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Just so everyone knows 👀 I’m currently not writing anything!!! I’m literally just a girl and I have zero thoughts 🙃
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everything everything in manchester by nicholas o'donnell
#everything everything#e_e_#jonathan higgs#alex robertshaw#jeremy pritchard#mike spearman#brain is fresh out o juice so: we are posting images
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8.5k words for the viktor fic now... I wanted to reach 10k this week but I'm not gonna lie. I absolutely flew through those 8 thousand words in like. five days and now my brain is totally fried like a fish trying to keep writing... think I need to take a break until next week lol
#like u know when you're trying to keep writing and push through#but your brain literally feels like a worm baking under the sun#that's me right now#and I know once my brain is fresh I'll get over this block and be able to write again.... huuu#squeezed all the writing juice out of it#really trying to hurry up because I really only have two more weeks to finish this#and I really wanted to write other fics for ktober too lol.......#the strange places my brain takes me I stg
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whew adulted a lil too much today my silly deflated and there are no pre made smau drafts. im so mad bc i wanted to put one out today smh smh
#long day awaiting tomorrow#sighing until the ground crumbles#i have this bad habit of wanting to share works right after i make thsm#like fresh out the oven#so my ass can NAWT have pre made drafts#meaning no smau today#ugh inconsistent queen#i humbly apologise#i'll try to squeeze out my brain juice for the morrow#luv u luv u#𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬
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I was hoping to have Hallowboned fully drafted by the end of the month, but alas v_v I now have deadlined stuff (that I’m very excited to work on, but I like going in ORDER) I must put it aside to work on. I shall miss this particular variation of these morons 3:
#I should be able to stick to my Saturday upload schedule just fine#I'm ahead#Though I don't like that I can get any more ahead#IT'S FINE#EVERYTHING IS FINE#But I have two short pieces and the VW bang piece that NEED to get done#And I think a break might give me some nice fresh juice for the ending act#Because I know what I want to happen#But I don't want to rush it#OR draw it out#If that makes sense#ANYWAY for now it's too late to write#(I can't shut down my brain after a certain point)#SO BOOKCLUB TIME#Yadda yadda
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TOJI N MEGUMI’S SWEET GIRLFRIEND!!!
Cheating, breeding kink, forbidden relationship. Megumi is 20 n reader is a bit older, Brief Toji x reader. Not proofread
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Imagine Megumi walking around the house shirtless, exposing every inch of his skin from his hips up, His smooth skin glistening under the warn-toned light as he walked into the kitchen for a snack but then Toji spots the fresh series of red, angry lines scattered across his upper back. He’s not dumb, he’s a grown man in his early 40s, he’s basically an expert at that shit considering the fact that he has them too. He knows exactly what it is and what caused it.
He starts teasing Megumi about it, about how his boring, grumpy ass is actually getting some pussy—not knowing that the pussy he’s getting is his sweet little girlfriend’s while he’s away on missions, absolutely oblivious to what happens between his son and girlfriend while he’s not there. The harsh markings from your sharp manicured nails mauling his son’s toned back as he fucked your slutty brains out and digs his cock deep into your insides while giving you one of the best dicking of your life, right on top of you and Toji’s bed.
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જ⁀➴ The “pussy” he’s getting is from the same sweet girlfriend of his that wakes up at 5am sharp to make breakfast and see him off to his 3-day mission just to have his son’s throbbing hard dick nestled deep into your greedy cunt—stuffing you full to the brim while his tip nudges against the deepest part of your pussy just a few hours later.
Megumi was three years younger than you, never had a girlfriend before and you felt bad for the poor boy and was soo tired and annoyed of having to keep buying new panties since the old ones were used to wrap around his preverted cock to jerk off, staining it with his seed instead of doing you and his father’s laundry so you had to find a way to deal with it…
જ⁀➴ The “pussy” he’s getting is from the same sweet girlfriend he calls every evening while he's away to make sure you’re alright and if you’ve eaten dinner, not knowing that his son is eating dinner right now—behind you, on this knees as his rough hands spreads your soft cheeks apart, nose pressed deep into your creamy folds while he sucks on your twitching little clit with fervor and intensity, sending waves of pleasure radiating through your body.
Your juices drips down his chin disgustingly as he devours you like a homeless man eating his favorite meal for the first time in years, groaning vibrantly against your twitching core as he tastes your sweet pussy—desperately lapping up every bit of pussy juice he can suck out of you, making you audibly stutter but Toji doesn’t question it, maybe you’re just tired and miss him too much or something. You bit your lips, moving a hand down to push Megumi’s eager face further into your horny pussy as you teasingly wiggled your cheeks in his face. Your eyes roll back when you felt Megumi’s sly tongue dragging flat against your asshole, licking a long stripe at the fluttery hole before attempting to pry it open with the tip of his tongue, “Mmm, don’t worry baby I’m fine—just have a sore throat that’s all” you reassumed your older boyfriend on the other end, reasoning why you’re making odd noises.
જ⁀➴ The “pussy” he’s getting is from the same sweet girlfriend he calls Megumi for—to check up and make sure you’re safe and okay. After all, while Toji is away, Megumi is the man of the house, not knowing that you’re on your knees as they speak, both hands digging into his muscular legs for stability as he fucks his thick cock deep into your skull, his leaking tip oozing with pre-cum, dripping at the back of your throat as you look up at him with pleading eyes as your mascara mixed with tears drips down your pretty face while he just smiles down at you darkly—reassuring Toji that his girlfriend is well taken care of.
જ⁀➴ The “pussy” he’s getting is from the same sweet girlfriend who he promises to breed, babbling about how much he wants to give Megumi a sibling and watch your belly swell with his kid as he’s pounding you deep and hard in full Nelson, his huge tip nudging against your bruised cervix, brutally splitting apart your cunt while whispering into your ear. “Hah—fuckkk doll, your tight pussy is swallowing my dick so good, fuckk imagine if I fill you up and breed this pretty little pussy with my seed, How does that sound darling? Wanna give lonely Megumi a sibling to take care of?” He questions your fucked out self as he licks away the trail of salty tears lingering on your face. Not knowing that Megumi is just like him. Their minds are sooo alike. “Shitshitshit—such a good little horny slut, this pussy’s taking my cock sooo well baby. Whaddya say we make old man Toji a grandpa? Fuck he wouldn’t even have a clue it’s not his” he laughs into your ears as he licks your earlobe while drilling his swollen cock into your soppy cunt from behind, against the kitchen counter just 20 minutes before toji gets home.
જ⁀➴ The “pussy” he’s getting is from the same sweet girlfriend who gets her sweet cunt and tight asshole stuffed full with his son’s seed almost every other day. Megumi would brutally fucked your tight pussy against the bathroom sink while he’s taking a nap, your panties bearly hanging around the sides of your ankles as Megumi manhandles your body back onto his cock—forcing you to meet his thrust halfway as he pounds it into you, he's so girthy and big, definitely not as big as Toji’s but it’s definitely a lot more stiff and eager, his tip bullyingly grazes against your g-spot as you cried out, making him grunt before quickly slapping a hand over your mouth to shut you up. “Can’t a nasty whore shut the fuck up? Or do you want him to wake up and see you creaming on his son’s cock? Is that what you want? Such a cock-hungry little slut.”
જ⁀➴ The “pussy” he’s getting is from the same sweet girlfriend that he buys sexy lingerie for, to wear and model them for him and he finishes off the show by ripping them to shreds off of you and fucking you into a brainless whore—but like father, like son, Megumi does the exact same when he’s not there. It’s like they both think alike when it comes to certain things—that being sex. No wonder sometimes some of them tend to go “missing” leading him to buy you even more for his son Megumi to fuck you in. He loves seeing you all dolled up with your matching pink panties and bra. It makes both of them absolutely feral.
