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Hello! I have a request. Can I have some head canons about how La Squadra would react if you were disrespected by someone? Letâs say their s/o (preferably female) works at a cafe or restaurant and a rude customer throws the money at her, completely expecting her to pick up the bill from the floor (yes, that is a real experience Iâve had, unfortunately).
How would they react? What would they do afterwards or say?
Would really, REALLY appreciate it. Honestly, I wish someone had stood up for me back then.
Authorâs note: Hey hey~
Thanks for the request~
Sorry no one stood up for you, what happened to human decency?
And I can totally relate, the entitlement of people is insane. Two days in to my very first job as a cashier I had a customer say some really atrociously awful things to me and I just took it because I didnât know what else to do and afterwards my managers told me I shouldâve called them wow. Like my manager literally wouldnât repeat what the customer had said because it was so abhorrently inappropriate and disgusting.
So yeah. Respect employees, weâre all human beings here itâs literally so easy to Not be insanely rude.
Interestingly enough I actually had some thoughts on this written in my personal La Squadra notes, particularly in regard to Prosciutto since he gives me lots of thoughts about stuff similar to that, cool that I get to address that heh.
-La Squadra x female reader: When someone disrespects you
Content, PLZ READ: female reader who works as a waitress, discussion of unhealthy and toxic masculinity paired with sexism (Prosciutto), La Squadra is a group of (mostly) pretty aggressive men who act on that feeling so. Some canon compliant aggression, threats, violence and blood. Theyâre a group of assassins so Lots of Bad men doing bad things. Meloneâs slightly perverse tendencies
Various scenarios involving rude customers, including the example in the ask.
Established relationship: dating/married depending on the character
Ok while writing this itâs finally really hitting me how bizarre itâd be to be a non stand user witnessing or experiencing a stand attack-
Reader is aware of stands and that her La Squadra man is a member of the Mafia
And attempts at Italian hopefully itâs correct but if not please lemme know!
Micro fics style
-Formaggio: Out of all the members of La Squadra heâs noticeably much more chill and relaxed than the others. But heâs still a proud member of the Italian Mafia. And youâre his girl. Heâs no knight in shining armor or Prince Charming for you, he wonât intervene when thereâs an occasional irritable customer giving you a bit of a hard time. He knows you can take care of yourself.
However, if some entitled customer has the audacity to go too far and say or do something Really disrespectful while heâs around, I think he has a preference for good old-fashioned humiliation, and only results to intimidation if they decide they wanna keep making a fool of themselves.
He plays it up like: âooh, hey, if you wanted that pretty ladyâs attention there are much better ways to get it, buddy.â
You donât have to add anything. You resume work quietly, but keep your eyes and ears focused on him, in case he decided to get carried away.
After a little bit of back and forth with him using his usual coolness and charisma, the offender gets increasingly frustrated and flustered.
When your boyfriendâs finally had enough of this stupid game he stands up from his table. His playfully mocking expression remains, but his smirk shifts ever so slightly into something more sinister. âIf you want we could just take this outside,â he says it so casually, with the tone of a man who wasnât going to hold back if it actually did escalate into a fight. He was not bluffing at all either.
At full height and with the clear confidence that he was absolutely gonna win the fight, the rude customer wisely decides Formaggio was Not someone he wanted to mess with and awkwardly leaves the restaurant, Formaggio loudly exclaiming taunts as the guy skittered away with his tail between his legs.
He seems awfully pleased with himself after âdefending your honorâ like that. You let him enjoy that feeling, because honestly that was pretty well done and it didnât get too ugly. He has some nerve expecting a bunch of praise from you for that though.
-Illuso: Someone saying or doing something rude to you is like insulting him as well. And his stand is uniquely qualified for an entertaining punishment against some arrogant idiot giving you a difficult time.
Illuso doesnât say anything, but when you look over at him while some jerk is screaming his head off at you like itâs your fault his food took five minutes longer than usual to arrive, you see that heâs pretending to fix up his appearance in a fancy compact mirror you had gifted him on your one year anniversary.
You can tell immediately heâs actually angling it at the guy screaming at you so he can activate Man in the Mirror. You inwardly groan because honestly you welcome your husbandâs interference, but it will be difficult to explain a man magically disappearing in the middle of a restaurant, especially while heâs causing such a scene with that excessive screeching.
All of a suddenâŠsilence. Such a sudden silence that the sound of Illuso clasping his mirror shut is audible to you from where youâre standing. Of course all the customers were looking at that guy who was freaking out at you. And he literally vanished before their eyes. So you do the only thing you can think of and spread your arms in an exaggerated manner and go: âTa-DAAAH~â like the supernatural disappearance was just a magic trick.
In a rather weak attempt to sell it, Illuso starts slowly clapping for you and commenting: âmolto bene~â. You canât muster an annoyed glare at him; the slight smile tugging at your lips gave you away. A few customers join him in clapping, a bit confused, but honesty just glad that the yelling has stopped.
Illusoâs version of torment is to leave the guy completely alone in the mirror world. Confusion combined with isolation is a cruel combination, and given his captor was Illuso who was absolutely bound to prolong the punishment because of his sadistic tendencies, you almost feel sorry for the guy.
âMake sure you let him go by this evening,â you remind him before you get back to work.
âLet who go, dearie?â he says, his acting pathetically bad.
Sigh. So he was going to play it that wayâŠ
âIâm serious,â you grumble.
âMe too.â
You meet his eyes at that remark, and his smug smirk tells you he wants to see if youâll keep nagging him about it.
When you donât indulge him heâll get bored and let the guy go. Hopefully that brat learned a lesson. And if not, at least he has a story literally no one will believe.
-Prosciutto: Despite not being a very nice man to you, heâs got that ridiculous belief that only heâs allowed to be harsh to you. Itâs âtough loveâ when heâs hyper critical of you or snaps at you for something small, but if anyone else does it to an excessive degree then itâs apparently unacceptable, rude behavior. Really itâs just his pride as a man and unhealthy view of masculinity that causes him to freak out when youâre disrespected. Heâs your fiancĂ©âŠBy his logic, you need him to protect you, and itâs his job as a man to do so.
Heâs a big hypocrite.
But at least he stands up for you.
You could usually feel Prosciutto watching when a customer started to get a little ornery with you. He wouldnât always step in, unless something he deemed entirely disrespectful was said or done; he does think dealing with irritable people is okay for you until they get carried away.
It looked like he wasnât going to intervene this time over the dirtbag being extraordinarily picky and fussy with you, just because he liked bossing essential workers around apparently. Prosciutto was listening, as usual, but didnât seem too concerned, drinking his coffee disinterestedly. Until the customer decided to toss a crumpled up napkin at you when you turned around.
Ohhh boy, you didnât even have to LOOK to know the coffee mug getting slammed down on a table was Prosciutto.
You debate what you should do. He strides past you, and you opt to justâŠhold still and listen for a moment. Pretend you donât know him, and let him do whatever it is heâs about to do (though you have a pretty good guess what it is).
Despite all the tough talk he was doing before, that customer couldnât hide the slight panic in his voice at Proscuittoâs sudden approach.
Unlike a lot of Passione members who preferred to hide their affiliation to the mafia, Prosciutto wasnât nearly as subtle with that tailored suit, open shirt and the demeanor of a man whoâs killed before and will kill again.
âHey who the hell do you think you are?! Stay away from m-â the jerkâs nervous ranting is cut off by Prosciutto dragging him to his feet by the collar of his shirt.
âYou dropped something,â Prosciutto says in that certain tone youâve grown all too familiar with. He uses it often when heâs pissed off or teaching a lesson or both at the same time.
Before the man can even squeak out the beginnings of some sort of excuse or counter heâs gagging, and you turn around to stop Prosciutto from straight up choking the guy by shoving the same napkin he tossed at you down his throat, speaking about how disgustingly disrespectful it was to throw anything at a woman.
âHey, I think he gets it,â you cut in.
You wonder if heâs actually gonna listen to you this time. For a moment it seems like he might ignore you and continue the lesson. But he decides you may have a point and that heâs not worth the trouble. Though it doesnât stop him from roughly shoving the guy to the ground when he lets go of his shirt.
âMake sure you add an apology when you pay the check,â he says to the sniveling man on the floor desperately telling himself not to make a run for it like a coward now that Prosciuttoâs back was turned.
You donât know whether to smile or roll your eyes, knowing all your fiancĂ© meant was that he better leave you a generous tip as compensation for such disrespectful behavior.
âGo smoke outside,â is all you say to him when you see Prosciutto reach for the pack of cigarettes in his jacket. He smoked when he was especially irritated; so he went through a lot of cigarettes. He waves his hand dismissively at you, but obeys and goes outside. Though he stays close to the entrance. Heâs making it clear heâs not leaving til youâre getting paid well for all that trouble.
The guy ended up practically handing his wallet to you.
Prosciutto internally checks off his: do one good thing for his fiancée today mission.
-Pesci: Heâs not the most confrontational of La Squadra, and thereâs no love lost between the murderous members of the team beyond a mild respect for each otherâs strength (and thatâs only sometimes) but heâs more than familiar with how most of the other assassins handle disrespect or things they donât like in public with violence and aggression (hard glares at Ghiaccio and Prosciutto in particular). And that usually results in them getting asked to leave the premises, how embarrassing-
He doesnât want to embarrass you either when a particularly volatile customer started screaming at you and freaking out for no valid reason. But he canât just sit there and let you take that kind of abuse either.
He tries to excuse you from the situation by calling you over to his table like he was a customer and it was something urgent. And wellâŠit might just escalate the irritation of that insufferable jerk screaming at you butâŠ
You go to Pesci anyways, opting to just ignore the jerk, pretending to be busy dealing with some made up issue Pesci was improvising.
To your surprise it actually kinda worked. The guy was steaming for a bit and yelling at you from his table but. You just ignored him. And if anything actually happened Pesci was 100% capable of handling it if he had to. He didnât usually try to start fights, but if pushed he could absolutely finish them.
âDo you usually get customers like that?â Pesci asks with genuine concern in his voice once the guy finally gets mad enough to leave (without paying but that was a problem for later).
âWellâŠâ more often than someone who doesnât work in food service would thinkâŠ
âSometimes,â you admit vaguely, not wanting to worry him but not wanting to lie either.
He thinks you should find some different job, not that heâs actually in a position to suggest that given heâs literally a La Squadra assassin. And youâve heard from the few times youâve met with his coworkers that the money they make in the business of murder is minuscule all things considered. Honestly he should get a new job too. One that didnât rely on the occasional commission and splitting a check with eight other people.
You both know itâs not that easy to just Find a new job. And he doesnât think itâs a great idea to suggest you get more involved in Passione for quick but dirty moneyâŠsighâŠno easy solutionâŠ
-Melone: Your boyfriend was the least confrontational man in La Squadra.
Usually you encourage him to not visit you at workâŠbecause he always stares at you in such a manner that your coworkers or customers sometimes warn you about a creep in the corner booth whoâs been watching you for a while.
As someone whoâs used to being yelled at (though only because heâs the one being a FREAK so it doesnât Really count) heâs sure you can handle the occasional ornery customer who decided to raise their voice at you. He usually intervened only if you directly requested it, because more often than not you got annoyed at him for worming his way into your other problems. Doesnât mean he doesnât notice when heâs typing on his laptop at the restaurant you work at and someone starts destructively causing a scene all because you brought them the wrong brand of soda by accident. Itâs been a long day, youâre tired, youâre working the evening shift and the restaurantâs about to close. So you donât bother to try and appease this guy, you know heâll just complain and give you a hard time no matter what you do. And he apparently took your: âIâm sorry, let me grab you the right one,â as disingenuous and insulting, because you didnât call him âSirâ. You really donât feel like dealing with this, and youâre about to just let it go until he has the audacity to knock the soda off the table and onto the floor, staining the floor and even getting soda all over your shoes.
GodâŠjust to humiliate you over something small-you find yourself quietly staring at the floor for a moment, trying to register what you should even doâŠbend over right now to try to salvage your shoes before the soda dried? You had napkins in your pocket. But then the damn customer wonâŠ
And you know Melone was watching everything. Heâs so invested that heâs stopped typing.
Meloneâs no gentleman, and has no shame, but he canât just let someone get away completely with disrespecting his girlfriendâŠespecially given he had bought those cute shoes for you!
You can only mumble Meloneâs name quietly when he approaches the situation, his demeanor energized despite how late it was. You werenât gonna deny him stepping in but saying his name was a warning not to be too weird.
He clicks his tongue, making a point to not even look at the jerky customer, like he wasnât there, and focuses all his attention on you.
âYou know those shoes werenât cheap, tesoro mio,â he chides playfully, immediately plucking off some napkins from the customerâs table and kneeling in front of you so he can wipe your shoes clean himself.
You bite your lip. It might seem gentlemanly to onlookers, but you knew he was also using the opportunity to get close to your legs in public. But he manages to behave himself, even putting a few napkins over the spill on the floor once heâs done with your shoes.
When he finally stands back up, he makes a point of leaning very close with an especially devious look on his face.
âWhat a shame,â he says in a strangely exaggerated tone. âI think Iâll have to buy you a new pair of shoesâŠâ
You just give him a confused look after reminding him youâre on the clock when he leans in for a kiss.
Then he wanders off. But at least he distracted the customer enough to dampen the worst of the disrespectful behavior.
You finish your shift. Melone was waiting for you outside with his motorcycle, as heâs your ride back to your shared apartment.
He looks especially pleased with himself.
âWhatâd you do this time?â you sigh and yawn, too tired to feel especially concerned with whatever he mightâve done.
âYour next pair of shoes is going to be Especially niceâŠIâll even get you a pretty dress to go with them~â he licks his lips.
Under the dim light of the street lamp, you finally notice the wallet that heâs holding up. It isnât his.
His little kneeling act by the table with the rude customer apparently had many purposesâŠyour boyfriend really was quite a sly opportunistâŠ
âMeloneâŠâ you were gonna chide him gently for taking the guyâs Entire wallet butâŠit was too late to start arguing with him, given he was your ride home. And you didnât care too much about it in the first place, especially right now.
-Ghiaccio: Everything ticks him off so when youâre working you donât mind if he doesnât bother to stop by and say hi even when heâs in the area. He tends to get worked up about something minuscule even during quick visits. And your restaurant is quite popular with tourists, who he has a borderline obsessive type of hatred for. Yeah. You were okay with him NOT visiting you while you were working because inevitably one day he was gonna cause quite a scene-
You feel a very ironic cold shiver down your spine when you catch sight of a familiar red Mazda Miata going way too fast in the parking lot looking for a space to park.
âDios mioâŠI donât need this todayâŠâ you mumble to yourself, not realizing a particularly entitled customer was watching you act distracted for a moment by looking at a car from the window.
When you get to his table, you donât really know what heâs yapping about when he says waitresses these days are SO ditzy and arenât properly trained. Youâre not listening too hard because youâre watching Ghiaccio walk past the window on his way into the restaurant. He gives you an acknowledging glance when he spots you, and it pisses off the customer even more because now heâs complaining about how completely unprofessional it was that you invited your boyfriend into the restaurant while you were working. You have no idea where this guy is even getting all these assumptions, or what was even so terribly wrong with the scenario heâs making up, so you donât pay it much attention and just brush it off as the customerâs eccentric personality trait.
Until he says that if you were going to be disrespectful by inviting your boyfriend to work, you might as well look busy.
What a freaking idiot, waiting for Ghiaccio to walk in to the restaurant before literally throwing the money for his meal at you, completely expecting you to pick up all the bills.
Ghiaccio doesnât even need to know the context to react (though itâs probably for the best he didnât hear what started it because itâd just piss him off even more).
âHey, hey, heyâŠâ Ghiaccioâs voice from the entrance can be heard from half way inside the restaurant. âIf you meant to give the money to her, itâd be MUCH more efficient for both of you if you just HANDED it to her, you freaking moron-â
Oh God, here we goâŠGhiaccio wasnât screaming quite at full volume as he speed walked to where you were standing, his hands twitching slightly, either oblivious or simply ignoring all the customers exchanging nervous glances as they watched him. He has to be literally the WORST AND the EASIEST member of his entire team to piss offâŠand when he got like this he sometimes didnât even listen to you.
The customer glares at him, and dares to open his mouth to respond, but Ghiaccioâs rant wasnât over and it just pisses him off even more to see the guy had the audacity to try and interrupt him.
âGhia, hey-â
Yeah he was definitely not gonna listen to your attempt to calm him down. You wonder if he even heard you because he grabbed the guy by the back of the head while you were talking.
âIT DOESNâT MAKE ANY DAMN SENSE WHEN I THINK ABOUT IT! I MEAN, WHAT THE HELL IS THE POINT OF THROWING MONEY ALL OVER THE GROUND?! YOU JUST GET OFF WATCHING HER WASTE A BUNCH OF TIME PICKING THAT ALL UP?!â
Was heâŠmore pissed about the illogical nature of the behavior or the fact that you were being disrespectedâŠ?âŠItâs kinda hard to tellâŠthis ornery yapper on even more ornery yapper violence was Quite a scene this early in the morningâŠ
âDONâT YOU HAVE A LIFE, IDIOT? OR DID YOU GO OUT JUST TO KILL TIME BY POINTLESSLY INCONVENIENCING A WAITRESS?! YOU MIGHT NOT HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO WITH YOUR LIFE BUT SHEâS GOT AN ACTUAL JOB TO DO AND DOESNâT HAVE TIME TO PLAY 52 CARD PICKUP WITH ENTITLED JERKS LIKE YOU!â
It doesnât even cross your mind that most people would be mortified to watch their boyfriend completely lose it like this in public, youâre so used to it at this point; youâre thinking about how itâs a bit hypocritical of him given how youâve witnessed him Also going off on a poor server for nothing.
