#like . please just smack me across the face bc i asked so so pretty for it

[dio-in-dogspace]

anyone need a punching bag (sexually) ?

[sanatomis]

⋆౨ৎ˚ ──── 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐒𝐄.

it's been on your mind for a while now. and, even though he's a little confused at first, it takes satoru very little time to warm up to your enticing offer.

დ content. fr3e use kink, cursing, female!reader, fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, consensual somnophilia, deepthroating, cum-swallowing, mentions of satoru eating it from the back <3

დ notes. second attempt at posting this on tumblr, don't mind me. it's crossposted on ao3 bc my previous attempts at posting all failed miserably (it never showed in the tags ://)

Satoru is confused. It doesn’t take you much time to notice that your softly spoken words have him quite rattled, as the results of them can so clearly be observed on his face. There’s his nose that scrunches up cutely, and a little tilt of his head to the left which comes accompanied by a few snowy strands of hair shifting across his forehead. A small furrow of his brows, the soft gnawing on his bottom lip. He’s thinking about it; mulling over your offer. 

Three times, he tries to say something. His mouth opens once, twice, and it’s futile. Not a word escapes, and he takes a sharp intake of breath. You almost believe that, if you weren’t currently seated opposite him, he’d smack the side of his head a few times to make sure it’s still screwed on right. 

“So, I just. . .” The third time really is the charm, it seems. Though, he never quite manages to finish what he was going to say. 

“Just put it in, yeah.” 

You finish it for him, you’re sweet like that. It does really seem as if he could use the help.

“Wh—whenever I. . .” 

There’s a little voice in your head, chiming and chattering about how all of this is weird. It makes you nervous, and your fingers itch to play with your necklace to fight it. 

“Whenever you want,” you confirm. It’s as if your heart has suddenly moved to your throat. 

“Wha—what if you’re asleep?”

“I said whenever you want, didn’t I?” 

He almost lets out a little squeak at the words you so casually give him. They surprise him, as they do you. Your last sentence wasn’t one spoken by your mind, and you shift in your seat as if it’d shush the part of you that did. 

It’s as if you’re telling him what you’d eaten for breakfast this morning, not giving him permission to slip, bully and sheat his cock into your needy cunt at any given time of the day. Without needing to ask, too. Satoru can fill you up, stuff you full, and dump so much of his cum into you until you’re overflowing, and he can do it whenever he feels the need to—because he’s Satoru, and you love your Satoru.

“Are you sure?” He asks, a hint of apprehension laces his voice. Your heart almost swells at his concern, at his hesitancy and need to confirm your wishes; even if you’ve vocalised them so bluntly. “Maybe, think about it for a little long—” 

“I have,” you interrupt him. As gentlemanly as he’s being, there’s no mistaking the darkening of his eyes. The pretty, baby-blues making way for something sinister. You suddenly don’t feel so nervous anymore. “I have thought about it. Way too much, and for way too long.” 

A string of curse words tumble past his lips. They’re hushed, and quick, and from the way he, too, shifts in his seat you gather that he’s hard. Painfully so, if the bulge forming in his pants is anything to go by. Your relationship has existed long enough for you to know that drops of his pre-cum are staining the fabric of his boxers already—always so messy, your Satoru. The mere thought has you wanting to take him out, to put him in your mouth and lap at the sticky, white beads falling down his length. 

“Please,” you plead softly, and watch how he stifles a groan at the needy, saccharine sound of it. You want more, more of that sound. Right next to your ear, preferably. “Use me, Satoru.” 

There’s little you want more than that, little that arouses you more than that. The thought of Satoru taking you whenever he wishes, abiding by his whims and allowing him free-reign over your body—it instils a heat into your stomach, into your core. It makes you feel filthy, like a cheap whore picked up from the street; but you’d be his whore, and suddenly it all starts to feel like a dream. It’s Satoru. Satoru, Satoru, Satoru. He’ll be gentle, and he’ll be kind, and he’ll stop as soon as you utter your safeword, and he’ll love you so much, even if he fucks you as if he doesn’t. 

You have half a mind to ask him again, to plead, to beg for it again, as it almost feels as if he didn’t quite hear you. But, as soon as you open your mouth to do so, he immediately latches his lips onto yours. It’s messy, and sloppy, and entirely fueled by the frantic state his mind is currently in—but you don’t complain, and never will. 

His hands are everywhere and nowhere all at the same time, and you feel him almost buzzing with excitement. Your teeth clash against one another at the force of the kiss, your tongues greedily seek the other out, and saliva gets swapped from your mouth to his, and vice versa. It’s dirty, and sticky, and almost brings you back to your high-school years, when he’d been all clumsy hands and feigned confidence on the night you’d lost your virginity to each other. 

Satoru pulls back from your kiss first, and a small smile falls over his lips when he notices you chasing him. “Wait a minute, sweets,” he murmurs, forehead against yours. His breathing is heavy, as is yours, and you don’t want to wait a minute—you want him, now, tomorrow, and each day after that. “Are you. . .” He chuckles when you kiss him again, and again, and again. You only stop when he holds your head in place. “Are you completely sure about this?” 

You blink up at him, eyes wide and lips swollen. “Mhm,” you hum, and caress his cheekbone with one of your thumbs. Satoru melts in your hold, as he always seems to do. “‘S you, ‘Toru. I’m completely sure when it’s you.” 

He lets out a shaky breath. There’s a storm of emotion behind his eyes, but all of them point to the same conclusion—he loves you. So much, you might even get sick of it one day; he’d told you as a joke, one born out of fear. But you won’t. You never will. And you think he’s starting to realise it, finally. 

“Okay,” he whispers, and kisses your forehead. 

It’s delicate, and loving, and so opposite from the way he buries himself into you over, and over, and over again a mere five minutes after that. Satoru’s needy, and impatient, and so pent-up from your previous conversation that foreplay gets thrown out of the window. 

He bends you over the couch first, that cute little ass of yours jiggling right in front of his face as he mounts you from behind. He slips in easily, with a pussy as wet as yours, and a cock as leaky and hard as his—the lack of foreplay almost goes unnoticed. Almost, of course, as the sheer size of him never fails to elicit a hint of a burn as he stretches you out. Nevermind that you take his cock daily, or that your walls are bound to carry his shape after the many years you spend with him. 

The sounds that decorate your apartment are filthy, lewd, and borderline obscene, but you’re thoroughly obsessed with them. The slapping of his balls against your ass, the squelching with each passing thrust, the deep groans and choked whimpers Satoru releases next to your ear just like you wanted. Even your own moans, your own babbles, and your own whines add to the experience; the combination of sounds. And you love it, because it’s you, and it’s Satoru—and it’s the two of you together. 

It doesn’t end after Satoru cums, nor does it after you do. The agreement between the two of you that was made tonight seems to have done a number on him, and he takes you a second time. On the balcony, where he puts you on display for the world to see as he fills you over and over again. And a third time, in your shared bed that’s never been safe from his affection and blatant desire towards you. And a fourth time, in the shower that was initially meant to clean you up, he decides to dirty you even further. 

If this is the reaction he gives to the mere idea of using you whenever he pleases, you long for the time that he actually does.

It’s well past midnight when Satoru finally decides he’s done with you. You’re curled into his side, a shirt that’s way too large for you (but one that you swore you didn’t steal from him) covers your figure. You’re asleep. Tired, exhausted, and completely knocked out. He smiles. You’re so cute. A love-sick expression is stuck to his face, and it may very well become permanent if he stays looking at you. 

One of his fingers reaches in-between your thighs, gently scooping up the remnants of his release. Satoru almost coos at the way your nose scrunches up cutely when he starts to finger it back into your pussy. It allows his digits to slip easily through your folds, and she sucks them in as soon as he reaches your hole. His cum doesn’t leak out this time. Not yet, anyway, but even if it does, he’s more than willing to repeat the process. 

He sighs. Mind full of thoughts, but at least his balls are empty now. There’s a little huff escaping his lips, and he’s amused at his own comment. Satoru shakes his head, but the small smile remains nonetheless. Strong, yet gentle arms pull your body tighter against him. 

You’re delicate, and sweet, and so precious to him; and he will do his best to take care of you. Use me, use me, use me. He kisses your forehead, his own eyes falling shut. 

He will most certainly try to. 

The very first time Satoru entertains the idea of indulging in your offer, is on a day where you’ve decided to wear his favourite lipgloss. It’s so shiny, such a cute shade, and makes you look so beautiful, but above all—it’s sticky. It’s sticky, and easily smudged, and he knows from experience that everything feels so much filthier when he steals a kiss from you with it on. 

Without meaning to, thoughts of you wrapping those glossed lips around his dick, creating a mess made-up of spit, cum, tears, and thus that delightful stickiness from your lipgloss, enters his mind. The coloured shade will leave a perfect ring around his length, there’s no doubt in his mind. Your pretty face will be all dirty, smudged stains near the corners of your mouth courtesy of his fat cock. You will be a sight for sore eyes. 

You’re talking to him, but Satoru can’t seem to listen. He’s enamoured by your lips, your soft-looking, plumb, and very glossed lips. He briefly feels pathetic, knowing that a mere make-up item has the ability to make his head spin to such a degree—but he doesn’t, as he quickly realises it only does so because it’s you that’s wearing it. 

Fuck, he really wants to stuff his cock into your mouth. 

Five, six, almost seven seconds pass before the realisation kicks in. If he wants to put his cock in your mouth, then he can. Satoru’s body moves on its own before he gets a chance to think about his actions, as is often the case with him, and it's not long before his large hand finds its new home on the back of your head. He falters briefly, watching how you quiet down, how your eyes widen slightly, but continues as he’s doing when you make absolutely no move to stop him when he gently guides your head down, and down, and down—until you’re right where he wants you. 

A small gasp leaves your lips when he puts you on eye-level with his crotch. It’s quiet, and he almost didn’t hear it, but it makes him pause nonetheless. The hand on your head loosens its grip, and he hesitates as he looks down at you. 

“Is this oka—” 

The sentence never gets finished, forever interrupted by a sharp hiss as you take his cock out of his pants with such unabashed eagerness. It slaps against his abdomen, leaky tip staining the fabric of his shirt. Your previous conversation is all but forgotten, it seems, as you don’t waste a second in taking his hard, aching length almost entirely into your mouth. It all happens so quickly, and Satoru’s mind almost can’t keep up. All he did was think about filling your mouth, and now he’s actually doing it; the fat tip prodding near the back of your throat. 

His hands are shaky, he notices, and so is his breathing as a small whine escapes when one of your hands goes downwards to play with his balls. “Fuck!” he curses, caught by surprise at the boldness with which you reached for that part of him. In his startle, his hands return to the back of your head, and your words make their impromptu return to the very front of his mind. 

Use me. 

He will, then. 

Satoru isn’t at all gentle when he does. His fingers tangle into your hair, and he pushes you down onto his cock until your nose brushes against the soft, white hairs near his pelvis. Your poor little mouth is struggling, he can see, but he can’t seem to pay much mind to it; the sounds of you gagging around his thick length are too much of a pleasure to hear. The way he pushes you up-and-down nears the realm of brute force, and still you eagerly suck, and suck, and suck. 

A particularly loud groan echoes through the room when he steals a glance at your small form kneeling between his legs. It seems he knows you well; you are a sight for sore eyes like this. There are tears in your eyes, and some of them have already fallen down your hollowed cheeks; hollowed, to make space for him. Your mouth is filled to the brim with his cock, and even though he can see you fighting for breath, you never make an attempt at catching it—as if you wouldn’t dare to deprive him of the please your throat gives him. 

Satoru catches himself falling in love all over again. 

He fucks your face harder, and harder, and harder the closer he gets to the edge. Deep groans, and slurred curse words join your symphony of muffled moans, and his hold on your head slowly starts to falter. 

“‘M close, princess,” he mumbles, but that’s about all the warning he gives you. A few seconds later, he cums down your throat. He doesn’t ask, he doesn’t need to. Not because you’d given him permission to use you as he sees fit, but simply because he knows you’re utterly obsessed with him doing so. “Fuck, f—fuck, look a’you, hm? Gonna take all of it like a good girl? Don’t waste it, m’kay? S’all for, fuck, for you.” 

It’s something he’s done countless times before, but Satoru swears that each time he spills his cum down your throat feels better than the last. Thick, sticky ropes fill your mouth, and you hum around him when it keeps going, and going, and going. You’re struggling to take it all, and he huffs in amusement when bits of it start to drip down your chin. His thumb catches it, and he quickly places it back in your mouth, forcing you to open it wider to accommodate both the digit and his slowly softening cock. You happily do so. 

He pulls out of you shortly after, with his chest heaving as he recuperates. His entire focus is on you, you, and you as he watches you wipe your mouth and swallow the last of his seed. There’s a smile on your face. It’s kind, and gentle, and innocent; almost as if he hadn’t just fucked your mouth and dumped his release down your throat. Satoru is utterly bewitched as he watches you, captivated by all and every little thing you do, and he cooperates as you tuck him back into his pants. 

And then, as if nothing at all happened, you sit down next to him again—and you speak, you continue talking, finishing the story he’d interrupted with his need to be sucked off. Your voice is hoarse, and your cheeks are still stained with dried tears, but you pay neither of those facts any mind. It makes all of this look so. . . mundane. You were speaking, and then you were between his legs, and now you’re speaking again. 

Satoru’s heart starts to beat even faster for you. Fuck, that’s so hot. This time, he decides to try his very best to listen to your tale about some co-worker of yours that pissed you off this week. He pitches in every-now-and-then, adding a low ‘huh,’ or ‘mhm’ to keep you occupied, and he almost feels guilty—guilty, because all his adrenaline-filled mind can think about are the future possibilities of using you.

“And, wanna know what’s the worst thing about the situation? It was my idea to get donuts for everybody! That harlot didn’t even want them initially.” 

Satoru’s downward spiral is inevitable, and he finds himself falling victim to it more times than one would consider healthy in a mere seven days. He very quickly learns that he’s thoroughly obsessed with the notion that allows him to fill you up anywhere, and at any time. To him, it’s one of the highest honours. 

There’s such confidence, such unwavering faith encompassed in your view of him. There has to be, if you’re willing to allow him such a thing. Thinking about it almost causes a cute pink hue to colour his cheek. . .you really do trust him a lot, huh?

He’s never been able to tell you ‘no’ before, and he certainly isn’t about to start. So, he dutifully listens to you and abides by your delectable request. To satisfy you, of course. There’s absolutely no other reason for his actions, and the way he breaches your dripping cunt with his leaky tip, all while soft breaths leave your lips, and your pretty eyes are peacefully shut, is simply to indulge you. 

Use me. Use me. Use me. 

Satoru curses, the crude words that tumble past his lips being plenty colourful. One of his hands settles on your hip whilst the other hikes your (or rather his) shirt up to provide him with better access. It’s your fault, really, that he’s currently sporting one of the hardest boners of the century. You were waiting for him, weren’t you? Waiting for him to return and bury himself to the hilt in that sweet, sobbing pussy of yours. 

There’s no other reason for you to fall asleep with nothing but his shirt on. Not even panties covered your cute little cunt, your sticky folds fully on display and welcoming him home. Satoru wants to bury himself in it—in a multitude of ways if he’s being truly honest with himself. For now, though, he’ll stick to simply one. 

“Shh,” he coos into your ear, delicately rubbing soft circles into your upper thigh with his thumb. You whine faintly, feeling his cock fight its way past your walls. He splits you open, stretching you just wide enough to slip inside. Your nose scrunches up cutely, and he almost rouses you from your slumber.  “‘S me, really need you, baby.” 

