#i never get to use her for filth pls

[joelscruff]

a kindness you can't afford (joel miller x f!reader) 18+

kofi | a/n this is a sequel to my fic 'to freeze or to thaw', it's mainly just a lot of filth cause that's all my brain can handle at the moment lmao. pls be sure to check the warnings before reading & i hope you enjoy 💕 also shoutout to the incredible @toxicanonymity whose joel/reader/tommy fics inspired me to get tommy involved here. would highly recommend her fics stuffing & sweet little mess for a similar vibe. summary: there are no limits to how or when joel plays with his special girl. rating: 18+ explicit warnings: dark!joel, ddlg dynamics, daddy kink, big unspecified age gap (reader is of legal age), unprotected p in v sex, creampies, free use, somnophilia, cockwarming, squirting, light pussy slapping, size kink (joel's dick is huge), tummy bulge, oral (m receiving), praise kink, dirty talk, pet names (use of 'little one'), finger sucking, exhibitionism, mentions of pregnancy (but no risk), lil bit of tommy x reader teasing 👀(if you don't like tommy x reader then you prob won't like this) word count: 4.1k

He's so kind.

You've never known kindness like this before; never known the soothing whispers and gentle praises, the calming touches, the satisfying taste of homemade soup on your tongue, the comfort of a roaring fire, made just for you. You've never known the warm embrace of a much older man, the strong arms and solid chest, greying hair and sharp scruff, soft belly and thick cock. You'd spent most of your life in a frightening QZ, the past few years in a cold and unforgiving forest, and now - the warm safety of a cabin.

Woken by the gentle caress of two fingers against your forehead, pushing your hair back gently, a kiss to your bare shoulder, the heat of his solid form behind you, and the press of his hot tip to your soft opening. He doesn't ask, but he doesn't need to.

He pushes inside and you hum sleepily, drifting in and out a little as he feeds you the rest of his cock in one slow movement. Your eyes flutter but you keep them closed, nuzzling against the fluff of your pillow as he pulls you in and presses his body to yours, the hair along his torso tickling the sensitive skin of your back as the throbbing tip of his cock kisses that special spot in your tummy. He's so big inside you, taking up so much space in your body that it's mind numbing.

"Go back to sleep," he murmurs, pulling more hair away from your face and trailing his fingers along your cheek soothingly. His big cock twitches inside you, but he doesn't move, stays still as he waits for you to drift back into unconsciousness.

And you do. But not for long.

You're woken what you're sure must only be a few moments later to the feeling of his cock throbbing within the furthest parts of you, pulsing thick spurts of cum deep inside your body as he holds you tight and groans raggedly in your ear. His fingers are suddenly working furiously against your clit, circling and rubbing and pressing and making you cry out sleepily into the dark cabin. With barely any awareness, you feel the hot coil in your lower belly snap - and you're gushing. You feel him tug his cock out of you at just the right moment, just as a steady stream of liquid makes it's way past your freshly fucked hole, and you squeal.

"Shhh, baby," he soothes, but you can hear the smile in his voice as he watches your juices stain the dark wooden floorboards, watches it drip down into the blankets and soak the cotton, "Shh, I know, I know."

You whimper and squeeze your fists together, releasing another stream of liquid as your eyes roll back. An unintelligible string of words slip past your lips, slurred and broken, almost like you're speaking another language. He pulls you in and hushes you again, presses a finger to your lips as you convulse beside him in the bed.

"That's enough now," he murmurs softly, kissing your cheek and still rubbing your clit, pushing for more, "That's enough, little one. Go back to sleep."

He says this to you as if you can even control your sounds, your movements, as if your pussy continuing to gush isn't a result of his own actions, but he already knows this. He enjoys it, likes watching you fight to regain proper consciousness again after you squirt, likes watching you try to stop it from happening. And god, does he love to make it happen.

"Can't, daddy," you mumble, voice thick with sleep and pleasure, brows furrowed as you open your eyes to look down and see where he's still circling, "Can't stop wh-when you rub it like that."

You feel him press a kiss to your ear, watch him pull his fingers back from your pussy and slap them down lightly, then again, then twice more in succession. Another small gush of liquid spurts from your hole after the fourth slap, and he chuckles.

"Sleep," he whispers, slowing his movements, "I'll stop now, promise."

So you do, and he does - not before slipping his wet fingers past your lips for you to gently suck as you drift. You vaguely hear him murmur Daddy's perfect girl before you're lost to the world again.

You dream of him, as you always do.

--

He learned very early on that you could squirt. It wasn't even something you were aware of yourself - how could you be? It's not like you'd had many sexual encounters before this, none of them ever worthwhile anyway, and you'd never had it happen to you on your own either. But it's somehow easy for Joel to make it happen, once he knows he can, so easy that now it's one of his favorite things to do when he plays with you.

The first time, you'd been more than surprised - and very confused. You'd been spread out naked between Joel's clothed legs, back against his chest while four of his thick fingers pumped deep inside of you, thumb tapping your clit. He'd crooked them, curved his fingertips in the slightest way - and suddenly there had been a gush of heat, a heavy stream of release. You'd thought you'd done something else, something that had your cheeks warming and embarrassment flooding through your body as you twitched and cried in his arms. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, it was an accident.

He'd hushed you softly, kissed your lips tenderly and explained to you what it actually was.

"You're such a good girl," he'd praised, carefully easing your head into his lap and threading his fingers through your hair, eyes peering down at where your legs lay open, pussy still dripping, "Such a good girl with the sweetest little pussy, baby. Squirtin' just for me, just for her daddy, huh?"

You'd closed your eyes and let him hold you, soothe you, relax you. I know, little one. Did such a good job. M'so prouda you. Then he'd unzipped his jeans and fed his heavy cock into your mouth, let you suck on his leaking tip quietly for a few moments before he came down your throat with a long sigh, still stroking your hair. After you'd swallowed every drop, opened your mouth wide and showed him your clean tongue, he'd bundled you up and disappeared from the tent to make you dinner, off to fulfill that never-ending kindness and care he'd promised from the beginning. It had only been about a week since that first night where he'd first come into your tent, and you were already settling into the role of his special girl and doing it quite happily.

He'd made you squirt again later that night, had you shaking in his arms and gushing around his cock and close to tears, not because you were afraid or in pain but because it just felt so good. A relief, a release, a moment of bliss, all because of him. Your pussy had pushed his cock out of you with the pressure of your release, and you'd fallen back against him, sleepy and sated.

"Daddy," you'd whined, overstimulated and exhausted as he'd slipped his dick back inside your dripping heat, "Daddy, m'gonna fall asleep."

"That's okay, baby," he'd whispered, fucking into you slow with no plans of stopping, cock bulging in your trembling belly, "You can go to sleep."

You'd woken again a little later, warm in his arms, globs of cum drooling from your opening. You'd whimpered softly, reached down and touched where you were leaking, and - without even really thinking about it - gathered what he'd left there and pushed it back inside yourself before drifting back to sleep, safe against his chest.

--

The cabin you reside in is only temporary, though you wish you could stay longer. The group came across it in the early hours of yesterday morning, and you've spent most of that time naked in one of its four beds, sleepy and content among the warm sheets. It's been so long since you felt the comfort of a real bed, a soft mattress and thick blankets, and from the moment you passed the threshold Joel was adamant that you spend as much time in it as possible.

He's so kind.

He's been planning something with the others, an upcoming raid, a plan of attack, but you don't pay much attention to those things. When it all goes down, Joel has assured you that you won't be anywhere near the carnage, still safe and warm in the cabin until his return.

"Need you safe, little one," he'd told you softly last night, fingers scratching soothingly across your bare back, "Can't have anythin' happenin' to you." He'd kissed you tenderly, whiskers tickling your lips and making you giggle. "You'll stay here with Tommy, he'll take care o' you."

"Tommy?" you'd asked curiously, unsure which member of the group he was referring to.

"My number two." He'd brushed his nose against yours, touching his index finger to your bottom lip and tugging gently, "Don't worry, baby. I trust him."

"Okay, Daddy."

You can hear his muffled voice now through the door of your room, though you can't make out what he's saying. He's addressing the group, going over plans, but you're sleepy and have been in and out of consciousness for most of the afternoon, lost in the comfort of your warm bed. It's only when you hear someone say the girl, that your ears prick up, brows furrowing as soon as you realize they're talking about you.

Only seconds later there's a light tap on your door and you sit up in bed, gathering the sheets around yourself as it opens. You peer wide eyed at one of the other men of the group, standing there with a hand on his hip and his head tilted charmingly to the side. He's very handsome, dark haired and mustached and from what you've seen, always pretty well put together. You think this one is Tommy, the number two, but you're still not entirely sure.

"Your daddy needs you, sweetheart," he says calmly, though his eyes tell a different story - he looks at you hungrily, like they all do, gaze going glassy and dark. "He asked me to help you get dressed."

"Oh," you whisper, nodding slowly, "Okay." Knowing it's what Joel wants, you let the sheets drop, and now the man you think is Tommy can see that you're completely naked on the bed, exposed and soft. It's nothing new or alarming - Joel has not been discreet when it comes to your relationship, and you're no stranger to the men taking peeks at you, peering inside your tent when Joel's not there, watching the rise and fall of your breasts as you pretend to be asleep.

You watch as this man's eyes fall to your pussy, and you can't explain why it throbs beneath his gaze.

"He just wants you in a dress," he murmurs, leaning down and assessing the few garments folded near the bed that make up your incredibly simple wardrobe; two dresses, two shirts, one pair of jeans. He picks the warmer dress, the blue one with long sleeves, which you greatly appreciate; the cabin may be warm, but it's still the middle of winter.

He approaches the bed with a smile, unfolding the dress.

"Arms up, sweetheart," he says softly, and you obey. You wait for him to help guide your arms and head through but he doesn't, instead opting to stand there for a moment just looking at you. His eyes are glued to your breasts, smile still curving his lips as he reaches out and very gently strokes the side of one with his knuckle. You shiver.

"You're so pretty, honey," he murmurs, trailing his finger up and down slowly, just shy of your nipple, "You know that?"

You nod slowly, eyes hooded and arms still extended, "I- I think so."

His thumb finds your nipple and rubs it gently, bringing it to life under his fingertips. "Your daddy's been takin' real good care of ya, hasn't he?" he asks quietly, circling the hardening nub, "In a lotta ways."

You nod again, aware of a slow trickle of warmth beginning to pool between your legs, and unsure whether what's happening right now is something Joel would want. "Y-yeah."

"Heard him fuckin' you to sleep last night," he breathes, and the words send another throb to your pussy, "He was all up in your guts, wasn't he?" His hand suddenly moves from your breast to your bare tummy, and he palms the soft skin there delicately, "Right here?" You nod again and he smiles.

"You make the prettiest little sounds when you're gettin' fucked like that, babygirl."

His praises send tingles up and down your spine like Joel's do, as well as a blooming warmth to your cheeks. "Thank you," you whisper, unsure what else to say to such a statement.

"You're welcome, sweetheart." As he says it, the fingers on your stomach trail downward a little bit to rest on your mound. He strokes the skin there gently, thumb dipping low to brush against your outer lips. "Soft little pussy," he murmurs, smiling kindly at you again, "You like havin' this all filled up, honey?"

You nod again, still unsure the point of his questioning, of his touches, but also not really wanting him to stop. A quiet whimper slips past your lips when you feel the tip of his thumb lightly brush past your clit and prod very gently against your hole. There's no way he doesn't feel the sudden wetness there, the slow drip of stickiness and the warmth of your arousal, as well the faint remnants of Joel's cum still leaking from where he'd fucked you a few hours ago - he hums quietly, unsurprised.

"Yeah, you like bein' full," he breathes, that dark glint returning to his gaze as his thumb just barely pushes inside, "Y'like bein' used."

It's not a question, but you nod anyway.

He suddenly removes his hand from your pussy and finally helps you with your dress, pulling it down over your arms and shoulders and helping you stand on wobbly legs. With another kind smile, he brings his hand up and gently brushes your cheek.

"So pretty, babygirl" he repeats quietly, "Like a little angel, ain't ya?" He suddenly presses his thumb gently against your mouth, lightly prodding for entrance, and without much thought you allow him to slip it inside; it tastes like your arousal. Eyes sleepy and pussy throbbing, you suck on his thumb obediently, as if it's just second nature to do so.

"Christ," he mutters, watching your lips as you suckle around his thick thumb, "Now that's a good girl."

"Tommy!" Joel's voice from the other room suddenly shouts, and the man who you now know for sure to be Tommy - the man who Joel is planning on leaving you with during the raid - quickly pulls his thumb from your wet mouth.

"Come on, sweetheart," he says, smiling crookedly, "Let's go see what your daddy wants."

--

There are five other men in Joel's group, from what you've gathered, including Tommy. Four of whom currently stand in a half circle in the front room of the cabin, arms crossed, boots tapping, attention directed at Joel who sits in a dusty armchair in the corner of the room. They all turn to look at you when the bedroom door opens, and watch with those familiar glazed expressions as Tommy brings you to their leader.

Joel's serious expression grows soft when he sees you, a small smile gracing his lined face. He peers at you, crooks his fingers. Without needing to be asked, Tommy carefully hoists you up into Joel's lap. His thumbs linger for a moment on your waist, a small stroke so quick you're not sure Joel notices - you're not sure you want him to - and then he's pulling away to stand beside the chair, asserting the role of number two.

It only takes a few seconds for you to realize that Joel's cock is out, hidden beneath the thick cotton of his jacket, out of sight. With no hesitation you wrap your arms around his neck and open your legs, laying your face against his shoulder and sighing contentedly when you feel his tip notch at your wet entrance. Not fully hard yet, he pushes inside carefully, subtly, and you ease yourself down just as quietly to sheathe him inside of you. You close your eyes and nuzzle into the warmth of his coat, already feeling the soft weight of him begin to stiffen.

You've done this before. Sometimes when he's overwhelmed, in over his head, needing to be grounded, he likes to have you sit on it. The first time it happened you weren't sure how to feel, self conscious with the other members of the group staring and knowing that you were full of him, soft whimpers escaping your mouth with every small movement or jostle. It's okay, little one, Joel had whispered, barely audible, you just focus on me.

Now, it's second nature. You can feel their eyes on your back and you know they can tell what's happening beneath Joel's coat. But now you find that you don't really care.

He starts talking then, continues whatever it was he was discussing before you left the bedroom. It becomes white noise almost immediately, your eyelashes fluttering as you bury your face further into his shoulder and focus on the feeling of his thick cock growing large inside of you. You love the way it stretches you, pushes, begins to prod up and against your cervix. It pulses and twitches within your walls and you squeeze down on him tighter, mewling a little without really meaning to.

At your noise you suddenly hear a soft chuckle from directly beside the armchair. You open your eyes halfway, looking up sleepily at Tommy who's still standing to your left. He smiles at you like he did before, a twinkle in his eye, and then winks. He obviously knows what's going on - standing so close, there's no way he didn't see you settle onto Joel's cock.

You peer back at him, blinking your eyes slowly and tightening your arms around Joel's neck. He tilts his head, and you suddenly let a smile turn up the corners of your lips. Look Tommy, you almost want to whisper, he's all up in my guts, like you said. You're not sure why you feel so unbothered under Tommy's gaze, why you don't yearn for him to look away like the others and for him to pretend it's not happening. There's a feeling in the pit of your stomach that you can't explain, that you don't want to explain.

You stay settled like that on Joel's cock for about fifteen minutes, letting the deep voices of the men around you fade into the background. You close your eyes again but you can still feel Tommy's eyes on you, watching, assessing. Every now and then Joel carefully adjusts you, driving himself a little deeper each time, sending tiny bursts of pleasure throughout your body as your pussy leaks around the intrusion. If Tommy were to lift you up again you know there'd be a dark spot at the front of your dress, a trail of slick on Joel's coat.

One particular adjustment moves the edge of the lining of Joel's coat between your folds, coming to rub against your clit, and without any warning you feel yourself start to come. Your soft cry interrupts the voices of the group, a hush of silence suddenly blanketing the room as you tighten around Joel's cock and gush around him, shaking in his embrace. His arms come up to hold you close, rubbing your back soothingly.

You look up at Tommy again and find that his eyes are hooded as he watches you, lips parted and brow furrowed with what can only be arousal as he watches you fall apart on another man's cock.

"Christ," you hear one of the men murmur, and you feel heat flush your cheeks and ears, the self consciousness returning in full swing as you come down from your orgasm, burying your face in Joel's coat once again.

"Not a fuckin' word, Perry" Joel states, voice firm.

The conversation continues like nothing happened, and you try to let the sudden embarrassment you feel dissipate as much as possible despite still being impaled on Joel's length. You nuzzle against the warmth of his neck, sighing and trying to get your breathing back to normal. Your cunt continues to spasm around him in small twitches, aftershocks, soft whimpers still falling from your lips unconsciously. It doesn't take long for the sounds and sensations to set him off, and there's another lull in the discussion as Joel tenses underneath you and starts to come.

"Oh for fuck's sake," you hear the same voice from before mutter, but his commentary is suddenly lost beneath a soft groan from Joel as his cock twitches inside you. It pulses warmly, thick bursts of cum painting your insides. You gasp softly and squeeze your thighs against his, letting him fill you up in slow and steady spurts, claiming you. Daddy's special girl.

There's a moment of silence, a deep sigh from Joel, and you wait with the rest of the group for him to speak.

"You wanna say that again?" he finally says, voice gruffer this time but stern and serious, as if he didn't just come inside you in front of a room full of his men, "Huh, Perry? You wanna fuckin' say that again?"

Another beat of silence. Then-

"I'm just sayin'," the man named Perry grumbles somewhere behind you, "Aren't you worried you're gonna get her pregnant? I mean, Jesus Christ, Joel, we don't need another fuckin' mouth to feed."

The words send a shockwave through your body, eyes widening.

"And where the fuck do you get off tellin' me what I can and can't do?" Joel asks angrily. His body has gone stiff beneath you but you think you've gone equally as stiff against him, Perry's words suddenly circling over and over again throughout your mind.

Pregnant? Could you be pregnant?

"I don't know if y'all remember," Joel says coldly, "but back in my day there was a little thing called a fuckin' vasectomy. Need me to explain it?"

"Oh, fuck off, Miller."

You suddenly find yourself peering upwards again at Tommy, eyes still wide as Joel and Perry start to have a go at each other. He looks at you once, brows scrunching together when he sees the sudden look of shock in your expression, the confusion, the fear.

"We've all been thinkin' it," Perry is saying, voice slightly shaky in his anger, "It's a valid fuckin' concern."

"Well now it ain't a concern at all," Tommy suddenly jumps in, hands clenching into fists at his sides, "She ain't gettin' pregnant, he's shootin' blanks."

His protectiveness sends another confusing feeling of warmth to that pit in your stomach. Your heart is pounding as you continue to peer up at him, eyes still wide, and he shoots you a soft look of reassurance before turning his attention back to Joel.

"Don't know why you had to have her in the fuckin' first place," Perry spits, "She's just some fuckin' girl. And now we gotta stand around and watch you fuck her all the time? It's fuckin' sick."

Joel stands suddenly, almost like he's forgotten you're sitting in his lap, jostling you to the side as his cock slips out of you. You take a step backwards, finding yourself bumping into Tommy's solid form as Joel zips up his jeans and tilts his head from side to side, bones cracking loudly in the tense room. You can finally see this Perry now, a much younger man with dark hair, standing a few feet away. He's thin, almost gaunt looking.

Joel could kill him so easily if he wanted to.

But he doesn't. Instead, he reaches down and takes your hand, pulls you away from the group and back toward the cabin bedroom. He mutters something under his breath to Tommy in passing, something you can't make out, and as he ushers you inside the room you hear the heavy shuffling of boots as the men are lead back out into the snow.

--

He explains to you what a vasectomy is.

You breathe a sigh of relief.

Wrapped up in warm bedsheets again, you close your eyes and nuzzle against his chest, letting his large form crowd and comfort you, his arms firm around your waist. You can feel his cum starting to drip from you under your dress, making a mess of your thighs.

"I don't like the way he talked to you, daddy," you whisper like it's a secret, voice hushed and muffled against his coat, "I didn't like it at all."

He sighs, pulls you in closer and presses a kiss to the top of your head. "I'll take care of it, little one," he murmurs softly, a sense of finality in his quiet words, "Don't you worry your pretty little head."

He's so kind.

[fleshbride]

PRESENTING . . . AIN’T NUN BUT A HOOCHIE MAMA!

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ TOJI FUSHIGURO X F!BLK!HOOCHIE READER

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ CW: black fem reader; reader is 26, toji is 34; reader is on the thicker side; usage of the word nigga a few times; smut; breeding kink, hair pulling, dumbification, overstimulation, pussy slapping, impact play, messy pussy eatin’, size kink, hints of sado-masochism, a bit of brat taming, manhandling, praise & degradation, multiple orgasms, cervix fucking, choking, squirting; fwb-ish to lovers (?); pet names are used, such as mama, baby, pretty girl, dollface, princess & sweetheart; reader has a kid of her own; reader is a hoochie, meaning she’s seen as ‘ghetto’ but in a very pro-black & attractive way; reader has a mature body, pudge, cellulite, stretch marks; reader accidentally flashes toji; reader & toji share a blunt; toji is actually a good dad in this!

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ wc: 7.5k

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ this is actually pure filth. this was my first time writing for toji EVER and actually my longest work. guys when i tell you i put some shit into this thing, idk what i did but i SNAPPED. HARD. i hope you guys enjoy this nasty thing that came from my imagination. not proof read or anything so pls excuse my typos!

sometimes, your job could be a godsend. who knew that a simple job at the local hair store would catapult you into meeting one of the sexiest men you’d ever seen?

to be completely honest, it wasn’t solely your job that sparked such an interaction. it was moreso you; you possessed an irresistible, unmistakable charm that was impossible to ignore. your voice, soft as a lullaby, held a dulcet quality that drew people in like a magnet. anytime you opened your mouth to speak, you commanded attention effortlessly, as if your words held some mystical power that captivated any listener.

everyone was always drawn to you, and it wasn't hard to see why. who in their right mind wouldn’t be smitten? you were a vision of beauty, with your radiant brown skin that seemed to glow as if illuminated from within. your smile, perfect and white, could light up even the darkest room, making hearts skip a beat. your eyes were another story altogether. they seemed to sparkle, glimmering with an intensity that was all yours.

your hair was always done, you always made sure that you had a fresh set of lashes. to add, you never forgot to apply your clear lip gloss. now, this wasn't just any gloss, it was your signature, lip gloss added a radiant shine and highlighted the natural beauty of your plump and full lips. your lips, always so perfectly glossed, assumed an irresistible charm that made them look especially appetizing.

to add onto it, your personality was in tip top shape, matching your looks. while sometimes your mouth could get a little reckless, you had an air of kindness, professionalism and just genuine good vibes. it was hard to dislike you, no matter the case. you were a woman of wonders.

you loved your job at the hair store too; maybe that was why your attitude was always good while you were there. it paid well, the hours were flexible and it was something you enjoyed. you loved how your manager let you pick out the wigs and the outfits that would be displayed, and sometimes she let you take home left over makeup and jewelry — which was how you got your favorite set of hoop earrings.

working at the hair store also granted you all types of experiences. sometimes you met upcoming make-up artists and beauticians, hair dressers, nail techs, lash techs — you always made sure to be extra helpful and friendly to everyone you met, just in case they could ever help you.

or… on the rare occasion, you met men. often, they were coming in for their wives, daughters, sisters, nieces, friends — and each time, they were clueless. of course, you helped, breezing past them with the smell of bubblegum and perfume, preferably daisy by marc jacobs.

today was no different.

you were the only one working in the store this saturday, and it was roughly around 12 in the afternoon. the sound of needed me by rihanna echoed through the store, giving it a nice ambiance. you clocked in at 9, and were scheduled to get off at 4 — you had a bit of a long day ahead. however, the store had been a bit slow today. not many customers entered; maybe three every hour, compared to a usual 7-15 people per hour. you were both grateful and a bit sad for the lack of people, as it left you with extra time on your hands.

instead, you found yourself thinking of your six year old daughter at home. alaina, your sweet girl, who was at her grandmother’s for the day. you fondly rubbed the bead bracelet she made for you, that spelled out mommy. your daughter was the most loving child you knew, and you adored her with every part of you.

as you gazed at your bracelet, you let out a soft hum. you’d have to get her another one from here, even though she already had a plethora. whatever you got from the hair store, you usually shared with alaina.

the entrance bell dinging had you snapping out of your thoughts of your daughter, turning your head to greet whoever entered. your boxbraids slid down your back as you looked. it was a little girl who entered, no more than nine. she was in a cute blue dress, with dark brown hair pulled into a ponytail. her cheeks were rosy, which had you cooing at her mentally.

“hi baby,” you called out to her, looking behind her for a parent, “where’s ya mama, hm? a lil’ one like you shouldn’t be walking around all alone.” the girl hadn’t noticed you, and jumped when you called to her. she put her hands up, waving them enthusiastically. “o-oh no, miss, i’m with my dad! he’s just getting his wallet. do you know where the nails are? and the makeup?”

you smiled at the little girl, stepping from behind the counter. you were in a beige sun dress, with some matching wedged sandals. the sundress was long, coming down to your ankles, but there was a slit on the side. it hugged your curves nicely, even though your little bit of pudge was much noticeable; you didn’t care. to be honest, the dress covered way more than your usual outfits, especially in the summer like this. you had never been scared to show your body, even after you had alaina and people insisted on you covering up; because you were a mother now. however, you didn’t give a fuck. if you wanted to wear your shortest shorts, you would.

