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This song inspired a whole fic I don't have the time to write. But here is the blurb I threw at @backseatsoldier and @scaredyspooks
Background Johnny has low self esteem and accepts whatever affection he can from a friend bitch who takes advantage of that, shoving him in boyfriend situations emotionally for far to long. His best friend, you, has been pinning for him so long you have started to give up hope.
When the bitch moves to a city far away and you see her give Johnny a goodbye kiss that you don't realize is such. You turn on a heel and walk away, ignorning Johnny's calls and texts for the next few days.
Johnny thinks it unusual but it is about time for your period to start and you tend to be a bit wonky until the blood starts flowing. He brushes it off until a random man on base asks about his girlfriend.
"My what?"
"You're girlfriend sir, the woman on your home screen? She is your girlfriend right? I've seen her at some of the parties hanging out with you. Always has hearts in her eyes when she's around."
"Do you love me?" "Johnny I can't talk about this right now," she pushes on the door. It catches on his boot. "Please, I-I need," Johnny swallows down the fears crawling up his throat, "Do you love me?"
The dam breaks.
"I have loved you for a long time," your jaw quivers as you stare into his eyes, more familiar than your own.
"Oh thank god," he rushes forward, pulling you into a hug. One arm wraps around your ribs while the other grips into your hair, pushing your head into his shoulder. He kicks the front door shut. "I thought I would be to late," his voice breaks on the last word.
"What do you mean? You want Shannon?" Your fingers burrow into the back his shirt.
"I did. She represented everything I thought I deserved."
You try to pull back. Johnny isn't to much taller than you but the mucsle he maintains for his job robs you of the ability to flee from his words.
"What happened then? Why are you here?" You bite the words out in the space you could create between his chest and your face.
"Someone asked me today if I had broken up with my girlfriend. I was confused until they said the woman on my home screen, the one I am always gushing about. That is when I realized that he meant you."
That makes you pause in your efforts to escape. You were his home screen? Looking up at him Johnny shifts his hand from your hair to caress your face, thumb sweeping the leftover tears from your cheek.
"How long have I been your lock screen?" You whisper.
"Years," he whispers back.
The tears start up again.
"Why?" You can't force your words any louder than a whipser.
"There was a challenge a few Christmases back, to change your home screen to a photo of something that brings a smile to your face every time you see it. The last photo I had taken had been you. I've updated the photo a few times but it's been you since."
"Why did you never say anything?" The words hurt your throat as they leave.
"How could I tell one of the most important people in my life that I love her but I am a bad man who has done unspeakable things and don't deserve time or love from her? Why would I set myself up to be rightfully refused? For you to scoff at my affections?"
It's your turn to caress his face. He loosens his arms enough to allow you to touch him, but not enough to step back.
"You don't get to make that choice for me Johnny. And I don't like the version of me that lives in your head if you thought I would ever scoff at you."
He recoils, eyes slamming shut and chest caving in as if he took a bullet to the chest. Feckin' hell, she was right. It had to be him that didn't think he deserved anything resembling love though you had been peppering him with it for years.
You give him five breaths to deal with the emotional revelation before you are squishing his cheeks into his teeth, causing his lips to pop out.
"I would like to sit down and talk about this instead of being held hostage in my entryway. Would you like something to drink while we talk Johnny?"
You give him the softest smile he had ever seen, the gentlest crinkles forming around your eyes.
"Aye love, I think I need a drink." He presses a kiss to your forehead. "Can I hold your hand while we talk?"
"I would love that."
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Copied from my instagram story. Please respect my decision not to post about Romeo & Juliet anymore.
#JOKE#april fool's day#I would never stop liking R&J#or &j#theyâre my babies#and bencutio is the most wonderful ship ever created#every other ship is jealous because they donât have what Ben and Merc have#donât @ me for my opinion on the movie though#but also the 1996 Mercutio is the only good thing about it#do you bite your thumb at us sir?#I DO BITE MY THUMB SIR#DO YOU BITE YOUR THUMB AT US sir#IS THE LAW OF OUR SIDE IF I SAY AYE?#NOOooOoOoOoOoOOOO
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Wow...
There are some really petulant little brats that are, sorry, were fans of REDACTED.
#Do you bite your thumb at me sir#I do not bite my thumb at you#but I do bite my thumb#except yeah I'm totally biting my thumb at you#thumb biting#vagueblogging
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summary: It isnât until youâre in his home that you learn itâs General Marcus Acacius whoâs summoned you for your servicesâyouâre not sure why he did, when the other courtesans standing beside you, hoping to be chosen by him, have bodies that look nothing like yours.
pairing: Marcus Acacius/Plus Size f!reader (Courtesan)
rating: E (18+!! This is smut. No y/n, explicit smut, plus size reader, courtesan reader, age gap (reader is of legal age in todayâs standards), takes place pre-Gladiator 2, dommy Marcus Acacius (loves giving orders), heâs a tiny bit possessive, unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), creampie, rough sex, backshots, woman on top, oral sex (m receiving), vaginal fingering, breast worship, hair pulling (m receiving), slight breeding kink, (1) pussy slap, dirty talk, spanking, spit mention, some biting, with hair like that he wants it pulled, some sweetness at the end)Â
word count: 4.8k+
a/n: I took one look at Marcusâ hair and immediately thought, that guy likes his hair pulled. I also decided that since he spends weeks to months with a bunch of men at a time, when he comes home, he really appreciates a curvy woman. Honestly, I didnât think Iâd be able to write anything for him until I saw the movie, but the trailer got me. This is unbetaâd, all mistakes are my own. I hope you enjoy!
Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs feed me. Iâd love to know what you thought!
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It was the marble bust atop a pedestal that revealed whose home you were in. The opulence of the domusâ atrium, with its four tall marble columns surrounding the impluvium's shallow, sunken pool in the middle of the room and the compluviumâs opening in the ceiling above it, allowing the moonâs light to filter in, told you whoever lived here had notorietyâthen you saw the face carved out of stone, recognizing the curls and strong nose you'd only ever seen as he was paraded past you down the street in honor of his latest victory, and you knew.
General Marcus Acacius is a man feared by many for his ferocity and skills in battle. It's been said Mars, the God of War, blessed his birth, while others believe his bloodline is descended from the God himself. What you know to be true is he's a gifted General that the Emperors and Gods have smiled upon, and in his presence, an intimidating figure you didn't dare look at unless you were addressed.
There are four women standing to your right, all of you younger than him, naked, and courtesans of the highest standardâwell-educated and well-versed in politics along with the pleasures of the bodyâand highly sought out by society's elite.Â
Marcus is at the opposite end, silently making his way down the line with what you can only assume is a scrutinizing eye, and you fear there's been a mistake that you're hereâthe other courtesans are all built similarly with small breasts, flattened stomachs and thinner waists than yours, whereas youâre curvier, and have more meat on your bones, with your bigger chest, soft noticeable belly, and grabbable hips. Clearly, he requested a particular type of woman, and it doesn't appear you're it. Staring down at the tiled floor seems better than seeing the disappointment on his face when he gets to you.Â
His sandaled feet come into view as he stands before you, and you can feel his eyes roaming over your bare bodyâgolden snake bracelets coil around each of your upper arms, and at the unexpected gentle touch of his fingertips to one, you flinch.Â
"Do I frighten you?" His voice is a low, deep rasp that shivers down your spine.Â
"No, Sir," you answer.
His thumb strokes over the snake's head and along its body. "Why do you flinch?"Â
Raising your head, you see heâs wearing a white tunic with a gold pattern lining around his neck, down his arms, and along the hem, a belt securing it at his waist; golden cuffs covered his wrists. Youâre met with dark eyes, a furrow crinkling between his eyebrowsâhis brown hair with a kiss of gray, curls like waves on his head, his facial hair dotted with a few silvery strands. It takes you a second to answer his question because the glimpses of him you caught during victory parades and the marble bust didn't prepare you for his beauty.Â
Mars and Venus have bestowed their blessings upon him.Â
âMy apologies, Sir,â you finally reply. âIt was simply surprise at being graced by your touch.â His expression is difficult to read, so you continue speaking, âIâve heard of your prowess in battle that inspires songs and how your enemies tremble before you, but I do not believe I have reason to fear youâunless that is something you wish. Do you wish for me to be frightened of you?âÂ
Some men liked it if you acted afraid of them to feel powerful. Some men, usually the big, tough ones, liked to bury their faces in your bosom while you held them. The slight show of relief on Marcusâ face when you said you had no reason to fear him made you suspect heâd be in the latter category.Â
âNo.â His eyes are locked onto yours. âI do not need another to fear me. I wish for you to want my touch.âÂ
âI wish for more than your touch,â you reply. âI wish to feel your lips on mine and your weight on top of me, I wish to feel your cock inside me and to hear the sounds you make when you peak, and I do wish for your touch; I wish to feel your hands claim my body as yours.âÂ
His gaze turns to one of desire, and it makes you smile.Â
"You," he says. "Stay. The rest of you,â he announces, keeping his eyes on yours, âleave us.â
The invitation the messenger brought to your home the day prior did not state who requested your services; it simply said the person was a public figure, and the woman picked would be paid handsomely.
The servants, who stood as still as statues against a wall, scurried to assist each of the other women with redressing.
"Come," he orders, offering you a hand you accept. He leads you to a room you realize is his personal quarters when you spot his armor in a corner, Medusa's golden head on the cuirass shining in the candlelightâshe wards off evil and offers protection. There's a bed against the wall opposite the door, and he lets go of your hand, slipping off his sandals by the doorway before walking over to a thin table laden with a jug, cups, and a bowl of berries and grapes.Â
"Care for some wine?" he asks without looking at you while pouring himself a cup.Â
His body is tense, and youâre assuming youâre here to help him relaxâhe arrived home only days ago from war, and you got a chance to see him rolling down the street on a chariot as he waved to the cheering masses. It would make sense that he could use somebody with your expertise to get him to unwind.Â
âNo, thank you, Sir,â you answer, and he faces you again, taking a drink. âItâs a great honor that you chose me, and I do not wish to forget a single moment.âÂ
His cup lowers, and you're surprised to find heâs wearing a little smile. He twists to set his wine down next to the jug, and removes the cuffs from his wrists, setting them onto the table then his eyes are on yours.Â
"Marcus," he says, and it only takes a few strides to have him in front of you again.Â
"I'm sorry?" you ask.
His attention moves to your body, and heâs not looking upon you like an object or something heâs just purchased as most men do; his gaze is appreciative, the same kind of look you could imagine was on his face when he stared at art that pleased him. Your figure isnât the ideal for most Roman womenâyour hips are too wide, your breasts are too large, your ass is too big, your thighs are too thick, and your stomach is too noticeableâyet, there are many men who sought you out and paid well for your time, and it seems the General is one of them.Â
"My name." He walks around you, his fingers sliding along your upper back from shoulder to shoulder. âCall me Marcus. I want you to be familiar with how my name tastes on your tongue.âÂ
The touch and his words cause your nipples to harden and goosebumps to rise on your skin.
"Marcus,â you say.Â
Heâs in front of you again, his darkened eyes on yours. His big hands grip your waist, pulling you into him, and he shoves his face into the crook of your neck, feeling him inhale deeply. âGods, youâre the best thing Iâve smelled in months.â The words are said against your flesh. âLike a meadow of flowers in Spring, and I fail to remember the last time I felt such softness.â He squeezes the fleshy handles at your hips and goes lower to grab handfuls of your ass, then runs his hands up your back. âUpon hearing your description,â he says, âI knew youâd be perfect, but what I imagined has no comparison to seeing your beauty with my own eyes.â His admission catches you off guard as it sounds as though he always intended to pick you from the line of women. Itâs curious that he even invited the others if his mind had been set beforehand. He straightens, meeting your gaze. âTake off my clothes.âÂ
There's no need to reply; you just do as he ordered, getting his belt undone, the leather falling to the floor, then pulling his tunic over his head, it meeting the same fate as his belt.Â
Heâs completely nude, standing at his full height before you.Â
You expected the scars etched all over his body, the evidence that he'd lay down his life for Rome without hesitation. There's a long, jagged one across his right pec, silvered with age, that has you forgetting yourself and softly pressing your fingertips to it.
He snatches your smaller hand, pulling it away from his marred skin.Â
"My apologies," you quickly say, bowing your head in submission. "I shouldn't have touched you without permission."Â
"You may touch me." Once again, he surprises you by putting the flat of your palm against the scar, his other hand grabbing your chin to lift your face.Â
From his reaction to your fingers on him, you think he hasnât been with a woman in quite some time, and you hope you can make up for all the nights he spent alone.Â
It seems he's done with the pleasantries when his lips crush into yours. It's all of the encouragement you need, kissing him back while rubbing your palms up his broad chest, feeling his warmth. You snake a hand down his stomach through the trail of hair low on his belly to take his half-hard cock into your handâhe groans and twitches in your hold.
He truly has the Gods' favorâa talented General, handsome and well-endowed.Â
With his hands on your waist, he walks you backward to the bed, laying you on the mattress. He's on top of you, deepening the kiss with his tongue pressing into your mouth, his hand palming your tit, making you wet with arousal and your body heat.Â
It's fascinating how he's defying all of your expectations. The men who seek you out after spending months fighting are often rough and brutish, using you however they want to release their tension. There's never kissing or offers of drink; it's orders to suck their cocks, or to get on the bed in their desired positionâand here's Marcus kissing down your body, along the skin of your neck to your chest. Most of his weight is on his knees between your legs while bending forward over you, and the only word you can think of to describe it is he's worshipping your breasts. He has them in his hands, moving from one to the other, licking, sucking, and nibbling on your nipples and soft skin, the sensations making your pussy weep with need.Â
âGods, Marcus,â you moan. He has you squirming with how good it feels, your fingers pushing into his curls. He takes a pebbled bud between his teeth and gently tugs. âOh,â you gasp, your hands tightening in the tousled waves on his head.