And that’s all he has to say. It’s me. It’s your Satoru. A gentle whisper of those words, and he gets to use you as he pleases. All of his previous worries, all of the near-boiling anger he felt at his previous meeting with the higher-ups washes away as soon as he sinks himself balls-deep into your pussy. Satoru groans deeply at the feeling, and gentle, stuttered declarations of love are babbled into your ear with each slow drag of his cock along your walls. 

The garbled mesh of words that he deems too important not to say, even despite their poor enunciation, only ceases to exist a few minutes later—when he spills his heavy load into that sweet, sweet cunt of yours. No, into that sweet cunt of his. Because, that’s who it truly belongs to, no? It’s his, to use, to spoil, to worship. You’d offered it to him so kindly, after all. And, well, Satoru has never been the type of person to turn down a gift. 

. . . You unknowingly create a monster. It seems that even the mere idea of being allowed to use you as he pleases has him tip-toeing around the line of borderline insanity. As each time he sees you, he wants you. . .and each time he wants you, you let him. 

It doesn’t matter what you’re doing at that moment. Even if you’re speaking, and he suddenly feels the need, no, the simple want for a blowjob. And even if you’re asleep, resting after what must have been a long day, you still allow him to slip his aching cock into you to satisfy the craving he’s had for hours. 

Even if you’re busy setting the table, you don’t push him away, and you still allow him to bend you over the wooden surface, to sink to his knees and lick, suck, and kiss around his pretty pussy with his tongue. Simply because he wants to do it, and you really do so, too. 

. . .And even now, when you’re cooking dinner. 

There’s a certain cuteness about the way your brows scrunch in concentration, about the way you gently bite on your bottom lip as you prepare the food for the two of you; it nearly makes him feel guilty for feeling the secret desire to ruin such a lovely, innocent view. The word nearly is important, however, as he’s acutely aware of your need for him to do exactly that—and so, any sense of wrongdoing melts away, similar to snow underneath the sun.

He’s not quite sure what it is that you’re cooking, but it smells delectable. There’s an array of spices, herbs, and vegetables strewn around the counter, and Satoru knows he’ll be eating like a King in a few minutes. As for right now, though, there’s a different craving, a different type of hunger slowly making its way forward. He fears it won’t be one that’ll be sated by your lovely culinary skills. 

“Smells good, baby,” he mumbles. It doesn’t take him long to settle himself behind you, large hands gently coming to rest on your hips. He sighs in the crook of your neck, and nudges the skin with his nose. “What’cha making?” 

You answer. He knows you do, as he feels the vibrations of your voice underneath his lips, the soft hum feeling quite soothing as he kisses along the column of your throat, but Satoru can’t find it in himself to focus on the words you give him. His ever-loose hands roam eagerly down your body, and the previous loving, and delicate kisses along your neck turn sloppy, wet, almost, as Satoru dips one of his hands underneath the waistband of your panties. There’s a grin forming on his lips, one entirely too big and full of confidence. 

“‘M startin’ to think you’re just always wet for me, pretty girl,” he mumbles against the shell of your ear, fingers entirely coated in your slick the second he’d sunk them into your dripping cunt. 

Your cheeks heat up, and you try to stifle a moan when he, so very, very slowly starts to move his fingers in-and-out of you. “I—I am,” you admit, and clench around his digits just as he’s about to take them out; as if it’s a last resort to keep them inside. “F’you, Satoru. Just for you.” 

“Hm?” He hums, and almost huffs in amusement as he sees you trying to continue what you were doing so desperately, as if you weren’t being fucked on your husband’s fingers. Just for that—he rapidly thrusts his fingers back into you, harsher, deeper, and so much quicker. “Just for me, yeah, princess?” 

“Y—Ah! Yes, yes,” you squeak, one of your hands seeking out some semblance of support from the kitchen counter.  “Only for you.” 

There’s an embarrassing sound hitting your ears, as each thrust of his absurdly long fingers is accompanied by your wetness squelching around them. You struggle to speak, to breathe almost, as he fucks you on his fingers. Satoru stretches you out, curling his fingers to find the spot he knows will leave you with those pretty tears falling down your cheeks, and to hit it over, and over, and over again. 

There’s such a heat gathered between your legs, such a pleasurable source of warmth, and Satoru suppresses a groan as he’s once again made very aware of that fact when your walls clench around his digits. His cock twitches, and he lets out a shaky sigh as he grinds it against your ass. “You are, aren’t you? Hm? C’mon, baby, don’t be shy. . .be a little louder.”

You aren’t shy. You haven’t been for a while now. There’s a certain hotness in the way you moan so unabashedly, so utterly shamelessly whenever Satoru gets his hands on you in such a way—it’s as if you can’t ever get enough of him. It never fails to harden his cock even more, to make his balls feel achingly heavy until he ultimately empties them inside your tight little cunt. And you know so, which is exactly why you do it. 

“‘M not,” you rasp out, one of your hands coming to rest on his wrist. The back of your head falls against his shoulder as you choke on a moan, seeking some very necessary aid to stay upright. “Please, I. . .’Toru, please.”

In all honesty, Satoru isn’t quite sure what you’re begging for. He knows it’s one of two options: either to cum on his fingers, or for him to push his thick cock inside your pussy already. There’s no desire to ask, however—he’d much rather make that decision himself. The hand that wasn’t currently burying three of its digits knuckle-deep into your pussy busies itself with his belt-buckle. 

There’s a pitiful whine falling from your lips, one that’s released immediately upon the removal of his fingers from your cunt. “Shh,” he coos in your ear, instantly soothing your upcoming tantrum. You stifle the complaint you’d prepared for him, the feeling of his fat tip prodding near your too-eager hole quickly puts an end to it. “S’okay, pretty girl, just wanna feel you cum around my cock, s’all. . .Think you can do that for me?” 

You nod, and rapidly so. “Mhm,” you hum, and open your mouth when he presents it with his soiled fingers. You clean them, suckling around them until each bit of your sweetness is gone. “Want to—really wanna cum around your cock, ‘Toru.”

“Of course, you do,” he breathes, and captures a quick kiss. And another. And another. And one more. It makes you smile, and that, in turn, makes him smile. When he does pull back, there’s as much love as there is lust dancing in his eyes. “Wouldn’t have expected anything less of you, princess.”

Satoru is often greedy. There’s no such thing as savouring something with him—if he’s enjoying himself, he’ll be as gluttonous as he wishes. The exception is you, of course, as you always are to him. There’s no greater feeling than savouring you. It’s why he, more often than not, decides to fill you up slowly. To let his cock drag along your walls, to let your soothing warmth engulf him inch, by inch, by inch, until his firm balls press up against your ass. He does so this time, too. 

Your long, drawn-out moan as he fills you up slowly sounds as if it were gifted to him by the Heavens, and Satoru’s cock twitches inside when he hears you mutter a soft fuck as you struggle to adjust to him. It’s certainly not the first time you’ve taken his cock, but the sheer girth of him still stretches you out—as it always does. Your husband loves you dearly, however, and waits. . .one second, two seconds, three seconds, and he doesn’t get any further before his self-restraint falters. 

Satoru nearly pulls himself out of your cunt completely, only for him to fuck himself back inside so deeply—it has you place both palms of your hands on the counter to steady yourself. It startles you, as he hears you choke on a moan, but he continues. His movements are quick and rough, animalistic even, as he pounds into your cunt. 

“Sa—ngh, Satoru, wait, I. . .” You interrupt yourself with a moan, the feeling of his tip near your cervix too sharp for you to properly finish a sentence. He’s so deep. It feels as if he’s in your womb, in your stomach—it feels as if he’s everywhere. “Fuck, I. . .f—fuck, ‘Toru. . .”

 “Hm?” He breathes out, a groan slipping past his lips. “Want me to, fuck, you. . .” His rapid movements dial down. The self-control needed for it is enormous, but you’d asked him to wait—so he will. Some beads of pre-cum drip into your cunt, as if his cock was upset that he’d suddenly slowed down. “Wan’me to go slower, baby?”

“No,” There’s a small whine near the end of your sentence. It’s the absolute last thing you wanted him to do, even if you originally asked him to wait. “No, don’t, please, keep going. Need—need more.” You feel Satoru wrap both hands around your hips, as if he’s preparing for something. “Harder, please. . .”

“Harder?” He asks, and you don’t need to see him to know there’s currently a sense of smugness ruining his pretty face.  “How hard do you want it, huh, sweets?” 

Little more than the tip remains inside you, and there’s not a moment for you to mourn the loss of his entire girth—as all air leaves your lungs when he immediately thrusts back into you with a newfound vigour, with such force that it has you bend over the kitchen counter. 

“Like, ah, like this, huh? That how you want it, angel?”

You don’t answer—you’re not able to, as Satoru uses the entirety of his thick length to steal your ability to speak coherently. Once again, you’re acutely aware of the sheer size of your husband. Satoru is tall, and big, and he likely isn’t even aware of it. It certainly doesn’t seem so, as he heads no mind to the way your feet are starting to lift off the floor. Each deep thrust has you inching further up the counter; his hands on your hips nearly holding you up and off the floor as he rocks into you from behind. 

There’s little you can do, except take it. 

The kitchen is filled with sounds that definitely do not belong there. Your wetness is prominent, the sound of it borderline embarrassing, and Satoru’s balls slap against your skin with each thrust. He’s relentless, and you want to cry. The good kind of crying; the kind that often comes accompanied with mind-numbing pleasure. You hiccup, and sniff, and try your best to stabilise yourself against the counter. 

Though, your efforts prove futile once Satoru brings one of his hands to your front. You choke on a whimper as he cruelly pinches your clit, toying with it, flicking and rubbing it in the way he knows will get you off. 

“T—Toru,” you warn him. “I—I’m. . .”

“Mhm,” he hums in acknowledgement, not letting up even for a second. There’s a featherlight kiss pressed to your shoulder. “Me too, princess. S’okay, let, shit, let go for me, yeah?”

And because he’s Satoru—your Satoru, you comply. It hits you all at once, and you’re suddenly very grateful for both your husband holding you upright, and your expensive kitchen counter for adding some extra support. You’re still breathing heavily, coming down from your high, when Satoru hits his own. It’s a familiar feeling, but one you’ll never grow tired of nonetheless. 

You sigh in content. His cum fills you up rapidly, and to the brim. It’s hot, and thick, and trickles out of you even with him still inside—simply because there’s so much of it. The both of you are out of breath, and because of it, choose to stay within each other’s hold for just a little while longer. 

Satoru could—and would—stay in this position for the rest of his life. . .but he’s quite sure that you’ve put a lot of effort in today’s dinner and he doesn’t want it to be for naught. With a deep sigh and a quick kiss to your cheek, he goes against every fibre of his being, and pulls out of you. 

A shiver trails down your spine when he does so, and you let out a soft sigh in content. You’re still recovering, he notices. There’s a trail of his cum dripping out of you, though he wastes little time to push it back inside. Satoru takes matters into his own hands, and decides to place your panties back into place for you, too. It gets soiled by his seed rather quickly, but that’s a problem for later. 

After smoothing down your skirt, he tucks himself back into his pants, as well. He’s by your side as quick as he can, and presses a sweet, lingering kiss to your temple. 

It’s only then that he properly takes notice of all the stuff that’s been thrown around the kitchen. Pots, pans, vegetables, spices. It seems you really were busy.

And, as if he hadn’t just finished fucking you silly, he smiles. 

“So, what are you making?”

© MADE BY SANATOMIS — please, refrain from stealing, copying, or reposting any of my works.

[shawtuzi]

girl you know what i wanna do, i wanna rendez-rendezvous ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

pairing: plug!toji x black fem!reader

cw include: porn with a little plot, drug usage ofc, a very minuscule mention death, oral f & m receiving, unprotected sex, smacking, choking, breath-play, some squirting, spit, lots of praise bc he’s so down bad for her while they’re fucking, PUSSYDRUNK TOJIII, backshots, prone bone position, fawking from the side, creampie n i think that’s about it!!! wc: 6.4k

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“is it just a universal thing for all plugs to take for-fucking-ever to bring the weed? do they not like getting paid? this guy must really not like getting paid,” your babbling fell on deaf ears as geto and gojo focused on the game in front of them. occasionally they’d respond with a ‘uh huh’ or ‘i know right’ but this time they didn’t even have the decency to pretend to listen!

you huffed, picking at the charms on your nails, “you guys suck and so does your friend. i have plans later! i’d like to leave at a decent time to get ready.” geto whipped his head around to look at you, his brows furrowing, “i thought you were already dressed for the club…plus it’s not even dark out yet what you need to be getting ready for right now?”

“geto…wearing all fur boots? to the club? be smarter than that please,” you sighed, falling back against the couch. you whipped out your phone, sliding over the camera, “and for your information i’d like to get in a power nap before i go.” geto kissed his teeth, muttering something under his breath before his phone pinged, the sound catching your attention. before you could utter a word you were shushed by geto, a pout fell on your face as you fell back against the couch once more.

after taking a few pictures of yourself you grew bored once more—so of course you had to bother your friends some more. “so how did you guys even meet this guy? does he sell more than just weed? how long have you been buying from—”

“he’s here!”

“thank goddd! she’ll finally shut up, we won’t have to suffer any longer!” gojo tossed the controller on the table, his head falling in his hands. you grabbed your purse, taking out the money before standing. “i hate you guys i really do,” you glared at the two men before walking to the door—waiting for geto to walk out with you of course because stranger danger is very much real.

the sun was beginning to set, hues of orange, pink, and red swirling in the sky. “it’s so pretty out, i’m gonna need you to take a few pictures of me when we’re done,” you tugged down your mini skirt as you trailed behind geto.

you stood to the side as the two men talked—your curiosity getting the best of you as you peeked through the window. the windows were tinted of course, but you could still get a glimpse inside. now you didn’t know shit about cars but this was nice. “i wonder how far that seat goes back,” you mumbled to yourself, a small smile creeping on your lips. damn ovulation.

geto eventually moved to side, signaling that it was your turn. you straightened your back as you approached the window, your jaw almost dropping at the man in front of you. you nearly fell over when the first thing he said was ‘you’re pretty.’

“thank you, um, how much do i owe you again?” you asked, gripping the cash in your hand. toji looked you up in down, a smirk making its way onto his lips, “i like your tattoo.” he pointed to the area below your breast where ‘divine feminine’ was tatted across the curve in cursive. you grazed the tattoo with your manicured nail, your cheeks heating up.

toji opened the bag that contained your eighth before throwing a little extra weed in the baggie. he wrapped it up before holding it out for you, the baggie looking extra small in his big hand. “how much do you i owe—”

“it’s on me.”

now this made you really smile, your tooth gems now on display. “reallyyy?” you giggled, nibbling on your bottom lip. toji nodded, his eyes drifting to that damn tattoo again. his eyes flicked back to yours, “you just gotta do one little thing for me,” he spoke lowly, fist closing over the baggie. you stepped closer to the window, your heart pounding against your chest.

“and what’s that?” you fiddled with the end of your skirt, his intense eye contact now making you feel small.

“tell me your name, please?”

when you said it he practically swooned, his palms now feeling sweaty because he hasn’t felt this way since her. “such a pretty name…y/n….i like it,” toji licked his lips, his fist opening once more to hand you the weed. sure his hand might’ve lingered a little longer than it should’ve but you surely weren’t complaining.

