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aothotties · 4 months

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Telling Choso you want a baby

Word count: 1635

Warnings: MDNI, best friend!Choso, fluff, smut, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of kids, swearing, riding, overstimulation, creampie, the ending is so cute to me.

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You and your best friend are currently lying in his bed while watching random videos as they come and go. You stumble upon a video of a mom showing flashbacks of her body during pregnancy and you can’t help but pout.

“What's wrong?” He mumbles and yawns for a few seconds, followed by a stretch after he throws his phone to the side.

“It’s nothing, I’m just being a sap.” You show him the video on your phone and he shrugs in return.

“Yeah, cute kid I guess. Mom’s got a nice body though.” He rests his chin on your shoulder and you roll your eyes.

“Of course, that’s all you notice, you’re such a man.” You scroll to another video and double tap the screen.

He shakes his head at your reaction and takes the phone from your hand so he can scroll through your feed himself.

“So you’re on some baby kick, huh?” You shrug in return and pull your legs up to your chest.

“I don’t know maybe, I think I want a baby, Cho.” You confess and he nearly drops the phone on his face at the confession.

“Where in the hell did that come from?” He sits up in bed and gives you his full attention.

You shy away from the question and cover your face with your hands in embarrassment. Choso finds it adorable at how flustered you become over the simple question.

“I’m not sure, I’ve wanted a baby for a while now. You know I’ve always wanted to be a mother. I just could never find the right guy to settle down with.” You explain to him and he listens to every word you say.

“I’ll have a baby with you.” He says nonchalantly and you look at him as if you’ve seen a ghost.

“Excuse me?! Cho, are you high or something?” You scan over his face for a sign of his words being a joke, but there isn’t one.

“Well for starters, I’m typically always high, you know that. And yeah, why not? You want a baby, I don’t hate the thought of having kids either. You don’t think we’d make cute babies? He pretends to be offended and you slap his shoulder.

You don’t hate the idea of having a baby with him. No, you guys aren’t together, but you’ve been friends for more than 10 years. You two have had sex in the past, so it’s not like you haven’t seen each other naked. And you won’t deny the fact that he is quite handsome.

“If you’re as serious about this as you seem…then I guess we can have a baby together.” You give him your final answer and he gives you a gentle smile.

“But if we’re going to do this then we have a bunch of things to figure out first. Are we gonna live together and-“ Your sentence is cut off by the feeling of soft lips against your own.

He pulls you into his lap quickly and reaches for the buttons on your shirt, quickly trying to pull it off. He slides his tongue in your mouth and you happily invite him in.

Your shirt is thrown to the corner of the room and your leggings soon follow after.

“You wanna make a baby, don’t you? You can’t talk and make a baby. Well, you shouldn’t be able to at least.”

And boy was he right, Choso currently has you riding his sensitive cock after god knows how long. Your thighs shake in sensitivity and you let out another whimper as he bottoms out inside of you.

“C-Cho, my legs are burning.” You pout and huff as you struggle to continue bouncing on top of him.

Choso ignores your cries for help and hisses as another orgasm is ripped from his body and he stuffs your poor cunt with more of his cum. You throw your head back at the feeling of him fucking it back inside of you.

“ ‘m sorry mama, j-just wanna make sure you get all of it. Let me help you baby.” He sits up against the headboard and takes hold of your hips.

“Fuck!” You scream and grab the headboard when his hips piston upwards and his angry red tip fucks into your sweet spot.

“Shit, shit! Feels so good, so tight and warm.” Choso’s eyes roll to the back of his head at the feeling of your wet, gummy walls bringing him to the brink yet again.

“C-coming! I’m gonna come, Cho!” He holds your hips in place and continues his assault on your poor g-spot.

You can’t control your orgasm and how quickly it hits you. You dig your nails into the skin of his shoulder as your left shaking from overstimulation.

The man below you watches in awe as your body convulses on top of his exhausted one. At this moment, Choso has never seen you look more beautiful.

Your thick lips are red and messy from all the kissing and drooling, his eyes trail down your body, and the way your breasts move up and down with each bounce. His eyes land on where you’re both connected and he can’t help but rub your neglected clit with his thumb.

You shake your head and attempt to swat his hand away, quickly losing that battle when he pulls you down for another messy kiss. You whimper against his lips when he flips both of you over.

He lifts your legs and rests your calves on his shoulder. He slides back into you at a teasingly slow pace and you grip the sheets in pleasure. The dark-haired man lets out a moan at the way your walls continuously suck him in each time.

He plants a small kiss on your ankle before his hips go from slow and steady to hard and fast.

“Oh shit!” You gasp as you grip the sheets, pleasure courses through your body at the feeling of the new angle.

The sound of skin slapping can be heard throughout the room and probably through the walls if you listen close enough.

“I’m so close baby, so fucking close.” He warns, his hips begin to lose their rhythm as his climax builds within him.

“C-cum inside me Cho. I want it so bad please!” You beg, tears build up in your eyes as another orgasm pools in your lower belly.

“Y-yeah baby? Want me to fill you up real good?” He leans down so his forehead is only inches from yours and you nod shyly.

He smirks at your lack of words and presses his lips to yours one last time before overfiowing your insides with his warm speed. You moan into his mouth and drag your nails down his arms in ecstasy as you come one last time.

Your body finally relaxes after one last thrust of his hips.

“You okay princess?” He runs his fingers through his raven locks and you nod with your eyes closed, the need for sleep is growing stronger by the second.

“Thank you for doing this with me, there’s truly nobody else I think I would want a baby with.” You confess, he takes your hand in his and kisses over your knuckles.

“Don’t worry about it, anything I can do to make my best friend a happy lady.”

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“Oh, Dad that’s so cheesy.” Your eight year old daughter rolls her eyes at the story and he shrugs his shoulders.

“It’s what happened! Your mom and I were best friends, she wanted a baby and the stork delivered!You asked me to tell you the story of how you guys were born, and I did.” He huffs and pulls the young girl in his lap, planting small kisses all over her face.

“Dad! Please no more.” She laughs as he continues his assault of kisses on her face.

The sound of tiny feet and screaming can be heard from down the hall, Choso and his mini-me follow the noise and he has to refrain from laughing at the sight.

You’re attempting to put your boys to bed with a bedtime story, but not without acting out the details of course.

“I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!” You blow raspberries over their little faces and they break out into a fit of giggles.

“Mommy does a good wolf, right guys?” Your boys nod simultaneously and you smile up at your fiancé.

“Did you know it’s actually because she is one? Why do you think she’s so hairy?” He teases and you hit his shoulder playfully.

“Haha papa, so funny.” He helps you up to your feet and plants a kiss on your lips.

Your three munchkins groan in disgust and you and Choso can’t help but laugh.

“Alright guys it’s time for bed, we’ve got a busy week coming up!” You announce, you tuck the boys in bed and kiss their foreheads.

“Goodnight Mama, goodnight Papa, goodnight Junior!”

Junior is the nickname for your oldest daughter since she’s a carbon copy of her father. The only thing she got from you is her pretty brown skin and her tight coils.

“Goodnight boys, I love you, mama and Papa.” She hugs you both simultaneously and you lean down so she can kiss your faces.

“Goodnight pretty girl, sweet dreams.” You watch as she closes her bedroom door, and cheer quietly at another successful night.

“We’re such awesome parents Cho.” He wraps an arm around your shoulder and cups your cheeks as he kisses you.

“Yeah, we kinda know what we’re doing I guess.” He smiles down at you and pulls you in by your waist.

“And to think we were gonna stop with Junior. How crazy would that have been?” You ask as you reminisce.

Once you learned about your pregnancy, you two decided that it was just going to be a one-and-done situation. Then Choso realized that not only are you an amazing mother, but that you’re an even better significant other.