âGHIACCIO!â you finally make yourself shout, reaching out and grabbing the wrist of the arm he was using to hold the panicking rude customer by the back of the head.
You know Ghiaccio. He was about to slam that manâs head on the table.
âWHAT?!â he snaps, but when he whips his head, you can tell the raging blizzard of his soul wavered just a bit when he looked at you.
âDonâtâŠyouâll break the table, theyâre flimsyâŠâ
His physical strength always astounded you, given he wasnât particularly large, and he wasnât even resisting your hand on his wrist but you could still feel the power in his arm. âYou already made your pointâŠâ you whisper, worried about getting in trouble for the scene he was causing.
âBUT-â
âThank you, itâs okayâŠâ
He REALLY has to debate it, but reluctantly releases the man with an irritated huff and an audible growl. Such a lucky guyâŠyou were one of the few people who could get Ghiaccio to think before taking something too far.
âIs your shift almost over?â he asks, clearly still incredibly irritated, tapping his foot rapidly against the ground.
âAbout fifteen minutes to go.â You glance at the trembling rude customer, gazing wide eyed and flinching every time Ghiaccio moved in any way.
He checks his watch and the customer climbs further into the booth out of fear of the simple gesture, but Ghiaccio is forcing himself not to pay him any mind.
âIâll wait for you in the car then.â
âAlright.â
As long as he left the restaurantâŠ
Now everyone knew he was definitely with you in some capacityâŠdamn.
He sends a pointed glare to a couple of the customers on the way out. A âgentle reminderâ to keep manners in mind.
And when you give the rude customer one last look, you see heâs on the ground picking up the money he had tossed at you.
Heâs trembling a bit. Probably from fear of Ghiaccio changing his mind and coming back to actually break his face. But heâs probably a bit cold too, just from coming into physical contact with Ghiaccio could leave anyone with a chill if he partly activated his stand while touching someone.
You really needed to have a chat with him about his temper but as the previously inconsiderate customer blubbers out apologies and begs you to protect him from your scary boyfriend while shoving the money (and a generous tip) directly into your hands you hesitantly decide today is not the day.
-Risotto Nero: He doesnât go out in public often, but minus the whole âleader of an assassination division in the mafia with a truly frightening appearanceâ heâs a pretty normal guy. Keeps to himself and stoic, but he can hold a conversation. Youâre fine with him not visiting you at work often, you get that heâs super busy, but when he does stop by youâre glad to see him (and he doesnât cause any scenes. Bonus points for Risotto).
It was a slow morning for you, and he had finished an early morning mission earlier than he had expected. He even checked to make sure the diner you worked at wasnât busy before he decided to stop in and see you.
Your face lights up when you see him, running over to him and giving him a quick hug, and bringing him a small cup of coffee on the house, allowing yourself a brief moment of respite to speak with your boyfriend. It wasnât busy yetâŠthere were only two other customers, but it was just your luck that one of them woke up on the wrong side of the bed and decided to come over and give you a hard time for taking a moment to spend with Risotto.
âDoes your boss pay you to flirt with customers?â
You canât even believe someone really came over just to say that to you. You werenât even sitting down to talk to Risotto, and itâs not like you were being loud or obnoxious or anything.
âSheâs doing her job,â Risotto points out with that signature stoic nature. The guy seems slightly put off by Risottoâs unique appearance, but was apparently in a bad enough mood to not back down so easily.
âIf she was doing her job sheâd be bringing me a refill and not wasting her time chatting with a guy she already served,â he points out indignantly. What an insane level of entitlementâŠRisotto seemed to think the same thing, though he wasnât a fan of escalating things.
But this guyâŠhe had some audacity talking to you like that.
Risotto puts his hands on the table, and stands up slowly, deliberately, to his full height, tilting his head slightly to better look the smaller man in the eyes.
âSheâs just being polite,â Risotto corrects the man. His voice is still calm, but his speaking speed is Slightly slower. Paired with him purposefully emphasizing his full height, the warning that he wasnât going to stay civil for much longer was clear.
The unwanted visitor inwardly debates for a moment, visibly shaken from Risottoâs intimidation but absolutely too embarrassed to just back off now.
He foolishly decides to keep going.
âShe-â heâs cut off by an almost explosive gush of blood coming out of his own nose. You gasp at the suddenness, but instantly realize whatâs happening. He slams his hand over his nose, the blood not stopping that easily, almost immediately leaking through his fingers.
âOhâŠâ Risotto remarks with obviously fake concern, leaning in as if he were examining the âmysteriousâ nosebleed. âYouâd better take care of that before you get blood all over the placeâŠâ he states the obvious with complete unconcern.
It was admittedly a bit funny to watch that jerk sprint to the restroom clutching his bloody nose.
There is a minuscule tug to the edges of Risottoâs lips.
âRisotto! Sudden unexplainable nosebleeds arenât funny at all,â you chide, despite not feeling an ounce of pity. Itâs not like Risotto was trying to kill that guy, if he was he would be bleeding out on the ground right now. The goal was just to embarrass him a bit, and he definitely succeeded.
âI think that was just a suitable divine punishment,â Risotto replies with a shrug, as if his stand, Metallica, had nothing to do with it. Itâs subtle butâŠyou can tell heâs irritated someone really had that kind of nerve to bother you for no reason. But you wonât let it ruin his whole day, reminding him that you got off work early today and youâve been really excited to finally have some free time to spend with him.
Authorâs closing note: I hope this could bring you some entertainment~it was enjoyable to write and consider how a few of them could use their stands to mess with people but wow I was being sent back to my first job on occasion with some of these customer characters, sheesh-
#jjba x reader#jojos bizarre adventure x reader#female reader#la Squadra x reader#Formaggio x reader#Illuso x reader#prosciutto x reader#pesci x reader#melone x reader#ghiaccio x reader#risotto nero x reader#Thus Wrote Mrs Zeppeli
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Last Holiday, 2006
Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader
Word count: 5k
Notes: Iâm not. Iâm not doing great with this whole phone mess. Itâs so funny, it truly is. The only silver lining is that manâs was hot and I got to work with him for an entire two hours.
Joel tosses his bags down on the bed, running his hand through his hair. You had run down to the car to get your charger and it gave him enough time to just⊠breathe. He never should have agreed to drive with you to your dadâs wedding. You were terrified of flying so he offered to help you drive the 12 hours it would take to get to Alabama, your dad's new wife had grown up there and wanted to get married before coming back to Texas.Â
He stares at the large king-size bed trying to figure out the logistics, he knew youâd fight him for offering to take the couch but heâd feel more comfortable there. Okay not really, even if it was a relatively nice room and a nice couch it would still end his back.Â
But being close to you? That close? That would end his life.Â
He still remembers the first time he realized oh yeah, haha Iâm attracted to my best friendâs daughter whoâs damn near half my age! You took his house key from your dad when you found out he was laid up sick at home. You came over immediately with a ridiculous amount of bags in your hands, it took two trips to the car to get it all in and you refused to let him help. You set him up in his bedroom with a diffuser and a big mug of tea while you stocked his house with everything he would need and then some. You spent five days at his home, nursing him when he couldnât do anything for himself besides turn over slowly and pass back out.Â
On the third day of you sleeping in the chair in the corner of his room, heâd had enough⊠which was the beginning of the end for him.Â
Oh if only heâd known. He might not have forced you into bed.Â
âLook. The Doc said Iâm no longer contagious anymore right?â He had his hands on his hips in one of the rare moments he was able to stand (heâd had to go pee)Â
âRightâ you sigh from under your blankets and he points to the bedÂ
âAlright then get goinâ little girl and get an actual good night's sleep. If you insist on staying here and takinâ care of me the least I can do is offer you somewhere better to sleepâÂ
You begrudgingly stomped over and flopped down on his bed and he rolled his eyes at your theatricsÂ
âYouâll thank me in the morningâÂ
That was the best sleep heâd ever gotten in his life, he woke up around three in the morning with you snuggled into his chest, his arms tightly around you. He froze for a minute, not sure if he should scream or shut the hell up so youâd stay.
âJoel?â You blinked up at him sleepily and he looked down at youÂ
âYeah, Sugar?â He mumbles his voice rough with sleep.Â
âGo back to sleep,â You tell him, putting your head back down against his chest and closing your eyes.Â
So he did.Â
And from then on he couldnât help but want to be close to you, he wanted to feel you back in his arms again. He wonders if you even remember that happening? Either way, this one-bed situation isnâtâŠ. Great. The door opens and you come in with a bag of chips and your charger hanging from the belt loops of those tiny damn shorts you insisted on wearing to be âmaximum comfyâ on your ride.Â
âWhich side did you want?â You ask as you wave the plug, looking for a socket.
âAbout that- Sugar I can-â
âDonât even give me that, you have to stand with my dad! And weâve got a ton of shit to do before the wedding so Iâm not having your old ass breaking down just because you couldnât sleep next to me.
His mouth drops wide open and you toss your head back cackling.
âIâm- Iâm so sorry, did you say my âoldâ ass?! I could run fuckinâ circles around you. Snowflake ass motherfuckerâÂ
You gasp dramatically and he tosses his coat down on the chair âOh yeah, you heard meâÂ
âDo you wanna come say that to my face?!â You throw your charger over to your bag and open your arms wide, he scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest.Â
âIâm not fighting a babyâÂ
âA- a baby?!â You splutter your mouth wide open and he gives you the fingerÂ
âA little itty bitty babyâÂ
You go to tackle him onto the bed but he catches you first, slamming you onto it so hard you bounce up. You scream laughing as he pins you down with his body, immediately attacking your sides.
âStop!! No-no please stop!â You laugh loudly, kicking your legs but itâs not doing anything. You buck your hips wildly trying to throw him off as he tickles your sides relentlessly. You shriek and twist but he isnât moving, heâs like a rock. You start blindly throwing punches, still thrashing around and he captures your wrists, pinning them above your head and you try to buck your hips again.
âLet me go!!â You pant harshly, staring into his eyes, his face is so close to yours as he leans on you, holding you down.
âOh, whatâs wrong Princess?â He says in a stupid voice âLittle baby canât free herself from the old man? Awww am I too-â
Before he can finish his sentence you smash your lips into his, kissing him passionately before pulling away, your chest still heaving. Itâs like heâs zoned out as you lay your head back against the sheets, you wait a few seconds before suddenly regretting everything.Â
âJoel? H-hey Joel? It- it was a joke I was just-â Your eyes widen as you feel his hard cock against your core, throbbing in his pants.Â
âI was just jokingâ You whisper softly, staring at his lips for a moment, his eyes trail down to yours, staring at your little tongue darting out and wetting your lips. He lets your hands go and you wrap your arms around your neck, pulling him down against your chest.Â
âWhy did you do that,â He asks quietly and you shrugÂ
âDunno, I mean- I just wanted to stun you⊠didnât realize Iâd break youâÂ
âYou didnât-â he rolls his eyes and you giggle, âYou didnât break me. Do you know what youâre doing, Sugar?â He looks at you seriously and you blush a little, your voice becoming smaller and quieter than you expected.
âI know what Iâm doing⊠At least I thinkâ You say back, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck.Â
âWhy donât I give you some time?â He pulls out of your arms and you frown, feeling the loss of warmth. He grabs his jacket from the bed and sighs.Â
âIâm gonna go get some dinner for us. Donât open the door for anyone.âÂ
Before you can protest heâs gone, the door slamming shut behind him.Â
Joel is gone longer than he expected, he needed time to just sit in his truck and like, scream. Okay not scream, punks scream. But you kissed him.Â
What the fuck does he do now?Â
Because youâre his best friendâs daughter, he helped you move into your dorm for fucks sake. He was there for your dad when he was depressed about you moving out, he slept in your bedroom for like a week straight. He had a great time going through your shit that was for sure, heâd sent you pictures of him with your diary open in front of him with a little thumbs up. He didnât actually read it but you called him cursing him out and he nearly died wheeze laughing and rolling off your bed.Â
He picked up a few things for you too, youâd left your bedroom a mini tornado, knowing youâd be back soon anyway, college wasnât very far away but you knew if you werenât closer youâd totally skip class.Â
Thatâs how heâd found it, heâs glad he did before your dad did, in a box that was labeled that it was supposed to come with you. Heâs only opened it to take a picture and see if you absolutely needed him to bring it up to you right away or if you could wait for the weekend. Itâs a Polaroid of the three of you, he remembers when it was taken too, at the last neighborhood picnic. Youâre sat in his lap, your arms around his neck as you give him a big kiss on the cheek, your dad is standing behind you two with a giant chef's knife as a joke. But youâve put an adorable little heart around the two of you, he turns it over to see a red lipstick mark over your names and the date on it.Â
Suddenly he didnât feel so weird about getting off to the smell of your room that surrounded him night after night.Â
He looks at the little bouquet of flowers in his hand as he comes up in the elevator, they look stupid now that heâs got them in the hotel. Not to mention what if you decided this wasnât what you wanted?? Here are some awkward âCool guess we forget the kiss!â Flowers.Â
He taps the door with his foot, leaning close to it âOpen up Sugar, before I spill these drinksâÂ
He hears the lock sliding and the door swings open, youâve got an oversized t-shirt on and your hair is up out of your face. You grab the drinks from him and turn away, letting the door smack him and he rolls his eyes, pushing it open with his hip and coming in.Â
âAlright, I got you McDonaldâsâ He tosses the flowers onto the table nonchalantly and you set the drinks down, staring at them. Your fingers trace the long stems, three pretty roses, thorns and all.Â
âGot your little pansy ass some nuggets, what do you kids call them these days? Chickie-âÂ
You stand on your toes, pecking his lips and holding onto the front of his shirt to steady yourself.
âThank youâÂ
You grab the bag from him and take out your food before going over to the bed and hopping on, you carefully open your barbecue sauce and set up your food before grabbing the remote and sitting crisscross.Â
âSo what should we watch?âÂ
He looks at you for a second, narrowing his eyes and studying your expression before grabbing the bag and coming over to the other side of the bed. He tosses it down and plops on the bed then snatches the remote from you.Â
âHey!â
âIâm not watching any of your shitty little cartoonsâÂ
âYou have shitty cartoonsâ You grumble âWhat did you used to watch? Steamboat Mickey??âÂ
He snorts a little and you point at him âI got you!â You laugh and he slaps your thighÂ
âYou didnât get me. Jesus how old do you think I am??âÂ
âLike 100 or something?âÂ
âYou wanna kiss a hundred-year-old man? What you got a kink or somethinâ Sugar?âÂ
âEw!! Joel!!â You squeal and whack him with your pillow, he yanks it from your hands as he falls back laughing. You snatch the remote back from him after beating on his thigh and turn to SpongeBob, while heâs busy laughing to himself and unwrapping his burger.Â
You eat in silence, giving him glares and he canât stop snickering every time he catches your eye. You force him to watch SpongeBob for a couple hours with you after dinner, you stay curled up on your side of the bed and he stays on his, you know youâve caught him laughing a couple times. No one can resist SpongeBob, especially old SpongeBob.Â
Youâre on your fifth episode when he reaches his arm out toward you.Â
âY/N?â He actually sounds sleepy when he says it, you turn to look at him, your heart melting. His head is back against the headboard, one hand over his torso, half slumped into the sheets.Â
âYeah?â You say softly and he waves you over, patting the bed.Â
âCâmere Sugar, too far away from meâÂ
You shut off your light and crawl across the bed to him, snuggling into his side. You pull your knees up and bury your face into his chest. He puts his arm around you, kissing your forehead and you smile, turning down the TV and kissing his cheek.
âItâs like 10 pmâ You whisper and he rolls his eyesÂ
âIâve done a lotta drivinâ alright? Shut up. I saw you nodding off over there tooâÂ
You flick his chest and he chuckles âMhmm thatâs what I thoughtâÂ
You listen to him breathing, as he rubs lazy circles on your shoulder. You put your arm over his waist, tilting your head up to kiss his jaw
âIs this⊠something you want?â You ask quietly and he hesitates for a moment, his finger stopping on your shoulder.Â
âIs this something you want?⊠Iâm not, Iâm not perfect Y/N, you deserve better.âÂ
âIâm not perfect either, Joel. I donât want perfect, I want you. Iâve been wanting you. Ever since-â You stop, and you feel him take a deep breath before relaxing into the bed. He reaches back, shutting off his light and pulling you into his arms as you settle in against him.Â
âEver since you came to take care of meâ he finishes for you and you wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling your nose against his.
âBingoâÂ
Joel wakes up to your soft moans, he blinks blearily, checking his phone.
3am.
Your chest is against his, face buried into his neck, your leg thrown over his. He stretches a bit, resting his hand on your hip and you grind against him suddenly. His eyes widen as you gently roll your hips into his, gasping softly and gripping the front of his shirt.Â
âS-Sugar?? Y/N??â He grips your hip tighter, shaking you a little âCâmon baby wake upâÂ
You whimper and his cock twitches, he seriously needs to wake you up. He pushes your hair from your face, kissing your forehead.Â
âWake up baby girl, fuck- please you gotta wake upâ His voice is strained with need as you roll your hips into him again, he can feel a little wet patch forming on the front of your panties and he canât help but moan lowly, as you grind against him again. He pushes you onto your back and starts kissing your neck, he sucks a dark mark below your collar and your eyes open slowly.