He releases your nipple. âHarder,â he rasps, then flicks his tongue against your stiff peak, and you do as requested, pulling his hair harder. A loud groan rumbles from his chest as he continues laving at your tits, skimming his hand down your stomach, your skin tingling under his fingertips, until heâs sliding two fingers through your wet slit. You tighten your hold on his head, your toes curling when he starts rubbing your clit, and the realization hits that he intends for you to have just as much enjoyment as him.Â
"Marcus," you whine.
Heâs one of those men who has you praying that heâll wish for your company again, and you wouldnât even make him pay if you got another chance to warm his bed.Â
The push of his thick digit into your pussy makes your breath hitch at the slight stretch, his thumb pressing to your sensitive bundle of nerves, moving side to sideâyou know heâs going to make you come, and you silently thank the Gods.
His finger is pushing in and out of you, his thumb continuing its movements, and he lifts his face to look you in the eyes, his own are so black thereâs hardly a sliver of brown remaining. "Come for me," he commands, slipping a second digit inside youâyouâre so wet you can hear the slick slide of his fingers pumping into you. The muscles in your belly are tightening, and the fire in your core is building. "Come for me, sweet girl." His head dips to lightly bite your nipple before soothing it with his tongue. "Once you come, I'll do as you wish and sheath my cock into this perfect cunt."Â
The hot heat of his mouth envelops your pebbled bud, and he sucksâit's your undoing; your eyes close as you fall over the edge, coming with a moan of his name. His digits and mouth continue to extend your ecstasy while your chest heaves with labored breaths and your heart pounds.Â
He lets go of your nipple with a wet pop, his hand sliding from your pussy, up your stomach, leaving a trail of your release on your skin. His voice deepens, âYouâve done well for me, and I keep my wordâturn over.âÂ
He helps you to roll onto your front, and you get up onto your hands and kneesâa familiar position. He takes a moment to admire you in front of him, his palms feeling the thickness of your thighs and hips. His fingers dig into your plump asscheeks as he spreads them and dips his head, hearing and feeling him spit between them, the hot saliva dripping from your asshole down to your opening. He shuffles up behind you, sliding his cock through the wetness of your come and his spit to lubricate himself, then notches it at your entranceâyou both moan as he slowly starts feeding himself into you.Â
Gods, heâs big.Â
Thereâs a slight burn with how heâs stretching you, your inner walls having to accommodate his ample girth, and once heâs pressed all the way to the root inside you, a breath leaves you that you hadn't realized you'd been holding in.Â
He has a tight grip on your waist and pulls out almost all the way, immediately pushing back into you hard enough there's a clap when his hips hit your ass. This was expected, Marcus setting up a rhythm that punches the air from your lungs each time he thrusts forwardâheâs working out what he doesnât wish to feel, and with how slippery it is between your legs, he's moving easily, and the brutal pace feels amazing.Â
Many times, youâve had to fake your enjoyment to make those employing you think theyâre talented loversâthe majority are selfish in bed and care little about your comfort but want their egos stroked. Marcus, on the other hand, earned your favor when he took the time to ready you with his fingers and allowed you to climax.Â
He's pounding into you, the collide of his body against yours making your asscheeks shake, and with how his cock is pressing into something truly divine, heâs also earned your screams of his name and whatever incoherent words are babbling from your mouthâhe has you dizzy with pleasure, heat coiling in your belly, and thereâs no doubting the Goddess of Beauty and Sex has given him her blessing.Â
Sounds are spilling unbidden from your lips, Marcus loudly grunting with each stroke, the wet slap of skin hitting skin echoing in the room, and you look over your shoulderâthe candlelight around the room shows the glisten of sweat on his golden skin. His head is thrown back, his eyes closed, and his jaw slack. Hair is sticking to his forehead, and a beautiful rosy flush has begun on his chest, rising up his neck to paint his cheeks. You can't think of another you've laid with who looked so breathtaking while taking their pleasure, and you could only imagine how glorious heâd look on the battlefield. You don't know what comes over you, reaching your hand back to touch his hip, and suddenly, heâs looking at you, his eyes glazed with lust.Â
Itâs as though heâs been in a trance, losing himself in your body, and now heâs come back to be in the moment with you. He falls forward, his hands sinking into the mattress on either side of you, blanketing your back and slowing his pace. His chin is on your shoulder, and he bites the shell of your ear; all of his weight goes onto one arm to free up the other that roughly grabs your breast and plucks at your nipple.
âYou take me so well,â he says into your ear, his cock continuing to slide in and out of you. âYour sweet little cunt will milk me dry, and then Iâll have you again and again after that to keep you full of my seed.âÂ
His words steal a moan from your lips.Â
âDoes that please you, my sweet girl?â he asks. âYou wish for more of me? Has another ever fucked you so good?â He gets his hand between your legs to circle the pearl of your pleasure, and your jaw drops, eyes closingâheâs going to make you come again. âAnswer me,â he growls, lightly slapping your clit, and you clench around him.Â
Itâs challenging to think, but you say, âNo,â and push your ass back against him as he thrusts forward, fucking yourself on him to get closer and closer to your end. âIâve never had such fortune.âÂ
âYou do nowâby morning, Iâll have you ruined for any other man, and your cunt wonât soon forget the shape of my cock.âÂ
He means every word that slips from his tongue, and it sets the fire in your belly ablaze. Youâre holding yourself up on shaky limbs, the muscles in your stomach knotting upâyouâre close.
âMarcus,â you moan.Â
His warm breath tickles your ear as he speaks into it: âI love how my name sounds from your lips. I know youâre close. Give in so I can feel you ascend to the heavens.âÂ
His words, the fullness of his thick shaft moving in and out of you, and his fingers swirling around your sensitive bundle at the apex of your thighs has you shatteringâstars burst behind your eyelids as white-hot pleasure erupts in your center, your pussy clamping down on him hard enough he slows to a stop, and groans in your ear.
You exhale panted breaths, your heart beating rapidly, and the blissful euphoria ripples through your body, slowly ebbing away.Â
Somehow, you find your voice, "Allow me to ride you."Â
He kisses your shoulder, his beard scratching against your bare skin. "You want to mount me?" he asks.Â
"Yes."
"Then you shall."Â
He pulls out of you, an achy groan leaving him as he lies beside you on his back, and you get up onto your knees. He draws your attention with how heâs splayed out on the mattress, his long legs slightly spread and arms crossed over his head. His cock is still hard, it shiny with your juices, and resting against his lower belly, cushioned by the tantalizing path of hair that led directly to itâand heâs looking up at you, his eyes dark with want that keep lowering to your bosom, and back up to your eye line, the pink of his tongue wetting his bottom lip, that you suddenly wish to bite.Â
Thereâs the common knowledge about Marcus all of Rome is aware ofâthe family he comes from and the military achievements that have led to him being the victorious General the Gods have blessed the city with, and now youâre versed in his more private attributesâhe likes his women to be sturdy with sizeable breasts, he enjoys the pleasurable pain of his hair pulled, heâs a generous lover, he prefers to be in control unless you can tempt him enough to hand over the reins. Itâs quite tempting for him to lie back and watch your tits bounce as you ride him.Â
Shuffling in place to face him, taking his hard length in handâhe didnât ask, and you didnât offer, yet you want to take care of him like he took care of you, so you scoot back enough that you can bend down at the waist, wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock.
The sound of Marcusâ loud moan and the way his back arches as if it were the string of a bow shoots straight to your cuntâyou can taste the mix of your essence and his arousal thatâs steadily dribbling from the sensitive head that you lick and suckle; your hand easily stroking up and down the sheath of skin on his shaft. The muscles in his thighs and stomach have tensed like itâs taking everything in him to hold back and not fill your mouth with his come.
âEnough,â he grits the order through his teeth, and his palm lands on the side of your ass with a hard slap that echoes against the walls, the sharp sting getting a moan out of youâyour head lifts off of him to see heâs scowling. âIâm not spilling down your throat,â he continues and smacks your ass again. âRide me, or Iâll have you under me.âÂ
âApologies, Marcus,â you reply demurely and sit up on your knees once more. Quickly, you move, throwing a leg over his waist to have your thick thighs hugging his hips. You rise, grabbing his cock, you press to your entrance, and you watch his face as you slowly start to impale yourself on him, relishing in how his mouth falls open and the tight grip he has on the meat of your thighs, his fingers digging into them hard enough it bordered on painful.Â
The fullness is incredible when you sit flush against him, and you love how he fills you. Your palms find purchase on his broad chest, and you rise until only the tip of him remains inside of you, and you drop back downâthe rhythm you set has you moving in his lap, up and down in quick succession, Marcus groaning, his eyes locked on the jiggle of your breasts.Â
Sweat forms on your skin, feeling it on your forehead and a single drop sliding down your spine, your eyes closed as you focus, your moans stuttering each time you sink onto him.Â
His hands are resting on your backside, rising and falling with you, his voice rough with pleasure, âThatâs it, ride me, bounce on my cock.â
This isnât about you, and though it feels good riding him, your goal is helping him achieve his own high, and youâre determined to do soâyour hands leave him to press your tits together, and you gasp in surprise when he sits up and shoves his face into them. Your pace doesnât waver, and you look at him to see heâs keeping himself up with an arm braced on the bed behind him, the other hand grabbing a handful of your ass, and you know heâs not going to last much longer.Â
Your fingers slide into the unruly curls at the back of his head, and you yank them hard to make him look at you, Marcus hissing while his cock twitches inside you. In this position, youâre taller, and he gazes up to meet your eyes.Â
âI want you to come,â you pant, continuing to fuck yourself on him. âI want to feel you flood my cunt with your seed.â The noise he makes sounds like a whine. âThen I want you to do it again, and again after thatâI want you to fill me to the point Iâm brimming with you, and youâre in me for days.âÂ
He squeezes his eyes shut as he groans out a long, drawn-out Fuck
With his beautiful neck on display, you duck your head and lick up the taut skin of his throat, wishing you could suck a mark into it to remind him of you for a while after you part ways. His free hand roughly grabs your chin to pull you close enough for him to slot his lips against yours, and you have to slow to a grind as he messily kisses you, shoving his tongue into your mouth.Â
He breaks away to fall back onto the mattress, his fingers getting a tight grip on your ass, the muscles in his arms flexing as he lifts you enough to start thrusting up into your soaked pussy rapidlyâheâs grunting while baring his teeth to chase his high, and all you can do is press your palms to his chest for balance while keeping yourself raised enough for him to pound into you.Â
The slick push and pull of him, moving in and out of you, has you chanting his name, and it sounds wet between your legs, hearing the clap of skin on skin of him plowing into you. Perspiration makes his tan flesh glint under the candle's light, his hair is a mess atop his head, and his expression is wild; itâs no surprise when his strokes get uneven and his eyes close. Marcus tugs your ass down to bury himself as far as possible in you as he gives in, coming with a guttural groanâyou feel his cock jerk and the wet pulse as he paints your insides with spurts and spurts of his spend, wringing himself out until his body goes completely lax.
He pulls you forward to lie on top of him, wrapping his arms around your middle, and turns you both onto your sides. Thereâs a hiss that slips from his lips when he removes his softening length from your cunt, and you smile at Marcus sliding down the bed far enough for his face to nuzzle in your bosom while hugging you tight. Your fingers stroke through his sweat-damp curls, his hums of appreciation sounding like the purr of a cat.Â
Minutes pass in silence as your breaths even out and your hearts slow. After some time, he says something you canât make out.
âIâm sorry. I didnât hear you,â you reply.Â
His head lifts, and he kisses under your chin. âStay,â he says again.Â
âI have no intention of leaving. Iâm here until you send me away.âÂ
âAnd if I donât wish to send you away?âÂ
His lips trail along your jaw.Â
Your eyebrows pull together. âAs I said, Iâm here until you request my leave.âÂ
âAnd if I never request your leave?âÂ
Heâs kissing your neck now, the question making your eyes round. âYou intend for me to be your mistress?âÂ
Itâs not uncommon for a courtesan to become oneâs mistress. Some of you are from families of wealth and do this line of work for the powerful connections, while others are freedwomen whoâve worked their way up to earn their notorietyâeither case, courtesans are respected and thought to make great mistresses.Â
âThat is all I can offer since I have no plans to marry,â he answers. âYou can stay here with or without me when Iâm ordered away, and whatever is left of my salary and spoils of war after the household debts are paid, you may keep.â
He makes you frown.Â
âWhy me?â
Marcus gets his arm out from under you and scoots up the mattress to look you in the eyes.Â
âYouâre everything I desire in a woman with your beauty and intellect, and you can sate my needs in bedâyouâre perfect, and I want you all to myself. I do not wish to share you with anyone else.â
Itâs in this moment you realize youâre the one in control hereâyou donât need him, youâre self-sufficient, and there are many whoâd eagerly take his place, but your looks are rare in your profession, and he needs his deal to be enticing enough for you to take it.Â
âWhat if I decline your offer?âÂ
âThen I pray youâll allow me to keep your company until I receive my next orders.âÂ
He seems to be a good, honorable man who wants to please you, and he had you tempted to accept on the merit of his skills in bed aloneâthereâs just something that wonât leave your mind.Â
âBefore I make my decision, answer this question: if you believe me to be so perfect, why were the others here?âÂ
He presses his large palm to your cheek. âIt was in your power to deny me your company, and though the other women werenât of my tastes, they were better than nothing.âÂ
You see no flaws in his answer.Â
âI accept your offer on one condition.â
âAnd that is?â
You no longer find him intimidating, and youâre now comfortable brushing errant hairs off his forehead and sliding your fingers through the curls above his ears.Â
Your eyes lock onto his. âYou return home to me,â you tell him. âYou fight with the might of Mars, and you always return home to me.âÂ
That earns you a small smile, and he takes your hand into his, kissing the center of your palm.Â
âI will, my Dove.âÂ
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âTouch me.â
Eddie Munson x fem!reader
summary: eddie urges you to communicate your sexual feelings for him.
warnings/tags: 18+ smut, spanking, fingering, hair pulling, decrophylia, reader is bad at communicating feelings, somewhat shy reader, reader is afraid of annoying eddie about sex, daddy kink, use of sir, sixth month relationship, reader wants to be hurt by eddie, thumb sucking, basically a fic about my first few times having sex lmao, pain play, all consensual, some angst if you squint, language. let me know if i missed anything!