He proposed to you on the night of her first birthday, and nine months later your boys arrived. He truly wouldn’t want his life to go any other way, he has everything he’s ever wanted and more.

Ari

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starlight-library · 8 months

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IOU | OP81

pairing: ghostface!oscar x ghostface!reader

summary: reader & oscar are best friends but reader would love to get a shot with ghostface. what they don’t know is that their chances are closer than they think…

warnings: [DARK THEMES USED & SMUT] slightly descriptive murder, mention of stalking stalking, mention of blood, breath play, public sex, oral sex (m receiving), dry humping, dom!oscar, sub!reader, degradation, hair pulling (if you squint??), face fucking, deep throating

a/n: once again, dark themes used! please read the warnings above!!! i answered a asked on my main here and decided to make a oneshot of it (yes i quote J's ask cause it was too good). tbh didn't even plan for a plot but here we are! I know my answer and this are vastly different...i don't wanna talk about it. also ghostface!oscar series belongs to @piastrification so homie this one is for YOU!! Also happy belated Valentines day omg. Hope you enjoy 🫶🏽

word count: 4.5K

This week has started out to be one of the worst weeks you’ve had in a very long time. Monday started off with your car breaking down on the way to campus and you completely missed your first class. When you got to campus an irritated Oscar was waiting asking why the hell you didn’t call him. “Even though I was in class, I would’ve left and gotten you,” he told you. You weren’t in the mood to argue so you just apologized and told him you’d call him next time which seemed to ease his irritation slightly. Seemed he also had a pretty shitty Monday.

Tuesday brought your shitty manager everyone hates at your job to end a relatively quiet day. It was the typical bullshit but still didn’t mean you had to enjoy it. You spent the whole drive home on the phone with Oscar screaming your head off about all the things your manager had done. The micro-managing of your work, the snarky remarks, the extra work so he can just fuck off in the back, god you could not stand this manager at all. Oscar listened like he always did. “You don’t deserve that,” you could hear the frown in his voice, “honestly he shouldn’t even be a manager. I could take care of him for you.” You laughed. You thanked Oscar for the offer but you had already decided that your manager would be your next victim. It would be tricky considering everyone in the store knew how much you two despised each other but it would get done.

You ended up with a stomach bug on Wednesday. You woke up around four in the morning with a jump and just made it to the bathroom before you got sick. You stayed in there for a good hour before there was nothing left in your system and you dragged yourself back to bed. You somehow coherently managed to message your professors you’d be missing class due to illness and texted Oscar that you’d be out sick today before promptly falling asleep. You woke to a knock on your front door and dragged yourself out of bed. You made a face seeing Oscar standing outside with a bag. “What are you doing?” You ask.

“Taking care of you. Can I come in?”

“What if you catch it? What about classes?”

You watch Oscar simply pull a KN95 mask out of his pocket. You narrowed your eyes as he slipped it on. You didn’t need to see his face to see the cheeky smile he was giving. His eyes twinkled slightly with humor as he gently turned you around and guided you back inside your place as he listed the things he brought over and how he can afford missing one day to make sure you eat and rest, a habit you tend to struggle with. He really was a good best friend.

Thursday is really when you hit your limit. Arriving on campus you and Oscar head to class though neither of you really paid attention. You two spent most of the time texting each other even though you guys were sitting right next to each other. When class ended the two of you headed to the closest campus cafeteria before parting ways. You got on the line to grab the food while Oscar secured you two seats since it was roughly lunch time and everyone would be out and about.

Carrying the two to-go containers after paying you make your way to the back left corner. It’s usually where you and Oscar sat and enjoyed just people watching and gossiping about other students but you slowed your walking. Oscar was looking up at someone. Fucking Brittany. One of the sororities girls. Sorority president actually. Brittany was in a nice blouse, a skirt, some fucking heeled boots. Her blonde hair was thrown up into a messy bun and she was leaning forward slightly while smiling wide at Oscar.

Jealousy hit you like a truck. You grip the to-go containers tighter while standing frozen in your spot watching them. You wanted to march over and tell her to fuck off. Grab your stupid bun and slam her head into the table until she’s bleeding out. Or maybe take the plastic forks that rested on top of the to-go containers and gauge her eyes out for having the audacity to even look at Oscar. Alas, you refrained from it all. Instead you just tilted your chin up and made your way over with a tight smile. “I’m back!” You announce to Oscar. The both turn to face you and Oscar visibly relaxes slightly but Brittany is giving you a once over clearly unimpressed. You turn and blink, feigning surprise. “Oh! Brittany. Hi,” you keep your tone light and friendly, “what brings you here?”

“Oh, I was just talking to Oscar,” Brittany smiles, “we’re partners for our history project.” You could give two shits less what it was as you spy Brittany’s hand moving to Oscar’s upper arm and resting there with ease. Something so subtle but could come off as flirty and you wanted to cut her hand off. How dare she think she can touch Oscar like that? “…and wanted to see if he wanted to come to the frat party Saturday night,” she concludes.

“Oh, isn’t that sweet of you. Can he bring a plus one?” You ask putting the containers down, sliding one over to Oscar.

“If he wants…” Brittany glances at Oscar with a smile then back at you, “but we need to know to make sure they’re on the list. Even then…it depends on the mood if everyone gets in.”

“Then it seems kinda stupid for a list, don’t you think so?” Oscar asks finally. Brittany laughs. It wasn’t even that funny. You realize now that she’s flirting with Oscar. Well. This just won’t do. Not like you care anyway. Oscar is your best friend. Sure you love him but it’s platonic -or so you tell yourself- so it shouldn’t bother you but it does. It does bother you because Brittany was the queen heartbreaker. She used guys until she got bored. Until they got attached and couldn’t offer anything else after giving her everything. You were not about to have Oscar be a pawn in her fucking game. You had missed the remark Brittany gave as you sat down, your heart pounding in your ears.

“…let me know!” Brittany calls out as she’s already walking away.

“Ugh. As if,” Oscar murmurs and turns his attention to you. “Hey,” he starts softly. Bring your gaze to him and you blink, “you okay?”

“Yeah,” you manage a smile, “I’m fine. Did you see the shoes she was wearing?” You ask to divert the subject as now you might have something fun to do this weekend.

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Personally, you never understood the hype of sororities and managed to curb every single one who tried to recruit you. It was just a bunch of girls with money and tried to make it sound like it wasn’t a cult but it most certainly was if you got in. Moving into the house, what they expected you to wear, how to act in public, who can and cannot date, for fuck sakes they monitored your social media post and if they didn’t approve of something you posted they would either make you take it down or probably kick you out. You much preferred your freedom over dealing with that bullshit.

Luck had shined down on you when you heard some of the girls mention Brittany couldn’t go to the bar tonight because she was under the weather and just ‘had to get better for tomorrow in case her special guest came’. It was a miracle that you didn’t march over here and slaughter Brittany right then and there but you bide your time. You had to be careful.

Now, slipping the mask on, you give it a five minutes after everyone else leaves before slipping through the back door. Standing quietly, you listen to the water running and slowly making your way through the house. Climbing the stairs you follow the noise until you’re outside the bathroom. You hear Brittany singing and you silently open the door. Steam hits your face and it takes everything not to cough from the sudden heat. Stepping in you watch Brittany’s silhouette run her fingers through her hair. Gripping the hilt of your knife, you inch forward. When Brittany turns you stab the knife through the shower curtain and straight in her heart. Twisting, you step forward until Brittany is pinned against the wall as she weakly has a hold of your wrist trying to pull the knife out her screams being drowned out by the shower and her choking on her own blood. You pull out before stabbing again to ensure that there was no chance she would be able to survive. When her attempts falter, you pull the knife out. Cleaning the knife off, you slip out of the house the way you came smirking knowing the rest of them wouldn’t have hot water for a long time.