Your fingers tangle through his hair and you tug gently, sighing softly.
âIs this a dream?â You say sleepily and he pushes your shirt up around your waist, kissing your soft skin.Â
âCanât tell, donât really care thoughâÂ
He inches down your body, kissing along the way. You let your legs fall open and he moans, inhaling your scent. He rubs his nose against your wet, pink, panties and you moan, scrunching his soft hair in your hands and grinding against his face.Â
âThatâs it, baby girl, use meâ He growls, lapping at that damp spot as you arch your back, pulling your thighs together around his head. He pushes your thighs over his shoulders and continues sucking on your panties.
âYou want me to take âem off? Wanna feel my tongue between your legs?âÂ
You nod dizzily, rubbing his hair âY-yeah, please? Joel. PleaseâÂ
He reaches forward, ripping them open and you squeak, trying to shut your legs but he wonât let youÂ
âThereâs no runninâ from me now Sugar. He leans in again, kissing your lips tenderly, he smirks as he feels you trembling. He nuzzles his nose against them, teasing your clit.
âYou clean it up down here just for me?â He looks up and you roll your eyes, huffing a littleÂ
âI mean-â
âDidnât have to go through all that trouble you know⊠Iâm a grown man sweetheart, a little hair isnât gonna scare me off. âpreciate it thoughâ
âItâs not like I expected you to be-â
Your back sass is cut off by Joel licking a long slow stripe between your folds, effectively shutting you up. He buries his face between your legs, moaning as he savors your arousal. He pulls you against his mouth, sliding his tongue inside you as far as he can.Â
"Fuck, you taste so sweet," he groans, his voice muffled against your pussy. "Could eat this pretty little cunt all day."
Your back arches off the bed as you pull your legs up, keening softly and he grabs your thighs, keeping you in place. He wraps his lips around your clit, sucking as he slowly slides his fingers inside you, curling them up as he strokes your g-spot. Your body jolts and he chuckles, hitting it over and over again, listening to your gorgeous moans.Â
âNone of those little boys youâve been with even know this exists huh?âÂ
âH-holy shitâ You gasp and he pumps his fingers harder, his tongue concentrating on your clit, you push his head down, grinding against his face and he hums delightfully, enjoying every second of you using him as he sucks and licks your cunt with practiced precision.Â
"Fuck, you're so tight. Gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock," he moans, grinding his hips into the bed.
"Cum for me, baby girl. Let me taste you."Â
âJ-Joel wait- wait it feels like Iâm-â
âLet go, baby, Iâve got you, itâs gonna be so good I promiseâ He coaxes and you fall apart immediately, your body jolting as you climax, squirting over his chin.Â
Your juices flood his mouth and coat his fingers. He laps at your needy pussy, drinking down every drop of your release as you shake and tremble above him.Â
He crawls up your body as you lay there panting, staring up at the ceilingÂ
âYou good there Sugar?â Heâs got such a cocky grin on his face you just want to slap it off. You cup his face, rubbing your thumbs over his cheekbones before pulling him to you and kissing him. You can taste yourself on him as he swirls his tongue in your mouth, wrapping it around yours. You giggle and pull away as he settles next to you.Â
âI could do that all damn day if youâd let meâ He nuzzles into your neck, kissing you softly as your eyes start to close in exhaustion.Â
âI just mightâŠâ you blink rapidly, trying to keep yourself awake and he pulls you into his chest, resting his chin on your headÂ
âGo to sleep sugar, we got a long driveâÂ
âBut what about you?â you pout, stroking his cock slowly and he pushes your hand away slowly.
âThereâs a bathroomâ
You giggle sleepily and lean into him âGonna jerk off to me?âÂ
âOh shut up and go to sleep. Damn bratâÂ
Joel runs his hands through his hair, rinsing the soap from it. Heâd gotten off at least three times since last night and it wasnât really helping all that much, but he had places to go, people to see.Â
Like your dad.Â
What a way to kill a boner.Â
What was he supposed to say? Hey buddy glad youâre getting married, hey on the way here I ate your daughter out like a man starved. It had been a while⊠so technically he was but whatever that didnât matter.Â
What mattered was he felt like a lovesick teenager. He woke up to you curled up like an adorable little angel in his arms, so soft and sleepyâŠwhich absolutely ended in him between your legs again, his newest favorite place to be.Â
You were just so sweet and giggly now, still the biggest pain in his ass, but now that pain in the ass liked to wrap her arms around his torso and bury her face in his back and not let go.Â
You were disgustingly cute.Â
âJoel come on we have to go! Quit jerkinâ off and get your ass in gear!âÂ
âŠand incredibly annoying.Â
He shuts off the shower and steps out, running the towel through his hair and grabbing another one before wrapping it around his waist and coming into the room.
âAlright, alright keep your damn shirt onâ He looks up from the floor as youâre pulling your mini skirt over your ass. He stares at you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and you blush.Â
âThatâs-â
âItâs a skort⊠youâre gonna tell me itâs too short right? Itâs⊠itâs got shorts with itâÂ
Your eyes widen as you see the towel start to shift a little and he coughs awkwardly, covering his cock. But the towel comes from his hips and you canât help but giggle, as he takes his second towel and covers his butt.Â
âIâm- Iâm gonna-â He nods toward the bathroom and you put your hands upÂ
âWait! N-no you can just- why donât you just get changed?âÂ
âYou want? Me to drop the towels?â He sounds bewildered and your cheeks heat up as you roll your eyes and look back at the bag in front of you, avoiding him completely
âI mean- youâre- youâre my boyfriend now?? I think- I think I can see your assâÂ
âBoyfriend huh?â He sounds so fucking cocky when he says it too. You throw your pajamas into the bag and whirl around.Â
âYeah jackass my-â You knock into his chest and he grabs your arms, steadying you. You squeak and he pulls you into his chest, running his hands down your arms.Â
âYou hittinâ it this early Sugar?â he teases and you swat his chest âI mean I know you can handle your whiskey but-â
âOh shut up! I didnât realize youâd come over here⊠youâre like, really freaking quietâ
âI hunt a lotâÂ
âHuhâŠâ you trail off, looking up at him. His hair is so much curlier after the shower, and little drops of water fall onto his tanned skin.Â
Heâs gorgeous when heâs like this. He smells nice too, you look up at him, your doe eyes wide and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against him. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head as you feel him against your thigh⊠heâs not only large, heâs thick too.Â
âSo⊠you wanna see my ass huh?â He teases and you blush, pushing at his chest but he doesnât let go
âWhat times checkout Sugar?â His head dips down and you feel his soft lips on your neck, your eyes slowly close as he places feather-light kisses across your skin. He bounces you a little and your eyes pop open.Â
âCheckout?â He asks again and you look back at the clockÂ
âUhhh, 11?âÂ
âAnd what time is it now?â His hands slide into your skort, cupping your ass. He gives it a squeeze as he grinds his hips into yours.Â
âItâsâŠitâs umâ You wrap your arms around his neck, biting your lip as he continues kissing softly, leaving a steaming trail with his lips down your neck.
âUse your words Princessâ
â9:30â you finally answer and he smirks, working your skirt and panties down your legs. You step out of them and kick them aside and heâs got you on the bed again. He tosses the towels down and climbs on top of you, you reach down and grab his ass, pushing him down into you. He hisses and you giggle, rolling your hips against his rock-hard cock. He reaches down and strokes himself a couple times, tapping your clit with his cock and you jump a little. He chuckles and rubs the tip through your folds before teasing your hole with it.Â
âCanât believe youâre already this wet for meâ He mumbles âWhat a slutâÂ
Joel nips at your pulse point, sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth as his hands roam your body, feeling your soft curves that belong to him now. You moan quietly, relaxing into the soft covers beneath you as he worships your body.Â
"Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart. Gonna fill this tight little pussy up so good," he promises against your skin, his hips grinding against yours.
He pushes forward, sinking into your tight heat inch by inch. You both groan at the sensation, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment.
"Fuck, you feel so good, baby girl. So tight and perfect," he rasps, his hips rocking gently against yours. âEverything I fuckinâ dreamed ofâ
You pull him closer to you, holding onto him tightly as you take him in you, gasping slightly at how big he is. You bury your face in his shoulder, panting softly as he bottoms out.Â
âJesus Christâ You whimper, as he gives you time to adjust to his size, your eyes roll back and you tip your head down into the pillows.Â
He sets a slow, steady rhythm, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in. He leans down, kissing the column of your neck as he thrusts into you, gripping the sheets to keep from cumming embarrassingly fast.Â
Your nails trail down his sides, gripping his ass in your hands and pushing him down harder into your wet heat.Â
He moans as he sinks deeper into you, your walls clenching around him deliciously. He could feel you trembling beneath him, your small hands on his ass, gripping it tightly.
âF-fasterâ You moan, your chest heaving as you give him the go-ahead. He kisses you deeply, his tongue dominating yours as he speeds up, his hips slamming in and out as he grips your hip with one hand and reaches down to touch your clit with the other. You arch your back into his, your chest bouncing as you mewl desperately, the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin filling the hotel room.Â
He reaches down, gripping your thigh and pushing your leg up higher, opening you up even more to him. He angles his hips, hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars last night.Â
âLook so fuckinâ pretty when youâre takinâ my cock like this. Such a good girlâÂ
Joel's thrusts became erratic, his balls tightening as he feels you clenching around him. He buries his face in your neck, biting down on your shoulder as he lets out a guttural moan.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum" he pants, his hips stuttering as he empties himself inside you, pushing all the way in and holding it as you cum around him, your body shaking as his fingers roll over your clit faster and faster.Â
âJoel- fuck, fuck, fuckâ You cry as he gives you a few rough pumps before pulling out and falling to the side of you.Â
You both lay there together, panting harshly. He runs his hands over his face and sighs as he leaves them there, covering his eyes.Â
âBest damn sex Iâve ever had,â He says through pants and you giggle, mimicking his stance.Â
âMakes sense, for your first time. Explains why you came so quicklyâÂ
His mouth drops open as you laugh into your hands, turning to look at him.Â
âDo you wanna fuckinâ go?? I will fight youâ He threatens and you gasp, sitting up fast.Â
âHey! Iâm just saying! Itâs completely normal!! Cumming in two minutes!!âÂ
He sits up spluttering and you toss your head back laughingÂ
âYou son of a bitch that was way longer than two minutes! And you came at the same time!âÂ
âI donât recall that happeningâ You tap your chin and he knocks you over back onto the bed, you squeal and laugh, holding onto him as he squishes you into bed. He slaps your ass and you jolt, your mouth dropping as he does it again, his hand coming down harder.Â
âJoel!âÂ
âBad girls get spanked, thatâs the rule baby girl, sorryâÂ
âSomething tells me youâre not actually-âÂ
You both freeze as your phone starts ringing. Joel lets you go and you scramble to the edge of the bed nearly falling off as you pick it up off the table.Â
âItâs my dadâÂ
âI knowâÂ
âWhat do I do??âÂ
âAnswer it??â He gestures wildly and you spin around in a fast circle, stomping your feet and whining before tossing your phone at him.Â
âYou answer it! I have to uhhh clean up!!â You run to the bathroom and he throws a pillow at youÂ
âPussy!â He yells as he takes the phone from the bed and swipesÂ
âUhhh hey man whatâs up?â
âJoel? Whereâs Y/N?âÂ
âIn the shower, decided to sleep in today, somethinâ about beauty rest⊠not that itâll helpâÂ
Your dad snickers and he chuckles a little, getting up to put his boxers onÂ
âSo uh whatâs goin on?âÂ
âEh nothinâ just seein' where you guys are. Carrieâs gettin' kinda anxious that you guys wonât be here on time. Y/N still has that last fitting for her best man dress and youâve still gotta get the right shoes-â
âDo you want me to break the speed limit? Iâll break the speed limitâ
âThat would be nice yesâÂ
âAlright, weâll be on the road in like 20 minutes? Iâll see how much time I can make up.âÂ
âOkay cool⊠cool. Well, tell Y/N I love her and Iâll see you guys soon. Love you, brother, byeâÂ
âByeâÂ
âJoelâÂ
âJesus. Love you too, you lousy fuck. GoodbyeâÂ
You come out of the bathroom as heâs pulling his shirt over his head. He glares at you and you giggle.Â
âWhat did he want?â
âFor us to get our asses in gear, now get your shit together, and letâs goâ He smacks your ass as you walk past and you squeak, hitting his arm as you throw the last of your stuff in your bag and hand it over to him. He leaves the room and you do one last walkthrough to make sure youâve got everything.Â
You come out to the truck watching Joel throw everything in. You lean against the passenger side as heâs shutting the back door. He leans against the door and pulls you into him, kissing your nose.Â
âYou ready Sugar?âÂ
âMhm, you ready to keep your paws to yourself?âÂ
His hands slide down your sides, cupping your assÂ
âNot likelyâÂ
#words by rhys#rhys writes#joel miller x reader#joel miller#the last of us#tlou#rhyskinkmas24#kinkmas 2024
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Thinking about the way vox positions his brand and his own image -- his company stands for perfection, for innovation, for trustworthiness and progress; how hard he probably works to maintain a respectable image while wangling Val's whims. This is a man who, in a hell that respects pure brute power over anything else, created an empire based in consumer trust and playing on the human instinct to follow the herd, don't fall behind, keep up.
We know that alastor made a name for himself by almost deliberately playing a provocateur, upturning the status quo, framing himself as an unpredictable threat, and it's fairly consistent in behaviour patterns as well -- Alastor relishes in disturbing other people's sense of comfort; he turns to fear and intimidation as his first weapon.
Both of them use reputation as a tool but in completely opposite ways, and even in their personal relationships as well (another interesting point -- Alastor is much more genuine with people he does consider friends, like Mimzy and Rosie, but Vox never seems to fully let down his persona even with Velvette and Valentino? He has that big fake smile on with Velvette in ep2, and with Val he drops the smile but still plays the charming, reasonable, logical business partner -- at least until Valentino gets under his skin by mentioning Alastor. There's technically ep8 but I'm almost certain that's an exceptional case?) And both of them know very well how to play to their audiences
Well there isn't really a conclusion here but I find it really funny that in one season we're sorta already seen both of them break their own image to an extent? Vox obviously showing a total lack of composure on live tv, but also, Alastor's loss to Adam. Like I've seen some people say it's not a big deal because Adam is so strong, but the problem is that Alastor's reputation relied on the mystery of his power ("no one knows where he came from; he just started toppling overlords one day, and not small ones either"), and losing to Adam puts a definite upper limit to his power.
Basically he went from unknowable eldritch monster to like, powerful overlord sinner, but still a sinner.
Thoughts about recent leaks under the cut
You know what else is interesting? Vox's biggest asset is not his personal power (though it's almost certainly not small either) but rather the trust the people of hell invests in his brand. It makes me think that actually the primary conflict of season 2 will not be a physical battle (Adam) but a battle over the narrative. And who's the people of hell going to trust more, the overlord that's been providing them with technology and protection(?) for decades, or the princess of hell who's not here visible in public eye for ages, and heaven, who's been trying to kill them since who knows when? (obviously charlie stopped the exterminations which is a big plus on her record but that wasn't exactly a show of redemptive power was it? The strength to resist and unite yes but also the power of having hell's big daddy on your side)
And okay I'm not super sure still what vox is planning to do with hypnotizing the whole of hell, but I wager rather than any aggressive action (not his style) it'll have to do with convincing people that they really are irredeemable, that hell is the status quo and come on, do you really think those angels believe in redemption? Do you really think you can be redeemed after everything you've done? Pentious was an exception; he wasn't all that bad to begin with, and you don't think the princess' silly hotel can actually help you, do you?
And y'know what putting it this way it's suddenly clear to me why the vees are designed that way (because obviously they were planned to be one of the main villains way ahead of time) -- they represent respectively mass entertainment/social media/porn and drugs, all possible means of addiction and soft control and getting people to basically surrender to their own vices (more than hell already does of course) (gambling is another addictive means and I'm hopeful but sceptical that they'll explore it through husk)
But anyway. The Vees have much to lose if redemption succeeds (technically all the overlords do but eh). It's why I'm sorta hopeful that S2 and maybe S3 will feature a much more in-depth discussion of the topic of redemption? Who can be redeemed, what does redemption involve (beyond literally sacrificing yourself?), are there any limits to redemption?
Though putting it this way makes me think none of the vees aren't going to meet good endings ahshdd or at least they'll have to fall very very far to even get a chance at it bc why tf would you even consider redemption if so much of your power depends on people just giving into hopelessness and dependency? Not that any of them would ever want to be redeemed but...idk. and really that's a huge conflict in the show right? Charlie doesn't fundamentally understand why some people wouldn't want to be redeemed not just bc of addiction or other reasons, but the ones who benefit from the status quo (Alastor, vees, the overlords to some extent or another). And heck like Rosie and cannibal town helped stop the extermination but how much do they actually care for redemption vs getting a chance to eat angel meat? The show makes it pretty clear it's the latter. Charlie struggles to understand even Angel and it's why it's husk who gets through to him, cuz they can understand each other (but it doesn't mean Charlie's efforts are insignificant, they created the space for redemption in the first place)
And that's I think the central conflict of the show? That heaven (at least the side represented by Emilie) and Charlie believes everyone will to some extent want to be redeemed, it's just the lack of opportunities; Adam and lute and sera's side, who disdain and fear that if provided any opportunity, hell will always rise up and overturn heaven (ngl heaven and hell in Hazbin always reminded me of gated communities?); the vees who want hell under their control and in extension to convince that redemption is too far out of reach to bother; and maybe like Lilith too who I sorta suspect doesn't actually care for redemption as much as overturning heaven's authority? (But all we know of her is like a few minutes/seconds so like...)