“if you ever need some more please let me be the first person you come to, i wanna see you again. s’not everyday a guy comes across a pretty thing like yourself. you can get my number from sugu,” you had completely forgotten geto was waiting with you, but when you turned around he was nowhere to be found.

“must’ve went inside…eh whatever, now what were you saying?” you smiled, leaning against the car. since you were both clearly flirting you might as well give the man a little something to fantasize about. “it was very nice meeting you y/n, i hope i see you again soon,” toji gave you one last smile before pulling off, leaving you by yourself.

geto and gojo were rolling up when you came back inside, immersed in their own conversation. “you guys didn’t tell me your plug was so fucking hottttt!” you squealed, falling back into the couch, your feet kicking back and forth with excitement. “he’s so generous too….and so so cute. that scar on his lip is so sexy and he’s so big i wonder how big—”

“don’t say another word i’m begging,” gojo whined, covering his poor ears. the kissed your teeth now sitting up, “that man will be mine i’m telling you guys, he should be very scared because now i’m on the prowl.”

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

unknown number: hi! is this toji?

unknown number: it’s y/n from the other day, i was wondering if you were available to bring me a little something?

toji smiled at his phone, immediately saving your number. he’d hate to even admit it to himself, but he’s been anticipating a text from you for days. he just couldn’t get you outta his head! your smile, your cute lil doe eyes, your scent. you smelt so sweet, like the most expensive candies you get out for special occasions.

you made his chest tight, his palms sweaty, and his jeans tight as fuck—he just had to have you.

toji: send me your address.

toji: i’m omw.

“oooh shit—okay okay time to lock in,” you jumped up, quickly shedding your pj’s for a cuter, yet still cozy outfit to wear for toji. you settled on an oversized knit olive colored sweater and a long brown cotton skirt—yes it was an outfit that showed less skin than you were used to but hey it’s fall and hoes do get cold sometimes! just asked you were finished up adding the rest of your jewelry your phone pinged.

toji: i’m outside.

you suddenly felt nauseous, but the good kind—the excited kind of nauseous where butterflies where swarming all around your tummy. on the walk to toji’s car you held your chin up with confidence, the bracelets on your wrist dangling as you damn near strutted to the man’s car.

toji rolled the window down, a cloud of smoke swirling out of the window. “hey girl, how’re ya?” toji asked, setting the blunt he was smoking aside. you giggled, bending down to lean against the window.

“hi tojiii! m’doin’ good? you?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. toji hummed, shrugging his shoulders, “i’m okay, just been working.” it was silent for a few beats before he spoke again:

“i’m glad you texted, took you long enough,” he chuckled as he bagged up your weed, not even bothering to scale it. out of instinct your brought your hands to your cheeks, the coolness of your hands bringing you some relief. he just made you so beside yourself and for what???

“well now that you have my number maybe you could drop by and we could just, you know, hangout?” there you went again giving him those doe eyes as you asked your question in the sweetest voice. toji sealed up the baggie and held it out for you, “i’d like that a lot y/n.” the way your named rolled off his tongue felt so right.

as you both continued to talk toji could notice you were shivering despite wearing that big ass sweater. “do you wanna sit in here for a minute? finish this with me?” he asked holding up the half smoked blunt. you nodded with zero hesitation, quickly making your way to the passenger side. you were immediately met with warmth as you got in the car, your body relaxing into the heated seat.

“if this sounds too rude you don’t have to answer and i apologize if it does but….how old are you? i’m not saying you look real old or anything you just look, like, more mature,” you fingers anxiously tapped against your thighs, itching to grasp at the muscles practically bulging from his compressed t-shirt.

toji laughed. not just a little chuckle or breath through the nose, but a real genuine laugh. it was amazing to say the least.

“believe it or not i’m thirty four,” he gave you a toothy grin before sparking the blunt. your eyes nearly popped out of your head at his words. this man??? thirty four???

“ohhh so you are an old man,” you giggled, the sound of your laugh giving his chest that irritatingly tight feeling again. toji playfully rolled his eyes, taking a hit of the blunt before passing it to you. “i swear once you get past twenty five everyone suddenly thinks you’re old,” and he was certainly was not wrong. he’d lost count if he many times geto and gojo called him old man just to piss him off.

“i may be a little older but i still fuck like i’m twenty one,” toji rested against the seat, his eyes flicking to you. your mouth was slightly agape as you tried to tried to think of something smart to say back but unfortunately you were left speechless. you took a hit of the blunt, turning your body more towards him. “is that so?” you asked, passing the blunt to him.

toji nodded slowly, his eyes now low and red. before either of you could say anything else toji’s phone lit up, and you being the nosey thing you were couldn’t help but glance at his phone. “who’s baby is that?” you asked pointing his lock screen. toji smiled at the picture before looking back up at you, his smile faltering the slightest bit.

“that’s…that’s my son.”

it was quiet for a few beats before you broke into a big smile, a tiny squeal slipping past your lips as you picked up his phone to examine the picture. “he’s a cutie! look at those eyes—oh and those little cheeks! he looks just like you toji,” you giggled, handing the phone back to him. toji grinned, taking his phone back from you.

“ahh thanks! he looks more like his mother to me, acts just like her too,” your eyebrow quirked up at the mention of the boys mother. “i take it you guys aren’t together anymore?” you asked, cocking your head to the side.

toji was silent for a moment, his throat tightening at the mention of her. “she, uh, passed actually. a few months after megumi was born,” it was silent once again, toji was now avoiding eye contact with you. he nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt you place a comforting hand on his knee. he whipped his head towards you, an apologetic look now on your face. “i’m sorry to hear that toji, but for what it’s worth i bet you’re an awesome fucking dad,” you gave his knee a little squeeze before pulling away.

“thank you, seriously. it feels nice to hear that because somedays i really wish she was here, not for me but for him. she was amazing i wish he got to know her the way i did,” toji was never the type to talk about his late wife, especially with someone he was trying to pursue, but you were different. you made him feel so safe and he barely even fucking knew you.

before he could babble anymore about her he stopped himself, fearing he’d make it even more awkward. “she sounds great toji m’sorry you lost her so soon. don’t worry though i’m sure you’ll find another love like that again,” and you meant every word you said.

“i can’t believe it’s only our second time speaking and i’ve already managed to bring up my dead wife, fuck am i doing?” he chuckled, throwing his head back against the seat. you quickly reassured him that all was well and you were grateful that he was felt so comfortable to share such a personal side of his life with you.

“i’d love to stay and talk more but gumi’s sitter has to leave early. ill see you again soon though yeah?” toji couldn’t help but brush his knuckles over the apple of your cheek, grinning when he felt the heat radiating from it. “you blushin’?” his grin now turning into a smirk.

“get away from me,” you swatted his hand away, unable to contain the smile forming on your glossed up lips. “this was real fun though, don’t keep me waiting too long now,” you gave toji one last smile before getting out of his car. the second he pulled away you whipped out your phone, immediately dialing your best friends number.

“hey…you busy? no? good because i needddd to talk about what just happened with someone.”

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

toji: hey pretty.

toji: you free? i wanna see you.

you squealed, kicking your feet with glee as you read toji’s messages. tonight was the night. after two months of unbearable sexual tension you were gonna claim that man in more ways than one. you quickly texted him back saying you were indeed available and to hurry his ass up.

you made your way to your closet, sifting through your clothes to find the outfit. you needed something that’ll make his head spin and dick hard…perhaps some subtle lingerie would do the job.

you finally settled on a lacy, red wine colored nightgown that showed just enough to have him wanting to see more. you brushed out your thirty inch bussdown, tugging it just the tiniest bit to see if it’d stay in place. toji was a big man and he looked like a hair puller—you were hoping you were wrong but if he was you were certainly praying your hair stayed in tact at least a little after he was through with you.

toji: i’m here. hurry it’s cold as fuck out here.

you took a deep breath, channeling your inner tina snow as you opened the door for him. “hi tojiii,” you beamed, resting your body against the door. toji’s jaw was quite literally almost to the floor as he took you in. if he looked close enough he could see your pretty lil nipple piercings through the nightgown.

“come in! come in! it’s freezing out there,” you tugged toji in your house by his sleeve, quickly shutting the door once he was inside. “what’re you all….dressed up for,” he asked lowly, nearly crushing the rello packets in his hand.

be patient. don’t get too excited. be patient.

he kept chanting that over and over in his mind but it was doing little to help him, especially since he was already sporting a semi. “oh i just thought i’d put on a little something nice for you i don’t know,” you could feel your confidence faltering under his lustful stare.

“well,” toji took a step closer to you, and then another, and then another till you both were nearly chest to chest. “i think you look really nice, sweet of you to get all dolled up for me,” he trailed his fingers over the material of your robe, chuckling the tiniest bit when he saw your bt21 cooky slippers. you looked up at him through your freshly done lashes, a grin making its way onto your lips.

you slipped your smaller hand into toji’s, guiding him to the living room. he wasted no time getting comfortable, his body immediately relaxing into the plushness of your couch. you sat on the opposite end of the much to his dismay, “why you so far away from me hm? come closer.” with shaky arms you scooted closer to him until your thighs were nearly touching, but it still wasn’t quite enough for him.

you let out a tiny gasp as toji easily picked you up and say you on his lap, you could feel the full throb of his dick against your ass. “that’s better,” he smirked, squeezing your hip gently.

it was silent for a few beats before you took the rello packet from toji, two pre rolled blunts waiting in there to be smoked. “so how long do i have you for tonight?” you asked, sparking the blunt. toji ran his tongue over the scar on his lip as he watched you exhale the smoke, not even realizing you had asked him a question.

“i have until eleven, gumi’s sitter was nice enough to stay an extra hour,” ever since toji had accidentally slipped up that he’d been seeing someone megumi’s sitter has been extra generous with her time. it probably helped that she was also getting paid some very hefty overtime. you glanced at the clock on your wall reading 7:18PM. only three hours and a couple something minutes of him to yourself—it was definitely time to kick things into overdrive.

“toji?” you spoke softly, passing the blunt to him. toji hummed, taking a long drag of the blunt as he stroked your back with his free hand. you readjusted your position on his lap, your arms now wrapped securely around his neck. the next six words that came out of your mouth nearly had him busting in his pants.

“you finally gonna fuck me tonight?”

“what did you just say?” his tone was low now, boarder line growling out the words. you sighed dreamily, brushing his soft, jet black hair out of his face. “i said are you finally gonna fuck me tonight? finally gonna show me you’re not such an old man?” your manicured fingers began to scratch at his nape, making him groan. toji closed his eyes, his head falling back against the couch.

“take off your robe.”

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

“tojiii,” you whined in defeat as toji sloppily kissed, sucked, and licked at the insides of your thighs—so close yet so far from where you really needed him to be. you made a few attempts to take your thong off but toji was having none of that and slapped your hands away each time, threatening to tie your wrist together with his belt if you tried it again.

you mewled when you felt his lips finally kiss your center over your panties, his tongue lolling out to get a taste at the wetness that seeped through them. your hands were balled into fists by your side, the urge to hump his face becoming unbearable.

“lift your hips up honey,” you heard his raspy voice speak from below you. you nearly screeched in happiness as he finally slid off your soaked panties, tiny webs of your slick sticking to your pussy. you jumped the tiniest bit when you felt a warm glob of spit fall on your clit.

“relax sweetness i got you,” was all toji said before dipping his tongue between your folds, immediately moaning at the sweet yet tart taste that was you. you felt his tongue cup your clit, the movements so soft and precise and it had your eyes rolling into the back of your skull.

you’ve been with men who claim they eat pussy for their own pleasure but toji….it was like he was making love to you with just his mouth the feeling the indescribable. each gush of your essence that spilled out was quickly slurped up by his greedy mouth, his moans nearly matching the volume of yours.

he was now drawing slow circles around your clit and that was what had your legs shaking, pussy clenching around nothing as you came on his skillful tongue. “t-toji you’re so goodddd,” you whined, shoving his face impossibly closer to your pussy.

toji finally released your clit from his lips with a pop! your cum now coating the entire lower half of his face. “do it again n’ this time put a finger in…please?” your brushed your thumb over his lips, whimpering when he sucked your thumb into his mouth. he ran his pointer and middle finger between your folds before pushing his middle finger inside, cursing under his breath at the way you were already squeezing his finger so fucking tight.

“you taste just as good as you smell pretty baby, i just knew you would though,” he licked his lips, not once taking his eyes off your cunt. “why’d you keep her from me for so long huh?” he rasped, slowly adding his ring finger into the mix. you squirmed underneath him, your hips rising each time he fucked his fingers into you. “i, uh, i-i don’t know i just—”

“you just what?” he teased, now sucking your clit into his mouth once more. your mouth dropped open, thighs immediately closing around toji’s head. you gasped wetly when you felt a rough smack against your thigh, a silent warning from toji to keep them open. you shakily opened your thighs again, your hands now finding purchase in toji’s soft locs. “you still ain’t answer my question,” he hummed, now rubbing sloppy circles on your clit with his thumb.

you shook your head in defeat, physically not being able to find the words as to why you deprived him and yourself of something so so good. “you liked teasing me pretty baby? ya liked sending me home with my dick hard each time i saw you? hm?” the squelching from your pussy got louder by the minute, you second orgasm of the night quickly approaching.

“i—”

“did you like feeling wanted by me? needed by me?” toji was now using his free hand to push down on your abdomen, smirking when he saw your legs start to shake again. all you could let out was an absurdly loud ‘oh shit!’ before you were gushing around toji’s fingers, a small stream of cum landing right on his awaiting tongue. his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he slurped up every drop you had to offer him. he hadn’t even noticed he was now grinding against the couch, his dick now fully hard.

toji pushed your nightgown up your tummy so he was able to kiss his way up your soft skin until he finally made it to your lips. he brought his thumb to your chin, pushing down ever so slightly until your mouth was open. you knew that look all too well. you could see the hesitation in his eyes so you helped him out a bit by sticking out your tongue, letting him know he had the green light.

not even a second later toji let a glob of spit fall from lips and onto your awaiting tongue, a lovesick smile making its way onto his lips as you swallowed it. “c’mere,” he mumbled, pressing his forehead against yours as he shoved his tongue in your mouth. he caressed his tongue against yours, swallowing each tiny moan you let out.

“so sweet baby, even your kisses taste like honey,” he moaned against your lips, pressing his dick against your pussy. he shuddered when he felt just how warm you really were, even over his sweatpants.

“you’re so hard toji,” you whispered against his lips, your foot stretched up to push against his dick making him groan. “lemme—lemme suck you off. can i please? just a little bit?” you continued rubbing your foot against him, internally turning him into a pile of mush. toji mindlessly nodded his head, making quick work to sit back on the couch.

you stood up on shaky legs, now kneeling before toji as he stared at you like you were his prey. you hooked your fingers in the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them off with ease. toji sighed in relief when his dick finally sprung free, no longer confined by his boxers.