“c’mere baby girl, it’s this way.” you offered the young girl your hand, which she took happily as you led her. “i’m assuming you’re looking for the press ons, right? not the ones you glue?”

the girl gave you an enthusiastic nod. “yes, ma’am!” she was polite, you noted, with a curl of your lips. her father must be raising her right. “my dad says i’m not big enough to ruin my nails with glue..”

you let out a laugh as you squeezed the girl’s hand. “your daddy’s right,” you mused, “stick to the ones you can press til you become a teenager.” you brought her to the kiddie nails, and stood with her while she made her pick.

the young girl seemed stuck between a pair of pink ones leopard print ones, and blue zebra print ones. “what do you think, miss? i can’t choose.”

you only gave the girl a shrug. “i say get both. let ya daddy worry, not you.” however, because you liked this little girl, you’d only charge her for one anyways. the girl nodded in agreement, giving you a giggle, which you quickly reciprocated.

all of a sudden, you heard the gruff call of, “tsumiki! where have you ran off to?” the girl perked up immediately, and ran to the end of the aisle. “dad! i’m over here!” she called, waiting patiently for him to come over.

you raised your eyebrow as you made your way over. you were a bit curious to see the man who had raised such a sweet and polite girl. as you reached the end, your eyes widened as they set on the man.

he was tall, unbelievably so. his towering stature, reaching at least 6’2, must’ve made him stand out in any crowd. his body was muscular, brawny and well-built, and t he black compression shirt he wore clung to his chiseled frame, accentuating the broadness of his shoulders. his hair, a deep black, was just a bit shaggy — the perfect length to frame his strikingly sharp face.

his eyes were a vivid green, so piercing that they could make anyone feel as if they were the only person in the world. they locked onto you and tsumiki. his attractiveness was lethal, and it was impossible not to notice the way he looked over you. his gaze was slow, lingering, and purposeful, almost as if he wanted to make sure you noticed his attention.

you would’ve been phased if you were a different woman; but you weren’t. instead, you gave him your trademark smile, looking up at him with a warm aura.

a scar sat on the corner of his lip. it twitched slightly as his lips curled into a smirk, making him look even more attractive to you then he already did.

“you work here?” came his deep, rough voice. it provoked goosebumps down your skin, but you didn’t allow yourself to show it.

“yup,” you answered, “sorry i wasn’t at the counter, i was helpin’ miss thing here pick out some new nails.” you watched toji’s mouth open, and held up a finger, “and yea, before you ask — it’s the press ons. no glue needed.” the man let out a hum and gave a nod of approval.

“good. tsumiki, go put those on the counter and if you want anything else, ya better pick before i get back up there.” he told her; his voice was rough, yet still somehow sounded caring. when tsumiki scampered away with an, “okayyy!”, he turned his vision back to you.

the once over he gave you earlier didn’t seem to be enough. he gave you another; from your champagne blond knotless boxbraids which were long and down your back, curving over the swell of your ass, down to your painted white toes in your sandals. shit. you were fucking hot.

“how old are you?” he asked boldly, not wasting a second.

you raised an eyebrow, “you ain’t ever heard it ain’t good to ask a lady her age?”

“so old enough,” he countered back with a smug smirk. “have you been able to drink legally for at least two years?” still asking your age without pointedly asking like before.

“i’ve been old enough to drink legally for five years,” you relented, “so like i said, old enough. why you askin’?”

“i like to know the ages of my women before i hit on ‘em.”

you grinned. you already knew you were going to like this man, and his attitude towards you solidified that. “and i like to know the age of my men before i let them,” you combatted.

“thirty-four,” he answered immediately, and the corner of your lips pulled up in satisfaction. twenty-six and thirty-four. not a bad age gap, only eight years. you could manage.

“you allowed to hit on me now,” you said playfully as you slid past him, “don’t make the shit corny, ‘cause i’ll laugh at yo ass.” maybe that’s his plan, you thought, him tryna laugh me out my panties.

the man let out a bark of a laugh, following after you. you could almost feel his eyes locked on you as your hips swayed while you walked. he only chuckled out, “oh, don’t worry about that.”

you went back behind the counter, ready to pay for their things. tsumiki had thrown a stack of bracelets on the counter, and a new tube of sparkly pink lip gloss to which you scanned and then only scanned a pack of the nails. her father raised an eyebrow at you, but you pretended not to notice. “that’ll be 18.75,” you informed. her father pulled out thirty dollars and slid it to you. as you prepared to give him the change, he shook his head.

“don’t need the change. consider it a tip or somethin’.” you furrowed your brows at him, but didn’t question the customer. instead, you handed them their things with a sweet smile. “bye, lil’ missy,” you told tsumiki, before looking up at the man, “come back soon.” your voice was low, and quite flirtatious. he gave you a smirk.

“oh, i will.”

and he did.

it was three days later when he finally came back. you were leaned over the counter, examining your new nails. it was hot, too hot to even be working. the doors were open, and the AC’s were blasting, trying to cool off the store. you wore a jean miniskirt, with a fat gucci belt on your hips. you paired it with a cropped pink tank top that had a deep v-neck, showing off a bit of your cleavage. your golden nameplate sat perfectly on the apex of your breasts. today on your feet instead of sandals were your pair of pink and white dunks. you had taken out your box braids, and gotten your hair done the same day you got your nails done.

now, you had gotten a lace front installed — and you looked good as fuck. it was a deep shade of vibrant purple, down your back. you had added your own spin, doing one of those heart shaped parts and gelling it down the side of your forehead, and doing edges on the side.

as someone entered, you turned your head to the side to greet them. “good afternoon,” you said cheerfully, looking at the woman who entered. she was dark skinned, with a bumped bob. her makeup was done sharply. you watched as she side eyed you, and muttered out a terse, “hello.”

immediately your eyebrows furrowed. “bitches got an attitude, okay,” you grumbled under your breath as she disappeared into the aisles. it was a few minutes later when she came to the register with a flat iron. off the rip, you told her, “oh mama, you don’t want this one. a few people who purchased this one have said that it heat up too quick and smoke a lot, then breaks. so go ‘head and get another one.”

the woman glared at you, looking you up and down. “excuse me, i didn’t ask for your opinion on what i’m buying. and if it’s so faulty, why haven’t you taken it off the shelves?”

her attitude immediately had you tilting your head, trying your best to bite your tongue. “ma’am, that ain’t my job, i don’t do merchandise, i work at the register.”

she rolled her eyes at you, before snapping out, “then don’t say anything about said merchandise.”

your next words came out before you could even think about it, “ho, i’m tryna help you not burn this crispy fuck ass bob off but okay.” upon realizing what you said, you didn’t apologize nor change. instead you cocked your head, tilting it, while staring at her blankly.

“excuse me?” the woman asked, “honestly, i don’t think i’m taking hair advice from a woman who don’t wear hers natural, and has her skirt digging up her ass. how old are you? you have to have a child at home, dress with more fucking class before you talk about me,” the woman’s face was twisted as she snapped at you.

“i know damn fuckin’ well,” you said slowly — and just like that, you knew you were about to cuss her ass out. “i know DAMN fucking well that you’re not talking to me like that. bitch, are you mad that your ass built like a fuckin’ square? bitch be mad then cause that’s why yo ass slope like y=mx+b. bitch, don’t you EVER question my fashion choices when you’re wearing leather in 87 degree weather. you fuckin’ cereal box built ass bitch, you know what, i got a trick for you—“ you quickly took the flat iron from her and pointed a nail at the door. “now get the fuck out, bitch you’re banned.” the woman opened her mouth to retort, but you were faster, talking over her, “bitch, i don’t give a FUCK. get the fuck out.”

the woman mumbled a, “ghetto bitch.” before storming out the store while you massaged your temples. it was nothing you hadn’t heard though. “fuck be wrong with bitches. man, i need a fucking BLUNT.”

“personally, i would’ve hopped over the counter.”

you looked up at the familiar voice, seeing the man you met the other day. immediately, a grin spread across your face. “look who came back.”

“told ‘ya that i would.” he mused, walking up to the counter, “you should’ve thrown the flat iron at her face. i would’ve paid money to see that.” he wore a white wifebeater and black basketball shorts. did he just come from the gym or something? the lack of clothing allowed you to see just about all of his muscles, and god, were you pleased.

you snorted, giving him a playful eyeroll. “shit, i was fuckin’ thinking about it. you saw the whole thing?” the mystery man, who you decided to dub mr. man, gave you a nod. “positively. you cleaned her so beautifully, and i have to add, you look so, so appealing when you’re angry.”

“shut up, nigga,” you laughed as you put your elbows on the counter, cupping your face with both hands. “what’re you here for?” you looked up at him, and he mimicked your action, fitting his fat ass arms on the counter.

“i need some hair gel for my son. he’s in this spiky phase, shit, i don’t know,” mr. man rolled his eyes a little bit, before adding, “and i don’t know which to pick. as you can clearly see, i don’t use gel.”

you let out another laugh, coming from behind the counter. “yeah, c’mon mr. man, i’ll show you which to use.” off the rip, you noticed how his eyes locked on your body.

yeah, i got it like that, nigga, your inner thoughts said as you internally hyped yourself up.

“mr.man?” he questioned from behind you, his eyes focused on the way your hips swayed, and the way a little bit of your ass was uncovered by the skirt.

“well, you never told me your name, so i gave you a nickname.”

he snorted a little before saying, “well, my name’s toji, for one.” you thought about it for a second for a second. was that a moanable name? you went through it in your head. yeah. definitely moanable.

“my name y/n,” you finally disclosed, “but everybody just call me n/n.” toji nodded a little. “n/n… that’s cute.” you noticed one of the items had fallen off the shelf, and without hesitation, you bent over to pick it up, completely forgetting about the fact that you were wearing a skirt, and the man behind you.

toji almost had a fucking heart attack. his eyes zoomed in onto your now slightly revealed ass, your sheer red panties that showed the plush outline of your pussy. shit. shit. it was over in a second, much to his mixed chagrin and gratefulness. however, he wasn’t some boy — he maintained a straight face and control. you placed the item back on the shelf and resumed walking.

“alright,” you said, as you reached the gels, “see, here’s what i use for my daughter,” you held up a jar of eco. “eco holds good for her, and it lasts long, to be honest. her hair is a bit thicker. and it doesn’t have like color residue like prostyle gel.” you grabbed the black container of prostyle gel. “but if your son has like brown-black hair, it’ll be good.” toji shook his head, saying, “nah, he has that weird bluish-black.” you tutted and put the prostyle down.

“there’s also gorilla snot gel, which i recommend if his hair is straighter, you feel me?” you held up the yellow bottle of gorilla snot.

toji looked at both and let out a short groan. “i can’t decide. i’ll take ‘em both and see which works better.” you shrugged and passed them to him. you took note of how positively huge his hands were. they could probably cover your whole face. or… your entire ass.

“i didn’t know you had a little runt too,” he made conversation with you as you walked back to the counter, “i forgot you’re almost 30.”

“yeah i forget too, trust,” you laughed a little, “my little girl’s my pride and joy, her name’s alaina. she’ll be starting first grade this year, i’m so proud of her. i actually got pictures.” you pulled out your phone and showed him your lockscreen which was the two of you. toji chuckled.

“y’all look alike, cute,” he commented, “my son’s seven, and tsumiki’s eight. you met her last time.” you fondly recalled your encounter with the polite young girl. “you a single parent, too?”

you gave him a nod, and a shrug. “alaina’s daddy claimed he wanted nothing to do with her, so i kept it like that. then his stupid ass got locked up, thank riddance.” toji let out a short laugh. “tsumiki’s mom was my first wife, and we divorced. megumi, my son, his mom was my second. unfortunately, she passed.”

“aw,” you said, pouting sadly and placing a hand on his large arm. “i’m so sorry for your loss, sweetheart. i hope you’re doing alright.”

toji laughed a little. “i’m fine, pretty mama, don’t worry about me.”

you bristled at the new nickname, giving toji a wicked grin. “that’s how you referring to me now?” you asked, as you slid behind the counter to the register.

“you’re pretty, and you’re a mama,” toji said with a shrug. “it honestly only fits.” you very pointedly made sure to check him out and said, “mmhmm..”

as you rung him up, toji said, “does alaina need any new friends? my son’s a bit shy and doesn’t talk to nobody but his sister… maybe they could have a few play dates?”

“yeah, i’d love that!” you answered, a genuine smile coming onto your face. anything referring to your daughter made you happiest. “your total is 14.95. here i’ll give you my number...” as toji paid, you rang it up. on his receipt, you wrote your number and passed it to him.

toji grinned and gave you a nod. “see you around.” you wiggled your fingers in return.

see him around, you did. you and toji were quick to hook up play dates whenever your schedules aligned. you became familiar with the routine of getting off work in the afternoons and scooping alaina’s to head to toji’s to play with her two new best friends.

you and toji often stayed downstairs, while they played in tsumiki’s room. you and toji would watch movies, roll blunts and eat food — or sometimes even play texas hold ‘em, in which you won every single time.

toji would grumble, and accuse you of cheating, when in truth, he was really just a bad gambler, but all was well. you considered toji a good friend… of sorts.

because that’s what you two were; friends. friends who sometimes flirted a little; you considered toji a friend when you’d bend over to pick things up in those skimpy jean shorts you wore; toji considered you a friend when he’d slide past you, pressing his crotch against the curve of your ass and muttering a, “excuse me, n/n,”; you considered toji a friend when you’d play sexyyred and say the lyrics a little too… forceful; and he considered you a friend when he’d make slick little sexy comments about your body before adding, “that’s just what other guys think.”

safe to say… there was a bit of tension between you two. and finally, it came to a crescendo.

it was normal, at first. like usual, you and alaina were at toji's house. it was around 9:30pm, and the kids had collapsed after playing all damn day and finally having a meal of chicken nuggets. you remembered the look on your face discovered them. they were heaped in the large bed; tsumiki had more than enough room for all three of them, yet they were together. alaina was draped over megumi and tsumiki, her face in megumi’s chest but her body pressed to tsumiki’s. they were all tangled up, limbs skewed and whatnot.

and now, you and toji were together downstairs, toji watching as your nimble fingers crafted the blunt — his were too fat. your feet were in his lap, and he was watching you with those bright green eyes. as you rolled, you were mumbling one of sexyy’s songs. “fuck me like you mad at me, baby.. i need that dick to drive me crazyyyyy…” you sang under your breath.

toji raised an eyebrow at you, “the music you listen to has some really… meaningful words.” as you licked at the blunt, you let out a laugh. “i agree with everything she say. when suki said that if you ain’t eating coochie, you ain’t fucking, i felt that one.”

finally, you perfected it and grabbed toji’s lighter. “you only fuck eaters?” he said, amusement trickling through his voice. you lit the blunt and took a deep inhale, masterfully blowing it up into your nose and then out again before passing it to him. “yup. only fuck eaters ‘cause they do it the best. you an eater, toji?” you asked pointedly, watching as one of his rough hands drew circles on your leg, then up to your knee, while the other lifted the blunt to his lips. he took an inhale, then another. god, you hated double hitters, but it was okay — it was only you two.

“wouldn’t you like to know?” toji shot back, his trademark smirk sliding across his face. his lip twitched, scar jumping.

“that’s why the fuck i asked you, toji,” you clapped back immediately, making the older man squeeze your leg while passing the blunt back. “watch your mouth, n/n. don’t get fucked up.”

“or what?” you immediately retort, holding the blunt up to your lips as you took another puff. “you not gon’ do shit to me, toji, like i honestly wish you w—“ your words were halted by the man throwing your legs off his lap, one hand going to spread them roughly as he pressed his fingers against your clothed cunt.

“i’m not gonna do shit?” he repeated, as your eyes went wide; he had obviously startled you, but you weren’t opposed to this one bit. as his fingers rubbed at your pussy through your shorts, you shook your head feverently again, looking at him as you held the blunt to your glossed lips. “not a damn thing.”

when all toji did was nod, you were sure you were in for it. and you were. he was quicker than you, grabbing your hand that held the blunt and quickly forcing you to put the blunt in the ashtray. the smoke you were holding in your mouth was forcefully removed as toji roughly pressed his lips to yours, the smoke being shared between you two as he pried your lips apart.

the next few minutes were coated in a needy haze. his big hands were everywhere, all over your body. moving to squeeze at your tits, your ass, your thighs. eventually the settled on the waistband of your shorts and began to unbutton them. before pulling them off completely, leaving you in your lacy dark blue thong.

he pinched the plush of your pussy, barely hidden by the panties — more like decorated by it. immediately, the scent of your slick, which was already dripping, filled toji’s nostrils, making him let out a wanton moan.

“fuck, mama,” he hissed as he trailed his finger down your slit, “you always this wet? this is how you’ve been the entire time?” he looked up at you, eyes darkened with lust.

“no,” you lied immediately, giving him a reckless smirk. “she just like that off the rip. i determine whether it’s for you or not.” toji only let out a little laugh. “word?” he asked. you opened your mouth to repeat the word back to him, but you were rudely interrupted by him slapping your pussy.

it wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t exactly soft, the pain sending sparks of pleasure through you. you hissed out a, “shit..” toji smirked at your reaction as he pushed your panties to the side, before delivering another smack, this time a litle harder. you let out a mewl, squirming in his hold.

“crazy,” toji said to you, “two lil’ slaps just made you leagues wetter. you sure you’re not wet for me?”

you refused to answer, only giving him a shrug. “so you wanna be a brat now, huh?” he asked you with an eyebrow raise as he began to pull the panties down your thighs. “like you weren’t jus’ all over me. ‘toji, you a eater?’” he mocked you in a high pitched voice as he pulled you forward, legs sliding over his broad shoulders. you remained silent, biting your tongue. maybe you were a brat; you knew that with toji’s strength and stamina, you would get much more if you drew it out. plus, you wanted to make him work for every moan, every word.

“you gon eat my pussy or not?” you asked boldly, your hand going to lace through his hair, nails pressing against his scalp. “like literally, shut the f—!” you were interrupted by toji latching his mouth onto you, completely ripping the words from your mouth.

his tongue, long and flat, slid between your plush folds, calloused hands digging into your thighs as he shoved his face between your legs. off the rip, his motions were rough and quick, tongue swirling against your clit before going down to your hole, curling against it to lap at your essence. you gripped the couch as you let out soft moans, trying not to be too loud — you didn’t wanna fuel toji’s already large ego.

“fuck,” he mumbled as he pulled away, “pussy’s so sweet, baby. i should’ve bent you over in that fucking store the day you wore that skirt.” you were unable to respond before he was diving back in, tongue messily trailing througu your pussy. he was there between your thighs, feasting on what you offered, lapping up all the sweet nectar you had to spare. his lips latched onto the delicate bud of your clit, sucking with a fervor that left you gasping, while he looked up at you with a gaze that was as heated as it was prideful.

one of your hands found its way into his hair, tangling in the soft locks as you gripped it tightly, the other clutching onto the plush fabric of the couch as though it was your only lifeline. your breaths were coming out in ragged gasps, each one harder to catch than the last, your mouth falling open in that perfect 'o' shape as you let out sounds so sweet and melodious, singing a song of pure pleasure just for him.

and you couldn’t help it; euphoria was pulsing through your body, coating your thoughts in nothing but toji. your toes curled, as toji slid his tongue inside of you. god, he was so messy, your slick already all over his face, his spit mixing with your slick as it trailed down your ass.

you were incessantly moaning, unable to even downplay or disguise it anymore. “s-shit, toji, fuck, that feels so good—!” he looked up at you with satisfaction as he slid his tongue into your entrance, curling it upwards against your walls.

you squealed, trying to scoot backwards away from the pleasure, but he was quick to yank you back, trapping you against his mouth, his hands coming to wrap around your thighs. one of his fingers traced the stretch marks on your thighs. he worked his fat tongue inside of you, curling and sliding as his pointer finger swirled your clit at such a fast pace, you was sure he was gonna give you something close to a rug burn.

his paired actions had you spiraling over the edge, the coil in your stomach stretching and stretching until it was ready to snap. “toji, ‘m close—! fuck, fuck— gonna cum!” toji’s movements became much more insistent, gaining in speed as he basically shoved you over the edge.

your orgasm hit you like a brick, your back arching off the couch as you gripped toji’s hair tightly, whined babbles of repeated words leaving your lips. if it weren’t for toji holding you down and anchoring you, you were sure that you would’ve grown fucking wings and soared away.

you creamed all over his tongue, and he made sure to pull away, before messily spreading it throughout your pussy, just to lap it all up over again, letting you settle, working you through the after effects of your climax.

you sucked in ragged gasps as toji pulled away, licking his lips and wiping his face. he stared at you with such intensity, shivers went down your skin. your eyes immediately focused on his hard dick through his sweats, the outline prominent. you tapped your foot on his thigh. “gimme that,” you breathed.

“do you deserve it?” toji said back, his voice a bit raspy. “been a bratty slut this whole time. you were so cocky, remember? i don’t get you wet, right?”

you wanted to maintain your pride, you really, really did. but desperate times called for desperate measures. “c’mon, toji,” you sighed sultrily, “i was just playin’.. just wanted to make it a little fun for you, you know that..” you spread your legs a little more, teasing him as you continued, “it’s all yours, i swear — been waiting for this for such a long time.”

toji only gave you a soft chuckle and the only words gave you were, “that right, baby?” immediately, he scooped you up with a single arm, flipping you over onto your hands and knees. you let out a noise of surprise, but immediately arched your back, looking back at him as he pushed his sweats down his thighs. his dick sprung up, and you couldn’t say you were shocked by it.

his dick was both fat and long, and it almost made your eyes pop out of your head. he had to be at least eight inches, veins running up the side of his heavy dick. his tip was a dark apricot shade, and it was leaking bad, opaque beads of precum sliding out of his slit. he was well trimmed, with heavy breeder balls. you almost salivated. but at the same time, you questioned how all that was even supposed to fit in you.

he seemed to know exactly what you were thinking. “don’t you worry, princess. you’ll take every inch of me.” one of his hands gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks apart as he directed his tip against your entrance, slapping it there a few times, making you groan in need. “t-toji, stop fuckin’ playin—!”

once again, you were rudely interrupted by him pushing the tip inside of you. he let out a hiss, your walls sucking him in. however, with just how wet you were, he slid right back out. he let out a snicker as he leaned his hand down to slap your pussy again. “but you not wet for me, alright..” he lined himself up again, and this time — he didn’t push into you slowly.

with one rough thrust, he filled you to the brim, forcing you forward as you let out a strangled noise, clawing at the couch. “toji! oh fuck..!” you pulled your hips forward, trying to get him to pull out a little, but he wasn’t having it. “s-shit, i’m not even all the way in yet,” he huffed, hair hanging in his eyes. toji was letting out pants, it felt as if your pussy was fucking suffocating his dick, strangling it.

inch by inch, he pushed the rest of his dick in, until the plush of your ass was nestled against his pelvis and stomach. he yanked at his shirt, pulling it off of his body. your slick was already coating him, dripping down to his balls. you were a mess, mewling just from him entering. you felt so full — his dick stuffing you better than you ever had been before. and it was driving you out your mind.

toji didn’t wait for you to adjust. with one hand on your ass, thumb rubbing against the ridges and dimples, and the other lacing through purple hair, toji pulled all the way out, and then slammed all the way back in. the force of his motions shoved you down into the couch, and immediately you let out a cry of, “t-toji! slow down!”

but slowing down wasn’t apart of his agenda. he rasped out, “nah, this is what you wanted, baby. so take it. take my dick like a good fuckin’ girl.” he began snapping his hips into you, the veins on his dick dragging against your walls just right. your cunt clamped down on him every time he tried to pull out, as if it was forcing him to make your cunt his new home.

toji was mesmerized by the way your ass jiggled and clapped with every movement he made, the sound of your skin slapping filling the air. he slapped your ass hard and then squeezed, making you squeal once more. “fuck, look at you. bouncing this ass back on my dick so good..”

at his praise, you looked back at him before proudly twerking back on his dick, putting on a little show. he laughed, his hand trailing from your hair to snake around your throat. “such a fuckin’ slut,” he said gruffly, before pulling his hips back so that only the tip was inside before ramming his dick back inside of you.

you felt him nudge against your cervix, and you let out a noise close to a scream, while his hand tightened around your throat. tears filled your eyes at the pain, your lashes beginning to slide. “you’re gonna wake up the kids, princess. wouldn’t want them to come down to seeing you getting fucked like some whore, right? keep that pretty mouth quiet.” he leaned down, chest pressing against your back as he curled his much larger body against yours. “but not too quiet. wanna hear you lose your fucking brain over this dick.”

his other hand came to wrap around your throat, and he began to jack hammer into you, slamming you on his dick over and over. your eyes rolled back, a mix of pain and pleasure twisting through you, that coil getting ready to snap again. “t-toji…” you slurred out, “g-gonna fuckin’ cum again…!”