Final thoughts but I was admittedly disappointed in the presentation of episode 6; for redemption to be worthwhile you need to show why heaven is so good, not just why hell really sucks, and imo the welcome to heaven song isn't really that convincing? It's a clever mirror to like a happy day in hell, but you can't just tell me everyone is happy every day in heaven and call it a day, like what's life actually like in heaven, rlly it just looks like a metropolitan city but in pastels?? Do people in heaven ever have personal conflicts; how are those settled; what does social life look like; happiness isn't just the lack of like addiction, poverty, pain, etc tho that goes a long way.
#inane ramblings#hazbin hotel#vox#alastor#might delete and rewrite later#it's a mess but i just wanna throw it out first#also inspired by like that really good post about alastors and voxs portrayal of power
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Ummmm it doesnt matter that character ages were removed from the Sonic character profiles they do still have their old canon ages and if you think that actualllyyyyy they never acted or sounded like those ages then youre a creep looking for excuses to put them in adult situations :/ Like thats child endangerment that you're depicting there??? Why do you wanna see that blorbo of yours beaten and bloodied and traumatized??? You ACTUALLY wanna beat up kids? You freak??
And why are you drawing him driving a fucking car he should not be driving a car he's a child! And STOP drawing Shadow with guns!!! Children shouldn't have those!
And while you're at it, stop drawing art of Amy working at a bakery! Like wow what a freak you actually want to break child labor laws in real life???
I know plenty of 12 year olds that own apartments and cars of their own, so I can confirm that these characters were always ALWAYS meant to be their previously listed canon ages! If you say otherwise youre a freak!
(This is Not a serious post, for the love of god)
#Personal#Am I going thru it tonight? Yes I am! Did something become the final drop that spilled the water? YES IT DIIID. AND THE FIRST THING WASNT E#EVEN RELATED TO THIS MESS#Im fucking tired im TIRED#I dont like nsfw! Guess what I do? I dont fucking look at it#I dont go digging up some VERY SERIOUS ACCUSATIONS to throw at people instead!#Fucking separate fiction from reality do you people realize that#1- You have watered down a very dangerous word that no longer means anything#Am I seeing a serious accusation of someone or am I seeing someone thats basically going 'i dont like what they draw/write' and trying to t#turn it into a moral issue? I dont know!#And guess who that fucking benefits because it sure isnt the kids?#2- Yall are one degree of separation from evangelical purists and that one degree is the name#Because guess who else goes 'THIS IS BAD FOR THE CHILDREN' and 'THESE QUEER TERMS ARE BAD' (and not im not talking about top and bottom)#Im going fucking insane I feel like in a few years this post wont even be that much of a parody#I feel like we will indeed get a repeat of 'Stop drawing these characters doing flips off buildings or running in front of trucks! The chi#The children will be inspired to do the same!' times#And people Still wont see the parallels between themselves and very very dangerous hateful people#(And no the dangerous person isn't the one drawing your NOTP or the thing that squicks you out. Perfectly tagged for you to avoid it. But y#you wont. Because you'd rather go out of your way to upset yourself then blame that person for your upset feelings#and then harass them and act like you did the world a favor (youve done nothing youve just harassed a random person))#Can we please PLEASE go back to avoiding the type of art or writing we dont wanna see#And doing so quietly instead of forever ruining someone's life#And forever ruining words that actually used to mean something and that were actually useful in pointing out dangerous people
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I-T G-I-R-L!
Synopsis. Making big, powerful boys break beg and follow your every whim? Easy!
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, NĂEDY boys, making them whine, bondagĂ©, creampĂes, GOJOâS POWERS, chokĂng Geto, use of âgood boyâ, cĂșmplay, spĂtting, making them CRY, MAJOR overstĂm, bĂ©gging (THEM), pĂșssy-slappĂng, oraI (fem receiving), face-rĂding, matĂng presses, dry hĂșmping, overspill, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.9k (whew)
A/N. Woke up nâ decided I wanna bully them so here we are. Have a lovely day <3
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - MR. AND MRS.
âP-please.â
âWhat was that?â
âFuck you-â
It was low - begging - and for the first time, you have that syrupy sweet privilege of hearing Tojiâs husky baritone break with such a whiny crack at the end.Â
Smugly, you swipe an index right across where your puffy pussy was straddling his poor, overworked cock. Collecting the saturated mess along his furious length - still so swollen with the sheer volume heâd been gushing out tonight. All the way up, up, up to that messy puddle of seed glistening all over his flinching abs. âThenâŠI guess mânot letting you cum inside, Toji. Again.â
âNo! No no no- oh.â Tojiâs burst of pained moans are cut off when you shove your fingers between his bruised lips. Dewy, green eyes rolling to the back of his head with each suck and slurp at their milky white sheen. âFuck- you little-â And despite how furious he sounds, you could feel the very tip of his fat head thicken, twitching a jagged pattern along your cervix. With a low growl, Toji narrows his gaze, biting down on your now-clean digits with his sharp canines, âI said- please, my girl.â
Just that simple plea has your boyfriendâs jaw clenching, teeth gritted so viciously at the way youâve been oh-so-coyly denying him the one thing heâs wanted for what feels like hours now.Â
âLouder.â your lips curl into a devilish grin, back arching in that perfect bow Toji loved so much. Only deepening the lingering rolls of your hips down his needy tip. âDidnât hear ya.â
âF-fuck.â Tojiâs throwing his head back, thick fingers coming down to splay out across your bent thighs. âCan you- please-â You could feel every minute flex of his muscled thighs when he efforts to buck your sloppy hips deeper - faster - down his fat cock. Only to be halted by ten mean fingernails of yours pinning him down by his curving pecs, â-please. Wanâ cum inside- let me cum inside goddammit, woman.â
Of course, you decide to tease him by slowing down your pace even more. Letting your sloppy pussy just stroll down every greedy inch of his dick. Trying to hold back your content giggle, âI dunnoâŠâ
And Toji thinks he could yell out in frustration, he thinks he could sob, âFuck- I said please. Pretty please? What more do you fucking want?â
He sounded so devastated. And you swear you could spy wet, bulbous tears at the corners of his long lashes, the familiar scar along his lips wobbling with such precious need.Â
âHmmââ youâre letting out such a sultry drag of your voice, taking so much of your sweet sweet time that Toji thinks heâs about to lose his mind. About to just flip your bratty self over and shove his thoroughly teased cock into you until you forget about that looming threat of not letting him paint your insides white. Fuck, the things he does for you-
âCall me your wife.â
Shit - Tojiâs darkened eyes widen at your little request, jaw hanging open in disbelief and-
âThatâs it?â he laughs - laughs. Rumbling out of his broad chest in a hoarse rasp, and those two strong arms of his tug down your limp body to kiss teasingly at your jutted-out lips. Slipping his hot tongue between the seams, âSâall because my hah- baby wanted to be my- my pretty lilâ wife. Well-â Any and every retort is fucked out of your mind when Tojiâs spearheading into your mushy g-spot with a harsh rut of his hips. â-what my wife wants, my wife gets.â
The bed is creaking with every riotous slam, smearing the velvety pool of cum even farther between your bodies. Sticking to you like a sloppy second skin, strings of lewd juices form and snap when his massive cock stretches your gummy walls until they gape.Â
âShit- shit shit shit, if I knew that was all you wanted-â youâre feeling the languid drag of Tojiâs happy trail scratch your throbbing clit. âPlease- I wouldâve been fucking my wife for s-so long now. Silly girl, sâall Iâve ever wanted- wouldâve begged, gotten on my knees-â
âHngh! Fuck-â youâre squealing when you feel him drip with even more saturated precum to coat your snug channel. One calloused palm of his coming between the two of your slick bodies to smear across the mess from his sweet highs, deftly angling them so that the rounded tips of his fingers are stuffing your leaky pussy with sloppy globs of his seed every time youâre slamming down.Â
âNow nowââ Itâs all you can do to gulp in heaving breaths to make your tone sound warning, but even that sounds too breathless - and both of you know it. Babbling away, â-donât get so cocky- might just- hah, change my mind, husband.â
And fuck. Oh fuck.Â
Your poor cunt just throbs when in a split-second, Tojiâs mouth slacks even further, wrenching out a guttural groan.Â
And then your gushing walls are milking out every ribbon of velvety cum that splurges into your tight pussy. Itâs so much - too much, painting your insides all white with his seed. Tojiâs gasping at the feeling of it sloshing around your elastic walls in slow, clingy swivels coating the both of you.Â
His breath hitches when he spies down at the obscenely white mess below, globs of his cum slobbering messily down your inner thigh. Fuck, heâs never - never - came before you. This was-
âThis better be a proposal, yâknow.â you hum in amusement. âOr it would be interesting that you came early just becaus-â
âThe fuck else would it be?â Tojiâs gruffing out, two warm hands gliding to grip onto the globes of your ass. Still irritated. Still embarrassed.Â
Ignoring your titter, he rams your teasing hips down with a sharp smack! like he was branding all five fingers onto your skin. Plugging your ravaged entrance shut with his weepy dick to stop even more of that thick, gushing cum from trickling out. You mewl when you feel his swelteringly wet tip quirk at the very bottom of your spongy cervix in interest, âNow be quiet and let me fuck you properly as my wife.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Hands-on interventionâŠ
âYou really are trying to get us fired, huh, my love?â heâs murmuring gently, âWhat do you think youâre doing this late, hm?â
Now, Nanami knew he shouldnât have taken on those extra documents, he knew he shouldâve been back home by now. Wrapped up in you and your cute gossip about what happened in your department today.
But here he was, sitting at his empty office. With you - stubborn as you are - straddling him like such a slut on top of his heavily manspread, muscular thighs, his favorite late-night snack. His coworker. His wife.Â
âI should hah- ask you the same thing, Ken.â youâre grinning, the sinfully tight satin of your skirt hiking up with each slow, teasing roll of your drooly cunt against his clothed erection. Itâs so messy. Your syrupy saturated slick mixing in with Nanamiâs steadily beading precum. âDidnât we both agree to no more late nights?â
Heâs heaving out a shaky sigh, running a warm hand up and down your arched spine, âI know, I know. I apologize.â
That frantically achy little pulse of your slick-glossed cunt on top of him told him that he wasnât forgiven just yet. And Nanami gulps - loosening that yellow, speckled tie of his with the tight bobbing of his Adamâs apple. Rich tone shaky - shuddering, even, âHow- how do you want me to make it up to you, darling?â
Youâre batting your lashes at his expansive mahogany desk. âWellâŠâ
Of course he shouldâve seen where this was going - with your high-heel-clad feet swiveling high in the air, digging into his broad shoulders. Stitches in your poor skirt popping and tearing with each bullying thrust your husbandâs planting on your ravaged in this tight mating press.Â
âK-Kenââ youâre letting out such a sickly sweet moan when his fat, weepy tip collides with the very bullseye of your sensitive g-spot. Your fingers work deftly to reach into your skirt pocket - pulling out that familiar tiny hot-pink bullet vibrator.
âWalkinâ around with that during work?â Nanami gasps, barely tearing his eyes away from that heavenly sight of your swollen pussy entrance wrapped around his girthy shaft. âSuch a dirty girl you-âÂ
âOh sânot for me.âÂ
And fuck, Nanami can only watch - can only gape his clenched jaw open when your devious fingers dip the feverishly shaky vibrator down, down, down to kiss so delicately at his thick hilt.Â
âOh!â His towering body wracks with a shiver, full, heavy balls clenching so tightly. Hammering his rawly aching cock so thoroughly into you, hips pistoning forwards with the carnal need for more more more- âWait- Fuck! M-my love?â
âYesâ?â youâre humming, low and sultry and oh Nanami already knows heâs gone. He can only pray he leaves with his sanity intact.Â
Splaying out two large hands on the sides of your head, the documents on top rustle in sync with those saturatedly hypnotic squelches echoing from your ravishing cunt. âIs this- sâthis oh, fuck- please.â Nanami screws his eyes shut when youâre holding down the device even harder onto his glistening shaft. âSâthis- is it- because I broke our hah- promise?â
âMaybe.â youâre breathing out into his panting mouth. So enveloped by his weighty figure that it was almost difficult to work your little magic. âMaybe I just got tired of waitinâ around for you to finish overtime, Ken.â
âPlease!â
Over and over. That tiny spark is enough to have him barrelling back into your dripping wetness with reckless abandon.Â
Heâs so utterly ruined - glasses sliding down his high nose-bridge, thighs quivering with sensitive need. And you could just feel every fresh wave of heated precum painting your cunt in a glossy new coat. âFuck- tell me please. Please, darling, mâbegging.â
âPromise me no more overtime.â Youâre grinning, fingers still steady tracing his most sensitive spots.Â
âP-promiseâŠâ
âNâ to always hurry home to me?â
âI promise! I promise- promise to always come home- to you- always. Please-â heâs startling you with a soft pad of his thumb rolling over your neglected clit. Such a low, broken keen leaving him at when you start drawing harsh, methodical circles on the sensitive spots along his length. âN-no more overtime. Please please please- feels too good- what do I do- what-â
Ah, success looked so pretty.
Nanamiâs eyes were already so watery, stern lips trembling with little apologies about ânever workinâ overtime again.â So uncharacteristically disheveled in a way that makes your mouth water.
âShit-â you hiss when that pointed nub of the vibrator accidentally hits your widely stretched-out pussy. The velvety cling of your walls making him hiss furiously. Disrupting, fat tip nudging all those crevices along your snug channel. âHah- donât think Iâd let you off so-â
Before you can react, heâs hiking a long leg up on the desk to angle his crashes with scary accuracy. Just colliding against your bulbous g-spot with no hesitation. Pushing, with the very edge of his weepy tip - far, so far that you could scream.
Over and over and over- So elastically stretching out your snug hole to your limits to take him in all his long, throbbing entirety.Â
âFuck- fuck fuck I know, I know.â Heâs alternating between long, rough strokes to shove you further and further up the cool desk, and shallow lingering grinds to mold your pretty walls to the exact form of his swollen shaft. âIâll do anything- anything, please just- cum.â
It only takes a few more calculated pistons of his hips, and a touchy, teasing smack! onto your weepy cunt before youâre crashing headfirst into your orgasm. Cumming all around his wildly twitching shaft, your velvety walls just mending all around the shape of his pretty cock. Your toes curl, back arching into such a bowing bend. And in the split-second your grip weakens, Nanamiâs seizing that hot pink devil in your hand.
âF-fuck wait-â you squeal at at familiar bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt echoing across the filled-out walls of your cunt. Squeezing inside the tight fit where Nanamiâs fat shaft was nestling, tremoring so deliciously against each and every one of your sweet spots. Stuffing you full. âWhat-â
âDonât forget - youâre working overtime, too, my love.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - No need for air
âF-fuuuck, gorgeous.â Getoâs melodic moan makes your cunt throb, a fresh gush of your sweet sweet juices slobbering down to where he was slapping your puffed-up clit with his fat head. The angry divot of his tip smacking up once, twice onto the too-sensitive nub.Â
âSo fuckinâ wet fâme-â he whispers from behind, gliding a thumb across the glossy sheen trickling down from the corners of your slit. The sight of his glistening fingers makes him bare you with such a crazed, feral grin, feeding you inch by fucking in languid, bullying rams. â-almost makes me forget the hand around my throat.â
At this, your nails are digging in even deeper around the pale, long column of his throat. Leaving neat, red indents that stand out. And you swear you could spy his leering grin grow even wider at that sinful sting.Â
âWhat about it, Sugu?â youâre grinning over your shoulder. Gasping for air at how relentlessly he was trying to squeeze his fat shaft through that tight, glossy ring of muscle.Â
Each drag of his throbbing shaft has your fingers tightening more around his throat. Making Geto feel so woozy and lightheaded with each little grind into the glistening channel past your puffy folds. âHeh, really like fuck- it rough like this, huh?â A low groan drags at the back of his throat when you start pushing your limp hips back in a jerky little cadence to try and meet his. âShit- shit shit shit sâtoo good. Youâre suckinâ me up so tight sâalmost hard to fuck into ya. Almost makes me wanna-â
âCum inside?âÂ
This earns you a punishing smack! on your bulging cunt, cool metallic rings of his burning into your skin. So sopping wet and struggling to expand your gummy walls around his expanding girth. Drawing out a dark chuckle from the depths of his chest, âReal funny, gorgeous. You and I both hah- know sâjusâ your hngh! cockdrunk mind talking.â
âNoooââ youâre tugging him in a desperate, vice-like grip to crash your lips against his. Whining against his lips, âSânot. Really really want you to cum inside, Sugu. Fâme - please? Like a good boy?âÂ
It was a little slip of your tongue - really - and you didnât expect anything more than another teasing slap to your cunt, maybe even a joke at your expense.
