckyâs arm goes around your waist. "Mine," he says and you can't see him but he's probably glaring daggers at Steve who backs away. "We'll be okay, I'll alert FRIDAY if I need help," you tell Steve. When you close the door Bucky turns you before pushing you up against it and kissing you hard. "Mine," he mumbles against your lips. "Fucking caveman," you tell him. He grabs you around the waist and throws you over his shoulder. "I'll show you caveman," he says and carries you to the bed
#veltana writes#bucky barnes#avengers!bucky barnes#bucky smut#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes x reader#posessive!bucky barnes#possessive!bucky barnes x reader#bucky x reader#possessive!bucky#posessive!bucky x reader#bucky barnes fic#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky fic#bucky fanfic
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
strip for me.
pairings: hyung line x reader
synopsis: hyung line got you trapped in a situation that you canât get away from.
warnings: smut, bullying (not promoting violence or bullying), degrading, dirty talks, curses, masturbation, hyung line being mean.
slutofpsh 2024 © all rights reserved.
âstrip for me.â heeseung looked so bored as he utter those words towards you.
your tear stained eyes grew wider at what he said. he stared down at you with blank eyes as he leans over the teacherâs table. the look on your face silently begs him. he showed no remorse as he just stayed silent.
itâs your break time and youâre on your way to the cafeteria when you stumble with heeseung and his friends. they dragged you towards one of the vacant classrooms in your school, making sure its isolated enough so they can do their âlittleâ fun.
when heeseung saw that youâre not complying and just stood awkwardly, his eyes darted over his friends. they moved, approaching closer.
âyou heard him, sweetheart.â jake sim pressed himself over your side, lips slightly gracing your ears. his hot breath fanning you as he lick his lips.
your heart thump in fear because of them.
âp-please...â you mumble too softly, scared and yet doesnât want to oblige.
heeseung and his friends has been secretly doing this to you. bullying, sexually harassment, degrading and so on. you forgot when did they started, but its been too long. you canât even remember what you did wrong that made them this mad at you.
âplease what, princess?â park sunghoon came into your line of sight, smirking so wide giving you a full show of his handsome face and this sexy fangs of his.
âplease help you to strip?â shivers run down your spine when you heard the low voice from behind you. it was park jongseong and heâs pressing his hard chest on your back, hands resting at your hips.
âwhat? got so dumb already that you forgot how to take off your clothes? youâre so pathetic.â jake chuckles at his insult and even bite your shoulder.
you whimpered in pain and just shut your eyes, resisting the heat that slowly forming in you. this isnât right. you should hate them and be ashamed of whatâs theyâve been doing to you. but what is this? you can feel heat rushing down the space between your legs.
âstrip, y/n.â heeseungâs cold tone snapped you back to reality.
you looked at him and the placid look on his face scared the shit out of you. between him and his friends, heâs always been the calmest. youâve never seen him go out of control unlike the other three. jay once warned you not to piss him off, or you will really see hell rise.
âthere we go!â jake cheers as your shaking hand slowly reach for your necktie, untangling it.
with tears still streaming your face, you saw heeseung watch carefully with his cold eyes. he glanced at his friends once and they all pulled out their phones, started to record you.
it made you halt, with anxious eyes. sunghoon smirks while staring at you through the screen of his phone.
âgo on, baby. strip for us.â
your eyes darted at heeseung and he gave you a small nod. maybe it was the fear or just the want for this moment to be over, you started taking off the buttons of your uniform. one by one, their eyes filling with lust for you.
once you finished unbuttoning all of it, sunghoon pushed you down on your knees. heeseung kept leaning on the teacherâs table, watching carefully.
âw-what...â you asked confused, eyes stinging a bit from crying too much.
âjust stay put and enjoy the fucking show, slut.â jay growled, pulling out his dick. you shut your eyes and glanced away.
sunghoon took a hard grip over your jaw and made you look at jayâs direction.
âdonât be like that and give his cock a kiss, princess. we donât taught you to be disrespectful.â he says.
you tried resisting but his hold is too strong. your lips touched jayâs tip and he smiles widely. jakeâs cock then come into your view, he still have his phone on his other hand, recording. he smirks sexily while holding his shaft in front of your face.
âgive some respect, baby.â he mumbles and slowly you make your lips touch his throbbing tip.
âfuck, so pretty beside my cock.â he says watching you through his screen.
next one is sunghoon, heâs the mean one. he grabbed your jaw making you face him impatiently, groaning at the sight of your tear stained face.
âgiving us attitude today princess? we donât appreciate that.â and he made you kiss his tip as well, almost shoving it inside your lips.
âbreak timeâs almost over. hurry up.â heeseungâs monotonous tone rings to your ears making the three younger boys whip their heads towards his direction.
heâs still at his position, eyes staring and watching intensely at you. he looked so intimidating and you canât even complain. you canât even tell anyone about this because these boys will get away easily from this giving that theyâre all from very influential families.
it was no use. you have no choice but to submit to them.
the three boys surrounds you while youâre still down on your knees, uniform open showing your baby pink lacy bra.
they started stroking their hardened cock. groaning and moaning your name, like as if imagining shoving it inside your holes. jakeâs hand moves faster and rough, jayâs taking his time and sunghoonâs just like jake. they all look so full of lust while eyeing you. their phones still taking a video recording.
it was odd. this is not the first time they masturbated in front of you, but this is the first time they record it. and youâre scared on whatâs the purpose of it.
âfucking slut! you belong to us.â jake groaned, seems like finally reaching his climax.
âyou will always be for us, y/n. just for us.â jay.
âdumb bitch doesnât use her brain at all.â sunghoon spats.
tears kept streaming down and you tilt your head, trying to hide from their phone but it was no use. theyâre positioned in every angle.
âf-fuck, iâm close. let me cum inside your mouth sweetheart.â jake steps closer and put his dick near your face.
your eyes glanced at heeseung and his dark eyes automatically made you open your mouth. jake placed his cock on your lips and soon, his hot seeds spilling out from it. he moans loudly, keep stroking his dick to dry all of his cum.
âme next. i want it on your chest.â jay groaned and jake stepped back a little while still stroking his dick, riding his high.
jay positioned in front of you and spilled his cum on your chest. it made a mess to your bra and a little on your uniform.
âi want my cum on your pretty face. let me paint it with my cum.â sunghoon then came after, spilling his hot thick cum on your face.
they were all groaning and chasing their breaths while still looking down at you.
âtake a pic.â heeseung commands that they followed. they took multiple shot of it and youâre head too fuzzy to even think and care about it.
you probably look like an absolute cum dump.
just in time the bell rings and you hurry to stand up. you are about to wipe the cum off your face when jay handed you tissues.
âfuck you hoon! you made a mess.â he complained and gently helped you removing it from your face.
theyâre all treating you badly, but sometimes, just sometimes, jay seems so sweet. caring if you want to describe it properly.
jake handed you your necktie while sunghoon stared from a distant, his dark cold eyes fixed right at you.
âwhat are we going to do with the pics, hyung?â jake asks heeseung when he starts to walk towards the door, ready to leave.
you looked at him with teary eyes.
he glanced at you before looking at jake.
âsend it to beomgyu. that will let him know that sheâs off limits.â and he left the room.
your heart sank at what you just heard, unable to even say anything. jake chuckles, really excited about the idea. he kissed the side of your face while unlocking his phone.
he flashes you some of the pics and it was horrible. you full of their cum while eyes full of tears.
ânext time you plan on flirting with another guy, think of the consequences. okay princess?â sunghoon says dangerously.
âheâs right. remember,â jay brushes some of your hairs that got stuck on your forehead because of sweat and some of sunghoonâs cum, âyou only belong to us.â and he leans to place a kiss at your lips.
#enhypen#enhypen smut#enhypen hard thoughts#enhypen hard hours#enhypen x reader#enhypen imagines#enhypen lee heeseung#enhypen heeseung smut#enhypen park jongseong#enhypen jay smut#enhypen jake sim#enhypen jake smut#enhypen park sunghoon#enhypen sunghoon smut
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
⥠TW: noncon, nsfw, morally grey reader
⥠FEM reader
Thinking about your loser colleague⊠Heâs the nerdiest guy, and heâs got the biggest, fattest crush on youâand it makes him utterly blind to all your tricks and how you manipulate him to do your work around the office like your own personal errand boy.
Youâre not mean. You swear it! Youâre not meanâyou know itâs wrong of you to enjoy and abuse his attention like this without any intention of ever reciprocating it! Of course, you know itâs awful of you to string him along, never telling him youâre not into him like that, that heâs wasting his time on you, that he should move on. Youâre a nice girl! You promise! Of course, if he were to actually confess, youâd tell him the truth at once! Youâd let him down easy. But as it stands right now, he hasnât askedâand so itâs innocentâboth his unworded crush and your unspoken flattery. Sure, it might be a little narcissistic, but itâs not a crime for a girl to bask in attention!
Do you lead him on? Mh⊠well⊠not exactly. Youâre being nice, is all. Sure, some might call what you do flirting back, but you act that way with plenty of people, not just him. If he reads into it, thatâs on him. Right?
Okay, fine, so youâre a little mean. So what? Is it really so wrong of you to play with him just a little bit? No. Or⊠at least not entirely. Think about itâin a way, youâre making his day with your little tricks. How you return his long longing stares with your own lingering looks and coy smilesâtaking him outside with you to smoke during your break, talking to him in giggles over small inside jokes youâve developed between just the two of you, applying your lipgloss all exaggeratingly as they do in the movies, borrowing his jacket when it gets too cold for you in your inappropriate tops, squeezing your arms tightly over your chest, making your tits squish up to meet him and his shameful leer.