જ⁀➴ The “pussy” he’s getting is from the adoring girlfriend who he fucks absolutely stupid and good, to the point where your toes curled as your eyes roll back to your skull—a moaning mess as he forces out orgasms after orgasms out to you till the whole mattress is drenched and soaked with cum. The only (downside?) would be Megumi hearing everything from the next room, brows furred together has he angrily fist fuck his pulsating cock, imagining he was the one drilling deep into you instead. The next day he’d corner you while your sitting on the couch and manhandle your body so you’ll be face down and ass up—stuffing three thick, long fingers into your tight asshole, stretching it apart while he snakes his tongue deep into your hungry pussy—exploring your insides. Your asshole taking in his fingers with pure pleasure as you buckle your hips back onto his face, like a whore—eagered for more.
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#toji fushiguro#toji fushiguro x reader#toji fushiguru#toji jjk#toji smut#jjk toji#jujutsu kaisen toji#toji x reader#toji zenin#toji imagine#toji x female reader#megumi x female reader#megumi x reader#megumi smut#megumi imagine#jjk megumi#jujutsu kaisen megumi#megumi fushiguro#megumi x you#jjk imagines#megumi x y/n#toji x you
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feel like i dont know what i really want to draw anymore, im drawin stuff im proud of but im also rlly not feelin it either
#im just drawing to draw#where is my own inner hype man abt drawing where did xe go#where are my specific and fun ideas bursting out of my skull#maybe its the SAD. you know when you forget u experience that and thats why u feel shitty and ur passion tanks#sunny days come back to me i ndeed warmth and fresh air to get my brain juices alive#i guess my drawings as of late have. with a few exeptions i suppose#felt a little aimless#i used to be a messy detail freak of oh aslong as the drawing feels right it can be as crazy and messy as long as it feels good
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Simon wants to marry you.
This fact was as clear as rain on his mind. You were the love of his life, he was ready to settle down with you and grow old.
So Simon prepared everything for that special day, it was your fourth year anniversary and Simon wants to ask you the biggest question someone could ask and he hoped, maybe even prayed despite not believing in any higher deity, that you would say 'yes' to his proposal.
He has planned out the whole day, from the moment you woke to the moment you would close your eyes for the night again, everything was supposed to be perfect.
Simon brings you breakfast in bed, watching your smile brighten when you see the freshly pressed orange juice and the fresh buns, still warm from the bakery. "Happy Anniversary." He whispers before slipping back into bed behind you, pulling you between his legs and stealing some of the freshly cut Mango from your plate.
When breakfast is over, you two made a mess out of each other while trying to feed each other, he scoops you up and carries you into the bathroom, telling you to get ready and that he has a lot of plans for today which causes you to become perceptive. Immediately starting to question him about his plans, but he's still a trained soldier, he withstands your flow of questions.
Another plan of Simon for today was bringing you to a fair, the same one you two met four years ago.
Here he wanted to ask you to marry him, on top of the Ferris wheel where you two had been stuck together four years ago due to a technical issue with the electronic.
But after spending a few hours walking the fair ground, having to walk back to his car once to bring Lord Otto from Otterson, the plush Otter he won you at one of the stupid and usually very rigged fair games, to safety and out of the way. You make it to the Ferris wheel and Simon's face fell.
"Out of order..." He breathes and runs a hand through his short blonde hair, staring up at the still standing wheel and the dangling cable cars.
"Damn." You curse softly next to him and scratch your neck. "Well, maybe we can ride it another day, mhm?"
"Yeah, maybe. Well, we can't change anything now." He chuckles and squeezes the velvety box in his back pocket. Keeping it safe until you two would reach the next destination.
The small restaurant by the corner where you two lived was filled with loud voice, happy laughter, children running around, not that Simon minded, he knew you were a very outgoing person and enjoyed the social interactions from such evenings.
Simon had reserved a table a few weeks ago and the waiter brings you and him over, Simon shushing the poor man who just wants to help you sit.
He is your boyfriend, bloody hell, he can do something so simple as helping you get seated.
"I know it is our anniversary, Simon," You chuckle as you put down the glass of wine Simon has ordered for you and him, "But something feels different. I just don't know what. Special..."
"Four years is just a long time, love. Maybe your brain finally catches up with... wha-?" Simon wants to be cheesy with you before asking you the question of all questions when suddenly his feet feel wet and he looks down, seeing water come from the kitchen.
His second attempt of asking for your hand has been sabotaged by a broken water pipe.
Simon curses internally as he carries you back outside, not wanting to get your feet wet and cause you catching some flu.
Well, there is only the romantic walk through the nearby park which is empty around this time of the night, so you two can walk around the pond and watch the fireflies and swans before he can go down on one knee and finally ask.
But before he even get you through the sturdy iron gates that allowed entrance to the park, his phone rang, Prices' number on the screen and everything in Simon screams to ignore his Captain for the sake of your relationship and your future.
He apologizes and takes the call, listening to Price explaining that they've got information about a certain Russian Terrorist planning an attack and that they had to meet within the next hour.
"It's fine." You reassure him when he brings you back to your shared apartment, squeezing his hand with a gentle smile on your lips. "I had a lot of fun today with at my side. And saving the world is much more important. We can celebrate another time, Si."
"You're too forgiving." Simon replies and presses his chapped lips against your forehead. "But it's not fine. I had the whole day planned out. And the universe seems against me at all, bloody hell. All I wanted to do tonight was asking you to marry me. And everything I've tried blew. The Ferris Wheel, the restaurant, even the walk..."
You cut him off before he can talk himself into a frenzy by wrapping your arms around his neck, having to stand on your tiptoes and planting your lips on his.
"Yes." You grin when you pull back. "Yes, I will marry you, Simon Riley. I will marry you."
Maybe he should have simply asked you this morning during breakfast, might have saved him from getting another grey hair on his head. But sometimes the simple answer is hidden behind the complicated ideas.
#simon riley#simon ghost riley#simon riley x you#ghost x you#cod x gn!reader#cod mwii#cod mw2#simon riley x reader
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You and Simon had spent the better part of the morning indulging in the decadent breakfast you had prepared as the sun rose over the horizon.
He pleaded for you to stay in bed and not fuss about making him breakfast. He’d get you those bagels you loved from the shop down the road and some fresh cream cheese from the dairy to slap on top.
You leaned closer, placing a smack of a kiss on his cheek. “You deserve it, hon,” you smiled, slipping on your cozy slippers and one of Simon’s hoodies, happily making your way into the kitchen. He couldn’t help but sink into the mattress. How did he manage to find you? A divine blessing you were.
You thought you overdid it with all the food you made. Crepes, waffles, bacon, sausage, eggs, all to be washed down with some fresh-pressed juice from your orange trees—far too much for just the two of you. But Simon would be damned if he left even one piece of the crispy bacon uneaten.
“Good?” you asked with a smile, fiddling with a waffle on your plate as you watched Simon demolish his food.
“Damn good, baby. Got me such a pretty chef,” he muttered, biting some egg. You flashed him a smile, tipping your head towards him as you reached for the syrup, filling every hole on your waffle.
A comfortable silence fell over both of you. The occasional ‘clank’ of silverware and the soft hum of the heater kicking on were the only noises to be heard. The doorbell sharply rang, echoing off the walls of the hallway and bleeding into the kitchen.
You sat your fork down, easing your way up before Simon shooed you back down and placed your fork back in your hand. “Eat,” he mutters as he walks to the front door.
Simon swings open the front door to be met by the postman, who is staggering with excitement as he hands Simon a loose envelope. The postman tips his head slightly, viewing you inside, standing, and placing more bacon on Simon’s plate. Simon’s hoodie hit just below the curve of your ass, and as you moved, it shifted a little higher, giving him a view of your panties.
“I suggest you stop making looks at my wife, or I’ll do more than just kill that pretty pension check,” Simon says, ripping the envelope from the postman’s hand. The guy's eyes flick to Simon’s in record time, full of worry.
“I don’t know what—” he starts, his tone defensive.
“You think I’m an idiot?“ Simon stoically says, crossing his big arms over his chest. “Huh?”