“your dick is so pretty,” you bit down on your bottom lip, taking just a little time to admire toji in all his glory. he was long and not only that but he was insanely thick. you grabbed his dick gently, the soft, velvety skin making your mouth water. “don’t be nervous if you can’t take all of it, i know i’m kinda big,” although he sounded apologetic the shit eating grin on his face said otherwise. you had to prove yourself now—you had to give him some fucking work now.

you licked your lips before suckling the tip in your mouth, lord he was already a damn mouthful. toji hadn’t even realized he was holding his breath until he let out a long sigh, his head slightly tilting back. you kissed and licked your way up and down his dick, trying to make it as wet as you could before taking half of him in your mouth with ease. “a-ah shit y/n w-wait oh!” the back of his head nearly knocked against the couch as you took the rest of him in your mouth.

your throat felt so tight n hot around him it had him digging his nails into his muscly thighs, nearly drawing blood. you hummed around his dick, trying to relax your throat as much as possible. you knew he was close already, you didn’t even care if he came down your throat that instant. toji felt his balls tighten and began to frantically shake his head, “y/n please i don’t wanna cum so soon. please baby please.”

you brought your hand to his balls, now gently massaging them. he wanted to pull you away he really did, but no one has ever been able to deepthroat entirely before—you were showing him a whole new world. you began to bob your head, obnoxiously sucking on the base and tip as you did. “s-shit wait—”

unfortunately for toji it was too late for him. you felt a shot of cum hit your tongue and knew you had to milk him now for everything he was worth. you focused your lips solely on the tip, moaning as cum coated your tongue. “that’s so good baby keep sucking me like that, j-jus’ like that,” he ain’t even give a fuck no more that he came so soon. he had enough stamina to give you another mouthful of cum if you wanted it.

you finally removed his dick from your mouth, now slapping the appendage against your tongue. “now what were you saying about being too big for me,” you smiled up at him, both of your hands still stroking his dick. toji kissed his teeth, a low growl rumbling in his chest. he made quick work to remove his shirt, tossing it mindlessly to the side.

“get up here and bend over the armrest,” his voice had dropped a couple octaves and although it was a little frightening it didn’t stop the wetness pooling in your core. you stood up, about to remove your nightgown but you were stopped by toji, mumbling something about how he wanted you to keep it on.

you kneeled on the couch, bending over the armrest as you arched your back as much as possible. you could hear the crinkling of foil and quickly turned around, shaking your head at toji. “i want you raw, ‘wanna feel all of you without a stupid condom,” you nibbled on your bottom lip nervously as you voiced your request. toji was still for a moment, his eyes never leaving yours.

after a moment he tossed the condom aside, his hands now finding purchase on your hips. you could feel the hot base of his dick against your pussy, and you just couldn’t help but slowly move your hips back and forth. you both moaned in unison, the grip toji had on your hips now tightening.

“put it in for me,” he grunted, pulling his hips back. you licked your hand before reaching underneath you to grab his dick, giving it a few slow pumps before positioning the tip at your entrance. toji’s face scrunched up in pleasure as your pussy swallowed up his dick with ease, the dull stinging sensation hurting you in the best way possible.

it took a few minutes but he was finally able to bottom out, the tip of his dick nearly kissing your cervix. he pulled out halfway before slamming back in, the couch shifting forward the slightest bit. “good little fucking pussy,” toji grunted, spreading your asscheeks to get a nice little view of his dick fucking into you. you were taking him sooo well he was sooo proud of you.

“how you feeling pretty baby? talk to me,” toji wrapped his hand around your neck, pulling your body into his chest. your arms immediately reached behind you to tug at his hair, each tug earning you a pretty moan from him right in your ear. “feels s’good to-toji, you’re so f-fucking deep,” you gasped violently when you felt his rough fingers begin to toy with your swollen clit.

toji nibbled at your ear, licking the shell of it before whispering, “yeah? pretty girl feels me in her tummy hm? oh yeah i can feel me rightttt there.” your body jolted when you felt toji press down on the small imprint of his dick. he tightened his grip around your throat, nearly cutting off your airway completely.

“lets play a little game hm? i can feel how close you are so m’not gonna let you breathe until i feel this pussy cumming around my dick, that okay with you?” he loosened his grip on your neck until you consented, he couldn’t help but smile proudly.

“alright pretty baby cmon, make that pussy cum for me,” he growled now increasing the pace of his thrusts. it was now very hard for you to breathe as toji tightened his hand around your throat once again, the action making your pussy squeeze toji’s dick impossibly tight. your mouth dropped open, tongue lolling out of your mouth as toji fucked you like he hated your guys. “almost there girl, i can fucking feel that shit cmon baby give it to me,” toji grasped at your breasts over your nightgown, tweaking at your sensitive nipples.

you began to feel lightheaded, your legs nearly giving out on you. you finally came with a silent scream, your pussy spasming around toji’s dick. just as you were at the height of your orgasm toji finally removed his hand from your throat allowing you to breathe. you fell against the armrest, your body going completely limp as toji milked your orgasm out of your. “goddamn you’re still cumming baby, such a good girl for me m’so proud of you,” toji was praising you left and right as stream after stream of your cum soaked his thighs and the couch.

after you were done toji let you rest for a moment, still inside you as he gently stroked your back. “you okay mama?” he whispered in your ear, giving your shoulder a soft kiss. you hummed, nodding your head and crazy enough you still wanted more.

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

“oh my goddd,” your feet kicked against the couch as toji’s bigger body pushed you further into the cushions, preventing you from moving out of his grasp. he had you in a chokehold, your drool and tears dripping onto his bicep as he fucked into you like a madman. “that’s that shit….good shit right here goddamn y/n,” toji grunted in your ear, sounding genuinely frustrated at just how good your pussy was.

my mans was completely lost in the sauce. not a thought behind his eyes besides one thing—you. your warmth, your wetness, the fact that you still smelled like a goddamn s’more even with the intense smell of sex and weed in the air. for the first time in his life toji was pussydrunk.

“m’gonna cum honey, you ready for me?” a symphony of moans and whiny yes’ poured out of your trembling lips. three more strokes and toji was letting out a pornographic moan, his teeth biting down onto the soft skin of shoulder. rope after rope of his warm cum coated your walls, so much it was beginning to leak from your pussy. “so full,” you mewled, your toes curling at the warmth that now radiated throughout your entire body.

toji wholeheartedly believes that he was a man that was born to breed a whole lotta babies because it was absolutely ridiculous at how much he came—especially right now. each time he thought he was done your pussy would squeeze him once more, milking more out of him until it was almost painful. what was even worse was the he was still hard.

that’s how he ended up taking you roughly from the side. your ass was clapping back against his pelvis n thighs so hard they turned the lightest shade of pink. “y’hear how sloppy your pussy sounds honey? makes me wanna ruin you over and over again,” he growled in your ear, gripping onto your chin to have you look at him. your eyes were closed in bliss, a trail of drool slipping from your lips and onto your chin.

toji licked at the spit on your chin before giving your face a couple quick slaps, “open your eyes n’ look at me while i fuck you. cmon pretty baby lemme see those eyes.” you cracked your eyes open immediately whimpering at toji’s intense gaze. toji slowed down his pace, now settling for slow, deep strokes. “you’re so pretty,” he whispered, nudging his nose against yours.

you gave him a weak smile, moaning when his dick hit a particularly deep spot. “can’t nobody else see you like this again except me got it? you’re my girl now. mine to hold, kiss, fuck—i want all that shit y/n. i want all of you, can i have you?” if you able to you would’ve swooned over his words, but unfortunately all your poor little fucked up brain could muster was a raspy ‘yes.’

toji gave you a sweet smile and a lil kiss before going back to his brutal pace, the couch thumping the ground with each thrust. “that’s what i like to hear honey, gonna treat you so well. make you the happiest girl in the world i promise,” and he meant it. every promise he whispered in your ear he would make sure to keep it until the end of his days. you were the one—he was sure of it.

“i’m gonna cum toji,” you whined, bringing your hand down to rub furiously at your clit. toji gave you a helping hand by spreading your lips, the squelching noise from your pussy increasing as he did so. “m’gonna cum too honey, let’s do it together cmon m’right there,” you both so so close until toji accidentally slipped out of your pussy, a pearl of cum dribbling from the tip.

you were just too wet he could barely fuck into you without slipping out once more, frustration overtaking the both you. “goddammit,” he grunted, gripping his dick tightly once again before slipping back in you—this time he just kept a hold on it. “fuck back into me baby, you can do it there you go,” toji moaned in bliss as you fucked back into him, your wetness dripping onto his knuckles.

“yes yes yes f-fuck!” you pressed your backside into him as much as possible as your orgasm took over you, his trailing not far behind. the hand he was using to hold his dick steady was now holding your leg up, gripping onto the soft flesh of your thigh as he fucked into you with shallow strokes. he came inside your pussy with a deep groan, pulling out to cover your pussy with the rest of it.

toji gently set your leg down, now pulling your trembling body into his chest. “it’s okay pretty thing we’re done now, i got you just breathe with me,” you took a couple deep breaths, running your hand along toji’s toned body just to make sure he was really there—that this really happened.

“that was good, thank you toji,” you whispered, nuzzling your face in his chest. toji kissed the crown of your head, taking yet another deep inhale of your sweet scent. “no thank you, that was the best sex i’ve ever fucking had and i mean it,” he chuckled, giving your shoulder a loving squeeze. you glanced at the clock on your wall, whining when you said it was thirty minutes till eleven.

“i guess you’ll have to get going soon hm?” you mumbled, making toji frown. toji nibbled on his lip before shaking his head, “don’t worry about it honey i’ll take care of it, you just rest up yeah?” he gave your forehead another kiss, shushing any protest you had about him having to leave.

once you were fast asleep toji reached for his phone that was on the coffee table, careful not to wake you. he dialed the sitters number, praying for the absolute best.

“mr. fushiguro! how’s your date going, will you be home soon?” toji felt horrible for what he was about to ask but he at least had to try. “it’s going good, thank you! actually i was wondering if you would stay the night with megumi? paying you overtime is no problem in fact i’ll triple it! i just wanna spend as much time with my girlfriend as i can,” sure he hadn’t properly asked you to be his woman yet but she didn’t have to know that.

the line was quiet for a moment before the sitter started laughing, “of course i wouldn’t mind saying the night with him! i haven’t seen you this giddy over a woman since mrs. fushiguro, please enjoy your night and i’ll see you in the morning!” after multiple thank you’s toji hung up, his heart swelling with happiness.

“baby….hey i’m able to stay the night im gonna take us to bed, where’s your room?” you mumbled out the directions to your room and before you knew it you were wrapped in your comforter with toji glued to your side.

[biting-miguel-ohara]

Age Difference with Logan Howlett

A/N: I hope this satisfies both the age difference and the bratting for this request. It’s not mentioned in the fic, but I wrote the Reader to be in his twenties or so.

ALSO!!! This fic is dedicated to the wonderful anon who sent me such a nice ask the other day. Thank you for your words; they were deeply appreciated. Also, bc it wouldn’t be here without them, this is dedicated to the anon who requested it. I hope it fits what you were wanting <3

Written for an ftm!Reader

Link to masterlist here

CW: bratting; implied age difference (Reader is younger than Logan); language; explicit sexual content; smut; mentioned spanking; Reader’s arousal is called slick; Logan carries Reader; Reader is called devil, pretty boy, and good boy; spanking; errrr Logan smacks Reader’s parts; Reader’s parts are called dick and hole; mentioned crying; slight fingering; Logan tastes Reader’s slick; unprotected penetrative sex; rough sex; missionary position, I think?; implied multiple rounds; implied cum eating; implied cunnilingus; no mentioned aftercare

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It starts as all your great plans do. By impulse and a touch of chaos.

“Hey. Can you get me a beer since you’re in the kitchen?”

You don’t even look up at the sound of Logan’s voice. You know he’s talking to you, but you make him say it again before glancing over at him. “Hmm? You want what?”

His eyes narrow. You know he can tell you’re up to something. “A beer. Please.”

You almost do it. Just for the addition of the please. But the chaos in you wins out. You turn away again. “Do it yourself.”

Then, just to add fuel to the fire, you add, “Old man.”

Silence. You revel in it. It’s not everyday you can get him like this.

After a few moments of you continuing to not get the beer, he stands up and gets it himself. Muttering, “Fucking brat,” on his way back.

You know you’ve gotten off lightly, but that’s not what you were wanting. No, you want to see him all riled up and pissed off. He always fucks you rough on those days.

You do it again on a mission.

“Hey, kid, can you pass me the—“

“No.” You hate it when he calls you kid. It makes you feel small. A little too young. And he usually remembers that.

“Please, can I have the—“

“Nope. Go fetch, old man.”

You can feel how much he wants to spank you. Smack you across the ass and growl out that you need to behave.

But you’re around others, so he just grunts angrily and goes to get it himself.

The final blow is when he’s in the mansion garage. It’s late. Everyone’s in bed except for him. And you, but only because you spent way too long waiting for him and now you’re pissed enough to go find him.

You lean against his workbench, watching him intently. You know he knows you’re there, but he only acknowledges you with a grunt.

Then, “Pass me that tool, will you?”

You know which tool he’s talking about. It’s literally right next to you. But you hold his gaze as you speak. “No. Get it yourself, old man.”

His jaw clenches. After a moment, he steps back from his motorcycle and brushes off his jeans. He turns to face you, gaze dark and unyielding. “You know, I’m getting real sick of your fucking attitude.”

His tone sends a thrill down your spine. All dark and growly and low. You’re not surprised to feel slick gathering in your boxers.

But he pauses. Sniffs the air. When he refocuses on you, his gaze is hungry. “So, this is a game to you, huh? You’re being a brat on purpose.”

You cross your arms, still holding his gaze. “And what if I am? We both know you can’t handle me, old— Fuck!”

He scoops you up, throwing you over his shoulder with ease. You squirm; half in discomfort, half because it’s so fucking hot. You know he knows, but still you protest. “Logan, put me down! I’m not a fucking kid!”

“You sure act like one,” he snarls back, striding purposefully through the dark halls. His hand coming up to grip your ass. “Sassing me and giving me that crap attitude. Can’t even act your fucking age for once. Gotta make me do all the goddamn work.”

“I didn’t mean—“

“I know exactly what you meant, you little devil.” His fingers dig into your ass, a subtle warning. “You meant to have some good old fun with me, didn’t you? Maybe get me all riled up so I’ll fuck you all nice and angry like.”

You keep your mouth shut this time. He knows you a little too well.

At your lack of an answer, he spanks your ass. Hard. You yelp and squirm, not expecting the blow at all. “Logan!”

“I asked you a question. Answer it.”

“Yes! Yes, that’s what I was doing!” You whimper a little. Maybe if he wasn’t carrying you, you’d give him more attitude. But in this position? You’re practically defenseless.

Not to mention, the puddle of slick in your boxers is getting uncomfortable with your pants on.

So you keep quiet, letting him carry you without issue to his room. As you pass, you’ve never been more grateful that Logan’s room is the furthest in the mansion. You can be as loud as you want without disturbing too many of the teachers.

Some of them will just have to suffer.

Logan opens the door to his room and enters. Shutting it behind him.

“You little motherfucker,” he growls, tossing you on the bed. “Strip. Now.”

You scramble to obey before you even realize you’re doing it. Pushing your pants halfway down your legs before it occurs to you to argue.

He can sense your hesitation. He lets out a low growl, eyes narrowing. You resume taking off your pants.

“That’s a good boy.”

A part of you preens at the praise. The other part wants to snark back. You just pull off your shirt and keep quiet.

Your boxers are sticky with slick. Sticky and uncomfortable. You need them off, and soon. You don’t know if you can go another moment without Logan touching you in some way.

As if on cue, Logan reaches over and hooks his fingers under the waistband of your boxers. He yanks them down, making you squirm from the sudden rush of cool air against your sensitive body.

“Logan… don’t be—“ You stop. Now is not the time for whining, especially not with that look in his eyes.

“Don’t be what?” His voice is low, a dangerous challenge. “Don’t be what, pretty boy?”