Truly, adults shouldn't act this wayâbut you just canât help yourself!
And itâs not as if he isnât equally guilty! Looking at you like that! Itâs not as if you donât know exactly what perverted little thoughts go tumbling through his headâpicturing you naked in compromising positions, probably playing with your image like a toy doll, dressing you up in kinky clothes to fit all his dirty fantasies, making you say all sorts of vile things for him.
Youâre both awful! So itâs fine. A quid pro quo, as they call it. A tit for tat if youâre nasty.
And honestly, a nerdy guy like him should know better. A pretty girl like youâpopular and a sweetheart, to top it all offâhe canât seriously believe he has an actual chance, can he? Of course notâthat would make him delusional. Youâre not torturing him. In any case, heâs torturing himself!
And you seriously think he might just keep it up forever.
But you might be going too far this timeâlaying it on too thickâstretching him too thinâasking him to drive you home after an office party, giggling and all but moaning all your words in the passenger seat next to him, wearing nothing but a short little black slip, no bra, no nothing except for a pair of strappy little heals.Â
âOh! What a nightâthese shoes are killing me!â you sigh while taking them both off as he drives. Even in your drunk state, you can see the way his hands tighten around the wheel and how he shifts all uncomfortably in his seat, breathing thicklyâit makes you smile.
You throw your head back in relief once theyâre both offâchest jutting forth as you rub your thighs together. And he swallows thicklyâjaw clenched so tight, he couldnât say anything even if he had anything to say. But you know he doesnâtâyou, with your milky skin on display, have rendered him speechless.Â
Your smile curls at the corners, and you know itâs cruel, but you have absolutely no idea how to reel it in anymore. He makes you feel like an untouchable goddess being worshippedâmakes you want to laugh as he bows his head in the dirt and prays to you with all he has.
Oh, the poor boy, youâve got him wound so tightly around your little fingerâyou donât even know how to release him anymore. Youâre both in way too deep, itâs getting hard for either of you to think clearly anymore.
âIâll follow you inâjust to make sure you get to bed safely,â he offers once stopping outside your place. And lost to the wine in your bloodstream, you havenât the slightest little hang-up over how he knows your address without having asked.
Completely oblivious, you keep floating on cloud nine, smiling while murmuring, âWhat a nice guy~ How âbout you carry me up the steps as wellââÂ
Youâd meant it as a tease, but he takes it in all manners of seriousness, rounding the car, opening your door, and then scooping you up before your bare feet even have the chance of meeting the pavement belowâbut you donât complain.
Only cheering, âOh~âÂ
Itâs surprising, maybe even a little bit impressive. Heâs tall, but he looks more lean than anythingâlike an overgrown boyâa far cry from a rugged man of strength, but here he is, acting just so, carrying you like a princessâwith ease, you might add. But you suppose itâs been hard for you to tell his true build from beneath those big, cozy sweaters he always wears. Resting on it now, you can tell his chest is actually quite firm.
âI didnât know you were so strong~" You keep flirting, paying no mind to how his hands grope into your exposed skinâyou can allow him that much. Otherwise, feeling too swept up in your own feminine guilesâaroused by your sheer seductivenessâhot and bothered and thinking youâre going to touch yourself to yourself tonight and laugh about how you have the poor office loser waiting on you, hands and knees.
You find your keys in your clutch and unlock the door from the cradle of his armsâbefore youâre carried inside like a queen, all the way to your bedroom, where he lays you down gently on your bed.Â
You sigh happily at the soft, nice embraceâfeeling successful while melting into the cakey mattressâall but ready to find your vibe and ride the high. That is, until feeling a certain pair of hands start undressing you.
âHeyâwhatâre you doing?â you jolt, gripping your dress in a panicâlooking shock-eyed into his round ones.
âJust making you comfortable,â he says softly, looking a little bit like a kicked pupâmaking your nerves return calm.Â
Oh, of course, he isâyou canât blame a guy for trying. However, there are limits to whatâs allowed in this little game of yours. And you think thatâs crossing one.
âThanks, butâŠâ You chuckleâfaking being shy while batting your lashes. âThat wouldnât be appropriate. You seeââ Voice sultry as you admit, âIâm not wearing anything underneath.â
How you have the gall to keep teasing him is beyond you, and so you keep blaming it all on liquid courageâotherwise, certain the devil is making you do it.
âThanks for taking me home, though.â
You smile before turning to rest on your side, facing away from where he stands by your bedside with hope in his poor eyesâoh, you almost feel badâif only your well-fed ego werenât already making you feel on top of the world.Â
âYou can leave the key beneath the welcome matt. Drive safely. Iâll see you on Monday.â
Eyes closed in bliss while grinning from ear to ear, youâve come to terms with your terrible nature and have found the perfect way of sleeping at night despite it. Your poor colleague, so hopelessly infatuated with you and such a sucker for itâmaking you relive your mean girl queen bee school days all over again.
Itâs the drink! You swear! It makes you feel all types of demonicâwanting to play with your favorite toyâsee just how far you can take it before making him break. But, as always, one should be careful what one wishes for.
âYou knowâŠâ A dark voice occupies your bedroom. From behind you. Youâd thought heâd left alreadyâgone out to his car to beat his blue-balled cock to his fantasy of you, but no.Â
âPlaying hard to get is one thingâŠâ he continues. âBeing a stuck-up bitch is another.â
You try to whip around, but itâs too late by then.
âYouâve had your fun with me. Itâs time I have my fun with you.â
Nothing could have prepared you for his sudden changeâthe moment when all your teasing and tricks finally made him snap!Â
Heâs on top of your back. Straddling youâa heavy hand in your hair, pushing your face back down into the soft mattress below, while the other hand picks your dress up, pulling over your butt and leaving it exposed.
âHey! What are youââ You try to make him calm downâto stopâbut itâs as though nothing you say has any impactâor, noâinstead, it has the complete opposite effect of what you want.
A sharp feeling blossoms across your ass cheek. It takes a moment before you realize heâd hit youâspanked you.
His grip on your hair tightens, pulls your face up to meet him where he leans down to your earâvoice venom-laced and shy of unhinged, âYouâve enjoyed yourself tonight, havenât you? Teasing and toying with meâthinking Iâll just sit back and take it.â
His hand digs between your thighsâslipping through despite how you mend them shutânow dragging his fingers through your puffy slit, forcing two inside your tightly needy hole, uncaring to the cry it reaps from you.
âIâm the one who made your pussy wet like this, so itâs only right I have my way with it.â
⥠BNHA â Deku, Shoto, Shigaraki, Shinso ⥠JJK â Nanami, Yuuta, Choso ⥠HQ â Kageyama ⥠CSM â Yoshida ⥠BLLK â Isagi ⥠WB â Sakura, Suo
⥠FEM x M INSERT masterlist ⥠GN x M INSERT masterlist
#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yandere smut#yancore#smut#yandere my hero academia#yandere boku no hero academia#boku no hero academia smut#mha smut#yandere mha#yandere bnha#my hero smut#my hero academia smut#bnha smut#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere jjk#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
every man gets his wish - joel miller
rating: E 18+ pairing: neighbor!joel x f!pornstar!reader summary: joel discovers his next door neighbor makes porn in her spare time. once she's confronted, she finds out that he has an interest in helping create content ;) warnings: not proofread, no physical descriptions other than reader having an unidentified tattoo on her thigh and nice peach, unspecified age gap (ur choice pookie), [m] masturbation, objectively joel is a bit of a perv, some awkward dialogue, literal porn. literally, degradation (they get a lil rough), f + m oral, smacking/spanking, daddy kink (slight ddlg vibes too), pet names and plenty of dirty talk YUM wc: 3.2k a/n: happy valentine's day smut sluts :D!
series masterlist | main masterlist
He almost couldnât believe his eyes, but heâd recognize that tattoo anywhere; his gaze followed the tattoo on the back of your thigh as you rode your cute little excuse for a toy.
Your soft moans and breaths echoing through the speakers on his laptop made his legs tremble against the old desk chair in his room while he fucked his fist.
He didnât even think twice about the video he clicked on. He just knew he was horny and in need of quick release, so he typed his favorite keywords into Pornhubâs search engine and clicked the sixth video that only showed your ass. He realized he never noticed how juicy it was, and the oil or lotion or lube or whatever you fucking used to make it so goddamn shiny only emphasized how perfect it was.
Staring at the screen, he grasped the armrest in one hand and cock in the other, watching your puffy pussy cream all over the dildo. He matched the strokes of his hand with the rhythm of you bouncing. Slowing down, speeding up, only fucking the tip or grindingâhe reenacted every movement of yours as best he could.
Even waiting until you were shaking and shouting the words, âIâm cummingâfuck yes! Just like that baby,â before cumming with you.
He watched the last few minutes of the video, watching you slap the dildo on your creamy cunt and play with it a little more along with standing up off of your bed and jiggling your ass in your hands. You giggled softly watching yourself. Then, much to his surprise, you sat down in front of the camera and smiled.
He wasnât expecting you to reveal your face, so when the video ended he looked out of his bedroom window into yours. You were lying on the bed reading a book in the very spot where you recorded that filthy video.
You werenât trying to tease him, he knew that, but it certainly felt that way.
âĄ
Joel had successfully managed to evade you for a week feigning work has been keeping him too tired for company. He found himself a touch jealous that the world had seen you naked before him despite your relationship being completely platonic.