“No—I, I,” The post guy stutters.
Simon raises a brow. “Can’t speak now?” The post guy says something incoherent, and Simon breathes impatiently.
“Use your fuckin’ words,” Simon hurriedly says.
“I—I you know what, I, I, I’m gonna go,” the post guy stammers, almost falling over the porch's front steps, flalling to his mail truck, but not before shouting, “The next shipping is on me.” You bet your ass it is.
Simon clenches his teeth as he closes the door, turning to see you standing behind him. “Baby, I think you scared him,” you laugh out. Simon reaches out, grasping your hand and pulling you closer. You yelp as Simon pulls you flush with his body, placing a kiss on the top of your head.
“Fuckin’ animal, that one,” he mutters into your hair.
Simon never really believed in coincidences. His brain was too methodical—calculated. It was something you learned from your long history together.
So, it was odd to hear him say to the police that it must have been a coincidence that the same day he gets into a scrabble with the postman, he goes missing and is then found dead in a lake with bruises covering his body.
It was definitely a coincidence.
a/n: your honor my client didn't commit that crime! just trust me!
#˚ʚ♡ɞ˚: rylea writes#shorty fic while i work on my long one!#call of duty#cod#cod x reader#fanfic#simon riley#simon ghost riley#ghost#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#cod x you#cod fanfic#simon riley imagine#simon riley cod#simon riley call of duty#simon ghost x reader#ghost simon riley#simon riley fanfic#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost riley#cod ghost#ghost x reader#ghost cod x reader#cod modern warfare#call of duty x reader#call of duty fanfic#call of duty fanfiction#call of duty ghost
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Don't forget to gain weight healthily.
Hi, I'm Dr. Feeder. I'm your fatness coach. Despite all the weight gain, it can't hurt to do something for your joints and legs they have to bear all your beautiful, sexy weight.
Omega-3 capsules, they are anti-inflammatory and good for your knees heart brain and joints.
Maybe do a little leg training so that the muscles take the strain off your bones and joints. The supreme discipline is squats. They not only strengthen your torso and legs, but also ensure that your huge booty stays round.
Exercise a little, a short walk is good for your whole body. It won't make you lose weight right away. Maybe you like to struggle with stairs a little bit. Or you can surprise your feeder at work or walk to the nearest snack bar Maybe you also want to make the neighbors or people in the pedestrian zone jealous.
Remember, the more you weigh, the harder your mattress has to be. So that you don't get back pain.
Don't forget to take salad or some sliced fruit and vegetables or some fresh-pressed fruit juice and your organs will thank you. Balance out all the sugar and fattening foods.
Drink water too. Not only soft drinks and your kidneys will thank you.
Don't gain too quickly. Listen to your body. The healthier you are, the fatter you can get. Make your journey as long as possible and yourself as fat as possible.
Give a f*ck on the opinion of creeps or the "you'll get chancer if you eat a cheeseburger" superdocters. Block them and focus on the nice dudes here.
Above all, have fun. 🔥🤗
#feeding kink#fat girls#fatty#fedeegirl#feedee belly#fat anime#fat belly#gaining fat#feedee feeder#fat piggy
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Yandere! Rich suitor idea
Hear me out-
The rich suitor that your parents have in mind for you to marry once you turn 30, the guy who's parents your parents are best friends and how they've been imagining their offspring getting married for decades! And how you absolutely can't stand your unofficial fiance!
Of course, he couldn't stand you either. All your lives grown up together with both your parents insinuating that you two will carry on their names. Each year you two would be sent off to some exotic vacation (your parents loosely supervising) and each year you both failed to hold a conversation without fighting. The pressure was always too much for you, you hated the idea of being tied down to some guy only your parents liked. And no matter how beautiful the boy was, he simply wasn't your type. He was too pretty, too spoiled, too prissy with his blonde hair tied in a ponytail and his stupid eyebrow piercing that made no sense considering his personality.
The guy you were supposed to marry felt the same, he couldn't understand what his parents saw in you. You were too wild, he couldn't imagine trying to carry on a family with how you barely even wanted to do school work. He didn't even consider ugly just so... Weird! With your weird, odd sense of fashion and refusal to think about your future , you were definitely not his type. You two hated each other.
Until the summer you two turned 21. The yearly vacation y'all took started off like any other. With both you dreading the sight of each other. But that changed very quickly once he saw you. This was the first year you two were alone, and maybe it was the fresh alcohol in your systems or the soft lights in whatever high class restaurant you were in, something clicked in your suitor's brain.
Turns out a year (or a couple) can really change the way you see someone. Whether he knew or not he started to admire the way you refused to comply with the strict set of rules set by the high class society you two lived in, and how you didn't care what anyone else thought of your peculiar way of self expression. It was admirable he had to admit.
And the night you two shared an accidental drunken kiss, it made the hair on his arms stand up, it made his face flush red(which he blamed on the liquor), and it made his heart pound in a way he never thought possible.
Every bone chilling reaction was forced out of him and it made his skin light on fire. After that night, he only wanted more to come out of your relationship.
But, the attraction was simply one sided.
You still only saw the same prissy boy. He still refused to look at things from more than one perspective, he still poked fun at your style of clothes, he still refused to say thank you to whatever person who was serving him!
He was everything you hated all wrapped up in one ball of a man.
And when he dropped the idea of getting married the next morning while you were still recovering from your hangover, you almost vomited.
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"Ew! What the fuck are you talking about?!" You yelled while almost dropping the mug you had in your hand. The guy was just insulting you yesterday like he always does and now he's talking about marriage?
"You act as though marrying me is the worst thing possible." Andrew sighed while sipping on a glass of orange juice. He looked out the nearby window onto the private beach of the resort while leaning on the nearby wall. It didn't show but your response clearly hurt him just a bit.
"'Cuz it is." You groaned in frustration while sitting down on the living room couch. The guy you hate proposing is definitely not helping with your pounding headache.
You took a sip out of the mug of coffee and tried to rub away the ache from your temples. Why now of all times to propose? You two had at least 5 more years of freedom before yours and his parents would put their foot down and set a date for you two to sign the wedding papers.
"I mean- why not now? Its be better sooner than later, it would be like ripping off a bandaid-"
"Hell no." You sighed and set down your mug on the coffee table next to you and dropped your head onto a pillow. How were you going to deal with this?
"Anyway," you paused trying to gather your words, "don't you hate me? Why would you want to tie the knot so soon? I mean, you're an attractive guy right? Why don't you try out other options before having to-"
"I don't want other options."
You lifted your head and stared at Andrew for a second. The pink dusting his fair cheeks and avoidance of eye contact was all you needed to know.
You looked away from his face and stared at the wall behind him. Your head hurts even more than when you had woken up.
"I'm leaving."
"What?"
"I said I'm leaving." You hauled yourself off the couch and into your room. You could hear Andrews faint footsteps and even more of his questions but ignored it. You packed your backpack, only the necessities and a small bag of seashells. You were getting on the next plane and heading back home. Or wherever you could land first.
You were not staying here. You refused to marry. Not yet at least.
But as you try and open the door to leave, a large hand slams it shut before you can completely open it.
"Andrew. What the hell are you doing."
"You are not leaving." Andrew says while placing his other hand against the door, caging you.
You never realized how muscular Andrew was before this moment.
"Yes, I am. Now let go of the door-"
"No." He says in a much firmer tone.
It dawns on you that you're on a private beach with no one to hear you yell for help. You see one of his hands leave the door and for a second you think he's come back to his senses and stopped whatever crazy shit he was thinking- but instead he snaked his hand around your waist and lays his forehead on your shoulder.
"You're not leaving."