Carefully you pack everything into your backpack you left in the woods by the house before securely zipping it. Slinging a strap over your shoulder, you start to head back to your apartment. You emerge from the treeline right into an alleyway and into town which is bustling with college kids. Perks of living in a college town. You just turn left and make your way back to your apartment which is a bit further uptown and you notice as the people start to thin out.

You feel eyes burning into the back of your skull. Turning your head over your shoulder, you stop. At the end of the block you see a figure in all black and an identical mask standing there. Normal people would do anything but stare. Call out to the figure, turn away and walk, call the police, something except just stand there silently and face off with this killer. Copycat killer that is. You suppose you’d have fans, sick and twisted probably, but you didn’t expect you’d end up creating a copycat killer. Not that you minded, actually the gesture touched you actually. People had been too stupid to realize it was a copycat but not you.

After all, their first kill happened to be one of your best friends you recently dropped.

You can’t even remember why but you arrived to apologize and found her body on the floor, throat cut. It was a bit messy. The cut wasn’t as clean as you would’ve expected and there was blood everywhere. Even on the poor bitch’s hands. Then you realize that there’s a few stab wounds. Seemed she put up a fight before whoever did it got the kill. Then someone clears their throat and you raise your gaze.

There you saw him.

An identical ghostface mask, black long sleeve shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Personally you preferred boots but to each their own. As much as some little sane part in your head told you to stop judging this person’s choice in shoes and run, you stood there staring because god he was so *distracting*. Honestly, the tight fit long sleeve should be illegal for killers to wear. It clung to him defining each curve of his muscle and you couldn’t help but get turned on because well–they’re a well fit masked killer.

“Did you do this?”

The killer nodded. Silence fell upon the two of you before you finally asked, “why?”

“...Why?” The voice asked. A shiver ran down your spine hearing the low murmur. A voice modulator just like you. Smart and well fit? Shit, “that’s all you can ask? Why? Aren’t you supposed to be running and screaming?”

“Well I find that a bit stupid,” you retort, “you’re right here. Masked or not, you're taller. You have length compared to my short legs. I might have you in agility and you’re a bit messy with your killing. Shaky in the hands.” You tilt your head to the masked figure with a small smirk. You watch the figure tighten his grip on the hilt of the knife before he’s in front of you in about four steps. You gasp as your head is yanked back by your hair, knife against your throat.

“Are you asking to be killed right now?”

“I mean you gonna fuck me before you kill me?”

Ghostface reels their head back slightly. Stupidly, they loosen their grip from the shock. Taking your chance, you grab the first with the knife and twist it away from you. They shout out in pain as you get your hair free and release their wrist before kicking the figure harshly in the stomach. You step on the figure’s chest a bit harshly. Smirking down at him, “expect the unexpected sweetheart. But you never answered me. Why?”

You can hear something faintly. You cannot believe this guy is mumbling. Leaning down slightly, you turn your ear, “I can’t hear you,” you tease.

“I did it for you.”

Now you’re stunned. You lean back slightly, hand over your heart. You don’t dare move though. You expect it to be some sick joke but the laughter never came. You bite your bottom lip having half the mind to suck him off right then and there. You stay strong though. Instead, you move to stand over the figure and bend down and hook a finger under his mask. His hand flies to your wrist and you laugh.

“I’m not gonna take your mask off,” you explain, “Trust me. Right now I am getting extremely horny and I don’t think I can handle you being ugly under the mask. Would just completely kill the mood.” You laugh hearing the figure let out an offended noise, “but aren’t you sweet,” you tilt your finger up and the figure follows, lifting his chin, “don’t be a stranger, yeah? Now, you should get off so I can feign the heartbroken emotional ex- best friend.”

Ghostface is in front of you now. He’s got your chin between his thumb and finger staring down at you and you blink as you come out of your memory. He’s close and you can hear his soft breathing which forces your own breath to hitch. You curl and uncurl your fingers and you hear a small huff behind the mask accompanied by a smirk you assume. “My,” he murmurs softly, “what do we have here. You shouldn’t be walking alone at night like this little one. You never know what lurks in the dark.”

You take a deep breath to keep your voice even. Pressing your thighs together you try so hard to stop the heat that’s starting to spread through your body. You should not be getting this turned on but how could you not? You had a copycat killer who kept killing people that you had issues with somehow and someway. “I–” You start, biting your bottom lip trying to find the words but you’re cut off with a chuckle.

“You’re so worked up for me. I can see it in the clench of your legs, the flush on your cheeks, the way your pupils dilate and the way you bite your lip for me. You don’t even know who I am. I could be a total stranger, who followed you home one night and just never stopped, but I could also be your best friend, that you’ve known for years, who you think you know like the back of your hand. You don’t even know. But I know one thing for certain though- I’m sure your panties, if you’re even fucking wearing any, are already soaked.”

You hate the fact he’s right. Your breathing slightly heavy as your eyes widen as you listen. Shifting, you clench your thighs even tighter as one of your hands slips between your thighs slightly. You can’t see his eyes but you can feel his stare bruning into yours and you actually look away. This hasn’t happened before.

“Look. At. Me.”

Your eyes snap back and your mouth hangs open slightly. You can feel how wet you are every time you shift and by god do you need something here. “What do you want, love?”

“I would very much like to take you up on that offer and suck you off,” you nod your head in the direction of the alleyway.

“Excited, aren’t we?”

“We’ve been at this for months of fucking course I’m excited.”

He grips your jaw tightly, “I’d watch that tone if I were you. I can happily just walk away and leave you here alone.” Your eyes travel downwards and spy his half hard bulge against his jeans and then back up, “I can handle myself and sleep much more satisfied than you probably would with your fingers,” leaning close to your ear, “but I’d be a fool to leave you so desperate without giving you a taste.” Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head but he lets go of your jaw and spins you around, smacking your ass. You startled with a yelp before quickly scurrying to the alleyway.

Any sane person, seeing the alleyway lead to the woods, probably would have taken the chance to run but not you. You were so desperate to finally fuck this copy cat that you spun around as he rounded the corner. You gasped as your back slams against the brick wall feeling pain through your shoulder for only a brief moment as your hands fly to Ghostface’s wrist as he holds you there by your throat. Oddly enough your calm even though he could easily choke you as your breathing becomes a bit more jaded. Lifting his mask slightly you stare at the slightly chapped but pink lips as you drop your bag. They look so familiar, why?

You can’t really think longer on it as he moves his hand up to your jaw tightly and his lips are on your neck as you gasp for air. He wedges his knee between your legs and immediately you roll your hips whining loudly. You let your eyes drift close as the figure litters your neck in kisses along with marks. You let the figure tilt your head so he can litter the otherside in matching marks. Your nails dig into his wrist earning a hiss against your neck. When he pulls back your eyes stare at his lips and you’re so tempted for a taste. You find yourself starting to lean in before he’s pushing you onto your knees. Blinking, you're now eye level with his obvious bulge and glance up at him fixing his mask.

Dropping your gaze, your hands get straight to work. Undoing his jeans you pull the zipper down before pulling his pants down just enough. You hold your breath seeing the outline of his cock because oh it looks so much bigger than you’ve had which…was very few. There was only one way to really find the truth. You let your fingers dance across the waistband of his boxers before you tug, cock basically popping free. You lean back with wide eyes because it is bigger than you’ve had. It’s actually the biggest you’ve ever had. The length was maybe just an inch or two over average which was impressive enough but it was the girth that really made your mouth water and the precum leaking out just makes you drool.

Gently wrapping a hand around his cock, the figure’s breath hitches as he bucks his hip. You give a few experimental tugs not really for a reaction but more so to get a feel of him in your hand. Big. Girthy. Heavy. God, how pent up was he? You feel fingers through your head as you continue to cautiously jerk him off before licking the tip. The reaction pulled out of the figure was a low satisfied groan and it encourages you to take the tip of his cock into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the tip before sucking, alternating between the two before you finally you’re ready.