Eddie knew when there was something on your mind. He could feel your eyes staring into the side of his face, the way you shifted almost anxiously. The relationship was still somewhat new. Youâd only been dating for six months, but still, he wanted you to be comfortable enough to ask for what you wanted. Which he knew what it was. Your hand would slip onto his thigh, rub it casually before disappearing back to your lap. Your head would muzzle against his shoulder, kissing his clothed skin before retreating back to your spot on the couch.
Eddie knew you had your battles with things. Sex did not come easy to you at times, nor did communicating about it. But you needed to use your words with him, otherwise neither of you would get anywhere.
It had been almost two hours into the film you were watching. It was late and he was growing tired, moderately buzzed from drinking. The living room was dark and glowing from the staticy light of the television.
âEddie?â You finally asked, meekly.
âHmm?â He hummed, arms crossed as his eyes barely blinked from sleep.
âCan I ask you a question?â
âYou know you can.â
It was quiet again for several seconds. He looked over to find you biting your nails. âWhat is it?â He sat up slightly.
You laughed almost awkwardly, shaking your head with a deep blush. âIâmâŠare you tired?â
He smirked just barely. âYes.â But he was never too tired for sex. âWas that what you wanted to ask me?â
âNo.â You shuffled your feet on the floor. âDo youâŠdo you want to have sex?â
He couldnât help but laugh, looking over at you with curious brown eyes. âI always want to have sex.â
You laughed too, a heavy one that was marinated in relieve. He didnât reject you. You were always so afraid of that. You were so afraid of bothering him, getting on his nerves. Eddie had taken your virginity, and you werenât that skilled when it came to sex. You didnât know what to do at most times, but luckily Eddie knew what he was doing. Still, it made you feel foolish. You just wanted him to be happy, but you were just so damn touch starved all the time.
You always wanted him, but terrified he didnât want you back. That it would be a sexual burden for sleeping with you.
Eddie cupped your cheek, bringing you into his side so he could hug you. âTell me whatâs on your mind, baby.â
He was so good to you, there was no reason to be fearful of him. You sighed heavily into him, nuzzling your body against his. âIâm just nervous. I donât want to annoy you.â
âYou think sex annoys me?â
âI just donât want to seem needy or overbearing.â
âHow many times do I have to tell you that youâre not, babe?â He looked down at you, lifting your chin with his index finger. âYou donât annoy me. You donât overwhelm me. You worry me sometimes, because youâre always in your head thinking. I need you to communicate with me. Thatâs all I ask.â
Your eyes had teared up and you nodded, too emotional to speak.
He caught a tear with his finger. âI canât always assume what you want. I need you to tell me what it is, baby. Tell me what you want.â
His mouth was dangerously close to yours, hovering, testing the waters, waiting for you to tell him exactly what you wanted him to do to you.
âI want you to fuck me.â Your voice is barely over a whisper. âHard. Donât be nice to me.â
He smirks just slightly. Your requests were just about as freaky as the things he imagined in his head. âDonât be nice, huh?â He cocked a brow, dragging his thumb along your jawline. âWhat do you say?â
âPlease.â You closed your eyes in a beg, already wet and throbbing for him. âPlease, daddy.â
He pushes his thumb between your lips, passing your teeth and hitting the back of your throat. You suck it immediately, nibbling on his skin just barely. His jaw fall slack at the sting, chin raised in a dominant glare as he watches you. âDo you want me to hurt you?â He asks for you, knowing damn well that itâs what you want.
Youâre blushing around his finger, popping him out of your mouth as you nod. âDoes it make you uncomfortable?â You ask nervously. You were always afraid to communicate your sexual desires with him, too scared that it might frighten him away.
He canât roll his eyes or laugh, he knows how delicate the topic is for you. âNo, y/n.â He cups your cheek. âIt doesnât as long as itâs what you want. Youâre still new to this. You need to go at your own pace. Just be yourself and Iâll guide you.â
You place your mouth on his, rising up so you can climb on his lap. Your hot against him, warm and throbbing. He can feel it. âThen hurt me.â You whimper, emotions building up in your chest, emotions you can never quite understand.
He kisses your neck, hot and sweaty kisses trailing down your skin, his teeth nibbling at your sensitive pale skin. His hands move down to your ass, quickly yanking down your shorts to grab you with thick hands. âYou know your safe word. Use it when you need to. Donât worry about me.â
Your heart begins to bang in your chest, hitting you with nerves and adrenaline, but you nod. You nod because itâs what you want and he knows how to give it to you. Thereâs no other person that can give you relief like the does.
âStay still.â Your over his lap now, grabbing at the couch in front of you as he adjusts you to where he needs you, plump ass in the air and ready for him to do with what he wants.
âYes, sir.â Your face is beet red, cheek pressed against your arm. You close your eyes, ready for whatâs to come.
Your crying soon after he starts, whimpering and moaning as he spanks you, alternating cheek to cheek in a steady rhythm that has your legs twitching out from the uncomfortable burn. You move down to grab at his ankle, your cunt throbbing around nothing so painfully.
Eddieâs cock is hard, straining against his jeans as he cracks down his hand, leaving red marks on your skin thatâll surely leave a bruise. His panting, a bead of sweat rolling down his neck as he continues to spank you.
You lift your hips to meet his hand, begging for more and more of this punishment, if thatâs what it was. Your choking on your tears, sputtering out a sob. âOw!â You whimper.
He looks at you, but doesnât stop. He knows youâll stop him when youâve had enough. You always do. Your ass is on fire and so is your pussy, leaking down your leg as you sputter out cries. âTouch me.â You beg, broken by your cries.
He stops as soon as you say the word, knowing youâve had enough, and dips his fingers into your sopping wet cunt. âDid that feel good baby? You like it when daddy spanks you?â
You moan out loud, hot and pornographic at the feeling of his fingers. You canât say anything only muttering a jarbled mhm. He doesnât correct you for it, smirking as he fingers you quickly.
âDo you still want me to fuck you?â He lays his other hand on your head to stroke your hair, the other continuing to finger you. âOr do you want me to touch you like this?â
You surprise both him and yourself, climbing off his lap to attack his lips. Heâs pushed to the back of the couch, limbs tangling together in a heap as you make love to his lips. âFuck me, mean, Eddie.â
He groans into your mouth, hurriedly letting go of you to unbuckle his belt and free his long cock. Heâs bending you over the couch, lifting your legs to hang off of the back so he can reach your hole. He teases you a lot about your height difference.
He moans when he pushes into your pussy and you sob out in relief, laying your hands on the couch to keep you from falling off. Your tits are bouncing underneath you, the sound of skin slapping together as he starts to fuck you.
Heâs not nice about it, just as you asked. Heâs hard and rough, fucking you mean and abusing your g-spot with heavy, deep thrusts that have you spewing out desperate cries.
ïżœïżœïżœOh, god!â You struggle to keep upright, your hands slipping from their position. âFuck me, fuck, fuck me!â
He slaps a hand down on your red ass that makes you screech, recoiling back to his hips for more. He grabs a fist full of your hair, yanking you back up to him so your back is flush with his chest. âIs this mean enough? Should I let you cum? Thatâs mean, isnât it?â
He fucks up into you sharply. âHuh? Tell me, angel.â
Youâre begging to come, promising youâll be good and youâll obey him. Heâs got you bent back over, grabbing your hips to thrust into you deeply, so harshly that you can barely form a coherent sentence. He bottoms out while he cums, shooting his load into you as you clamp down on his cock.
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Thots on pussy slapping? đđ»đđ»
my hard hours are technically closed but iâll make an exception for you dear anonnie bc the topic at hand is so yummy like im actually so weak for this ughhhh and since this isnât member specific iâll go ahead and come up with bite sized scenarios for my bias trio and theyâll go up in intensity with each one heheheh. happy new year i hope you enjoy this little treat ;3 <33
warnings: pussy slapping obv lol, soft dom! yunho, lowkey sadistic hard dom! wooyoung, hard dom! (pussydrunk) san, teasing, dirty talk, possessiveness, pet names, name calling, praise, false praise, degradation, spit play, sir kink, size kink, hand/vein kink, fingering, just the tip until itâs not, bulge kink, oral (receiving), overstim, squirting
level 1 âĄ
Yunho routinely stuffed two long, slender fingers back inside your pulsing cunt, knowing they were hitting your g-spot from the way you were whining and writhing around underneath his larger frame, his free hand clutched around your jolting hip. âFuck, princess, youâre so tight right now. Are you going to cum for me?â
âY-yes, Yunnie, can you please do that thing I like? Iâm so closeâŠ!â you requested, gazing up at him underneath your wet lashes.
âMy naughty girlâŠâ he whispered softly, gently spreading your pussy open and rubbing the rough pad of his thumb against your exposed clit, making you gasp. âYou want me to hit your pretty pussy so you can cum all over me?â
âFuckâyes, pleaseâŠ!â
âThen, take it, princess,â Yunho sighed softly, making sure to curl his fingers just a little more inside your soaked, squelching hole, right as he brought his large hand down onto your cunt, hitting it hard enough to propel you over the edge.
âCummingâŠâ
âMm, thatâs it, baby, donât stop. Keep cumming for me,â Yunho breathed out, sending you into a state of prolonged esctasy when he began to rub his rough palm against your pulsing clit, your juices leaking down his veined forearm. He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, before leaning down to kiss you, murmuring against your lips, âYou always taste so good, princess.â Kiss. âAlways look so pretty when you fall apart for me.â Another kiss. âWanna do it again?â
level 2 ⥠âĄ
Wooyoung had you locked in place in his lap for over an hour, warmth emanating from his chest against your back, his thighs positioned in a way that kept yours spread apart, routinely smacking his palm against your swollen clit and fucking your slick cunt with only the tip of his throbbing cock. The small, pathetic whimpers you made as soon as his hand came in contact with your stinging cunt and the sound of your hole squelching each time he stretched you open again was like music to his ears, but he knew what you really needed. His low, breathy voice sent a wave of goosebumps up the slope of your neck when he cooed, âAwwh, does my sweet girl need to cum now? Does she deserve to? Hmm?~â
âYes, please, Youngie, let me cum,â you pleaded, about to melt into Wooyoung as soon as he began to lower you further and further down onto his cock, filling you up so good you thought you might cum then and there. âFuck me, please, oh my god, fuck meââ
âMm, youâre already so desperate for my cock that youâre begging for it?â Wooyoung rubbed his thumb around your clit, before his fingers formed a V, sliding them up and down your cunt around the outline of his slick cock that was still pushing inside you ever so slowly. âYou need it inside this pretty pussy that bad?â
âYes, Youngie, I need your cock so bad, I canât take it!â
Then, be a good girl for me and take it all,â he grunted in your ear, immediately slamming his hips into yours, his thrusts unrelenting, not giving you any choice but to take his thick, veined cock deep inside your cunt until he decided you had enough.
âAhâ ah â itâs too â fuck,â you gasped, your body seizing up with overwhelming pleasure after being teased for so long, tears forming in your eyes from the sight of his cock protruding slightly through your lower stomach each time he filled you up. âToo much.â
Wooyoung tsked, squeezing your clit roughly between two fingers, making you shudder. âDonât you start whining now. What happened to the desperate little slut that was asking for this just a second ago?â He sent a harsh smack to your clit, amused by the barely audible sound that left your drooling mouth. âYouâre going to cum just like this, and youâre going to like it.â
âYoungie, please,â you choked out, turning your head to look up at him through teary eyes, only to find pure carnal desire in his.
Wooyoung smiled darkly, licking at the mole on his bottom lip, his fingers pressing into the bulge present in your abdomen just to feel his throbbing cock as it sank inside you over and over again. âYou asked for it, so Iâm going to make you cum so hard you forget your own name. Sounds good, yeah?â
level 3 ⥠⥠âĄ
âCan I cum, sir? Please? Iâve been so good for you, so can I pleaseâfuck!â you gasped, withstanding yet another smack directly onto your reddened cunt, a fresh wave of arousal leaking out of you.
San, who was in between your thighs, taking his sweet time devouring your cunt, wasnât in the mood for your games. âA good girl waits for her reward, isnât that right, you little brat?â
âIâm not a brat,â you whined, squeezing your thighs together to squish his cheeks a bit, letting out a giggle, knowing you were withholding San from his meal. This encouraged him to grab your legs by the bend of your knees and lift your thighs up, folding you in half.
âOh, yes, you are.â San leaned down, licking one long, slow stripe up from your dripping hole to your puffy clit, grabbing your hands to make you hold your own thighs up, which you obediently did, this time around. âYou know what else you are, princess?â
âWhat, Sannie?â
San pressed his thumbs against your folds to spread you apart for him, watching your hole flutter around nothing. âYouâre my dumb little slut.â He pursed his lips and spat directly into you, before plugging your cunt back up with his thick, thrusting fingers, satisfied with the sudden moan that tore through your throat. He gave you a fake pout. âArenât you, baby?â
You were at your limit, only able to take what he gave you, your mouth open in a soundless bout of pleasure, your teary eyes focused on Sanâs smug face, taking yet another finger inside you, feeling it rubbing against your gummy spot.