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HEHEHEHE JUST A THOUGHT THOOO
Not proof read forgive me 😔
#yandere#oc x reader#oc#original content#yandere x y/n#yandere x you#orginal#yandere oc#yandere x reader#maybe more
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On honeymoon with geto..and while you’ve had sex before, it’s the first time you two do it unprotected. His face lights up when you tell him to do it without a condom and breeding kink goes BRRRRRRRR
a/n: “Newlyweds gojo and reader having sweet romantic nasty dirty disgusting shameless honeymoon sex PLEEK” combining requests since theyre the same premise! anons u two r the biggest brained mfers and bc u all voted so nicely and promptly this is my lil present :3
wc: about 1k+ for each drabble
warnings: SEPARATE drabbles, fem!reader, soft dom!geto that turns filthy at the mention of no condoms lol, unprotected sex, fingering, clit stimulation, creampie / breeding kink, sorta soft dom!gojo but not really established, almost public sex and multiple rounds for gojo, n*sfw under the cut
✶ GETO
the first breath of fresh air is already so pleasant and different from japan, but you’re distracted again by the shiny band upon your finger, staring at it with a small smile. you had your eyes glued on the sterling silver for the whole flight here, only breaking out of your daze when suguru approaches with your collected luggages, pressing a kiss to your temple. “shall we go?” you can’t help but mumble a soft ‘i love you’ before you peck his lips, the coldness of his matching ring on your skin reminding you of your newly forged bond.
geto makes sure you feel its coldness later on your thigh, hand holding down your legs firmly when he first inserts both fingers, cunt easily sucking him in right until you feel the chill of the wedding ring. he’s rewarded with your sweet moans, s’thick and s’good leaving your lips softly while he leaves your clit untouched. it’s throbbing, and yet he tortures you more when he removes his fingers.
“suguru!”
“what?” he grins, a sick grin as he starts to remove his pants and admires the way your pussy just asks for his dick. “want ya to cum on my cock.”
“yeah, but—” you huff, although you weren’t opposed, before you hear the familiar crinkle of the condom packet and you’re sitting up to hold his hands back. now, his what was truly confused, and you bit your lip, wondering if this was really the route you wanted to go down.
you’ve always loved sex with suguru; it was phenomenal always, except the feeling of the rubber in you. it was necessary, you knew, but now that you’re bound by vows and your endless love, you’d think that . .
“can we not use it today, sugu?”
geto didn’t think he heard you correctly, and he’s asked you to repeat it even when you’ve seized the packet and threw it to the side, a hand on his hardened cock that only responds to you — you swear you feel more pre-cum on your thumb when you say it for the third time.
“are you sure, baby?” geto asks softly, hovering over you with his large stature and it’s just like the first time you were intimate with each other. caring and gentle as he always is, “we don’t have to do away with it just cause we’re married now, (y/n).”
you give him a small reassuring smile. “i’m sure, suguru.”
and he proceeds to ask you for two more times before your legs are carried up. surprised, you watch as he drags his tip along your folds, eyes darkening when he watches his pre-cum mix with your juices. and now when he’s given permission to fuck you raw? he can hardly keep his heart rate down.
“hear that, baby?” geto moans, keeping his eyes locked in yours, making you hear just how wet you were and you nod, wanting to have his hand in yours. there’s a mixture of your moans when he first pushes in, with your pussy clenching around him. a loud whine leaves your throat as your hands interlock.
“s-su! feels so—!” you gasp when he bottoms out, a feeling entirely different from the usual — you swear you can feel his cockhead and the veins along his length, and geto knows the same. your gummy walls that hug him, your warmth.
“shiitt . . god, you feel so fuckin’ good—” he grunts out, leaning forward to capture your lips, sighing when he does a light thrust and the drag of your cunt is just too good and he already feels his high approaching. “just so perfect in this pussy— t-thank you, darling.”
geto swears he goes in and out of consciousness when his hips start to move, focused solely on your hand on his cheek and the squeeze of your hand in his, alongside those hooded, drunken eyes of yours and the whimpers leaving your mouth.
“suguru— s’big!” you pant against his lips and the squelch of your pussy is only amplified by how swiftly he rails into you, driven by the raw feeling of your cunt.
“y’can take it, can’t ya?” geto hums, pressing one last kiss against your lips and comes off of you, grabbing your legs and pushing. they’re right up to your chest and suguru reaches so deep, you squeal in surprise. “good girl, takin’ me so damn well.”
you let him use your body, now hanging onto the headboard of the hotel room as his hips move relentlessly into your dripping cunt. you can see your juices splay everywhere from how wet you were and the rough movement of his hips don’t help, “g’na cum, su—”
“that so?” he mumbles, and angles his hips to hit that spot and your head digs into the pillow. although, geto doesn’t like that, “c’mon baby, watch me as i breed you.”
you whine at his choice of words, opening your eyes to see your newly wedded husband look divine. his hair falls all over his face and his lips are parted in little pants, sweat lining his torso and face but his honeyed eyes only look at you.
the way geto’s hips drive into you is carnal, feeling your ass ripple with his thrust to the hilt and the sounds that leave his lips sound like heaven, a mix between whines and moans — “look at how much cum i have f’r you—”
and for the both of you it comes so quickly you don’t have time to prepare for the visions of white; you can feel as geto cums deep in you, feeling each spurt of cum fill you up and you think you’d never want to go back to condoms ever again. geto’s head is thrown back when he shoots his load, hips bucking so much as you cum at the same time, spasming on his cock that the room is full of your lewd sounds.
geto doesn’t look at you when he removes his cock silently, watching as his tip continues to push out globs of semen while your cunt is painted white. it’s clear he’s drunk on it, looking toward you finally with a small smile. the final clench your pussy does is the last straw for him, pushing out his cum that drips down to the sheets and he’s hard again.
“you don’t know what you just unlocked in me, baby,” geto laughs breathlessly, slapping his length along your folds with obscene noises, “but it’ll definitely end in me filling you up with s’much cum, yeah?”
you giggle, wiggling your hips until he’s in you again. hot breath against your ankle and a scrunch in his expression — your pussy’s just too good.
“yeah, i’d love that, sugu. give me all your cum.”
✶ GOJO
your happiness was unmatched running down the aisle, interrupted by the smooth sweep of gojo’s arms under your neck and knees in a princess carry, moving your body up and down like you just scored the final goal of a game — except you did. you’ve captured satoru’s heart and his fourth finger, smiling with glossy eyes as he leans in to kiss you. “you cryin’, baby?” the audacity to ask that when his nose is red too — you only shake your head, hearing the camera click and your relatives cheer.
that sweet sentiment is changed later after your wedding dinner when he hasn’t even got you past the front door until he has you against the wardrobe, dinner gown and panties swiped to the side and you desperately trying not to overturn the hotel kettle.
“can’t keep me from this pussy for long, baby.” gojo’s stamina is exceptional, you were made aware of this from the first time you got into bed with him, and you still weren’t exactly used to it. from here, you only wish to memorise the sight of gojo on his knees and the chill of his wedding ring on your thigh. “looked so delicious in this dress—”
“s-satoru, we haven’t even closed the door yet—!” he hums, skillfully using his free hand to do it and he continues his assault on your pussy. you have one leg propped up on the vanity table, leaking so much juices just from having his hand on your thigh.
it’s no different later that gojo presses kisses on your neck, making you watch yourself in the vanity mirror. your cunt’s already so used to his heavy, thick cock, and yet it still reaches so deep in you, kissing your cervix. there’s a ring of white around the base of his cock from how much he’s cummed in you, pussy gushing so much around his length that he has no problem moving in and out of you.
“look at how beautiful you are, sweets,” he whispers along your skin while you tighten around him, body lined up with yours while his hips continue to ram into you. you can’t even fathom what round exactly this is as his hands knead at your lower back, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes from just how good his cock was hitting your spots. a hand to your clit is enough to get you cumming for the nth time that night, tongue lolling out in the mirror. “you cryin’?”
you whine and nod softly, head dropping from the sudden soreness and exhaustion on a particular thrust, and your husband coos, “went too hard on you, did i?”
gojo places one more peck to your neck and slips out of you, making you choke on a moan as your entrance clenches around air and you’re off the ground like you were at the front of the church. he simply laughs at your fucked out form, knowing nevertheless you loved it when you’re asking him to hurry up. and so he brings you atop him, letting you move your hips until he’s in you and you’re whining into his neck.