“so fucking do it,” toji hissed as your clenching began to get more intense. “paint my shit, baby.” his voice was sending shivers down your spine, aiding your increasing pleasure. you let out ragged moans into the couch as your body trembled, pussy spasming wildly around his dick as you came a second time.

he didn’t slow down through your orgasm, instead, he went faster, if that was even humanly possible. he pressed down on your head, forcing your face into the couch, and pressing on your belly simultaneously. it forced you to have a deeper arch, but it also made you feel just how deep he was inside of you. pressing his big hand against your stomach to feel his bulge had toji grinning.

you were a wreck, tears sliding down your face, your lashes long fallen of. you were pretty sure your lace had peeled, but you didn’t care. you could barely think, barely form coherent sentences with how toji was fucking you. and he knew it. he knew he reduced you to a mess, and he wasn’t even halfway finished with you.

soon, he felt his orgasm coming, and he let out a deep groan. “shit.. where do you want my cum, doll? ‘m getting close..” you were quick to whine out, “i-inside, toji.. want you to cum inside…!”

“haah!” he grunted out with a smirk, “want me to fill you up, huh? want me to stuff you full with my cum? yeah, i bet you fucking do, look at you.”

“toji, toji, toji, fuckkk.. want your babies, c’mon, make me a mama again—!” toji laughed shakily at your dumb response, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “fuck yeah, dollface. you better not spill not one drop, alright?” he let out a strangled moan as he released, his thick cum filling her to the walls.

you sucked in harsh breaths, finally feeling relieved after toji’s constant fucking stopped. he seemed to slow down, gently fucking his load into you. you began to relax… however you were sorely mistaken.

“you thought i was done with you?” toji asked as he gripped you, flipping you over so that he could see your face. you looked a mess, but you were so, so pretty. your eyes were watery, face with tear trails all over. your lips were bruised from how much you’d been biting them. at least your hair was still intact… for now. toji leaned down and pressed a kiss to your jawline, down to your throat. he yanked at the top you wore, and when it didn’t want to cooperate, he ripped it and peeled it off of you himself. “toji, my shirt….” you whimpered but he dismissively waved a hand. “you’ll get one of mine.” he reached behind you, unclipping your bra and letting your tits spring free.

his big hands almost swallowed them as he began to leave bites and kisses all over your throat, collarbone and chest. “can’t possibly be done with you,” he said against your skin, “been waiting to fuck you like this since i laid eyes on you, doll.”

he left a plethora of hickies on your skin, very obviously marking you as his. you were still speared on his dick, and he began to roll his hips languidly inside of you, curving into your g-spot repeatedly. the feeling had you seeing stars as he gripped your legs and pulled them around his waist. with each thrust, he began to get more forceful and speed up, until once more, he was pounding your insides.

your nails went to his back, scratching, making toji wince in pain as his hips collided with yours. three of your nails had broken off. a third time, you felt yourself reach your climax once more, but it felt different. painful almost, with the last your clit throbbed. you managed to push away the toji-shaped clouds in your brain and realized.

“t-toji—! toji, ‘m gonna squirt!” you cried out as you twisted in his hold, the pleasure becoming overwhelming for you. “t-toji—!” he only smirked at you, yanking you closer. “make a mess f’me, mama. wanna see you get all messy… c’mon, c’mon, make that pretty pussy squirt on my dick.” he pressed another messy kiss to your lips as his hand snuck down to rub your clit, forcing more pleasure into your system. you let out a ruined, gasped noise — like you wanted to scream but couldn’t get it out. clear liquid gushed from you, coating toji’s lower half, some of his abdomen and the couch.

you were in too much of a haze to notice that soon after, toji came inside of you a second time. he didn’t pull out at first, instead opting to lay his head against your sweaty skin, pressing kisses. he realized that you would be completely gone for a bit, after that, so he was gentler with you. he pulled out, watching his cum slowly dribble from your hole after the two creampies he gave you. not wanting you to sit in your own fluids, picked you up and brought you to his room, putting you one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers before tucking you in.

he went back downstairs, eyes locked on the mess you made on the couch. a soft whistle escaped as he plucked your lashes off the sofa and put them on the table.

you probably wouldn’t become his girlfriend yet; but you damn for sure weren’t going anywhere now.

[pinkgy]

Hiiiii, I really enjoy your works, and hope that you're still taking requests. (Oh and sorry since English is not my first language, hope that you can understand what I'm saying :'3)

If you fine with taking request, I have this little imagination about WHB: Fem!MC love to sleep naked, and when she in hell, she often takes off her clothes while still in deep sleep. How about some reactions from the kings (and Lucifer pls) when they wake up and see MC naked in front of their eyes?

Will they be a little gentleman and roll her into a kimbap roll, or maybe something steamy will happen? (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Thank you so much for writing about WHB!!

Have a great day!

Hi Anon! Don't worry, I totally got your idea, English is not my first language either so I get you :/

Thank you so much for your request and I hope you like it. ♡

I went a little overboard with lucifer, but I hope there's no problem with that.

𝗪𝗛𝗕

𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦

"𝗖��𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗙𝗙"

GN! Pronouns + Slights mentions of Fem Anatomy

𝗖𝗪: Perv Kings, Slight somnophilia, but it’s consented, Leviathan is a bit OOC at the end, Rough Oral Sex M Receiving, Intergluteal Sex, use of Petnames (that’s my way to avoid using Y/N and Reader)

Filth (Lucifer, Beelzebub, Mammon)

No Filth (Satan, Leviathan)

𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗡

⁂ Satan is a heavy sleeper, and someone really clingy too, he could be holding you tightly and will never notice that you are taking off your clothes, so you being completely bare in front of him would be really sudden for him.

⁂ It takes him a few seconds to assimilate everything when one day he wakes up in the middle of the night to drink water, why does your body feel so warm ? Satan raises his hand that had wrapped around your waist and caresses your body to find out that effectively, you were naked.

⁂ After a few seconds, Satan, somnolently lifts the sheets to find your body deep asleep and completely bare, and suddenly, he’s no longer sleepy.

⁂ For one moment the blood from his head went to his other head, your boobs were pressed between your arms since you were sleeping on your side and your bare pussy was fully exposed to him, and as he looked at the bed, your clothes were all scattered around it.

⁂ But at the same time, you looked so peaceful while sleeping, and waking you up just to relieve his perversions felt like a crime, he could do better, and at the end of the day, you were his, if he wanted he could do anything to you, but once the morning rises and you are both awake.

⁂ So he slapped his face, went to take care of his hard-on in the bathroom, drank cold water, came back to the bed and cuddled you as if nothing happened

“You turn me on just by looking at you naked as if I’ve never seen you that way a thousand times before, you got me down bad”

𝗠𝗔𝗠𝗠𝗢𝗡

⁂ Satan is a heavy sleeper, but with Mammon, it's straight-up impossible to wake him up and he only gets out of his bed if he has to go to the bathroom.

⁂ One morning he wakes up with you facing your back to him, since your shoulders were uncovered he thought you were wearing a tank top, but wait, you were wearing a full pajama set that he gave you as a gift.

⁂ When he realized he quickly in one swift movement pulled the sheets off your body, and there you were, fully naked, and now not only your back was facing him, but you beautiful ass too.

⁂ As if it moved by itself, he put his wide hand on your asscheeks, and he slowly moved his middle finger above your butt crack, provoking a tickle to run down your spine which made you shiver in your sleep.

⁂ Mammon didn't think twice and and slowly put his wide body against yours, making sure that his now hard dick was firmly against your ass, he tried to shuffle his hips so he could nestle his hard-on between your asscheeks but that only caused you to almost wake up.

⁂ After a few minutes of pondering whether he should wake you up or not, he decided to leave that up to fate, so he carefully pulled down his underwear a little, just enough to free his cock, and slowly began to push his cock between your buttocks, simulating a penetration.

⁂ Of course you eventually woke up, you had an overly aroused demon using your asscheeks as a fleshlight and whispering the dirtiest things you’ve ever heard in your ear

“It took you some time to wake up, that’s good, I wouldn't want to cum without being inside you, would you let me in now pretty ?”

𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗭𝗘𝗕𝗨𝗕

⁂ There’s no morning in which Beelzebub doesn’t wake up with a hard-on, and that makes him someone who is constantly looking for morning sex, and as someone who sleeps naked, he makes it really obvious that he wants you.

⁂ When he woke up one morning with your pajama top hanging from his horn and your fully naked body completely passed out beside him, he was not surprised, he was delighted.

⁂ That morning you wake up by feeling something touching your cheek, maybe it was Beelzebub kissing you, he was particularly clingy in the mornings so it wouldn’t be unusual, never in a million years you would’ve imagined that the thing touching your cheek was his leaking cock.

⁂ Once Beelzebub realized you were fully awake he put his tip against your lips, smearing his pre-cup in them, and all you could do was try to process the situation.

“Good morning beautiful, you are so provoking, look how you got me, now you gotta be responsible”

⁂ Beelzebub crouched down a bit and took your cheeks between his hand, pursing your lips making you mouth open slightly, enough for him to push part of his tip inside your mouth.

⁂ Maybe you were too sleepy to notice, but once you were fully conscious of the situation, Beelzebub was jackhammering his cock in your mouth, you chin and part of your chest were covered in a mix of your spit and pre cum (or cum, who knows if he already came in your mouth) and your head was being held by each side by his strong hands.

“Please let me use this pretty mouth of yours for a little longer, it’s so addicting, once I start I wish I could stay here forever”

𝗟𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡

⁂ Levi is not someone too cuddly when he sleeps, he even tends to be rather distant, so he wouldn't notice your body tossing and turning in bed while taking your clothes off.

⁂ He's someone who takes his sweet time to wake up, and opening his eyes one morning just to have as the first thing he sees your naked body in front of him making its way to the bathroom was some big surprise.

⁂ He's left confused, he cannot process why you're naked so suddenly, so once you get out of the bathroom the first thing you encounter is a sleepy leviathan sitting in the bed glaring at you.

"Leviathan, is there something wrong?"

"Yes, you"

⁂ Surprisingly, he stands up from the bed and begins to take his clothes off too while maintaining eye contact with you, and once you’re both fully bare, he lies back down on the bed, patting the side where you usually sleep.

“We’re both going to sleep naked today, not only you, now get on the bed before I hang you”

⁂ You better get on the bed quickly, and once you do Leviathan will spoon you tightly using as an excuse that he doesn't want you to get out of bed again.

⁂ Leviathan likes the intimacy of sleeping naked with you, he feels it makes you closer than you already are, and in general, it’s comforting to him.

⁂ He likes this little habit of yours.

“Maybe if I hug you tighter you might stay with me for a little longer, so please let me be this close to you more often”

𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗙𝗘𝗥

⁂ He’s a veeeeery light sleeper, even the slightest movement you make in your sleep wakes him up, so you can be sure he's going to notice when you start taking your clothes off.

⁂ And what is he going to do about it? Absolutely nothing, he'll just watch as you slowly begin to remove each piece of your pajamas part by part, he will not even help you when he notices that you’re having trouble removing a piece, and he’ll simply sit on the bed and watch you, and may even remove the sheet from your body to see you more clearly.

⁂ Lucifer also has a very good sense of smell, it's just a matter of the slightest whiff of your arousal getting to him so that his dick makes a prominent tent in his pajama bottoms.

⁂ He will try to hold back as much as he can before taking action, and will take his time to watch every part of you carefully, which will only make his cock hurt from how hard gets.

⁂ All his attempts to restrain himself collapse once he hears you whine slightly as you change your sleeping position, facing you back to him.

⁂ It look him just a few seconds to grab your waist tightly and lift your body so it was sitting on his lap, pressing his now exposed hard-on on your back, he gives 0 fucks about waking you up, once you both are finished you’re going to be too tired anyways and you’re going to go back to sleep.

“Good morning sweet, could you do me a favor ?”

“What’s going on?”

“Just be good for me and then you can go back to sleep”

⁂ Your sleepy voice and the warmth of your body against his only made him feel hornier (if that's possible) so he didn't take long to effortlessly lift you off his lap and lower you back down, making sure his cock was now between your legs and rubbing against your cunt.

“Now rub me sweet, make me feel good”

⁂ With his right hand, Lucifer gently caressed your chest, while his other hand was grabbing your waist, the tip of his dick reached up to your bellybutton your legs were forced wide open, the situation was so obscene, your own arousal was dripping from you, wetting Lucifer’s thighs.

⁂ Your hand caressed Lucifer’s hard-on slowly, going from lightly squeezing his tip from rubbing his prominent veins, every move you made making him shiver, he was whispering all kind of passive aggressive things in your ear while he left soft kisses all over your neck.

“This pretty cunt of yours is dripping sweet, is it because of me ? After this I’m going to eat it so damn good”

[reidbae]

Elation

summary: You arrive late to your profiling class, and your entrance turn all eyes on you: Including a certain brunette professor's.

pairing: sub!prof!spencer reid x dom!fem!reader

warnings/mentions: teacher x student relationship, age gap (reader is 22+ and spencer is 32+), AFAB!reader, palming, choking, hair pulling, unprotected piv sex (do not do this pls), vaginal sex, degradation (m receiving), praise (m and f receiving), use of y/n before smut but ma'am and miss during, mild breeding kink, public sex technically, use of a gag, literally just filth tbh, reader is the dom but spencer's kinda bratty/semi-dominant and bites her back, idc if this is unrealistic BUT NO ONE SEES Y'ALL OK

a/n: HELLO i am very sorry for my disappearance and i am very glad to be back! also thank y’all for 200 followers wtf <3 i hope you like this! :) (also see if you can catch the 68 kill reference)

w/c: 4k

You walked as quickly as you could to your class, your heels making your presence loud and known as you held your bag over your shoulder, a late pass in your hand.

You had to finish a test for another class that morning, and, as a result, would be late to your first class of the day, your profiling class. You had warned your professor, Professor Reid, ahead of time that you would be late to his class today, but it wasn't going to make walking in any less embarrassing, especially if he was in the middle of a lecture.

You were wearing a short red dress, that clearly accentuated your figure, and it was a bit revealing around your chest. You were in black heels, too, and your hair and makeup made you look incredibly dolled up. Not that you had anything in particular going on today, but it wasn't a crime to look good, was it?

Besides, some attention from Professor Reid wouldn't hurt.

The man was undeniably attractive. Older, yes, but attractive. You weren't one of those girls who was only auditing his class to stare at him, but anyone in their right mind would take a liking to both him and his appearance.

Not that you were looking for the attention (Or were you?), but it would be nice.

You pushed open the door to the classroom, and you instantly muttered a number of expletives under your breath as the door creaked loudly. All eyes immediately landed on you, including Professor Reid's, but you maintained your composure.

Your presence cut Spencer off mid-sentence, and, as you suspected, he was in the middle of a lecture when you opened the classroom door. His eyes bored into yours, quickly scanning your figure, as you tried to close the door as quietly as possible.

You walked down to the front of the classroom to give Spencer your late pass, your heels clicking the wooden floor, that, in that moment, seemed to be creakier than the door. You felt like you were on a runway with the way everyone was staring at you, and your walk was earning several whistles and murmurs from your classmates.

It was only tolerable because you knew that the only reason everyone was staring was because you looked good.

"Sorry I'm late, sir," you said to Spencer as you handed him your late pass. His face was red, redder than you'd ever seen it, and—Was that sweat on his forehead? Once again, his eyes shamelessly roamed your body, and he had to clear his throat to get himself to talk.

"No worries. I hope your test went well," Spencer smiled at you. You muttered a brief, "Thank you," before taking a seat in the front row.

As you did, the whistles and chatter from your classmates continued, to which Spencer responded, "Okay, relax. I'm sure if Miss Y/L/N wanted those completely inappropriate whistles, she would ask for them." Your classmates chatter dissolved into laughter at the comment, and your face broke into a smile. "Now, shall we?"

For the entirety of the lecture, Spencer's eyes seemed to never leave yours, or your outfit. You knew that it wasn't technically abnormal for him to be looking at you, considering the fact that he was giving a lecture, and would naturally be looking at the class, but the attention his eyes were giving you was too hard to ignore.

After class, you were finishing up your notes as the rest of your class filed out of the room. Once you were done, you were the last one left in the classroom, and you were putting your notebook into your bag when another voice cut through the silence: Spencer's voice.

He cleared his throat, then said, "Do you have any last minute questions for me, Y/N?"

"Oh, no, that's okay, Professor," you returned. "Just needed to put some final touches on my notes, that's all," you smiled warmly.

"Alright, then. Do you have a class after this?" he asked you. You noticed that he was no longer where he stood for his lectures in the front of the class, but in front of your desk, and you weren't exactly sure when he'd got there.

"Yeah, but I've got time," you said. "Why, did you need something?"

Why did you even ask him that?

Spencer's face lit up in a blush at your words, and he shook his head. "Me? Oh, no. I just wanted to make sure you wouldn't be late. If you need a pass, or need me to call anyone, I can."

"Oh, thanks. I think I'll be okay, though," you told him. Spencer nodded, his eyes wavering over you once more, and this time, you returned his gaze, allowing your eyes to soar between his face, lips, suit, and—Belt.

After a moment of silence, you cleared your throat, and spoke up once more. "What about you? Any classes to teach after this?" you asked, resting your hand on your hip.

"I've got my, uhm, prep block until 12 P.M., so, technically not," Spencer explained to you. You noticed the way he paused, stammering in your presence, and the nervous look across his face. You cocked an eyebrow.

"I see. That's good," you said with a shrug. He responded with a quiet, "Yeah."

"Can I ask you something, Professor Reid?" you asked as you looked up at him with a quizzical expression.

He nodded. "Yes, Y/N, what is it?" Spencer returned.

"Do I make you uncomfortable?" you finally blurted as you allowed your curiosity to get the best of you. Spencer raised his eyebrows, and, if it was even possible, his face got redder than it already was.

"What? No, of course you don't make me uncomfortable. Why do you ask?"

"Well, you've got your hands in your pockets, and you've taught us that people hide their hands when they're nervous. You're also red, and it looks like you're sweating," you shrugged. "You just look uncomfortable, and I was wondering if I had something to do with that."

Spencer looked down and chuckled. He licked his lips before saying, "Sometimes, I forget that I teach you how to analyze people's behavior. But you don't make me uncomfortable, Y/N, I promise," he assured you. And yet, his hands remained hidden, his face remained pink, and the truth remained buried.

And, although you had a good idea of what it could be, you were determined to figure it out.

"Well, there must be something going on, Professor," you pushed as you walked around your desk. The two of you were even closer, face to face, at that, and Spencer swallowed.

"Y/N—" he breathed as you moved closer to him.

"I've seen the way you look at me. It's kind of obvious. You'd think a profiler would hide that better," you smirked up at him.

Spencer cleared his throat. "I'm not sure I know what you're talking about," he murmured as he looked down at the ground.

You bit your lip, incredibly aroused by how riled up he seemed to be by your voice alone, and put a hand on his chest. "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about, Professor."

"You're not that subtle, either," he said. His brown eyes looked down to meet yours, and as they did, you could now clearly see the sweat perspiring on his forehead.

"I'm not trying to be. You, on the other hand, attempt so desperately to bury your feelings, probably because you know how wrong this is. Honestly, it's cute," you said, your thumb tracing absentminded circles in the middle of his chest.

You used your other hand now, both hands now smoothing soft circles higher, just below his shoulders. Spencer's breath hitched in his throat as he watched you, but a small smirk mirroring yours played across his face now.

"This is wrong," he said softly to you. "I'm your professor."

"That doesn't stop you from wanting me so badly," you didn't hesitate to remind him. Your next words came out in a whisper as you leaned closer and said, "It's okay. I want you, too."

That was all it took for Spencer to finally lean in, crashing his lips onto yours, taking your face into his hands, and God, was it hot. You kissed him back with mirroring desperation, pulling his body impossibly closer to yours. That was when Spencer took you into his arms, lifting you with ease, and sitting on the chair of your desk, placing you on his lap so that you were straddling him.

"Someone's eager," you teased between kisses. All he could do was nod, too desperate for more, too desperate for you. He pulls you back in, tongue riding yours as his hands forcefully grip your hips.

You hold his face, pressing him as close to you as you possibly can, and eventually, without even thinking, you slowly grind your hips on his lap. He responds with a whorish moan, looking up at you with an expression that said nothing but lust.

"Oh, God, you're so hard. You like that, huh?" you asked in a teasing voice.

"Y- Yeah, fuck," Spencer responded, hands digging further into your hips.

"Save your voice," you rasped. "You'll need it for when I fuck you."

"Y- Y/N, your class," Spencer reminded you in a stutter as your hands played with his belt.

"Ten minutes is all I need with you, Professor," you smiled, catching your bottom lip between your teeth as Spencer's belt clattered to the ground. "Besides, you can write me a late pass, can't you?"

"Yes. Yes, I can," he moaned.

"Then, don't worry about the time. Worry, about this," you said. With that, you dipped your hand into his now unzipped pants, touching him gently through his boxers. Spencer's eyes immediately closed, and his head cocking backwards ever so slightly.

"Oh, fuck, Y/N, that's-" Spencer whined, cutting himself off with another moan.

"Hm, Professor?" you teased nonchalantly, as if you were merely discussing your latest assignment. "What is it?"

"Good," he finished. "So good."

You chuckled at the sloppy, desperate view in front of you, your hand just barely touching Spencer's hard, aching cock, and him falling apart for it, sweat sticking several hairs to his forehead.

"Anyone could walk in and see you so needy for me like this," you chuckled. He was about to respond, but you quickened your movements, pressing your hand harder and eliciting a whine from him.

"I don't care," he shook his head. "This feels too good."

"Tell me how much you want this, Professor," you cooed softly, your words leaving your lips as a husky whisper. Your hand pressed down on Spencer's hard dick, taking what you could hold into your hand through his boxers.

"I want this, Y/N," Spencer said quickly, hands roaming your hips and back as he spoke in a soft tone. That rosy blush had never left his face as you responded with, "How much?"

"So much," he said desperately. "God, please, Y/N," he begged, neither of you even entirely sure what he was begging you for.

"That's pretty vague," you chuckle. "Tell me, Professor. Please, what?" you snap.

"Shit, I want to feel you, Y/N," Spencer whined in the brattiest tone you'd heard from him, evidently impatient for your touch.

As soon as the words leave his lips, one of your hands yanks his hair and pulls him back, to which he immediately groans.

"First of all, Spencer, don't fucking sass me. Second of all, I don't want my name to fall from your lips until I've got you coming and moaning it. Nod if you understand me, Spencer," your voice rang out in a domineering tone.

Taken aback by your tone, and so not used to being spoken to like this in his own goddamn classroom, Spencer shyly nodded, his cheeks a vibrant pink.

"Listening for once, huh? About time. You can call me ma'am or miss until I've got you where I want you. Is that clear?" you asked him. All this time, your hands had never stopped touching Spencer, and he had had a hard time responding to you this entire time through small whimpers and groans.

Spencer only nodded, to which you shook your head.

"Say it."

"Yes, ma'am."

"That's a good boy," you praised him softly as you leaned in closer, an amused smile across your face. "I'm going to fuck you so good. Is that something you'd want, baby?"

"Y- Yes, ma'am, it is," Spencer's hoarse voice rasped out. "You're sure you want to do this here? I could easily take you to my office, miss."

You giggled at his cluelessness as the hand that was touching him came to run through his hair. Didn't he know how much hotter the risk made this? Your fingers played with his soft locks as you answered, "Oh, sweetheart, you and I both know that you can't wait that long. Besides, I don't care who walks in. They'll see how desperate you are for me, and it'll be you who has to explain," you teased.

Spencer's face reddened as he fumbled with his words. "I- Well- Okay," he decided, because of his physical incapability to say anything else.

"Anyways, if you keep it quiet, there'll be nothing to worry about. So, do me a favor," you teased as you pushed your thumb into his mouth. "And keep your mouth shut. You can do that, baby, can't you?" you whispered. Spencer nodded with urgency.

"That's good. That's so, so good, Professor," you teased him. Your free hand came down to hike up your dress, revealing to Spencer your lace panties, that weren't covering all that much. The view made Spencer whimper out with need, only encouraging you to remove them at a tantalizingly slow pace.

You held eye contact with Spencer as you removed them entirely, discarding them on the desk behind the two of you. Next, you removed Spencer's cock from his boxers, biting back a moan at the view you were met with.

You knew he'd pack a lot from the day he'd become your professor, but, God, to see it in person like this, long, hard, and aching for you was almost too much.

"Jesus Christ, Professor. I've got you so worked up over what should be considered nothing in comparison to what I'm about to do to you," you smirked. You took his cock into your hand, pumping him up and down a few times, which only increased his desperation as he moaned around your finger. "Ready?" you asked finally.

Spencer could only nod, his face a deep scarlet hue, hips bucking up into your exposed cunt. You smirked.

Finally, you lowered yourself onto his cock. You'd fantasized about this moment so many times, and no amount of hours of touching yourself to the notion could even amount to the real thing.

Your pace was slow as you rode him, both hands digging into Spencer's soft brown locks. He lets out a moan he isn't sure how long he's been holding as you release your thumb from his mouth, and his hands instantaneously grip your hips as you start to ride him.

"Oh, God, Spencer, you're big," you praise him as your eyes shut. Your mouth doesn't, though, as small whines and whimpers fall from it, your lips curling up into a smirk.