But what you didnât expect was for the sloppy cadence of Getoâs hips to falter just a bit. Youâre turning your head just in time to catch that glassy, far-away look in his eyes, jaw slacking open to let out a shocked gasp. You hear a sharp pop! from his toned hips before theyâre surging forwards to barrel your poor cunt with every weighty inch of his girth.Â
Over- and over and over- One large hand of his is catching around yours to squeeze - warningly. Letting out a strangled, âG-gorgeousâŠâ
Oh?Â
Brows quirking, youâre batting your lashes so syrupy slow, âAre you gonna be my good boy, Sugu? Make me a momma?â
Another lewd push and pull, having you bouncing back on Getoâs sharp hipbones with such loud smacks! of skin-on-skin. Ringing into the humid, heady air and wracking his body with almost-painful shivers.Â
âF-fuckââ Heâs struggling to find the words - to even think with his melty mess of a mind. Such a delicate blush burns at Getoâs scowling cheeks when youâre facing him with a surprised grin - one he hides by latching his lips onto the crook of your neck, hiding away the smile threatening at his plump lips. âGod- youâre gonna be the death of me. Donât you fuckin-â
Your firm grip grows even firmer, resolving to him choking in large, breathy exhales. âGood boy.â Craning your arm around deftly to cup his pretty cheek. âYouâre gonna do what I say, right?â
Shit, he was a goner.
It has the same effect, and once again, your big bad boyfriend is reduced back into a whiny mess. Heâs planting two strong legs on the drenched silken sheets to fully fuck his bullying cock all the way into the back of your plushy pussy.Â
Usually sharp tongue so heavy and slurring. Babbling out little pleas into the rhymically jiggling valley of your breasts - âOhhh yes- yes yes yes please let me- wanna- mâyour good boy, right? Let me cum inside, hngh shit! Wanâ you to take it- ah- a-all, make you a momma.âÂ
He lets out wet, feverish pants when you drag him close enough to moan that dangerous little word into his mouth. âPlease? Please let me?â Geto nuzzles his cheek into your soft palm, heady movements so slow. Syrupy - like he was moving through molasses. And itâs like he doesnât even realize what heâs doing when heâs popping one of your fingers into his mouth. Delicate pink lips looking so pretty - depraved - wrapped around your ring finger. âWanna knock you up- hah marry you.â His eyes roll to the back of his head, âPut a ring on this finger- nâ a baby in ya pretty pussy.â
Meeting that increasingly ruthless cadence by fucking back to memorize each thumping ridge, each prominent vein along his girthy shaft. Twitching. Angry. Heâs nodding - nodding so feverishly - tears crinkling glisteningly at the corners of his lids. âPlease- please call me that again. Let me make you a momma, please.â
You donât get to hear the rest of his sentence, because it only takes a few more solid, thorough swallows of his rummaging cock before heâs speechless. So fucking pussydrunk he canât piece together anything but your name followed by a slurred-out string of profanities. Close. Too close.Â
Staring into Getoâs heavy, half-lidded gaze, you whisper such a saccharine sweet, âThen, cum inside fâme like a good boy, Sugu.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - âCrybaby.â
Itâs by the second orgasm that Choso feels a bit jittery, thighs quivering uncontrollably, chest heaving up and down in pained, ragged little gasps.Â
Itâs by the fourth that Choso feels nervous, he trusts you - of course, he does, youâre his sweet girl after all - and yet he canât help that churning heat in his pulse. Heavy balls squeezing weakly with each glide of your soft palm down his red, achingly stimulated length.Â
Itâs only by the fifth that Choso is sobbing, big fat tears trailing down to his glossy lips. Such a rosy red and bitten in worry, hips fucking up in jagged, mindless little grinds. Oh, it takes everything in Choso to not cling on desperately to your feverish hand right now - dwarfed by his sheer girth, so glossy with a thick sheen of precum - yet still dragging up and down relentlessly. Treating him like some toy.Â
âBabyââ your beloved boyfriendâs wet gasp catches in his throat when you swivel a curious thumb underneath his sensitive slit. Letting a fresh gush of his saturated precum glisten down to your wrist. âBaby baby baby- please. P-please, I donât think I can- ngh- give yâanymore.â
âI think you can.â your leveled hum cuts through his frantic pleas. âDonât you think? After all, you were so happy getting off to my panties like this, werenât you? Ruining them?â
Itâs like the very memory of his shameful act has Choso fucking his jerky hips up into your soft touch, arching his muscled back into a beautiful curve on your soaked bedsheets. Oh, how embarrassed he felt - how shameful, being caught in the very act by you, fingers deep in your panty drawer.Â
Despite his very obvious need, heâs shaking his barely-lucid head. Damp, dark tresses sticking to his sweat-glossed forehead, curtaining those glassy eyes. Slurring out, âFuck! Please mâsorry mâsorry I donât think- canât-â
So deceivingly innocently, youâre batting your lashes in a way that has his massive girth jolting ferally in your hand, âBut thatâs all I really want, Cho~?â
â...â
Leaning down, Choso could feel your mean smirk against his hotly flushed skin. Dragging up his salty trail of tears, kissing so gently meanwhile your next words made him think heâd pass out. Sultry, and whispered right against the shell of his ear, âThen we better make this last one count, right?â
âAh!â heâs yelping, large hands scrambling for the sheets - the headboard - you when you seat yourself so prettily on his splayed-out lap. Greedy cunt feeding into every long, solid inch of his achy cock in an easy glide. It felt so good - it hurt so good. Fuck, he thinks heâs gonna- Â â-die.â Choso rasps, jittery hands coming to rest at your waist. âThink mâgonna die- gonna- fuck fuck fuck-â
You didnât even have to think of moving, yet - because all it takes is for Chosoâs gushy tip to be swallowed up by your snug channel - the slightest taste of heaven, the slightest squeeze - before youâre being slammed down onto the plush mattress.
Breath puffing out of your lungs, gasping at the sheer stretch when your dangling legs are being thrown over Chosoâs broad shoulders. Wrapping tight into a vice-like grip when he folds you in half, down, down, down into the meanest mating press you didnât think either of you capable of.
But rationality was the last thing on Chosoâs mind, right now.Â
âBabyââ heâs hissing, fully sheathed inside your dripping cunt to that thick hilt of his. He gulps at the stars bursting behind his lids with each slow, lingering grind. Nuzzling into your touch, âBaby, canât b-believe youâve ahh- brought me to this state. Mâsorry hah- please forgive me.â
And you almost feel bad - that is, until Chosoâs swiping his fat tip against your spongy cervix. Still feeling every single pads of your fingers burning down his raw shaft every time your puffy cunt milks him tight. Heâs jutting in jerky, unmethodical little humps - feeling less human than just sheer need.Â
âW-well-â youâre gasping, when he gives such a ruthless smash into your bruisingly bulging g-spot. Bonelessly, you wrap your arms around his pale neck, tugging him in so close. A full-body shudder wracks through his entire body when you crane your glossy lips up to bite down on his ear lobe, â-how about you cum fâme again to make up for those three limited edition panties you stole.â
His jaw falls even more slack at your little sentence, a shiny trail of drool dripping from the corners of his ravaged lips.Â
âBaby, please.â heâs hissing, moving pistoning even sloppier into you as if on autopilot. A cracking ah! ah! ah! leaves Chosoâs mouth at every bullying crash against your g-spot, every dizzying thrust. âAnything else. Please please-â
Through his blurry vision, the blood roaring in his ears, Choso could make out your soft suckling kiss against his slack lips. âCum fâme, Cho.â
Maybe itâs that honeyed little nickname, maybe the way the curve of your thumb glides away his mess of syrupy saliva. Or maybe it was the way your velvety walls come to form around him so tight - squeezing almost meanly. Once. Twice.Â
Choso doesnât know - nor does he fucking care right now.
âF-fuck I canât believe-â his eyes snap so comically wide open, letting out such a long, drawn-out drawl of your name. Hips stuttering to smack forwards, â-mâcumming- shit, it hurts- it feels so good. Mâcumming mâcumming-â
Choso cums - in ghosting, wispy streams of almost-translucent fluid. Withering out into nothing, until his poor, overworked cock is spurting out just blank heavals. Cumming dry, the only signs of him fucking you through his high being that shaking in his thighs, that frantic twitching of his shaft - flinching to nudge into each dripping sweet spot inside you.Â
And his broken, pleading cries, âFuck- mâbuying you the hah- wh-whole store. Fuck- please, baby just-â Nudging his sobbing cock even deeper to brand at your cervix, â-just one more.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - TASTE
âYou little-â
âWhat?â youâre leering down at the great Ryomen Sukuna. Pink locks splayed out across the decadent silk sheets, pretty face framed so perfectly by your thighs. âCat got your tongue?â
âNot quite.â his long, rosy tongue licks a strip up your exposed skin. All the way up from about midway at your inner thigh to just the edges of your drippingly wet panties. Syrupy sweet, and see-through with all your juices. âYou really think this is gonna make me say sorry for uh-â
You have to stifle a low laugh when Sukuna cuts himself off with a ragged hitch of his breath. Sharp, cursed eyes widening - just a fraction - honing in to let his greedy tongue loll out. It takes him only a split-second to catch that droopy ooze of your slick, beading through your sopping slit and right onto the middle of his tastebuds.Â
âMmm-â heâs licking that lewd little gloss all over his lips without even a shred of abashedness. âWhere- uh where were we, brat?â
Without warning, youâre lacing your fingers through his surprisingly soft strands. Pulling - hard enough to make him groan - until the tip of Sukunaâs nose was just kissing at the lacy mound of your cunt.Â
âI believeâŠâ youâre smirking at the way thatâs all it takes for him to slide the thick seam of his tongue between the thin fabric of your panties. Red - to match his eyes. Not wasting even a second when he lets your honeyed sweet cunt drool all the way down to the back of his throat. âNot gonnna make him say sorryâ your ass. â-you were in the middle of apologizing for forgetting our little dinner date.â
You donât think he hears you - you donât even think he breathes. Because with one, final shuddering breath puffed out onto your quivering pussy, Sukuna is meshing his lips with yours in such a messy kiss. Fast, thirsty. Clashing against your swollen folds, slurping past your flimsy excuse of panties to latch around your throbbing clit. Heâs hollowing out his cheeks to give them harsh, methodical little sucks.Â
âShit- mmpf- fuck I always forget how sweet you are.â heâs rasping, two large hands coming up to spread the globes of your ass. Pushing you up, up, up to slobber all your saturated slick down the lower half of his face - his cheekbones. âCâmon now, ride my nose- hah, use me with this cute cunt like you always do.â
Fuck, was it tempting. And it takes everything in you to tug away his salivating mouth with a loud squelch! And if you didnât know any better, youâd have said that the infamous king of curses let out a whine - a whine - watching those delicate strings of spit and slick snap away when you hoist yourself off his greedy mouth. Â
âWhat the fuck, woman?â
âI told you, Kuna.â you whine out, as scoldingly as you can. Wrangling against those big beefy arms trying to desperately pull you back down, âYou hafta apologize.â
Youâre teetering precariously when Sukunaâs entire chest rumbles with a groan, eyes rolling so sassily. âWhat did you want me to do?â he clicks his tongue. Baring you with such dangerous fangs that glisten with your juices in the dim light. âHad to kill off some scum curses, sânot my fault. Mânot apologizing for- shit-â
Any and every retort is knocked out of his mean mouth at that heavenly sight of you running your trembly fingers between your puffed-up pussy lips. Pushing past your panties to run them up and down where your dripping wet cunt needed you most.Â
âOh?â youâre quirking a brow at how transfixed he was. Following that shuddering gulp when you roll your neglected clit between two fingers. âCat got your tongue now?â
His jaw slacks open when youâre teasing your winking hole, glossed-up and already so pliant with where Sukuna had just dipped the edge of his soft tongue inside. His mouth waters at the memory, âIââ
âOr is it that you just donât hah-â youâre arching your back even more to give him the perfect view. Fingers getting a bit more frenzied, circling around the very edge of that ring of muscle the way you knew he loved to do. â-want this-â Whining out, â-Kunaâ?â
That was it.
âFuck, sit-â Sukunaâs gritting out through clenched teeth. And when youâre only stagnating and hovering tempestuously in front of him, he wraps all four large arms around the small of your waist. â-fucking sit, woman.âÂ
Youâre squealing at the force of his inhuman strength, dragging you down unceremoniously onto his awaiting mouth. With this, heâs spitting on your cunt. Once. Twice. Three whole times to add to the glistening gloss that collected down your folds.Â
âMâsorry, see?â he goads pridefully. Oh, if anyone heard the cruel king of curses apologizing like this, theyâd faint. Giving the fat of your ass a branding smack! Hard enough that he could feel all five bumps of his sweltering fingers on your skin. âFuckinâ little- oh- spoiled little-â But Sukuna canât even finish his sentence - canât even think about it with his mind so saturated. Hot tongue mashing in to swerve and drag across those sweet spots hidden at your plushy walls. âSaid mâsorry, sâthis good enough for you?â
Your pussy such a sopping wet mess that Sukuna canât help but kiss again. And again. And again and again and- âSee mâsorry. Mâso, so sorry- fuck just never take this pretty pussy away from me, little brat.âÂ
And now youâre sure he lets out a whimper - raspy, and a few octaves higher than his usual baritone. So deep now that he was just cinching your pulsing clit across his sharp nose. Murmuring, âStop laughing- can feel ya shaking- before I cancel our dinner reservation for tomorrow. Mârenting out the whole fuckinâ restaurant, so ya better give me my fill.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - Bed chem.
âIt wonât-â If you didnât know any better, youâd say that the great Gojo Satoru was pleading right now. Praying. Voice shot, pretty pink lips wobbly, pale hand raw and red from tugging on those fluffy handcuffs. Heâs pouting, âWonât work.â
He was so picture-perfect, restrained tight to the headboard with those customized handcuffs youâd ordered. Blinking his weepy, blue eyes droopily, slurring words that were all bark and no bite.Â
Youâre rolling your eyes, giving his spit-glossed lips a lingering little peck, âDidnât think you were such a pussy, Toru?â
âF-fuck who are you calling a-â It makes your cunt absolutely drip with a fresh wave of honeyed juices when you give his sensitively overworked shaft another thorough glide of your drooling walls. Meshing your pussy lips with the very hilt of his angry, red cock. âPlease- fuck when youâre riding me like that, sweetheart.â heâs yanking frantically on those restraints as if to hold onto your feverishly gliding body. âThink- hngh! Think I really will explode-â
âOh?â youâre cutting through his babbles, eyes flitting over his powerful arms, those glassy eyes that just seemed to glow in the dim bedroom lighting. âI knew I wasnât seeing things, so you do think that- ah- your powers are linked to you-â
Your thoughts are spiraling into a gooey mess when Gojoâs uncontrollably strengthened thighs leverage themselves on the silken mattress to just rut up into your squelching pussy.Â
âJusâ wanna see, Toru.â youâre huffing, reaching a hand behind your ruthless hips to palm at his painfully squeezing balls. Rolling the soft pad of your thumb over the curve of their straining texture - just the way he liked it, âWanâ you to cum fâme. Just wanna see.â
âUsing all your dirty tricks-â heâs spitting, mouth sagging open to let you plant a few somewhat apologetic kisses down Gojoâs face. âI canât-â Another harsh buck of his hips, and with such a loudly pornographic mewl heâs bullying his overwhelmed cock up, up, up to swerve into your neverendingly sloppy staccato - right into your sweet spots. âFine- fucking fine- hah- use me. Use me for whatever- just, please. Fuck I just wanna cum- pleaseââ
Youâre very quickly realizing that those handcuffs can do nothing to restrain Gojo Satoru. In fact, the only reason theyâre still on him unscathed was purely out of indulging in your cute little play.Â
Gifting you with such a sexily cocksure grin he tries to mask away his furious flush, his trembling voice with, âN-no, mânot a- hngh! Mânot some grade 4 sorcerer. Iâm the fuuuck- strongest, why would my powers go out of control when I cum- fuck-
Gojoâs blabbering mouth is cut off with each gripping slide down his achy cock. Molding your plushy walls to each of his eager twitches, so fucking massive that you had to balance your hands on your boyfriendâs broad deltoids to even have him reach each hidden deep spot inside you.Â
It makes him throw his head back, it makes him cry out, it makes him whine.Â
And it only takes a few more churning strokes of Gojoâs hips, a few more critical mashes into the spongy bullseye of your g-spot before youâre cumming. So hard that you donât even realize it at first.Â
Gojo does, though - of course, he does - fighting back against the velvety cling of your cunt to fuck you into the desk so deeply. So purposefully that he can almost feel every indented bruise of his fat tip hitting against your slick cervix, your bouncy g-spot. Wave after wave having you milking the fucking soul out of him and-
âFuck mâgonna-â heâs whining, hips stuttering upwards like theyâre pained to pull back from your heavenly pussy. If even just to thrust his greedy length all the way back in. Gojoâs breaths come out in ragged pants, chest heaving up and down. Somehow, the hairs on your body raise, and you can feel that familiar tension of pressurized atoms. âCanât hah- last much longer. Fuck- please. Mâclose- gonna cum gonna-â
That sobbing little divot at the end of his angry, thick head just bursts with thick, long ribbons upon ribbons of sloshing white cum. Gliding across every inch of your tight pussy, coating all your insides in a creamy color that was so Gojo.Â
Itâs so much - dripping down the corners of your bulging slit in oozing little dredges, making such a mess of your rapidly overfilling cunt. Almost too much - it felt like you could explode.Â
Youâre almost missing that familiar little flash of blue lightning at the corner of Gojoâs pussydrunk eyes. Glowing and almost falling shut with just how fucking good it felt to have your milky cunt sloshing full of his seed. The thought- the thought makes him-
Youâre gasping when the lamp by your sloppy bed starts flickering so dangerously, once. Twice. Before bursting into tiny shards that flick at the both of you - only to be stopped, falling to the surrounding blankets just a few centimeters short like they were hit by an invisible wall.