You owed him nothing, not even an explanation, but he still felt weirdly possessive over you. He had a slight crush on you when you first moved in, but you were so much younger than he was, and in his eyes you'd want nothing to do with such an old man like himself. Not to mention the 'crush' was mostly just a lingering desperation to fuck you.
The discovery led him to do a deep dive into your profile on the website. There he discovered what seemed like a plethora of your content along with your affinity for degradation whether it was to yourself or towards others.
However he felt like he could finally breathe when he saw it was all solo content. You didn't even seem to entertain the idea of fucking someone else and uploading it. He even felt a sliver of hope that he could be your first real fuck on camera, but if he already struggled with confronting his own feelings towards you then how could he ever open up the opportunity to doing a video with you?
Joel was finally over avoiding you. He was ready to admit his discovery to you and go from there. He just prayed you wouldn't freak out.
"Hi, Joel!" You greeted after opening your front door. "What's been goin' on cowboy, I've been a little lonely on this side of town."
He followed your actions and sat on your sofa; as instant as a heartbeat you noticed he was off. Nervous? Worry? Anger? You struggled to read him.
"Somethin' the matter?"
He pulled himself out of his daze and looked at you, mouth hanging open like he couldn't manage the words. They just sort of... Spilled out.
"I found your porn on PornHub the other day and I don't care that you sell porn. I really don't. You're a grown woman and it's your body and you can do whatever you want. I just felt wrong not tellin' you."
Poor Joel.
You wanted to laugh at him, tell him there was no guilt in finding it or even watching it (because let's face it, you know he did).
"Okay," you said.
"Okay..."
"...Did you like it?" You asked after feeling a little uneasy with the silence.
"Hell yeah," he responded without hesitation making you giggle.
"Really?" You tittered, "I feel like it gets old."
This was his golden opportunity. At the very least he could pass what he was about to say off as a joke.
"I could always help with that," he chuckled.
You were clearly taken aback by his statement but still smiling. "I'm don't like sharing my money, Joel," you scoffed.
"So don't pay me," he said just as he leaned in a little closer. "Just fuck me."
You couldn't fight the blush that rose to your cheeks and he cockily took notice of it.
"Are you fucking with me?" You bashfully asked.
This made him lean in closer, close enough for you to smell him, close enough to feel his breath cascading over your collarbones, close enough to know that the dark look in his eyes wasn't mischief. It was desire.
His hands cupped your jaw so that he could bring your nose to his. You felt beautifully trapped between his hands, gaze, and aura. Suddenly you were filled with the desire to let him take you in any way he wanted to imagine.
"You know what my favorite video is?" He whispered, breath hitting your lips. "You were on your side, getting ready to cum, and you kept saying I belong to you until you were screaming. Damn near crying. Your little fucktoy was soaked. You had cum everywhere. But the best part was when you did start to cum. You couldn't even look away from yourself, you looked too damn good and you fucking knew it."
"I'd look even better with you inside of me," you told him.
He sharply inhaled before placing his needy lips onto yours, pressing his face in as much as he could.
You moaned into his open mouth, reaching for his tongue with your own. His hands roamed down your body until they reached your hips; showing off his strength, he lifted you into his lap and stood up not wanting to waste another second.
He tried to be careful on the stairs but his eagarity caused him to misstep and almost drop you; he left no room for embarrassment and quickly returned to running up with you giggling at the mishap.
Joel placed you on the bed standing with his jean-covered erection eye level with you. "Where's your camera?"
"Really wanna record it, hmm?" You said softly, running your hand along his hard length and motioning your head to the dresser behind him.
He grabbed it, muttering, "Wanna show everyone you're mine now," whilst turning the camera on.
You cocked an eyebrow up as if to say oh really. "Is that so? I'm all yours now?"
Smiling, he pointed the now recording camera at you. He cupped your chin and dragged a finger over the bright smile you wore. "You're all mine now, darlin'."
You giggled coyly then kissed his clad erection slowly with eyes that remained on the lens.
"Quit teasin'," he demanded with a playful lilt.
You hummed and fake pouted, pulling your face away to toggle his jeans. "There are nicer ways to ask," you teased.
"I'm not askin'."
"Oh? My apologies, daddy."
Your hand began pumping his thick cock when you said that, making his cock jerk hard within your tight grip.
"Daddy, huh?" He entertained; you seductively nodded. "S'pretty right here..."
"Where I belong," you hummed.
Then, you lined your tongue up with the base of his cock, just barely teasing his balls, and licked a stripe up his girthy shaft before twirling your tongue around his red hot tip. You carefully watched as his face contorted, ensuring it was with pleasure and looking for any sensitive spots he may have.
He seemed to favor your tongue on his cockhead so that's what you prioritized for a minute. You tongue kissed it as if it were his mouth. Licking and sucking and pulling it into your mouth feverishly.
His cock tasted manly and the length was just as impressive as him. You finally pulled more of him into your mouth allowing him the privilege of feeling your gummy cheeks swell and close around his dick.
A strained groan left his throat and his head fell back in pleasure. You pushed some of him into your throat to gag, earning more spit to pump the rest of his length with.
Joel was enamoured to say the least. Your wide eyes locked with his letting him know you loved sucking his cock as much as he did. Spit hung from your chin prompting him to reangle the camera to get the side view of everything.
He placed a hand on the back of your head and gently fucked your throat. You moaned, grabbing his ass and pulling him in for more pain, more suffocation.
Your throat gagged over and over again, imitating the feeling of your swallowing his dick. You loved how he shamelessly moaned, filling your ears with the sexy sounds of his calloused whimpers and content praises.
"Such a good girl, sucking daddy's cock like that," he groaned. "You like the taste, don't you? Such a good little slut." He smacked your jaw as encouragement to keep doing whatever magic you were fucking performing.
Once your throat began to get sore you pulled your mouth off of him, still opting to use your hands as he laid you down and rested on top of you, giving you the sloppiest kiss you'd ever received and assisting you with undressing.
He tasted his cock on your lips and chin and slurped up whatever precum and spit you had leftover. It felt nasty and passionate, with subtle moans spilling from both of you, and Joel couldn't get enough of it.
"Sit on my face," he breathed.
"Sit on your face?"
"Mmhm."
You set the camera up on the dresser looking at the screen to ensure it would capture everything before complying with his wish. He let out a muffled moan as soon as your wet pussy came in contact with his wet mouth.
On the camera, everything could be seen: your cunt glistened effortlessly and his tongue lapped up whatever your body poured for him. His scruff tickling your freshly shaved skin made you giggle and moan, little noises everywhere that sung like a melody in his ears.
Your clit tingled with a pressure that encouraged you to started riding his face. In response Joel's calloused hands came up to grip your ass and assisted your movements.
He squeezed one cheek almost too hard before spanking it a few times, your flesh easily bruising red and stinging deliciously.
"Joel, your mouth... Perfect," you blabbered. You were filled with bliss: your eyes were closed, fingers twirling playfully in his messy hair.
God, he licked you so fucking good. So messy but that's what made it effortlessly perfect.
"Iâoh my God. Fuck! I love your fucking mouth," you moaned loudly.
"Mhm?"
You shuddered at the vibrations, hips stuttering into his licks and sucks even deeper.
"Yes, Joel!" You cried, "Fuck you're gonna make me cum... You're gonna make me cum!"
He spanked your ass even more at this, making both cheeks turn a bashful color and jiggle against his jawline.
With trembling thighs you managed all of your strength to hump him harder and faster. Doing whatever you fucking could to reach your climax.
"Yesyesyesyesyesyes!" You happily cheered as your juices began to relentlessly pour out of your squelching cunt and down his chin.
A satisfied smile rose to your face as your clit throbbed through the orgasm Joel had just given you. You slowed down on your own time allowing him to savor every last drop he'd be tasting for now.
You carefully removed your weight from his face, feeling more out of breath than ever. Meanwhile Joel sat up and swiped up some of your come with his thumb just before forcing it into your mouth and using his other hand to pinch out some that managed to get inside of his nose.
You were a tad embarrassed by his action but his subtle grin let you know that there was nothing more sexy than getting you so wet that it literally almost suffocated him.
Your mouth latched into him, cherishing the scruff surrounding his face. He went to lay on top of you again, your head now hanging off of the foot of the bed; he held your legs to your chest and slid into you easily making you whine at the slight burn that came with being stretched out.
With furrowed brows and an agape mouth, he incandescently moaned into the thick air while his thick thumb found your sensitive clit. You flinched and exhaled harmoniously at the combination of pleasure, enriched in the ecstasy he gave.
"You're so fuckin' tight, babydoll. Aghâalmost can't take it," he taunted. "M'gonna have to ruin ya."
He gently released the grip of your legs and put his weight onto you. His arms slithered beneath you, wrapping around you in a way that made you feel safe. Then he kissed you, much more softly than before and rolled his hips back and forth. Your slick walls gripped him, trying to suck him in deeper.
His lips pulled off of you with a pop and he licked a thick line from your clavicle to behind your ear as if he magically knew it was your sweet spot.
You giggled and shivered at the ticklish feeling, enduring it until it started to feel more sensual. He felt you relax within his touch and took it as opportunity to nibble the spot, biting it just enough to hurt a little bit.
Between his movements and your sweaty bodies sticking together you felt almost useless; you were used to doing the work, giving instead of taking. But it felt too good to stop now.
When you clawed at his back he pushed himself up and started slamming into you. You gasped, digging your nails into his arms.