"Th- Thank you, miss," Spencer whines back, rubbing soft, slow circles into your hips. He moves your dress out of the way so he can see you completely, hiking it up to your torso, and basking in the view of you. "You're so beautiful, miss. So, so beautiful."

All you can do is giggle as heat rises to your face. Once again, you bite your lip as you say, "Fucking my professor in his own classroom. So unethical and yet so, so hot," you rasp as you open your eyes again, gazing into his.

"You look so good," he tells you again, his words coming out in a pant. "You feel so good."

You pulled him back by his hair, exposing his neck, that was now entirely at your disposal, and attacking it with your lips. You press your lips against him with hunger, kissing and sucking, leaving as many marks as you please. The world was going to know he was yours if you had anything to say about it.

"You like how dirty this is, don't you, Professor?" you muttered, as close to his ear as you could possibly be. "You like the fact that anyone could walk in and see you falling apart for me, huh?"

Spencer only whimpers in response, squeezing your hips harder and shifting a bit as you continue to ride him, your pace quickening. That wasn't the answer you were looking for, and once you were sure he wasn't going to verbally answer you, you say, in a teasing voice, "Oh, come on, sir, give me more than that."

The moment you say this, an expression flashes across his face, one that can only be described as pornographic. It's whorish and needy, and you're almost worried you've already made him come, until you realize exactly why he just looked at you like that.

You chuckle and shake your head, unaware that he could somehow become more desperate than he already was. "What was that look for, sir?" You enunciate the word once more, and Spencer turns his eyes away from yours.

You grab his face, turning him to look at you, and rasp, "You like it when I call you 'sir', don't you, Professor?"

"Yes, miss. Very much," he instantly confessed to you. You smirked.

"Good, because I'm going to keep calling you it," you smile, and he nods in approval. Your hips continue to snap against Spencer's cock as you use him to pleasure the two of you completely.

"Open your mouth for me, sweetheart," you coo. Spencer couldn't oblige any faster, and when he does, you insert your thumb back into it. "Suck."

Spencer sucks like a man dehydrated, wrapping his lips around your finger with a look of compliance, incredibly eager to be as obedient as you want him to be.

"Such a good boy. I like seeing you so slutty like this. Because that's what you are, isn’t it?" you tease, giggling. You ride his dick to the top, pause for only a second, and crash back down onto him. "My slut."

Spencer nodded in return, his puppy eyes boring into yours as he gags around your finger. You remove it from his mouth and say, "Say it."

"I'm your slut, miss. I'm all yours," he indulges you.

"That's what I like to hear," you smiled. "Fucking you in such a public place when anyone could walk in. Such a bad girl, aren't I, Professor?"

"Yeah, you are a bad girl," Spencer moans out. His hands move from your hips to your tits, taking one in each hand, and working quickly with them. You moan when he does.

He's not only desperate for you, but desperate to make you feel good, too.

"Oh, that's so fucking good, Professor," you whine. Your movements grow quicker, as you both grow desperate to feel Spencer as deep inside your cunt as you possibly can be, and you groan out.

"I'm so, so glad, miss," he says in, arguably, his most submissive tone yet, and you bite your lip as blood runs to your face, flushing it with a red hue that surely mirrors Spencer's.

"You're so good for me, Professor," you moan.

"Fuck, miss, please say my name," Spencer begs you. One of his hands squeezes your waist again, eliciting a lewd moan from you, and you can't help but oblige.

"Spencer," you whine.

"Again," Spencer moans back, fondling your tit harder with one hand, and squeezing down on your hip as forcefully as possible with the other.

"Spencer," you moaned again, maintaining eye contact with him as his name fell from your lips.

"Yeah, just like that, miss," said Spencer.

As if it's the most natural thing in the world, you dip your head back into the crook of his neck, and begin to kiss him there. You bite hard enough to leave marks, and suck with enough force to leave a trail of hickeys wherever your lips touch.

Spencer's a whimpering mess above you, and as much as you love how vocal he's being, you don't love the idea of someone hearing the two of you, as much as you'd said you did.

The idea was hot, but getting caught fucking your profiling professor by a classmate, or God forbid, another professor, was absolutely mortifying, and not on your to-do list today.

"Keep it down, Spencer. Don't make me shut you up," you warned him between kisses. You bring a hand up to squeeze his neck. Surely, a bit of choking would get to his head, wouldn’t it?

It doesn't, and he stutters out above you, his voice broken and whiny. "M- Miss, I-" but he doesn't even finish his sentence as he cuts himself off with his own moan.

You remember the lace panties you'd forgotten on the desk a while ago, and the hand that isn't choking Spencer naturally reaches back to grab them. Without thinking twice, you shove them into Spencer's mouth, and he groans around them.

"I told you to shut up. Don't think you can misbehave and I won't punish you for it," you spat, biting into his neck again as your hold around his throat tightens. Spencer whimpers and nods, and you were sure that if he could speak, he would mumble an assortment of apologies.

"Tap me when you're ready to finish, so I can hear my name on your lips when you do. Until then, I'm going to use you just as I have been," you smirked, continuing to ride Spencer.

Over the next few minutes, the air's filled with moans from the two of you, and, if it was even possible, you had pushed him further inside of you. Spencer's hands roam everywhere in replace of his inability to speak, and he's as eager to get you to your high as you are to get him to his.

Eventually, Spencer taps your arm with urgency, and you can tell from the look in his eyes that he's close. You look up at him with a mirroring expression, and ask, "Close, sweetheart?"

Spencer nodded with a desperation you'd never seen from him before, and, in that exact second, you pull your panties from his mouth, and discard them on the desk behind you again.

"God, I'm going to cum, Y/N," are his first words. Your name sounds like honey falling from his lips, and you nod just as fervently as he had.

"Let it out, then, baby," you moan. "Come inside of me," you then rasp.

Spencer yanks you in and kisses you passionately, his hands tangled in your hair, and your hands tangled in his. One of his hands moves down to help you along, rubbing hard, fast circles on your clit. It's almost too much, and you're almost too sensitive: Almost. Your tongues dance with each other as you ride out your high, and Spencer fills you to the brim with his cum. You finally come undone, riding him as fast as possible in order to pleasure the both of you, and God, does it work.

When you've completely finished, you pull back for air, practically gasping for it as loud pants fall from your lips. "Jesus, Spencer. You were so good. Did you get off well, baby?" you ask him.

"Yes, ma'am," Spencer smiled as he softly rubbed your back, the desperation that was present a few minutes ago being replaced with a notable softness. "And thank you."

"Mmhm," you mutter as you press your lips to his again. You rest your forehead against his and smile. "You know that, uh, late pass you were talking about?

Spencer chuckled. He already knew what you were about to say. "Yeah?"

"I think I’m going to need it."

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[m1stm3]

sloppy seconds!!

this is filth y’all pls know that b4 anything

warnings!: SMUT, nawt proofread :3, stsg x fem!reader, hcs!! but i got a bit carried away, phone sex kinda? they send you stuff, suguru fucks satoru on camera, no use of y/n :3

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- they were both away on an important mission and for the few days they were gone they were so mean

- it wasn’t abnormal for them to send pictures or videos of themselves when they were away just to make sure you knew they were safe

- but the pictures and videos they were sending you on this particular mission were nothing short of cruel

- it started off cute, a selfie sent by satoru featuring the two of them, the caption mentioning them stopping at a hotel for the next couple of nights while they reconfigured something with the mission

- the next thing was sent by suguru, a video starting with a quick shot of his upper-half lazing over the edge of a luxurious looking bathtub before the camera flipped to capture the back of an unaware satoru who seemed to be studying his face in the mirror

- “just get in, satoru.” you saw satoru open his mouth to retort but stop when he saw the camera. you watched as he turned around, the towel around his hips just barely showing off his v-line.

- “you filming me without asking?” he teased once he was close to suguru, the microphone picking up the sound of a quick kiss and water sloshing before the camera flipped again, the both of them now in the frame

- “we’ll text you after we’re done in here.” suguru flashed a small smile as satoru blew a kiss to the camera before the video ended

- you didn’t hear anything from them until hours later, your brows furrowing at the series of notifications popping up at the top of your screen

- you opened up the group chat between the three of you. there were 12 new attachments from suguru that were simply captioned “wish you were here <3”

- you smiled softly at the message before clicking on the first video, the dark thumbnail keeping you unaware of the content

- your face burned while you watched, your lips parting slightly in shock. everything about it was downright sinful, your lovers tongue-to-tongue while satoru whined softly at sugurus hands on him. the sounds in the video alone sent heat straight to your cunt.

- you took in a deep breath when the video ended, grounding yourself before swiping to the next attachment.

- this one was a picture of satorus torso, white streaks of cum covering his stomach and looking away from the camera with a dark flush on his face. the only part of suguru you could see was his hand placed on the other man’s waist. fuck, you wish suguru had taken a video of satoru finishing.

- your thighs rubbed together as you continued swiping, pictures and short videos of satoru on his knees while sucking sugurus cock only making you more and more desperate for them to be there with you

- your phone dinged from another message. “watch the last vid with sound” sent by suguru

- you swiped through the next couple of photos (not without studying them intently, of course) before reaching the last attachment and clicking your phone volume higher

- the first shot of the video alone had you drooling, sound be damned. a delicious angle of a whiny satoru getting pounded from behind while sugurus free hand roamed over the curve of his ass

- satoru whimpered something unintelligible before pressing his face into the pillow below him, causing suguru to let out a chuckle from behind the camera

- “what was that? do you have something to say to our love?” satoru only nodded weakly in response, choking slightly at a particularly hard thrust.

- there was a shuffling behind the camera for a moment before it switched to a smirking suguru who leaned forward to hand the phone to the man squirming underneath him

- “go on, tell her what you were saying.” sugurus voice carried from the background of the video, his movements never stopping despite satorus obvious struggle to form a coherent sentence

- your jaw drops when you hear satoru let out a muffled whine of your name into the pillow, raising his head to look at the camera

- he looked almost angelic, flushed red all the way to his chest with tears clinging to his lashes

- he let out a curse, eyes falling shut for a moment before looking back at the camera. “miss you so much, baby… miss your pussy so much-” he cuts himself off with a groan caused by suguru pulling his hair

- suguru leaned forward, grabbing the camera from him. “isn’t he sweet?” he chuckled. “can’t say i don’t miss you just as much, though… we’ll make sure to give you all of the attention you need when we get back, isn’t that right ‘toru?” he flipped the camera as he spoke, pointing it to a nodding satoru

- “we’ll see you soon.” suguru purred from behind the camera before ending the video

- you sat in flustered shock for a moment, sending them a message before slipping your free hand under your waistband. fuck, they were mean…

[shinestarhwaa]

So I can't stop thinking about Ateez incubi-

But like...you're a nympho and they show up all "HA IMA SEX YOU"

and you're all "OH FUK YEAH" and they don't know what they are in for.

I keep wondering how each one would react to the tables being turned and the utter panic or if they'd love it.

I'm crazy and I've been on here too long.

An OT8 Incubus fic? Lord. I have never written anything like this before so pls bare with me and forgive me for any mistakes. I'm not too familiar with fantasy stuff but the incubi themes have caught my attention a few times before so I thought I'd give it a go. It has been weeks or months since you've asked this so I'm sorry for the long wait, but it's here. <3

SAY MY NAME | OT8

Genre: Smut

@anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @star1117-archives @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main

Pairing: OT8 Ateez x Fem reader

Word count: 4.1K (of 100% smut)

Warnings/tags: Incubus!Ateez (sexdemons), vulgarity, pure filth, unprotected sex, oral sex, anal sex, face/throatfucking, dirty talk, reader is such a menace and a brat like man Wooyoung seriously found his match, degrading, choking, namecalling (whore, slut), fingering, some m x m action, huge dicks fr, they're all hundreds of years old (and San and Hongjoong are kind of their leaders), Yunho is a rookie incubus lol, SO many orgasms, overstimulation, nipple play ig, cum eating, hairpulling, squirting

Let me know if you wanna be on my taglist❣️

This will be absolute pure smut so read at your own risk lol

ENJOY!

When you woke up in the middle of the night, you could feel something was up. The atmosphere was uneasy, yet you were unsure why. You sat up straight, rubbing your eyes, trying to focus.

''Look at that, guys, she's already showing off her beautiful tits,'' a voice suddenly called. You frowned, scanning the room until you saw shadows, eight to be exact. You looked at the shadows, back to yourself, noticing the blanket that pooled around your legs, breasts left uncovered. You had the tendency to sleep naked as it felt like freedom to you.

''Look at those... Nipples already hard.''

The shadows came closer, revealing eight men - were they men? They were bare chested, muscular, cloaks around their shoulders what seemed to be gorgeous red and black wings. Their legs were muscular, showing through the leathery-latex fabric of their pants. One of the shorter ones stepped forward, the buckles on his boots making a little noise with every step.

''Hello there, little one,'' he said, running his hand through his bright blue hair. ''Who... Or what are you?'' you asked, although you kinda had a feeling that you knew what was coming. ''Me? I'm an incubus, my dear, and you can call me Hongjoong, you'll need to know what when you'll be screaming my name,'' he smirked. You swallowed thickly, feeling the arousal pool between your legs.

One of the taller ones took a deep breath, gasping. ''Can you smell that, boys? How horny she already is? She barely met us and already cannot help herself,'' he smirked. You bit your lip. ''So you boys just- sorry... You incubi... just came into my room to fuck me?'' The second incubi stepped forward, coming closer to your bed. ''We sure are. And you have no other option than to fucking take it, take our cocks... I can't wait for you to take mine baby, you'll be screaming my name... Seonghwa, until you cry...,'' he spat, leaning into you.

''Who said I didn't wanna take it? Having eight little guys fight for me and wanting me on their little cocks sounds pretty good actually,'' you teased. You couldn't care less about them being incubi, being a brat was in your blood. ''I'm fucking ready,'' you said as you threw the blanket off yourself, revealing your naked body. ''Come and get it,'' you winked at them, noticing they were already hardening in their pants.

''Oh? A little girl who thinks she can handle eight incubi at once? You don't know what you are doing, little one,'' the tallest one said, stepping forward. ''Well, puppy boy, you don't know what you are in for,'' you smirked, crawling over to the foot of the bed, where he was standing. Your fingertips travelled up and down his chest and abs, making his breath hitch in his throat.

''Earth to Yunho? What do you think you're doing? You're such an idiot, you're a newbie and it shows,'' another one complained, rolling his eyes. He was much smaller, but he was muscular and feisty, making you curious. ''Wooyoung shutup, I'm only 139 years old!'' Yunho grunted, making Wooyoung laugh.

''139 huh? You'd be the oldest person I've ever had,'' you smirked, teasing him more. ''No, I will be the oldest you've ever had, and we are not so called persons, we're fucking incubi. I'm 456 years old so you better respect me, hm?'' another one said, lifting your chin up with his thick fingers. ''Mhm, alright daddy,'' you winked. The cat-like incubi rolled his eyes. ''It's San.''

''San... Sannie? Is your cock as big as a mountain?'' you giggled, teasing him as well. ''You must've been a cat in your previous life, you look like you could meow any second now.'' San grabbed you by your throat, grunting as you palmed his hardened cock. ''Who do you think you are, little one? That's none of your business. I'll fuck this brattiness right out of your little ass,'' he said as he threw you back on the bed. You got him right where you wanted, not caring that you were actually playing with evil, not caring about being careful.

San stripped himself from his black pants, revealing his big, hard cock. ''Oh? No underwear? That's kinky. Do none of you wear underwear under that?'' ''I'll fucking show you kinky,'' San said as he wrapped his hand around your throat. You whined when you felt the restriction on your throat combinated with San's thick fingers sliding through your wet folds.

''Gosh, how are you this fucking wet,'' the demon called Wooyoung breathed out, palming his own cock through his pants. San rubbed your sensitive clit, causing you to whine out. ''You act so tough, Y/N, but we are so much more powerful,'' he cooed, ''you act as if we're people... But we are incubi, my love, we are meant to sex you the fuck up... Fuck you endlessly, fill you up with our devilish seeds... bet you'd be into that huh? Wanna get fucked by a couple demons like the whore you are? Hm? We know all about it princess, we know all about how much of a whore you are for a little dick,'' San grunted, pumping one finger inside your cunt, causing you to moan out.

The sensation was so much more intense with a demon compared to a human being, you noticed. Only one finger left you completely needy and in desire for the eight of their cocks. San pumped two of his fingers inside you, making your arousal flow through you and dripping down your pussy.

''Look at you, such a pathetic little slut,'' another incubus smirked, walking forward. He was fully undressed and you couldn't help but be surprised and impressed by his thighs and thick, proud cock. ''You just love being used, isn't that right?'' ''Yes... uhm...'' you breathed out. ''Jongho, is my name, darling.'' You nodded, ''Yes, Jongho.''

''I believe you need all your holes filled, so why don't you open up your mouth babygirl,'' Jongho smirked, hovering above your face. He faced San instead of the wall so he could be in charge of shoving his dick down your throat, which he did, making you gulp around his cock.

San smirked, pumping his two fingers in and out of your sopping cunt at a rapid pace. You moaned around Jongho's large cock as he fucked your throat. With his heavy balls covered your face you couldn't help but lift your hands up and squeeze them, play with them and fondle them. Jongho moaned out loud, surprising the other demons.

''Look at that little girl, she's taking them so well, I wonder how she takes cock in her little cunt,'' a very pretty demon said. ''I know right, Yeosang, she's swallowing my fingers so well, so eager,'' San replied, putting a third finger inside you. You felt intoxicated by the feeling and the sexual tension lingering in the air. You couldn't help but moan loudly, even with Jongho's cock in your mouth.

''God, you, moaning around my cock like that... Is it that good huh? Is Sannie making you feel that good?'' Jongho cooed. You whined loudly as you felt San hit all the right spots inside you. Jongho started groaning and pulled out of your throat. You gasped loudly, barely adjusting before it was filled with a new cock. You had barely seen the face of the demon, but it was quick to tell you his name.

''I'm Mingi, nice to meet you,'' he said as he started fucking your mouth. He was even girthier than Jongho was. He pounded your throat hard and quick and you were nearly choking and tears streamed down your cheeks as his groans got louder gradually. He came across as a bit of a goofy one before when you saw him, but the way he made you gag around his dick made you nearly cum on San's fingers, who quickly withdrew them as Mingi orgasmed, spilling inside your mouth without a warning.

San gestured Wooyoung to come closer, making him open his mouth. The oldest slid his slick fingers into Wooyoungs mouth, smirking. ''How does she taste, baby?'' Baby? ''Like fucking hell, Sannie,'' Wooyoung smirked. You looked worried for a second. ''Oh no, that's a compliment!'' Wooyoung quickly explained, ''Hell is the place to be, my love, you don't need heaven,'' he smirked.

Of course he wouldn't say it's heaven, he's a demon, duh.

''Did you just call him baby?'' you dared to ask, eyeing San and Wooyoung. ''Oh we are kind of a thing,'' Wooyoung bluntly said. You gasped, ''And you're okay with just... fucking other people?'' Wooyoung laughed. ''We're not people, my love, we're incubi, we need sex, we are meant to have sex over and over. We don't feel love like you do, but I suppose he's Clyde and I'm Bonnie as you humans say,'' he explained. ''So partners in crime then? You fuck people together?'' you asked.

''Hey, you know, I didn't plan on making this some kind of tea party, can we get on with the sex please?'' Yunho complained. San grinned lightly. ''Newbie,'' he scoffed, ''Fine, go over to her then, show her what you can do, you might get promoted.''

''You guys get promotions?'' you asked curiously. ''Well, not in money, but other things. Better accomodations, better clients, like prettier clients, bigger and stronger wings, extra stamina, bigger cocks, whatever,'' San explained as he took off his pants last, revealing his absolute monstercock, reminding you he's the oldest of all of them.

You swallowed thickly as you scanned all of their bodies, which were definitely all better than anyone's you've ever had sex with. Yunho laid on the bed and pulled you on top of him. He lifted you up with ease, realizing his strength was definitely part of his forte. He slid his cock inside your slick cunt, stretching your hole out completely, causing you to whine loudly. ''H-Holy shit!'' you moaned.

''Don't forget lesson one, Yunho, she's not used to demon cocks so give her a minute, but don't give her too much control. We are here to use her,'' Hongjoong reminded him. Yunho nodded, placing his large hands on your hips. You panted out, feeling your entire body tingle. He gently played with your tits, rubbing your nipples softly.

You moaned as you started to bounce on Yunho's cock, surprising the eight demons. ''Oh she's crazy,'' Mingi muttered. ''She's so perfect... Like a real... proper slut, clenching on my dick,'' Yunho smirked. ''Yes! Oh god, say that again,'' you moaned out, bouncing harder. It didn't happen often that the demon's preys were so into it and even were doing the work voluntarily.

''Yeah? You like being called a slut? Look at you... bouncing on my cock like that...'' Yunho moaned out. ''Y-Yes, oh I love it! L-Love being stretched out by your big, big cock,'' you whined, throwing in an ego-boost for the incubus who started smirking, eyeing his fellow demons. ''Look at him getting cocky,'' Mingi grinned as he watched Yunho hold onto your hips tightly, pounding up into you.

''Yunho! O-oh my God, Yunho, I'm gonna cum!'' you whined out as you felt the familiar warmth in your abdomen. ''C-can I cum? Please, please, please?'' ''Yes, baby, cum, cum all over my fucking cock,'' Yunho grunted as he fucked you harder. You felt a sensation you had never felt before in your life as he bounced you on his length. You came undone so hard you nearly saw stars, letting out the most sinful, pornographic moans you ever made.

The large demon came right after you, spilling his devilish seed inside your wet pussy. You moaned at the feeling, collapsing on his large chest. Before you could regain your breath Yunho had already laid you down, making you whine at the empty feeling in your pussy.

''Looks like our whore wants something more,'' Hongjoong said, ''Do you want my cock, little one?'' The smaller one slowly walked over to you, intimidating you with his demonic eyes. He crawled over you and lifted up your chin. ''Yes, Hongjoong, I want you, want to be filled up,'' you whined.

Hongjoong didn't waste another second and plunged his length inside your wet hole, pounding into it so hard and fast you swore you'd pass out from the pleasure. You moaned out, grabbing the sheets when you felt Mingi's mouth on your breasts, licking and flicking your nipples with his tongue.

''Look at those fucking delicious tits, so pretty,'' Mingi grunted, lightly biting your nipple, causing you to arch your back. You swore you'd lose your mind as Hongjoong was fucking you into oblivion. His cock wasn't as huge as Yunho's but he made up for it in pace and stamina, showing no signs of exhaustion whatsoever.

''Fuck me, yes, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!'' you screamed, totally submitting to the demon taking over your body. ''You're fucking ours now, understood? You belong to us,'' Hongjoong growled, fucking you so hard you saw stars.

You moaned over and over, feeling your body start shaking as you couldn't help but cum all over Hongjoong's cock when Mingi slipped his fingers between the two of you and started rubbing your sensitive clit. ''O-oh yes! Y-yes!'' you moaned out. ''Yeah? Want my cum? Want my fucking cum? You're gonna fucking get it, Y/N, say my fucking name'' Hongjoong moaned out, letting go and climaxing inside your cunt. You clenched hard around him, milking him dry completely, whining out his name

He pulled out of you, a string of your combined cum connecting him to your messy cunt. Seonghwa didn't hesitate to crawl onto the bed, darting his tongue out like a hungry dog, lapping the cum from Hongjoong's cock and your pussy, making the two of you groan.

Seonghwa started licking your pussy, eating you out and swallowing all the cum and arousal like a starved man. ''O-Oh yes, Seonghwa!'' you whined, running your hands through his raven hair, pulling it slightly. The demon moaned at the feeling as he fucked his long tongue into your easy hole. Drool was dripping on his chin, but nothing could stop the hungry demon. ''O-Oh my God that feels so good!''

''Seonghwa likes to feast on horny girls' pussies,'' Hongjoong smirked. ''I-I can tell,'' you breathed out, pulling his hair once more as he sucked your clit. ''I-I'm so close, Hwa!'' you moaned out. Seonghwa smirked at the new nickname. He sucked your clit hard, using the force of his strong tongue. You quickly came undone on his tongue, climaxing for the third time already, but he wouldn't stop.

''T-Too much, O-oh, OH!'' you nearly screamed out, squirming underneath his touch. ''Yeah? Is it too much for you? Little whore... You were begging for it, and now it's too much?'' Yeosang said, the pretty demon. ''Y-Yes, too much, please!'' you whined out, tears rolling down your cheeks. ''Well, guess what, we don't give a fuck that your pleasure is too much for you, cause you're just gonna take what we fucking give to you.''

Your eyes widened and you nodded. You couldn't help how horny that made you, completely being at their mercy. ''Yes, fuck, I-I'm sorry!'' you cried out. Seonghwa slobbered at your pussy like a dog, moaning against it as Yeosang stood behind him, gently cupping his balls and fondling them.

''You're so good Seonghwa, you definitely discarded the Rookie title,'' he praised the other, making you assume Seonghwa hadn't been an incubus for that long either. Seonghwa pulled away from your cunt and laid down as he pulled you on top of him, gesturing Yeosang to get on the bed behind you.

Seonghwa slid his cock inside you with ease, making you moan as he filled you up. ''Come on, Yeosang, get inside her too,'' Seonghwa grunted. Your eyes widened and you yelped as Yeosang's cock slid in your pussy, along with Seonghwa's.