âT-Toruââ the sound of your voice makes something in Gojoâs heating body raise its dark, feral head. And he only wrenches out of those pathetic handcuffs to wrap two big, strong arms around your waist. Face burying into your skin, fucking up into you over and over and-
CREAK!Â
The bed groans at his rough cadence, so loud even over the dragging wooden noises of some of the furniture nearby inching forward like they were briefly tugged by some magnetizing force - Gojo.Â
Bingo.
And itâs like something snaps because youâre jolted with a sharp spark of electricity. White-hot pleasure blissing down your entire limp body, and suddenly your high feels like itâs being repeated over and over and-
âHey- hey, sweetheart?â Gojoâs voice sounds so far away. Lazily, your heavy lids blink back your vision - when did it even become hazy? â...yâknow how every science experiment has about five trials?â
â...â
A/N. I donât want to write a longer version of Gojoâs but the demons in me want to write a longer version of GojoâsâŠ
Plagiarism not authorized.
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Hi! I like your Deadpool as your boyfriend post, can you please do Logan as your boyfriend next? đ
logan howlett (wolvie)
âŠas your boyfriend!
description: wolverine, logan howlett as your boyfriend!
pairing: wolvie x you!
|an: my man my man he love me!
- heâs so big and so tall and scruffy and so mmm. thatâs your man! and u want everyone to know it
- like i keep mentioning, he is manhandling tf out of you no matter ur size, all the time!
- he thinks itâs soo cute that he can pick you up in his arms with ease and he loves to hear squeal out a âlogaaan!â as he throws you on to the bed
- heâs so standoffish and kinda shy when youâre first around each other bc heâs sooo into you and he thinks youâre so cute
- but once he founds out you dig him too ooo girl
- he grows such a big soft spot for you, youâre the only person that ever sees him vulnerable. and heâs such a silly goose.
- he becomes so much more himself, heâs messing with you all the time throwing teasing insults with a smirk on his face just to watch you get all riled up from him.
- heâs also flirting with you 24/7 girl heâs hot and he knows it. sometimes heâs rather crude but you like it. so itâs okay!
ânice shorts you got there little ladyâ he said with a teasing tone as you walked past him into the kitchen to grab a quick snack.
âgod theyâre not even that short!â youâd said, pulling them down a bit. they were that short. but hey, they did the job.
and by job, you mean drive logan crazy.
- but once you become his omgâŠ
- youâre his. nobody is touching you and heâll make sure of that. and itâs pretty hot.
- if anybody even has body language that even slightly seems like theyâre into you oh girlâŠ.
- theyâre becoming a new scratching post!
- not only are you his, but heâs yours. super loyal! and if he canât get someone off his back, you bet your ass you will!
- you always feel so protected and he always makes you feel so protected because you are! he would do anything for you and to make sure his lover is safe and sound.
- heâs so obsessed with you and heâs not afraid to hide it, heâs not overly affectionate but he is in fact a cuddle monster.
- heâll hold your hand, or shove a hand in your back pocket, or lend you his jacket to let people know your his, but he saves the good stuff for back at home.
- youâre also his drinking buddy, he isnât a fan of the tequila like you are, heâll stick to his whiskey. but he always takes care of you after a night out and makes sure youâre snug as a bug!
- he is the biggest dom ever omg itâs so hard to get him to sub out for you but when he finally does itâs the best night of your life.
- all the noises he makes that youâve never heard from him are music to your ears.
- a MUNCH. need i say more? thats why he got that damn beard!
- oh and we know those abs are like a pack of buttered up hawaiian rolls and you wanna go for a ride!
- of course heâll let you! anything for his babygirl, lick em, touch em, fuck em, anything his baby wants. as long as he gets to watch and as long as you feel good.
- he also loves the praise as you ride yourself out on his abs.
- he loves attention and praise, especially when itâs about his figure.
you and logan lie in bed, his figure cradling yours as he slowly felt you slot your head between his craned arm.
âyour muscles are so big babe. give me a lil flex.â you stated, holding on to outside of his forearm with your neck between the underside his forearm and bicep.
âyouâre crazy bub.â he states, chuckling and lightly flexing his arm, not enough to hurt you but enough to satisfy you and make you giggle as his big muscles squished your cheeks together.
- youâre always touching his muscles, theyâre so hot. and hey, he doesnât work out like that for nothing! he loves it when you cling to his biceps, or run your fingers down his chiseled back.
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àŒ vi finally has you.
cw â wlw, oral sex (f! receiving), strap usage, strap is referred to as âcockâ, overstimulation. men and minors dni.
after so many visits to a particular bar to see a particular person, she finally has you exactly where she wanted you. finally.
with stolen glances, sly and slick smiles, flirtations exchanged had you laying on her bed, legs thrown over her shoulders as she ate you out like you were her first meal out of prison. like she could survive off of your sweetness alone.
you all but writhed under her touch, your sniffles and whines filling the room while vi messily ate your pussy accompanied it. a long and sensual lick from your slit to your clit has you arching your back from her, your attempts of backing away from her touch falling short as two strong and calloused hands held firmly around your waist. âdonât run. taste so fuckinâ good right now. been waiting fâthisâŠâ the vibrations of her voice made you tremble, having no choice but to sigh and buck up her hips to your touch, desperate to feel more of her tongue-fucking you.
as if she heard your silent plea, her nose rutted up to your clit, tongue delving deeper into your hole to find more of the delicious results of your arousal, begging for the taste like a starved man. âooou fuucckk vi..â you whined, throwing your head back as tears blurred your vision. she took that as a chance to take one of the hands that were holding down on your waist to take your swollen clit, her thumb prodding and rubbing experienced circles on it thatâs guaranteed to give her those sweet mewls that make her throb. with the same hand that was working on your clit, she teasingly slides a finger from your slit and sinks one in your pussy. so tight, so warmâit could get her drunker than any amount of alcohol.
she knew she had you when you arched as her long finger easily finds and presses firmly against a squishy spot, taking it as a sign to add another finger. âpussyâs sucking me up so good, gonna be as good for my dick, yeah?â she smirked as she pressed and moved even deeper, causing you to cry out her name like a devotion to her, to a woman you only just met a few days ago at a stupid bar you worked. âmmhâ yes, yes, vi! gonna be just as good fâyou..â you babbled out. you didnât even know what you was saying for real. as long as she kept on finger-fucking you through it.
âyeahhh, i know you will.â she dipped and gave your clit a nice kiss, like an reward to you for clenching around her fingers, feeling you getting closer and closer. âcan feel you baby, squeezinâ me so tight. you wanna cum? câmon..â she egged you on. but all you can do is nod pathetically as the knot in your stomach became unbearably tight, searching for release at the precipice when her thick and long fingers abused your insides, your juices messily coating her fingers, mouth and even the sheets.
âi got you, baby. câmon, let go for me. iâm right here.â she mumbled against your sex, eagerly lapping and slurping up your juices. your chest heaves and you swear your vision got even blurrier, âd-donât stop! fuuckk please donât stop,â your thighs practically squished her head as she brought you there. she didnât mind it through. why would she? she would die if it meant a pretty girls thighs crushed her head open as she came on her tongue.
âcumming, âm cumming vi, fuckâ!!â you braced her as you threw your head back, beads of tears falling from your eyes as you came impossibly hard. gripping the sheets tightly as spots of white clouded your vision. strings of clear and cloudy ropes glazed her fingers and mouth, having her chuckling against your clit as she eagerly lapped and took it all, having you turned into a pathetic, melted mess.
after she was done, she kissed you up to your stomach, your neck, journeying all way up until she found your lips. when she finally made it back to your mouth, her lips and chin were glistening in your essence, so much so it made you a little flustered and self-conscious, but that all quickly disappeared as her lips captured yours. when you moaned into her mouth, her tongue slickly slipped inside your mouth, making her taste you on her tongue. she pulled back slightly, speaking against your lips, âyâtaste that? taste so fuckinâ good, huh?â you could only nod weakly as a response, not letting you reply verbally as she kissed you again, making sure you tasted all of you.
you feel her fat cock slide against your slippery and wet slit teasingly, earning her a weak mewl against her lips. âyeah? you want it?â you feel her shit-eating grin against your lips, having you sniffle under her. âa-ahuh, want it so bad vi, please..â she kissed just right besides your lips before she angled her hips in a way that her tip would tease your entrance but not going quite there yet. she wants to feel you squirm first. she quickly got what she wanted, of course. âpleaseâplease, vi..â you pitifully bucked up your hips, desperate for any type of friction. your begging brought a chuckle out of her, standing up fully as she grabbed your thighs, folding you like itâs the easiest thing in the world.
âalright, alright, iâll give ya what you want. you donât gotta beg no more, i got you.â she spreads your thighs further, wanting to see her slide into your pussy and watch her cock slowly disappear in it. âlook at that..â she murmured under her breath, the sight giving more heat to her core. you bit your lip down, tilting your head back slightly as you failed to keep your voice leveled as she filled you up so good, inch by inch. âoh my gods, vi,â you breathed out, barely even having the time to actually react as she fully sheathed in you, filling you up impossibly good. she groaned as she slowly thrusted into you, getting off at your pussy making sweet squelching sounds that filled up the room. it spurred her on, making her increase her pace so that the noises of wet skin smacking contributed to the nasty sounds that surrounded the room as well.
you squeezed your eyes shut despite looking at you through it all. having vi so deep inside you just felt so, so right. you could get used to this. âmmh, been thinkinâ about this for so long..â you repeated her past saying to her. she rocked into you more, pulling out a little more than wanted before she slammed back into you again, earning a delicious cry from you. âyou wanted this so bad, doll? thought about it a lot?â she tilted her head at you. âs-so bad, vi..â you sniffled. âyeah baby?â she panted out, âhow much? tell me.â you mewled, your back taut at her words. you were too turned on to care about the potential embarrassment of your confession right now. ânngh, âtil it hurtâ fuck!â
vi let out a low growl, her fingers gripping your thighs a little tighter. âyou're gonna kill me," she panted. she took it as a sigh to go harder, deeper, making sure she can do better than your pesky fantasies.
âhaah.. yeahhh, thatâs it, take it just like that baby..â she moaned, her grip on your thighs growing more firm as she increasingly went harder and deeper, grinning when she heard you moan under her. âoh fuuuckk, viâ!! in sâdeep, sâfull..â you cried out. you felt her hand graze your tummy before slowly pushing down on it, making you both feel her cock poke through your stomach, your breath caught in your throat. âyeah? yâfeel that? feel me deep inside you?â you nodded pathetically, your pussy clenching around her at her words. âahuh, so deep, feels soâŠâ she leaned in closer at your words, the action making her angle her hips better so that she can hit the spot that makes form tears in your eyes. âmhmm, feels so what? tell vi allll about it.â she pressed a soft kiss right besides your lips as she continued to drill into you, such a vast contrast knocking all of the words from your mouth. babbles of her name spilled from your lips as if it was the only word on your mind right now. mind full with just vi, vi, vi.
âviâ shit! getting close, âm getting close..â her cock reached impossibly deep, making your legs shake around her. you didnât even know that you could get as deep as this until vi came around. thank the gods for leading her to you. her abdomen clenches, feeling herself slightly quivering from her own pleasure. she could cum just like this, deep inside you and hearing pretty wanton moans fall from your pretty mouth. every ridge finds comfort in the home of your pussy, fitting like a puzzle, like the gods lined you together just for you to take her cock. âyeah? you getting close fâme baby?â she breathes out, punting her cock deeper and harder, determined to bring you to that edge again, splitting you open with every jarring snap of her hips.
âcum, pl-leease vi, need tâcum so badly, baby pleaseââ she looked down at you, and fuck werenât you ruined. tears lumping up your pretty eyelashes, drool from your pretty mouth, cheeks stained by your tears. you were so beautiful. âcâmon, give it tâme, cum alll over my cock, i got you, fuuckkkâŠâ with a few final thrusts, you crying out her name and the both of you cooing out dirty praises, you came harder than last time, spoiling her cock with creamy cum that even gave a pretty white ring around the shaft.
it didnât take long at all for her to cum right after you, trembling slightly as she moaned out your name and fucked you through your orgasm. she started kissing all over your face, each kiss followed by sweet nothings against your skin. she never pulled out fully, only slightly as she raised herself up, grinning and looking down at your fucked out expression. no way she was going to stop now.
âthink you can give me one more?â
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that was mean- nicholas
summary: nicholas was having a bad week and gave you the silent treatment.
warning: argument, crying, happy ending
a/n: i couldn't stop thinking abt this no joke. so ofc i had to write it out
from late at night till he left early this morning for work nicholas has been either quiet rude or both.
we haven't spoken to eachother or not even silents acts of love. nothing.
he cut his alarm clock off and i tried to give him a hug before he got out the bed and he pushed me off of him "not right now" he grumbled and got out of bed
when he left for work i said 'bye' to maybe break the silence shared between us, but i got no response. it was starting to get lonely. i missed my bestfriend that was also my boyfriend
i had nobody to mess with or someone to talk to about my day.
to stop these lingering thoughts i go back to bed to maybe get my mind off of things.
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i wake up around 8 am which was later than the time i usally woke up around, but today was sorta a lazy day.
it was gloomy not much sun was shining, it rained a little here and there. it was more of a slow day for me so the extra rest was very much needed
i text my boyfriend forgetting about the whole silent treatment ordeal.
me: how's your day going so far?? :)
and to no suprise i was left on delivered and soon left on seen. i messaged him periodically throught the day; hoping that maybe he would reply
it was almost time for dinner which normally nicholas cooks cause he's just better at it, but i didn't know when he was coming home or if he would even do it, so i look up some quick easy recipes and nothing struck my fancy but the pizza recipe. cause how hard could it really be?
i put a packet of yeast into my bowl along with some flour, water, oil, and salt. i let that sit for 30 minutes then im back to cooking again.
spreading flour onto the counter and placing the dough onto it; kneading it into a circle shape. this was harder than i thought
i look around for the marinara sauce and i put it into a different bowl and add a few light seasonings.
i paste that onto the dough, then i sprinkle some alot of cheese onto the pizza and my additional toppings bell peppers, spinach, and mushrooms.
i was so proud of myself especially sense i wasnt the cook, out of me and nicholas. i was really excited for him to try what i made but again i highly doubt he would even eat the food.
i put the pizza away into the oven completely forgetting to set a timer and put on a movie while i wait.
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a smell of burning was the first thing that woke me up. "shit shit shit" i repeat totally freaking out remembering i left the pizza in the oven.
i get a rag and ineffectivley wave smoke out the air. when i open the oven it smelled horrible. i was coughing from all the smoke that had entered my lungs.
i take the burning pizza out and throw it into the sink, and hose it down with the water.
thats when i hear the front door open and mentally face palm. "what's that smell?" he asks "i kinda burnt a pizza that i tried to make"
"of course you did" he mutters sounding unimpressed. "and the fuck you mean 'kinda' you obviously did burn a damn pizza" he gestures to the chunk of charcoal burnt pizza
"it's not like i did it on purposes or something if thats what you think" my tone sounding a bit confronting.
"It's smells fucking horrible so open a damn window first off" he took a step closer raising his voice.
"you don't pay for shit so i don't understand why you almost had this place in flames secondly. then you also wanna blow up my phone while im working for crying out loud what do you want from me!" he yelled directly in my face
and im sure he knows by now i hate being yelled at. it's something my parents did and overall doesn't solve anything
i just take it, i didn't wanna fight so i go over to the nearest window and crack it open so the smoke clears.
my eyes watered from all the harsh words he could dish out but not the equal amount of attention "well.. you are- when i was.. ugh s'not my fault" i couldn't get a full sentence out. i felt so belittled in this moment
"im going to bed i don't have time for your stupid ass shit" those words hurt more than he thinks.
he had the most patience for me, always making time for us and now he doesnt.
"that's so mean.. you're being so mean" i wipe some tears that had fallen. i turned away from him silently crying.
the peices of my hair stuck to my tear-soaked cheeks. "wait- I'm sorry please don't cry" nicholas' voice was filled with regret.
i lazily push him away from me but he doesn't budge. his arms wrap around me bringing me into his familiar embrace. "I'm so sorry for being an asshole. I've been having a long shitty week and i know thats not an excuse so you don't even have to forgive me."
"you're everything to me. i swear i didn't mean it." he adds
the unforgettable cruel words he'd said to me earlier shoved ontop of his sweet loving words made me cry more.
i let him hold my trembling body as sobs tore through my chest, each inhale was ragged and uneven.
my hands clutched the material of his shirt "im so sorry sweetheart i never wanna make you cry" he explains in such a low voice, giving my hair strokes in attempt to calm me.
my face still burried into his neck tears now starting to dry away, and my breathing starting to even out. he carried me over to the couch and placed me in his lap
i was drained from all the crying, the tense feeling in my body beginning to melt away when i really started to feel nicholas' touch. my eyes drooped again this time staying shut for longer.
i was too tired to resist the sleep that had tooken over. and being cradled in his arms didn't help.