"Love those pretty little sounds you're makin' f'me," he hummed, pushing his hand into your exposed neck and gripping it. "You like that? Hm? Ohh, you fucking love it. Look at you."
You raised a hand and smacked his cheek lightlyâyour way of saying fuck you considering his grasp of you. He reciprocated, landing a firm smack to your face and earning a smile in return.
"Fuckin' brat needs to be put in her placeâ"
You shook your head attempting to hum out a no.
The hand he had around your neck reached up to squish your cheeks so that he could come eye to eye with you. "God, fuck. I can't even punish you when you look at me with those pretty eyes," he said defeatedly. "Look at you, babydoll. You're so fuckin' tight. Best fuckin' pussy ever. So wet, just f'me."
"All yours, Joel. I'm all yours."
"Yeah?" He cooed. "You're all mine?"
"Fuck yes!"
"Cum for me, baby. Yeah, cum on my cock," he pleaded, "get it nice and wet for me darlin', need you to cum for me."
Between his scruff voice and brutal thrusts you found yourself falling into another orgasm, everything around you ceased to exist.
The world went quiet aside from Joel's encouragements and praises; you could feel the blood pumping throughout your body, your heart punching against your chest, and your body molding to the twists and curves of Joel's body.
As you squeezed and scratched and begged him for more more more you felt the tension between your legs dissolve passionately into a sear so strong you felt it warm and burning the flesh along your belly.
Joel watched your chest rise and fall with your tits bouncing to the rhythm of his thrusts. He rode you out until the very end of your high before picking you up and sitting on the edge of the bed with you straddling him.
Feeling even more horny and turned on than before you wasted no time and began bouncing on his painfully hard dick.
He was fighting his climax, needing to feel you wrapped around him as long as he could take.
"You feel so fucking good, daddy," you whined, "want your cum."
"You want me to cum inside you babydoll?" He pouted.
"Yes Joel. Want you to fill me up..."
"Gonna ruin that pretty pussy," he grunted, "gonna make you mine. This pussy belongs to me now, doesn't it?"
He listened to you whimper and weep and whine, coaxing you through it all while offering a few pops to your ass and thighs for encouragement.
You watched him lay down, arms folded behind his head to enjoy the little show you were putting on for him. Hair bouncing and flaying everywhere while you rode him with a bobbling headâthe view from where he was looked pretty fucking perfect.
Your movements halted and you managed to turn around on his cock while keeping it inside; hearing a strained gurgly moan come from him as a result, you mercilessly began riding him again giving him the best view of your ass as it clapped against the peak of his belly.
"Good fuckin' slut," he slapped your tatted thigh and watched intently for a moment or two. "Good girl, mhmm. Doin' such a perfect job on daddy's cock."
Joel then sat up and reached for your clit, rubbing the sweetest little circles on it and using his free hand to turn your face to kiss him.
Reverse cowgirl had always been his favorite position, but he can't remember a time or even a moment where it felt this fucking good.
"You're gonna make me cum, baby," he whispered with his forehead leaning against yours. "Gonna make me fuckin' cum. Tha' what you want, baby? Want your daddy to fill this fuckin' pussy up?"
He gave your clit a mean smack but it only made you go faster.
"Need you to cum! Fuckingâohh! Cum for me, please daddy. Want you to f-fill me up!"
Joel began thrusting to meet you halfway, and his eyes stayed locked with yours as he muttered a string of profanities.
"Oh shit. Ohfuckohfuckohfuck. Fuck yes!"
He painted your pussy with his hot, sticky ropes of cum, moaning your name over and over with fluttering eyes and a tight grip on your hips. He thrusted a few more times before pulling out and meeting you with a few more soft kisses as a thank you.
You felt his cum slowly pouring out of your swollen cunt, trailing down his softening cock and on the sheets. You two stayed like that for a while, savoring the moment and taking your time.
A while later while he was cleaning up between your legs he said, "You better upload that video."
"You weren't joking?" You scoffed, wearing a smile.
"I wasn't joking," he said contently.
That night once he had fallen asleep in your bed, you decided to upload the full video uncut with the perfect title...
My DILF Neighbor Comes Over For A Creampie âĄ
346K Views | 93% | 16 Hours Ago | ⥠532
#pedro pascal#joel miller#pedro pascal fic#pedro pascal smut#pedro pascal fanfiction#joel miller fic#joel miller smut#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller fluff#joel tlou#joel miller tlou#tlou fanfiction#tlou fic#tlou fandom
4K notes
·
View notes
Note
I'm sure we've all the "Alastor in a rut" fics but can I mix it up a little and request Alastor in a rut and so needy he's willing to give reader control?
a/n: omg baby's first rut, spawned by his attraction to you and he doesn't know how to get it to stop so he asks for help? :'))) i am def a subby person but every now and then i can write our mens being the needy ones đ©·
tags: 18+ smut, nsfw, unprotected sex, alastor cums a lot
you had an unexpected knock at your door late at night after you'd already gotten into bed, and at first you ignore it. then, it happens again. you groan and throw off the blanket, about to get up when alastor appears from the shadows next to your feet.
you go to scream, not even able to comprehend who or what is grabbing you in the darkness, but there's a hand covering your mouth before you can do so. there's also something... stiff hitting your back. you calm when you recognize the hand and you take a deep breath when he removes it. "what the hell alastor?" you whisper-yell, spinning around to face him. you barely recognize the demon standing in front of you.
he's disheveled, shuddering, and looks completely exhausted. he's in what you assume he sleeps in, which is an interesting looking robe. "al?" you frown, reaching out to touch him but he grabs your wrist before you can. "please, darling... for your own good, be careful with your next move..." even his voice is shaky. your eyes finally catch his, and you gasp when you see the deep, dark desire seeping through them.
âi need⊠need you.â he speaks, still breathless and youâre sure youâve never heard something so sexy. your eyes widen, taking in the fact that alastor's cock is what was poking you when he grabbed you. alastor has barely said anything other than a quick casual sexual remark in your direction the entire time you've been here at the hotel, and now he's asking for your help.
"o-oh um... yes! i mean-" you speak way too fast, embarrassing yourself with how fast you're interested in 'helping' alastor. before you can say anything else, alastor's lips meet yours and you're instantly melting against him. he steps backwards until he's falling flat onto the bed, tugging you on top of him. your hips straddle his, and the friction against his cock has him arching into you. you swear he whines when you grind your hips, that you can feel his cock pulsing under the small layer of clothing.
you've heard of demons going into a rut, but you've never seen alastor acting quite like this. his hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his ears stand more alert. he physically looks... needy. and his breathy pants beneath you only spark your desire to help. you decide to push your luck just a little bit and interlock your fingers with his before pushing them above his head and holding them there while you rub against him.
alastor looks mad at first, that you dare try to pin him down, but the second he feels the sweet drag of your cunt over his barely clothed cock, he almost cums. "please." you're not sure alastor's ever begged for... anything before, but his pleas make your core pulse, heat pooling between your legs. "mmm, please what?" you smirk, watching frustration bubble up in his eyes. "please- i just... i need to be inside of you." he sighs, not putting up as much fuss as you thought.
you hold back a moan of your own, wanting to maintain some semblance of control over alastor, since you're sure this won't happen again. "ah~ good boy." you coo, again watching as something flashes in his eyes that's a mixture of anger and lust. "need you, darling." he pleads, grinding his aching erection against you. biting your lip, you tug off your shirt and wiggle your hips enough to slide down your sleep shorts. "make me cum." he gasps, giving into every carnal desire flooding his system.
as soon as the head of his cock presses against your pussy, he's trying to push you to take it all. "ah ah..." you warn, once more reaching to pin his hands above his head. "i will make you cum. don't move." your tone is strict, and alastor hates how much it makes his cock throb. he'll get you back for this brazen attitude at a later date...
for now, all he can think about is emptying every last drop of his seed deep within your sweet, wet cunt. after an agonizingly slow descent, you find yourself fully sat on his cock. alastor's eyes are shut, his chest heaving as every breath he's holding back the urge to cum. "hey al..." you whisper, leaning down so your nose touches his. alastor swallows, his hips wiggling ever so slightly. "y-yes darling?" he shudders, feeling every inch of your pussy squeezing around his leaking cock.
"cum as many times as you need..." the hitch in his breath is so audible, and all the tension in his body snaps like a twig. "you-" he gasps, legs spasming as he tries not to lose it just yet. "-don't know what you're getting yourself into." it's a warning, and you know that, but your cunt clenches at the idea of spending the rest of the night like this. "use me." you murmur, watching as alastor's eyes roll into the back of his head.
the groan that follows is primal, and you give in to his thrusts from below you. the force pushes you forward, your chest flat against his, every thrust upwards pushes more and more of his seed so deep inside of you. and even with his cock nuzzled deep against your cervix, the amount of cum seeps down his cock and covers your inner thighs.
you expect alastor to look worn out, but he looks even hungrier now. wasting little time, alastor flips the two of you so you're now under him. "now then..." he begins, his head slightly clearer now and he's not going to tolerate your behavior from earlier. "i think i like you beneath me a whole lot better, dear." you bite your lip and smile, mischief forming in your eyes. "i like this too."
the look in alastor's eyes tells you that you won't be getting any more sleep tonight.
#alastor x reader#hazbin hotel#alastor x you#alastor hazbin hotel#alastor hazbin hotel imagines#alastor smut#alastor x reader smut#alastor x you smut#hazbin hotel smut#hazbin alastor smut#hazbin hotel alastor smut#alastor x reader imagines#hazbin hotel alastor x you#alastor hazbin hotel smut#hazbin smut
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
Kronos and the art of trying to figure out standing, walking and modern clothes.