You screamed out when Yeosang started moving his cock in and out at a rapid pace, sharp nails digging in the silky flesh of your thighs. ''AH! O-oh my god s-so big! S-so fucking big,'' you whined out. You had never felt this full before. Jongho stood up and got on the bed, holding your head still as he entered your mouth with his cock once again.

''You didn't make me cum the last time, princess, and fuck, you're gonna take three cocks at ones now. Understood? You'll take my fucking cum down your throat,'' he threathened. You nodded quickly and opened up your mouth further so you'd be able to take more of him in your mouth.

The remaining five men were all surrounding you, standing next to the bed, either pumping their own cocks or touching each other's. ''Look how much of a slut she is, she's even taking three cocks at once... Never have I ever witnessed that before,'' Mingi breathed out. ''I knew it, I told you she'd be a real whore when we entered the room and I was right. Her tits were already in the game before she even knew,'' Wooyoung smirked.

You gagged on Jongho's cock, looking up at him with teary eyes, face and hair a complete mess. Seonghwa played with your nipples as he bucked up into your cunt. Yeosang moaned out as he slid his cock along with Seonghwa's, reaching and touching places no one ever had before.

''I feel you clenching again, princess, are you cumming again? Are you gonna cum on our cocks? Such a good fucking girl, taking us like a real whore, best fucking client we've ever had baby,'' Yeosang growled as he pounded you harder and harder. You moaned loudly around Jongho's cock, drool, spit and tears coating your pleading face.

''Go ahead princess, cum on their dicks as you take my fucking cum in your throat,'' Jongho ordered. It only took two more thrusts before you came undone on Yeosang and Seonghwa. Jongho spurted his white liquid in your mouth, some dripping out of your mouth near the corners.

''Good girl... Such a good girl,'' Jongho cooed, licking his own cum and spit off your cheek and chin before getting off the bed. ''Fuck, I'm gonna cum, gonna fuck you so full of cum,'' Seonghwa moaned out. ''Y-Yes, give me your cum!'' you moaned loudly.

Yeosang pulled out his cock and you were suddenly filled up by an insane amount of cum Seonghwa sho into you, he kept cumming and cumming, making you go crazy and cum once again on his length, squirting all over his body and the sheets, screaming out his name. The pretty demon spat on his fingers and entered your ass, scissoring you open, making you whine loudly. ''You even like that hm? You really are a slut,'' he smirked, as if he didn't have control over your pleasure.

It was what they did. They could do anything they wanted to you, there was barely anything they did that didn't give pleasure. They made their preys feel ten times more sensitive as they had them under their spell.

Yeosang pumped his cock so quickly, cumming all over your ass, making sure you were coated inside and out. ''Fuck,'' he moaned, milking himself over your ass, patting it lightly. ''Good girl.''

You panted loudly as you rolled of Seonghwa's cock. San crawled over to you and spread your legs, looking at your full pussy, painted white with cum. ''What do you think, babygirl, can you take some more?'' he asked. You nearly passed out from the pleasure, but you nodded either way, wanting to have had every member of their little demon gang.

San slid his fingers through your folds and spat on his cock, coating his length. ''Sannie, I wanted to go next,'' Wooyoung sighed. ''Well, you'll have to wait because I am about to split her ass open,'' he smirked. ''Oh yeah, sure, come on she just had Seonghwa, how can she take the other sperm-tank of the group?'' ''Oh well, she'll take it, don't worry.''

The oldest incubus got you on all fours in no time, shoving his cock inside your ass without any warning. You screamed out his name and your arms nearly immediately gave in. ''Gotta have had all your holes filled and coated with cum precious, so I am the one taking care of this one. F-Fucking love your ass,'' he grunted as he pistoned his wet cock in and out of you.

He fucked you hard and deep, pressing you into the matrass right on the spot you had squirted. ''Fucking whore... You love it so much don't you? Having the biggest fucking cock you've ever fucked in your little ass? You'll never fucking forget this, baby, you'll never forget my cock,'' he growled in a raspier voice than earlier.

''Yes, San, San, O-Oh yes fuck me, fill me up, please fill me up, cum inside me!'' you moaned loudly, voice muffled by the soaky matrass. ''Yeah? Want my cum in your ass? Okay, baby, fucking take it then,'' San moaned out before cumming in you, coating your insides with his cum. His cum was just like Seonghwa's; it was so creamy and it was so, so much, you felt completely full and fucked out when he pulled out of you, letting you lay there completely ruined.

Wooyoung turned you over so you laid on your back and hovered his cock above your face and you immediately let out your tongue, giving the tip little kitten licks, making him smirk. ''Can I fuck you, precious?'' he asked. There was something about him that felt familiar and comforting, and for a second you saw it in Wooyoung's eyes as well.

He slowly entered you, much gentler than the rest, making you gasp as you held onto him. He teased you, slowly grinding his cock in and out of you, looking you straight in your eyes.

''W-Wooyoung, Wooyoung!'' you moaned out as he rubbed your clit in little circles, going faster and faster. Wooyoung's dick felt so magical inside you, it wasn't as long but it was insanely thick and girthy, feeling the blood-pumping veins against your cum-coated walls.

''Yes baby, say my fucking name, say my name, I got you, I fucking got you,'' he moaned out, growing needier and needier, fucking you harder and moaning louder. You groaned and whined over and over, moans aligned with his hard thrusts.

''W-Wooyoung, W-Woo, Oh, Wooyoung!'' you cried out as he rubbed your clit quickly. ''Cum for me, squirt all over my fucking cock, okay baby? Just let go,'' he panted. It took one, two, three more thrusts before you screamed his name out loud, body shaking as you climaxed on his cock, squirting all over him, receiving a few 'oh's from his fellow incubi.

He came with a low, long groan, filling your entrance up to the brim until it spilled out. ''Fuck, baby, such a pretty little girl,'' he said as he kissed your head, showing a gentler side you hadn't seen of any of the incubi.

He pulled out of you and the remaining seven demons stepped closer, surrounding you on the bed. For a minute you were worried with was gonna happen, until you noticed each one of them had their large cocks in their hands, jerking off at their own paces, some slower than others.

You spread your legs, opened your mouth and closed your eyes as you saw their furrowed brows and heard their mutters and grunts, noticing they were gonna paint you with cum.

After Hongjoong was the first to cum over your thighs, the rest followed. Mingi and Yunho covered your breasts in cum, Jongho and Yeosang came over your pussy and abdomen, San an Seonghwa unloaded on your chest and Wooyoung was last to whine out your name, cumming over your face.

You panted loudly, breathed heavily, not being able to get up anymore, although you weren't sure if you were gonna pass out or it was their doing.

''Good girl,'' Mingi cooed, patting your hair. ''Sleep tight, we might show up again, princess,'' Jongho said. You heard them shuffling away from you, but you felt one's breath on your lips.

You recognized Wooyoung, who gently pecked you, and kissed your head. ''Are you coming, Woo?'' San asked. ''Yes, I'm coming...'' he said, sighing, kissing you one last time only to leave with the other demons. Then it all got quiet.

-

You woke up the next morning, your entire body sore and stiff, sticky with cum. You gasped as you recalled the memories with the demons, giggling to yourself as you thought about your little secret. You noticed a little note scribbled on the mirror with black letters that made you smile and think.

'I'll be thinking about you

-Wooyoung'

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Live Reactions Harris vs. Trump pt. 2 of ???

BUCKLE BACK UP BITCHES WE ARE BACK.

Welp, right into Ukraine.

SLAY question for David.

....brother wants Russia to win so fucking bad.

FAKE NUMBERS?! HELLO!?

County gone to hell mentioned, mark the bingo card.

God he's so in love with Putin it's insane.

CUT. THE. FUCKING. MIC. WHEN. HE'S. OVER. TIME.

AYYYE GET IT GIRL. READ HIM TO FILTH.

GREAT thorough response on Ukraine here, and great clarity in how she's working with Ukraine to help them keep their independence.

ooooooooh GREAT MENTION OF ALL THE POLISH AMERICANS IN PENNSYLVANIA

"With a dictator who would eat you for lunch" LMAOOOO

NO DAVID DON'T GIVE HIM A MINUTE, KEEP THE MIC OFF!

Kamala...she was never a peace emmissary...what the fuck is he talking about?

Nah the worst vice president was fucking Andrew Jackson.

Damn, I'm eating up this response from Kamala. Fuck. Someone ice bucket me please.

HER HOLDING BACK FROM CUSSING HIM OUT WAS HYSTERICAL LMAOOO

"I wanna move on" me too, David, me too.

Oh sweet jesus. The discussion of Harris' race is so...funky.

"either one is okay with me" dawg... hello?

GET HIM KAMALA!!! GET HIM. TEAR THAT TOUPEE OFF AND WIPE THE FLOOR WITH IT

If I did a drinking game to this debate, I'd be in the fucking hospital.

Anybody got blackout bingo yet? I've got five spots left. Anything can happen.

Ope, here he goes, spewing his fucking racist bullshit.

...This was 30 years ago Donny.

Thank god for them letting her respond.

YES GIVE US A NEW GENERATION PLS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

WE HAVE TO MOVE ON TURN OFF THE MICCCCC

JESUS CHRIST

CUT THE MICS DAMN.

Go Lindsey on calling out Trump's bullshit.

What...the fuck is the answer to healthcare that donny is trying to say? I'm so confused.

If I never see the name Trump again, it'll be too fucking soon.

"I have concepts of a plan, I'm not president right now"....BUT YOU'RE THE CANDIDATE

Hell yeah public healthcare pls god.

GO KAMALA RESPONDING TO THE GUN LIES

And what a succinct response and then back on topic. Hell yeah. Like a true fucking debater.

Makes sense that Kamala and Tim are packing. Tim is from the midwest (this said by a midwesterner)

WHAT IS HE TALKING ABOUT!?!?!?!

I truly do believe Trump has sundowners or some form of dementia. Not even joking. Genuinely he's not doing well.

Ayiyiyi

What bullshit is this about manufacters? Trump nobody fucking understands what you're getting at.

THE UAW HATES YOU DAWG

Bestie's we're so close to closing statements. Take a break, drink some water.

[augustghosts]

Stake Out

Tangerine x fem!reader

This is just… this is just filth!!! I came up with this while i was sitting alone in my car eating mcdonalds lmao, i’m not sure what that says about me. Idk if this is even what Tangerine’s “job” entails but uh, inside my brain it apparently does. This is short but i’m already working on some more tangerine stuff, what can i say? he’s inspired me <3

also i didn’t proofread this soooo lmk if you spot any mistakes <3 hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: It’s a blowjob in a car, what can i say?. (so minors walk back out that door pls). Dirty talk and Tangerine being cocky blah blah Established relationship. Smoking. Swearing, of course.

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take.” Tangerine sighs beside her, adjusting his position in his seat. She tries her best not to stare at his thighs as his ringed hand settles on one of them. They’ve been sitting in this vehicle for the better part of 5 hours now, they’ve done longer jobs before, but never one as boring as this.

“You’re the one that signed us up for this.” She grumbles back at him. She’d been in a mood all day, but with good reason. At this point she wasn’t sure whether he was talking about not being able to take any more of the job or of her. He decides not to reply, he doesn’t want to argue with her in this small car and risk compromising their job. For the temper Tangerine had, he was mighty good at holding himself back when it came to her. And Lemon. He hopes that they consider themselves lucky.

He looks at her when he hears her rummaging around in her bag. She pulls out his pack of cigarettes, pulls one out of the pack and sets the pack down on her lap. She begins rooting through the glove compartment for a lighter.

“Give us one.” Tangerine holds out his hand.

“Fuck off.” She mumbles, she’s getting angrier as she fails to find the lighter. He isn’t even offended, in fact- he smirks as he watches her. She was so much like him, and he fucking loved it. He would never say that to her though, he doesn’t want to risk getting slapped. He digs into his own pocket feeling the lighter immediately.

“Looking for this?”

He snaps his palm shut when she reaches for it. He can’t help but think about how attractive she looks with the unlit cigarette hanging between her lips. Her eyebrows furrowed, the pissed off look in her eyes - one he was very familiar with. God, he wishes they were watching someone from a hotel room with a bed. Or a couch. Then he could have her right now.

He tuts, clicking his tongue and grasping the box out of her lap. He makes sure to brush the inside of her thigh with his fingertips as he does. He feels the muscle there tense. He takes a cigarette for himself and lights it before offering it to her. She goes to take it from his hand but he moves it out the way. She rolls her eyes and leans forward, letting him light it for her. He watches the way she inhales, her eyes closing.

“Asshole.” She mumbles as she exhales. Her eyes catch the way his hand that’s holding his own cigarette is hanging out the window. Why is that attractive?

“Technically, this is a company car.” His voice snaps her out of it. “We shouldn’t even be smoking in here.”

“As if you give a shit.” She says, “Besides, we have the windows open.”

“Lemon should have taken this job.” She continues. “He would have loved sitting here, he would have brought a book or something.”

“Probably,” He agrees. “But, I would much rather be sitting here with you.”

He finally decides that he’s bored enough to initiate something, his hand lands on her knee as he speaks. His signature smirk gracing his face when she turns to him.

“I’m not getting naked in this car.” She says sternly. His fingers caress her knee and begin to move upwards. Caressing the soft skin there as well - lightly. The contrast of warm skin and metal from his rings made her shiver. His other hand, still holding his cigarette between said ringed fingers, is hanging out the window.

“Did I say that?” He asks, his hand that was on her knee takes hers into it and guides her palm to his crotch. He knows it’s kind of selfish, but he also knows her too well. He knows she’s being serious in saying she will not take any clothing off inside this car where someone could see. She thinks for a moment, glancing over to the house they were supposed to be watching - it remains dark and still. She looks down at her hand resting on his clothed cock, and she looks back up at his gorgeous face.

Fuck it.

She stubs out her own cigarette on the dash - she’ll clean it later, and she cups his jaw instead. Prompting him to lean towards her and join their lips. She has to twist slightly in her seat, it's an awkward position considering her right hand was still pressing on his dick. She removes her hand and stops his protest by pushing her tongue into his mouth. She turns completely in her seat and goes back to work. His hand travels to her hair and slightly tugs. Her insides tingles as his fingers touch her scalp, it took almost nothing for him to get a reaction from her. The soft moan she lets out and the smirk upon his lips as they pull away tells her that he knows that.

“Hurry up then.” She whispers breathlessly against his mouth, gesturing to his belt. He takes the hint and hurrys to undo his trousers with a smile on his face. Bastard. The clinking of the metal almost makes her more impatient, his attractive hands pulling his even more attractive and semi hard cock out of its confines makes her mouth water.

“Hurry up then.” He jokes, mimicking her statement from before and guestring downwards.

“Watch it.” She mumbles, leaning over to kiss him again and wrap her fingers around his length. It’s her turn to smirk against his mouth as he takes in a sharp breath.

She moves to kiss his jaw as her hand works him. They’re lucky that this job required them to be in a pretty secluded area, she thinks - as she suddenly remembers that they are literally parked up on the side of the street right now. She takes one more look around, all clear, before whispering in his ear: “What do you want? You want my mouth?”

“Fuck.” He drags the word out. “Please.”

“I like hearing you say please.” She smiles, pressing one last kiss to his jaw before lowering her head.

“Fuck off.” He whispers, his hand coming up to rest on the back of her head as she takes him into her mouth. Her warm tongue teases his head and his hand tightens in her hair. “You look fuckin’ beautiful like this. Shit, look at you.” His voice is deeper now, spurring her on.

He lifted his hips slightly off the leather seat, holding back from thrusting into her mouth. His lips parting, his eyes closing as she started to properly take him inside of her mouth. She moaned around him, relishing in the rare sight of him practically trembling above her. She broke away for a second to take a breath, flattening out her tongue to brush his sensitive head on the way up. He jolted as she did so, cursing again. His hand on the back of her neck unconsciously pushed her back down when she took him back in again.

“Jesus, baby.” Tangerine practically squeaks, his voice tense. She loves being able to see him like this. So different to his usual demeanor - so beautiful.

“Do that again.” He pleads. She pulls back off of him and lazily twists her hand around his shaft. She leans up to press a messy kiss to his lips before sticking out her tongue and making her way back down. Tangerine watches her closely, panting and groaning beautifully above her.

“Are you gonna come for me?” She pulls away once more before going back to caressing him with her wet mouth.

“Fuck yes.” He groans, pushing her head down more forcefully this time. She lets him, loving the feel of his hand tugging at her hair. “Just like that, sweetheart.” He moans as he bucks his hips, the tip of his cock hits the back of her throat and the moan he lets out when she gags around him is downright sinful.

“Gonna make me cum baby. Let me see em’.” She knows exactly what he means. She pulls away for a second and begins to undo the first few buttons of her blouse, just enough for him to have a fantastic view of her chest when she bends down. And a fantastic view it is, the sight of her tits and the feel of her warm mouth around him sets him off. She moans around him when she feels ropes of his cum trickle down her throat. He flinches as she does - his cock sensitive, it makes him buck his hips and pull her off of him using the grip he still had on her hair.

“Oh my god.” He sighs, leaning back in his chair. She sits back up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and fixing her hair and shirt. He smiles wide as he watches her.

“You’re fuckin’ filthy.” He laughs as he begins to sort himself out and redo his belt.

“Me?” She reiterates, “It was your fucking idea! You’re lucky we didn’t ruin the job.”

“Well,” He glances over to the house they were supposed to be watching. “We might have because… his car is gone.”

Her head whips around so fast he swears it almost came off.

“Oh fuck! You fucking-“ Whatever name she was about to call him will have to wait till later, she’s interrupted when Tangerine’s phone stars ringing furiously. It makes both of them jump, they both stare at it. Knowing what was coming. Tangerine takes a deep breath before picking up the device and putting it to his ear - she watches as he doesn’t even get to say hello before he’s holding the phone away from his ear and cringing as the loud voice on the other side begins to yell. Shit, they were in big trouble. Worth it? Absolutely.

[cloudlessly-light]

Heyyy

Could you pls pls pls write this for me pls pls pls

Hotch and Emily have been fucking each her other but not together.

Hotch bends Emily over the desk after she’s gives him attitude before they get ready for a flight to wherever it is they gotta go for a case. When they are done he keeps puts her thong in his pocket. For some reason one Reid has to borrow Aaron’s blazer and puts their hand in the pocket. Both Emily and Hotch watching wide eyed as it happens. And then Reid is like ‘Hotch, why do you have a thong in here and JJ is like hang on that is Emily’s I was there when she bought them

A/N: This is for the lovely @eobangingwhen who deserves some filth! Thank you for always being so incredibly sweet in the comments and in our chats, I hope you like this!

Title: Just the thought of you   Summary: They’re stuck somewhere in between together and apart, who knew a pair of underwear would be what finally pushed them together   Word count: 3,5k Rating: Explicit   Warnings: Smut, angry sex, restraints, spanking, feelings, attempt at humor

It was only supposed to be a one time thing, a secret hidden behind closed doors after a case going awry, leaving the entire team frazzled, and a little broken. It was supposed to be one night of two people using each other to forget, to feel something other than anger.

But of course it doesn’t stay that way, that one night turning into whatever they were now, not quite together, but not quite apart.

They know that at some point they’d have to talk about it, that they couldn’t keep doing this forever, but it was exciting and fun, having a secret that no one else knew about. It was sides that they rarely got to show, parts of themselves that had kept hidden for the most part, their job always taking time away from their private life.

It wasn’t something that either of them could really explain, all Emily knew that the rush she felt when he looked at her in a particular way, or the way Aaron felt the deep surge of arousal from something as simple as her smile, it wasn’t something they wanted to give up.

It was a game, caught somewhere between real and fantasy.

It was a new week and Emily walked into the bullpen already feeling restless. It had been weeks since their last night together, because they knew it couldn’t happen too often, that feelings would only lead them to complicated. Neither of them needed or wanted complicated.  But now she was restless, her need only getting worse after a night spent dreaming about him.

So she heads to his office first thing, knowing that no one but him was in yet and without knocking she enters before quickly closing the door behind her.

“Prentiss?” He gives her a questioning look, but he recognized that look in her eye. Slowly, he put his pen down and straightened in his chair. “No.” He states simply.

“No?” She scoffs, not once had he turned her down since they started this thing.

“The team will be here soon.” It’s an excuse that never stopped him before and her eyebrow arches. “Besides you got last weeks reports to finish.”

The chilly attitude does nothing but piss her off, because she can see the way his eyes linger on her, notices how he swallows the tiny bit harder, the slight clenching of his jaw. He wants her too, but he wants her to ask for it, to beg. And she refuses.

“Fine, sir.” She spits the word at him, voice dripping with venom and when his eyebrows furrow she knows that he’s not unaffected. But she’s Emily Prentiss, she doesn’t beg for anyone so with a huff, she leaves to do exactly what he had told her, finish the few files she had left before the morning briefing.

She works quietly, only stopping to greet the rest of the team as they arrive one by one and when she’s done she heads to his office again. She drops them carelessly on his desk and smirks when he looks up at her with dark eyes.

“All done. Happy?” Her arms cross as she stares him down, something she knows he hates. Like she assumed, he stands up from his chair, dark eyes flashing with something close to annoyance.

“Next time you hand those to me.” His voice is even, and it only fuels her irritation.

“Or what? Afraid that I’ll mess all that paperwork you’re so concerned about?” She can see the way his fingers twitch, he’s restraining himself from reaching for her, probably wants to grab her throat but instead he settles for leaning forward over his desk, voice low and almost threatening.

“Watch your tone.”

When she chuckles his whole face tenses in anger and she feels the thrill of it tingle down her spine. He’s about to say something, his mouth opening and then closing as he tries to control his own anger at her behavior.

“Hotch,” The sound of JJ’s voice breaks through whatever tension that had filled the room. She looks between the pair as they turn to her. “we’re ready to start. Is everything okay in here?”

“Oh we’re fine, Hotch is just a little uptight. You know, the usual.” She can see JJ’s eyes widen, but it’s not the first time they had a disagreement, so the blonde doesn’t say anything and only nods awkwardly.

“I’ll be there in a second.” Aaron mutters as Emily leaves and JJ follows her. He takes a deep breath to try and calm himself, wills his heartrate to slow and the deep pull in his groin to go away. Emily was infuriating, but there was no denying how much his body responded to it. It’s another second before he joins the rest of the team, feeling dark eyes on him the entire time.

They listen as JJ presents the case, Derek and Spencer already throwing out theories before the meeting has ended, Dave agreeing and adding his years of experience in the mix. But Emily has stayed silent, something that was unusual for her.

“We’re heading to Kansas, wheels up in an hour.” Aaron finishes and everyone is quick to stand from the table. “Prentiss, in my office.”

“Did you piss off the principal?” Derek teases with a grin and she rolls her eyes at him.

“He has a stick up his ass today, I don’t know what his problem is.” She knows Aaron hears her, her eyes trained on him as he waits for her by the door.

Derek just laughs, not noticing their boss behind him and gives her a wink before she walks out to join Aaron on the catwalk.

The tension is thick and silent as he ushers her into his office and closes the door, not sparing her as much as a glance as he shuts the drapes too. When he turns to face her, she catches the dark look on his face but it does nothing but excite her.

“So this is what happens when I tell you no? You behave like a bitch?” He takes two long steps towards her but she stands her ground.

“No, I’m acting like a bitch because you’re an ass.” She grabs his tie in a tight fist and pulls him forward. “If you don’t want to fuck me, that’s fine. I can just find someone else.” She speaks against his lips with a dark smirk on her face.

The mere thought of Emily being with someone else, kissing and touching another person, sends white hot rage down his spine. With strength he usually doesn’t show he grabs her shoulders and spins her around, the force of it causing her to let go of his tie in surprise. He pushes her down on his desk, easily maneuvering her body like he wants to before slipping of his tie and tying her hands behind her back. Once he’s done he steps back from her, and when she doesn’t move he trails his hand up her back.

“You think someone else could fuck you better than I could?” He kicks her legs apart and she sucks in a breath. But she doesn’t reply and he bends over her back, speaking against her ear as he pushes her harder against the desk. “Do you?”

“Seems like you won’t do it properly anymore.” It’s not an answer and they both know it, but it has the desired effect and the low growl that comes from him vibrates against her back.

“Fucking brat.” He mutters, hands already moving around her to find the button of her pants. He pulls them and her thong down roughly and watches as she steps out of them before he kicks them to the side.

She looks back at him over her shoulder just in time to see him unbuckling his belt and she smirks. The pulsing between her legs only intensifies when his dark eyes find hers, want and anger reflected back at her.

“What are you waiting for?” She asks and it seems to be the absolute last straw for him. His hand lands on her ass, the slap loud and stinging, and she hisses. The second slap causes her to jerk forward and she gasps as her forehead lands on the smooth wood. He spanks her three more times in rapid succession and if he weren’t worried that they could be heard through the door he would have continued.

Instead he looks down at her, hands tied, smooth skin hot and flushed, his mark on her clear and he can’t help but to jerk his already hard cock. Before she has the chance to open her mouth again he steps behind her, his slacks and boxers shoved down just enough that there wont be any evidence of her on his suit. He pushes inside of her roughly, grunting at the tight heat that surrounds him as Emily whimpers.