You squirm and fight back a whimper as he forces your legs up and apart. Pressing your knees to either side of your chest. Exposing you to him.

When you don’t answer, his hand comes down. Hard, right on your aching parts. You yelp, words bubbling out of you. “I was gonna say don’t be mean! But— Then I remembered—“

“You want me to be mean.” He growls, low and deep. “Fucking greedy little thing. You’re never satiated, are you? Always whining and begging after me for more.”

His hand comes down again, the wet slick coating your thighs only making the sound worse. You jolt this time, blinking back prickles behind your eyes. You know he’s trying to get you to cry. But you’re not going to give it to him so easily.

Even if you really, really want to.

His fingers swipe along you, gathering up your slick and circling around your throbbing dick. You shudder at the pleasure, whimpering softly. It feels so good after the pain.

He pops his fingers into his mouth, sucking the slick from them. He groans softly, eyes darkening at the flavor. “You taste delicious. If you weren’t so damn bratty, I’d consider feasting on you. But you had to go and be a little bastard.”

His hands move to his belt, unbuckling it and letting his pants drop to his ankles. He steps out of them, stripping out of his boxers as well.

Your mouth waters. He’s already hard, so thick and long you can practically feel him in your guts already. You wanna suck him off so bad. Make him see you could be a good boy.

But the desire for him to fuck you is even stronger.

“Please, Logan,” you whisper.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

He smirks. “Since you asked so nicely…”

He lines himself up, leaning over you. He pins your hands down, gripping your wrists firmly in one hand. “I’m going to fuck the brat right out of you. And if it doesn’t work the first time, I’ll do it again and again until you’re too cockdumb to argue.”

The threat sends a thrill down your spine. You open your mouth to say something snarky, but he pushes in. Slowly working his cock deeper and deeper into you. Splitting you open.

Your words die on your tongue, replaced by a whiny moan. You clench hard around him, making him growl and dig the fingers of his free hand into your hip.

“That’s— fuck— much better.” He grunts, slowly rolling his hips to push his cock further into your leaking hole. “God, I love the sounds you make. So desperate and needy.”

“Fuck, ahhh! Logan!” You clasp your hands together, squeezing tightly as your body takes him. It feels like heaven; being split open until you feel like you can’t possibly take any more.

He finally bottoms out, allowing you a moment to adjust to his size. Then he pulls out and slams back in, making you arch and babble. He does this a few more times; slow, strong thrusts that split you apart and go so deep you swear his dick must be reaching your stomach.

Then he picks up the pace, and your mind turns to mush. You can’t think, can’t moan, can’t do anything but babble out cries of his name. You’re arching, writhing, squirming desperately to be able to hold onto him.

But he keeps your hands pinned firmly down. Speeding up until he’s fucking you roughly. Like you’re nothing but a thing for him to use.

“That’s my good fucking boy,” he snarls out. “Taking me so well.”

You can feel your orgasm mounting. Building and rising until you’re begging, pleading, and finally sobbing for him to let you cum. You know better than to cum without permission, especially when he’s all riled up like this.

“Cum for me, you little brat. Cum for me like a good boy.”

You clamp down on him, squeezing him as your orgasm hits. You arch and cry out, your vision going fuzzy.

A moment later, you relax into a puddle. Melting into the sheets as he continues to fuck you. Making you whine softly from the shocks of pleasure and warmth seeping through you.

With one last big thrust and a snarl of your name, Logan pulls out, cumming all over your dick and hole. He pants, releasing your wrists to drag a hand down his face. “Fuck.”

He sounds out of breath, but his eyes smolder with embers of heat. “You did good.”

You give him a lazy grin, stretching a bit. “Wanna clean me up? Or am I still too much of a brat for that?”

He huffs, a low growl in his tone. “Oh, I’ll clean you up alright. I’m making good on my promise. I’m fucking that attitude right on out of you.”

For a moment, you’re sure he has to be joking. You’re already weak from the strength of your first orgasm. He’s not really gonna make you go again, right?

But as he moves to lay between your legs, a couple things become clear. One, you’re in for a long, long night.

And two? He looks way too good between your legs.

[marvelobsessed134]

bucky x slutty!maid!reader?? i have been thirsting over this for 2 days. like imagine getting hired to clean the avengers tower and either tony gives you a slutty uniform because he’s a perv or you just like to show skin. and bucky gets increasingly sexually frustrated as he watches you clean while your skirt rides up or your tits come *that* close to slipping out of your top or something. and it makes him just that more feral bc he hasn’t gotten any since the 40s? and to counteract these feelings that develop deeper he acts like the biggest dicl to you?

The one with the slutty maid and sexually frustrated super soldier

Pairings: Dom!Bucky Barnes x Sub!Reader

Warnings: smut, no foreplay just straight to it, sergeant kink, subtle dub con?, slight breeding kink.

You’ve been hired to work at the avengers tower as a maid. And so far it’s been pretty good. Minus the fact that your boss-Tony Stark-is kind of a perv and gave you a very revealing sexy maid outfit to wear. But you dont mind since the pay is good.

Little did you know that you’ve caught the eye of a certain super soldier. Bucky had grown increasingly frustrated with the way you just walked around in that little maid outfit. 40 years of no sexual activity had driven him mad. And he couldn’t take it anymore.

So one day when it was conveniently just you and Bucky at the tower and you were bending over to water a plant, the soldier snuck up behind you and caressed your ass. It startled you a bit, and you quickly stood up and turned around.

“Mr. Barnes!” You squealed.

The brunette then caressed your face, looking deep into your eyes, “None of that ‘Mr. Barnes’ stuff honey. You call me Sergeant. Do I make myself clear?” His demanding tone caused a certain feeling between your legs.

You couldn’t help but obey to his every whim. “Yes Sergeant.” You whispered helplessly. A wicked grin spread across his face as his hand traveled south, lifting up your little skirt and rubbed you outside your white, cotton panties.

“Already so wet and I’ve barely done anything sweetheart,” he cooed, “have you been thinking about your Sergeant fucking you?” He teased.

You nodded, no words being able to come out of your mouth. He gripped your jaw with his metal hand. You looked into his dark blue eyes. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes Mr- I mean Sergeant. I do think about you fucking me.” You cried pathetically.

“Bend over the couch.” He commanded and you did as he said, bending over the large arm of the expensive couch. You heard the faint sound of him unbuckling his pants, and soon enough you felt him rip your panties off your skin. The soldier smacked your ass before lining his cock up to your entrance, entering you slowly.

You hissed at the stretch, he’s big. “Ooh Sergeant!” You hissed.

“Stay still, doll. Let me play with you.” His voice was dark and weakened you. He slowly but surely began to thrust into you harder, gripping your hips for more control. You were a moaning mess, feeling him slide in and out of you with such ease since your pussy was dripping.

You gripped the couch cushions, “Please Sergeant! I’m gonna cum!”

“Yeah? You’re gonna cum doll? Go ahead baby I’m right behind you.” You clenched around him and ended up squirting all over his dick. Bucky moaned at that, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge. “Please Bucky, I need you. Need you to fill me up!” He hardly registered the fact you used his name because he was cumming inside you, relishing in the pleasure.

“Gonna be so full with my babies, Y/n.”

[archangeldyke-all]

one thing i really love about sevika is that she’s reserved but she doesn’t mince words and always says what she means. soooooo what about sevika who cannot shut up when she’s fucking you buuuut it’s all practically incoherent bc of how good you make her feel?

yesssssss!!!!! i also got this ask too so i'm gonna combine them:

idk how to describe this fantasy but pls pls pls can you make sevika to carry reader against the wall and fuck hard w her strap!!!

men and minors dni

"'m home, babe!" sevika calls. you blink your eyes open, rising from the bed where you'd been napping, a smile coming across your lips. finally, you think as you race out of bed into the living room where sevika's hanging up her poncho.

at the sight of you, she seemingly melts. her shoulders fall, a long sigh leaves her chest, and in two long strides she's wrapping you up into a warm, bone-crushing hug. you hum and wrap your arms around her, pressing kisses against her neck.

"how was your day?" you ask. sevika's busy taking deep inhales against your neck, soaking up the smell of you. "sev?" you ask. she grunts against your neck.

"horrible." you pull away only far enough so you can cup her face in your hands.

"poor baby." you say, gently kissing her pouting lower lip. she hums. "how can i help you? want dinner? could draw you a bath... back massage?" you offer, gently scratching at sevika's scalp. she smirks, her hands trailing down to fondle your ass. you chuckle.

"could let me fuck you against this wall." she says.

fuck, she's always saying shit like that. always saying exactly what she's thinking with no hesitation, no embarrassment, and grinning at your flustered reactions.

she chuckles, her mouth three inches from yours as she watches your eyes widen and your jaw drop as you gasp. she swoops down to kiss you, sliding her tongue into your open mouth and moaning as your tongue meets hers. she slowly backs you up until you're pressed against the wall, shoving one of her thighs between yours.

"well?" she grunts, her hands at your hips grinding you against her thigh. you chuckle.

"dunno baby. you seem pretty tired from work. are sure you can hold me up for that lo--ah!" you screech as sevika rolls her eyes and hoists you up, wrapping your thighs around her waist and pinning you to the wall. she chuckles at you as you scramble to cling onto her.

"well?" she asks again, grinding against your cunt with small little circles. you shudder. "wanna watch your cunt drip around my cock, honey, 's that okay?" she mumbles, her eyes pinned onto where her clothed hips are grinding against the thin fabric of your underwear. you squeak against her at her words. she grins, her eyes snapping up to look at your face.

"sev." you whine. "come on." you say. she chuckles.

"hold on, honey." she says. you cling onto her as one of her arms releases your ass to pull her pants down, her cock springing free as she pulls your panties to the side. she grinds her cock against your dripping folds, her free hand coming back up to hold you securely. "fuck. you're drippin' already." she grunts. you whimper.

"missed you today." you say in explanation. sevika groans, her dick catching on your rim momentarily.

"fuckin' missed you too." she whispers. "c-can i--?"

"please, sev, fuck." you say, nodding. she grunts, and in one clean thrust, she's sliding her cock into your cunt to the hilt.

you both gasp. sevika whimpers and you shiver against the wall. "your cunt's just-- fuck." she grunts. "fuckin' perfect." she says. it's all you get from her before she's smashing her lips against yours and pounding into you.

her hips are repeatedly smacking against your ass, the loud clapping is the only sound in the apartment beside your whimpers and sevika's aborted curses. between the intermittent kisses she's pressing against your lips, she's got her forehead pressed to yours, both of you breathing against each other's mouths.

as good as she is at dirty talk, once she's inside you she's an incoherent mess.

"i'm gonna-- shit." sevika grunts. "fuck, fuck, fuck." she whispers. you gasp against her.

"what, baby?" you tease. she groans, clawing her nails into your ass.

"gonn-ah!" she whimpers when you clench around her cock. she glares at you and you smirk.

"y're so cute sev." you whisper. "too needy for this pussy to talk, huh?" you tease. she scowls at you.

"i'm not, you just-- fuck!" she huffs, burying her face into your neck. you giggle against her. "shut up!" she growls. she's bouncing you on her cock, using you like a fucktoy, letting out little whimpers and whines against your throat as she nips and kisses it.

"'s okay baby. you don't gotta talk to fuck me right. shit, you're gonna make me cum!" you gasp. sevika groans.

"y-yes." she whimpers against your neck. "on me, please, cum on my cock, i need it, honey, i need--"

"shit, sev, don't stop--"

"not gonna, not gonna, 's okay,"

"fuck!" you scream. sevika chuckles and bites your throat as you cum around her cock. she keeps fucking you through it, giggling and smiling against your throat.

"good girl." she grunts. you tug her hair as you gasp.

"you close?" you whimper out as sevika continues to pound into you. she grunts and nods and you smile, clenching your cunt around her cock as best as you can. "inside me." you demand. sevika whimpers, her grip on your ass tightening even more.

"shut--"

"come on, baby, cum inside me. knock me up, get me pregnant." you moan into her ear. she whimpers.

"shut the fuck--"

"breed me, sev. this pussy's all yours." you whisper.

sevika cums with a shout and a shocked look on her face as she fills you up. you smile in pleasure, running your hands through her hair as she gasps and twitches below you. you chuckle as the last waves of her orgasm wash over her and she glares at you.

"fucker." she grunts. you giggle.

"'s so hot how needy you get for me." you say with a smile. she chuckles.

"wanted to make you cum again before i did." she complains. you giggle and kiss her.

"i know. but i like seeing your o-face." you tease. sevika huffs a laugh as she gently sets you back onto the floor. she pulls out of you and chuckles as she watches her cum slide down your thighs.

"come on. gonna take you to the bedroom and lick you clean. 'm not done with you tonight." sevika grunts as she tugs you away from the wall. you giggle and wrap your arms around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her lips.

"i love you." you say. she smiles sweetly, all the lust in her eyes evaporating as a toothy grin takes over her face.

"i love you too." she says.

"i love how stupid you get when you're inside me." you add on. sevika groans and rolls her eyes, then stoops down to hoist you over her shoulder and carry you to the bedroom. you squeal and giggle the whole way.

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[sinsinsininning]

A little bit softer

Chapter 6

Eustass Kid x crewmate!fem!Reader

TW: drinking, gambling, swearing

A/N: this one is really short bc I’m a little run down from life rn. Next one will be a bit spicier

Also I have no idea why I kept Jon around this long, he’s a very generic looking guy, I picture him as the sorta boring hot a lot of people get away with.

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The bar is loud.

You slow down on the drinks before departing from Kid, your stool quickly taken up by a pretty lady who draped herself over him. He didn’t bother to shake her off, she’d run off eventually, he was still in a foul mood.

Hip and House were in a booth in the far corner, watching Quincy and Pomp dance to the heavy music. You slip in beside them, leaning against Hip as your lack of sleep and booze caught up with you. House laughs, sharp and high like a fox.

“You look fucked.” She giggles, you swat at her across the table, but the blow was half hearted. Hip pulls you back to lean on her again.

“Maybe you should head home?” She suggests. “It’s not that late, you could catch up on some sleep.”

“Nah, I’m beat but I’m still…” You trail off, tapping your fingers against the table. You didn’t know what it was but it’s like you were wired. Maybe it was the drinks or the bartender’s flirting.

Or Kid calling you pretty. Plenty pretty at that.

You decide it must be the booze and the bartender. House rakes her eyes up and down you, grinning.

“You look antsy, got something on your mind?” She teases.

“Yeah, I’m feeling kinda,” You glance at the bar, hoping to catch sight of Jon. “I think I’m gonna try to fuck the bartender.” You finally announce, Hip spits her drink out, you flinch away from the spray.

“What the fuck?” She shouts, wiping her mouth, eyes wide. House is cackling across from you, worse yet all the noise attracts Quincy and Pomp back to the table. You flush under the attention. “Why the fuck would you fuck him?”

“Wait! Who’s she fucking?” Quincy raises her hand and waves it.

“Yeah, I’m lost.” Pomp chimes in, you smack his arm and try to push him out of the booth.

“The bartender!” Hip shouts.

“Why is it so shocking? He’s hot and he was flirting with me! I just have to ask him and it’ll be fine!” You were drunk, no doubt, because you would never talk about this sober.

No matter how much you flirted and joked, there was always a line of seriousness and you never went over it. Until now.

“You’ve got so many options though!” Hip whines. “Your outta his league.” You shook your head and glare at her.