If you had known how big he was you would’ve been a bit more…prepared. You weren’t naive enough to think you could take all of him down your throat. God no. Maybe with some training and patience later if the figure would let you but you didn’t have either of those things or really time on your side. Still, you had to make sure to keep the figures interested in you- even if he’s killed for you already. Better safe than sorry, right?

Hollowing your cheeks out and flattening your tongue on the underside of his cock, you start to suck him off. Bobbing your head you can’t help but feel a bit of a rush go to your head as the figure above lets out another loud ground. You glance up to see the figure’s neck as his head is tilted back. You're absolutely drenched watching him and find yourself slipping a hand into your own pants and moan around him as you rub your clit. That catches his attention as his head snaps down to look at you.

“Naughty girl. You’re so turned on from sucking me off that you have to touch yourself?” It earns a strangled whine, “such a pathetic slut.”

You can’t help but moan at that. “Wow. You are so fucking pathetic it’s adorable.” The figure coos and grips your hair to stop you. Shifting, he puts one foot in front of you and smirks, “here why don’t you just hump my leg while you’re at it.” He taunts.

Funny enough you’ll take him up on that. The moment he frees your head you go back to bobbing your head on his cock humming in delight as you hug his leg, settling on his foot and grind your hips down. If your lips weren’t so occupied at the moment you would smirk at the shocked reaction you pull from the figure but you’re lost in your own world. The stretch of your jaw combined with the already dull ache lulls you into a peaceful trance. You completely ignore the spit that’s starting to wet your chin.

You feel the figure’s other hand gently grab your jaw trapping you in place suddenly. You stared up with doe eyes as the figure fucked your face before you felt him hit the back of your throat. You gagged and your hands flew to his thighs for some stability as he repeated the action. “So fucking good. Taking my cock,” the figure grunts out and tears prick your eyes when he stops moving and you gag because he’s so far down your throat. He pulls off just enough for you to gasp and get some air before he’s back in your mouth and fucking your face again. You’re prepared for it this time as you relax your throat and gag less.

Having lulled yourself into such a peaceful you nearly let your eyes slip close. Sliding your hands down, you wrap your arms around Ghostface’s leg as you continue to fuck yourself against his foot while he fucked your mouth. You ended up tuning everything else out except him and listening to him ramble was going to get you off alone. ‘Such a gorgeous cock drunk whore’, ‘you look so pathetic humping my leg while you let me fuck your mouth it should be illegal’, and ‘you’d look so beautiful being my personal cock drunk slut’. It’s the one you made out between all the groans and moans and curses. You felt his tug at your hair as a warning and you finally opened your eyes.

“Fuck–shit–I’m gonna–” He groaned but doesn’t stop his thrusting. He does the opposite as he picks the pace up. That’s all the encouragement you needed. You find your hips onto his foot even harder and faster as you. You feel the familiar coil in your abdomen and you’re trying so hard to reach it. He snaps his hips forward and forces himself down your throat. Your eyes go wide and you gag, choking on his cock as he spills into your throat. You hit his thighs and try to focus on breathing through your nose but even still the rough face fucking before forced deep throating was enough to send you over the edge. You groan and whine as you continue to hump his foot before he pulls you off his cock and slips his foot out from under you.

Sitting there, you gasp for air as your chest heaves. You look up at Ghostface and lick your lips slowly as you debate if you wanna turn over and let him fuck you right now. He would. For sure…probably and he taste good to. But that would be giving too much. You were the original after all. Finding your footing, you stand up and slide your pants down. There’s a choked sound from Ghostface and you glance over at the figure looking away.

“Seriously?” You raise a brow and giggle, “you just fucked my face but you get all bashful about seeing me in my panties.”

“I–well. I mean. No–” This one sucked at lying. Rolling your eyes, you look away as you take your pants off before sliding your panties off. “What are…” Ghostface’s voice trails off as you stuff your soiled panties into his front jeans pocket. “Consider it an IOU,” you say as you hurriedly put your pants back on. You’re grabbing your bag before the figure gets a chance, “this was fun but I have to run. My friend is coming over for a movie night and he’ll be pissed if I’m not there,” you sigh dreamily at the end of the alleyway, “he’s so caring like that. Anyway, bye!” You say before you’re slinging your back over as you take off. You get home and quickly change into some pajama panties (with new panties) and a sweatshirt before finding yourself settled on the couch while flipping through for a movie.

Hearing keys jingle you look up, you smile at your best friend walking in. You two are so close that he has his own copy. Oscar’s in a baggy grey hoodie with some black jeans on as he takes his shoes off before making his way to the back of the couch. He smiles slightly at you and offers dinner but you decline. As he turns for the kitchen, you spy something hanging out of Oscar’s pocket. It looks like a fabric of some sorts. Watching him in the kitchen, you decide to get some water. Quietly getting off the couch you stand in the doorway. Oscar continues to cook himself dinner and you wait until he’s focused on whatever is in the pan to strike. Passing behind him, your eyes drop down and your breathing stops. Black lacy panties with red roses on them. You look up at Oscar who’s glancing at you over his shoulder. His gaze follows yours and he smirks.

“Can I cash that IOU now, darling?”

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loaksbitch · 2 years

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imagine drunk and wasted jake tell you how he wants to fuck your brains out while making you say your name and you don’t know how to spell it correctly. — yes? YES

warnings - like i always say jake sully is his own warnings!! oh and, dirty talking, drunk jake being a whore, and some tiny bit of “omg so funny but not funny” moment, jake leaves you all wet :’) like leaves you wet… i think that’s it!! <3 (⨳)

you have a drunk jake sully in front of you.

a wasted one actually, and every second ticks it’s driving you insane.

your mate, sat on the edge of the bed with blowed and dilated pupils follow your movements like a lost puppy. “i told you jake! i told you not to get involved with those alcoholic na’vi’s out there…” you hiss silently as you collect some patching equipments from the drawer to treat his scratches.

“not only that but played a stupid game that risked your life?” you glare was enough to shut him before he could fight back.

on eywa you swore he’s such a child!

“sorry,” a silenced but still loud for your ears voice from jake makes you roll your eyes. “as if you won’t repeat it tomorrow.” his ears are flattened that you’ve ever saw them before and you didn’t know how much jake hates himself when he gets you upset or angry with him

without even asking, you strangle his strong thighs and sit on them as you get your kit ready. “don’t move or else it’ll hurt.” you say as you squeeze on the ointment on the q tip before lightly leaning to your mates face and smearing it on his scratched cheekbones

jake hisses and lets a slight growl out before his eyes land on yours. your mate doesn’t hesitate to tell you how pretty you are but right now? it was so much more than pretty.

your concerned face as you check all over his face for another cut that needs treatment, small nose scrunching ever so slightly when you watch him hiss in pain. “it’s okay” you tell him in a whisper and his cock twitches to your words

maybe he’s so fucking drunk that your comforting words are like a phrasing to him that’s makes his growing bulge against your ass that’s seated on him. “my pretty girl.” he suddenly states and cheeky grin on his face and you roll your eyes

“if you’re trying to make me feel good, it won’t work.” you say it in an innocent way. but jake’s mind was far from innocent right not. “i can make you feel good though.” he frowns making you sigh and lean back to scan his whole face

is he stupid? you think before shaking your head at him in disbelief. “not really, i’m very much upset on you right now.” you resist but his next words makes you almost drop the q tip on his thigh

“me fucking you won’t make you feel good?”

silence.

everything goes quiet except for your rapidly growing breath and his deep and calculated breath that’s gonna drive you insane. “mhm, baby?” jake nudges your nose with his, running his nose straight to your soft and heating up cheeks.