“’toru . .”
“what is it, mrs. gojo?”
you stifle a laugh at that, lifting your body tiredly. even after being fucked for four rounds (he counted), you still look as lovely as you did as you first appeared at the start of the aisle, when you were crying your eyes out saying your vows, when you grinned during your first dance.
“jus’ tired baby, help me, pleasee?” the little pout you do is too cute not to resist that it gets his heart tightening up and his dick jumping.
“hang on, sweet girl, i got ya.” the first thrust up into you is euphoric, skin so sticky from the cum before that you’re sure there’s strings of white connecting your pelvis to his. the feeling of your clit brushing up against his pubes has you moaning into thin air and your hips move back on him to get more friction, “that alright?”
“mhm . .” you mumble, “s’good—”
gojo only lets out a little chuckle, letting you tangle your hands in his hair as he plants his feet down into the mattress and slams into your dripping cunt. he groans softly at the feel of your walls, still so warm and tight, muttering soft praises while your limp body moves along with his rough ministrations.
“oh— my g-god . .” you mewl out when he latches his lips onto your tits, sucking and swirling his tongue and your back arches in his arms; you simply can’t hold yourself up from the overstimulation, falling forward into his waiting arms. “s-sorry, ’toru.”
“what’re you apologisin’ for?” gojo swear when he feels you clamp down, cock twitching and you both know he’s about to cum, “my pretty girl doesn’t need to be saying sorry . . fuck—”
satoru’s his lips meet yours messily and his thrusts turn weak and sloppy while he ruts mindlessly into you with the lewd pap! pap! pap! sounds of his balls against your ass. he’s primal with his hips, with muffled moans onto your lips. there’s drool dripping from the corners of your mouths as he spills into you shamelessly, so much cum spilling from your connected bodies that you reach your climax too, body trembling from the intense feeling.
“’toru—! s-so much cum, haah . .” it’s so hot, entirely sure your womb is full of his previous loads, your mixed juices coating his still hard dick and you might just tap out, but when you feel his cum dribble out of you and down his cock, you’re already wishing for more. you merely reach for the cup of water and gulp down a large amount and your lover only watches you, amused.
“n-need more, satoru . .” you whisper, sitting up and trailing a hand down his body, making sure he can see the shimmer of the expensive ring he bought for you — it wouldn’t rust, either, he told you. eyes fluttering close, you remove yourself from him completely and lie back on the king-sized he insisted on booking, and spread your folds to show him just how needy your cunt still was.
there’s a small moan that escapes gojo’s mouth when you do that, already hovering over you with his heavy cock resting along your pussy, “give me more, baby.”
“oh, when my good girl asks so nicely,” satoru slyly grins, swallowing your whines with a sloppy kiss, “’course i have to give it to her.”
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Aggravating
Dad Bod!Miguel x Spider-Woman!Reader
TW/CW: Smut. Smut in general. NSFW, PIV sex, office sex, teeth, hints at venom useage, a bit of pining(?) feelings! Body hair! Soft tummy Miguel! Dom(ish)!Miguel, a bit of bullying
MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME
A/N: Blame @cupcakeinat0r for this. I really needed the distraction and our conversation is helping me a bit getting the creative among other things juices flowing!
Taglist: @tojishugetiddies
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You had been... less than covert about the way you ogled your boss. On one hand, your Spidey mask was useful for hiding your eyes and face away from somebody's view; on the other hand, Miguel just somehow knew you were staring at him.
And... yeah. At first you were crushing on him, a young, single fresh-faced Spidey welcomed into a bigger picture suddenly comes face to face with the body of a Greek god. He swooped in to save you from a variant of Kraven before he could make a possibly fatal swipe.
After that, he admitted that he'd had an eye on you, such a promising candidate who just needed the right amount of guidance.
(The fact he has that gorgeous jawline and cheekbones that could cut glass plus those jaw-dropping eyes of his certainly helped you make your decision too.)
But you had been too much of a wimp to ever fess up, instead settling for pining in silence, throwing the occasional stare his way at his perfectly globed ass. (Seriously, did he purposefully design his suit to accentuate his ass or what?)
But the plain, flat-out ogling didn't begin until he began to gain more weight. Realizing his stress didn't have to be solely on his own shoulders, Miguel began to relax. He began to eat more, sleep more. Or, well, as much as a normal person should be eating and sleeping. You surmised he was likely dehydrated a lot, too...
Because once he picked up a steady diet (of what you didn't know, maybe he was a secret chef in the kitchen in addition to having the multiverse's greatest brain?) he began to look... healthier.
He gained weight, his formerly slim and perfectly cut abs and waistline began to fatten out, gain a delicious softness you wished to just lay your head over, or perhaps snuggle and squeeze.
Peter B made a joke to Miguel about comparing "dad bods" and god, when Miguel indulged him (mostly just to get him to leave him alone) he used his tech to have the top half of his suit vanish in rainbowy spiderweb-like patterns until he was naked from the waist up.
And... fuck. Your legs went weak at the sight of him.
Dark wisps of hair across his chest, spreading down his soft, plush-looking midsection to disappear beneath the waistline of his pants.
Even with that soft belly, Miguel looked built like a shitbrick house. Peter B had pouted, knowing he'd lost his little game before sauntering away, bragging about something along the lines of "well at least I have the prettiest baby mama in the whole multiverse!". Good for him, you had thought.
But very quickly as your eyes greedily raked up his frame, you realized he had been staring right back at you.
You very quickly rattled off some excuse and dropped off your report on your most recent mission, yanked your mask back down your face and scurried out of there.
Though you'd be lying if you didn't immediately shove your hand down your pants once you got home, playing with yourself at the mere thought of being pressed up against Miguel's soft-yet-imposing frame; feeling his dick (oh you just knew he was packing a monster, down there) stuff you full and stretch you out, the coarse dark haira brushing your clit with every slam of his hips.
You went to sleep thinking this was merely some kind of office crush, trying to force down the thoughts you had of your boss.
Little did you know, he often stole his own glances at you.
He needed to find a way to solve your little problems, soon.
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"This is what you wanted, isn't it, princesa?" Miguel grunted, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass sinfully loud in his dark office.
Your body was perfectly illuminated by the dim orange lights on his monitors; every curve, dip and deliciously squeezable part of your jiggling ass as he fucked you.
The sounds your pussy made as you swallowed him deep were the most lewd you ever could have imagined yourself making, especially the little sounds coming from those pretty lips of yours.
Your suit has been torn right between your legs, freeing your soaked, swollen folds to his lascivious gaze before he had crammed two heavy fingers into your needy cunt.
Your tits squished against his desktop, and a whimper comes from you when he settles over you, the weight of his body pressing tighter down around you.
You could feel the soft flesh of his belly mold around your back, almost like a hug. Almost like how he had your head trapped in a headlock as he bullied his cock into you and stuffed you full of him.
Your brain was so set on your one-track focus of how good it felt to just have him fuck you, to use you, that you barely registered a word he said.
Having his warmth surround you and fill you had effectively rendered you dumb.
You choked slightly when you heard him hiss in your ear, his sharp fangs grazing the soft skin; he squeezed his arm a bit around your neck and that's what knocked you back into reality.
You were here. In his office, bent over and having your guts reorganized by a man you had been pining for for months.
The pent up sexual tension had finally exploded when he confessed his own interest in you, and he met you halfway with a kiss that was all tongue and need; loud and messy.
Like how he was bullying his cock into your tight little hole.
"My dick that good, bebé?" He panted, leaning back away from you to grip your hips in his meaty palms, squeezing your soft flesh as he stared, almost mesmerized at the creamy ring at the base of his cock as it disappeared into your dripping wet pussy.
Already on the floor between you was a small puddle of your slick.