“That’s what Kid said!” You gesture towards the bar again. “Like am I blind? The guy is hot. You’re all blind.” The group bursts into giggles as House finally stops laughing.

“Wait Kid said what?” She asks, smacking Quincy’s arm to shut her up.

“I said that I thought the bartender was cute and he said I’m too pretty for him, or something like that.” You slur out the words like it was obvious.

“Kid called you pretty?” Hip gasped, you stare at her and nod once, the motion made your head swim. “Oh shit! Pay up bitches!!!” You swing your head around the table as everyone begrudgingly hands over a few Berries to the smiling blonde.

“Wha-What’s happenin’?” You hiccup. House is laughing again and you try to kick her but miss and stub your toe hard. “Fuck!”

“Nothing!” Hip answers quickly. “Sooooo you think the bartenders cute?” She half stands up so she can see him better, he sees her and starts to come over, assuming she wants to order.

“Oh fuck,” Pomp whisper shouts. “We gotta get rid of him.” You nudge him again.

“Why?”

“No reason!” Hip pulls you back to her as Jon arrives at the table, he smiles widely at you and you wave back.

“You guys need another round?” He asks.

“Yes! Another round of beer please!” House shouts, louder than she actually needs to, a nervous smile on her face. Jon glances at you once more.

“What about you, gorgeous? Beer or a refill of your rum and coke?” He’s only focused on you, it makes you flush, the attention is nice.

“Beers fine-”

“She taken!” Quincy shouts, then covers her mouth.

“Oh?”

“No I’m not. What?” You mind is slow to catch up, scrunching your face at her. Jon laughs a little and shifts on his feet.

“She definitely is!” House adds in.

“Yeah? Is it the angry redhead at the counter?” He grins at you.

“Kid? No he’s my-”

“Yup! That’s him!” Pomp is the one who cuts you off this time. Jon keeps grinning at your confused face, like he was in on a joke about you. You frowned harder now.

“That makes sense, he was pretty insistent on paying for your drinks earlier.” He whistled lowly, you can barely hear it. “Surprised he hasn’t decked me yet.”

“Wait he paid for your drinks?” House asks, eyes wide, you nod slowly still confused. “When?”

“Uh earlier?”

“Before or after he called you pretty?”

“Before?”

House and Quincy let out a whoop, high fiving each other. Hip grumbles as she fished out the Berries they’d just given her back out and to their outstretched palms. The pair cheer again and split the cash.

“Well lemme go grab those drinks. Be right back.” Jon says as he’s waking away. You stare after him while your group congratulate each other.

“Why’d you say I’m taken?” You ask the table.

“Well… just to protect you, ya know?” House says.

“You’re drunk and we don’t want him creeping on you.” Hip rubs your back and you glare at her. Sure you’re drunk but not nearly as much as they normally get, you’ve seen all of them run off with someone blitzed out of their mind before. Why’d it be any different for you?

“I wanted to fuck him even when I was sober though.” You say, but the group pretends not to hear you as Jon returns. He places your drink last, giving you one last wink before leaving.

You get up after him, stepping over Pomp who tries to block you, but you push past him. It takes you two steps to catch up with Jon, you grab him arm to twist him around.

“Hey!” You flinch at your own shout, not meaning to be so loud. He’s lost the flirty smirk, his face neutral. “I’m not taken and I- I am interested.”

“You sure?” He asks unconvinced, but his eyes are lit up now. “You’re friends seem pretty sure you’re not.”

“I don’t know why they did that. I’m not with Kid or anyone else.” You state firmly, you don’t really want to ask him to bed outright, but at least you can clarify your status.

“I get it,” He chuckles and you move a little closer to hear him. “They’re looking out for you. But I’m 93% sure they’re rooting for you and the grumpy guy.” He gestures subtly behind you, though you’re anything but as you whip your head to look. Kid is watching with hard eyes, a look he usual reserved for when a fight is about to break out. The pretty lady from earlier is still there, leaning over him.

You laugh when you turn back to him, shaking your head slowly at his behavior. He’s got a hottie for the night, why couldn’t you get your own?

“I don’t know why they’re like this.” You sigh. “But like I said, I’m interested if you are.” That was as outright as you could say it, red cheeks betraying your embarrassment.

“My shift is over at 1. Clear your head and if you’re still around, I’ll come to you.” He offers and you’re a little grateful you have some time to sober up.

“1 o’clock. Gotcha!” You’re grinning back at him now. He nods and turns to go back to work, then pauses to look back at you with a grin.

“Oh and just so you’re aware. I’m pretty sure your friends are betting on your love life.” He throws out then strides off, you almost laugh. Instead you turn back to your group, they’re all watching, tense and ready to pounce.

“Stop betting on me!” You shout as you return, smack each one on the head as you sit.

[thejujvtsupost]

Hi! I saw your requests and can I just ask a little red riding hood au where reader is little red and geto/gojo/nanami/toji are the wolves that eat you (out).

[They don't have to be literal wolves but just as wild. U can pick one but if you want to write for more than one it would be great]

Good Enough To Eat 18+ mdni

Anon your brain is beautiful! This was originally for Halloween, but my I present: full moon Nanami 😌

Notes: F!reader, sex in the woods, prey/predator play(+dom/sub?), oral (F receiving), light breeding kink bc it’s Nanami, minor injuries, reader is consenting/discussed beforehand- consent is v sexy!

Someone did a public service and pulled an audio of Nanami’s heavy breathing and I need to be euthanized. I’d also like to dedicate this to @pseudowho because they’re always on top of the Kento Agenda and sharing the audio with them was a MUST. Like that’s literally our husband. 💗

You weren’t sure how long you were running with your picnic basket but you couldn’t catch your breath.

You couldn’t stop, either.

What started out as a simple evening picnic in the woods with your lover turned into a chase, as you ran for your life.

Kento… Kento was different from other husbands…

His unique qualities weren’t a hindrance to your relationship aside from the few times a year his instincts took over- and the heightened senses around the full moon. Even then, you both were so careful to avoid any accidental injuries. His body was far stronger than yours, with his heightened strength and lack of restraint being around him during his most vulnerable moments was dangerous.

“You can’t run forever, my love. I can smell you…”

Despite his taunts you refused to respond. He would catch up eventually but you didn’t want to make things worse by alerting him with your voice.

Unfortunately, between the blood pounding in your ears and lack of oxygen in your lungs, you lost your balance and tripped over an exposed tree root- with a twisted ankle, you were now dinner.

“Poor thing, that looked painful. Let me see it.”

Kento sounded calm but you knew the truth. Inside he was a simmering, insatiable, beast that already expressed its intentions of eating you.

He was getting closer and closer with his inhuman speed, you tried to get up and run but he had you pinned face down to the forest floor in seconds. Fuck.

“Got you.”

His voice was raspy in your ear as he started mouthing at your neck, “Gonna take you apart right here, right now. Feel how ready I am to take you?”

And you did, his cock was straining in his pants when he harshly ground against your ass. Impatiently, he pulled your hips up and adjusted your legs, keeping a hand on your back to maintain a good arch. The draft of the cool night air hit the back of your thighs, reaching higher when Kento flipped your dress up.

“No panties huh? You like being a wet whore don’t you? Running through the woods from a beast and leaking from your cunt.” He leaned down to inhale your scent close to the source and growled. “This pretty cunt needs filled up.”

You couldn’t help but feel a little bit of shame at how turned on you were by all of it.

A high pitched mewl left you as his tongue flicked across your clit from the back, feeling the way it throbbed each time it lashed against you. His lips sealed around your sensitive nub, alternating between slurping up your growing arousal and suckling your clit.

Your body was on fire, pussy clenching, needy for him to fill you. “Kento please!”

With one last smack of his lips he moved his body over yours, completely dwarfing you under him and tangling your fingers together. “Gonna get you full of me, breed this pretty pussy.” His cock brushed against your folds for a moment before he thrusted into you in a single breath.

If you weren’t so wet, the stretch wouldn’t be as pleasant. Unlike now, when your eyes were rolling back from the feeling.

You could feel his cock grow harder, stretching you, his swollen tip rubbing against the spongy spot in your cunt, making you leak around him.

He’s panting in your ear, needing you to milk his cock, your whimpered moan of his name only spurring him on more. He moved your legs higher to fuck you deeper, thrusting into you in the most animalistic manner you’ve ever experienced with him. With every pass, he hit his target. You knew your knees would be bruised by morning and it would be a welcomed mark.

His grunting and panting rivaled your moans as you grew close to your peak- he wasn’t far behind you with the way your cunt was fluttering and slicking.

“Kento- gonna!” You couldn’t finish your sentence before you released around his cock, soaking the dirt beneath your bodies.

“Yeah that’s it, come baby.” He roared, spilling his spend into you with a few sloppy thrusts before stilling, his cock throbbing with its own heartbeat, an endless stream of cum filling your pussy.

He pulled out once his breath was even and carefully flipped you over, “Are you okay, sweetheart? Hurt anywhere?”

Your eyes were still glassed over when you smiled all dreamy at him. “We gotta do that again.”

Kento fixed his clothes with a chuckle and gathered you in his arms, putting the little picnic basket in your hands as he carried you back to the car.

He buckled you in and held your hand to his lips when he got in the drivers seat. “How about a hot bath and some ice for that ankle when we get home?”

While worth it, you’d definitely feel deliciously sore tomorrow, deciding then to take the day off work.

[tojisun]

till the end of time

jake sully x fem na’vi reader

!! fluff and smut - minors dni; slight dumbification but it’s super slight; praise kink; kind of cockwarming; age gap (mid 20s vs late 30s); daddy issues // 1.1k words

: speeding through this during my break bc happy birthday king 😭🫶🏼; hows jake not 40 i need him 40; im so in love w this man; this is purely self-indulgent pls dont mind me (although i hope you guys would still luv it!!); title from blue jeans - lana

jake blinks, trying to take in the view. he turns to you, watching the way you fidget under his stare, your cheeks turning a beautiful hue of purple as your shyness kicks in. 

“love?” he asks, clearing his throat when it cracks. he sees you smile at hearing his choked up voice and and jake moves to stand beside you when your silence drags on. “c’mon sweetheart, wanna hear your pretty voice.”

you huff, rolling your eyes at him, apparently still not used to his compliments. jake wonders how you could even doubt him – you are so fucking beautiful.

(he spent days posturing against the other suitors who wanted you, proving to everyone that what you needed was a capable mate. not a boy who is still wet behind his ears or a young warrior who can only hunt a yerik at best. you needed someone who’s competent, someone who can spoil you rotten – you needed someone like him.

getting to hear you say you love him back almost made him catatonic. it’s all he ever wanted, and yet it seemed too good to be true. but isn’t that who you are? too beautiful, too kind, too smart to be true? but there you were, beaming like the sun, pouring your heart out to him. 

jake remembers shaking as he took you in his arms, tucking you under his chin and telling you, “god, baby, i fucking love you too.”).

“it’s for you, skxawng,” you say, giggling. then, you pause, breathing in deeply, before whispering, “happy birthday, ma’jake.” 

(jake doesn’t remember the last time he celebrated his birthday with someone, or celebrated it at all. the days hadn’t stopped blending together, piling them into immeasurable hours of loneliness.

it was a lot better here in pandora – concrete and cold metal replaced with the tenderness of nature; indifference chased away by unabashed honesty. the people love beautifully, jake knows, but it seemed like even that could not chip away the cold settling in his chest.

then, you came into his life, bright like a star and gentle like the wind. and, just like that, jake no longer remembers how it is to be alone, to not live without love. to not have a life without you.)

jake can almost feel himself choke with the weight of his love and he crosses past the beautiful spread laid out before the two of you and wraps you in his arms. your laugh rings within the space you two share and jake feels his cheeks straining at the stretch of his smile. 

“you make me the happiest man in the universe right now, sweet girl,” he says, pressing his lips on the crown of your head, breathing you in. he sways you two, dancing to the tune of the forest, the sound of home, and jake thinks this must be the happiest he’ll ever be.

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“jesus, baby girl,” jake groans, burrowing his face on the crook of your neck, his hot breath sending goosebumps rising across your skin. “fuckin’ you really makes me feel young again.”

you giggle at his words, jolting you out of the throes of your pleasure. you smack at his shoulder, squealing when jake sinks his fangs into your skin in retaliation. 

“jake, please!” you squirm, his weight pressing down onto you deliciously. you feel his tail loop around your ankle, holding tight, and you huff when jake refuses to budge. 

your hand rises, ready to deliver another smack, when jake begins to move. there is so little space for him to use, and yet it doesn’t seem to deter him – his hips press close to your pelvis, almost melding his skin into yours, rolling them slowly, torturously, the thick head of his cock digging into your spasming walls.

your words fail you, drawn out moans purring from the base of your throat. your eyes roll back into your skull, your vision spinning until all you can see is white. your sensitive ears ring with static and yet it all sounds so muted. distant. it’s so good, it’s too much.

“oh, yawne,” jake’s croon pierces through the whirlpool of pleasure crashing into you. “did i break you, sweetheart?”

you respond, you think. you are unsure, too busy clenching around jake’s cock, savouring the feeling of being filled. 

he chuckles, something that is too soft for what he’s doing to you. 

“i did, ‘lright.” jake noses along your neck, mingling his scent with yours. “what did this old man do to ever deserve you?” your head lolls to the side at his prompting, your breath hitching at feeling jake’s tongue lapping along the bruises he made. 

“you’re not old,” you sniffle, screwing your eyes shut again when jake pulls out slowly. you feel your walls clamping down onto his cock in protest and you whine, mirroring your body’s desires, clawing his back at the dizzying pleasure.

jake’s muffled laughter reverberates from where his mouth is pressed onto your skin. “shh, sweetheart, i’ll make you feel good, i promise.”

jake shifts slightly, pulling himself up from your front and instantly, coolness slithers in the slight space between you two. you already miss his warmth, his weight. you pout up at him but jake just shakes his head, pitching forward to place a soft kiss on your temple.

“my needy mate,” jake says, his voice heavy with tenderness. your heart flutters at the sound, feeling your cheeks burn at his attentive gaze. his lips part, a quiet gasp escapes as he watches you, then he surges forward and kisses you.

the kiss is messy, rushed, like jake is trying to claim every part of you - from your breath to your heartbeats. you nip at his bottom lip, eager to mirror his fervour, giggling as you swallow jake’s responding groan. his hands leave your hips to cup your jaw, both thumbs rubbing just below your eyes, gentle, unlike the frantic kiss.

your lips are throbbing when he finally pulls away, his forehead bumping yours. you hear his smile more than you see it, and you feel yourself following, quiet laughter spilling between yourselves, mingling with the air.

the desperation and the crashing desire to mate ebbs into something softer. something more tender. the passion is still there, the intensity burning from deep within, but it is echoing ever so gently, like time stopped and all that’s left is the two of you.

“i love you, ma’jake,” you tell him, your stomach flipping like you are confessing all over again. 

jake presses a soft kiss on your lips. “i love you more, sweetheart,” he says, like always. 

[altschmerzes]

I'm going to be cheeky and give you a couple to chose from (or do them all if you're so incline) Cuddle - wriggle up Cry - wriggle up Break - wriggle up Weak - hold me like my mother made me just for you Strong - hold me like my mother made me just for you Moan -hold me like my mother made me just for you

please by all means i welcome cheekiness in my inbox especially with ask games thank you!!!! these were very fun

hold me like my mother made me just for you clips posted here

and for wriggle up!!!

cuddle (pretty far ahead, after 3x06 in the wriggle up timeline. jamie lives with ted, roy stays the night sometimes and it's to the point where he just crashes in ted's room with him when he does, they are. very much coparenting.)