âI asked you a question, princess,â San grunted, smacking his free hand down onto your clit, more slick dripping down his taut, veiny forearm, eliciting more breathless moans and whines from you, still finger-fucking you so brutally to the point that all you could focus on was the shlick shlick shlick sounds your pussy made each time he pounded his digits into you. âCan you even hear me? That look on your face is telling me otherwise. How are you already fucked stupid when I havenât even stuffed my cock inside you, huh? Are you that much of a whore that all you need is to get your puffy little cunt filled and spat on, and youâre ready to cream yourself?â
âYes, sirâŠ!â you were finally able to verbalize, your voice strained with immense pleasure, your thighs beginning to shake. âIâm such a whore for you, Sannie, only for you, so please, let me cum.â
San simply smiled up at you, dimples forming near his pretty, pink, arousal-covered lips, immediately curling his fingers up into a come-hither motion, his mouth latching onto your abused clit, sucking and licking at it with his hot tongue relentlessly until your moans crescendoed and your warm squirt began to pour out of you. âThatâs it, baby, thatâs fucking it, oh my god, look at youâŠâ
San groaned heavily, taking a moment to suck your cum off of his fingers, before diving in between your trembling legs again to press his mouth back onto your spasming cunt like he needed it for oxygen, dragging his tongue up and down your slit to collect your arousal, slurping it up into his mouth, his dark, hooded eyes never leaving your barely open ones. He took a second to breathe, before speaking, his voice ragged and dripping with arousal, âIâll give you a minute to come down, but get ready, angel. Youâre gonna keep cumming for me just like that, and Iâm only gonna stop when you have nothing left to give me, alright?â
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Gojo can't stop thinking about fucking Geto's girl
MDNI- Explicit Yandere Gojo jerks off thinking about you, Geto's girlfriend, yandere Suguru decides he'll share you once.
Warnings: -yandere Geto and Gojo, oral sex -f receiving, M receiving, p in v sex, anal play/anal sex( f recieving) threesome, Eifel tower, choking, smacking, dollification, dumbification, lowkey misogyny lol
Part One ⥠Part Two ⥠Part Three ⥠Part Four
⥠Part Five âĄ
"All my holes, Suguru Geto..." You pull back from sucking his thick cock, mouth popping as the suction releases, strings of saliva dripping from your lips. Suguru loves how pretty you look like this, especially when he watches your face contort in pleasure as Satoru sinks his cock into you.
Satoru's losing himself in you, clearly, it's written all over his face, but Suguru can't blame him, who wouldn't with you? You're so perfect he muses, tilting your chin up, running a thumb over a plump lower lip, as you stare up under your lashes, eyes dilated, so fucking pretty.
"I didn't say he could fuck your ass Princess, that's for me."
"Rude, rude, rude. Both of you." Satoru whines from behind you now, his cock stretching your tight cunt out, you're throbbing around him, gushing arousal at how fucking good he feels. Your back arches to take more, as your boyfriend smirks down at you. "Yes, baby arch just like that f-fuck..."
"Ngh!" You're whining out at how good it feels, hands gripping the sheets beneath you as Satoru fucks you harder now.
"Make her cum one more time and I'll let her suck you." Suguru says, and Satoru grins, teeth glinting, pulling on your hair now. "Did I say you could pull her hair?"
"Do you want me to baby?" He whispers, bringing you up to your knees, and you nod weakly, Suguru comes in front of you now, rubbing your clit and kissing down your throat as Satoru rolls his hips, tip grinding on your cervix.
You scream out hoarsely as you begin to climax, all over Satoru's length and Suguru's fingers now, they both let out low, guttural moans, kissing either side of your neck now. "Good girl." Suguru murmurs.
"Good little slut." Satoru whispers, earning your glare and his grin now.
"Satoru..." Suguru begins, sighing.
"Don't you scold me, it's dirty talk, I know she's a good girl. But I want her slutty for us."
"Do you wanna be our little fuck toy, Princess?" Suguru asks, and his words hit your core as Satoru's cock slides out of you, dripping your wetness down all over the blankets, making you tremble.
"Yes, I do." You earn a little smack then, and you bite your lower lip. "Yes, Sir."
"So good, aren't you?" You nod eagerly, Suguru kissing your cheek where it stung, Satoru's hands pressing against your waist, you feel them both all over you, overwhelming you.
"Can she call me daddy?" Satoru asks, Suguru glares.
"No."
"He's mean to me, baby." Satoru whispers in your ear, big hands on your breasts now, bringing your nipples taut against his palms. "Make him be nice, please?"
"You're a baby, Satoru." You mumble, now he's smacked your ass hard, and Suguru chuckles.
"That's my girl. Turn around, Princess, show him just how good that mouth is." Suguru's words follow with Satoru Gojo's pretty cock in your face, glistening with your cum, his tip pearling with white drops that you lap up with a kitten lick. Satoru moans, hands in your hair, as Suguru's fingers slide inside your pussy.
"Mmm!" You cry out, and Satoru uses the opportunity to shove his cock in deep, you're breathing through your nose, tears forming in your pretty eyes as you look up at him, and he feels your hot mouth suck him in.
"Fuck, you're pretty." Satoru's babbling now as you suck him so good, and Suguru's making you moan around his length as he's scissoring fingers in and out of you, free hand pressing into your hip.
"Cum when I put my cock in you, yes Princess?" He asks, pulling his fingers away and sucking your yummy cunt off them. You nod, choking around Satoru's cock, as he brushes back your hair, looking at how fucked out you already are.
"Aw, she's cryin' Sugu." Satoru says, as he shoves his cock deeper, watching the bulge on your throat as Suguru slides in your pussy now, so thick he's stretching you out, making you tremble. You're already so fucking close it takes just two thrusts and you're cumming all over his length.
"Oh Fuck, good girl." Suguru groans now, starting to fuck into you in long, slow strokes that hit so goddamn good your toes curl. Satoru's stretched you out just enough you can take him being rougher quicker than usual, and he seems to notice. "Satoru got you this wet, Princess? Should I be jealous?"
You pull back with a glare over your shoulder, watching Suguru smirk at you. "It's your idea!"
"Haha what if I got her wetter, hmm Sugu?" Satoru says with a devious little grin, and Suguru's eyes narrow.
"I'll make her cum harder than you did."
"Oh, you can try."
"I'm not a basketball game you-" You're shut up then by Suguru railing the fuck out of your pussy now, balls slapping your clit, tip dragging on the spot in your velvety walls that makes you blinded. And now Satoru is shoving his length back in your mouth, moaning.
"Make her cum again, wanna feel that throat tighten." Satoru's leaning his head back, adam's apple bobbing, silvery hair slick and sticking to his forehead as Suguru shoves in deep, rolling his hips just so, making you shatter.
You're pulsing around him, pussy slick and drippling down his veiny cock, Satoru's thickening in your mouth now, gasping and whimpering, Suguru's groaning, leaning over you, long dark hair falling against your back. "Fuck she's so good, oh my god."
"I know she is. Perfect, aren't you Princess?" Suguru's stroking your back gently as he rolls his hips once more, fucking into your already oversensitive cunt. Satoru feels you moaning, vibrating his cock, making him closer now as he uses your mouth.
"Prettiest fuck toy, wants us to use her." Satoru whispers then, and you react violently to his words, thighs shaking now, entire body tensing. "Wanna be back in her pussy, please."
"If she wants you." Suguru pulls you by your hair, swiping the drool off your face now, stroking your cheek. "Where do you want Satoru Princess?"
"In m-me." You manage to whine out, so pathetic and sexy Satoru can hardly stand it, he groans now, kissing you again, tasting himself on you.
"Do you wanna ride him, show him how good you are?" Suguru asks, you eagerly nod, Satoru about runs to get on the bad on his back, as you come straddle him now, bracing your hands on his chest, Suguru's right behind you, positiioning you to sit down on his cock, your head falls back as Satoru's cock is filling you again, struggling to take him.
"Oh my god, look at you." Satoru murmurs, watching as your tits gently sway, you're sinking your tight cunt right down on him, so wet it's already pooling on his sculpted abdomen, pooling below his flat belly button, down the trail of white hair now. His hands grip your waist, as Suguru is slipping two fingers in your mouth.
"Suck on these, like a good girl." He orders, and you're swirling your tongue around his thick fingers, as Satoru is bucking his hips up, fucking into you so deep, you're shaking, leaning forward and clinging to him when Suguru lets you go. Satoru cups your face, dragging your lips down to his.
Your teeth click as you kiss, you're rolling your hips over him, sliding up and down his slick cock that's covered in you now, as Suguru's fingers up your other hole now, making you gasp. Satoru's blue eyes lock on yours, his hands now grabbing your ass, pulling your ass cheeks apart, as if he knew Suguru's plan.
"You feel s'fucking good around me. So fucking pretty." Satoru murmurs, melting you then, and Suguru's pulling you back up, fingers shoved deep in you as Satoru's cock fucks your pussy now.
"Tight little ass, fuck." Suguru groans, fucking you with his fingers, you're too full, it's already too much, Suguru's free arm wrapping your waist, gripping one of your breasts in his huge hand, squeezing as you bounce up and down Satoru's cock and Suguru's fingers, screaming out.
"Sato- Sugu- I- f-fuck!" They both chuckle then, Satoru's planting his feet flat on the bed, fucking up into you harder, as Suguru's found your clit now, still pumping fingers into your ass.
"That's it, cum all over me, baby." Satoru murmurs, and you cum for the - you've lost count!?- time, shaking violently, and Satoru's grinning up at you, Suguru's smile hidden against your neck. "Fucked her stupid, Sugu look. Drooling and broken."
"Mmm, could break her further if you want, Satoru." Suguru says, pulling away as you're shaking from overstimulation, brain truly short circuited, Satoru rubs his hands over your body, every touch leaving trails of goosebumps.
"S-Sugu... wh-what?" You manage to mumble, as he stands now, and Satoru's tapping your hip, leaning up and smirking at you, blue eyes glittering as he strokes your waist. Satoru stands now with him, both of their bodies so goddamn gorgeous your pussy throbs for more, glistening with sweat and chiseled.
"C'mere, pretty." Satoru says, picking you up effortlessly, your thighs squeeze around his hips nervously, Suguru comes right behind you now, helping him hold you up by your thighs as you cling to Satoru's neck, pressing you between them both.
"What are you both... you can't just hold me and..."
"Oh yes we can, look how small you are compared to us." Suguru murmurs behind you, right in your ear, as his cock is pressing against the little puckered hole of your ass, and Satoru is pressing his tip into you're sore pussy. Your eyes go wide and you gasp, Satoru's eyes look fucking insane as they hold you up like you are nothing, shoving his cock inside you now, making you scream out.
Your head falls back against Suguru's chest, eyes rolling back into your head, screaming as Satoru fills you like this, your hands helplessly clinging to Satoru's perfect pale skin. While Suguru shoves his tip into your tiny hole, stretching and burning, they both moan now, kissing your neck on either side, as you roll your hips, filled by both of their huge cocks.
"C-can't... too much! F-fuck..." You cry out, trembling, but they both laugh softly now, taunting you and making you even wetter as they press deeper.
"You can take it, can't you Princess? You're so good for us. Look, how happy you're making Satoru." You barely open your eyes, seeing Satoru's hunger, as you feel Suguru's desire behind you. Satoru leans his lips right against yours, you taste his breath.
"You'll love it, pretty little slut." Satoru whispers, slamming his lips, as Suguru bites your neck, then they both sink in both your holes, filling you so much you can't breathe.
"Ah!" Your cries are intermingled with their chuckles, as you wonder what their devious asses are thinking, wondering if you can take two strong men holding you, filling you so goddamn good, and did they... did they plan this shit!? "You two... ah... I..."
"Just getting started with you."
Disclaimer I guess- Yandere behavior isn't cool IRL, just in fiction with Gojo and Geto lmaoo <3
Tag lists seem to not work so I'm tagging in the comments!
#satosugu x you#satosugu x reader#yandere satosugu#yandere gojo#yandere geto#satoru gojo x you#gojo x reader smut#geto x gojo x reader#jujustu kaisen#jjk#jjk smut#geto smut#gojo smut
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okay so i was rereading in the MOB tag (as one does) and i saw a tag you wrote of not making MOB a ghoap series but iâm going feral at the thought so please please please just a small glimpse as to what that may look like okay smooches
this is not canon mail-order bride, i'm looking at you đ«” horny people
"'ow is she?"
he peeks around the corner, eyeing the kitchen. you're standing there at the counter, apron fastened around your waist as you melt chocolate over a double boiler at the stove.
"makin' fuckin' brownies again, sir," johnny mutters. "always makin' tha' fuckin' chocolate when yer not around."
"wot's tha' supposed ta mean?"
"means i'm getting fuckin' fat, ye knob," johnny scoffs, smoothing a hand down his full stomach. you keep him fed. you're used to it, making enough food to feed a six-person family, and johnny is insatiable. the full english breakfasts, the meat pies and steaks and the variety of ways you can prepare potatoes, it's making it hard to do anything but sleep and wear nothing but loose clothing. and dessert--you make them everyday, trying new recipes, going through his entire cupboard of baking supplies, and for two weeks now, it's been nothing but chocolate.
brownies. cookies. fudge. cupcakes. truffles. you've made it your mission to douse everything in chocolate (dark, simon's favorite), and it's driving johnny mad. not even his mother feeds him this way.
"just misses me, johnny," simon murmurs. the connection crackles, and johnny shakes his head as he watches you spoon the melted chocolate into a bowl. chocolate mousse tonight, is what you said. "she knows tha's my favorite."
"chocolate, sir? tha' simple?"
"tastes better with her cunt, but it holds on its own, i suppose."
"bleedin' christ," johnny hisses, looking away from you, pressing his back to the wall. "dinnae say that."
"why?" simon asks. "'aven't had it yet, tha' it?"
johnny pauses. he swallows, blinking, moving into the other room so he can clear his throat.
"the fuck are ye on about?" he murmurs. "tha's yer--"
"ohhhhhh..." simon grunts. "i see. ya lied ta me, johnny."
"what?!"
"did i fuckin' stutter?" simon snaps. "ya lied. i ask ya ta take care of my wife, and ya disobey me. direct fuckin' order, and ya can't even be bothered."
"yer crazy," johnny murmurs. "fuckin' crazy."
"if she's makin' chocolate still, means she's sad," simon bites back. "fix it."
does pussy really pair well with chocolate?
when simon calls the following night, johnny anticipates the question.
"'n wot's on the menu tonight, aye?"
johnny swipes his thumb over his bottom lip, watching you in the kitchen again. you're staring right at him as a dollop of jam falls on the curve of your tits, and he locks eyes with you as you pick it up with your finger and lick over it.