By the time the Justice league and Dark Justice got the cultists into custody. Diana and Zatanna being the only females heroines there at the moment to help Kronos stand on her two legs, help her walk and got a spare Robe to cloths her after making all the male heroes turn around after they both glare at them all, Zatanna magically braid Kronos's hair so it wouldnt dragged onto the dirty floor while Constantine who trying to drink himself into oblivion.
Danny was still completely in curled up baby koala cling in Clockwork's arms, watching with wide eyes, mouth gaping at Clockwork's otherwordly appearance.
"Close your mouth Danny, it's like you never seen me up close before." Kronos said to him while danny shut his mouth before opening it again, whispering a bit.
"You didn't tell me you look so pretty without that purple gown covering your hair." He quietly said, reaching his small hand out and up to pat the moving birthmarks marks of ancient clocks symbols and number shifting and morphing on her warm cheek, feeling the soft puff breath from him, Clockwork was alive and breathing..
Diana glanced a bit at the now two reborned Goddess of time and baby godling looking with wide eyed in pure amazement like at Kronos, even patting her cheek as if to see if she was really there. She, quickly wiped the side of her left eye from the tear forming, steel herself from the inevitable stray thought of godling child demised that obviously happen in Kronos's arms for her to held the child closer to her chest as if to shield him from harm.
Diana will have a lot of questions left unanswered once she sent a letter to her mother about whether the stories of Kronos were warped to the extreme to cover the fact the the God of Time and Space was actually a Goddess due to inequality back then.
First things to do was teach Kronos the modern time of language, women clothes, baby clothes and diapers and keep batman away from her little baby boy who was has the bat-bait of black hair with blue eyes who seemed to had died the same time as his mother by using Superman to distract him with cultists interrogating.
Diana could sympathetic when it come to learning the modern day language back when she used to speak ancient Amazonian and Dead Greek language, and modern bra..
Part 2 << >> Part 4
#dpxdc#dc x dp#danny phantom#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp prompt#dcxdp#danny is the ghost king#de aged danny#kronos pateranl instincts turn into maternal instinct#kronos is now a women#Female Kronos#Diana believe Kronos was a women and possibly died tradgy with the way she held her child in a protective manner#Superman is distracting Batman from Kronos and Danny to stop the bat-bait adoption at hand#Zatanna is using magic to braid Kronos's ridiculously long hair into a majestic greek braid until later#misunderstanding troupe
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
â THIS AINâT FICTION, BABY! (it is kinda..) â
â sum. jjk men finding out you write jaw dropping smut. boo you whore. can you even do half the things you write about? well . .
warnings. fem! reader, feat. gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna, breaking the forth wall kekw, smut writer reader, unprotected, dirty talk, praise, squırting, manhandling, cuĆnilingus, whiny men, cockwarming, daddy kink, overstim, spıt, impact play, breaking the bed, brĂ©eding, size kinks.
GOJO â
âoooooh,â a husky low voice coos right next to your ear. hot breath ghosts against the tiny hairs that stand tall near the back of your neck. you bit your lip whilst youâre in the midst of being stuffed full of cock. just plain evil . . satoruâs got you cockwarming him while a fat thumb of his skims down your phone. âletâs see. gojo smut, gojo satoru x reader, hey thatâs me, heh,â and he pauses, a snowy brow raising up in daze once he sees your user displayed in bold near the very top of the search bar. âcockwarming gojo, how fitting, angel.â
âtoru, fuck,â you whine, making a cute attempt at trying to snatch your phone away. weakly pawing at his wrist, he holds it up even higher. you gasp, feeling his swollen tip swivel its way deeper inside your cunt. âdonât read it,â you fall back into his chest, moaning once he starts to purposely bounce his thigh. embarrassment had you hot, you could practically feel your heartbeat accelerating by the minute. â âs embarrassing.â
satoru squints, resuming to scroll down the glowing screen before a free hand of his trails toward your pussy. he hums, âaw, pretty girlâs got a hobby i didnât even know of, hm. here, you say âheâs got you right on his lap, suppressing a moan with your teeth dug into the bottom of your lip as youâre taking him fully. .â such nasty literature,â and the edges of your nails pierce into his pants leg. the half on long black slacks that satoru wore were merely all ruffled and ragged thanks to your pretty fingernails tugging at it with all its might. as he continues to read, youâre whining, desperate to move, desperate for at least some kind of friction. as youâre squirming on his lap, satoruâs eye then twitches. â âgojo satoru also would whine in bed?â this has to be a typo. .â
and of course, his ego gets bruised.
the pout on satoruâs face was adorable. as youâre trying to sturdy your hips, he buries his face into your chest. âmmph,â heâs shoved right between the softness of your tits, his personal happy place.
althoughâhe had to admit, he was flattered that you wrote such lewd compositions about him. you moan as youâre grinding against him, feeling his achy cock slam into you deep within each wet bounce. satoru makes a mess as heâs buried between your plush mounds, remnants of stringy saliva dribbling down the valley of your chest. pretty, his white lashes flutter as youâre quickening your hip movements and he gasps. âoh, f- fuck, angel. âs no fair when you ride me like thaaat.â
and you canât help but giggleâdespite your cock drunken state, heâs still got that little glower of a pout on his lips as youâre rutting into him.
satoruâs clenched abs flex more the second you run a finger down the sharp outline of his pecs, watching him immediately fold at your touch. âbut you always whine, âtoru,â you argue in a shivering voice, your cunt tightly squeezing around his length. his wide girth makes your mouth water, such thickness was just insane. you bury your unstable knees into the center of his thighs before his broad big arms wrap around you.
heâs holding youâalmost squishing you.
but just like you wrote, satoru whines the second he ends up cumming early. with the way you ride him and the crazed speed of your hips, he never ever lasted long.
it was cute,
he was always confident until heâs buried deep inside your pussy, whining and sobbing pathetic cacophonies of your name at how good you feel clamping around him. itâs merry lukewarm, as he snaps, a puddle of thick syrupy cum shoots into you deep and heâs an entire frantic mess. pants of airy breath slip out of his pink lips as heâs giving you a fill, biting into your neck to hide his slutty whimpers. âgod, âm gonna die,â he sniffles, squeezing pressure against your bare ass. you hold onto him tight as heâs pouring such slippery wads of seed into you at onceâvelvety hot amounts spit inside your pussy and youâre matching heavy gasps for air right with him, entirely in sync. âfuck, fuck baby, mommy.â
âwhat?â
âs- shut up,â he back tracks, and he sees the smug expression growing on your face. satoru lightly smacks a hand over his face before groaning, his cock all milked and flaccid. âi said baby.â
NANAMI â
tender mahongy eyes stare deep into your eyes as your fingers happily intertwine with his. tangled and curled, heâs got a soft grip as his body hovers completely over yours.
with ruffled blond strands running down the front of his forehead, nanami brings a kiss toward your cheek as heâs not just fucking you, but making love to you in missionary. âsweetheart, you left your laptop open you know,â and you moan once you feel his plump tip circle its way inside of your gummy inviting walls. already, youâre coating his entire dick with your slimy slick to the hilt. your eyes widen at his words before the left side of your twitching lip is met with another gentle kiss. âi didnât mean to be nosy, but i saw a little âheadcanonâ about me, is that what you call it?â
you glance into his eyes with abashed intent as a burning wave of heat sprays over your face. fuck, the pulse of your thumping heart only grew louder as your first response was utter silence.
âiââ you mutter out, and he chuckles at your lack of words, digging his head into your neck. nanamiâs scent was strong, it goes through each of your nostrils and you felt yourself throbbing from his touch alone.
his strokes were tender and precise. heâs swaying back and forth as his bare body continues to rut straight into you. pent up muscles of his that were merely perfectly sculpturedâidentical to the physique of a greek god, you couldnât help but stare. you just couldnât help but ogle at how heâs so pretty, how fat tears of sweat race down both sides of his bulky arms. no one could blame you for writing about nanami, althoughâthe things you wrote about him, they were pretty risquĂ© to say the least. with a growing pout, your arms throw over his shoulders as heâs presenting your cunt blissful deep thrusts. âokay, i write about you sometimes, âken. âm sorry.â
âsorry for what exactly? being talented, silly girl?â he whispers in a raspy tone.
nanami cups your chin so you could look right at him, naturally leaning into his touch. he focuses on the way your eyes soften and heâs plummeting girthy inches into you raw. your toes curl, running down his back and tickling the scratch marks that paint against his flushed skin. âdonât be sorry,â he adds, pressing a wet kiss near the crook of your neck. âiâm flattered. although, dirty talk isnât exactly my forte. you know this, my love,â and you moan, feeling the edges of his teeth playfully nibble at your exposed flesh. as pounds of skin resume to smack against each other loudly, nanami slowly lifts up your leg, tossing it over your shoulder. âmy favorite part had to be when you said i pulled on your hair ân called you a âmessy whoreâ .â
ây- you werenât supposed to see that,â you nervously grin . . trying to avoid how you were so close to finishing. just a few more thrusts and that was it, youâd be finished, done for. youâve felt embarrassed beforeâbut never to this extent. he was teasing you, nanami kento was teasing you. and pathetically enough, your pussy twitched as he recited your exact filthy written words. the bed continues to creak and groan as jolting bodies move and move together, amongst each other, and on top of each other.
with kind eyes, nanami watches as you bring both of your hands up to your face, hoping to shield yourself from any more embarrassment.