"So good that I fucked you stupid after just a couple thrusts?" He said, his voice gravelly as he tried to keep it even, to betray the fact he wanted to just rut into you like a mad animal.
All you could do in reply was whine, a breathy sound that was almost a squeak as you mourned the loss of his soft body surrounding you.
The sound of him relentlessly fucking you cunt was abruptly halted and he let out a shaky breath, staring down at you. "I swear... did I nick you with my fangs? Shit... Maybe we should stop--"
"N-no!" You moaned out, desperately trying to roll yourself back against him in his grip. "Please, don't! I just--I just need more!"
Miguel grinned as you flattened your hands on the table, desperately trying to fuck yourself onto his cock but getting nowhere.
"Ahhh there's my good girl. Doing so good f'me." He purred, leaning back over you once again, his arms caging around you, encasing you in his wonderfully soft warmth, the hair on his body tickling your skin.
His lips traced the shell of your ear, his hot breath ghosting over your sweaty skin;
"Wanna watch you take my cock all day. Gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight for a month--"
You made a long, loud mewl as he snapped his hips in suddenly, bottoming out so hard you felt him smash into your cervix; almost making you pass out from the force of it alone.
"This is what you wanted, sweetheart. Jus' giving it all t'you." He groaned, his eyes rolling back into his skull as he began relentlessly pounding into you once again.
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Day 16 : A Little Friction
Ft. Natty
Kink : Intercrural Sex
Natty places one hand on your thigh. “I’m ready,” she tells you. The beautiful Thai girl stands in front of you in all of her nude glory. The bare body shines in the light, her curves becoming illuminated by the flash of your camera.
“Definitely making that my lockscreen,” you joke. You then put your phone on the sofa. Once the mobile device is placed face-down, you stand up. Placing one foot in front of the other while approaching Natty, you crack your knuckles to relieve the tension and prepare your hands for a round of wandering.
She stares you down like a prey observing the approaching predator. “What do you want with me?” Natty asks playfully. She puts one hand out and it is met with one of yours. As your fingers interlock with hers, Natty prepares for the inevitable by turning around to place her backside in the direction of your bulge.
You rub your cock on Natty’s ass and smile. “You’re not afraid of anyone seeing?” The question hangs before she snatches it out of the air and replies.
“I have been watched before.” She puts her arms down, resting them on either side of her body. “That party is still fresh on my mind.” Natty giggles and looks down to see your hands go for her chest.
“Never gets old, does it?” you ask her. When Natty moans, you take that as a response. Your hands caress her chest, getting an excellent feel of her tan mounds. “I have every single curve of your body memorized.” You kiss Natty’s cheek and bring two fingers to the girl’s nipples before pulling them gently.
Natty whimpers as her nipples are played with. “Have mercy,” she begs. The sensual tone in her voice indicates that she wants more. Only she can tell just how much more she wants. Her juices begin to drip from her pussy as your fingers move away from her nipples and her breasts are cupped.
You look over her shoulder, taking a peek at her chest. Her body has always looked amazing to you, but it looks exceptionally wonderful today. Your cock rubs against her asscheeks as you get closer to her. Now that there’s minimal room between your body and Natty’s, one of your hands goes down her body.
She feels chills down her spine. Natty happily accepts the movement of your hands, especially since one is inching down her body. “I dare you,” she says. Her train of thought is interrupted by your hand sliding between the lower lips. Once the first two fingers on your left hand slide between Natty’s folds without penetrating, she releases a moan from her parted lips. Natty has never been more prepared for your cock than she is right now.
You think about how you and Natty got into this position. As your fingers contemplate entry, you remember how things went earlier today. You witnessed Natty strip in front of you to reveal her body. At this point, you were still fully clothed.
The wandering mind nourishes your erection. You remember how she sensually bit her lip and covered her tits with one forearm. Her other hand went down to her pussy and covered it, making her assume a position similar to a Renaissance painting. The image is still very fresh in your mind.
Natty’s body, both in your memory and in the material world, awaits your touches. Your brain feeds you images of everything that happened earlier. After she uncovered her body, you remember her getting on her knees for you. The memory of the kneeling girl causes your cock to throb against her ass.
While you continue to stimulate yourself with your mind’s own version of a flashback, you feel your cock being grabbed. This reminds you of the moment when she tugged on the zipper of your jeans. Her hands worked quickly to remove your jeans before removing your underwear.
You recall just what she said to you in the heat of the moment. “No entry for you today,” she said, seemingly teasing you. “Today’s all about trying new things. I’ve never had it between my legs before.” With that, the Natty in your memory goes silent once more to toss your jeans and underwear aside.
The flashback continues as Natty stands up. She, as far as you can remember, stood up and leaned over. While her tits were swinging in your face, Natty placed one hand on your lap and another hand on your shoulder. The girl then moved her hand to the lower hem of your shirt and told you to raise your arms.
You raised your arms just as you were asked. Once your hands were lifted above your head, your shirt was removed from your body. You watched the shirt get thrown onto the stack of clothes, along with your jeans and underwear.
Natty then placed your pile of clothes next to her pile of clothes. When she came back over to you, she looked into your eyes. “Gonna take a picture?” she asked you. Natty then playfully posed and stood in the center of the room, assuming a relaxed stance similar to how a model for a painting would stand.
A tug on your shaft pulls you from your thoughts. “Ready?” Natty asks you. She slips your cock between her tan thighs and smirks. “I’ve been anticipating this moment. Be patient with me because I’ve never done this before.”
You smile as she’s successfully snapped you back to reality. “Sorry, I was daydreaming.” You laugh and move your hand to her clit as your other forearm goes under her breasts to support them. Once Natty gets going, you softly moan in the ear of your partner. “This already feels pretty good.”
Natty looks down to see your tip peeking through her thighs. “I’m glad you think so.” She touches two fingers to her vagina, moaning as she smears the juices and collects them on her fingers. After collecting her juices, Natty loosens the grip that her thighs have on your shaft. She smears the juices on your cock and then guides it up to her pussy to lube it up more.
“Fuck,” you moan. “You always know how to get me going.” You feel the slightly sticky substance coat your cock as it is then placed back between her thighs. Once Natty puts the rod between her legs again, you feel the soft but meaty thighs embrace it. You kiss her neck and caress her body. “Go on. Try it out.”
Natty smiles and smushes her thighs against your shaft. “Is it already throbbing from being covered in my juices?” She teases you by pressing her thighs together again. This time she keeps the grip and slowly moves back and forth.
You bring one hand back to her chest. “Let me,” you tell her. When Natty slows down, she eventually comes to a stop. You then fondle a breast with one hand and use your other to stimulate her clit. “You’re so damn wet,” you moan in Natty’s ear as you begin to thrust between her smooth thighs.
She looks down to see your tip poking out from between her thighs. Natty watches your thrusts, carefully monitoring the slow movements to see how she feels about them. The girl feels your hips bucking against her each time they come forward.
Natty smiles, satisfied with the feeling of a thighjob. She stays still, unsure of how to continue other than keeping her pussy wet and keeping her thighs together. Natty gently rubs her thighs against your lubed cock, creating a little bit of friction with every single one of your deliberate thrusts.
You speed up, changing it up for your sake and hers. You fight back against her playful advances, pushing between her grinding thighs. Once you begin to throb, you come to a stop between her thighs.
She realizes that you want to trade control. “I’m down for that,” she moans. As you play with Natty’s clit, she rubs her thighs against your shaft. She then feels you grab her hands, a sensation that makes the girl stop. Natty has one of her hands guided to her chest and the other guided to her clit.
Now that both of her hands are keeping her occupied, you use this chance to overwhelm her. You take control once more and thrust between Natty’s thighs as she fondles her breasts and plays with her pussy.
Natty screams in ecstasy as you fuck her thighs. “FUCK ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT!” she yells, getting overstimulated by the combination of your hands, her hands, and your cock. Natty then feels two of your fingers sliding into her soaked pussy. The fingers being pushed between her pussy lips makes the juices drip past your hands, creating a small puddle of her own nectar beneath her.