"strawberry...think 's strawberry shortcake, sir."
"mmm." simon sounds pleased. "you'll save me a bite then, won't ya, johnny?"
"a-aye."
"good boy, johnny."
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Mafia!au part 5!
A bit of fluff, a bit of drama, a bit of Soap!
Content: Attempted Gaslighting, Violence
âGooood morning, sir!â you sing as you sweep into Mr. Priceâs office. âAnd happy birthday!â
His head shoots up from whatever he was brooding over, brows arched high in genuine shock. Surprise is a good look on him.
âHow the bloody hell did you know itâs my birthday?â he demands, sitting back in his chair.
You beam, sauntering right up to his desk. His eyes flick to the round white box balanced on top of your tablet. Nothing big, a little something you baked at home after a couple dissatisfying trials.
âItâs my job to know,â you reply easily.
He blinksâ a habit you flatter yourself thinking he might have picked up from you. âWhat else do you know about me?â
You tilt your head at him, a smug curve to your lips.
âJust the basics. Your full name and birthday,â you demure. Hold up your free hand and start rattling off on your fingers. âHeight, allergies, tea preference, pastry preference, blood type, drink of choiceâŠâ
You set the box in front of him and resettle your tablet in the crook of your arm. He stares at you for a beat, expression bleached from surprise to outright shock. You spin your stylus around your fingers.
âWhich is why I made you a marble cake with whiskey instead of rum.â
His eyes lock onto the unassuming white box. Itâs not a big cake by any means, about six inches in diameter and only one layer. Just a small something for Price to have for himself. God knows the rest of the boys (and Farah) get enough treats from you as it is.
âYou made this?â he asks, leaning a bit forward.
âYessir,â you declare, âand Iâm pretty good at it too. Perks of stress baking.â
He runs a hand down his face, as if his beard got ruffled. âChrist, you need a raise.â
âYes. Anyway â Iâll get you a plate after Iâm done,â you say, swatting at his curious hand. He huffs but sits back to give you his full attention. You smile in reward and begin reciting his schedule for the day.
He listens, only interrupting when he needs clarification on little details. You try not to be too endeared by the way his eyes occasionally flick to the covered cake. When you finish, you twitch your nose at him knowingly.
âIâll get you a plate before I get started on that expense summary,â you say, turning on your heel.
You hum in surprise when a large, calloused hand catches your wrist. Itâs not the hand of a businessman, you think, but a man used to work. A man who does the hard things for himself. Before meeting John Price, you would have scoffed at the thought of a rich man knowing labor. Price though⊠well, heâs been proving to be a welcome exception since the very start.
âThank you for this, love,â he says, voice hitting that tone and pitch that makes your insides squirm. He caresses his thumb over the tender skin before releasing you. âReally.â
You can already feel the blush climbing up the back of your neck, over your ears, creeping onto your cheeks. Canât ever catch a break with him.
âWell, donât thank me âtil youâve tried it,â you try to deflect.
âWerenât you the one saying youâre decent at baking.â
âYeah, well⊠maybe I poisoned you or something â for that time you closed my skirt in the door.â
He sputters a bit. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from giggling at the indignance on his face. Such a handsome, almost regal man. You love to rile him up.
âI apologized. Profusely.â
And offered to buy you a new skirt entirely. The way youâd shrieked that that was not an appropriate response made Soap choke with laughter as people stared.
âYeah, well, I hold a grudge,â you reply, shrugging.
Itâs true, but not about things like that. Graves and his assistant? Oh, thatâs practically a blood feud at this point. A silly little accident where your boss left a crease in your fourth favorite skirt? Thatâs not even something to forgive him for, but you sure as hell will never forget. Especially when he still seems mildly sheepish about it.
âYou wouldnât be the first,â he grumbles. Youâre not sure if heâs talking about grudges or poisoning, but the dramatics finally make you laugh.
âBut I could be the last,â you call over your shoulder as you flounce out.
Not for long though, returning with a disposable fork from the breakroom. Thereâs something amusing to only you about a man in a thousand-pound suit using cheap plastic.
âCome to see me keel over for yourself, then?â he asks.
âWell, I canât have you getting cake crumbs on the expense reports,â you reason.
Heâs already got the lid open. No icing on the cake â youâre shit at decorating, so you chose a recipe without icing. The flavor of the whiskey and sugar should be plenty. To make up for it, you folded a tiny placard and wrote âHappy Birthday, Boss!â in your best loopy cursive.
He takes the fork, fingers brushing yours in the process. You remind yourself not to snatch your hand away like a scandalized Victorian lady. Christ, you really need to get it together.
âTell me how you like it,â you say, making to leave again.
âCome try it yourself,â he protests.
You pause, give him an amused look. âI didnât actually poison it, sir. Youâve not done anything that heinous. Yet.â
He snorts, carefully digging out a respectable bite from the edge. âIf you see fit to toss a little rat poison in, then Iâll likely having it coming.â
You hum. âArsenic is more my style. Classic.â
In the corner of the room, Simon makes a little noise youâve come to recognize as repressed laughter. You shoot him a quick, amused look, before shifting your attention back as Price gestures with the fork.
âRegardless, you should get a little taste of the fruits of your labor,â he offers.
The fruits of your labor, you think with a bit of regret, will be his enjoyment of your baking. Youâre not sure when his admiration became your favorite part of the day, but youâre spoiled for positive feedback from your otherwise stern boss.
âYou first,â you insist, âitâs your birthday after all.â
He keeps unnerving eye contact as he brings the bite to his mouth, tongue flicking out to catch any spare crumbs. He hums, eyes closing a for a second in enjoyment, before opening and fixating on you again.
âThatâs bloody brilliant, love.â
He scoops up another piece, brings it right to your mouth. You hurry to put a hand beneath in case it falls; donât even think before parting your lips. Sugar and whiskey, chocolate and vanilla, burst across your tongue.
âOh!â you hum, hiding your mouth while you chew. âThat is pretty good.â
It only occurs to you as he takes another bite for himself, a twinkle in his eye, that you just ate after him. Used the same fork like it was nothing, like thatâs an acceptable thing to do as his assistant. Youâre not squeamish by any means, no. Itâs just⊠itâs gotta be crossing some sort of professional line. You canât imagine any of your previous bosses ever sharing with you like this.
âLet me tell you, if you did poison it,â he muses, âI wouldnât mind it being the last thing I ate.â
You roll your eyes, swat lightly at his arm again. âI told you; itâs not poisoned.â
âI know, you just took a bite,â he answers smugly.
You click your tongue at him, playing at exasperated. âIâm going to work now.â
âTa, love.â
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âOi, liâl miss?â
You glance up at Soap curiously.
(Recognize, in the back of your mind, that itâs a nickname thatâs not only spread â thanks, Simon â but that youâre responding to as quickly as your own name now. You should probably feel some type of way about that. Probably righteously annoyed or something. You donât.)
Soap is standing at your desk, shifting from foot to foot. Uneasy. But the expression on his usually friendly face isnât nervous. Itâs⊠something else. Something you donât know how to decipher but makes you sit up a bit straighter, alert.
âWhatâs up, buttercup?â you ask, voice light.
âThereâs some bloke down in the lobby, says heâs got a date with you?â he explains, frowning deeper than youâve ever seen.
It gets deeper â and angrier â when he sees the blood drain from your face. You push your chair away from your desk to hide the tremble thatâs trying to infest your hands.
Absolutely not. This is your place of work, dammit. Where youâre calm and collected, the person anyone can turn to for solutions. Youâve worked so hard to craft this sleek vessel of professional grace and youâre not about to have it sullied like this.
âHe does not have a date with me,â you state, keeping your voice flat and tight. âWould you come down with me, please?â
ââCourse,â he replies instantly.
You stop by Priceâs office, knock twice, then poke your head in when he calls for entry.
âIâve just got to pop out for a moâ,â you explain, âIâll be right back!â
He nods and you duck out again before he can notice anything amiss. For a rich bastard, heâs too observant of others. (Especially you.)
âWhatâs he here fer, then?â Soap asks in the elevator.
You let out an annoyed puff of air. âA reality check, I assume.â
He side-eyes you but doesnât ask any further before the doors open.
Sure enough, standing in the lobby, is the last man you want to see. Your ex, Brandon.
âThere you are, bunny. Youâve been keeping me waiting forââ
âOne, do not call me that. Itâs inappropriate,â you interrupt, crisp and sharp. âTwo, I havenât been keeping you waiting, because thereâs nothing to wait for. Three, get out.â
He rolls his eyes, that smarmy curve to his lips never leaving. You donât think heâs even noticed Soap just behind you yet.
âLook, I know youâre still in a mood about everything,â he says, âbut thatâs why Iâm taking you out. To smooth things over. Clear the air, and all that.â
âYouâre not taking me out,â you repeat. âGet out.â
He crosses his arms, tilting his head in that condescending way youâve always despised. It sets your teeth on edge, makes you burn with anger.
âThis isnât your building,â he goads, âyou canât kick me out.â
âMight as well be hers, mate,â Soap interjects, âshe could kick out the goddamn queen.â
Brandonâs focus shifts to him. You feel a curl of vindictive satisfaction when his expression curdles a bit. Soap may not be a particularly tall man, but he can be intimidating. Built thick and strong, doesnât bother to conceal his physique at all with his sleeves rolled up his forearms. And youâre not oblivious to his looks either. Soap is a handsome man. A walking ego bruise for a man like your ex.
âFine,â he huffs, âthen come outside so we can talk like adults.â
You click your tongue, fold your hands behind your back to conceal the way your fingers clench into fists. âWe did talk like adults. You just failed to listen like one.â
And ohhhh, the petty satisfaction that bubbles through you at the way his teeth click in shock, a flush of embarrassed anger curtaining his face.
âNow, Iâll ask one more time and then my coworker is going to toss you out himself.â Soap chooses that moment to crack his knuckles. âLeave this building. Youâre not welcome.â
You drop your arms and turn on your heel, ready to get back to work and compartmentalize this until youâve got a fuck-off sized glass of wine in front of you.
âHey, weâre notââ
Even if you did see what happened, you donât think you could have followed. It happens so fast. One second, Soapâs eyes are on you. Burning with questions and fury on your behalf, checking that youâre okay. The next, heâs darted past you. Thereâs a scuffle, fancy shoes squeaking on polished floors, a thick, wet pop. Then Brandon is shouting in pain.
You jump, twist to see what the commotion is. Soapâs got a white-knuckled grip on Brandonâs extended wrist â though now itâs bent at an awful angle, you realize he must have been reaching for you. Your skin crawls.
âAway ân bile yer heid,â Soap growls, shoving Brandon back roughly.
He doesnât fall on his ass but itâs a near thing. With the eyes of reception, a few employees, and you on him, he spits a curse at Soap and retreats. You stare after for a moment, lips parted in shock.
âAll set, miss?â Soap asks, adjusting his sleeves.
âUm, yeah,â you say. Blink and pull yourself together. âI mean, yes. Letâs head back up before the boss misses us.â
He places a hand on the small of your back on the short walk back. It feels grounding rather than proprietary; youâre grateful for it. He lasts until the doors close before turning to you.
âThe hell was that about, lass?â
You sigh, smooth your skirt down for lack of anything else to do. âThat was my ex. He wants to⊠reconcile, I suppose. And heâs quite keen on getting his way.â
Soap mutters a few choice words under his breath. Scottish slang, you suspect. Youâll have to get him to teach you sometime.
âAnyway, thank you for your help,â you continue, eyes on the elevator doors. âI canât believe he showed up here. Iâm so embarrassed.â
âYouâve nothinâ to be embarrassed about, hen,â he protests. âHeâs the creeper here.â
You sigh. âI know, I just⊠you donât think less of me, do you? That I didnât⊠take care of him myself.â
Soapâs expression softens. He draws you into a quick one-armed hug. âYou did take care of âim, far as Iâm concerned. I was just there to enforce. No need to mess up yer pretty nails, aye?â
You smile, small but genuine. âThanks, again.â
âAnytime, liâl miss.â
The elevator chimes as it reaches the top floor. You turn to Soap just before the doors open.
âOh, and please donât tell the boss.â
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|pt 2|
humming the smooth melodies of jhenĂ© aikoâs music, you slowly walk down the aisles of the bookstore, picking up books and looking at the back reading the synopsis, this morning you woke up and decided you wanted to go to the mall..
usually you go with your bestie but sheâs been in florida all week, so you decided to go by yourself, this was a little anxiety inducing but you went straight to your safe haven.. barnes and nobles.. where you can pick any escape you want
you decided you wanted to pick up some romance novels, it probably having to do with it being february and your new found crush but your gonna be delusional and pretend thatâs not the case..
you think about him as you look through the books, you havenât seen him at school all week and you feel worried? itâs odd because you wouldnât have noticed before but now itâs different..
you havenât attempted to text him out of fear, but you notice he hasnât texted you either, it hurts a bit and deep down you canât help but feel like it was too good to be true..
you shake the thoughts away and collect your books and head to the cashier..
connie silently follows the guards as they lead him out to intake, heâd been locked up the past few, some bullshit about a warrant.. he knew that was a lie.. he knew they needed to get him on something, but unfortunately for them he has one the best lawyers in the country..
he smiles when the guard roughly uncuffs him, muttering for him to get dressed.. the guards leave and immediately he shoves off the jumpsuit wrapped around his waist pulling on his cargos and tee he was last in, he opens the ziplock baggie with his phone in it, calling his employee, he tucks the phone between his ear and shoulder and laces up his shoes
âsir?â
âim out, send the carâ
connie hangs up and shoves the phone in his pocket along with his keys and wallet and zips up his jacket, before pressing the button notifying he was done changingâ
ââââââââââââââââââââââââââ
you hop off the bus, and start walking back to your house, you carry the few bags of things you bought and shiver at the bite of the cold
âoh nahâ you whisper and start to walk a bit faster
a few blocks in you feel the urge to look behind you, you peep a hellcat going slow down the street but you donât recognize it exactly, you think thatâs odd so you keep walking silently keeping note, starting to feel paranoid you turn around again and itâs still following you.. not knowing what to do you keep walking faster until the car finally pulls up next to you and rolls down the window, you prepare to tell the whoever in the car off until you hear
âhey mamaâ
you stop dead in your tracks and turn to look at the man youâve been thinking about this whole week
âconnie?â
you walk closer to the car and he puts it in park and gets out, before leaning on the door, he smiles
âyou missed me?â
wanting to say yes you shrug and say
âwhere you been? i havenât seen you at school since last weekâ
he slowly slides his hands in his pockets and looks at you for a beat and says
âi was locked up, got pulled over on a warrant or sumn, but i got out quick because they had nothing to stand onâ
you brows slightly furrow âjail? what kind of warrant did they say it was?â
connie slowly walks closer to you and, softly grabs the bags from your hand and nods towards his car..