âoh, honey,â he coos in a melodically low tone. his cock reached so deep that strangled moans flew out from your lips left and right. his tempo was always just right. he never wanted to lose control, but after reading your work, he knew youâd probably like that. crimson damp lips press under your chin before he grunts, preparing himself to be milked dry.
âhngh, donât hide that pretty face from me,â he huffs, in a soft alluring voice. everything felt abnormally tender, nanamiâs softly swerving his body against yours in irregular addictive arcs in such impassioned ardent. the more you stare into your eyesâthe more your blown pupils dilate.
once he cup both sides of your face, you lean into his touch. his base was thick, swollen and full. you craved him more than anything, and itâs as if your words were actually coming to life.
âthere she is, thatâs my girl,â he grits in a raspy voice, prying your hands away from your face. his touch was forevermore gentle. with a soft smile, nanami presses his twitching ruby lips onto yours as you both prepare to cum in euphoric torrent. bedaubing a plump thumb over your bottom quivering lip, he slows his thrusts down a few beatsâhearing you vocal pussyâs squelches before a wrinkle of a smile curls against his lips. ânow, now. make a mess on your husbandâs cock jus how you write them in your little stories, my love.â
GETO â
âoh, boo. looks like someoneâs innocent all of a sudden when sheâs not writing âbout dick, hm? wonder why that is,â geto hums, propped right up between your trembly legs. heâs staring at you with a sly smirk that refuses to wipe off his lips. two of his hands spread your thighs apart more before kissing near your slobbering exposed pussy.
with a cunning grin, he gives your drooling folds a few friendly taps as if it was a little mic test. âfinish that paragraph. câmon, wanna make sure âm doinâ it right.â
a salty taste of shame fills and salivates inside of your mouth as you watch him with heart shaped pupils. heâs got the most hungry gaze, a bit of spit already dribbling from the thin corners of his lips.
âum, okay,â you moan, picking up your phone again, leisurely dragging a thumb down the neatly typed paragraphs. âit says, âyou whine, taking s-suguruâs thick fingers happily into your slippery cunt. long digits of his rummage their way inside before curling all around. once suguru spits on your p- pussy, he pats it and calls it a good girl.â â
âlike this?â geto snickersâcopying your exact words, using the flat palm of his hand to rub against your bare clit. you whimper, entirely sensitive as his thick digits toy with your soddened folds. your thighs continue to jostle and shake and he found it so adorable at how you just couldnât stay still. so cute, heâs got darkened irises focused on you and only you the entire time. these seconds felt like hours, and as he gathers a nice amount of saliva, he spits right on your cunt. just like you wrote it . . you gasp at the sloppy cold saliva cascading down your pussy. the cobwebby strands that pour from his lips had such a pretty glimmer to it. the warm breath of geto that fans against your entrance makes you twitch in elated pleasure.
heâs so sloppy, unapologetically. just like your drabble saidâhe then pats your cunt with an open palm before leaning right up close, pulling a thumb down your pulsating uvula before licking it passionately. âgood fuckinâ girl.â
you whine, your knees practically buckling and heâs just eating your expressions up. ây- yesâ like that, fuck,â you move a few long black strands away from his face. geto dips two fingers inside and he stretches you out so easily with his digits. your lips form into a cute âoâ shape as you mewl out a desperate cry for more. as heâs watching you succumb into such bliss, heâs got such a pretty face. it makes his dick twitch in his sweats at the thought of you writing about how he goes down on you. the specifics, how sloppy he is, even how he spanks your cunt only to then shamelessly lick the slick mess right up with his tongue.
the thought that probably hundreds of your horny little readers read about this, about him, about his tongue . .
getoâs tongue was ruthless.
he lays it flat against your cunt before fluttering his long black lashes closed. he huskily groans, not even caring that you werenât reading anymore. as his brows arch into a contorting furrow, he slides in two fat fingers. you whimper at the sudden big yet deliciously enthralling stretch, yanking roughly on his hair. âs . . sugu,â he pulls his slick covered fingers out, licking them clean whilst staring you right in the eyes. you tremor within his hold, feeling his palms tighten its grasp on both of your thighs. you couldnât lie, this felt a lot better than fiction. so much better . .
heâs making out with your pussy, swirling his tongue around and spelling out all of the letters of his name. creating such a mess, your slick then starts to stream down his chin to which he happily licks it up. groaning, geto then slurps at your drenched hole before giving it yet another kiss. his chin had such luminescent shine to it. you cup his face with shaky hands as heâs eating you out through another orgasm and he jibes.
âmhm, your writing could use a bit more dirty talk though,â he critiques, swiping a thumb against his lips before he spanks your cunt for the umpteenth time.
with your legs sporadically quivering, he playfully bites on your clit, watching you squeal as youâre riding orgasm out on his tongue. âoh, and make sure you add in your little fics that i bite pretty clits too.â
CHOSO â
âbottom? w- whatâs a bottom?â
choso quirks a brow in cute confusion, slouching back as youâre still getting over your most recent orgasm.
both pounds of sweltering skin melt into each other, sticking together like glue as your hips grow unsteady. choso was reading one of your published works and he canât help but grow curious. the way you wrote about him, how you portrayed him as whiny and submissive, it does something to himâhe personally always thought he was dominant. cute. .
âoh, donât worry about that, baby,â you timidly utter, trying to conceal an incoming moan once his cock buries its way deep in yet again. heâs nice and snug everyone and it drives him crazy. chosoâs got a poutâbut it quickly turns into a lewd expression once your sopping pussy swallows him right up again. two jittery hands creep their way onto your rickety hips and he moans once he feels himself already bottoming out. âf- fuck, cho.â
his eyebrows were still all furrowed and heâs got a cute scrunched up expression. â âm not a bottom,â choso grumps, leaning in to sneak a kiss near the corner of your mouth. despite the raspiness lingering underneath his toneâyou could hear the incoming whine desperately trying to escape. chosoâs black ponytails had cute ribbons in themâby you, and heâs biting his lip at the feeling of your hips starting to grind. âi- i can be dominant too.â
âprove it,â you whisper, a bratty impish glint forming in your eyes. choso scoffs, narrowing his eyes at you but it doesnât last at all because heâs already pussy drunk to the max.
those two words. . those two words was all it took for him to manhandle you like a rag doll, politely and respectfully tossing you into the springy soft mattress.
it bounces from the abrupt weight crashing down and you gasp once choso backs up his words, and oh, heâs fucking you stupid. you let off a gargled three second moan once choso spanks your ass, using one hand to repeatedly drag you back into his chiseled hips. sharp thrusts plow into you with such speed that youâre left with a dumbfounded expression. your eyes were rolling back and your tongue was lolled out as choso was fucking you in doggy.
as much as you write about him, he doesnât like doggy, mainly because he canât see your pretty face. it kills himâbut he canât deny that the view of you like this was so pretty, so enticing. your buckling knees lock as youâre cupping a hand over your mouth, eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.
chosoâs cock was so weighty and thick that itâs got a lazy curve, a mean curve that makes itself known in every part of your insides. heâs no stranger to your body, he knows the exact layout. such staminaâyou didnât expect him to be so feral, itâs as if he was an entire different person. âfuck, fuuuck,â he throws his head back, giving your ass more and more hard spanks. the recoil was his favorite. it was just the way your pretty shaped ass would bounce back onto him. heâs in love with love, in love with your pussy, in love with you. ângh, gotta show you âm not a bottom, baby.â
âc- choso,â you whimper, and his fat base swings against your ass, almost shocking you from the electric friction. youâre droolingâheâs got you stupid as your swollen chaste clit bumps up against his pelvis every single time. the bed hollers out a plethora of cries as heâs jerking more and more into you. your cuntâs drooling dewy slick all down the undersides of your thighs. you even make an attempt at trying to touch yourself. with slickness though, choso snatches your wrist away.
âno baby. âs my pussy,â he grumbles, pinning an arm behind your back. youâre babblingâsquatting forward as heâs feeding your needy pussy with such inches. choso hisses at the brief twinges of pleasure all due to your sloppy grip. youâre brutal, wetting up his base with your dewy slick. he canât help but stare and gawk at the way your ass presses up against him. chosoâs bottom lip quivers at how good it feels and how good you feel. no matter how much of a front he puts up, heâs gonna whine. âf- fuck. teasinâ me with your hips, baby. so mean.â
yet as heâs dragging you back and forth, watching as your chest heaving and your thighs try to clamp inwardâyou abruptly cum, gushing all over chosoâs cock. he huffs at how sudden it was, and he knew you didnât expect it in the slightest. so pretty, your final orgasmic cries sounded like a sweet candied harmony and he could feel your quavering body breaking down with his shaft still shoved deeply inside. your mess soaks up the entirety of the dark sheet, now being drenched in a damp grey color. âfuck, fuck,â you whimper, shaking as your head slumps into the pillow. choso whines at your own pleasure, and he doesnât even care if he doesnât finish. he pulls out, crawling toward you before burying his face into the nook of your neck. âc- choso, oh my g- god.â
as your flimsy arms hold him close, accepting his embrace, he goes back to his clingy needy self again, speaking in a shivering soft voice. âh- have you ever wrote about squirting yet?â
with droopy eye lids, you were longing for a kiss. as if he read your mind, he leans inâplanting a sultry balmy kiss right onto your lips. âno,â you mumble, moving a few strands out of his face.
choso licks near your neck, one of his hands sprawling your sticky legs apart and he brushes a finger against your slick wet cunt. âw- well, you can always write about that,â and you gasp once he lifts your leg up, easily tossing it over his shoulder. with pleading eyes, choso sighs. âbut, can we do that again, baby? i- i think i like when you squirt on me.â
SUKUNA â
âbreeding kink, interesting,â the demon gruffs, hearing you whine after he swipes his phone from your hand, wondering what in the actual hell could be so important.
heâs reading a strange explicit story of himself thatâs apparently called a âone shot,â according to you. how stupid, he thinks. sukunaâs irked vermillion-shot eyes skim through the many paragraphs of filth before he spanks your ass, making you keep your most recent arch.