“j-jake, you need to… um— i need treat your scratches.” your mind is going blank to what he’d just said. “no.” he states, “don’t you wanna know what went in my mind when i was thinking about you the whole day?” you’re so silent at this.

“when you showed of how you belong to me? when you were training me? fuck pretty girl you’ve no idea how it made me stir for you.”

his hands, huge hands are now on your hips almost slightly grinding you to his growing bulge. “feel that? that’s for my princess.” you’re out of words, cheeks heating up and moisture leaking out of you

what the heck did those alcoholic na’vi’s gave him as a drink?

“jake, you’re drunk” you start to get yourself off from your mate before things get more heated up and you end up riding him. “no.” you’re yanked back to his fully erect and visible cock through his loincloth. “i wanna tell you…”

“tell you how i wanna put you in all positions while i fuck you and make you scream.” oh eywa, the air is getting hot and suffocating. “wanna fuck you while you’re in top of me, begging me to stop.”

oh you would never tell him to stop.

“ma jake, you’ve to sleep your horny-ness off now mhm?” you cup his cheek and realize he’s hot, very hot on the skin. “oh fuck your hands are so small.” your ears perk up and flatten with excitement while jake’s eyes burns your soul

“you know princess, you’re so fucking tiny.” his palm suddenly press onto your slim stomach and he licks his lips before nodding. “so tiny i would be up and pocking your tummy right here”

you only let a gasp out, “yeah? like the idea of that?” you’re embarrassed when he doesn’t fail to notice your silent moan and your hips grinding on his time to time. “no!” you hiss, hands free from the objects you were holding to treat jake

“you rutting on my cock says the other though.” his cocky grin makes you want to slap him.

you don’t know what they gave him to drink but fuck you want to drink it too. so you can confidently tell him what you want him to do to you.

“just like that,” his hands tighten their grip on you as he moves you faster.

jake was grateful that na’vi’s had at least a loincloth to cover their private parts but right now? he hated how it was a barrier from him rutting to you ‘till you can’t pronounce your name

“the slight image if you trying to say your name straight when i fuck you makes me want to do it now baby.” one of his hands comes up to your cheeks and you close your eyes, leaning to them.

“even your face is so small compared to my hand.”

that’s it, jake fucking sully have a size kink.

“jake,” you whine and the atmosphere completely changes. you’re now getting scooped up and getting laid on the mat of the hammock. your eyes run a marathon when jake leaned back so he could straighten himself before grinding to your burning heat

“so pretty,” you face the other side when jake places a kiss on your cheek. “my pretty girl.” breast pressed to his firm chest to how close you are, jake doesn’t care for the fact his whole weight is on you

he’s horny, tired and drained while wanting to fuck you, cuddle you and sleep.

you feel your mate trailing kisses down your jaw to the curve of your neck and suddenly stop his tracks before falling on you, hard. “jake?” you mutter out but no answer except a soft snore.

this can’t be..,“are you sleeping right now?” you ask as if it wasn’t obvious.

did your man just came home scratched, apologized, told you how he wasn’t joking and confessed how he wants to fuck you, then got you went and slept? yes , yes he did. you’re in disbelief when jake keeps lightly snoring and you huff pushing him off from your body

he’s so gonna pay for this in the morning, you get yourself composed and get up to go and get changed with your damp clothes. “don’t go…” you hear your man whisper and scoff

“asshole” is what you only say and watch him whine before getting off from the mat and leave to change for extra loincloth.

once you’re back, you can’t help but slightly smile at the tired man displayed in front of you. a pure sigh leaves his lips as you walk and join him to sleep with you.

your presence kinda wakes him and he scoots to you before wrapping his arms on you like a child. “i missed you.” have i mentioned how he’s such a baby? oml. “hm, missed you too.”

“go to sleep, ma jake or you’ll have a worse headache tomorrow.” gladly jake only hums and drifts to sleep as you follow him too. before you do, you hear a small “i love you” from your mate that makes your heart jump.

“i love you too.” you say.

chokes cause this is corny but i like it somehow? idk but it went good 🤷🏽‍♀️ anyways i love each and everyone of you guys!! like + reblog is so appreciated and not pressured ** mwah!!

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cosmicmunsonwrites · 10 months

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for dad!jj— jj and the reader are in an argument and little maybank hears her parents yelling at each other saying hurtful things and she gets scared? yk yesterday she watched her parents with loving eyes as they laughed together, kissed, tucked her in bed, etc.. and now they’re acting as if they hate each other.

train wreck

pairing(s): dad!jj x mom!reader

warnings: yelling, hurtful words, teen parents

summary: while you and jj are in a heated argument, your daughter unfortunately catches a glimpse of it.

authors note: thank you for the request baby! enjoy :)

not edited

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

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“yeah? well maybe if you weren’t running away every other goddamn day, i wouldn’t need to ask my parents for help!” you shouted at him.

“i have shit to do!” he shouted back. “don’t you dare make it seem like i don’t fuckin’ care for you or our daughter.”

you scoffed and rolled your eyes. “if you care so much, why are you never here?!”

“jesus christ, did you not listen to a single word i just said? i. have shit. to do!” he screamed, slamming his hand down on the table.

you knew he’d never hit you. he’d never even think about hurting you. yet the action was enough to make you jump. and that was when the both of you heard it.

the small whimper that you two had become so familiar with.

your heads immediately turned to the doorway where your toddler stood frozen, her bottom lip quivering and her eyes glossy as if she was about to cry. all the noise must’ve woken her from her nap with her messy hair and disheveled pjs. “what’s going on?” she asked, voice trembling.

you just wanted to cry knowing that your daughter had seen the monster inside the two of you. you quickly dropped any ounce of anger and frustration and rushed over to her. “hi baby,” you said softly, picking her up from under her arms. “we’re just talking.” you carried her out of the kitchen where the fight took place and into her room. “sometimes, me and daddy don’t always like the same things. we just have to talk about it to make it better.”

“are you okay, mommy?” she asked softly.

you nodded with a smile and brushed some of the short hair from her face. “i’m okay honey.”

“is daddy okay?” she questioned.

“mhm,” you said. “we’re okay. we just had a little disagreement.”

she leaned into your chest and wrapped her arms around your neck. “you guys were happy yesterday.”

you kissed her cheek softly and sat down on the bed with her. “i know. we’re gonna be okay. i promise.”

she crawled out of your hold and under her sheets with a big cheesy grin on her face. “go talk to daddy. i don’t like when you guys are sad.”

you chuckled and pressed another kiss to her forehead. “okay baby. you ready to go back to bed then?”

she nodded quickly. “night mommy. i love you.”

“i love you too,” you said, tucking her in and shutting her lamp off.

you headed out into the kitchen, rubbing your temples and groaning. “is she okay?” jj asked, standing up from his seat as soon as you entered the room.

“shes fine,” you replied tiredly. you hated fighting with him. it was hurtful and mentally exhausting.

he headed towards you, pulling your hands from your face and wrapping his arms around your waist. “i’m sorry, my love. i don’t wanna put anymore stress on you and i swear to be better. i just get overwhelmed with the whole having a kid at 19, you know? i’m sure you do too and its unfair of me to just leave all the responsibility on you whenever i feel like it. and i’m really, really sorry for yelling at you like that.” he apologized, his pretty blue eyes gazing into yours. “i just want to be here for you, sweetheart. for you and our daughter.”

you leaned into his firm chest, wrapping your arms around him and taking a deep breath. “it’s okay, j. i get it. but at the same time, this really has to stop.”

“and it will. i promise you it will,” he said, leaning back slightly and using his hand to tilt up your chin toward him. “i’m going to be here for the both of you until the end of time. i’m done running. you two are my entire world.”

you smiled tiredly and stood up on your toes to kiss his soft lips. “i love you jj.”