âcmon, take a ride wit me real quickâ
he goes around the other side of the car opening the door, before you slip inside, he places the bags on your lap and mutters a âseatbeltâ and shuts the door quickly walking around to his side and looking around before slipping in the car, the car starts and plays loud drill music before he quickly turns it down and pulls off..
âyou didnât answer my question..â you say softly looking at him
his jaw ticks for a second and his thumb taps the wheel, âion want you to worry about that aight?â he shootâs a lazy look towards you..
âshould i worry about itâ he shakes his head no and you ask..
âis it gonna happen again?â he softly licks his lips and says âiâm gonna make sure it doesnâtâ
you look in his eyes as he says that and you get the slightest flash of something sinister behind them, that erupts butterflies in your belly and you softly squeeze your thighs together
âokayâ you whisper, and he looks at you again with a slight smile..
after 20 mins of driving you finally ask with a little laugh âwhere we going?â he pulls up to a parking garage entrance and pulls in before saying
âmy cribâ your heart skips a beat and, your feel yourself get a bit hot.. âohâ you whisper
âis that okay?â he asks with a teasing smile, pulling into a parking space, âyea i just didnât expect thatâ
âdonât worry your safe, your always safe wit meâ
you look up at him with a bright smile, and connie nearly wants to fall to his knees, he looks at the brightness in your eyes before it quickly lowers to your lips and he looks away, almost wanting to laugh at how smitten youâve gotten him..
he opens your door, taking your hand and you walk away hearing the car lock, he leads you to an elevator, and he presses the fob to the button and presses the 10th floor..
you feel his thumb softly go back and forth on the back of your hand âyou cold?â he says softly and you nod.. âi could tell when you were outsideâ he shrugs off his big carthartt jacket and drapes it over your shoulder.. the elevator dings and he pulls you into the hallways stopping at his apartment door, pulling out his keys, unlocking it and nodding you inside
you walk through the door looking around, it smells just like him, the fresh masculine smell, slightly twinged with weed, he kicks he shoes off and you do the same, pulling off your hot pink crocs and neatly placing them next to his shoesâŠ
âso did you just get home today?â
âyea a few hours ago actually, i havenât been home in a week, i fucking missed itâ he pulls off his hoodie causing his shirt to lift under it and you catch a glimpse of his happy trail.. you want to scream because you find that so attractive but you look away fighting back a smile..
you walk further into the seemingly large apartment, looking around at the masculine decor, the black couches and large tv mounted on the wall, you slowly turn and notice a book shelf, you slowly walk towards it, hearing connie in the back opening a fridge.. you graze your fingers on the books about finance, stock investing⊠and your finger stops on a book about secret societyâs.. you look back at connie before you keep scanning the books.. others filled law.. others about cars and gunsâŠ
âyou like to read?â you ask connie
âthatâs how i learn, knowledge is powerâ connie says as he stands behind you, slowly dragging his hand up your arm.. then slowly moving your braids to one side.. and dragging his lips up your neck inhaling your sent at the same time..
you let out a slow breath.. and you feel his large hands slowly press against your lower belly, and you feel heat slowly pool there..
âyour so beautiful you know that?â
you softly smile.. âsometimes i donâtâ
he softly pause before slowly turning your face towards his.. âiâm gonna ensure you doâ
he looks in your eyes for a beat before letting your face go, âim gonna hop in the shower rq, then weâre gonna dip aight?â
you let a breath âmhmâ you nod for reassurance and he smiles a bit before turning around and walking down the hall..
ââââââââââââââââââââââââââ
10 mins later you sitting on his couch tapping through stories.. you start to think about who connie is.. he got out of jail today and you still have yet to know what.. and.. and that phone call! the last time you were in the car together he told you the same thing âdonât worry about itâ do you trust him enough to not worry about it? are you going to let curiosity kill the cat?
you hear the bathroom door open cutting your thoughts short, you look up at connie.. the towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets rolling down his abs.. gold chain dangling around his neck.. and his tattoos.. god you love his tattoos.. a snake winding around his arm.. a cross on the side of his neck and a large chest and back piece..
âi can feel you staring pretty girlâ
you immediately look away feeling your body heat up from embarrassment.. he laughs a bit and shakes his head.. âitâs okay.. i stare tooâ you softly turn towards him and look in his eyes.. âi really like your tattoosâ
âoh yeah?â âyeahâ you whisper back shyly and he smiles at that, connie likes making you nervous.. he likes catching you stare and that little dazed look on your face..
âyour gonna come wit me to pick sumn up, and we gon get food after or sumn aight?â
âyou know.. you never ask.. you just tellâ you say with a teasing smile..
âwould you like me to ask? even if i knew the answer alreadyâ
âwhat makes you think iâll say yes?â
âyou havenât said no yet..â
âmaybe i willâ
âwell let me know when you decide to do thatâ
you roll your eyes and connie slightly smirks before walking into his room and changing clothes, he goes into his closet looking behind him before grabbing his piece and tucking it his pants, he covers it with his shirt and grabs a thick jacket and pulls on his timbs..
he sprays some of his cologne and slips on his rings and opens his nightstand and grabs his other phone slipping it in his pocket and leaving..
he walks out the room and sees you still patiently waiting on the couch, hearing your nails tap against the screen.. âcmon mamaâ
he watches your pretty head snap up, you quickly hop up, pulling up your pink sweatpants and rounding the couch walking towards him..
he grabs your hand and you walk out the door together, heading to the elevator and eventually ending up in the parking garage again, this time getting into a different car, he quickly pulls out, nodding to the security guard and pulling into the street..
he zooms pass other cars as he picks up his phone from the cup holder, calling someone..
he looks around before he turns, and starts to speak
âim pulling up, have it readyâ soon after he pulls into a warehouse building, you hear his tires crackle against the the gravel and a man stands there holding a large black duffel bag, connie rolls down the window, dapping the man up before reaching down and opening his trunk, silently plopping the back the trunk and shutting it, without another word he begins to walk inside, connie pulls out the driveway pulling out into the street again..
you almost open your mouth to ask whatâs in the bag but you choose not too, do you really want to know? do you need to know? it seems connie doesnât think you do.. so you stay quiet..
connie softly looks over to you.. âwhatchu want to eat?â you smile a bit thinking about it âmmm i dunno you pickâ he shrugs and smiles âi donât care about what i eat, iâve been eating prison food for a weekâ
you think about it, and you smile getting an idea âlet me cook for youâ connie slightly pauses and looks over at you, his heart slightly soars and he says âforreal?â âmhmâ you nod and connie looks at you with an amused expression on his face, like thereâs an inside joke heâs having with himself..
âaight, betâ he quickly makes a u-turn zooming pass cars and soon after pulls into a whole foods.. he parks and nods for you to get out too, you walk hand in hand inside the store and you grab a basket quickly pulling on his hand, leading him to where you need to go..
you stand in the aisle looking at different types of beans as connie stands close behind you, softly rubbing your back âwhat are you making?â
ârice and beans with jerk chickenâ he groans softly and whispers âsheeshâ you smile and continue shopping, quickly grabbing all the ingredients and heading to self check out, connie helps scan and pays of course and you quickly put the bags in the car and head back to his place..
the tv is playing in the back as you cut up vegetables, the meat is already marinating in the fridge, and your just focusing on the rice and beans at this point, connie is standing next to you washing the rice..
connie loves this, cooking with someone, allat wifey shit.. that gets him bad, he hears you giggle at a joke from the show and he smiles, when you proposed the idea of cooking for him he almost fell in love with you on the spot, he likes that wifey shit because he knows he can match that energy by providing, heâs always wanted to be that.. a provider.. itâs just in his nature, he knows dudes who want a wife but act like bums when the opportunity arises, nah heâs gon take care of you back.. always.
he finishes cooking the rice and looks over to you âyou need me to do something else?â you finish giggling at the joke and shake your head no âno thank youâ you say sweetly.. and he nods before pressing a kiss to your cheek.. âiâm gonna be in my room aight?â âmhmâ you nod and he walks down the hallway as you cook..
an hour later your rolling balls of cookie dough and placing them on the baking sheet in front of you, you hear the door open and connieâs comes out the room, he changed into grey sweats and a wife beater he smells the kitchen âdamn itâs smells good in hereâ
you smile and grab the sheet, placing it in the oven and go to the sink to rinse your hands off âwe can eat the food is done, i was just making some cookiesâ
he walks behind you, reaching up grabbing two plates and forks handing them to you, you go over to the pots on the stove and start making his plate..
âyou eat alot? you ask and he walks up behind you softly rubbing your lower back âmhmâ he hums and you start to put more rice and another piece of chicken and you hand him his plate before making yours..:
you end up on his couch, he puts on a movie and you start to eat.. âyou wanna smoke?â he asks and you smile âyou stay trynna get me highâ he laughs and shakes his head before reaching on his coffee table, grabbing a box and starting to roll up, he sparks it and hits it before passing it to you, you pass it back and forth until your both faded and you start eating
connie takes his first bite and groans softly, pointing and nodding at the food âthis is so fucking good mamaâ you smile knowing that itâs good and you take your fist bite âshiiitâ you say and you both laugh high asf..
you talk and eat for the rest of the evening, you open up about yourselves, telling each other things about your insecurities, your outlook on life.. who you want to be as people, and that draws you closer, you both begin to understand that your just people that want love, and company and support.. and that connects with both of you, both of you falling deeper and deeper and not even realizing it..
you and connie cuddle, both wrapped around each other eating the warm cookies fresh out the oven, the high still hitting, you feel his hand softly rub small circles on your hips, and you feel butterflies erupt in your belly, and heat slowly trickling down..you softly adjust yourself, and connie notices looking down, he softly smiles and against his better judgement he slides his palm down, softly rubbing your lower belly, his pinkie lightly grazing under the waistband on your sweats and you softly bite your lip..
you reach back softly, and rub his hand on your belly, softly rubbing it, connie softly presses a kiss to your cheek, slowly moving down to your neck, nipping and sucking softly, your eyes lower and you shudder, you softly turn around, sitting up and connie follows,
you slowly climb on his lap, and his hands immediately finds your waist, you both hold eye contact only breaking it it look at each others lips,he leans in looking up at you for consent, you softly nod and he captures your lips in a kiss, you kiss him back the kiss is slow and sensual, as if your both making a map, slowly figuring each other out.. his tongue grazes your lower lip and you open your mouth , you tongues now dancing around each other, you slowly roll your hips into his his, and that sends a sharp shiver down your spine.. you almost gasp at it..
he hands slides up your chest and up to your neck, grabbing it and squeezing it, pulling you closer, the pace of the kiss becoming faster, more passionate..he softly pulls back softly biting your lip before kissing you again.. you wrap your arms around his neck, your nails grazing against the nape of his neck, causing him to shudder and his bulge under you twitching, this slightly intimidates you.. your a virgin and all of this is new to you.. your just going with the flow.. but damn does it feel good.. it feels better than any words youâve ever read when reading your silly little romance novels.. even better than when you touch yourself late at night..
you slowly pull away, a string of saliva connecting you both, not wanting you to separate, his eyes are low and filled with lust.. he leans back and groans softly rubbing your ass âyou gonna drive me crazy mamaâ your face heats and you smile âyeah?â you whisper sweetly while you softly rub his chest..
he watches you, and you lean in, laying your head on his chest, he softly rubs your back.. this combined with the weed and food, starts making you sleepy, your eyes begin to lower and connie notices..
âyou can sleep baby, iâll drop you off laterâ you sleepily nod and you feel connie pull a blanket over you and press a kiss to your forehead.. and you drift off to sleep, feeling safe and warm..
|a/n|
yalll! did you miss me?? hehehe i donât think you guys understand the bull i just went through!!! tumblr dead deleted half my draft! iâm officially traumatized guys! i see why you guys write in word or like google docs or sumn! but i just wanted to say thank you for over 1000 notes on soft thug 1!! like ermmm i did NOT expect that thank you so much guys!! ily đ©·
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OMG OMG OMG band!rafe overstimulating you after you flirted with another guy at his show
đ„- đž Band!Rafe who is just so mean ;(
Warnings - 18+ MDNI - Porn with little plot, No Established Relationship (But they both act like it), Hair pulling, Name calling (Whore, Dumb Bitch, Babydoll, Mine, Little thing, Angel, Baby, Sweet thing), Degradation, Slight Praise, Spit, Fingering, Sir kink, Slapping, Biting, Oral (Fem Receiving), Overstimulation. - NOT PROOF READ <3
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A/N - I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK!!! I FEAR YOU COOKED!..
You shouldâve expected it, it was your fault after all! You wanted to be all cute nâshit and flirt with a guy at Rafeâs show? Nah, that wasnât how this worked; he wasnât going to let that slide.
A harsh slap arrived to your face.
âPay attention, fuck is wrong with you, huh?â He spat and gripped at your scalp. It hurt so bad, but felt so good.. Maybe you needed to flirt with guys more often, but that was just a thought. You wouldnât dare say it to his face. He looked so delicious in that dirty white wife beater. The sweat on his tan skin, you could see the way his muscles flexed when he pulled your hair.