You accept her challenge and speed up. As the speed increases, your intensity does as well. You take advantage of Natty, continuing to use her overwhelmed body. You fuck her thighs hard and fast, quickly pounding between the gap in her thighs. Your cock throbs from being stuffed between the meaty portion of her legs.
She feels your fingers push deeper into her pussy. The sensations all over her body prove to be too much for her. Natty clamps around your fingers, holding them tightly inside of her pussy as she gets to the brink of her orgasm.
You know the signs all too well. Despite knowing that she’s about to orgasm, you continue to finger her slightly faster. You then slow down and withdraw your fingers from her slit and keep pounding her thighs to see just how much it takes to push this girl over the edge and into the world of ecstasy.
Your answer comes rather quickly. Natty closes her eyes and bites her lips to prevent herself from screaming again. She shakes as her orgasm takes over. The juices spray from her body, soaking your hand and hers. Natty fondles her breasts with one hand and then looks down as she continues to spray juices all over your hand and the floor, creating a mess for her to clean up later.
Natty keeps it coming as you slap her pussy. When your fingers smack her lower lips, the juices splatter even more. She looks past her tits to see your tip peeking out from her thighs even more frequently. “Fuck yes,” Natty moans. The girl attempts to catch her breath as her orgasm winds down, but your hand rubbing her pussy lips makes it hard for her to come down from her sexual high.
You bring your soaked fingers up to Natty’s mouth. Without even saying a single word to her, you see that she understands what you want her to do. As Natty sucks her juices from your fingers, your cock frantically twitches between her legs.
She smiles as you remove your fingers from her mouth. “That feels so good,” Natty says, moaning as your fingers touch her pussy once more. She looks down to see your tip continuously peeking out from between her legs again. Natty feels more aroused as she watches you fuck her thighs with deep thrusts.
Natty looks back at you and kisses you deeply as you fuck her thighs harder. Her thighs rub against your length while her tongue slides into your mouth. She moans as your lips pull away from hers. “Paint me,” she begs. “Cover my tan thighs in your cum.”
She scrubs her juicy thighs against your shaft as you fuck them harder than before. Determined to make you blast, Natty tries every single thing that she can think of. She then brings her grinding thighs to a stop and backs her ass up against you. One of her hands reaches down to play with your tip.
The feeling of your tip being played with by Natty’s hand only adds to the pleasure for you. You release a soft moan as she cups her hand over your tip, apparently wanting to catch all of your cum in her palm.
You smile and feel that you can’t hold on any longer. With a satisfied groan, you release your seed onto Natty’s hand. You keep thrusting after releasing the initial spurt. As the ropes of sperm continue to be shot out, you watch Natty raise her hand to her mouth to taste the first bit of the load.
Natty feels your cock twitching between her thighs as you keep cumming. The subsequent thrusts excite her even more and she enjoys the taste of your cum. She then brings her hand back down to her thighs to smear the load.
After you finish your orgasm, you withdraw your cock from her thighs. You then rub it on her ass to clean it a little by smearing the last bit of love nectar on her asscheeks. “Good girl,” you tell Natty as you look back over at your clothes. You begin to walk over to the pile of clothes but Natty stops you.
“Not yet,” she tells you. Natty goes over to her stack of clothes and smiles. “They need to be washed anyway.” She then grabs her panties and walks over to the mess on the floor. Natty cleans it with her panties, using the underwear to clean your seed off of the floor. She then turns to face you and smirks. “Wanna watch me stuff them in?”
You chuckle and kiss her neck as she stands back up. “I would love to,” you tell her. “Why don’t you do that and then suck me dry?” You then go back over to the furniture and assume a seated position. While Natty shows you the panties, you wait patiently for her to stuff them in. You watch her insert them into her pussy slowly and think about just how hungry this girl could possibly be.
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Unexpected Intervention
Bully!Miguel x Reader
tw: dirty talking, semi-public sex, fingering, p in v smut, enemies to lovers if you squint, mean miguel o’hara, soft miguel o’hara at the end
(author note: first off, this is my first miguel fic after a few weeks of being down bad for this man, second, this is PURE FILTHY SMUT. nothing hardcore and more focused on reader’s pov if anything tbh, but maybe it’s just me projecting. anyhow, enjoy.)
(smut under the cut)
It was supposed to be just a small break.
You were simply tired and wanted to take a breather from all of your classes. So, as any rational student would, you skipped fourth period to go up to the rooftop, hoping that some fresh air would help boost your mood.
Unfortunately for you, Miguel O’Hara, the bane of yours and pretty much everyone else’s existence, was also there, smoking weed on a Tuesday afternoon. He was the stereotypical mean jock that picks on others with a hot body to die for, the kind that makes people both want and fear. In other words, a hot bully.
And that’s how you find your skirt hiked up to your stomach, back pressed against his chiseled body as his two thick fingers pump in and out of your abused cunt. This has to be at least the 4th orgasm that he had pulled out of you, and just from his mere fingers alone. His lips were pressed against your ear, his other hand fondling your tits as he whispers the vilest of words that make you whimper.
“Needy slut, eh? So desperate for attention that you need to wear that tiny skirt everywhere you go, hm? Need the whole world to fuck your pussy out before you’re satisfied, isn’t that right?”
You could only respond in loud and desperate moans, body bouncing up and down on his fingers as your arm clings behind his neck, brain too fucked out to come up with anything actually cohesive. Your juices have covered his entire hand white by now, legs spread wide as the man you swore you despise with your entire being hitting that gummy spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back over and over again.
It took so many illegible pleas and mind-blowing orgasms for him to actually unzip his pants, ripping your skirt off and filling you up to the brim with his girthy cock after pressing you flat onto the dirty floor. Hell, you were pretty sure the door to the rooftop wasn’t locked, and that anyone could walk in any moment now, yet that didn’t stop him from fucking your senses out like a madman. His grip on your hips was so tight that you were sure there would be bruises afterward, but the thought only made the lewd noises that escaped your lips louder.
This is it, you decided; Miguel O’Hara has ruined your experience with any other man from now on, as you were sure no other can ever fill you up as good as he does. You made sure to memorize each and every vein of his cock, taking note of how thick and warm his dick felt around your walls as you took him in as the good girl you were; his words, not yours, and tucking it in the deep corner of your brain for safekeeping.
You both were there until half an hour after fourth period ended, panting and out of breath from the intense sex that left you completely brain fucked. Miguel takes in your form, inspecting how your pretty eyes glaze over with so much bliss and with drool rolling down the corner of your mouth. All because of him, the person who has been bothering you ever since the beginning of time, the one you had cursed out so many times that landed you in enough after-school detention to last at least half the school year. He chuckled at that, chest swelling with pride as he picked up your helpless form in his arms, pulling your panties up and covering your lower half with his jacket like the gentleman he was. You nuzzled your head into his chest, which earned you a huff from Miguel, who then leaned down to you while halfway through the door.
“Why don’t we finish this at my place, muñeca? Gotta make up for your ruined skirt, after all.”
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ik you probs have so many asks about first crush but you write so well and i love the story.
imagine a kid at school notices Abby never is picked up by her dad so they ask her about it but it makes abby sad and she doesn’t want to go to school anymore. i mean like crying about it. eventually reader and bucky find out why she’s so fussy as of late and then bucky picks her up from school the next day and she has the biggest smile on her face and almost trips running into his arms
ty if you write it and even if you don’t :))))
Thank you so much for this "Ask"! I switched it a little to make Abby get bullied by the kid in her class and she's very upset. Our poor baby.
At daycare today, they are making Father's Day crafts. Abby understands that her Daddy is in heaven and not with her anymore, but she still enjoys doing the crafts and still wants to participate and the teachers whole-heartedly support that.
The little boy sitting beside Abby snatches a blue crayon out of her hand. "Hey! You can'ts do that."