“i love you more, angel.”

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kichikichiko · 4 months

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Hi! Can you write the demon brothers with little sister reader? The reader is the 8th of the family. It must be so cute since all the brothers will care so much for their only little sister.

Our little Angel in Hell

This is so cute wtf 😭 Sorry for being so late anon Ive been busy with stuff and only got the motivation do write it now! Hope you enjoy ❤️ Synopsis: HC of the 7 demon brothers with their only sister after Lilith (who's younger than them all) Pairing: PLATONIC OLDER BROTHER! Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Satan, Beelzebub and Belphegor & lil sister! reader Note: Nicknames (Dove : lucy | Goldie: Mammon | Shellfish: Levi | Angel: Asmo | Rose: Satan | Hamster: Beel | Moonshine : Belphie ) CW: I PUT A LIL CAMEO OF MY OBEY ME OC "Kojika" (Asmodeus' part only) IN HERE FOR FUNSIES BUT SHE DOES NOT HAVE ANY EFFECT TO THE STORY AT ALL 🤠 Platonic siblinghood, fluff, hc, not proofread, nothing else!! 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

Your brothers love you DEARLY. At this rate, "Love" is already an understatement. They would do anything for you and spoil you rotten. You want plushies? Food? Books? Make up? A sacrifical human for a ritual (/j) they'd to it all for YOU.

After losing Lilith, not only did you take it hard but they did as well. Not wanting to lose their only remaining sister, they've become more over protective.

LUCIFER

♤ As the eldest sibling and the head of the family, it is to no surprise that he holds the most composure out of the brothers.

♤ Around his other brothers he appears as "harsh" (but they all know he just cares for them) but around you, he doesnt even try to look stern. Everytime he looks at you his gaze softens and he smiles slightly

♤ "Mammon I'm taking away your credit card privellages" Lucifer sighs while taking away Mammon's credit card for the 5th time this month.

"Give it back Lucifer! An auction for this awesome gold car figure is coming out TOMORROW I NEED IT!" The white hair demon groaned.

You walked into the scene with a smile "Hi Lucy, is it okay if I get this thing on sale tomorrow? Ive been waiting for it to come out for a while now."

Lucifer's frowned expression turned soft in an instant and he gave you a nod "of course, just don't spend too much."

"OH FUCK YOU LUCIFER" Mammon screamed.

♤ If hypothetically he doesnt allow you to get something, instead of giving you a glare, he pats your head and shakes his head a little "Sorry Dove, but not today. We can get it another time okay?"

MAMMON

◇ Mammon is the greediest among his 7 siblings. He is the embodiment of the deadly sin, greed anyways.

◇ He HATES sharing and he doesnt hide that, but with you? He is more lenient.

◇ Don't get me wrong, he hesitates and tells you no sometimes, but other times if not most times, he is more willing to give you something or lend you something, albeit with his snarky/ stuck up personality 😭.

◇ youve been staring at a certain display case everytime you and Mammon pass by, and the yellowed eye demon couldnt help but notice it.

◇ At first he wanted to ignore it, but seeing at your longing/ awed gaze he folded.

◇ "Oi Goldie, you want that?" He pointed to the item on the display case, his hand on his hip trying to act tough and unbothered.

"Uhm.. yes but I don't have any mo-"

Mammon cut you off and walks into the store. "C'mon let's go get it."

LEVIATHAN

♧ Levi loves games, he's always cooped up in his room and rarely comes out.

♧ When he plays a multiplayer game, everyone knows how competitive this demon can get

♧ So to spare themselves from the death glares and the not so PG 13 name calling, they avoid playing him... well unless they truly wanna pick a fight with him.

♧ When you play games with him though, he's a completely different person.

♧ He's patient and kind when teaching you the basics

♧ During your first few games, he'd allow himself to take the loss

♧ He wont admit it, but he loves to see the way your eyes shine and how youre mpre determined

♧ This way, you'll play the game longer and spend more time with Levi

♧ [ROUND 1: PLAYER 2 WINS]

Your eyes shine and you smiled widely "YAY I WON! Beat that Levi! I just started the game and I won against you on. The. First. Try!"

Levi rolled his eyes and smirked "Don't get too cocky Shellfish, I might just beat your ass in the next round"

"Bring it on big bro" You grinned, holding the controller tightly.

ASMODEUS

♡ He's aware you've lost the only female influence in your life (Lilith)

♡ you being surrounded by so many masculine energy worries Asmo

♡ Not wanting you to lose your feminine side, he decided to take on the role of being your main "female influence" in your life.

♡ He is the perfect man for the job

♡ He will take you out for shopping, to the salon, kareoke, photo booths, manicures and pedicures, spas. You name it he'll do it

♡ He's even be the one you go to for sex ed/ advice bc.. well come on

♡ If youre into none of that that's fine too, he'll be your irl diary and listen to whatever you have to say... even hot boiling tea you cant keep to yourself😁

♡ "Asmo!! Are you free?" You opened the door to his room with a smile

Your brother looks at you through his mirror as he was doing his skincare "Yes sort of. Why?"

Your smile turned into a grin as you closed the door behind him and jumped onto his bed "I've got delicious tea"

Seeing your hands on your cheeks and your facial expression made Asmodeus return the grin "Oh yeah? Is it piping hot tea?" Finally facing you as he asked

"Piping.HOT!" You responded unable to contain your excitement "Miss Kojika was finally caught going out with Simeon"

"No way you better not be kidding Angel. Wasn't she just complaining about not liking Angels before?"

"Yeah but you see the way her cheeks turn pink at the MENTION of the Angel Simeon" you made sure to remind him.

♡ The conversation went on for hours, and both you and your brother are happy to have someone to talk to like this.

SATAN

□ Somewhat simillar to his older brother Levi. He gets impatient and is angry quite often, especially at the mention of Lucifer.

□ His way of escape is through his love of cats OR his abode, his sanctuary: his personal library.

□ During the times he disappears, it's a sign that he does not want to be bothered by anyone. And the only one who can bother him is you.

□ He wont exactly call it "bothering" when it comes to you, because he knows you have good intentions and only want to help him.

□ Especially if he just came out of Lucifers office after a heated argument

□ You were in the kitchen when you heard the door to Lucifer's office being slammed shut, followed along with heavy footsteps stomping away. You knew instantly that it was Satan's footstep.

Without wasting another second, you finished up the dishes and went straight to the hallway leading to his abode.

"Satan?" You knocked. "It's me, (name)"

After a few seconds, you heard a muffled "come in" and you twisted the door knob open. "I heard you walking out of Lucifer's office before."

Both you and Satan knows that he didnt "walk out" but you both decided to not correct it.

"Just another fight" he answered quickly while reading a book. "Same as always."

Slowly walking towards him, you took a seat beside him and smiled softly "Dont listen to him. You know he can make no sense sometimes... most of the times" you shruged. "Besides Im here for you. Whaddya say we do something fun?"

Satan's stern face turned soft, and when he made eye contact with you, he smiled "Sure. Thank you, Little Rose."

□ You've got his back, and he's got yours.

BEELZEBUB

♤ the hungriest brother. He just never stops eating.

♤ Whenever anyone catches Beel, he's always got something in his hands to munch on.

♤ And sometimes he's not willing to share his food.

♤ Whenever you ask though he's willing to give you a bite or 2. Hell maybe even give you the whole darn thing if he sees you TRULY enjoying the food.

♤ "Wow you seem to REALLY like the snack more than I do, Hamster..." he'd joke, mouth still full.

♤ Whenever youre feeling hungry he'd take the time out of his day to cook you (and him) some food.

♤ When he's feeling experimental and want to try a new recepie, he'd call you down to try his food and if you like it he smiles earnestly.

♤ Nothing makes Beel more happy (other than food) than seeing you enjoy his cooking.