âYouâre such a whore, yaâknow that right? Flirting with that dumbass at my show. Is this what you wanted? You wanted me to come find you when I was done. Treat you like the dumb bitch you are?â
He snorted when all he got was a shaky nod on your end. Another tug of your pretty locks, rushing you to stand up. He didnât care that your mascara was smeared from him making you cry. If anything it turned him on more. You deserved this. So when he dragged you off to a bedroom in this huge house. You didnât complain. You knew better.
âSpeak to me babydoll,â he whispered into the crook of your neck. You were laid so pretty underneath him. His words were the opposite of the foul language he spoke earlier.
âJusâ want you to pay attention to me, nâ love on me.â
He hummed softly at your soft spoken words. Kissing down your neck and stopping to bite down hard where your neck and shoulder connected. Causing a harsh gasp to leave your throat and that sadistic grin to cover his face. He snickered and kissed the area. Which was red with his bite mark imprinted into your skin.
âYouâre mine, yaâknow that right?â The question was inevitable.
âIâm yours.â
But your response was heavenly. The blonde man grinned, diving down between your legs. Your legs were spread and shoved upwards. His rough fingers toying with your clothed cunt. Rubbing slow and steady over the wet patch, making you whine.
âRafe just hurry up!â
âTsk, such a needy little thing. You want my attention that bad? Donât worry, Iâll make you regret it.â
And did he keep his word⊠your panties were torn off of your legs. His fingers making quick work at spreading your folds so he could see your fluttering hole. The scoff that left him was embarrassing, even more so when it was because of how wet you were. He rolled his tongue and seconds later there was a glob of spit sliding down your clit, headed towards your pretty hole.
Rafe hummed to himself, his thumb running over the dripping spit and shoving it into you. A soft gasp leaving your lips when he replaced his thumb with two fingers. One of your legs was thrown over his shoulders, allowing him to kiss up and down your inner thigh. Occasionally leaving bite marks while he thrusted his fingers into you.
âDoing sâgood fâme, right angel?â
A grin forming on his face when you moaned out a yes. His teeth grazing your inner thigh.
âYes what?â His voice was low and gravelly.
âYes sir!â You rushed out, head thrown back into the pillow. Your pretty fingers tangled in his dark blonde hair.
A soft huff of enjoyment left the manâs lips. But not before your hips bucked up. The soft kisses he was leaving so close to your clit was just too much. Occasionally kissing it when he wasnât rubbing the bud with his thumb. You just wanted to cum⊠was that too much to ask for?
âRafe,â a whining plead left your lips. His pretty blue eyes glaring up at you. âWanna cum,â you whined, hips bucking up towards his face. His hands roughly pushing them back down.
âYou wanna cum that bad?â He teased, watching the tears and watery black mascara run down your face. Loud whines and moans echoing around the room as you nodded. âMm, donât worry baby. You willâ he confirmed.
Moments later his pretty nose bumped your clit when he dropped his head down. Earning a loud moan from you. He grinned and licked upwards, stopping on your clit, drawing figure eights with his tongue. You couldnât help but tug on his hair, making him grunt. The gasps and moans that left your lips were heavenly. He didnât want to stop. Even after your first orgasm approached and you came all over his face.
âThatâs my girl.â He murmured into your pretty pussy, lapping up every drop of your cum. Just as you went to sit up, he yanked your legs back down over his shoulders, his fingers were long withdrawn from you. Both of his hands kept a harsh grip on your thighs.
âRafe- RafeRafe!â Your shouts were relentless but he didnât let up. Tugging on his scalp was your only option but it didnât seem to help. Just made him want more. He finally pulled back, giving your clit a second to rest before his thumb found the bud.
âWhat is it? Hm, sweet thing?â His wet lips kissed up and down your inner thighs. âYou wanted my attention, Iâm giving it to you.â and before you could speak he went back to lapping at your dripping cunt. Not giving you a break.
Your second orgasm was pulled from you quickly after. And then your third. And then you lost count. All your mushy brain could remember was Rafe letting up when he finally got you to squirt on his face.
He was just giving you the attention you wanted <3 even if that meant you getting overstimulated.
You werenât done yet either⊠he still had to get his nut in.
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Destroy Me More
noah sebastian x readerÂ
Content warning: smut (clearly), oral (f. & m. receiving) fingering, squirting
word count: 1.6k
MINORS DNI 18+
it surprised everyone when you two got together because everyone said the same thing every time. âhe seems so shy compared to you.â maybe everyone thought that because he mainly kept to himself and his friend group but no one knew how much control he truly had over you.Â
âjust imagine the look on everyoneâs faces if they knew how much of a slut you are for me.â he says as you run your tongue along his dick. you look up at him with big doe eyes and he smirks, he loves this sight and canât help but to tease you. you kiss the tip then begin to take him in your mouth, he grabs the back of your head with his tattooed hand to push you further and you breathe through your nose to help yourself as you begin to bob your head. his eyes canât help but to look at the bulge in throat caused by him.Â
he apologized when he heard you gag and wiped away the tears forming in your eyes. he usually didnât expect you to deep throat him but you just wanted to please him more than usual today. he felt heavy on your tongue and the way his hips twitched, you knew he was close. he pushes himself to the back of your throat when he cums so all you can do is swallow it. when he pulls away, you can feel a bit on the corner of your mouth which he cleans with his thumb and puts it in your mouth. you hum as you suck and he groans at the sight.
âyou just think youâre so fuckin cute, donât you?â his voice makes you whine and send shivers down your spine. âacting like a bitch in heat, just for me.â
âonly for you, sir.â those words set him off because the next thing you knew, you were on the bed with noahâs face right in front of yours.
pressing his lips against yours harshly and you give back the same passion. he pulled away to remove his shirt and you looked at him with pure lust swimming in your eyes. sitting up to get a better look at him, you ran your hands up his firm ink covered chest and cupped his face. lust may be the main feeling in your body right now but love was all you felt for him. his brown eyes almost looked black, his lips felt swollen as you ran your thumb over them, and his face was pink due to you studying him.
âi love you.â was all that you told before kissing him again.Â
âi love you too.â he spoke between kisses and he grinds his hips against yours which causes you to whine. his tongue moves against yours, your fingers threaded through his hair and tugged. he moans at the feeling, his hands moves down your body and runs his fingers lightly up your thigh. he purposely avoids touching where you need him and grips your hip instead. you pull away and whine at him.
âwhatâs wrong, my love?â he asks with false innocence.Â
ânow youâre just being mean.â you pout at him and he chuckles.Â
âI mean we can stop he-â âno!â You shout at him. âiâm sorry! i donât want you to stop.â
âask nicely and youâll get what you want.â he smirked as your face became flushed. âplease donât make me say it.â he hums at your response then starts getting up.
âcan you please touch me, sir?â you ask in a small voice as you grab his arm. âyou gotta say where baby.â he knew you hated saying where you wanted him, you got so embarrassed about it and he loves it.
âplease finger me, sir.â you whimper to him and he felt like he could cum again right then and there. âof course baby.â
he pushes you back down, leaving love bites on your neck, breasts, some on your navel while trailing down your body until he gets to the band of your underwear and then starts tugging them off. you lift your hips to help, he pulls them off and throws them somewhere behind him. when you spread your legs, you shiver due to the cool air and he smirks at how wet you already are. his thumb presses against your clit and you jolt at the feeling.Â
âmore, please!â he hasnât even started yet but you could cum just from this simple pleasure.
he starts rubbing in circles and your eyes closed while you cried out. His long slender finger soon enters you but with how wet you are, heâs able to add a second finger with no problem and curls them. the squelching sound made your face burn but the pleasure from feeling his fingers pumping and his thumb swirling your clit drowned out the embarrassment. he lifts your legs up which causes him to hit deeper and your moans became more high pitched as you got close. he chuckles at how cute you are. you felt him kiss your neck then nibble on your earlobe. his palm was getting soaked because of you.
ânoah, please.â you begged him while holding onto his arm.Â
âuse your words or else i donât know what you want.â he mocked, you felt like crying due to the pressure and need to cum.Â
âcan-can i please cum? please sir?â you opened your eyes to see him and he pecked your forehead.
âgood girl. now cum for me.â you closed your eyes then felt your mind go blank as you came though it felt way different from any other orgasm heâs given you before. he stared at your cunt as you started squirting on his fingers and moaned at the sight. he couldnât believe it honestly since it was the first time youâve done that.Â
â[y/n], are you still with me?â you heard noah ask and you whimpered as a response when he pulled his fingers out.Â
âare you okay?â he started to worry thinking he pushed you past your limit. your eyes fluttered open and sat up, when you saw the blanket was wet you felt bad.
âoh no, iâm so sor-â âlove, itâs fine. it was pretty hot actually.â he told you and you covered your face in embarrassment.Â
âno, donât do that.â he then removed your hands and held them, you looked up at him and saw that he was serious.
âi, uh, i didnât know that i could do that.â you sounded like a mouse speaking to him and he kissed your head.
âletâs stop here for toni-â âstop saying that!â he was surprised by your words.
âi donât wanna push your body anymore, love.â you know he was just looking out for you.
âbut i want your cock inside of me.â you pouted and he froze at how bold you were.Â
your back hit the mattress again, he lined himself up to your cunt then pushed into you. crying out, your nails dug into his back and he groaned. he was so big and no matter how wet you were, it still stung whenever he first entered you. even with closed eyes, you feel tears and noah wipes them away.Â
ânoah, youâre so big.â you whined to him and he scoffed.
âisnât this what you wanted? you know you can take it you little slut.â you already felt close again due to those words. his pace quickens, you could feel him hitting your cervix and you scream at the feeling. he couldnât help but love the sounds you were making and looked down to see himself poking out at the edge of your stomach. he grabbed one of your hands and you opened your eyes confused until he placed his hand on the bulge. so many new things tonight weâre happening and you couldnât help but love it.Â
âdo you feel me? can you feel me that deep inside of you?â he whispered in your ear.
âyes sir!â you cried, âi love it! i really do! please, please let me cum again.âÂ
âyou call that begging? try again slut.â you whined at him.
âNoah, noah,noah! please please please sir! i wanna cum and feel you cum inside me. make me yours please. please sir!â his dick twitched at your words while your back arched at the pleasure you were feeling. he pushed your legs up to your chest and thrusted harder.Â
âsir please!â you cried again feeling your orgasm creeping over the edge.
âcum now, slut.â is all he said before you felt yourself creaming on his cock and you could feel his cum spill inside of you. you moan at the feeling and he kisses you hard. once he pulls out, you both watch as his cum rushes out of your cunt and moans.Â
your body felt like it was on fire and noah could tell. he picked you up then carried you to the bathroom and started the shower.Â
âi can stand you know.â you said hoarsely which shocked you.
âiâll get you some medicine after we shower, love.â is all he said and he let you stand by yourself. after he washed you, he let you wash him but when you saw his back you gasped.Â
âwhatâs wrong?â he asked worriedly.
âuhm, i guess i got a little too excited because thereâs actually deep scratch marks on your back.â you told him and he laughed. after the shower, getting dressed, changing the sheets, eating, and him giving you medicine, you both finally laid back down.
âiâm sor-â âdonât apologize for going rough. i really enjoyed it.â you told him before the tiredness hit you.
âi love you.â he says and you smile.
âi love you too, noah. more than youâll ever know.â is the last thing you remember saying before falling asleep.Â
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1 am thoughts with kit;
nsfw
gwayne hightower
How much more dishonorable can he get?
Gwayne's lips are already locked to yours, what's the harm in your hand caressing the front of his breeches? Or letting his hips push into your touch? His hand gripping to your waist in an effort to keep you close to him while his thoughts scream to push you away.
He tries to voice it aloud, "I cannot be doing this," his words rushed and sloppy against your lips while you simply moan, tugging on the ties of his trousers.
His words do not hold any weight and he knows it. Gwayne knows you know it. Because he urges your hand down his pants, where you hold the heat of him, heavy in your hand and aching for a touch.
You're too wicked good at it, he thinks. He almost wants to name call you. Ask if you've whored yourself for others, but Gwayne does not want the answer to that. Instead, he revels in the quick strokes you give his cock, his head dropping to your shoulder so he does not look you in the eye.
"Quite worked up," you jest, only to get a strangled moan in response from him. He preens against you, his hips looking for more, so you give it. A small squeeze to his cock and a thumb over his leaking tip and you feel Gwayne's fingers dig tighter into your waist.
"This is just my hand, sir," you whisper to him, and he lets out a scoffed breath, but you speak before he can, "this is just my hand, my cunt wrapped around your cock would much tighter. Wetter. Could fuck you so hard, Gwayne, just ask me."
Your last words border on begging, though you never were one to beg. But Gwayne's kisses and his eagerness despite his inner turmoil were throughly soaking you. His cock heavy, big in your hand only made you more needy to have it stuffed inside of you.
He cannot respond to your words, mouth parted and finally looking at you. Your eyes are pleading with him and your hand fastens its pace. All he can do is moan and lean his head back down.
Cowardly. Too cowardly to give in. You push your pleas aside for now.
And when he cums, he cums hard, making a mess of himself and your hand, biting to your shoulder on instinct to stay quiet. He's too embarrassed, utterly baffled that eh gave into you and how good it felt to give in.
When you take your hand away, his senses snap into him and he fixes up his trousers despite the mess, his eyes glued to your hand, where some of his release lingers. He wants to tell you to stop when you lick it off, eyes locked to his. But Gwayne still cannot speak, until he clears his throat, "thank you. Don't speak on this."
You give him a look, but a smile etches onto your lips, "Never."