When Jamie comes to Ted’s bedroom doorway that night, Roy has been expecting it. He doesn’t do this all that often, and it’s sometimes hard to predict when he will, but Roy had a feeling tonight was going to be one of those nights. It’s been a horrible, exhausting, heartbreaking day and frankly Roy himself is so relieved to see him standing there, shuffling from foot to foot and hesitating before coming inside even though he’s lived here for close to a year, that he feels a bit lightheaded with it. For any number of what he would call obvious reasons he hadn’t pushed it, hadn’t volunteered the offer directly, but Roy had wanted it — had thought, though he wouldn’t breathe a word of it for fear of putting some kind of pressure on Jamie, that he didn’t know if he would be able to sleep at all without Jamie there. This is not about him, as he keeps very firmly reminding himself, but Roy can’t imagine getting any kind of rest without his and Ted’s kid cuddled safely between them where nothing in the world could reach him.

the remainder under a cut for post length and also bc there's direct references to child abuse in the next clip

cry

The man always hated it when Jamie cried — that or he found it funny. It was a coin-toss, depending on the day. If it’s a funny day then he’ll get laughed at, loud and amused right in his face, Aww, is ickle baby Jamie having a cry, did something hurt your wee feelings? If it’s an angry day then he probably won’t get smacked — not yet anyway. Not in public. James will grab his arm and his fingers will dig in tight enough to leave bruises and he’ll hiss, Gonna make a fool out of me in front of my mates and all these people, let them all know my son’s a pussy? Want them all to think I raised a pathetic little bitch and not a man, do you? And then as soon as they were alone he’d get it: a quick, sharp slap or a backhand across his mouth, blood blooming against his teeth, reprimanding him for the shame of it.

break

Ted hadn’t missed what she said last night. I’d never seen it that bad, Shannon had said to Jamie in her desperate attempt to justify why she had made that phone call when it was the last thing he wanted her to do. I’d never seen it that bad. She had seen it, though. Ted figured they all must have at some point seen something but having it confirmed is different and it breaks his heart. Somehow, he still has enough pieces of his heart left to break. The thought of this group of kids seeing their friend hurt and never quite knowing how much danger he was in when he went home, unable to help him until it got so bad that one of them had to betray the grave pact of adolescent friendship and tell his secret to an adult, does the job.

[tonysslut]

Imagine Jealous!Tony taking you home during a gala to fuck you bc he hates seeing another man touch you 🤤

Also it’s Beefy!Tony so 👀👀👀

this is just so 😏😏

Summary: Tony gets possessive when he sees you interacting with another man at his gala

Warning: Dom!Tony, rough sex, dirty talk, marking, squirting, breeding kink, possessiveness.

W/C: 1k. Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

Tony Stark Masterlist

Tony tightens his grip on your arm when you try to squirm away as he drags you down the secluded hallway. You weren’t sure why he was so upset. Everything was going fine, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves as Tony was making his rounds around the place to make sure he was able to talk to all those who were interested in making deals. 

He had just started negotiating another deal when he saw you across the room, by the bar, with a man caressing your arm and laughing. What the fuck?

He cuts the conversation short and walks straight to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you away before you have a chance to protest, or excuse yourself. He wasted no time in dragging you out to the car, speeding through the city to get you home and into his bed. 

“Why are you so upset?” You question when you finally free your arm from his grip. “I was doing what you asked me to do.” 

“No.” He flares his nostrils. “I asked you to be polite, not to flirt and engage in a full conversation with a man who was only thinking about fucking you!” 

You furrow your brow in confusion. That man didn’t want to fuck you. He was just being kind. “I wasn’t flirting, Tony.” 

Your words just worked him up more. He’s quick to flip you around and roll up the back of your dress. You are met with a loud smack, which is immediately followed by a sensation of heat and stinging on your cheek. You involuntarily moan. 

“I’m the only one that can look at you like that. The only one who can touch you, make you laugh, and have your pretty little cunt wrapped around my cock.” He accentuates each phrase with a harsh slap. “Understood?” 

You whimper out a meek ‘yes’, but that’s not enough for Tony, so he lands another smack on your already red cheek.

“Yes! I understand” You cry out, clit throbbing with need. 

Tony rips  your panties to shreds, manhandling you until he's got your legs wrapped around his waist, pressing you against the cool wall. Lining his cock up with your entrance, he thrusts up, not giving you any time to adjust as he sets his brutal pace. 

He towers over you as he fucks you. Making you feel so small, his big hands hold your hips, moving you how he wants, using you for his pleasure. Your jaw drops, eyes screwed shut at the intensity. His heavy grunts fill the hallway. 

“You’ve already gone dumb, huh?” He says in a mocking tone.

You whine at his words, your nails digging into his back to keep yourself upright. He brings one hand up to your throat, squeezing enough to make your head dizzy. His other hand grips your thigh so tight, you’re sure it’ll leave a bruise. But you love it, you want to be covered in his marks,

“Who owns your pussy, baby?” His deep voice makes a new wave of arousal wash over you.

“Y-You! You own me!” You moan, throwing your head back against the wall. 

Tony takes the opportunity to kiss down your neck, sucking dark bruises as he makes his way down to your chest, pulling the top of your dress down till your tits spill out. A gasp leaves your lips when he sucks your nipple into his mouth, tongue circling around the hardened nub before gently biting and tugging on it. 

You can feel your orgasm quickly building up; Tony feels it as well and deepens his movements, kissing your cervix with every thrust. It’s overwhelming how good he’s making you feel. 

“Right there. God, Tony, please don’t stop.” He pulls away from your chest, resting his forehead against yours. His hot breathes fans against your lips, eyes locked with yours. You grab his face and kiss him, feeling his push his tongue past your lips to massage against yours. 

“I can feel your little pussy squeezing me. Make a mess, soak me.” He says, pulling away to push two fingers into your mouth, which you instantly suck on. Once they’re coated with your spit, he brings them down your swollen clit, rubbing quick circles that makes you scream out in pleasure. 

Your orgasm hits you hard, causing your legs to shake around his waist, mouth agape, eyes rolled back to your head as he coaxes you through it at a breakneck pace. Your arousal coating his dress shirt, making it almost see through. One orgasm blends into another, and it’s all too much, but Tony doesn’t care, and you’re far too gone to make any protests. 

“I’m gonna cum, princess. Fill your little pussy up, fuck a baby into you.” He feels you clench at his words, a smirk decorating his face. “You’d like that, huh? Wanna be bred? Be nice and round with my fucking baby?” The filth just rolls off his tongue, and another orgasm rips through you at the thought of him breeding you. 

Your unexpected orgasm brings him to his release, dropping his face to your neck with a groan as he empties himself inside you, coating your velvet walls. His seed seeps out of your cunt as he prolongs his high, slow thrusts to feel you clench with aftershocks. 

He places gentle kisses on your neck, making his way up to your lips. You both hiss as he pulls out, feeling the cool air hit your bare cun causes you to shiver.  He kisses you three times and places his forehead on yours with a breathy laugh

“D’you think you can walk?” He asks as he unwraps your legs from his waist, gently placing you on the ground. Your legs wobble as you try to stand on your own, feeling Tony wrap his arm around you to keep you from falling. 

“No. I can barely feel my legs.”you say, clutching his arm.. 

“Good.” He says with a smirk, “Now let’s go back out there so everyone can see who you belong to.” 

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[fatuismooches]

suzu bubs !! hi hi !!

aaa it's been a long while since my last visit to your inbox. how've you been faring? i hope all is okay for you at the very least and in case it hasn't; i am giving you all the tight virtual hugs to ever exist ⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾ you are doing amazing even while trying~

i have seen your reblogs of old posts and asks you responded to and the nostalgia attack i got smacked across the face with ;; all the fluff was needed after my little piece of essay length kuni brainrot i've been meaning to share with you that was just everything but fluff www

to compensate, here's a little incorrect quote with none other than everyone's favorite sixth harbinger ~

scaramouche: the other night; (name) kept brushing my hair with their fingers then touched my cheek while i slept. are they plotting to kill me?

tartaglia: ...they just love you, dumbass.

sending you lots of love friend !! gentle reminder to take care, stay safe as well as treat yourself to at least two meals a day and staying hydrated ^-^ another gentle reminder that no matter how little you did today, big and small, you are doing an incredible job (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ♡

— with love and more little tea parties to come, ayame.

HI BELOVED YAME!! <3 I MISSED YOUR CUTE LIL ASKS TOO!! 😭💖 As for me, I'm doing pretty good, just existing out here tbh (definitely not ready to face my enemy which is the summer heat!) I hope you are doing good as well! I also hope your proofreading goes good (bc same, i despise proofreading omfg... it's so boring 😭)

I too get nostalgic when I reblog my old posts... i can't believe how much time has gone by. and my writing has changed a lot... (i still love the comments you left on the dot pill post <33) AND EEEE!! I CAN'T WAIT TO READ YOUR KUNI BRAINROT!! I LOVE AND MISS HIM AND YOU AND YOUR WRITING TREMENDOUSLY!!

NWKDNW I LOVE SCARA AND CHILDE'S DYNAMIC SM... I imagine Childe would be amused at how stupid his co-worker acts around you vs literally everyone else... he would make fun of him and risk getting electrocuted!! He does feel bad for you though... the puppet who likes you is a tiny 🤏 bit of an idiot when it comes to feelings. Wingman Childe to the rescue 🙏

I too am sending you all my love Yame!! I want you to take care of yourself too please and take it easy! ❤️ Mwah mwah, i hope to hear more from you <3

[rosenallies]

Yess post it pls!!

using this to post it bc<3 why not? also this isnt as slay as I thot so if it sucks just ignore it and pretend it didn't happen😭

Cw/ mentions of kidnapping

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“Rosie, please help me,” Rosé heard Denali’s voice so clear in her head, the pained and scared tone pushing her to be faster, stronger. 

Ever since she heard those words from down a darkened hallway to an old abandoned building she vowed she was going to find whoever had hurt Denali and make them pay, so when she found herself at the gym, sweat beading down her brow as she kick-boxed, she imagined the unknown face of her partner’s capturer. 

Months ago, Rosé had woken up in their big bed alone, Denali nowhere to be found in their big rooftop apartment. He usually slept later than she did, but occasionally she’d find him in the kitchen making breakfast before she awoke, but he was nowhere to be found. Panic had set in immediately, knowing who she is and what she’d done to people, she knew she always had a target on her back, but not her sweet boy who closed his eyes when she came back from a hit and needed help washing the blood and sweat from her hair. She loved him and for whatever reason despite the line of work her dead brother had thrown her into, he loved her too.  Three days of anonymous messages pinged to the burner phone she used for her jobs and finally she found herself sprinting down a dark hallway where she soon came across Denali, thankfully unharmed but wrists bound to a pole crying out for her when she came into view. No one else was to be found and Denali barely had any memory of the days leading up to this, but Rosé wasn’t anything if not determined to protect him and make whoever took him pay. 

Rosé finished her workout and headed home, checking in with Denali once more before she could see with her eyes that he was safe. She still never wanted to leave him alone but after a couple weeks he promised he’d be ok and check in with her constantly, which quieted some of her anxiety but it was nothing compared to the relief she felt when she walked in the door and he was standing there waiting for her, with his dimpled smile adorable in some little velvet shorts, an oversized sweater and his favorite matching sweater thigh highs.

“Hi darling,” she cooed softly, kissing the top of his head.

“Mommy, you’re sweaty!” He giggled as she pulled him closer, kissing his cheeks again and again.

“Want to join me in the shower?”

Denali grinned mischievously, pressing a kiss to Rosé’s cheek before scampering away and up the stairs, leaving a trail of clothes behind him.

Rosé chuckled to herself, picking up his trail of clothes as she followed behind him, finding him already naked standing by the shower, the hot water slowly steaming up the room. 

“Nice and hot, just like you like it, mommy,” he said proudly.

“What a good boy,” she praised, ruffling his hair, “I suppose you’re fishing for something then?”

He flushed under her gaze, shrinking back slightly. “Maybe.”

“Alright, baby,” she laughed, “let’s get in, mommy will see how you behave, okay?”

As if she could ever deny her sweet boy anything, Rosé ended up on her knees once he’d washed her hair and soaped up her chest, getting a little too carried away.

“Getting worked up there, hmm?” She cooed in his ear as he ran the loofah over her the milky skin of her tits.

She didn’t even have to look down to know he was hard, nodding and whimpering when she’d asked.

On her knees, Rosé ran her hands up the insides of his silky thighs, squeezing the flesh there.

“Mommy’s pretty baby boy,” she whispered into his skin before sliding her hands up to the plump of his ass, landing a sharp smack to his cheek and making him hiss. “Always so pretty and perfect for me.”

She spread him open with her hands, about to start licking into him when her burner phone buzzed loudly on the bathroom counter, interrupting her.

“I’m so sorry, baby, can we continue this later? It’s the burner.”

Denali pouted, squirming under her grasp. “But mommy-“

“Come on, darling, I’ll make it up to you later, yeah? Give you the strap for being a good, patient boy?”

With his throat suddenly dry and his heart suddenly pounding, he nodded, a little squeak of anticipation leaving his kiss bitten lips. “Okay, mommy.”

She kissed him gently. “Good boy. Now let’s get dried off, yeah?”

She turned off the water and helped wrap him in a fluffy towel before turning her attention toward the reason she’d gotten out in the first place. She gasped as she unlocked the phone, a string of photo messages from a blocked number appearing on the screen, each of Denali in various rooms of their home, one seemingly from just this morning. Her breath caught in her throat and panic seized her, making her drop the phone to the ground.

“Rosé, what’s wrong? What is it?”

She continued to stare ahead while he bent down to pick up the phone, gasping when he’d seen what she’d seen, pulling her out of her stupor.

“We’ve got to get you out of here, we’re getting on a plane asap, doesn’t matter where. We just need to go, let’s pack.”

“Wait,” he said, grabbing her arm before she headed to the closet, “if they’ve been watching this closely, what if they follow us?”

Rosé huffed, this wasn’t who she was anyway, she didn’t run from things, she faced them head on and she always had. “You’re right. I have to kill them, make them fucking pay for what they did to you. But I need to figure out who the number belongs to.”

She pondered for moment, suddenly remembering an old friend who could hack into anything. 

“Come on, pick up, pick up,” she whispered to herself after dialing the number she was surprised she still remembered. She hoped after all this time the number was still the same.

Finally, after she was sure it would go to voicemail, someone picked up. “Who is this and how did you get this number?” The all too familiar voice said.

“Sasha,” Rosé breathed, “it’s Rosé. I need your help.” 

Rosé explained her situation and Sasha agreed to help, though she’d been clean of any illegal activities for years now, she could sense the desperation in Rosé’s voice as she spoke. 

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m gonna make everything okay again,” she promised Denali once they’d hung up.

Denali nodded, believing her every word. “I trust you,” he promised, “I just want you to be safe too.”

Rosé nodded once, guilt eating at her. “I always am.”

They quickly got ready, Rosé in her usual work attire, head to toe in black with weapons stashed in secret pockets or in her boot, hidden from plain sight. 

“Ready to go?” she breathed, holding Denali at an arm’s length away once they were both dressed.

Though anxiety ran rampant in him, he nodded. “Ready.”

Rosé broke about every traffic law in the book as she drove, finally pulling up in front of a large house, ushering Denali to the front door where Sasha and her partner waited quickly to keep him out of view from anyone who might be watching.