♤ Even if you ask for it or not, he starts cooking for you more often. It's his love language and you dont seem to mind it. Cooking is a tedious job indeed and you appreciate your brother's efforts to keep your tummy full and happy.

♤ VICE VERSA! You love to bake and cook for your brothers.

♤ If you dont have the talent for either, Beel will be the first gobble up your food and give you a big thumbs up in approval. While the rest of your brothers have a hard time even swallowing the first bite

♤ Beel appreciates your effort and doesnt want you to become disheartened.

♤ But next time he'll supervise you in the kitchen and give you some tips and tricks

BELPHEGOR

♧ SILLY GUYYY

♧ You and Belphie are both the younger siblings (Beel as well but hes regarded as older than Belphie)

♧ And Youngest tend to stick together!

♧ You like having sleepovers, even though its a little bit of a silly ideas because you already live in the same estate as your brothers.

♧ Theyre usually busy so whenever you want this specific want of yours to be endulged you always go to Belphie.

♧ and he never says no to sleeping.

♧ With Belphie you both like to build tent fords together and watch movies together while eating popcord (that you both made sure Beel does not see nor smell because he'll pounce on the both of you before you have the chance to walk out of the kitchen)

�� Other times you both would go online to buy matching onsies for your sleepover

♧ You both do this so often you end up having a closet full of matching onsies together.

♧ Sleeping with Belphie is indeed very relaxing. And Belphie likes having you around especially

♧ Usually the avatar of sloth put on a pair of Pyjamas and goes to sleep instantly, however with you around, he'll make the effort to put on essential oils, ambiance (if you'd like) and night lights 🤍🤍

♧ "Wow Belphie you put a lot of effort for the sleepover today!" You smiled looking at his room in awe

Belphie smiled and yawned "Of course, anything for you Moonshine. I want you to be as comfortable as possible."

♧ Safe to say you both will sleep in to the point your other brothers will have to drag you both out of bed to start the day

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jakedoxxenvasion · 10 months

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petite

boyfriend! jake × female! reader

warning: MDNI! unprotectied sex, end with a little fluff - not proofread yet!

you're always insecure about your body, not because you're fat but because you're too thin. you've eat too much as much as you remember to gain weight, you've do everything that people prevent from doing to avoid weight gain, and you also stop doing exercise..

just so that you could gain weight to get a normal bmi, but nothing work, you guess it's because of your high metabolism and genes. but not him, your boyfriend, he always adore you for being you and he hate it when you said you're insecure because you're thin.

yes, you do have a curvy body but still thin.. other girls would be jealous of you but not how you think of it. and yet again, not your boyfriend, jake.. jake always think that you're just too perfect for him, there's a reason why he like your body so much, even from the first time he saw you in the campus, he think you're perfect..

too perfect for him. you being you, just enough to fulfill his wildest fantasy, his kink. "f-fuck yes babe, taking dick so well."jake curse out, his hands on your hip as he guide you to ride his dick, you're sitting on him on his gaming chair. a headphone that he had on before already on the floor, there's a big words of 'game over' on his pc screen.

sign that you're coming to distract him while he's playing game earlier, his mic of course it's on mute as much as he remember. he smirk as he look down at your stomach, his bulge show up on your stomach, moving up and down and he love the sight of it. that's one of most the reason why he like your petite body. he love to see how your tight, small pussy taking his big dick in and it shown on your stomach.

he also love the thought that you're his, only his and no one can do it like how he did to you. "mhmm.. j-jake i wanna c-cum pleas-" "go ahead babe, cum on me."he use his free hand to rub your stomach, feeling his own dick on your skin before he look up to look at your face with a smirk, you cum around his dick make his dick twitch.

know that he's close, he's just holding it for you, waiting for you to cum before he did. when he see how you lazily slump your body on his, exhausted after cumming, jake hold up your body and he pull out his dick and pump it before his warm cement spill on your stomach. "s-shit."satisfied, seeing your small body painted by his white cum. "you're so hot, babe."

you're too tired to even open your eyes when you feel he pick you up from the gaming chair and he softly put you on his bed, feeling his warm body pulling you close for a cuddle after he help you wipe off his cums on your body with tissues. "tired hm?"he asked, jake peck your lips and you just answer him with a small humming. he smile before he slowly caress your cheeks, showering you with kisses all over your face.

couldn't help but laugh when he did that to you, "jake."you continue to laugh, you open your eyes to see him already on top of you. he stare down at your face lovingly, "i was thinking.."he said, stopping midway to wait for your reaction. you look at him with a smile, "what is it, jake?"you laugh at his silly face, a fake serious face that he trying to put.

"i was thinking... should we go get some ice cream?"you immediately smile wide before you pull him into a hug, "yes please!"you scream, jake laugh out loud before he hug you back. his heart feel full of you, not wanting to let you go, having you by his side just enough to make him happy, and he wonder if you feel the same too, sometimes.

you both stay in that position for a while, jake hugging you and now laying side by side and he buried his face at the crook of your neck. "i love you, babe."you heard he mumble, you start to smile like an idiot before he look up at your face. "what do you say?"he asked, wanting the same answer but you shake your head, still having that smile on.

jake frown, quite confuse as to why you shake your head but then you peck his lips. "no, i love you more."those words enough to make those frown turn into a bright smile, "you're being silly love, of course i love you more.. like two thousand times more than you did."you laugh when you hear that, buried your face on his chest.

"alright, now let's get up and get you some ice cream, shall we?"

idk but this is quite shitty lol

#enhypen #enhypen hard hours #enhypen jake #enhypen jake smut #jakesim #jake smut #sim jaeyun #enha #enha jake #smut #enhypen smut #18+ mdni #mdni

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 7 months

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(H:SR) Natasha, Bronya, and Seele's S/O getting scared by a movie

No one requested this, I just wanna be held by the pretty Nurse.

Amazingly, Natasha had the next few days off instead of having to bend over backwards at the clinic, or watching over the kids.

She had several reliable people doing so, which meant she could finally relax with her S/O.

(S/O) "After dinner, what do you want to do?"

(Natasha) "Hm...I think for tonight maybe just staying home, if that's okay."

(S/O) "Oh! It'd give us an excuse to watch a movie together!"

Natasha's eyes widened in surprise.

(Natasha) "You found a device that can play movies?"

(S/O) "Yeah, I bought it for cheap, and it came with a movie inside already. I think it was a...horror one?"

Natasha smiled as she thought about the idea, it wasn't grand, but it sounded absolutely perfect.

...Wait, horror? Didn't S/O hate horror?

(S/O) "I know that look you're giving me. I'll be fine, it's probably some super old slasher flick."

(Natasha) "You don't even know what it is?"

(S/O) "How bad could it be?"

...

Natasha's smile couldn't get any bigger as she watched the terrified expression on S/O's face.

Their eyes were glued to the screen and arms holding on tightly to Natasha.

(Natasha) "Dear, are you doing alright?"

(S/O) "J-JUST FINE..."

She chuckled, putting her full weight and relaxing onto S/O, who in contrast felt as stiff as a rock.

(Natasha) "I can cure a lot of things, S/O, but I can't cure getting the life scared out of you."

(S/O) "V-Very funny, Natasha...!"

Natasha enjoyed having S/O hold her so tightly. Admittedly, it made her feel a little sleepy, despite the horrific scenes she was watching on the screen.

(Natasha) "I feel like I could go to bed, how about you?"

(S/O) "Not for a week..."

(Natasha) "I think even the kids have more resilience-"

(S/O) "LOOK! Ghosts freak me out, okay?! And you better not tell them that, I don't want them terrorizing me with that knowledge!"

Natasha giggled before rubbing a hand on their back, attempting to calm them down.

(Natasha) "Full patient confidentiality with me, dear."