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mdni, read at your own risk. (yes. i am of legal age. yes, it's on my page.)
you planned to just bring him lunch and meet up with some friends, but your lips looked so pretty with the lip gloss you put on today. shoto couldn't resist wanting them on his dick.
you sit under his desk, his legs spread, bulge showing through his suddenly too-tight pants. you start by kissing the bulge, hearing him exhale shakily.
you bite his zipper and slowly pull it down. shoto gulps as you kiss the top of his shaft and begin working your way down.
he lets out a quiet groan, placing his elbow on the desk and gripping his face. "o-ohh.. shit."
you take him in, swiping your tongue around the tip, just how you know he likes it.
shoto throws his head back and groans in pleasure, threading his hand through your hair, gripping gently. "that's it.. oh, you're doing s-so.. fuck.. so well.. my love."
you hum, sending vibrations through his cock, making him jolt. you bob your head up and down, sucking on it.
he lets out little whimpers and moans your name. suddenly, a buzz is heard, then a voice: "hello sir, pro heroes deku, dynamight, and red riot are here to see you. shall i let them in?"
your dual haired husband curses under his breath, forgetting about the meeting. he's always on time for work. he knows if he doesn't let them in, they'll make up some ridiculous reason or force their way in.
shoto clears his throat, leans forward slightly, and tries to cover his blush. "let them in."
you take his cock out of your mouth and place small kisses on it. your husband makes a small noise of protest when he can't feel the warmth of your mouth anymore.
you hear the door open and heavy footsteps follow. "what the hell, icyhot? why the fuck aren't you answering your damn phone?"
you're not worried; you're completely covered by his desk. "sorry, i was busy."
"oh no, it's alright, shoto-kun! we just came by because we were worried," deku says, waving a hand with a comforting smile.
"yeah, todo-bro! we'll catch you up!" kirishima grins. you smirk slightly and take him in your mouth again. you feel him grip your hair tighter, but he doesn't stop you.
you lightly squeeze the base as you suck, making him cough slightly to cover a moan. "thank you."
as they catch up the dual-haired man on what he missed, he's barely listening.
finally, the pro heroes notice his weird behavior. "you sick or something, icyhot?" bakugo raises an eyebrow, glancing at shoto's blush.
"do you need water? we can get some for you," deku asks, looking concerned. he's so sweet, not knowing what's happening under the desk.
"n-no, i'm fine. i-" shoto cuts himself off as he feels his climax rising. "fuck-" he grips your hair harder, hiding his face with his other hand, gritting his teeth.
you do your best to help him finish faster, squeezing his balls and swirling your tongue around the tip.
"woah, shoto, dude. you okay?" kirishima asks. shoto grunts, finishing in your mouth. he exhales shakily, clears his throat, and avoids his friends' gazes.
you clean him up with your tongue, then grin. you push him back slightly to make room and stand up.
you hear chokes and gasps as you place his length back in his pants. you mischievously swipe your thumb at the corner of your lips and lick it for him to see.
he swallows, his adam's apple bobbing. you giggle, grab your bag from under the desk, and smile at the other pro heroes. deku and kirishima blush brightly, while bakugo smirks behind his hand. you're aware your hair is messy from shoto's grip.
"gentlemen," you nod at them and walk toward the door. gripping the handle, you turn back and flash your husband a pretty smile, your lip gloss smudged, making him groan in frustration.
"see you at home, darling."
you leave, intending to freshen up, leaving the men in the room in silence.
"we do not speak of this."
deku and kirishima nod frantically while bakugo laughs heartily. "so bold, half n' half. didn't know you were like that," he snickers.
bakugo promises not to speak of it⊠in front of other people. he'll take any chance he gets to tease shoto about it when it's just them.
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HELLOđ«¶đŒ
i just had another idea... what about royal!au bucky (or mob, which one u prefer) x bodyguard!reader
like she is so rude with everyone but a softie with buck, she takes care of him and protect him all the time (secret relationship?)
idk something smutty, angst and fluffy... you are an expert of writing!
- your fave spidey. đđ·ïž
Mean To Everyone, But You » Bucky Barnes (AU)
Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Bodyguard!Female Reader
Summary: Youâre Buckyâs bodyguard and youâre rude to everyone except for him.
Warnings: Fluff and Smut (18+), tiny bit of Angst, language, tiny bit of violence, secret relationship, kissing, hickeys, fingering, unprotected sex, riding, praise kink, pet names
A/N: Thank you đ·ïž anon for requestingđ©”
Written on my phone. I apologize for any mistakes.
Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier
GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creator @barnesdjarin
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!đ
Bucky sighs loudly when one of his most annoying employees walks in his office without knocking. He picked up where he left off with his list of complaints and it was giving Bucky a headache. Bucky sent you a text, asking you to come in his office. Youâre Buckyâs bodyguard and youâll do anything to protect him.
âYou wanted to see me, sir?â You asked as you in his office.
âYes.â Bucky answers. âPlease show him the exit. He will not be working here anymore.â Bucky tells you.
âWill do, Mr. Barnes.â You complied.
âIâm fired?â He scoffs.
Bucky hums and nods his head.
âLetâs go.â You say to him, walking him towards the door.
âI know how to walk!â He smacks your hands away. âDonât fucking touch me!â He says loudly.
He shouldâve known better than to smack your hands, because the next thing he knew he got punched in the face. Bucky was watching in amusement as you escorted him out of his office. A few minutes later, you went back to his office.
âI would like to apologize for the way things got physical with him.â You apologized.
âNo need to apologize. I enjoyed it.â Bucky says.
Bucky watched the way you winced and seen your slightly bruised knuckles.
âGet some ice for your hand.â He tells you.
You nodded before leaving his office to ice your hand. Later, Bucky asked you to come back to his office.
âYou wanted to see me, sir?â You say, walking in his office and closed the door behind you.
âLock the door please.â He says.
You locked the door and walked over to him. You sat on his lap, straddling him. You gave him a much needed kiss. Buckyâs hands found their way to your waist, giving it a small squeeze.
âIâve been waiting for this all day.â Bucky says.
âMmm, me too.â You say with a hum.
Bucky moved his lips to your neck. He placed soft kisses along your skin. You tilted your head to the side to give him more access. His teeth grazed your skin, biting down hard enough for a hickey.
âBuckyâŠâ You breathed. âEveryone will see the marks.â You say.
âCover it with makeup.â Bucky says against your neck.
You and Bucky are in a secret relationship. You two are risking it by having sex in his office. Even though, itâs not the first time you two have had sex in his office.
âI love it when youâre mean to everyone.â He says as he continues to mark up your neck.
âI love to protect you somehow.â You say.
Buckyâs hand disappeared underneath your dress and rubbed your pussy through your wet panties. A soft moan left your lips.
âYouâre so wet.â He whispers. âIs all of that for me?â He asks.
âYes.â You moaned. âItâs all for you.â You tell him.
Bucky moved your panties to the side and slid a finger inside of you and his thumb began rubbing your clit, making your mouth fall open and a string of moans leave your lips. He moved it slowly and at a teasing pace, making you whine. He smirks to himself, loving the affect he has on you.
âBuckyâŠâ You whined.
âTell me what you want, sweetheart.â He says.
âYour cock.â You tell him.
âYou know how to get what you want.â He says.
You unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his suit pants. Your hand palmed his hard cock through his boxers, making him moan lowly. You bit your bottom lip as you took his cock out of his boxers and stroked it in your hand.
He took his fingers out of you, making you whine. You lifted yourself just enough for your pussy to hover over his cock. You lined his cock at your entrance and slid down onto him. A relieved moan left yours and his lips.
âWe have to make this quick.â Bucky tells you. âWe have to finish the workday after this.â He says.
You nodded and put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself and lifted yourself up and sank back down on him. Bucky bunched your dress up above your hips and watched his cock disappear in your pussy, covered in your slick.
âFuckâŠâ He moans at the sight. âYouâre taking my cock so well, darling.â He says.
You moaned in response and sped up your movements, his dirty words urging you on. Your clit occasionally rubbed just above the base of his cock. Your moans got a little too loud so Bucky covered your mouth to muffle your moans.
âShh, sweetheart.â Bucky coos. âWe donât want to get caught, do we?â He says.
You shook your head no, moaning into his hand. He took his hand off of your mouth and slid a finger in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around it like you do with his cock before wrapping your lips around it. Bucky watched with lust clouded eyes.
His free hand found its place on your ass cheek, giving it a squeeze before helping you with your movements. Usually, Bucky lets you do your thing when youâre riding him, but he wanted to make this quick cause you two are still at work. Not that you minded. Little does he know that you love it when he helps you with your movements when youâre riding him.
Buckyâs finger left your mouth to rub your clit. A gasp left your lips at the feeling of his spit covered finger against your clit. He put his lips on yours to muffle your moans. His tongue licked across your bottom lip. You parted your lips just enough to allow him to slide his tongue in your mouth. His tongue explored every part of your mouth. His lips left yours so you two can breathe. You bit your bottom lip to keep your moans muffled.
âDonât worry, sweetheart.â He pants. âIâll take my time with you tonight.â He promises.
Bucky is a man of his word. He means it.
You lost rhythm with your movements for a short moment due to your orgasm building up, but you regained it. Bucky rubbed your clit faster to get your orgasm to build up faster. His orgasm was building up just as fast.
âBucky, I-â A whimper left your lips before you could tell him that youâre about to cum.
âCum for me, baby.â His voice sounding raspy. âIâm close too.â He says.
Your nails dug in the fabric of his suit jacket and you bit down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from moaning loudly as you came. Bucky gave your clit one last rub before focusing on his own orgasm. His free hand joined his other hand on your ass, helping you move up and down so he could cum. He came inside of you shortly after you came. Your movements came to a slow stop. You sat on his lap panting and staring in his eyes. He gave you a sweet kiss before you got off of his lap, his cock slipping out of your pussy.
You stood on slightly wobbly legs and held onto his desk as you readjusted your panties and dress. Bucky put his cock back in his boxers and redid the zipper and button on his pants and buckled his belt before standing up to walk you to the door. As soon as he opened the door, someone heâs supposed to have a meeting with barges in his office without permission.
âYouâre late!â The man practically hisses. âOur meeting was supposed to start 10 minutes ago!â He says.
âI was talking to an employee.â Bucky says, referring to you.
The man looked at you, looking you up and down while giving you a dirty look.
âIt took you 10 minutes to talk to her?â The man laughs. âWhat were you guys talking about? Making her overtime?â He says sarcastically.
âWeâre done here.â Bucky said to the man. âY/N, you know what to do.â He says.
You nodded and motioned the guy towards the door, but he didnât listen to you.
âI donât need some little girl dressed like a Barbie to tell me what to do.â He says.
âYouâre gonna regret saying that to her.â Bucky warns the man.
âWhy? Whatâs she gonna-â You punched him in the face, giving him a bloody nose before he could finish his sentence. âYou bitch!â The man shouted, holding his nose.
âMr. Barnes asked you to leave. Donât make him repeat himself.â You say.
You grab his arm tightly and used all of your strength to drag him out of Buckyâs office and building. Then you went back to Buckyâs office. Bucky had an amused look on his face.
âRemind me to reward you tonight when we get home.â Bucky says with a wink.
âWill do, Mr. Barnes.â You say, smiling at him before going back to work.
đ©”đ©”đ©”đ©”đ©”đ©”đ©”đ©”đ©”đ©”đ©”đ©”đ©”đ©”đ©”đ©”đ©”
-Buckyâs Doll
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Alastor decides to keep you... (Fluff)
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Alastor sitting injured in his radio tower as you tend to the wound on his chest. Suddenly he cups your cheeks in his clawed hand.
Alastor: "Thank you for coming to find me... When no-one else has."
You: "Of course Alastor, you sacrificed so much for us. I care. Always."
Alastor: "How could I have never really seen you before."
Your heart stutters in your chest and a blush rises to your cheeks as you studiously concentrate on the last of the stitches he's enduring without even flinching as he seems to marvel at you.
Alastor: "Such a pretty little Doe."
You blush harder biting your lip and trembling slightly as his thumb traces your cheekbone, you think in your head he's just delirious from the blood loss.
You: "Hush now Alastor, you've been through enough."
Alastor: "I would do it again you know... Just for this moment."
Your heart hammers in your chest, you keep telling yourself it's the blood loss.
Alastor: "No-one has cared like this about me in a long time..."
You: "Al-"
His finger stills your lips.
Alastor: "I know, but let me have this, please."
You nod, and help him to the next room, relatively undamaged there's a small bed against the wall you help him into. You go to leave, to clean the blood and intending to check on him in an hour. But his hand stops you.
Alastor: "Stay?"
The vulnerability in his eyes despite his manic smile is all you need to melt, you nod and then squeak as surprisingly strong hands drag you down with him situating you on the bed with him.
He's so warm and your whole body stiffens, your heart pounding like a racehorses.
Alastor: "Can I keep you...?"
You look up at him again, cheeks pink, you had admired him from afar for so long now how could you ever refuse him, you nod and his smile becomes blindingly radiant.
Alastor: "Thank you, My Doe."
He leans down gingerly and kisses you, your panicked eyes flutter shut and you almost moan, he tastes like home.
You: "Sleep, I'll be here when you wake up I promise."
Alastor smirks.
Alastor: "Oh I know you will, good luck trying to get away from me now I have you little one, I don't part from what's mine with ease and I rather like you... Sweet dreams little Darling."
With another sweet kiss that has your heart racing and stomach swooping his exhaustion hits him and his eyes close, resting his head on the pillow, short little puffs of air escaping him as he instantly falls asleep.
You spend a little time just watching him, he looks so beautiful and peaceful like this, you had panicked when he hadn't been anywhere to be found after the battle, everyone else seemed to be mourning Sir Pentious and assumed Alastor had ran, but you knew better, he was many things but he wasn't a coward, he wouldn't have gone far and you were right.
His small smile is still there even as he sleeps and you want to reach out to pet his fluffy ears to see if they're as soft as you've often imagined.
Alastor: "It's rude to stare Dear."
You startle and he chuckles, Alastor's hand wraps around the back of your head and pillows you against a part of his chest that is uninjured, fingers stroking your hair.
Alastor: "You'll need rest too, the fight wasn't just mine."
You nod, pressing a shy kiss to his exposed skin, his breath hitches and he almost purrs at the contact. Kissing your crown one last time his static hum flares to life, giving you just enough sensation to drift off, you swear you hear a faint 'mine' from Alastor as you drift off.
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