"I need it for my card."
"Buts I needs it too. I not finish," Abby frowns.
Sneering at her, "You don't need it. You don't even have a Daddy."
She gasps & leans away from the boy, "I do has a Daddy!"
"No you don't. He doesn't pick you up."
"You are mean. Just cos he no pick me ups, it not mean I don't has one."
The little girl sitting on the other side of the table chimes in, "He NEVER picks her up. It's only her Mommy."
"My Daddy is in heaven. He cannot picks me up."
The kids laugh, "He ran away to heaven to get away from you. He don't love you."
"He loves me!" Abby stands with her clenched fists propped on her hips, tears tracking down her cheeks. "Don't say that. That's bad."
"Daddies don't leave if they love you," the boy taunts her. Abby starts to sob. "He doesn't love you because you're stupid! And stinky!"
Abby pulls back her fist & punches the little boy in the head. Her aim was off, never having punched anyone before, but her second & third punch lands on target. The other kids start screaming and crying, and the teachers have to break the toddlers apart.
******
You get a call from the daycare asking you to come down & pick Abby up. You leave immediately all the while in a panic. Ms. Grace said Abby attacked a boy. That does not sound like Abby. Something terrible must have happened. Sitting on the Metro, terrible thoughts run through your brain.
You finally get to the daycare and you see Abby sitting by herself at her desk, the rest of the class outside playing. Her eyes are red & puffy and her face is blotchy from crying. "Abigail? Ms. Grace?" Abby looks up at the sound of your voice and starts to cry. It's not they type of crying you're used to. It breaks your heart. Its not a tantrum. Its not her being fussy. "Baby?"
You gather her up in your arms and she starts to settle, sticking her thumb in her mouth. Turning to her teacher, "I'm sorry to have to call you in like this, but we do not condone this type of behavior. No matter what the reason."
"I understand that, but what happened? You said Abigail hit a little boy. She would never do that. This is completely out of character for her. Something happened."
"Comments were made about Abby not having a father. We don't condone bullying either. The boy and his parents have been spoken to as well. We think its best that they both be sent home for the rest of the day. They are welcomed back tomorrow, but for today, it's best that you take her home." Tilting her head to catch Abby's attention, "I hope you feel better & we can start fresh tomorrow, Abby."
"Tank you, Ms Grace" she mumbles around her thumb.
******
Its a quiet walk home. Abby hasn't said a word, just rested her head on your shoulder. You change her out of school clothes & wash her face. All the while your baby is silent which is not like your daughter at all.
you grab some juice and a bowl of grapes & sit her in her booster seat at the table. She quietly eats her snack & you brush her hair off her forehead. "You want to tell me what happened at school?" Abby shakes her head & chews on her grape. "Ms. Grace said you punched a boy. That is very very bad, Abigail. You know that."
Abby puts down the grape she was eating & large tears spill down her cheeks, "Is dat why Daddy leave me? Cos, I'm a bad girl?"
You feel sucker punched to the gut. All the air feels like it left your body. Softly, "What?"
"Justin say..." her lips pucker into a frown and she covers her eyes with her hands & cries. "Daddy don't love me, so he ran away to heaven."
If you could punt that little motherfucker into traffic, you would! You wish Abby punched him harder!
You snatch Abby out of her booster and hug her to you. "That is an absolute lie! That's the biggest lie in the whole world. Your Daddy loved you so much." Her little body wracked with sobs. Ooooh, if you could get you hands on Justin & his parents, you'd annihilate all of them! You rub little circles on her back to calm her down & yourself down as well. You're filled with rage. "You know what? Punching people is never good, but I understand now. Justin said some very mean & hurtful things and you didn't know what to do. We need to work harder to make the right choices when we get upset, ok? But I understand and Mama isn't mad at you."
"I loves you, Mama."
"And I love you, my baby. So so much."
*******
After not responding to a bunch of text & missed calls from Bucky, he shows up at the apartment to check up on you both. You just put Abby down for her nap, when he finds you a crying mess and does his best to console you, but again its hard to calm someone down when you're filled with rage as well.
Abby was happy to see Bucky there when she woke up. She was extra snuggly with the both of you. Instead of a dance party after dinner, the 3 of your curled up together on the couch watching "The Secret Life of Pets." The Kevin Hart bunny always makes Abby giggle.
Bucky offers to watch Abby while you took a shower before bed. Abby sits next to Bucky but curled around his arm. Her favorite spot to be. "You had a rough day today." Bucky rubs small circles on her back copying what you do to Abby to settle her.
Pulling her thumb out of her mouth, "It was no good."
Sighing, "Yeah, rough days are no good."
"Bucky?"
"Yes?"
"You know what Justin say?" sitting up to face him.
"No, what did he say?"
"That my Daddy leave to heaven cos he don't love me & I'm stinky & stupid." Abby's lip quivers & Bucky quickly starts sniffing her & tickling her to make her giggle.
"You don't smell stinky! You smell like flowers."
"Oh! Das cos Mama put pretty spray on me," smiling up at Bucky.
"And you are the smartest girl I know."
"My mama is smart."
"But she's a grown up. You're still the smartest girl I know. And let me tell you something, I don't know your Daddy, but I know for a fact that he loved you so much. You are also the most lovable girl I know, too. He'd never run away from you. Never ever. He would fight tooth & nail to stay with you if he could."
"Yea?" Bucky nods. She thinks about it for a bit. "Tank you." She's silent for a while longer. "What he said," she places her hand on her chest, "hurt me in my heart."
Bucky wraps his arm around Abby pulling her closer, "I know, I'm sorry, baby."
"But you know what?"
Bucky lets out a chuckle, "What?"
Abby looks behind her for her Mama, "I punched-ed him."
Bucky looks at her shocked, "No!"
"I dids. I missed the first time & only hit him in his head." She touches her forehead, "But I hit him 2 more time," holding up 2 fingers, "in his mouth." Bucky doesn't know what to say. He wants to laugh but he knows he shouldn't. He shouldn't cheer her on, but he wants to.
He ends up laughing, "Abigail Rose!" Abby joins in with her cackle. Bucky pulls her close & kisses her forehead, "That's my girl."
******
The next morning, Abby doesn't want to go back to daycare. "Abby, you need to go back. Ms. Grace is hoping to see you, remember?"
"Please Mama, let me stays with yous."
"I'm sorry, baby, no. I have to go to work and you have to go to school." You pick her up and she starts to cry. You make it out to your stoop to find Bucky and Steve all suited up. Bucky who normally wears long sleeves and gloves in public is wearing a black T-shirt, showing off his arm. Steve has his shield strapped to his back "Seriously!?"
"Bucky! Uncle Steve!" She wiggles so you let her down and she runs to them. "What doing?"
"Hey, Abs! Thought we'd walk you to school today."
"And I want to see who this Justin punk is."
"Bucccky." You give him a warning tone.
Bucky picks Abby up and she asks, "Punk? What is punk?"
"Punk. You know, like someone who is no good. Like your Uncle."
She gasps and covers his mouth with her hands, "My Uncle not punk! Don't say that."
"Thank you, Abs!" She smiles at Steve. "Maybe Bucky and I can be put on the list so we can pick you up from daycare sometimes."
"Mama! Uncle Steve wants to be on pick up list. He says so!"
Rolling your your eyes, "Well, if he says so."
"C'mon, Doll. Since her Daddy isn't able to, she got an Avenger and Ex-Hydra Assassin who can."
They get to the playground and all eyes are on them. Two Avengers just walked in. Bucky hands Abby over to Steve. "So, who is this Justin kid?" Bucky is giving his Winter Soldier glare.
"O'er dere by the slide. He had the big forehead." Bucky can't keep his glare in place and ends up laughing, just thinking about his girl punching that kid in the forehead.
"That's enough. Behave or none of you will be added to the list." You walk into the schoolroom followed by the 2 sweetest men who'd do anything for your baby girl.
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