During the next few nights, she felt like an oversized plush with how tightly S/O hugged her.

Bronya was extremely busy in her duties, so much so that she felt terrible about leaving S/O alone for so many days.

When they approached her for an offer to spend the night together, she couldn't refuse.

Not that she wanted to, of course.

(Bronya) "What did you have in mind?"

S/O reached into their pocket and pulled out a small disc.

(S/O) "I was handed this movie by Seele, she said we should watch it together for a date."

(Bronya) "By Seele? Hm, what is it?"

(S/O) "...Eh? A Horror movie?!"

Bronya recoiled as well before putting some thought into it.

(Bronya) "I have never gotten to watch a movie for fun, much less a horror film...Let's do it!"

S/O slightly hesitated, but seeing the gleam in her eye, they couldn't refuse.

Not that they wanted to, of course.

...

As much as some scenes freaked her the hell out, she was actually having a lot of fun!

Bronya didn't have many opportunities to enjoy her time doing something so normal, so this was a new experience for her.

Especially getting to share it with the one she loved, it couldn't get much better than this.

...Well, maybe if it weren't for the fact S/O was practically in her lap, shivering as they held her tightly.

(Bronya) "If the movie is too much, S/O, we can always just-"

(S/O) "N-NO! I'll be fine, you're enjoying it, so I am too!"

Bronya raised an eyebrow, watching them tremble.

(Bronya) Obviously, that's a lie.

But at the same time, she was flattered. They wanted to make sure that she was enjoying herself, despite the fact she meant this time spent together to be an apology to S/O.

She smiled, oblivious to the blood curdling scream emerging from the screen that made S/O yelp.

Bronya quietly laughed to herself before wrapping her arms around S/O, watching the screen with a smile.

Before getting jumpscared in sync with S/O, both of them latching onto each other.

Seele threw her shoes off in her apartment, sitting down on the couch with her S/O.

(Seele) "Ugh, finally. I can rest..."

(S/O) "Busy as always?"

(Seele) "Trouble's always brewing, but...things have been getting a bit easier now."

She put her head on their lap, mindlessly playing with their hair as her arm lifted to touch their face.

(Seele) "Got some time off for a little while. Wanna do anything?"

(S/O) "Hm...Oh, isn't there a movie you said you wanted to watch?"

It took a moment before Seele remembered what they were talking about, shooting upright.

(Seele) "Right! Yeah, Caelus gave me a horror movie that he said a friend gave him. Plug in that little box below the TV, that plays the movie."

She quickly went to grab a snack from the pantry before hopping onto the couch with S/O, noting the worried look on their face.

Seele knew they didn't like that genre, but maybe it'd be fine because she was here?

...

S/O was lifelessly still, fitting given the movie.

Seele lazily munched on some chips as she watched the screen, unphased by the gruesome sights.

(Seele) "Hm. This plot's kinda dumb. What do you thi-"

Seele noticed S/O was shaking, their attention glued onto the screen, which made a smirk grow across her lips.

(Seele) "...Boo!"

(S/O) "GAH!"

She laughed at how far S/O had jumped on the couch.

(Seele) "Jeez, didn't realize this flick would freak you out so bad."

(S/O) "You absolutely did!"

Seele didn't deny that, and instead just cuddled closer to S/O.

(Seele) "Don't worry, I'll protect you from whatever big bad is out to getcha."

(S/O) "Y-You better!"

Seele let one hand cusp their cheek, which she felt them relax into, seemingly calming them down.

It made her heart skip a beat that she could be such a calming presence for someone, despite how she normally was.

And then a loud noise startled S/O, making them almost drop Seele, which she was slightly annoyed but highly amused by.

She has to resist the urge to scare the hell out of them when they're going to sleep since S/O had Seele in a near death grip.

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the house was a mess and if there was one thing you hated to come home, to it was a damn mess. “billy! bring your ass down here now!” you yelled, anger bubbling in your stomach as you looked at the loud tv and open chip bags all over the living room. “hold on baby, m’busy!” your boyfriend yelled from your room. your hand tightened around the doorknob, slamming the door shut as you waited for your man to descend the stairs. “cmon princess what’d i say about slamming doors in here?” billy said as he made his way to you.

“and what did i say about leaving this house looking like this?” you spit, your hands waving around the house for him to look at the mess everywhere. billy looked down at you, a sorry expression on his face as he leaned down to give you a quick kiss on the cheek. “my bad” was all he said. your anger only increased at his lack of remorse. you quickly shoved passed him, snatching the chip bags off the table and floor before stomping your way to the garbage. “sick of living like this” you mumbled, thinking he didn’t hear you, but he did.

“whatdya mean baby, s’just a little mess” you quickly made your way back to him, poking at his chest as you raised your voice in his face. “like THIS! cleaning after your crazy, bum ass! i let you hide out over here b’cause i loved you and didn’t want you t’get locked up and this is what i get billy? furreal bro?” your words went in one ear and out the other as your no good boyfriend just answered what he wanted to answer. “loved? whatdya mean ‘loved’? you don’t love me no more? and who’s your ‘bro’ cause when i’m balls deep inside of you all i hear is ‘daddy’ and ‘papa’. lower your voice when y’talk t’me and stop slamming the damn door!” he yelled back.

your body moved before your mind, letting your hand fly before it connected with his cheek. instant regret filled your system, an apology on your tongue as you watched billy’s face go from an angry snarl to a scary smirk. “i-i didn’t mean t’do that…m’sor-” your sentence was cut off by billy’s long finger in your face. “i don’t wanna hear it….go upstairs and take those clothes off f’me”

within minutes you were face down into the sheets, billy’s long dick hitting so deep inside of you that you’ve had to have broken about three nails from how tight you were gripping the sheets. “what’s my name baby?” he groaned, his hands flat on your back as he pushed your arch into the sheets. you whined into the fabric, walls clenching tight around him as you tried to hold your release like he previously said. billy rolled his eyes at your lack of reply, giving you a particularly deep thrust to your cervix to get you to obey. “you fuckin heard me princess m’not gonna ask you again”

a loud whine dropped from your lips into the sheets, your spit and tears already soaking the material as you lifted your head to speak. “d-daddy” you moaned, making a smirk appear on billy’s face as he removed a hand from your back. he moved it to your hair, yanking your head back as far as you could go before leaning down to your ear to speak. “nuh uh uh, s’not what you said downstairs pretty girl. thought i was crazy and a bum, what happened to that?” his words went straight to your pussy, your release becoming the hardest thing in the world to keep away as you felt his dick travel deeper and deeper inside of you. “i was j-jus talkin papa…d-didn’t mean itttt fuck i can’t hold it!”

your screams told billy you were going to cum, making him slow his thrusts almost to a stop as he brought his hand from your hair to your neck, squeezing tightly as he listened to your choked sobs. “you’re always ‘jus talkin’ and it always gets you endin up like this.” he thrusted into you deeply with his last word, enjoying the raspy scream you let out as he began to grind his hips into you. “y’want daddy t’leave, s’that what you want?” an instant “nooo” flew from your lips, as well as many apologies as billy chuckled behind you. “m’jus playin honey. papa would never leave his princess all alone s’long as she fixes her attitude. can you do that f’me?”

he loosened his grip on your neck so you can speak clearly, his pace picking back up as he watched your body move up the bed from his hard thrusts. “i-i can do that papa….gonna fix my attitude f’you” a soft smile made its way to billy’s lips at your reply, his release approaching him as he quickly let go of your neck and sat up behind you. “good girl, go ahead and cum f’me kay?”

billy was able to fuck three more orgasms out of before you were passed out on the sheets, your light snores bringing a warm feeling to his heart as he threw on some sweatpants. he quietly tucked you into bed before leaving the room, making his way back downstairs to clean the rest of his mess from today.

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