“This what you wanted?” He huffs as he starts to thrust hard and deep inside of her, hands forcing her down against the wood and making it impossible for her to move. “This what you needed? To get the attitude fucked out of you?”

“Y-yes.” She gasps, the stretch of him burning, his breath on her neck damp and hot. She can’t do much but take it, and it’s exactly what she had been craving, the restlessness she had woken up with disappearing by each of his heavy thrusts.  

They don’t have a lot of time, so he doesn’t waste any and quickly finds her clit. He rubs in circles, just the way he knows she loves and is rewarded by a breathy moan. His other hand move to cover her mouth and he stops moving, staying deep inside of her. She squirms slightly from the deep fill of him, almost too much.

“Do you want us to get caught?” He mutters and she shakes her head. “Then you gotta be quiet.” When she nods he slowly moves his hand away to instead wrap it around her throat. He doesn’t squeeze, just enjoys the fluttering of her pulse against his fingertips, the feeling of her labored breath.

“Move.” She grits out and he slaps his hand against her clit. “Fuck, please, please move.”

“There’s my girl.” He praises her and he feels her squeeze around his cock in response.

They stay like that, Aaron bent over her back as he holds her in place, his hips moving with sure strokes against her. It’s not long until Emily’s quiet moans turns needier, breather and she bites her bottom lip in an effort to keep from being too loud as her body starts to tense.

“Aaron, oh God.” She breathes and the sound of his name only gets him closer to his own release.

“Mine.” He mutters, barely aware of what he’s saying anymore. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” The words whispered, her sole focus on him and the way he’s making her feel as he gets her closer. “Only yours.” She gasps only moments before she falls of the edge, her orgasm rocking her entire body.

Her words are the last push he needs and he comes only a few seconds after she does, his pleasure muffled against her clothed shoulder. He stayed like that, pressed close against her, his hands turning gentle as his breathing evened out. The flexing of Emily’s fingers made him stand, a low moan sounding from him as he slipped out of her and she shivered. He untied her hands and draped the silk over one of his shoulders and watched as she bent down to reach for her pants and underwear but he quickly snatched the thong from her.

“Give me those.” She laughed but he shook his head and stuffed them in his pocket before redoing his own pants.

“No, I’m keeping these. You have more in your go-bag.”

She just shook her head at him but didn’t argue and instead pulled her pants back on. Once she was done she leaned against his desk.

“That was fun.” She smiled, cheeks flushed and dark eyes cloudy in that special way they always got after an orgasm.

“You really wanted to fuck huh?” He smirks before leaning down to press a kiss to her lips and then quickly inspected her wrists for any chafing.

“We both know I wasn’t going to beg, I needed you pissed off.” She muses with a soft hum, as she wraps her arms around his neck to pull him into another kiss. When they break apart she takes the tie from his shoulder and loops it around his neck and under his collar. “Granted, I didn’t think you’d use the tie.” She laughed as she finished tying the tie and his hand grabbed her ass.

“You want to behave like a brat, I’ll treat you as one.” He always marveled at how easy things were with them, how they could go from hard to soft so quickly.

“Lucky me.” She winked and then quickly brushed her fingers through her hair. “Do I look okay?”

“You’re beautiful.” He says without thinking and she blushes. “But if you’re asking if you look like I just fucked you senseless over my desk, no you’re okay.” His words make her laugh softly and she nods.

“See you out there.” She presses one more kiss against his lips before walking towards the door and opening it.

She can feel three sets of eyes on her the moment she steps out on the catwalk but she avoids all of them. It wasn’t the first time she had snuck into Aaron’s office for a quickie, so she wasn’t worried that they would catch on.

“Are you okay?” Spencer asks and she nods as she sits down at her desk.

“No really, Prentiss you good? What happened?” Derek looks between the open door and the now open blinds to Emily.

“We had a disagreement, but it’s settled, I think he saw my sides of things.” Her eyes lock with his through the window for a second and she can’t ignore the slight fluttering in her belly.

They fly to Kansas, the flight there turbulent as the rain pours down and only seemingly getting worse the closer they get. They get to the station and to everyone’s surprise it doesn’t take more than a few hours for them to find out who the unsub is.

Aaron sends Emily along with Spencer and Derek, as he and Dave stay at the station with JJ. It’s still raining and as they make their way towards the house where the unsubs mother lives. They were only going to ask her about his son’s whereabouts, but as they get closer a back door opens and a man walks out. He stops in his tracks as he sees the FBI vests and then turns around to run.

They quickly chase after him through the cold, wet streets. The rain is harsh, pouring down hard enough to make it difficult to see. But Derek manages to catch up and grabs the unsub, only to cause Spencer to trip over the unsub’s leg as he tries to get free, sending the youngest member of their team to fall to the ground, right in a large puddle.

She comes up right after them, and as Derek is putting the man in handcuffs she helps Spencer up.

“Are you okay?” She asks as she looks him over.

“I’m fine, just wet.” He mutters, his jacket soaked through and muddy.

“Come on, lets get him to the precinct and we can all clean up.” Derek tugs the man along, barely budging even as the much smaller man squirms and tries to fight him.

When they walk into the police station not much later she can see furrowed eyebrows and looks of confusion sent their way. She realizes that they all must look like wet messes and when JJ laughs as they approach her suspicion is confirmed.

“What happened?” She grabs her cardigan that she had disregarded and puts it over Emily’s slightly shivering frame.

“The bastard tried to run. Spencer tripped.” She motioned to the younger man who had taken his jacket off, his cardigan also wet and muddy.

“You want my jacket?” Aaron offers, already unbuttoning his suit jacket even as Spencer shook his head.

“No thanks, I’m okay.”

“Kid you’re shaking, take the jacket.” Derek tells him as he dries off his head with paper towels that JJ handed him.

“I’m okay.” He says again, pushing drops of water out of his face from where his hair was soaked and sticking to his face.

“Spence, just take it.” It’s JJ’s soft but determined voice that gets him to accept the jacket that Aaron is still holding out. It’s too big, the shoulder drooping and the arms too long, but it’s warm and he offers a smile.

“Thanks Hotch.”

“Don’t mention it.” He turns from Spencer to talk to the detectives, leaving the rest of the team to start packing up. They had only been there a day, a case was rarely solved so quickly but they were all happy to be heading home to sleep in their own beds that night.

By the time he comes back, the whiteboard is clear and most of the papers and files have been collected into neat stacks.

“The pilots are waiting for us.” JJ says before he even has the chance to ask and he smiles his thanks.

“Ready to get out of here?” Derek asks after throwing the takeaway mugs of coffee in the trash.

“Yes. Please.” Spencer says as he stands up, Aaron’s suit jacket still on. Absentmindedly he puts his hands in the pockets, a habit he’s had since he was a kid. “What is this?”

Aaron sees Emily’s eyes widen just as a look of confusion appears on Spencer’s face and his own eyes lock on his hand in the pocket. It’s like it’s happening in slow motion, Spencer pulling out the purple thong and holding it up for the rest of the team to see.

“Why is there underwear in your pocket?” He looks at Aaron who stands frozen in place. Derek whistles from beside him, a laugh soon following.

“Looks like someone’s been getting busy.” He pats Aaron on the shoulder while Dave joins in with his own chuckle.

“Well this brings back memories.” He says, remembering his own flings that happened when he was younger.

Emily just stared, mouth slightly open as her underwear hung from one of Spencer’s long fingers, too stunned to speak.

“Wait.” JJ takes a step closer to Spencer, eyes zeroed in on the thong.

Emily feels panic rising as blue eyes move from her to the thong and back. No, no, no, no, no.

“Those are Emily’s, I was with her when she bought them.”  

The moment the words are out, Emily sees Aaron’s shoulder slump and eyes close as he pinches the bridge of his nose and for a moment she wants to kill her best friend.

“Uhm, what?!” Derek looks between them, one look to Emily’s flushed face and he knows that JJ is right. “What are your panties doing in-”

“What do you think?” Emily snaps, cutting him off and then quickly snatches her underwear from Spencer and stuffs them in her pocket.

The silence that stretches out between them seems to go on forever until JJ clears her throat, an amused look on her face.

“Guess you owe me 50.” She grins at Derek who just shakes his head at them all.

“I knew I should have gotten in on that bet.” Dave winks at Emily who’s looking at them with wide eyes.

“You knew?” Aaron asks, finally feeling like he could breathe again and he slowly makes his way to Emily who still seemed too surprised at the team’s reaction to move.

“It’s been an ongoing bet for like a year now.” Spencer added casually. “JJ bet Morgan and Penelope wanted in and then I wasn’t allowed to bet cause they said it would be cheating because I can recall every single interaction you’ve had.”

The laugh that erupts from Emily comes out of nowhere, like she can’t contain the mix of emotions inside of her and she hides her face in Aaron’s chest. When his arm wraps around her and his lips press against the top of her head she relaxes. They might not have everything figured out, but she was pretty sure they were heading in the right direction. When she dared to look up at him he was smiling down at her and she smiled back.

“Want to go to dinner with me?” He asks it quietly as the team’s teasing and joking becomes a backdrop.

“I think it’s about time.”

[gyubby99]

@disneyanddisneyships um.

Alaponi smut headcanons

• Alastor gets off of Aponi's fear • That scary face of his and the radio screech lets her know he likes it • Alastor pounds on aponi with blood drool dripping from his mouth as he smiles menacingly and he looks like he's out of control • As soon as Aponi gets that hard c^ck out of his pants it's already glistening wet with pre-c^m • He likes to see Aponi struggling and helpless but in a good way sohe uses the tentacle thingy to hold her down and also obliterate her holes as he jerks off to the sight of aponi getting it with the tentacles (I've seen enough picrew ads to imagine this) • He shouts "oh dear" as he pounds onto Aponi • Aponi has to guide him through because hes never done this before • Im sorry but he is not gentle. This month is about HIM • He wouldn't talk about shit he would eat her out for surprise • He bites Aponi in places only he can see • He looks like an actual dark entity while fcking aponi you'd be impressed she could stay turned on and not scared • 10 to 15 times every october because deer • I wouldn't be surprised if he has a voodoo kink • Alastor makes her sign an agreement before they made it official that she will help him every october. He made her sign an actual agreement. On paper and everything. • Aponi teases him a lot but Al always gets his revenge. • He doesnt rip her clothes off. He lets her take them off and he waits patiently. • His d gets bigger everytime he slowly turns into his demon form • Headcanon alastor is actually feral it's not even a joke • Aponi has a small 'X' scar on her chest bc alastor wanted to "seal their deal" • Pain kink. • No lights on. Just his glowy red eyes and that menacing smile. • I think once Alastor has found his "mate" he will only be attracted to Aponi in that way. Like even if he's in heat and she's not around, he looks at other people and feel nothing. Which is why Live Linda is a rap- • Knife play • Aponi couldn't walk one time • Aftercare are dad jokes and jambalaya

Mal: pls let me sleep

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Staticfly NSFW headcanons

• FILTH • Sin • Mal has developed electrokinesis kink because of him • Vox lets Mal suck his dick under the table when he's working when he's rlly horny • Vox records him and Mal fucking for when Mal is away and he needed it badly • Mal sends Vox "pics" • He electrocutes her when he fingers her pssy • He's sadistic (like any overlord is) and he likes seeing Mal whimper in pain as she feels the shock from her pssy when he electrocute n fingers her • He's a living taser and Mal is very much into it. • Vox is not opposed to being called "daddy" but he prefers "sir" • Mal is very vocal • She wants him to fck her in his full demon form because it gets bigger and she can see it from her stomach • Why do I think Vox has clear c^m.. like it's not white like others. Kinda resembling gasoline or something because he's an electronic demon • He blue-screens when Mal takes him in too good • Vox degrades Mal fr • "Yeah, take that in you little slut.. hm.. you're doing a great job.." • Pain kink. Both of them. • He has a lot of toys <3 • Mal screams with and without the S • Vox electrocutes her boobs and she's very much into it • Dont ask what happened if Mal suddenly couldn't walk • He gives her electrocute burns as hickies and he is very proud of himself for it. • He ties her down with cords that has grounds • Mal: Fuck me til' I forget both of our names. • Vox's servants, assistants and housekeepers all know they be fucking but the real action is only betaeen them both • Vox would be the type to say "I did that" to a pregnant Mal • Mal, regarding that statement: *buggs bunny communism meme* we • After a performance Vox fucks the shit out of Mal backstage • Vox is very aggresive and Mal is into it • Mal says "yes sir" nd Vox says "good girl" • Vox: You just can't get enough, can you? You're a horny little slut. *he chuckles and pounces on her* • Vox does not care if anyone hears Mal. Let the whore out • Not opposed to 3somes • Vox gave Mal a choke hand print scar and possibly an electrocution burn on her neck and Aponi was concerned and almost thought about domestic abuse • Mal plays with herself alone and Vox appears on the screen, amused. He says "wait for me later ;)" • Vox: Fuck.. you know how to get me so easily, huh, babe? • Never sleep in the room next to them if they're horny. Just don't. • With an overlord like Vox? Mal has a 'V' scar on her back • Both like it rough • The wedding night was uhhh... nice. • Aponi is still concerned.

[stylesloveclub]

srop u guys kissing on the couch after h literally drags u into his lap with his hand on ur throat and u grab his fucking wrist with BOTH OF URS??? like u can't keep up bc daddy js sooooo much more experienced than u so he has to control the pace or else ull start somethin u can't finish n he can't have that :( s'all sticky n messy n both ur lips are swollen but when he starts nibbling on ur bottom lip u think u could just die bc like :( he's so gentle about it too like not too hard bc he'd never her his cute little codependent baby :(

THE INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS AT THE JEWELRY STORE HVUITCIFTYCIY absofuckinglutely one hundred and ten percent u could cry bc u want it so bad rn but (surprisingly) he doesn't even know what he's doing, js trying to hold u close and keep u safe in his big beefy arms :( n ur so needy and touchy once u finish up in the store, like more than usual so daddy KNOWS somethings up he js doesn't know how until he notice u js can't stop lookin at his arms??? that night he uses the newfound knowledge to his advantage and makes u take it from the back in front of a mirror w his arm around ur neck, whispering filth into ur ear that ur can't make out of the sounds ur whimpers and cries

daddy loves folding u in half and fisting at ur hair to force u to watch his c*ck split u in two every time ur in missionary :( n when ur finished he doesn't pull out until he's soft bc when u first started he never wanted to pressure u into going bare so for a long while it was rubbers every time but eventually u became comfy enough to go bare and now there's no turning back bc how could u possibly????

pls do not get me started on c*ck warming, i could write a detailed five page essay on c*ck warming in general, let alone daddy :( i can't, it's a concept for a whole other ask....

-t*mmy r*ding anon 😵‍💫

his little codependent baby :( bc really like all u do is spend time w him and wait for him to come home and think ab him :( bc yeah thats ur bf and u love him and he loves u :( and hes daddy so he just takes care of u so yeah :( ur his baby :( and he is so in tune with u he just KNOWS that somethings up even if u are doing so good at keeping urself in check and trying not to make it obvious he just notices the small things he can immeidately tell when ur sad or stressed or tired or if u have a headache coming on or if ur getting hungry oorrrrr if ur getting insanely horny at the jewelry store like he just knows :( and he'd get u in front of the mirror wearing only the jewelry he bought u today and fuck u and tell u how pretty u look in ur new earrings and necklace :( and c*ckwarming.... yeah he's into it and ur into it . u love feeling full and he loves stuffing his cum back into u and feeling u clench around him even when he's not thrusting into u just when he's . in u :(

[girltclk]

open to f / femme presenting nb. muse info: willa cho. 23 - 28. hotel ceo’s daughter & rockstar. connection: girlfriend / best friend / crush / fwb who lives with her catches her masturbating while smelling their clothes.

     she was only doing laundry. no matter who caught her, that’s the excuse she’s going to bring up. they had the type of relationship where it was normal for her to walk into their room to clean, it was supposed to be normal. the musician has no idea what had came over her, but she catches the sweater she had seen them wear the previous day, pressing it against her face and inhaling deeply as she grinded her hips against the corner of their desk. god, how embarrasing would it be to get caught. somehow the thought excites her even more, to be punished when she should be cleaning and for being such a pervert and getting off to their scent. she grips the sweater harder, eyes closing in euphoria as she quickens her pace and whimpering their name under her breath.

[mrvlbimbo]

AHHH EDDIE MUNSON LITERALLY OWNS ME HOLY FUCK

this is a request btw but if you dont wanna this could easily just be us geeking abt this beautiful man

okok sO y/ns like this good girl teachers pet-- pleated skirts and mary janes and all-- with straight a's and she's sent to tutor eddie bc man is failing with a capital F so they're studying in her pink room with a bunch of awesome stuffies (in my head a lot of them are dragons and gargoyles and eddie's nerdy lil heart fricken explodes but this is just me being stupid in love) and he has full intention to do absolutely zERO work

(corruption kink and dom!eddie if you couldn't tell by now jdjjd)

and the whole time he's just teasing her (cough degrading her cough) and flirting with her (cO U G H praising her ahem) and- oops now they're fucking *acts shocked*

fin

(also i'm 19 minors pls away away *sprays you with water*)

oh gosh. This is filth, genuinely. I don't know how I wrote this with a straight face. I need to go to confession or smthn.

content: innocence kink, unprotected sex, creampie, improper use of a study date, I literally never know what to put in this part, not proofread bc I'm lazy

Eddie paced around the delightfully pink room, taking note of how the frilly edge of the bedspread matched the girl spread out on top of it to a tee.

In his dreams this is exactly how her room looked, sans the adorable stuffed animals that even he couldn’t have conjured up in his imagination. He plucked one off the bed, inspecting it carefully as if it were some precious item. "Your room is uh...cute,” he commented.

“Oh jeez. I mean to put those away before you got here.” She shook her head and her bottom lip between her teeth, coaxing the stuffed animal out of his hand and carefully setting it back on the bed.

“I think they’re cute. Didn’t take you for a bat girl though,” he teased, gesturing to her large collection of unorthodox stuffed animals. It was made up of mostly bats, with a few dragons and other miscellaneous fantasy creatures.

“Oh yeah. I wanted to rip the head off of one of them, ya know as a reference to Ozzy Osborne, but my mom said it was too vulgar.”

"You're cute too,” he said confidently. She had noticed the way she looked at him in class and when their teacher paired them together to help get his grade up, he knew it was his chance to make a move.

"Hm?” She hummed.

“You’re cute too. Like the bats.” His voice pitched slightly, still unsure of his actions. She sat on the edge of her bed, blinking up at him with wide sparkling eyes.

She shook her head, looking away and hiding the shy smile on her face. “Oh. I don’t think-“

“Aw. Why are you getting shy on me now?” he teased, cupping her face. His thumb brushed over her lip, pushing its way into her mouth when her lips gaped slightly.

“Mmmm,” she whined around his finger, looking up at him though her fluttering lashes with an innocent and confused gaze.

“Lookit you. All innocent and yet you’re sucking my finger like a-"

She tongued his finger out of her mouth, pushing it away harshly and whining the residual drool off her face. “Eddie. We need to study," she warned.

“Alright, baby. Whatever you want. How about you sit on my lap so we can focus on each other better?” He sat in her bed, back against her headboard. He waited comfortably for her answer.

“O-ok.” She hesitantly straddled his lap, knees shaking to hold her a respectable distance above him.

He gripped her waist, tugging her hips down to meet his so she was resting more comfortably on his lap. “So. Tell me about the Pythagorean theorum.”

“Basically…” She droned on about the sides of a triangle and how they all related to each other. Her voice stuttered slightly when his hands fell from her waist down to her thighs, pushing up her skirt and digging his fingers into the flesh of her legs.

“Mhm, keep going. Did I say you could stop?” he asked, his voice innocent enough but he was clearly mocking her.

“Why is your lap so hard?” She questioned, hips stuttering and involuntarily rubbing against him.

“Because someone is soaking right though their panties onto my cock,” he chastised, running two fingers over the seam of her and feeling the wetness seep through.

“I didn’t mean-“ she started to apologize but she was quickly interrupted.

"If you're gonna get them all wet, you don't really need them do you?" he asked, hooking his fingers into the band and tugging it back. The fabric snapped back against her skin, causing a whimper to leave her lips.

"Uh, no. I guess not," she replied slowly. Before she could finish he was already prying the underwear off her body, gently sliding them down her legs.

She whined when she pressed her uncovered cunt back to the denim of his jeans. His arms wrapped around her waist, pressing her tightly to him but stilling any motion she could have made with her hips.

“Aw, none of that. Do you want me to help?” He asked, slipping one hand down to grip her ass and squeeze.

“You’re gonna make me feel better?” she whimpered, a pleading look in her eyes.

He could already feel her wetness dripping onto his lap, easily sliding two fingers into her. “Yeah. I’m gonna make you feel so good," he cooed, curling them against her walls. A smooth metal ring bumped against her clit, sending a shiver though her body.

He teased his fingers in and out of her, revealing in the way her body shook violently against him. "Pleeeease," she whined, grinding herself down on his digits when he stopped moving.

"This isn't enough for your greedy pussy?" She didn't respond, instead wailing against the skin of his neck, drool dripping from her mouth against him.

"More." She rolled her hips, seeking out friction from his unmoving fingers.

"Alright. Alright." He slipped his fingers out, making quick work of unzipping his pants and tugging his boxers over his hard cock. The appendage slapped against his stomach, angry reddened tip already leaking with pre-cum.

"Oh. It's pink!" she yelped, fingers ghosting over the shaft as she examined it.

"Y-yep," he gasped when she wrapped her fingers around it finally.

She giggled when it twitched against her soft palm, lazily jerking him off and watching the way he reacted.

"You want me to put it in?" he asked, peeling her fingers away and replacing them with his own.

She nodded, lifting her hips so he could run the head of him against the silky wet folds of her cunt. He rubbed the tip around her bundle of nerves, giving an adequate amount of time for her to get desperate.

Finally he settled inside her, bottoming out with only a little pain. He stayed still for a moment, letting her get used to the stretch. By the time he started to gently thrust his hips, her pussy was already drooling around him.

Her legs were shaking, doing no favors In helping her fuck herself on his cock. His hips thrusting up into her were doing most of the work along with his hands cupping her waist and sliding her over him like a pocket pussy.

It was only minutes before she was spasming around him, one hand tangled in his hair while the other was clawing at the neck of his shirt.

"S'good," he slurred, cum spilling inside of her at the same time as she convulsed in pleasure.

"mmmMMm," she moaned, slumping against him, exhausted and drowsy.

"Was that good?" he asked, far too shy for their current situation. Both of their laps were sopping with their combined fluids before he even pulled out.

"Yeah," she murmured, nuzzling her head against his chest affectionally.

"I still don't know the pythagorean theorem," he joked, giving her a little kiss on the forehead. A bit of affection exchanged before he got up to clean them both off.

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[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

IT’S ARTISTIC VISION, PUMPKIN- S.G ROGERS

Pairing: Roommate! BestFriend! Steve x Female! Artist! Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Summary: “dipping his finger in the paint once more, he drew an arrow down your stomach, pointing down to the place you needed him most. you were dripping at his point, your arousal seeping down your thighs steve had pushed open as he stood between them. your eyes widened as he smirked down at you. “ it’s artistic vision, pumpkin.”

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT!!, swearing, teasing, sexual tension, pet names (pumpkin, little girl, honey etc), daddy kink, spanking, oral ( female receiving), male masturbation ( w/ readers panties mentioned), brief mention of sub space, swearing, degradation kink, face ridning, breeding kink if you squint, john walker is mentioned ( he needs his own warning),  praise kink... buckle in tight petals...

Note: ok so this was supposed to be sweet, fluffy sex. idk what happened, but this is pure filth, and sooo self indulgent. i blame steve rogers for being so sexy. it is his fault. also steve has tats in this because the idea of that man with tattoos leaves me weak in the knees. ( steve pls call me)

“Marcy do you have the red acrylic?” Crouched down by the paint drawer, you dug around attempting to find the perfect shade of crimson to touch up the current painting you were working on.

 Silence. 

Rustling around a bit more, you soon discovered the shade you were looking for. “ Forget it Marcy I got it!” you shouted, standing up and stretching your back, twisting around to attempt to soothe the dull ache in your bones.

 “ I swear they hide em-” you mumbled, poking your head up to spot her out. 

Oh. OH.

 “ You definitely are not Marcy.”

 The tall honey blonde man towered over you as he leaned against the door frame, his figure bulk and broad. His biceps bulged as he ran a finger through the golden strands, and your gaze immediately slithered over to the swirl of blank ink that was dotted across it. 

“ That I am not.” he chuckled, his voice deep and smooth. 

Dimples appeared across his cheeks as he smiled softly, his ocean blue eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief. It was at this moment you remembered the very blatant paint splatter that had dried across your cheek, and the fact you were standing in the middle of the art room swooning over your best friend instead of actually replying to him. 

Idiot! your mind screamed and you willed yourself to snap out of the haze you were in.

 “ Hello Stevie.” you murmured gently, matching the smile that adorned his face. 

“Hiya pumpkin.”

 You felt your cheeks heat at the name, your core beginning to tingle as he walked towards your canvas. He had called you that since the start of the semester, and yet it still made you feel like a girl with a crush in middle school every single time.