âah, seems like yâr even more nasty than i thought,â and your breath hitches once he circles a palm over your stinging rear cheekâ an attempt at soothing the sudden pang. hearing your cute muffled whimpers, he mocks your noises. âaw, if you wanted me to âbreedâ you princess, you could have just asked.â
â âkuna, âs embarrassing,â you moan, gasping once he smears his leaky tip against your entrance. he was right - you couldâve ask, you could have asked him to do all the little dirty things you wrote about, you could have . .
swallowing the invisible lump that resides at the roof of your mouth, you imagine yourself being stuffed full of sukunaâs cum. so much to where he ends up getting you all swollenâyouâd be nothing but sitting pretty with a cute plump tummy, wads and wads of glossy runny cum just slickly dribbling down the sides of your ass and thighs.
âwrite like a slut ân you even act like one too,â he hums, using a thumb to slide down your pussy. sukunaâs staring openly at how youâre already so soaked, so drenched and he looks like heâs ready to feast. your puffy folds glisten with your own arousal and itâs so so cute. âwonder if you write while havinâ a pussy this sloppy too,â and he smacks it raw, feeling your entire body jolt from the sudden impact. you fall into the soft padded mattress and he darkly chuckles at your weakly spot-on reaction time, aligning himself. âpoor baby. spendinâ all this time writing when you couldâve been getting . . ah, whatâs the word? oh, right. bred, heh.â
and sukuna does more than just breed youâhe quite literally overflows your cunt. heâs a demon, and demons cum a lot.
youâre an entire puddled mess that was filled to the brim.
the sheets were all damp and stained and youâre glistening with droplets of perspirationâradiating from his heat entirely. âs- sukuna, fuck,â you weep out his name, hearing the sloppy spurts of cum still dribbling out of you. such a mess, your mouth waters as you realize just how full you are. you always wrote about this sort of thing but never knew that your silly fiction could turn into mere reality. both of your thighs stick together as youâre left trembling with an arch in your back. heâs cackling at your state, watching as globs of creamy ropes leak out of your slobbering pussy.
âhow cute, jus might mess around ân get you pregnant, yeah,â the demon jibes, a sharp fang poking underneath his bottom lip. youâre haplessly quivering. your panties that were lazily dragged to the side were all torn and ripped, coated in a ivory white color also. as youâre trying to collect breathsâyou then let off a moan once he presses himself deep against you.
your womb was completely flooded, youâre drowning with his stringy cum and with his hot burly body right up against you, you feel him right there. you couldnât miss it, heâs so long and thick that heâs practically tickling your goopy insides. sukuna wraps a hand around your throat whilst another hand sneaks toward your pussy. âbet youâd like that, fuckinâ freak,â and heâs smearing circles against your folds. you twitch at his cursed hand, his cock still tucked inside of you before he laughs against your ear. âyou want a baby, huh. wanna carry my demon babies, donât ya princess?â
you nod and he lets off a snicker of amusement. âkeh. bet you do,â and his voice lowly pitches. you moan, feeling him pull out of your dripping cunt, plugging his spilling cum back in with a single thumb. âfuck, better write about this too, princess. let all your pathetic readers know how much of a sloppy pussy their favorite author has,â and you gasp once he quickly flips you over. sukuna suddenly dives head first between your legs, lapping his flick tongue against your folds. âmmph, now watch me clean you up,â and he spits on your pussy only to then look at it with disgust. âmessy girl.â
TOJI â
ânuh uh, get the fuck back here babygirl,â he grabs you by the hip, and you let off a moan once his fingers trail up your skirt. a wavering crinkle prods near the edge of his left twitching eye as heâs processing such raunchy words about him. a dry chortle leaves from tojiâs mouth as he makes you lie on your tummy, multitasking by slapping his swollen cockhead on your dribbling folds. âya always told me you were a writer but i didnât think you write âbout this,â he purrs, and your toes curl once heâs aligning himself against your slick heat. but fuck was your cunt just was drooling for him. both folds were weeping for him to just go in already, and yet here he was - teasing you. âreally? whatâs with the whole âtoji daddy kinkâ thing? i look like the kinda guy thatâs into that?â
you feel embarrassment creep up your shoulder. he was reading that part, the part where reader calls him âdaddy.â
sheepishly trying to crawl away from his grasp, you swallow ignominy. â âs not real, i just made it up toji,â you try to explain through gritted teeth. but as heâs reeling you back into his keen structed hips, you lewdly mewl. heâs just so fucking big, happily massaging your walls freely with just a few inches. your mouth widens as you hear him lowly snickering in the background. a snickering laugh that never failed to make your pussy throb.
toji grabs at the fat of your ass, stubby fingertips poking through your skin. with a mean spank, itâs a non-verbal sign for you to stay still. âyâer a fuckinâ slut with your writing, baby. i bet ya havenât even tried these kinks,â he teases, and you moan again once his cock delves deeper into your walls. with such ease, you back raises up into an even sluttier arch. âhm, lets see if yâer as nasty as you write,â and you hear him grunt briefly, one of his hands gently wrapping around your neck. toji gets right up close to your ear, flicking his tongue against your soft earlobe. âgo on, say it.â
âs- say what?â you squeak, but you knew exactly what he wanted. never in a million years would you have thought toji would discover your little erotic hobby. by now, heâs balls deepâyou whine, feeling yet another sharp swat smack against your left ass cheek at the lack of response. youâre chewing on the inside of your cheek in guilt before you hear toji smack his lips in sheer vex.
âcâmon, donât get shy on me now,â he murmurs in a hoarse tone, salacious timbre pouring on his entire voice. toji feels your pussy dripping around him and he hums, giving you just one single tease of a thrust. your body jerks forward and you whimper sweetly. heâs so close up to you, hard washboard abs of his that were proudly flexing grinds against your back. heâs pressing his muscular weight onto you, careful not to crush you but just enough to. inching his lips back toward your ear, he kisses near your neck. âcall me daddy. jus like how you write me, little girl.â
as youâre feeling a few throbbing pangs between your thighs, you shiver underneath him. burying your head in shame between your arms, you whine. ângh, daddy,â and a weird feeling pools around the insides of your stomach. butterflies and a mixture of flutters swarm inside of you and you moan. once those words slip past your lips so prettily, toji raspily groans. he pistons his hips before not even seconds later, heâs fucking you stupid. babbles of babbles leave from you, and youâre acting just like the main character you write for. ironic, youâre clinging onto the silky cream-colored sheets, bawling up the thinly-made fabric with your clammy fists before squealing. âfuck, daddy âm not gonna last.â
âshould hear how stupid you fuckinâ sound, baby,â he growls, merciless hips snapping into you at full throttle. you were gonna break, you just knew it. tojiâs thrusts were so powerful that youâre left squeaking out pathetic whimpersâhis cock stretching you out as if you were elastic. âfuck,â he runs a hand through his messy dark tresses. his shaggy strands were unkempt, overgrown a bit and running down his eyes. heâs got to cock his head up a bit just to see your pretty face and your even prettier ass. âcâmonnn, do that cute arch you describe in yâr slutty fics.â
ât- tojiii,â you whimper, the weight of the bed dipping after each continuous stroke. heâs thorough. tojiâs maddened fat tip has your legs becoming more and more unstable before he smacks your ass. the powerful hit against your rear rings through each of your earsâand you pout, gnawing on your lip, knowing he wants you to correct yourself. ângh, i- i mean daddy. âm gonna cum, fuck.â
but right when youâre about to finish, youâre interrupted by the ear-splitting sound of wood. youâre moaningâfeeling your pussy continue to squeeze around his throbbing length thatâs coated with veins all the way down to the tan swollen base. itâs loud, you gasp once the weight of the springy bed suddenly drops and you both collapseâtoji falling on top of you. he doesnât even say anything, and he pulls you up to continue fucking you but you let off a whiny whimper. âyou just broke my b-bed.â
âyeah, so.â
âso..? youâre gonna have to buy me a new one.â
âright. about that . .â
#â
vegasbaby.#gojo smut#geto smut#nanami smut#choso smut#sukuna smut#gojo satoru smut#gojo satoru x reader#geto suguru smut#toji smut#nanami kento smut#nanami kento x reader#choso x reader#sukuna x reader#toji x reader#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jjk x you#choso x you#toji fushiguro smut#toji fushiguro x reader#jjk x reader smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#anime smut#female reader#jujustsu kaisen x reader#smut#cw sex mention
8K notes
·
View notes
Text
BURDEN and REVERENCE â gojo satoru
MDNI, pregnancy freak!satoru, f!reader, established relationship (married + reader is expecting), pregnancy, lots of pet names (love, pretty one, baby, sweetness, my beautiful wife), fingering, humping, cumming in pants (<- hinted), wc: 1.5k, not proofread, dividers by @/cafekitsune
what your fingers canât, your husbandâs will ;)
âStupid Satoruâ, with a shaky breath you mumble under your nose. âItâs all because of youâ", you whine to yourself.