"I'll order pizza for the both of us alright?" he took me off of his lap and placed me on our couch. then lays one of our throw blankets ontop of me. "can we talk in the mornin'?" is the last thing i remember asking before dozing off.
a/n: can yall tell idk how to make pizza
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Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt. 5
[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.6] [Pt.7] [Pt.8] [Pt.9] [Pt.10]
âSo youâre that dead kid everyoneâs talking about.â
Danny smacked a trash bag into the purple clad vigilante. âYou can pick up the glass.â
âWait, Iâm just here to-â
âBother me when Iâm working? At least the litterer brings me cash. You can help clean or you can leave. Plastics go over there.â
Danny pointed at a pile of plastics, ignoring Spoilerâs bemused look. Hard to tell, really, considering her mask.
âIâll help clean if you answer some questions!â Spoiler chirped, already moving to pick out the glass in the general trash pile Dannyâs managed to gather. He nodded.
âAlright. At least youâre helping. The other one just bothers me and leaves his stuff on the beach.â
Spoiler snorted. âIâm Spoiler. Is the litterer Batman?â
âSure. I donât really care what his name is,â which was a complete lie, Danny was a fan. Itâs just that messing with Batman (especially after he couldnât clean up after himself, honestly!) overrode his fan behavior. âBut if I catch him leaving shit in the waters againâŠâ
Danny frowned, eyes glowing. He could feel- even with his partial tangibility, the muck of Gotham's waters seeping into his boots. It was not giving 'Live, Laugh, Love' to Danny, and he needed it gone.
âWhatever. They dropped a lot of guns down here. You can deal with those too, yeah?â
âI'm pretty sure that's evidence?!â
âIf you could call it that.â Danny plucked away the Styrofoam and the hazardous (more than regular, anyways) materials away from the trash pile so Spoiler could dig through with her gloves without contracting sixteen different sorts of illnesses.
âSo, what brings you to Gotham?â
Danny pointed at the water. âCame for school. Stayed because you losers polluted the water with dead bodies and gross chemicals.â
âYou go to school?â
âHey, thatâs discriminatory.â
âOops! No, sorry! I meant-â
Danny waved her off, irritably separating a bottle cap from the crushed bottle. Seriously, whatâs the point of putting the cap back on if you were going to throw it in the bay anyways?
âItâs fine. How else am I supposed to learn about the advancements made in the scientific industry otherwise?â
Even if Danny wasnât too sure that science could sure stupidity, but a halfa could dream, right?
"So... do you just... listen in on lectures?"
Danny stared at her. "What else would I do in a class??"
"Oh. I just thought since you're dead and all, you'd do something more... fun?"
"I mean, I could terrorize the local villains for kicks, if that's what you meant."
Spoiler brightened. "Actually, yeah! That would be helpful! If Mr. Freeze keeps bringing the cold during my latte Thursdays, I'm gonna snap and wring his cold little chicken neck."
Danny snorted. "Alright. I will keep an eye out for this Mr. Freeze." Danny paused. "Hey, tell your friend to come down and help us."
"What- oh. Black Bat!" Stephanie waved her partner down. Black Bat gracefully slipped down towards the bay, casually knocking out two goons gunning for Spoiler.
'Careful,' Black Bat signed.
"Thanks!" Spoiler bounced on the heels of her feet. She swept an arm out. "Wanna help?"
Black Bat tilted her head and, after placing Danny under quick but thorough scrutiny, nodded.
'You can get the salvageable stuff. Anything you can't lift, leave to me.' Danny signed clumsily, placing emphasis on can't.
"You know sign language?"
"I'm not too good at it, I just learned this version."
He knew ghost-sign first, after all.
"Chop, chop. I don't have all night."
----
Danny learned that Black Bat had the skill to knock cans into their designated piles if he threw them in the air so she could kick at them.
"You two can come back anytime."
Spoiler whooped while Black Bat leaned back, smug.
"Wait, tell the litterer he owes me $200. He was short last time."
"...Are you telling me Batman owes you money?"
"Yeah. He might be in financial straights, so I gave him some lee-way."
Black Bat and Spoiler looked at each other.
----
"Hey, so guess what I learned about sea boy!"
Bruce's head swiveled to her with startling intensity. The rest of the clan tuned in.
"He knows sign language! Maybe he even knows ancient sign language! And goes to school, but since he's like, dead, he could only listen to the lectures."
"Bruce, Bruce, do not start a ghost-education plan. Stop. We don't even know if he even-" Dick tackled Bruce, who was already writing a petition as Bruce Wayne to give partial credit to students that diligently goes to class.
"Oh, yeah!" Stephanie shouted over the unraveling chaos. "He promised to fuck with our Rogues for a bit so we can get a break! And we also got a bunch of guns!"
"Where? Gimme!" Jason demanded.
"Do not give Todd more firearms!" Damian cut in.
"Also!" Stephanie grinned as Cass shook with laughter. "Batman's a debtor! He owes Phantom $200!"
"Ain't no fucking way." Tim cackled. "Hear that Bruce? That's karma! For not defending me when he called me broke!"
#batman#danny phantom#stephanie brown#cassandra cain#bruce wayne#bruce has already adopted this kid#just not with paperwork#but that's a trivial matter for BatDad#he's also going to adopt both tucker and sam#dcxdp#sea cryptic! danny au
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Super happy, puppy dog yandere boyfriend thatâs happy to have sex with you for the first time
afab reader ; nsfw
You look so beautiful in bed, all dolled up and pretty just for him! And only for him! Heâs so excited that his pants feel way too restrictive, and if he had a tail you bet itâd be wagging a mile a minute.Â
He looks at your soft curves, your bashful, oh-so-cute-eyes, and the rosiness of your adorable cheeks with so much love. Because he loves you. And he really REALLY means it. And wants to show you how he really feels tonight. He was so happy that youâd agreed to go all the way with him.Â
When he undresses and leans over your body, hands squeezing your hips and inner thigh, you feel him trembling with anticipation. You giggle at the sight, and he swears your voice is like an angel from above singing holy scripture into his ears.Â
You unclasp your bra, throwing it to the side of the room. He imagines smothering his face between your tits until you slowly peel your laced panties out from under you, revealing a perfectly pink pussy that has him practically drooling, all sense of self restraint bursting at the seams.
Heâs all over you before you can even say a word, face between your legs, boyish hands keeping a vice like grip on your thighs to keep you open as he laps and laps away until heâs satisfied. Which in the moment, he thinks heâll never be with how good you taste. His drool gets everywhere, coating your already wet cunt with his own juices. He apologizes for the mess and eagerly goes to clean it up with his tongue, sucking on your mound like a dog gobbling over a chew toy.Â
Did he already say your voice sounds like an angel? Because your moans are so immaculate he can just listen to you say his name and ONLY his name all damn day. Just you and him. Together forever and ever and ever and ever â
The thought of spending eternity with you puts him over the edge, and he practically whines for you to let him put his cock inside.Â
âPlease, baby? I promise Iâll make you feel good. I promise! I wanna feel you so bad. I canât take it anymore.â
You find his begging cute, but would be a cruel woman to tell him no when heâs staring at you with such puppy-love, lust ridden eyes. When you say yes, heâs over the moon, already covering your body with sloppy kisses and thank yous, muttering promises of how heâll make you feel oh so full, oh so good, and that heâll take care of you forever.Â
He knows youâre not a virgin but he doesnât care. He would have loved to be your first but that doesnât matter now, the only thing that matters is making you his right this moment and making it to where youâll never want another man ever again, just him.Â
When his cock plunges into you he moans just as loud as you, if not more. You feel his heart pounding like crazy and reach to kiss him, sending him into a frenzy of âI love youâs and âMine, mine, MINEâ. He latches onto your tits like theyâre a lifeline, feeling so high with adrenaline that he almost zones out and ignores your moans. Uh-oh, canât do that! He wants to hear every noise youâll make for him tonight.Â
Heâs fucking you so fast and so good you can barely think straight, and your fucked out expression just sends him over the moon. He squeals at your adorable face and holds you tighter, biting into your neck and laughing when you gasp at his actions. He hasnât bothered counting how many times youâve come. He just knows itâs been more than three.Â
You ask him to take you from behind, doggystyle, and he happily obliges. He fucks you deep, slamming into you as hard as he can, gripping your ass and giving one cheek a nice smack. With a pull of your hair, heâs got you on both knees pressed flush against his body. He gives you another hickey on your neck, but not before another bite.Â
âOh youâre doing so good for me baby. Just like that! Yeah. Go ahead and cum for me.â He encourages.Â
Boy, does he want to come inside you so bad, make you his and mark you, but he knows how you feel about that and opts to come outside instead, all over your perfect ass.Â
When he finishes, he flops into bed next to you and holds you tight, looking at you with concerned but hopeful eyes.Â
âHow was that?? Was it good? You wonât leave me know will you? I know I liked it, but did you? We can go another round if you want. I wanna make youââ
You hush him with a reassuring kiss on the lips.Â
#yandere writing#yandere x reader#yandere imagines#yandere#male yandere#yandere scenarios#yandere x you#Smut#yandere smut#yandere imagine#yandere drabble#yandere headcanons#soft yandere#yandere male
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â» mha boys + how they eat you out
ft. izuku midoriya, tenya iida, hanta sero (pt 1 here)
warnings: 18+ content!! mdni!!!! reader has a vagina but no pronouns used, idk slight dumbification in seroâs, not proofread
notes: idk what got into me i feel like these are so much longer than pt. 1 đ anyway i lovvvvevvevve sero sm ugh thatâs my man
izuku is a closeted perv and literally cannot get enough of you. not only is he a panty stealer but he is in love with the way you smell and especially the way you taste. he likes to catch you off guard while youâre occupied with something and drop to his knees in front of you, nudging between your legs and kissing over your panties while looking up at you with the sweetest smile. heâs straight up moaning into you the second he gets a taste and this boy is SOO eager to please. heâs a messy eater like denki and will literally study how your body reacts to his tongue. he learns allll the things that get you soaked and will use that against you. he just wants to make you cum as many times as possible! heâs pulling your hips closer to his face the more you unconsciously scoot back from all the overstimulation and will massage your thighs to comfort you while STILL going at it! âyou can do one more, canât you baby? just one?â
tenya definitely buys âshe comes firstâ and reads it all the way through before eating you out for the first time and itâs so worth it! after the first time he learns that itâs an incredible stress reliever for him and now he asks for it all the time. and how could you ever say no?? everything this man does to you is romantic. he lays you down on your back so gently and kisses you everywhere he can reach while he undresses you. heâs the type to spread your folds open with his index and middle fingers and he doesnât understand why you get embarrassed when he stares. youâre just so beautiful to him! tenya is super methodical with his tongue and (hot take) could probably give you the quickest orgasm of your life if he wanted to, but he likes taking his time! heâll throw your legs over his broad shoulders and hum against you when your thighs close around his head. he also likes holding hands during it and rubs his thumb over yours subconsciously, his eyes closed while he gently sucks on your clit. you swear he looks the most relaxed when heâs between your thighs. âdoes that feel good, my love?â
hanta is a bigggg fan of 69 and you canât tell me otherwise. he doesnât even wanna cum he just thinks itâs so cute when you lose your rhythm or stop sucking him completely because of how good heâs making you feel! heâs talkative in bed too and will tease you about the way you moan around him while heâs pressing up against your g spot with his long fingers. also lovesss bucking his hips up into your mouth to make you gag when you stop moving. heâll tease you constantly to get you worked up but you know heâll always make it up to you. this man is a real freak and i love him for it!! heâs like a perfect combo of katsuki, denki, and izuku - hanta will start out crazy slow to tease you but always ends up making you cum at least three times with his tongue alone and has to keep going if he feels like you havenât made a big enough mess yet. sheet changes are frequent when you let him get between your legs. he really just wants you all dumb and pliable before he even fucks you, which isnât hard when heâs as good as he is! âi know baby, i know, promise âm gonna fuck you after this one..â
#mha x reader#mha#mha smut#bnha smut#bnha x reader#hanta sero mha#mha hanta sero#hanta sero x reader#izuku midoriya#izuku midoriya x reader#mha deku#deku x reader#tenya iida#mha tenya#tenya iida x reader#hanta sero smut#izuku midoriya smut#tenya iida smut#mha x you#bnha x you#fem reader
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let me make it up to you. // j.m
warnings: 18+ MDNI!! smut! make up sex, fingering, f receiving, smoking, kissing, pet names, female reader, JJ and reader are aged up (bf, gf relationship)
summary: JJ and reader are in a disagreement, and JJ overreacts thinking he's going to lose her over it.
pairings: boyfriend!jj x girlfriend!reader
JJ had just gotten into an argument with you. your first real argument, well as he thought was a real argument. he was flipping out. so, the only logical thing in his mind to do was talk to pope and JB. They were all in the twinkie. John b is in the front, JJ and Pope in the back. He was a mess; his mind was a mess. Everything he did following that argument you two had, was all wrong.
He couldn't even roll his weed correctly, and that was something he never failed at. He sighed and just prepared to smoke the poorly rolled blunt. he grabs a lighter from the pocket of his cargo shorts, puts the blunt in his mouth, and lights the end of it, inhaling some of the smoke.
"Yeah man, she just got pissed off, but I didn't mean anything by it, bro. she should know that"
"jj, maybe she just wants space." john b says, taking the blunt away from jj's fingers
"Yeah, but that's the thing dude, we've never had... space. that doesn't exist to us."
pope chimes in "yeah john b, horrible idea. jj follows her like a lost puppy."
"Not my fault I can treat my girl right, man." jj says, in a matter of a fact tone. he rolls his eyes, and throws his head back, shutting his eyes. then an idea pops into his head. "You know what, I'll catch y'all later."
he uses his fingers to push his hair back into his favorite hat, then he hops onto his motorcycle and drives through the path to your house. about 10 minutes later, he gets to your house and parks his motorcycle in your driveway, he gets off his bike and walks up to your front door. knocking with his secret knock you two share.
You had some shorts, and one of jjs shirts on. you hadn't been super mad about the little disagreement you had with him, you just didn't wanna give him the satisfaction of forgiving him so easily.
you open your front door to see your boyfriend fiddling with his hands and looking anywhere but your eyes, you almost felt bad. jj looked at you with those ocean eyes, "baby im sorry just..let me make it up to you. please?"
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an hour ago, you never would've thought jj would have been eating you out for 30 minutes straight, to show u how sorry he is. he has his middle and ring finger in your slippery wet cunt, while his tongue laps at your sensitive bud, his tongue licks figure 8's over and over on your clit.
after giving you three orgasms from his tongue, he pulls his shorts and boxers down in one swift movement, his girthy cock springing free and slapping his stomach. he enters you slowly, but once he's in, he's thrusting, and mumbling "im sorry baby," and "let me show you how much i love you" over and over again.
after you both finish, he cleans you up with a warm rag, and changes ur shirt and underwear to help u be more comfortable. he turns your fan on and brings u some water, and you two cuddle under your blankets.
"i love you jay"
"i love you more, cupcake"
#outer banks#rafe cameron#the kooks#fluff#imagine#obx fic#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe obx#rafe outer banks#rafe x reader#jj maybank texts#jj maybank prompt#jj mayback x reader#jj maybank smut#jj maybank x you#jj maybank imagine#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank#jj obx#jj mayback imagine#obx smut
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could you please please pleaseeee do a fic where instead of the gojo winning, hes way too needy and the reader wins while fight fucking in missionary like your previous ficâŠ.my ego took a hit with that one đđœ
â€ïž à»đ making gojo eat his words and he becomes a whiney embarrassed mess + first part
warnings. fem! reader, missionary, cowgirl, whiney gojo, overstim, praise, dirty talk, mdni.
âstillâŠwonât shut up, huh. figures,â he grumbles, sliding a hand down your tummy to drag out a whine from you. he was reaching you deepâyour legs dangled and jerked from each thrust heâs presenting you. you put a hand in his face as an attempt to shut him up but he grabs it with quick reflexes, chuckling before playful long nibbling on your finger. âdonât try to shut me up. thatâs rude.â
you let off a moan, his thickness forever buried into you and it nearly took your breath away. you glare before grumbling a, âyou shut up. donât tell me what to do.â
âi just did,â he whispers, his hips thwack and thwack against you to where your ears ring, lips parting slightly and he leans up close to your ear before slowly sucking on your finger. âi can do this alllll day, princess. youâre just gonna tire yourself oââ
he halts, his breath getting abruptly caught in his throat before you feel gojo twitch, and he lets off a whine before you feel him start to pour a few ropes of cum inside of you. you feel warm, and he completely forgets what heâs about to say.
âyou were saying?â you raise your brows, and heâs taken aback once you make your way on top of him, and gojoâs back thrashes against the pillow.
âgot some nerveâŠpinning me down,â he pants, staring at you. you observe his body, droplets of sweat racing down his v-line. gojoâs swollen cock remained deep inside you as you sat upright, playfully creating a few grind movements with your hips. âf-fuck, just âcause âm sensitive doesnât mean you won.â
you lean up close to gojo, kissing near the corner of his glossed lips before grinning â slowly and teasingly spreading his arms apart.
he moans from the simplicity of your touch before you whisper, âyes it does. you just donât wanna admit,â and then you realign yourself, staring down at a panting, out of breath, ruffled hair gojo before simpering. âi know how to make you admit it though.â
âhmpf. how.â he grumbles, contorting his eyebrows before hesitatingly, he brings a hand towards your waist. the smallest pout spreads against his lips before he gawks into your eyes, and oh how flustered he was.