“ You don't seem like the artist type Stevie, you need something?” you asked, beginning to swirl the used brushes in water and collect the bottles of paint you had messily scattered everywhere. “ Just missed my best girl.” he sighed, walking over to jump up and sit on the counter next to you. With a roll of your eyes, he smiled even bigger, knowing he was getting under your skin. 

“ You saw me two hours ago. Plus, aren’t the guys at the apartment?” 

“ Two hours is long. Too long. And yes, but I wanted to come get you.” You flicked his nose gently and laughed. “ You’re lucky you’re cute Stevie.” you sighed, making your way over to the sink to finish cleaning.

 “Oh! I forgot to ask, how are things with Peggy lately?” 

Dumping the brushes in the sink, you allowed the water to get to the perfect temperature. A faint grumble left Steve’s lips, and you turned around to face him, confused. Peggy was Steve’s girlfriend. Well not girlfriend foresay, they hadn’t made it official. A few dates had happened, and you spotted her around the apartment a few times. Steve never really talked about her much, and as much as you didn't want them to become a thing, you knew it was polite to ask. 

“What’s with the long face?” you questioned, eyebrow cocked. Shrugging, he made his way over to you. 

He overshadowed you, so much so you found yourself stumbling back to grasp the sink for support. Steve was so much taller than you, and you couldn’t help but let the thoughts run, how easily he could manhandle you, throw you around. 

Best friends aren’t supposed to think that way.

 But how could you not with him so close, mere inches away from you? Your breathing became ragged at the close proximity between him and you, and you gulped as you looked up to meet his grin. The cold metal bit into your palms as you gripped it tighter, Steve’s hand snaking up to cup your cheek. His thumb stroked it delicately, as if you were a piece of glass china.

 “Because I want someone else.” he whispered, a shutter racking your body as he smirked. 

He had you right where he wanted you. In his hands, you became putty. Moldable and soft. You knew it. And he did too. 

His gaze was soft, yearning and you wanted nothing more than to get lost in his baby blues. But you couldn’t. “ Finish up and meet me outside pumpkin.” He backed up slowly as if he were trying to shake the same daze you were in. With a smile, he turned and strutted to the entrance of the studio, slinging the leather jacket he brought across his shoulder as the door shut with a thud.

 Letting out a shaky breath, you urged yourself to continue cleaning up, noticing the sky was growing dark. What the fuck had just happened? You adored Steve. Would do anything he asked of you. As much as it went against every code in the book, a crush had bloomed for him and it had only grown since the day you met him in your first year.

 You never thought he could ever feel the same as you… but that shit he just pulled a minute ago? You suddenly didn’t know anymore. 

Shaking your head in confusion, as if you were trying to unwrap the puzzle that was lodged in your mind, you began to finish putting things away. Every move was mechanical, as your head was too occupied with the past events that had unfolded. You heard the back door to the studio open, and close firmly. Marcy had left for the night, leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

 Remembering the man was waiting outside, you swiftly grabbed your coat and flipped the lights, emitting the room in darkness. Opening the door, you were met with Steve on his phone, a grin plastered on his face.

 “ Yeah, she’s here now Buck. We’re coming back. Calm down.” 

You locked the door and scurried over to Steve as he slipped the phone in his pocket, reaching out his hand for you to take. 

You took it.

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The door opened with a creak, and you snapped your head up in alarm. Paintbrush in hand, you held it like a dagger, poised, ready to strike at the intruder. 

No one should be in at this hour.

 Mrs. Demerze said after-hours was only for you and Marcy, and because Marcy was currently getting ready to go clubbing, you knew it wasn’t her. Unless someone was currently attempting to sneak in and steal dirty paint rags and old oil paints, there was only one person it could be.

 “ You're goin stab someone’s eyes out with that thing if you keep holding it like that.” 

Steve. 

“ Fuck. Off.” you hissed through clenched teeth, his laughter emerging from the shadows.

 “ Cmon pumpkin, you know I like scaring you.” he chuckled, strutting over to you with that cocky smile plastered across his face. You wanted to rip it off at the moment, still fuming from the near heart attack he gave you. 

“ Well I don't.” you whined, whipping him lightly across the stomach with your paint-stained towel. “ You're so adorable.” he hummed, wrapping his inked arms around your waist, pulling you against his chest tightly, and began to sway you gently side to side. 

“ Come. Home” he murmured between kisses placed on the top of your head and you whined. “ I gotta get this done.” you sighed, snuggling deeper into his soft embrace. 

“ It can wait till tomorrow pumpkin. You've worked so hard, it looks amazing.” You smiled, peering up at him to see he was admiring your half-finished piece. 

“ You really think so?”

 “ I know so. But I also know that Sam is currently at the apartment with pizza and beer, missing our loving, warm presence.” he mumbled into your hair, his hands slipping under the loose t-shirt you often wore to classes, its material stained with bright blues and pinks.

 His touch was soft and gentle, his fingers slowly tracing patterns across your lower tummy. Your breath hitched, the contact making your nipples pebble against the fabric, goosebumps spreading across your skin.

 Of course, today of all days, you had decided to ditch the bra when everyone packed up their things and went home for the night. You often left it on when Marcy was here, or Steve was getting you- but you were caught by surprise.

 “Meet me outside?” You nodded, his grip releasing from your body slowly. 

Don't turn around, don't turn around don’t turn around dontturnarou- 

“Hey pumpkin?” he called from the door, forcing you to turn around and face him. 

Fuck me.

His eyes narrowed slightly, a small smirk forming across his face as he eyed your figure. Fuckkk me.

“ Bring a jacket. It’s chilly out.”

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Slam!

“ Did you guys fuck or something? What took so long?” Sam huffed from the couch, cold beer in hand, his feet resting on the coffee table as football played from the tv. 

I fuckin wish! your thoughts screamed, Steve just letting out a chuckle with the shake of his head.

 “ Someone just HAD to clean every single little bristle on each tiny little brush.” he drawled, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it on the recliner and heading straight or the opened pizza box. 

The warm lighting made his hair look like caramel… It looks so soft and fluffy.. I could easily paint him as an angel. 

“ Hey sweet cheeks.”

 “How’s my favorite person?” you asked playfully, setting your purse on the counter and opening the fridge to grab a beer. “ Hey!” Steve groaned, mouth already stuffed with cheesy goodness. 

“ I told ya man the chicks dig the fit!” 

You laughed, cracking open the bottle and joining Sam on the couch. You had no idea how football worked, all you knew is that when players got tackled, the guys would cheer and chug back drinks. Steve prowled over to the couch, leaning over the back to hand you a slice of pizza, which you happily accepted. “ I don't know how any of this works.” you mumbled, taking a bite of food as you leaned against Sam’s shoulder. 

“Oh trust me pumpkin, we know.” Steve laughed, ruffling up your hair. “ So mean!” you growled, watching the players run across the field, the tv volume turned lower for you, as Sam knew the loud yelling bothered you. 

The three of you chatted mindlessly, mainly about how everyone’s day was, and John, the most annoying person on planet earth who just so happened to sit beside Sam during his psychology lecture. “ If he talks to me one more time in the middle of a lecture I’m going to grab that stupid ass pen he always clicks and shove it down his throat.” he growled, causing you to bark out a laugh, which you quickly smacked your hand across your mouth. “ That's mean you’re not supposed to laugh at that!” Sam laughed, causing you to roll your eyes.  “ Then why’d you say it?!” you yelled, smacking his arm with a pillow 

“ You two bicker like five year olds. I’m takin a shower. If anyone wants to join me, the door is wide open.” Steve stood up and winked, causing your cheeks to heat as he walked to his room and shut the door softly. 

“ Y/N that man is in love with you.” You almost choked on your beer, eyes going wide at his remark. “ What makes you think that?” you whispered yelled, turning around to fully face the smirk on his face. The water started to run from Steve’s shower, and you heard the rustling of him taking off his clothes.

 “ Because I know him. I have way too long. He’s never looked at anyone like he does with you.” 

“But Peggy!” you wailed, setting down your beer on the walnut coffee table so you could turn around and face him fully. “ He stopped seeing her a few weeks ago. Said he had his heart on someone else. Didn't push him.” he smiled, swigging back the alcohol as you smacked his arm playfully. 

“ That someone is not me!” you nearly yelled, praying to god Steve didn’t hear the conversation the two of you were currently having. 

Could it be you? God, you hoped so. “ Are you fucking kidding me Y/L/N?! Stop sitting criss-cross applesauce with those doe eyes and hop in the shower with the hunk.” 

The Ravens scored. You didn't notice. You didn’t care. 

“ You know I can’t do that!” Rolling your eyes, you tossed your head back in defeat, grabbing a pillow and gripping it across your chest tightly.

 “ Your loss sweets. Yourrr loss.”

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You didn't know what was happening behind closed doors. And Steve was thankful for it. 

He couldn’t get the sight of you tonight in the studio out of his mind. It played on a constant loop, the way you turned to face him.

 Eyes wide, the dim light from the table lamp making your skin glow softly, your hair slightly ruffed from the friction against his chest. 

And your boobs. 

God, they were perfect. He knew he shouldn’t have looked. He knew it was wrong to be looking at his best friend that way. But the way you had responded to his slight touch, the way your tits were strained against the tight white fabric, aching to be held, nipples that had pebbled under his whisperers of a touch.

 Steve knew he shouldn’t have looked, and he shouldn’t be doing what he was doing now. But the way you looked tonight, the way you looked every night, he just couldn’t help himself.

 Your little giggles and flirtatious glances drove him wild, the pillow he was using to cover his boner only worked for so long. He needed release. And damn him for doing it with you so close, so near. 

Normally he’d touch himself to the thought of you when you were away, in the studio, or out with other friends. Steve would sneak to your room, rummage through your pantie drawer, and pulled whatever called out to him. Breathing in your scent, he’d jerk off with your panties in hand, making a mess all over them. 

I keep losing my thongs! You’d joke, and he'd laugh with a roll of his eyes, complaining that you had old man eyes. 

It was downright sinful. 

But Steve didn’t care. He needed you. He didn’t need your panties with your presence so close, being near you was enough to drive him wild. The thought of you, moaning his name, quivering and shaking under him, being so overstimulated by his feather-light touches that those precious tears would stream down your tinted cheeks was enough to make him cum with a grunt, white spraying across the shower tiles. 

He watched as the water washed it down the drain as he rested his arm against the cool wall, letting the water hit his back and trickle off his shoulder blades. 

Soon. he thought with a sigh, lathering the shampoo through his wet hair. 

Soon you’d be moaning his name. He’d make sure of it.

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It was a mess, to say the least. 

Paint bottles and brushes were scattered across the table, your brushes tossed everywhere. Paint was as far as the eyes could see, dried splatters across the wood. You swore you had more on the table and on your shirt than the actual painting. 

But it was done. Finally. 

You dipped your brush in the deepest shade of black, a firm stroke applied to the corner of the canvas with your initials. You sighed, setting your brush in the murky water to soak, stepping back to admire your work in the dim light provided. Tilting your head slightly, you nodded- contempt with your final product. 

“ It looks amazing pumpkin.” a deep voice lulled from the entryway to the studio, and you turned to face Steve with a smile plastered across your face. 

Your hair was in a messy bun, clinging on to dear life, your cheeks and nose dotted with blues and yellows. But you didn't care. You were just happy to see Steve, already comforted by his soft aura filling the room. 

You did a double-take as he emerged from the shadows, breath getting caught in your throat. Towering over you, he wore a too-small black tee that made his muscles BULGE. It did nothing for the imagination, it was all right there.

The faint outline of his abs peaked from the fabric, the ink on his biceps making you squirm. Grey sweatpants hung low on his hips, boxers just peaking out as if to say look at me! No scratch that- scream was more like it. 

You knew he had just come from the gym, and it took everything in you to not step a few paces, link your arms around his neck and kiss him silly. He saw the effect he had on you, the way your breath hitched, the way your pupils dilated, the way your cheeks filled with heat. 

You knew he knew, as he approached you with that cocky smirk on his face, eyes filled with mischief as he backed you slowly into the table. 

You hit it with a bump, hands reaching back to steady yourself as he chuckled, his hand coming down to cup your chin with his thumb. “You really think so?” you breathed, voice shaky with his presence so close. 

Your body was hot. Too hot. 

Steve had you under a spell, one you couldn’t shake. Ever since that time he had corned you in this very room for the first time, the tension was unbearable. Things had picked up since Sam’s little visit on the couch, as touches began to linger a little too long, little innocent gestures happening more and more often. Glances were tossed, and you caught his gaze linger on you more than once. The air was thick whenever the two of you were together, and the cord was slowly uncoiling. 

By this point, it was a challenge. 

A challenge of who would break first, who would take control. You were close to snapping completely. 

Steve knew. He always knew. The fucking bastard.

 “ I know so silly girl.” he teased, tilting your head up to met his loving gaze. His thumb inched towards your lips, brushing over them softly. You playfully wrapped your lips around his digit, sucking it slowly and letting it go with a pop! 

With a giggle, you winked at him and turned around, leaning over the table to reach for the bottle of purple paint that required your attention. “ Help me clean up please?” You shifted back slowly and were met with a pleasant surprise. 

The feeling of the very prominent boner against the curve o your ass had you squirming, and you tried your best to ignore it.

 But Steve wouldn’t. 

“ I think we have other things that require our attention, don’t cha think?” he leaned over you, his the firm hands on your hips invited you to turn back around to face him. 

There was no denying the look in his eye as he surveyed you, like a predator meeting its prey. 

Lust. 

 “ Like what Stevie?” you whispered, his hands slowly rubbing up and down your figure soothingly. “ I think you know, pumpkin.” He hissed through clenched teeth as you began to walk your fingers up his arm, tracing the swirling ink with your fingers. 

You could barely stand it. 

How near he was, the waves of arousal that seeped off of him. But you wanted him to make the first move. “ Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop. We can pretend this never happened. Because gods Y/N when I start-” His warm breath tickled your face as he inched closer and closer to your lips. 

“ I’m not going to be able to stop.”

 Good gods. It was happening. All these nights with your hands between your thighs, wishing it was him, his fingers, his tongue- his cock… it was happening tonight. 

“What if I don’t want you to stop?” you whispered, breathless- causing a growl to emit from his throat. His lips captured yours harshly, a moan emitting from your throat was muffled as he silenced it.

 His lips were soft, delicate, but his kiss and touches were anything but. The game was over, the chase completed. There was no time for soft, tender touches. Another time. Now, it was lust.

 Pure, undying lust. 

He tasted of mint as his tongue snaked out to enter your mouth as you granted him access, teeth clashing. Firm hands groped your thighs, causing a gasp to escape you as he lifted you onto the table with ease. The way he could manhandle you so easily caused you to shiver, more liquid dripping through your panties. 

“ God you are so beautiful.” he growled, eyes sweeping over you once more. Your plump lips swollen, cherry lipgloss smeared slightly, eyes wide and eager had him in a trance.

 “ I’ve been dying to taste that cherry chapstick for months now pumpkin.” he murmured, little kisses and nips being placed down your bared neck, a giggle escaping you at his words. “You're silly Stevie.” you quipped, your words becoming a pornographic moan as he bite down harshly, licking the bruises he applied on your skin. 

His hands wandered from tugging your hair back gently to provide him more access, to snaking down your sides to meet your hips. “ Such a silly little goose aren’t I?” he mocked, quoting what you’d often call him. You’re such a silly little goose Stevie! You’d laugh as he’d tickle your sides in the kitchen, while you’d be trying to make breakfast. 

“Mmmmm” you moaned as you lifted your hands up, allowing him to slip your shirt over your head and pile onto the floor. “ Such a cheeky little girl- not wearing a bra aren’t you?” he cooed and you blushed.

 “ Was expecting you daddy.” Oh shit. 

That word stung like a bee on your tongue, you didn't mean to let it slip. You never let it slip out during sex with anyone. But you didn't have a connection with anyone like you did with Steve. 

You swore his eyes grew even darker, a snarl leaving his lips as he palmed himself through his sweats. “ Daddy’s going to take such care of you pumpkin.” He slowly began to push you back until your back lay against the table. You watched as he slowly removed his shirt, his abs carved and crafted beautifully. 

You wanted to feel them. 

You reached your hand forward to touch, and a large hand snatched your wrist and pinned it over your head. “ Let me enjoy my beautiful canvas pumpkin.” he tsked, and you whimpered, nodding.

 “ So pretty..” he drawled, Brooklyn accent thick as his hand dipped in the paint you had placed in your pallet beforehand. Your eyes widened in alarm as he swirled his finger in the bright blue. 

“ Wha- eek!” you shrieked as the cool paint was coated to your skin, making you shiver. “Now I know I’m no Picasso honey but you’re just so pretty laid out for me like this I couldn’t resist.” 

His finger circled your breast, the blue paint leaving a faint outline of a circle on your skin. You withered and moaned under him at the sensation, his finger coming up to pinch and flick at your peaked nipple, staining it blue.

 “ Pleaseee..” you whimpered as he dipped his finger in the red, completing the same actions to the other breast. 

“ Please what honey? Gotta use your big girl words and tell Daddy whatcha need.” he cooed, loving the fact that just mere, featherlight touches could leave you at his mercy. 

“Need you so bad Stevie.” you whined, hips bucking slightly as he pinched your nipple between his thumb and finger.

 Dipping his finger in the paint once more, he drew an arrow down your stomach, pointing down to the place you needed him most. You were dripping at his point, your arousal seeping down your thighs Steve had pushed open as he stood between them. Your eyes widened as he smirked down at you. “ It’s artistic vision, pumpkin.” 

You knew where this was going to end. And you needed it. Very, very badly.

 You lifted your hips slightly as he shimmed you out of your shorts, licking his lips at the sight of you sprawled out for him like a feast. Your underwear was completely soaked, and the evil bastard cooed at the sight. 

“ Daddy got you all hot and bothered sweetcheeks? Your shaking and I’ve barely even touched you yet.” 

Sliding the wet panties down your legs, he slipped them in his back pocket instead of the heap of clothing across the white tile floor. “S’good-” you moaned as he slid a finger along your slit, gathering the wetness that lay there. 

Your eyes fluttered open to see the hottest image you had ever seen. Steve, with his fingers in his mouth- lapping at your juices like a man starved. You nearly moaned at the sight alone. Jesus fuck. 

“Sweet like honey…” he growled, giving you no time to prepare for his next actions as he gripped your thighs harshly, setting your legs upon his buff shoulders and dove into your sweet cunt. 

A high pitched wail left your throat as he licked your pussy from bottom to top, not missing a spot. His tongue was everywhere, and it was pure ecstasy. Wanton moans escaped your lips as he swirled his tongue around your clit, sucking on it harshly. 

You gripped his long golden locks firmly as he lapped at your juices, the sensations making your hips buck up in pleasure. Steve’s hand came down to rest on your lower abdomen, keeping you in place as his tongue slipped inside you, hitting a spot that made you scream. 

“ Sing for me honey. Fall apart for Daddy.” he growled as you tugged at his roots harshly. 

You looked down at the man kneeling before you,  your juices that glistened on his chin as he stared at your pussy as if he were a kid in a candy store. As far as you knew, Steve kneeled for no one. He was headstrong and always in control. Even if he were still in control now, the way he was eating you out like you were his last meal, on his knees for you, latching onto your bud, and licking up your juices made you feel like you were a goddess. His equal.

You began to move your hips as far as his grip on your stomach would allow, grinding and riding against his face slowly. “Jesus fuck pumpkin.” he growled.

 It was too much. Too many sensations. 

You came apart on his face with a scream of his name, clinging onto him for dear life as you squirted, making a mess. Legs shaking, cunt clenching around nothing, you urged your breathing to slow down. You were floating in pure bliss as he stood up, chuckling at the way your legs were uncontrollably twitching.

 “ I’m not done with you yet sweet girl. Gotta feed you daddy’s cum yeah?”

 “Please Daddy-” you whined, and he gripped your hips, flipping you around like a rag doll so that your legs were dangling over the table, ass in the air for him.

 “ You know how many times I’ve had to restrain myself from bending you over the kitchen counter and pounding into you until your a blubbering mess? Too many times.” he scolded, kneading your ass slowly. 

“Shouldda done it Daddy.” you giggled, as Steve pulled his boxers down with a smirk. “ Betcha you would've liked that more than you should have honey. Betcha you'd like some spankings too hm?” he asked, chuckling as you whimpered, nodding your head as you shoke your ass playfully.

 “ Well you're in luck pumpkin.” he cooed, placing his hand in the pallet of wet paint once more. Smack! You moaned as he smacked your ass raw, colourful hand prints placed across it like abstract art. He gave you no warning as he slid into you, hitting home. 

“DADDY-” you wailed as his hand came up to grip your hair harshly, pulling you up closer to him. He was big. Holy shit he was big.  “S’big-” you gasped as he bottomed out into your cunt, your walls clenching him tightly. 

“ Shhh pumpkin. You can take it love, you wanna make daddy happy yeah? Be a good little cum dump?” 

You clenched around him harder, causing a hiss to leave his mouth. “ So. Fucking. Tight.” he growled, as he began to thrust into you harder, tugging on your roots with force. “ Daddy please pleaseplease s’good-” 

You could barely form a coherent thought at this point, tears starting to stream down your face as Steve showed no mercy to you or your quivering cunt- thrusting deep, hard and fast. “ Tightest little cunt I’ve ever had. Never letting you go pumpkin.” he cooed, grinning down at the sight of your cheeks wet, mascara smeared. 

You were beautiful like this, being his little toy. 

You chanted his name like a prayer as his other hand snaked down to play with your clit, rubbing little circles with his fingers. “Need- need-” you wailed as he manhandled you, thrusting into you even harder. 

“ You wanna know something pumpkin?” he asked, ignoring your little pleases and cries. “ You’re such a good little cum dump love. You’re a little hole for me to use and abuse whenever I want- but you know that already don’t you? Know you’re only good for keeping my cock warm.” he cooed, sympathy dripping off his tone like acid. 

The degradation and praise made your head spin, made your vision turn foggy. 

“ Only your cum dump daddy-” you moaned, cumming on his cock with a cry. You felt as if you were on cloud nine, your legs shaking and head fuzzy. 

You gripped onto Steve’s arm tightly as his hips began to falter, and you couldn’t help but clench around him uncontrollably. 

“ Fill me to the brim daddy. Want your cummies in me.” you breathed, smiling when you felt his grip on you tighten. With a groan, he spilled into you, his grip on your hair loosening.

 You giggled as he attempted to slow his breathing, stroking your sides softly. 

“ You okay pumpkin? Did I hurt you?” You shoke your head, a giggling leaving your lips. “ No Stevie I’m okay. Best I’ve ever been actually.” He smiled, pulling out of you slowly. 

You whined at the emptiness, and he shushed you, watching his cum mix with yours and drip slowly down your inner thigh. His finger trailed up your shaking thigh, capturing the cum on his finger and smearing it across your cunt. 

You whined, the feeling of his finger making you squirm.

 “ I know, I know pumpkin. I know she’s sensitive but you need your cum baby. Healthy for you.” He winked and you giggled, looking back once more to meet his loving gaze. 

Steve’s fingers slid inside you, stuffing his cum inside you gently. Your neck hung forward, body going limp at the feeling.

 “Shhhh pumpkin. You did so good for me honey.” You opened your mouth, but no sound came out. Your mind was foggy and the feeling of his fingers, the pad of his thumb applying slight pressure to your clit made any thought turn to mush. 

Eyes glassy, you looked back at him as he scooped every drop of cum into your cunt.

 “Daddy…” 

Sub space overwhelmed you. It was too much. 

Your whole body was shaking and quivering, cheeks flushed and filled with warmth. Steve knew right away that you were floating in a bubble, sub space overtaking you.

 “ Daddy’s here pretty girl. I’ll take care of you- you don’t have to worry about a thing. Let’s get you cleaned up and I can take you back home yeah?”

 “Don’t leave-” you whimpered, clinging onto his bicep tightly, looking up at him with admiration in your eyes.

 “Never. Never ever pumpkin.” You breathed a sigh of relief at his reassurance, purring as he slid his arms around you and held you close.

[versadies]

THE HOUSEHUSBAND AU IS A MASTERPIECE

Pls i was WAITING for someone to do this AU with genshin men- u can sense my desperation from miles away

Thank u so much for this T^T

Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli, Chide and Thoma are great househusbands no doubt but i am quite curious about how Xiao would be as a househusband idk he looks like someone who would be the type to be in the Yakuza

I am a simp for Xiao-

HOUSEHUSBAND YAKSHA

letter from the author: you’re super welcome comrade !! im glad im able to provide househusband content for u and others who need it 😩🙏

content: hints of zhongli x childe (dni if you hate or not comfortable with this ship), mentions of violence, domestic fluff, yakuza!au, modern!au

the way of the househusband au masterlist

as someone who has spent almost half of his life serving his yakuza boss who saved him from an abusive guardian, xiao didn’t exactly have any time for domestic activities (nor necessarily needed in the yakuza organization.) so he isn’t exactly the best househusband nor the worst.

he’s fairly aware of how to do basic domestic activities so there’s no need to worry about that. he has to admit though, cooking is definitely not his best expertise.

back when he used to be a part of the yakuza organization, he’d rather cook instant foods since it’s more faster and not time consuming. the only times he cooked are when he’s craving for almond tofu, his favorite dish.

whenever xiao makes lunch for you, he tries his best to make sure you’ll like them, though expect his dishes to be liyuean kind since it’s the only ones he knows.

if you ever run late from work, you can guarantee that he’ll ride his motorcycle and immediately head towards to your workplace, paying no mind to the strange looks he received from others when entering the building.

it’s a bit worrisome when xiao tends to show his… habits from his crime life. on some occasions, he’d treat you as though you’re his boss and would do extreme measures should you ever express something that isn’t satisfaction.