“Rosé, it’s been so long,” Sasha said, air kissing her cheeks, “and of course you remember Anetra.”

“Mmhmm, how could I forget the pining?”

Sasha scoffed. “As if I didn’t watch the same thing when you met Denali.”

The boys shared a look, giggling and blushing before Rosé suddenly turned serious. “Alright, it’s nice to see you both but I need to find this fucking bastard before he could hurt Denali again. You’re still a superstar hacker?”

“Of course, just legally now,” Sasha chuckled.

“Perfect, that’s exactly what I need.”

“Let’s get to it then,” Sasha replied, leading everyone to a room down the hallway that looked like a tech expert’s dreams, computers lined the walls of the dark room, only illuminated by the blue light emanating from the screens.

Sasha sat at the largest computer in the middle of the room, wordlessly gesturing for Rosé to give her the phone as she typed away, zoning out while she worked.

It was taking far longer than Rosé had liked, but finally, it looked like Sasha found something. 

“Bingo,” Sasha said under her breath, quickly inputting the coordinates that came up on the screen into her phone, “they’re here.”

Rosé fought the urge to crush her phone in between her fingers as she thought of all the ways she’d torture whoever it was that had hurt her love. She imagined crushing their windpipe under her boot or maybe she should take them too, abandon them in a cold and dark building just like they’d done to Denali. “Nali, baby, I want you to stay here with Anetra, okay? You boys keep each other safe while we handle this.”

Sasha nodded. “Neech, make sure Denali is comfortable. I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

Denali and Anetra obediently agreed, their partners kissing them goodbye on the way out the door.

“Are you okay?” Anetra asked once they were gone down the driveway.

“I guess,” Denali muttered, anxiety churning his stomach just like every time Rosé left to go do a job, “I trust her, I just worry.”

Anetra nodded, squeezing his hand. “I understand. Let’s go nap, that’s always what I used to do when Sasha would go do jobs,” he suggested, pulling Denali up the stairs and into the bedroom where Anetra gestured for him to join him in his and Sasha’s big bed.

“Just relax,” he said softly, wrapping an arm around Denali’s shoulders, “Rosé and Sasha are both strong, they’ve got this.”

“I know,” Denali replied, unsure if he believed it or if he was trying to convince himself but he was suddenly exhausted, the events of the day catching up to him.

“Let’s sleep, by the time we wake up, they’ll be back.”

Fighting back a yawn, Denali hummed. “I hope so.”

Tangled up together under the warm blankets, Denali fell asleep, Rosé on his mind. 

Late into the night, Denali and Anetra woke to Rosé and Sasha coming back, laughter echoing down the hall before they entered the bedroom.

“Oh aren’t you two cute,” Sasha cooed, a gentle smile on her face, “Rosie, your boy is so cute.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Rosé took Denali’s hand, squeezing it gently. “He is, isn’t he?”

Denali flushed. “Did everything go okay?”

“It went perfect, darling. You will never be unsafe again, I promise. Are you ready to head home?” 

Surging forward, Denali wrapped her in a hug, squeezing her tightly like she’d disappear if he let go. “Thank you, mommy.”

“Anytime, baby. I’ll protect you with everything I’ve got, okay?” Her voice dropped to a whisper, “ Now let’s head home, I believe I have a reward for you.”

The whole way home, Denali tried not to squirm in the passenger seat beside Rosé, his tummy twisting while his mind ran. 

Back in the house, Rosé tugged him up the stairs, stripping both of them of their clothes before they even fell into bed.

“Hands and knees, baby,” she instructed gently, pulling the harness over her hips with Denali’s favorite toy attached. 

He obeyed, shivering when she ran a finger along the curve of his back. “I’m gonna open you up with my fingers, okay? Can you tell mommy if that’s okay?”

“Yes, mommy! Please!” 

Lubing up her fingers, she circled his hole. “Eager. It’s okay though, sweet boy. Just let momma take care of you tonight.”

And taking care of him is exactly what she did, pulling two orgasms from him before they both collapsed onto their backs, chests heaving with post orgasm.

“How are you feeling, honey?” she asked softly. 

Spent, Denali rested his head against Rosé’s chest, kissing her clavicle. “I feel okay. Thank you for always keeping me safe, but-but why do people want to hurt me anyway?”

She sighed, lacing their fingers together. “It’s because I’ve hurt many people and the only way to hurt me is to hurt you. You’re the only thing left that I love.”

[writefightandflightclub]

LUNAAAAA you've got me schreeching at how good ch2 of ride or die is!! Just like the first chapter, this is so special to me!!!

I really love the continued friendship with Frankie, it feels like they are sincerely friends and we can see why.

Absolutely adore the way the complicated emotions of heartbreak are explored. Wanting to deny that you've caused someone else heartbreak bc even if you are the one who ended things you never wanted to hurt the other person, that pit-in-the-stomach realisation that you've broken your own heart, on one hand hating the idea of someone you care so deeply for is unhappy but at the same time their happiness feels like a knife in your soul, the dichotomy of wanting to be with someone that you also cannot bear to face, trying to hide what you are feeling when it is the only thing you can think about... the messy tension and realism of it all has my heart in knots, in the best way!!

Tom is a jerk and deserved some smack-talk, but I really like the reflection that he wasn't necessarily the best target at that moment, that the real anger came from a different source, but in moments like that you do really just want to get the attention away from you. Again, the complexity of emotions and realism in this story makes the pining and yearning and sadness al the more delicious.

I did NOT think Frankie was gonna say Santi has a heartbreak playlist and I want to know what songs are there so bad. This might actually be my favourite detail from the chapter.

Lastly that ending???? You have me beyoooond hooked

Hi darling, and thank you so much for this wonderful ask! 🧡😊

I love that you love the friendship with Frankie. He definitely sticks around through the story and is pretty integral at times. I’m so pleased to hear that friendship feels genuine, as that felt really important for me to convey!

And oh gosh, the complex emotions! I’m so happy all those nuances came across and added to the realism!!! 🥹🧡🙏 They are both feeling SO much, and I really hoped the emotional arc would come across as plausible and true to the characters and who they are and what they want in all of their messy humanness (we’ll see if I pull that off as the story pans out, lol!)!

Ah and thank you for picking up on that Tom moment! Even though they feature to varying degrees, I really did put a lot of thought into how to deal with each of the side characters, especially according to what they are all dealing with pre-canon (which is a LOT), and what their dynamic with reader might be. I wanted reader and Tom to butt heads a little, but I also wanted to humanise him and have her acknowledge when that’s a little problematic too. It would be too easy to make him The Bad Guy when I don’t feel that’s what he is in this story. Plus, they are friends. (As well, this is all set pre-canon so we don’t have as many reasons to be pissed with him yet! 🤣)

And OOOOHH the playlist!!! Well, you are in luck, because I do plan to share a bonus playlist sometime after the story’s conclusion 👀 So happy you enjoyed that detail!

And the ending. I really left you hanging there, huh?! 😅 I think/hope you’ll enjoy the next instalment.

Thank you so much for blessing me with your commentary, it honestly makes me SO happy! 🧡😊🙏

[moabunnie]

TxT when another member walks in on you making out, but your relationship is a secret❤️

I got this lovely request from @ohmahgods so thank you for requesting it and I hope you enjoy it <3 if you don’t like it feel free to message me and I can rewrite you one!

Warnings: slight smut / making out

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Soobin

Things are getting heated between you two in soobin’s bedroom, but it is at the dorm that he shares with all the boys

You’re straddled across his lap, and you are kissing pretty heavily

All of a sudden the door swings open, and in walks Yeonjun

“Soobin can I borrow your-”

Sees what he’s just walked into

Soobin basically throws you off of him (on to his bed lol) and he stands up and is like freaking out

“It’s not what it looks like- I mean it is what it looks like. Don’t tell anyone”

And you’re just sitting there not knowing what to do

Yeonjun is kinda confused and is just looking back and forth between the two of you

“Y’know I thought something was going on between you two… I’m just glad my instincts were right. You kiddos have fun. I’m not gonna tell anyone” and with that he pretends to lock his mouth and throw away the key, and then walks out

After he leaves and closes the door, soobin sits down next to you and he is just bright red

You ask him if he’s okay, and he responds with “yes, can we keep kissing in a minute though?” 💀

So you hit him with a pillow

Yeonjun

Yeonjun invited you over to watch movies with him

You thought you had the dorm to yourselves, so eventually things got a lil spicy in the living room

You’re laying side by side on the couch, all tangled up in each other, full on making out

The front door opens and before you two even have time to react, you just hear bloody murder screaming

“WHAT ARE YOU DOIINNGGG” coming from a terrified Beomgyu who is watching his hyung eat a girl’s face off

You both sit up quickly trying to adjust your clothing to look better

“Beomgyu please you can’t tell anyone…” Yeonjun stands up and is walking over to him

You kinda just sit there embarrassed

“I don’t care that you’re kissing, but why on the couch that everyone sits on?!” Beomgyu still raising his voice

“Hey, okay, we will do it somewhere else next time. Just please stop yelling”

Meanwhile, you are now laughing because Yeonjun looks more annoyed than anything, and Beomgyu is just being dramatic

Beomgyu’s eyes widen even more, “wait so how long have you been doing this?”

And now you both have to tell Beomgyu pretty much everything, and make him swear not to tell (which he doesn’t bc he’s a sweet boy <3)

Yeonjun thought he was gonna have to bribe gyu with like money or something lmao

Beomgyu

You and Beomgyu are at Taehyun’s birthday party at their dorm

Beomgyu decided he wanted to kiss you, but obviously your relationship isn’t public yet so he decides to go find a room

And this man picked Taehyun’s bedroom 😂 (but you didn’t know this, only him lol)

So you’re standing in the middle of the room with your arms around Beomgyu, and vice versa, just sharing intimate kisses

Suddenly the door opens, and you’re met with a wide-eyed Taehyun

“Am I interrupting something?” Tae asks

You let go of Beomgyu and look at the floor

Beomgyu just kinda takes your hand (in a dramatic way of course) “I guess our love has been discovered. Taehyun, you mustn’t tell anyone of what you’ve walked into this fine evening, it can put my princess’s life at risk.”

Taehyun just looks at both of you and nods, “uh, ok” and then leaves and closes the door

Beomgyu rly tries to keep kissing you after that and you play smack his chest, “are you serious? And why did you pick Taehyun’s room to make out in?!”

“I didn’t think he would come back to his room”

“To his own bedroom?!”

Taehyun

You’re with tae while he’s at the studio practicing some choreography

After a lil while you both get bored, and let’s just say somehow you end up making out on the floor on top of him

You hear a few knocks on the door, but before you have time to get off of him, HueningKai comes through the door

“Is Taehyun dying?!?!” He yells and runs over

At this point, you’re still sitting on top of tae’s lap and he’s just flat on his back on the floor

You look at each other and just burst out laughing

Kai is so confused and is like “why are u laughing? You were literally giving him CPR”

You get off of tae, still laughing, “no I wasn’t giving him CPR he’s okay”

Kai is just furrowing his brows until it finally connects in his brain what he walked in on

“Oh. I was wondering why you would be giving him CPR in the studio.” And then he makes a grossed out face and leaves

“Please text him not to tell anyone, he is not a good secret keeper,” you tell Taehyun

“I’m already on it.” and pulling his phone out

HueningKai

You’re both sitting on kai’s bed, just listening to music, when suddenly he’s on top of you

“Can we make out?” He asks you quietly

You giggle, and say yes (duh who isn’t saying yes lol)

Right as his lips are touching yours, Soobin walks in

However, he doesn’t say anything, you kinda see him out of the corner of your eye, but he just turns around and closes the door as he leaves

“Did someone just come in?” Kai turns his head to see the door

“It was Soobin” you answer him

“Oh my god,” is all Hueningkai says before jumping off of you

He runs through the door screaming “SOOBBIINNN! SOOBIN WHAT DID YOU SEE”

Everything went quiet for a minute, but then soobin walks into the room that you’re in

“Can you come get your boyfriend?? He’s in my room and won’t leave me alone because he thinks I’m gonna tell someone. I already knew you were dating.” He simply says to you

You nod and go on your way to retrieve your not-so-secret boyfriend

[galactic-cumslut]

bleed magic

this was originally titled heavy metal heart but anyways here’s some evil!rick bc i love men who are totally irredeemable,, i hope it’s not obvious i didn’t know where i was going with this..bc i didn’t

rick is a mean dom, slave/master dynamics, afab reader, lots of degrading, cockwarming, exhibitionism , he just wants to show off his power be frl

you liked to think you had an ounce of pride in your body. it was just a thought though. in reality you had none left. he made sure of that.

“c-c-come to me pet. on your knees immediately”. he had said,long legs spread on his throne. his eyes bore into you daring you to refuse him.

instantly you fell to your knees, awaiting your next command.

“what an obedient slut, look at me a stick out your tongue”.

you wanted to resist. anyone could walk in at any time and see you in such a vulnerable state-being used by your lord. the teasing would surely kill you if the sheer embarrassment didn’t first.

a sharp smack to your face threw you back into reality. you hesitated. one thing rick doesn’t stand for is hesitation, once he gives an order he expects it fulfilled immediately.

“are you de-deaf or something, bitch? or do i need to s-spell every little thing out for you, jesus christ you’re stupid. tongue out. eyes on me”.

fear overcame you and you did as you were told. you expected him to insert his fingers inside your mouth but instead he leaned down and spit directly onto your tongue.

“swallow”. he commanded.

as shocked as you were you quickly swallowed. if wanting to be hit again.

rick seemed pleased with you eating up the fear in your eyes.

“there we gooo, all it takes is a little discipline with you huh”? he stroked your cheek gently and you willing lean into his touch. “you just want to be a good little slave for your master hmm”?

rick was almost never gentle with you so of course you were quick to answer. eager to receive more praise. “yes sir”.

“of course you do my darling little cum slut. on your feet at once”.

he offered you his hand as to help you up from the uncomfortable position between his legs.

“i’m going to explain what’s going to happen and you’re going to listen closely”.

you nodded, almost eager to hear what he had up your sleeve.

“the council is coming for a visit very soon and since you’re my most obedient servant you’re going to be shown off. it’ll asset dominance as well as keep attention on me”.

again you nodded, unsure of what he meant by his words. usually he didn’t allow the council anywhere near his lair. ‘what could have changed’ you thought.

“you have one job y/n. you’re going to sit still and stay quiet. your only duty is to look pretty”.

———————-

“welcome council of ricks. i trust you have all been briefed about the reason you are here”. rick bellowed , addressing the six other versions of him sitting in his court.

you in the other hand were in another world of bliss, sitting atop his cock infront of so many men.

less than an hour ago you were worried about someone walking in on you and your master. oh how things have changed. the many eyes locked onto your body-it gave you a feeling of power.

the feeling of his cock twitching inside you was enough to have you drooling. you did your best to sit up straight and smile.you didn’t want to disappoint your master after all.

as if he could read your mind he bucked his hips up slightly causing you to gasp in a mix of surprise and pleasure. “be a good girl infront of the other ricks and you’ll get a biiiig reward”. he whispered in your ear, nipping at your lobe.

“shall we conduct business”?

the group became silence and focused their eyes on rick…or they tried to as you stole their attention away from whatever brining speech rick had planned up.

“i understand that you’re all infatuated with my newest plaything” he started, a crazed grin spread king across his face. “give me what i ask and she is all yours”. fuck his speech, you were a much better bargaining chip.