âremember what you told me last time?â you giggle, sneaking a kiss near his chin. âdonât worry about it.â
gojo groans from your soft lips making contact against his skin each time. you drove him crazy, howeverâŠ
the very moment you started to move your hips against him, riding him he completely loses it. more and more breaths get caught in his throat, and he gives your left hip a tight squeeze and his head throws back. âr-riding me after i cum, fuckinâ brat. youâre soââ
you roll your eyes, leaning in to silence your boyfriend with a kiss. gojoâs muffled moans slither its way into your mouth, and heâs stuck in a ecstasy filled trance the sheer second your pussy grips down against him so firmly.
he was still heavily sensitive, such deep rushes getting to him. you ran your tongue against his in a smooth fashion before you feel gojo whine, sucking against your tongue and he doesnât even realize it. he trails a hand from your waist to your ass, greeting it with a mean smack to make you moan into his mouth.
still some sorts of brat in him, he found his own eyes starting to roll back into the very depths. heâs chasing his breath as if it was some sort of race, some sort of competition.
he couldnât get enough of your syrupy sweet taste, gliding his tongue against your upper lip, then your tongue â even the corner of your mouth. whenever gojo was like this, straight after cumming his brains out, by all means was he a messy kisser. momentarily, you pull away and slow your hips down.
âwhy are youâwhy are you stopping?â he stammers, and he genuinely sounds needy. no attitude in sight. your cunt was stuffed with a few ropes of his cum, and you felt the mess it created.
his dick twitched inside you from each time you moved against him. âyou want me to finish? just admit it, baby.â
ââŠgod, i hate you,â he whines, his bottom lip quavering. the sting, the sugared sting of overstim made him swallow his pride for a brief moment before he huffs out a breath. gojo gives you a glare before lowly sighing. ââŠfinish fucking me.â
âsorry?â
âfinish⊠fucking me.â he mumbles, darting his eyes away.
âcanât understand you when you mumble,â you jokingly tease, bringing a hand down to touch yourselfâŠjust a little more teasing. gojoâs eyebrows press in together and seeing him pout out of frustration was the cutest thing. seeing him not get his way.
ironically enough, itâs his turn. after all the teasing heâs put you through.
gojo moans, starting to impatiently bounce his thigh and you intake a sharp breath from feeling him pump his way inside of you just enough for you to feel. âfuck me, f-fuck me. just hurry up. finish riding me,â and then his cerulean blue eyes reach contact towards you â following with a cunning grin. âif you can handle mââ
âyouâre such a brat,â you roll your eyes, instantly making him eat his words once you start to roll your hips against him. gojoâs eyes glaze over before he bites his lip to suppress his pathetic whimpers. âbut a good boy.â
ââŠâŠâ
he grows dead quiet, soundless before he lets off a moan once you inch closer towards his neck. peppering a soft kiss near the inner part. âcan youâŠcan you say that again?â
âsay what?â you hum in a soft voice, gingerly wriggling your hips against him, you study his expressions and his jaw tightens. âbrat?â
âf-fuck, no, baby the other thing.â he pants, and you giggle â slowing catching on. oh. you always forgot how gojo loved whenever you praised him. it made him feel a feeling he doesnât even know how to explain.
you softly reply, âgood boy. thatâs what you wanna hear?â
ây-yeah, yeah,â he swallows, and you continued to grip and clamp down his hefty cock. the weight of his base slams back and forth against you to where he purposely grows silent just to hear the filthy noises your cunt makes. âyouâyou win, i donât care anymore jusâ keep, keep fucking me, please.â
#â
vegasbaby.#gojo smut#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x you#satoru gojo x reader#gojo satoru smut#gojo satoru x you#jjk smut#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujustsu kaisen x reader#female reader#anime smut#gojo x reader smut#gojo x y/n
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â°â€Riding Them || One Piece
featuring: kid, killer, law, smoker and crocodile.
a/n: first time writing for smoker!! so I hope I do good! both smoker and crocodile was suggested by @walmartmihawk
summary: riding these beautiful one piece men because Iâm whore when it comes to anime men. đ©đ© // part 2
warnings: nsfw!! riding,, grinding,, teasing,, kid being kid.
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Eustass Kid
This man loves to dominate you at any given moment so when you suggested you ride him he was like "HELL NO!! I'M NOT LETTING YOU TAKE CHARGE DURING SEX!" But after some whining and moaning he finally gave in, he didn't want to hear your bitching.
You weren't aware with this new position he would feel much bigger, So when Kid saw your face reaction he couldn't help but laugh at you. "Aw? What's wrong you little Brat? To much?" He would mock you, but Kid would give you time to adjust to this new position. And once time has time passed by you would move your hips slightly, making him groan softly.
Youâve just awakened something in Kid, for once he doesnât mind being on his back. But heâll still find a way to take charge of this new sex position. âThatâs right babe. Keep riding my cock.â He would groan out, using his metal arm to wrap around your waist, matching his brutal pace.
This bastard loves to twist your nipples as your riding him, the way your chest bounces makes his dick twitch inside of you. And expect him to slap your ass. Making you cry out in pain. âKID!â You would moan out. To which he grip your waist and lean up. âItâs Captain.â
âThatâs right you Brat, keep riding. You wanted to ride this dick! Now keep ridingâŠâ He loves to dirty talk you whenever you ride him. He still wants to be in charge despite him being on his back. âYou dirty bitch, thatâs rightâŠright there. You make me feel so good.â
Killer
This man was eating spaghetti when you suddenly told him you wanted to ride him. âHey Killer. Do you think tonight I could ride you?â And the poor man was coughing up spaghetti. âYou wanna ride me?â And to which you would nod, giving him an innocent look and of course he could never say no to you.
So when it comes to the bedroom, Killer would be so gentle with you because this is a new position for you and he doesnât want to hurt you. So this would involve a heated makeout session, him preparing you with his fingers.
Killer is so gentle, he can tell your nervous so he traces small circles along your hips. And help you aline yourself to his needy cock. Heâll give you time to adjust. âYouâre doing a good job PrincessâŠso good.â He would moan softly. Throwing his head back. Feeling your walls clench around him.
Loves watching the way your body moves against his, the way your hips snap back and fourth against his. God youâre perfect in his eyes. He loves to praise you whenever youâre riding him. So expect a lot of sweet comments coming form his mouth. âSo goodâŠgood job princess. Keep going I got you.â âYouâre doing a good job, you take me so well.â And he loves to lean in and share a deep kiss with you. Both tongues fighting for dominance. âYou make me feel so good Princess, this pussy is so good.â
One time you told him to leave the mask on. âLeave the mask on.â And of course he would leave the mask on. But heâs a panting and moaning mess under that mask.
One time you guys were so loud to the point where Kid was banging on the door. âWILL YOU GUYS KEEP IT DOWN! NO NEED TO RUB IT THAT YOUR BOTH GETTING LAID!â To which you guys would laugh. âSomeone is jealous.â
Law
This man loves it whenever you ride him, especially after a long day of work. Especially if heâs sitting on his chair. First itâll start off with you walking into his office and locking the door and heâll be too busy with work to notice you so you wiggle your way to his lap and stay there. And heâll grumble under his breath. âGo away. Iâm busy.â
But of course you catch his attention when he feels you grinding against his leg. âNeed to ride your cock againâŠplease.â Of course this would catch his attention. âWork for it then. Iâm very busy.â And to which you would start dry humping his leg, moaning under your breath. âYouâre meanâŠbut I guess your leg will do. I donât need yourâŠâ You couldnât even finish your sentence before Law started attacking your lips against his. Already stripping you from your clothes and pulling down his pants, just enough for his dick to spring out.
The room was filled with muffed moans as he was exploring your mouth with his tongue. Mumbling against your lips. âYou love riding me huh? Such a dirty little princess. You need to learn your lesson from interrupting me from my work.â He hissed against your lips. Biting on your lower lip.
Law gets needy and quite aggressive whenever youâre riding him. This either could include him holding your hips in place and he fucks you as he pleases or him encouraging you to move even more. âThatâs right. Keep moving Princess. Finish what you started.â He would tease, his deadly fingers would find their way to your clit.
Once you guys are done, heâll give you a moment so you can catch your breath before he pushes you against his desk, not caring about his books or paperwork. âWeâre not done yet. I need to put you in your place.â
(inspired one shot)
Smoker
Please ride this man!! He goes crazy whenever you suggest to ride him!! After a long day of hunting pirates he needs to let out some steam and sometimes heâs too tried so yes pleased ride him! His favorite place is of course his officeâŠbesides the bedroom but office sex drives any man mad.
And he can be very demanding, so whenever he needs to let out some steam heâll call for you in his office. âMake sure you lock the door.â He told you, as he watches you walk in. To which you quickly obeyed. âLong day?â You asked softly, and he nodded. âNeed to let out some steam. So please be a dear and strip.â He demanded. To which you quickly listened to his orders.
He was already removing his bottoms before he suggested you to come closer. âCome, take a seat on your favorite chair.â He patted on his lap. You already felt the pool between your legs grow even more. Sitting down on his lap and slowly sliding down his cock. Making his groan. âI needed thisâŠstupid pirates are giving me a headache.â
Even when youâre riding his doesnât drop the cigar. So he could be sitting on his chair and while youâre riding away. He watch the beautiful sight. The way your chest moves, the way your mouth hangs open, soft moans escaping your lips while heâs blowing the smoke in the air. âFuck..â He groans, grabbing a handful of your ass.
After a good riding, your legs would feel weak and of course this bastard is going to tease you. âWhat is my dick that good that your legs are feeling weak? Just wait until we get home.â
Sir Crocodile
This man appreciates a good riding, dealing with Mihawk and Buggy gets him so riled up. Especially BuggyâŠ.he canât stand that stupid Clown. So he could be in his office working on some paper work and you would appear. Before you could lean in and kiss your lover he would grab you and force you down on his lap. Capturing your lips against his. And you would feel his cock pressed against your clothed bottoms. âRide me..â
This would lead into him ripping your clothes off, and if you whine about it heâll shush you. âShh Iâll buy you more clothes, I just need to feel you.â He mumbled, guiding your pussy to his hard cock. Slowly he helped you down to his length. Moaning as he feels your walls around him. âSo tightâŠfeels so good dear.â
He loves tracing your skin with his hook, especially putting close to your neck as your. He loves watching your eyes widen as he brings the hook closer to you. But!! Heâll never ever hurt you with it! He wouldnât even forgive himself if he were to hurt your precious skin with his hook.
You can tell when heâs so riled up with the way he moves his hips so desperately against yours. âThe stupid clown has gotten you riled up again?â You moan softly, as you bury your face against his neck. Breathing in his scent. âYes, stupid clown is at it againâŠâ
One time Mihawk walked in on you guys, he didnât even bother to knock but once he saw the slight he was instantly disgusted. âSave your gross activities for later on.â He mumbled and left. And this other time Buggy also walked in on you guys and he immediately yelled. âOMG! IâM SO SORRY! AHAAH OH GOD MY EYES.â
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Cat hybrid reader going through her first heat after taking heat suppresent pills all her life with werewolf husband(NSFW obv). This sounds kinda cute in my head.... I can't explain it.... Like getting married and then finally deciding that you want to let yourself go through a natural process which you were suppressing all your life.
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Your husband held your hand as you started the morning without taking your heat suppressant pill for the first time.
You wanted to have kittens with him so badly, and he wanted to fuck you full of pups, so the two of you decided that it was beast for you to temporarily stop taking them so you could mate properly.
âYou think itâll be okay?â he asked, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand.
You frowned, leaning against him. âIâm not sure⊠itâll take a few days for the suppressant to leave my system. Iâll find out thenâŠâ
And find out you did.
Your husband returned home after a long day of work, only for his cock to immediately strain against his pants when he picked up the smell of your heat. He could hear your desperate little mews from the bedroom, walking in to see you crying and begging for release.
You had never felt such an ache in your cunt, and had never really felt the urge to masturbate so you had no idea what to do. He watched you struggle to finger yourself and play with your clit, your pretty kitty tail rubbing against your fat, wet pussy.
âPoor baby, canât even make herself cumâŠâ
He fucked his fingers into you, making your back arch. âMmph! P-please, need more!â
You panted, your body feeling like it was on fire. His fingers were a little help, but it was like throwing a bucket of water on a house fire.
You needed more.
âShh, sweetheart. Gotta stretch you out, okay? Can you be my good girl and wait for me?â
He moved his fingers in a scissoring motion, trying his best to stretch you out as quickly as possible.
You nearly lost it when you felt him kiss your inner thigh, his lips moving to your fat pussy. He licked your clit, sucking on it as his fingers kept fucking into you.
After a few moments you cried out, cumming on his fingers and writhing on the bed. Orgasming while in heat was like nothing youâd ever felt before!
Your entire body spasmed as he pulled out his fingers from your aching pussy with a wet squelch. It took him a second to compose himself, watching your pussy ooze. There was a mess under your hips already, and your scent alone was driving him insane!
He already towered over you, but now he seemed to loom over your body like a predator ready to pounce on its prey.
He rolled you onto your fat tummy, lifting your hips so he could properly mount you. By now, he was going off of pure instinct, ready to breed his fertile little mate.
âMewâŠâ
You let out a pathetic little meow as he sunk into you. The two of you had sex before, but now it was an entirely different experience.
The pleasure was multiplied tenfold, and he was so much more intense than he had been previously. âWanna make puppies with you! W-wanna-!â
You buried your face into the pillow as he pounded your kitty cunt. His grip on your tail made you cry out, arching your back so he could reach you better.
Your hips and legs were easily lifted off the bed as he began using your fat pussy to get off, his mind fat gone. You didnât mind, the feeling of him knotting you and filling your belly with cum over and over again was the only thing helping to calm the heat in your body.
The next day, your mate fussed over you, feeling terrible that he went overboard and lost control.
âIâm sorry, little one⊠your heat, it just-â
You butted your head against him affectionately, purring as he began to pet you.
âI think itâs what I needed⊠thank you for being with me for my first heat.â
âOf course⊠Iâm your husband and mate, itâs my responsibility to take care of you.â
The two of you spent the morning cuddling in bed, soft purrs and loving mews filling the air.
ââââââ
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had the absolutely SINFUL thought of reader getting pornstar! Rafe to take photos of her pussy after he creampies it for her only fans
ooooo yes đŠđ©
You not only filmed for larger porn companies, but had your own little OnlyFans on the side. Thats how you got started and discovered, a viral video of you that found its way on Twitter. You didnât post as much as you had use to, with professional filming throughout the week taking most of your time. Most not if all your videos were solos or sexy pictures after you had just done on set, and were freshly fucked.
The constant hate you had received after people found out that the pussy slayer himself was fucking you more than once, had made you upset for the first few weeks. You werenât use to getting blasted on social media, and the spew of jealous bitches seemed to be never ending. If you were truly the only girl Rafe was fucking more than once, then maybe you needed to turn this negative into a positive and play back.
You were a gasping mess per usual, eyes rolled back and legs spread wide as Rafeâs hung cock pounded into your wanting hole. You were so greedy for him, there was no way that his dick was not made for you. As much as you loved getting paid for having sex on camera, it was almost starting to become a nuisance. You had been faking orgasms every scene you filmed that wasnât Rafe as he had kept his promise of ruining your holes for anyone else.
âYou like that shit whore? Whoâs fuckin dick you makin a mess on?â Rafe asked through gritted white teeth, his hand giving you a light but firm slap to your cheek as he continued his brutal pounding.
It amazed you how this man could make you dumb on the dick with such ease. It was like you were learning how to talk again while he gave you pipe, your words slurred and broken as you tried to figure it out. Another slap to your sparkly cheek though, had you snapping out of it real quick as his thrusts slowed down. âYou really think Iâm playin today? You want Rafe Cameronâs nut in your pussy, I suggest you start speaking the fuck up.â His cerulean eyes completely dark, something you had learned about him when he was close to coming undone himself.
You whined pathetically, knowing you did. Every time he filled your pussy up with his seed, it almost made you feel like you belonged to him in such a deeper way. His dirty words were always a catalyst for throwing you over the edge to your climax, your sopping cunt sucking him as you pleaded him to not slow down. âNo no noâŠ. donât slow down. I need it Rafe⊠Iâm makin a mess a-all over your big cock!â You blabbered incoherently, his thrusts speeding back up as soon as you said his name.
Your words didnât make much sense, but that didnât matter to you when he squeezed your throat as you came all over him and a few thrusts later he was spilling himself inside you with a string of loud grunts and nasty words. It was when he slowly pulled out of your swollen cunt, that he leaned back to admire his work. âSuch a pretty fuckin pussy filled with my cum.â He mumbled, a blissful smile spreading across your beautiful face.
âTake a picture. I wanna seeâŠâ You said softly, an idea coming to your head as you reached for your phone. Not only were you uploading these to your OnlyFans for a little refresher and new content, you were about to make all those other hoes big mad by posting it on Twitter.
There were two pictures with the flash on and a 10 second video of Rafeâs digits spreading your pussy lips open to show his cum spilling out of your fucked out hole and onto the sheets of his bed. Anyone who knew Rafe, knew he always wore a distinct gold signet ring on his index finger. So when you uploaded the video to Twitter with the caption âYâall can still be madđą but guess whoâs getting creampied by him? Not you. đ€Łâ
Letâs just say⊠you got your little revenge.
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