“i’m sorry for disappointing you.” he said with a sigh, grabbing the kitchen knife to cut his finger off before getting tackled by you.

ever since he moved in with you, it’s safe to say that xiao would be worried that he’ll come across to an enemy, especially if you’re by his side in public at that time.

but never did he expect to come across to his boss at such an unexpected time.

“..rex lapis?” xiao blurts out, eyes slightly widening from the sight of the older man sitting not too far away from your table. “what is he doing in an amusement park?”

you look at where your husband was looking as well, your mouth went agape from the sight of rex lapis. “maybe he’s just going undercover?” you suggested.

right after you said that, a ginger-haired man suddenly sat down beside rex lapis, causing you and xiao to have the same surprised reaction when you both see one drink with two straws in front of the men - who seems to not notice you and xiao staring at them.

you slowly look at your lover. “…would you like to check out that haunted house now— XIAO WHERE ARE YOU GOING?” you panicked when xiao suddenly stands up from his seat with a glare at the ginger-haired man’s direction.

“that filth dares to be with rex lapis after i told him to back off?” he asks before walking towards the two as you trailed behind him with a panicked look.

“xiao, don’t—!”

it’s safe to say that the encounter with xiao’s boss is something the both of you never brought it up, thinking it’s for the best to not think about it.

when it comes to interacting neighbors, xiao never bothered taking to anyone unless someone spoke to him. the only ones he actually talks to were verr goldet and a tired college student who goes by ganyu.

xiao started getting along with the blue haired woman after saving her from getting assaulted by a couple of thugs. when ganyu found out that you and xiao lived not too far away from her home, she immediately visited your home and give you food that she made personally as gratitude for your husband saving her.

“i-i apologize if i’m interrupting you but i-i w-would like to give this to your husband for saving me.” she stammers, handing out the packed food to you. “i hope the both of you like it!”

as for verr goldet, she (alongside her husband) works at a convenience store that never runs out of customers - and xiao is one of those customers. he’s pretty much one of the regular customers of the store.

the woman would be lying if she claims that she wasn’t suspicious of xiao at first. if it weren’t for the apron that he was wearing, verr would’ve thought he’ll do something bad to the store.

it wasn’t until an attempted robbery happened in the afternoon, the robber threatening verr to give him money or else he’ll kill everyone in the store. thankfully, xiao managed to put down the robber as the cops arrive, earning a lot of respect and a new perspective from verr.

since then, xiao earned the whole neighborhood’s respect (with the both of you not knowing why).

on occasions when xiao has a lot of time for himself and has finished all of his tasks, he’d spend some time playing a flute given by a dear acquaintance who also used to work as a yakuza, feeling relaxed and at ease as the music reminds him of you, who’s currently away.

besides that, his other hobbies includes visiting certain areas to check up on stray cats, helping ganyu out with self defense (when she wishes to do it), and if he sees fit, he’ll even watch a couple of horror movies.

of course, no matter how busy he was with everything he has to do, his thoughts are always about you and your wellbeing. he hopes that you’d come home soon enough and lift the house’s atmosphere with your presence alone.

if only he knew you too thought of him whenever you’re working, determined to come home early to see your beloved.

[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 64. brb x oc

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS PLS DNI!

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

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While the plan was to immediately play the game, as much as Bradley wanted to, their stomachs had a different idea. Suddenly they were filled with hunger and couldn’t do much but have dinner, of course the thought of what would happen after floated around them. Then they had to wait for their dinner to settle, so they decided to watch another movie until it did, both of them eager for it to pass so they could finally do what they were planning to.

However it was a really good movie, so they ended up watching the whole thing, then the sequel, then when they noticed it was already midnight. Their dinner settled and now there was nothing else distracting them. “You get the cards, I get the wine.” he says, leaping to his feet to rip the wine glasses box apart to pick two out of it, while Beatrice reached inside a cabinet to get the cards she talked about. Was it a bit nerve wracking just like his Christmas surprise? Yes. Was she excited? Also yes. She wants to be a bit bolder, she felt that now she could be more since their relationship was serious and he voiced how much he liked it.

Beatrice steps inside the master bedroom first, with Rooster locking the door behind them with his smile never faltering. She sits cross legged on the floor, looking up at him with her cheeks red until he sits down as well right in front of her, “So.” she begins, “Do you want to um…mix the cards?” she’s still nervous, tapping her thumbs together after he grabs the box from her hands, smirking at her red face.

“What does the winner get?” he asks as he pulls out the pack of cards from inside, riffling them with his thumb repeatedly with his eyes still on Beatrice. 

She rolls her lower lip inside her mouth, she hadn’t thought about that yet…until an idea presented itself for her, “Well…we can use the um ticket we’ve been saving.” That made him stop, the last cards his thumb touched hitting the others with a slow slapping sound before he chuckled to himself, with a quiet yet overly pleased ‘okay’ leaving his lips. She has no idea what he had in mind, she knew what she wanted to do obviously but the way he suddenly turned sharp focused just with the thought.

Beatrice waits until he gives each the number of cards necessary, leaving the rest to the side and straightening his back to keep the cards within eye level. Beatrice did the same, frowning when she noticed her hand wasn’t really the greatest and she had to be careful while playing, “Ready?” he asks and she nods while chewing her lower lip. 

And so it begins. 

During the first minutes he has the upper hand, managing to get her socks off first and looking incredibly satisfied when he sets it right by his side. Then he managed to get her earrings, much to Beatrice’s dismay because he was still clothed and if he continued like this she’d lose…which wasn’t a bad idea but she felt like she knew how to play this by now, she could still win something.

When she finally manages to win something, now it was his socks that were on her side, she tried to hold back her excitement because the last thing she’d want was to sing victory before the finishing line. The wine was still unopened on the side, with the glasses next to it, she knew he didn’t like getting drunk before they had sex so she wasn’t sure why he brought it up. Maybe for later? After, well, they did what they wanted to do? That would be the most obvious reason.

Over time, they managed to get more and more off each other. When they were both in their underwear, that’s when it got intense because Beatrice had two more articles of clothing while he had only one. If she managed to get it, she’d win this game. But Brad wasn’t planning on going down easy, “Oh what do you know,” he says after she shows him her cards “A flush, looks like I win again, gorgeous.” he leans on his closed fist, watching Beatrice’s face slowly dawn with realization “Bra off.” 

She tried not to show how much his commanding tone affected her, not meeting his eyes when she reached behind herself to unclasp her black bra, the straps sliding down her arms until it fell on top of her bare thighs. She pulled her hair over her chest out of habit, nevermind he had seen her naked more times than she ever did, but she just felt very exposed. Bradley’s eyes drop to her now naked chest, his smirk remaining “Last round huh?” she nods, moving her arms in a way it’d cover her breasts and also push them together without her noticing. 

Bradley’s mouth parts, watching the mounds of flesh push together with his pupils blown wide. God she was so sexy, he thought, her upper body flushed a nice red and her lower lip bitten inside her mouth making her look like one of those pin up girls from the 1950s. Honestly he could see her rocking such an image, she could rock anything and look great no matter what.

Beatrice tried, she did try, she wasn’t doing bad on this game…but eventually, and maybe unsurprisingly so, he won. She sighed quietly as their cards came into view, with Rooster grinning brightly at her, “You know the deal, gorgeous.” he murmurs, following her stand up to her feet with his eyes, the same eyes that dropped to her hands hooking on the sides of her panties, watching her shimmy them down her legs - biting his lower lip when it partially got stuck between her thick thighs - until they touched the floor and she kicked it away.

She folded her hands in front of her navel, her cheeks redder than before, “N-Now what?” Was she nervous because she didn’t know what would happen or was she nervous because she was curious about what would happen? He hums, still on the floor but slowly standing to his feet and she couldn’t help but drag her green eyes down his chest, following the happy trail that disappeared under the dark briefs until they stopped on the not so subtle bulge in his underwear.

“Now, pretty girl,” he coos, “I’m going to enjoy my winnings.” he grabs one of her hands, kissing the inside of her wrist, ‘Get on the bed for me?” he didn’t even have to ask, because Beatrice did so quickly. He didn’t have much time to admire her backside as he usually did before she sat down, placing her hands on either side of her hips looking up at him. Rooster ran a hand over his face, breathing out a delighted sigh as he got closer, kissing Beatrice deep enough that it took all the air out of her lungs.

Beatrice feels herself fall back,wrapping her arms around his neck but whining out in complaint when he pulls his head back with a soft smacking sound and pressing a trail of kisses down her jawline, his tongue peeking out to taste her skin, his mustache scratching her throat as he goes down. He brings his lips back up so his hot breathing touches the shell of her ear, “Open your legs for me, gorgeous?” He says it as a request, but she wouldn’t mind if he told her to just like he did back during Christmas time.

Beatrice’s breathing gets deeper, but her legs slowly part for him to hover his hips right above it, giving him space for what he wanted to do. He drags his hand down, giving her left nipple a gentle pinch that makes Beatrice gasp out a squeak, then down her soft stomach over her stretch marks until he reaches exactly where he wanted to, gently touching her outer lips with his index and middle finger. The brunette moans quietly, one of her hands going up to his shoulder to grab the muscle there, muttering his name, “Do you know what my idea is for you, pretty girl?” she moans but shakes her head negatively, “It involves fucking you with my fingers first.”

He slides his fingers in, hissing through his teeth at how wet she was already with a sharp moan of his name hitting his ears. His fingers moved in and out slowly at first, enjoying how her moaning was quiet, how her nails gently dug on his shoulders while his eyes remained on her face. Her long lashes touched her cheeks with her eyes closed, her lips parted in pleased moans trying to keep up with his fingers, “You like when I fuck you with my fingers, don’t you gorgeous?” Bea nods, tossing her head back at a deep movement of his hand, “And you take anything so well, it’s almost like your pussy was made for me.”

The clench around his fingers was so tight he was sure it’d pop one of the joints, her sudden surprised cry of pleasure only made him grin even more, “And you get so wet too, it’s like I barely touch you and you already react to it.” he presses the heel of his palm against her clit, rubbing it back and forth following his fingers moving inside of her. Beatrice tries to keep her eyes open to no avail, moaning quietly with her hips keeping up with his hand, trying to get more friction out of it. 

She barely takes notice of the words leaving her lips, not seeing how she whispers a “Please, amore…” loud enough for him to hear and immediately still his hand, much for her disdain. She tries to move her hips to continue, but his huge hand holds her down so she doesn’t do anything else. Beatrice flutters her eyes open, tears clinging to her long lashes as she tries to figure out why he stopped, “W-What happened?”

Rooster’s eyes are so dark they are like blackholes in the universe that was him. “Say it again.” she looks confused, not understanding what he means, “Say it again.” When she finally figures out what he means, she shudders, repeating the words under her breath for him to hear. And something definitely changes, because his hand is moving so much faster that Beatrice can barely notice what was happening, too busy trying to understand how good he’s capable of making her feel using only his fingers.

Her moaning gets louder and her nails dig on his shoulder, creating crescent shaped indentations on the skin, “B-Brad…” she whispers again, “Ah!” He never takes his eyes off of her, his own breathing uneven and heavy,  following the flush of red on her skin, the way her body moved to meet his hand in hopes to reach her orgasm even faster. When she suddenly feels his thumb rubbing her clit in rapid circles, she’s a goner, she was sure that even with the wind howling outside the people in the other cabins would be able to hear her own scream.

She clenches her legs around his arm, body shivering with aftershocks and voice jittery, still trying to regain her bearings as her orgasm slowly eases out of her and her lungs no longer feel like they are ready to explode.He’s still looking at her when he removes his fingers, enjoying the subtle furrow of her eyebrows when he’s finally out, licking his digits clean, “Wait here.” he leaves the bed, which makes her blink but she’s too fatigued to move, only hearing the obvious ‘pop’ of the wine bottle being open.

His bare feet travel back to the bed, where he kneels above her while holding the wine bottle, “Been thinking of this since we got that gift basket,” he whispers, dropping his eyes to her flushed chest and down “I promise I won’t use all of it.”

“Use all of it- ah!” she yelps when the cold liquid hits her chest, just enough to dribble down and pool on the hollow of her throat Oh. Beatrice could just watch with wide eyes as Bradley cautiously leans the bottle on the high footboard and his mouth drops exactly where the wine was, licking and sucking her skin more than he usually did until there was nothing left besides a trembling brunette gasping for his name. Since his alcohol tolerance was a lot higher than hers, she knew that a few sips of wine wouldn’t be enough to buzz him up - hence why he was doing that now - maybe warm him just a little but he’d never get drunk.

But she couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t arousing at all, the cold of the wine followed by the warmth of his tongue as he tried to keep the red beverage from hitting the white sheets was commendable as well and he was doing a great job too.His open mouthed kisses dropped from her throat to her cleavage, where he darted his mouth to nibble a breast with his eyes directly on hers. He really did love eye contact.

His hands were busy rubbing her waist, the plush flesh of her hips and then her thighs, pulling back from her breast to drag his teeth and tongue down to her stomach, reaching for the bottle again. Her stomach clenched when she felt the wine hitting her skin, pooling onto her belly button and just a bit below her navel and yet somehow now falling on the bed. Beatrice whimpers, his tongue returning to suck it all away, slowly climbing down the mattress to be face to face with her flushed center.

He didn’t pour the wine there, because he’s not stupid obviously, instead he just moved his open mouthed kisses to her entrance and Beatrice couldn’t hold back the loud moan that was ripped out of her, “B-Brad!” her hands flailed, trying to grab anything closer - choosing the sheets instead - not caring if she ripped the cotton fabric under her iron grip. His hands cupped her thighs, placing both of them on his shoulders so he could spread them as he desired.

She whimpers, almost like she’s crying, with tears slowly sliding out of her eyes but not out of fear or worry of what was happening. He trails his hands up her thighs, tongue moving slowly inside of her, until he reaches her chest, cupping them completely, “God,Brad…” she gasps again, not being able to stop when she locks her legs around his neck by the ankles, clasping a hand over her mouth out of habit while the other one runs its fingers through his golden brown hair.

He groans happily, closing his eyes and opening his jaw a bit wider so he could go from bottom to top, paying close attention to her clit and making her squeak out her moans, her chest heaving. He knew she was getting close by the way her fingers curled around his strands and how she was trying to hold back her moan, so he sped up the pace focusing mainly on the little bundle of nerves. Her already sensitive state made the whole experience turn on a complete new level, her quiet crying of his name sounding like music to his ears.

So when she orgasms one more time, the second in a matter of minutes, he flattens his tongue against her entrance as it clenched at nothing, her back arching like a bow and her scream turning into silent huffs of air, her hips undulating to get the last of her orgasm out of her system His mouth was still on her, but it was too much, so much that Beatrice whined, “Brad,” she calls, trying to push his head away, “J-Just give me a-a m-minute.” he complies, but not before kissing the little bundle of nerves to see her jump with a startled squeak, leaning over her body with his lips shining.

“You okay?” he asks quietly, seeing her nod with her eyes partially open, lips parted to regain her breathing, “Did I knock the air out of you.” she laughs breathlessly, weakly slapping his arm but smiling nonetheless, “I’m going to give you a break, there’s something else I want to do with you.”

She felt herself clench just at the possibilities, her eyes trailing down to the bulge on his underwear, “What about you?”

“I’ll be fine, angel.” he murmurs, kissing her warm cheek, “Waiting for you is worth it.”

While she was touched, she couldn’t help but always look directly at it, she knew he wanted to do things for her first…but there was no way she’d let that go as she waited, “But…amore…” seeing his reaction from earlier, she tried again and immediately Bradley stopped his lips on the curve of her jaw, his breath hitching, “I just want to take care of you too, lieutenant.” two hits in one single play, she wasn’t messing around. His shoulders shuddered briefly, lifting his head from her neck so he could meet her green eyes, “Please?”

Now it was his mouth that was parted open, tongue peeking out to wet his soft lips as his eyes trailed down towards her lips, “What do you want to do?” he questions, but he wasn’t prepared for the answer he’d receive.

“I liked your wine idea.” she whispered, running a nail down between his pectorals until she reached his six pack, biting her lip when it clenched under the feather light touch, “It was really nice.” he doesn’t stop her when she sits up, the hand on his chest pushing him back, back until he is the one lying on the bed now and she’s straddling his hips. He hisses, feeling her wetness drip down his still covered manhood, his hands climbing up her thighs until they reach the curve of her waist.

She grabbed the bottle, holding it with both hands in front of her chest, “Is it okay for you?” she asks, oh so sweetly, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. She was going to be the death of him.

“Yeah, gorgeous, of course.” he whispers, following her movements with his eyes - focusing on how her breasts moved when she leaned forward- and letting out a sharp noise of surprise when the cold wine hit his chest, the red drop rolling down quickly from his collarbones down between his pectorals, almost reaching his chest hair. Beatrice widened her eyes, she should’ve predicted that, quickly lowering her open mouth to his skin so she could lick it away. Bradley’s hands on her waist tightened feeling her tongue brushing against his chest brought wonderful memories of the Christmas night.

Beatrice still had her lips to his chest when she looked up at him, through her long thick lashes, “Fuck…” her pinkish red full lips to his golden skin was a contrast he could never grow tired of, the feeling of her tongue gently licking the beads of wine away was enough to make his member jolt inside his briefs. She pulls back from his chest, licking her lips clean and asking him gently to lie down on the bed. He did, quickly, with his hands still holding onto her hips to bring her along with him.

Beatrice combs all her long brown hair to the side, a movement that was yet again enough to make him ready to lose his mind, before the wine hit his stomach. It was cold, but the muscles there prevented it from moving further, almost like they were hills and the wine was the river coursing through them. Beatrice moves her lower body further away from him so she could lean down, again meeting his eyes as her tongue dips down to lick it away. His hands are no longer on her hips but now on her shoulders, combing the few strands of hair that stuck to her skin back.

She kisses right on his navel once she’s done, her face so red but her smile is brilliant, “How was it?” she whispers, somehow thinking he wouldn’t have liked it.

“Fuckin’ great.” he mutters in a quiet voice, his tone sounding even deeper than normal “Do you want to know the rest of my idea?” she nods and his hand comes up to rub the pad of his thumb over her lips, gently prying them apart so he could pop the digit inside, “When you sucked me off,” he feels her tongue brushing over the pad of his thumb, “I really liked that and I’d like it even more if you did it again.”

Beatrice pops his thumb out of her mouth, the digit glistening with saliva. She doesn’t say anything for a bit, until she finally whispers a “Okay.” with that shy smile he loved so much. Rooster watches her move away from him so he could remove his briefs, kicking them off the bed as Beatrice placed the wine bottle down - and further away from them thinking there wouldn’t be any need for its uses - and settled back between his legs, lying on her stomach.

He breathed in and out heavily, heavy lidded eyes watching her tongue roll out of her mouth to lick a strip from the base to the tip, “Ohhhh fuckin’ Christ–” he furrows his eyebrows, clenching his eyes and rolling his lips into his mouth as a deep groan vibrates on his chest. Beatrice huffs out a soft laugh, kissing his tip before bringing it into her mouth and that was enough for another deep moan to escape the confines of his chest, “Shit, Jesus– fuck your mouth should be illegal.”

She pops him out of his mouth, “Do you want me to stop–”

“No!!” he is quick to say, snapping his eyes open, fearing she would stop but only sighed seeing her smile “Jesus, you– you can be very cruel.” he says, his voice getting higher when she takes him back into her mouth, tongue brushing on the underside. Bradley drops his head back on the pillow, rubbing his face with both hands only to interlace his fingers on top of his head, trying to control his breathing any way he could - he was successful most of the time. “God baby…” he whispers, dropping one of the hands from his head to her hair, caressing her nape “God damn it. God damn it you are so good.”

Beatrice hums happily, the vibrations making a full body shudder dart through him and his fingers grab on the strands just a bit harshly but not enough to hurt her. While he could, he wanted her to suck him off until he was completely spent. There were things he still wanted to do to her, “Baby…” he called softly, his own skin flushing as her head bobbed “Oh God– baby, that’s it.” he had to hold back the best he could but it was getting very hard to focus, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ on a bike, Bea…I,” a relatively deep suck was enough to bring him back to the present and the groan that escapes his throat almost shakes him to his very core, “Yeah, baby, baby, you should– god, Jesus fuck- you should stop for right now.”

She does, pulling him out of her mouth only to kiss his flushed tip sweetly, smiling up at his sweaty and flushed face. She rubs his thigh gently, “You okay?” he huffs out a tired laugh, rubbing his face with both hands and grabbing her own hands to pull her closer. Beatrice just bites her lower lip, trying to hold back her smile when he pushes her down on the bed with her ass up in the air.

“God damn it.” she hears him say, her cheek pressed to the pillow, turning to look over her shoulder at his wonderful, tall muscular body right behind her. His hands caress the globes of her ass, squeezing it gently only to slap the left butt cheek to make her yelp, “Is this okay to you?” Beatrice nods, still looking back at him, “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while too, baby…god your ass is so fucking great.” 

She moans softly, playfully wiggling her hips so he could get on with it faster but he was taking his sweet sweet time. She gasped when feeling the tip of his member prod her entrance, her toes curling with anticipation, “God, Brad…” she tried to push back against him so he could enter faster, but he just held her hips back, “Brad!!”

“What? I’m admiring the view.” he teases back, slapping the opposite cheek with his smirk widening, “And it’s a wonderful one.”

She wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer, frustration taking over her nerves until she got an idea, “Brad…tenente Bradshaw.” She hears his sharp intake of air once the words hit his ears, undoubtedly translating in his mind immediately, “Per favore tenente,ti voglio così tanto…non mi vuoi anche tu?” She knew he had no idea what she just said past the ‘lieutenant’, but the way his hands tightened on her hips and his eyes darkened was enough of an answer for her.

Who knew she’d be using Italian for this. Clearly not a single one of her ancestors.

“God damn it.” he growls, aligning himself and then sliding him without much ado, both of them moaning once he fully hilted. She felt drips of sweat falling on her back and sliding all the way down until it reached her hair. Beatrice moans deeply into the pillow, her ass hitting his navel repeatedly since he’s the one controlling the thrusting right now. Which she wasn’t complaining, not one bit, “Fuck, fuck how do you–”

“Ah, tenente…ti piace come mi sento intorno a te?” her cheeks were flaming, she was really dirty talking in Italian back to him, something she’d never do normally, “Perché m-mi piace come ti senti dentro di me…” she had no idea how much her speaking in Italian would affect him, but the way he his hip bones were hitting her ass after every thrust gave her a good indication.

Beatrice moans brokenly, muffling her voice onto the pillow but Rooster isn’t having it, “No,” he grinds the words, “No, keep talkin’, keep talkin’ baby, I want to hear you.” he rubs her asscheeks again, not spanking them this time with his eyes locked on him disappearing and reappearing inside of her. Beatrice moans again, louder this time, her open mouth escaping so she could take deep gulps of air with her hair falling over her eyes, her own hips meeting his thrusts.

“Brad–” she whimpers, clenching the sheets close to her head, her whole body shivering when he suddenly leans forward, pushing her ass down under his weight without stopping the movement of his hips. His warm breath hits her neck and ear, his large hands grabbing hers, sliding under them to interlace their fingers together.

“Say it.” he whispers heavily against her ear, “Talk to me.”

“A-Amore,” his deep groan is more felt than heard, her moans getting louder while his thrusting gets faster, “Brad…ti amo,ti amo tanto…” her gasped response was almost unheard because of how her voice was breathed out, but Rooster heard it, he did. He groans louder against her neck, the slapping sounds of their skin together was almost deafening and her moans were rising in volume signaling she was very close, “Brad!I’m going to cum!!”

“Yeah, you are,” he growls, “Fuckin’ cum baby, give it to me, come on,come on–” her body immediately stills and her scream echoes around the room so loudly he’s sure the walls vibrate. It doesn’t take long for him to reach his own release, burying his face on her neck only to groan deeply and just as loud on her skin, bucking his hips a few more times until he’s completely done.

They stay like that, breathing heavily for a few seconds, Rooster inhaling her sweet lavender scent mixed with sex and sweat, lips pressing butterfly kisses to her throat “Good God.” he chuckles, “This was better than I planned.” he mutters but his only response is a tired ‘mhmm’ from her. He pushes himself to a kneeling position so he could pull out of her, trying to not stare how their conjoined releases come out of her “Baby,” he coos, kissing her lower back, “How are you feeling?”

“Mmmfein foin.” was her muffled reply on the pillow.

“What?”

She lifts her head with some difficulty, “I’m feeling fine.” she repeats clearer now,  giving him a little smile, “It was great.”

Rooster grins back at her, “Good, now come on.” he rolls her back so she’s lying down on the bed, sliding his arms under her legs and back, picking her up bridal style, “Shower time!”

“Just shower?”

“Of course, baby.” he whispers, kissing her cheek and taking them both to the bathroom, “Just shower.”