Grabbing onto the sink in the bathroom with one hand to support yourself, you desperately try to make the other one work its way (and magic) between your legs, albeit ineffectively.
You canât properly reach down and take care of yourself now â courtesy of the swollen belly that your very husband brought upon you. No matter how much you bend and shift, your baby bump is still in the way. Your fingers alone prove unable to make it to the spots in you that are itching to be touched right now.
âStupid, idiot, bastardâ â
âI love you tooâ, a familiar voice reaches your ears â the words are spoken with a smile thatâs imbued itself in the timbre of it. âYou look beautifulâ
A sigh breaks past your lips. âIn distress? â Sureâ
Your husband â and the father of your unborn child, Gojo Satoru â stands tall at the bathroom entrance, looking at you with lovesick eyes, admiring your naked body with reverence. âIâm sorryâ, he breathes.
It is not an apology for being late though.
Times like this one are the raw example of the changes he had forced on your body.
There are certain things you can no longer do by yourself now that your bellyâs grown quite a bit, or you can â but at the cost of great discomfort, you must admit. Tying your shoelaces, reaching certain parts of your body when you shower that require you to bend down, or when you try to get off on your own â all those innocuous activities have suddenly become quite the challenge now with his baby growing inside you.
At times like this, you need him â and he is more than happy to help and serve you.
Truth be told, he bears a little bit of guilt for burdening you like this, but it is a guilt that he likes to let plague his conscienceâŠ
âŠbecause heâs completely enamored with this state of you â pregnant, swollen with his seed that is blooming in your womb like a flower, the you that is reliant on him to wash your feet, to rub your ankles, to paint your toenails, to fuck your depths your fingers canât reach â now those are the parts of your body only he has access to; not even you.
You need him, and he loves that.
Slowly rolling his sleeves up, he inches closer to you. âLet me take care of you, my loveâ
To him, you look so beautiful in your naked glory on display. Leaned against the sink with a hand between your thighs, your swollen breasts like two open hands awaiting to be grasped by him, your round belly sticking out towards him â the view alone makes his cock stiffen in a heartbeat. Fuck, he mouths the word. The pressure in his groin is festering, really fast.
You free your hand now, knowing that heâs here to take charge of things, and once before you he takes a hold of it and brings it to his lips. Starting from the knuckles he paints your fingers with tender kisses, licking the remnants of your slick on them. âYou shouldâve waited for meâ, he hums into your hand. âYou know I love joining you â donât keep this from meâ, he pouts a little.
âI know, butâŠâ, you knit your brows. âI donât want to be a burden to you like this, all the timeâ
Maybe, youâre just having another hormonal episode. Maybe itâs just that, you think, because Satoruâs never given you a reason to feel like you are weighing on him.
Eyes squinting, Satoru tilts his head in confusion. His hips push forward, causing the erection under his slacks to rub against your belly â on purpose, to prove a point. âDo I look burdened to you, pretty one?â
You chuckle. A-haâ point proven, you see. âThat looks like a huge burden if you ask meâ â your remark drags a short laugh out of him.
âMind if I share some of it with you then?â, he grins smugly.
âYou say some of it, but you really give all of it to meâ
âItâs âcause you take it so well, babyâ
You slap his chest â Ah, what a dickhead â and smile at him.
His lips charge towards you and peck you softly on the forehead. âYou are never a burden to meâ, he whispers against you before he slowly starts to drag his body down â on his knees, in front of you. Kissing every inch of you along the way â the tip of your nose, your lips, your chin, the length of your neck, your breasts, your beautiful belly... âSometimes I fear that I am the one burdening you â with my freakish desire of you, all the timeâ
âSo you admit to being a freakâ, you ruffle his hair softly as his cheek remains pressed against your baby bump. âYou flatter me too muchâ
âNo â I revere youâ, he gazes up at you, his lips longingly kissing the skin on your belly as he takes both of your hands into his and places them on his shoulders. âHere â hold on, and relax your thighsâ, his hands travel down between the plush of your legs and slide them open like theyâre curtains. Your nails dig into his clothed flesh, earning a low hiss from him.
âStay like this for me, love â stay open for me to reach youâ â soft pecks on the flesh that separates his lips from his unborn follow each word that seeps from his mouth, as if to ease you into his finger prodding at your slit along with his thumb rubbing tender circles on your sensitive clit. His other hand rested against the bottom of your belly.
âSatoruâ, you moan softly â but demandingly â at his touch. Clenching your cunt to try and suck him in â and you do, although not entirely. You force just about the tip of his finger into you. âI am readyâ
âŠand youâre impatient, he smiles.
His middle finger tardily inches into you, urging his cock to twitch under his pants at your warmth and at the wetness soaking into his skin. Fuck, he curses quietly under his breath â his hips involuntarily buck forward with need, his clothed bulge pressing itself on the lower of your limb; he is humping your leg like a dog.
Fuck, he must be a sorry sight for you right now â he thinks. And here you are, being groundlessly anxious about burdening him⊠With what exactly? Have you ever seen a dog burdened by its owner? Isnât it the other way around? â he ponders, while his finger sinks deeper into you.
âMore, âToruâŠâ, you whimper. âWant m-more..â
Grunting at the way your muscles contract around his finger, Satoru slides it in further â repeatedly reaching in as far as possible, curling and drawing back. âMore what, baby?â, he coos. âMore depthââ, he rams his finger in, causing you to jolt and squeeze your hands harder around his shoulders, mouth hung open, voiceless and unable to even gasp. âOr more fingers?â â he pulls away, only to push back two of them in.
You gasp, barely able to draw in a breath of air, thighs squeezing around his hand. His fingers are thick, and they are long. Two of them almost feel like a cock inside you.
âTell me, love â which one is it?â, innocently he asks, while his fingers maneuver inside you, not so innocently. A self-satisfied look on his face that you want to wipe off with the back of your hand, but all you can muster is a whimper of pleasure washing over you.
âOh? Is it both, baby?â, he continues coaxing you smugly. âIs this how you were trying to fuck yourself? Is that it, baby? Am I doing it right for you, sweetness?â
âFuck, S-satoruââ, you cry. Moving your hips in sync with his fingers, your round belly hits his face with each motion, clawing low grunts from his throat and desperate humps around your leg as he slides his throbbing bulge up and down on it. He was soaking his pants by now, but you were his sole focus. Heâd clean his mess later, with you in the shower â but still, by grinding on you like a dog he wanted to let you know the effect you were having on him.
âI am, baby â I am fucking youâ, he croons like a sweet addition to the squelching noises of your sopping pussy. âCum on my fingers, my love. My beautiful wife â cum on your husbandâs fingersâ, his glazed digits pumping harder, hammering into you fast and filling the bathroom with echoes of labored breathing and loud smacks of his hand against your soaked cunt.
âC-cumingâ â you manage to utter through rapid breaths, pussy pulsing and your walls grabbing more at his fingers as the wave of pleasure washes over you.
Your hands relax their grip and hug around his neck as you look at him with weary eyes, lips panting heavily still. âWhat a good girlâ, he speaks to you. âNow comeââ, his hand retreats from your folds, causing you to slightly flinch as he pulls away from your sore, sensitive cunt, âLet me clean you up, and maybe â burden you a littleâ
#àȘàȘ â ai writes#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#gojo satoru smut#gojo smut#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#gojo satoru x you#gojo x you#jjk x you#[ ⥠] â satoru#pregnancy freak!satoru
1K notes
·
View notes
Note
konig falls in love with his therapist and kidnaps her because he thought her compassion was her showing interest in him
how instead of breathing exorcises as a coping strategy heâs using therapist!reader as a fleshlight for a coping mechanism
You dared to say he has a problem with showing affection and committing to people in non-violent ways. He can be good at showing affection! Great, even! And he will show it to you once he is settled with the basement where he is going to keep you for the rest of your life. At least now you will have time for therapy sessions when he needs it - because you're literally going to be at his beck and call. And on his cock, too. You whimper something about him still having a chance at redemption if he just lets you go, that his coping mechanisms in the form of kidnapping people he cares about are not healthy and won't help him in the long run - but he doesn't fucking care, not when he can pepper kisses across your face and make you warm his cock with your pussy like any good specialist should. Fuck the boundaries and morality - Konig is convinced he can heal his social anxiety by banging his cute therapist. Surely, this is going to make him so much better as a human being. He is very good at breathing, exercises, and counting to ten when it involves plunging his cock deep into your warm pussy and making you milk him for all his worth. He is even better at listening to you when your words are muffled from his cock entering your mouth. If you really want to help him become a functional human being, you will have to adapt - and you will have to let him nuzzle in your chest and listen to his rambling about how much he fucking hated his parents and his old classmates. This man is a bundle of psychological curiosity, and you sort off feel like an explorer, trying to understand whatever the fuck is wrong with him. It's almost impossible to know, honestly - but you're trying to unwrap the layers of trauma settled in this man's head. While giving him head, yes. Konig keeps his pretty therapist chained to his bed and only ever lets you roam around when you're indulging in his mommy issues and domestic fantasies, creating a stable home environment that he never had as a kid. Playing his wife and a little bit of a caretaker, making sure he eats 3 meals per day, all of his snacks, and gets to fuck your pussy while you stroke his head and ask him how many people he killed on his last mission. It is fucked up - but it's a civil service in keeping this man in check.
2K notes
·
View notes