#lmfao what a fuckin tease

[dragscore]

sneaking around at night for a lil tryst are we

[plutolovesyou]

pathetic/nerdy/loser/perverted ellie ramble AJAKSOJSOJS. LOTS OF SMUT!! quick and really crass, just needed to get this outta my system LMFAO. want some more? click here for the continuation!!

she'd be pining for you so hard, just consumed entirely by the limerence, so impossibly down bad for everything about you, it ate her up inside. she needed you in every way possible, needed to smell you, to taste you, to feel you clench around her fingers and tongue, she wanted you to crush her head —glasses and all—with your thighs, she needed it all.

and yeah, she did feel creepy about it—staring at your tits from afar, maybe sitting in the park someday after her class, thank god for transitional lenses. she felt her face go tomato-red from the shame, what in the world was she doing, ogling her sort of-friend like that, but fuck did it fuel her fantasies.

in the dark of the night, you were the only thing occupying her poor, horny mind, as she stuffed two, no, three digits in her soaking pussy, using every morsel of her imagination to materialize the sight of you being the one to make her see stars. she'd imagine covering you in marks and hickeys, watching your wrist flex while you were knuckle deep inside of her.

her eyes brimming with tears, knuckles dripping in pearly cum forming a fucking puddle beneath her, pounding in and out of her quivering walls over and over and over again until she felt light-headed, she found it the only way to cope.

“ugh- fuck baby, yeah that's it..mmf." whines and just the utmost pathetic pleas tumbled from her swollen, rosy lips, her clit near aching from the abuse she thrusted on it nightly. chanting your name in the night akin to a prayer— ironic. this was anything but holy—imagining the way your tits would bounce, the way you'd cry her name out and drench her in your fluids, she'd even imagine herself on her knees, being the one staring up at you between your legs as you run your nails through her hair, hold her chin.

“please, wanna cum again, c'mon baby. fuck, fuck, fuck- yeah, hnn-!!” tears fully streaming down her freckled cheeks at this point, her whole body tensing as she came for what seemed like the thousandth time this night, she continued until it was causing her a great deal of pain. until she was completely wrung dry. “...what am i doing. fuckin’ hell.”

breathing heavily, the shame really sets in now. what was she doing? rolling over in her damp bed, she'd groan while the embarrassment made her cheeks burn hotter than the deepest pits of hell—where she's convinced she's gonna enjoy the hospitality of if she keeps this up—she'd bury her face in her pillow and pass out into a slumber, only until the cycle repeats itself the next night.

but little did she know, her experience was being mirrored, almost with creepy accuracy, wherever you were. pining just as hard for the lanky loser you were mere acquaintances with. teasing her on purpose, just to watch the dark flush spread across her features, to watch her shift uncomfortably and avoid your taunting stare with everything she's got, squeeze her thighs together to soothe the ache you knew she was going to take care of later as soon as you part ways. it drove you nuts too. if only she knew. if only!

WHY DID THIS EAT LMAOOO but oop went a little overboard my bad um ok enjoy bye can u tell im in a mood lately pls give me notes even tho its 2am ik everyones dead but oh well luv u

[agendabymooner]

SOMETHING VOCAL !!! OSCAR P. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: oscar piastri was always quiet until he’s not…

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), use of explicit language, pwp, what is proofreading (i just wrote this fifteen minutes ago lmfao), oscar in the wild, oral sex (m receiving), praise kink, face fucking + deepthroat, cockdrunk!reader

note: wrote a goofy shitpost on my main account about him looking goofy and me wanting to suck him dry love him. i saw and i came and in this blurb, oscar did too lmao enjoy xx

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oscar piastri, in between the mclaren drivers, was a reserved being. 

everyone knew that. everyone in the paddock knew not to speak to him if they expected for deep meaningful conversations. they knew not to rely on him when expecting a long answer— especially when they weren’t that close. only lando could get him to speak up — being oscar’s closest friend in the grid and all. 

but not even lando knew how vocal he could get. he didn’t know how long he’d hold a conversation for with someone that meant so much to him. his girlfriend. 

and if everyone found how vocal he is in bed, they’d say that “that’s not oscar” and deny that oscar would even speak like this. 

and he wasn’t hesitating when he praised her endlessly, his eyes fluttered shut as he let out a breathless moan. 

“good girl,” he let out a sigh of pleasure, feeling her lips wrapped around his cock while her tongue licked the underside of his tip. his eyes couldn’t help but look down at her as he murmured, “lemme see you, baby.” 

her dazed eyes fluttered open as she continued devouring his length, her cockdrunk face making him moan as he praised her with, “you’re so beautiful— sucking my cock like this, baby. good girl— keep sucking me like that.” 

it wasn’t anything he asked her to do, really. on a normal day, he would’ve been the one to go down and devour her cunt without any questions. hell, he’d even fuck her until she couldn’t walk.

but right now, after watching her whimper and whine about sucking him off, oscar had relented and insisted that he could just fuck her if she wanted some release— only for her to drop to her knees and beg. 

who was he to deny her? besides, she looked so pretty like this: cockdrunk, eager to wrap her lips around his cock and to hear him praise her as she wanted. her mind was in a haze, and if she continued to suck him like this, oscar’s mind would end up there, too.

she hummed in satisfaction, her hand reaching to play with his balls too as he moaned aloud, “god~ so fuckin’ good. keep playing with me like that.”

“you only wanted to suck me off today, hm?” he teased, watching as she nodded, her eyes fluttered shut as she continued to feel his girth and length in her mouth.

for her mouth, he was a welcome weight that she was more than willing to carry— as long as she could get a taste of him. 

“begging me to let you suck my cock and asking me nicely,” he chuckled quietly as he ran his finger through her hair, pulling it lightly when her pace started to increase. “such a naughty girl.” 

“‘m gonna fuck you now, ‘s it okay?” and once he got a nod from her as an approval, his hips lifted itself off from the seat and began to fuck her mouth.

her nose met the bottom of his cock as she took in the last of the air she could gather, allowing him to use her mouth like a toy as she moaned around him.

“god,” he grunted, feeling the vibration around his cock as she expressed her pleasure through endless humming and moaning. “god- fuck, good girl- such a good girl, keep licking my cock like that, baby.”

“doin’ so good f’me,” he moaned, his hips now snapping up as she continued to lick the underside and swirling around his cock. his legs trembled lightly as he let out a growl, “fuck- ‘m cummin’ baby. want me to cum in your mouth?” 

he peered down at her nodding eagerly as he smirked lightly, “yeah? you want me to cum in your mouth? are you gon’ swallow every drop and not waste it?”

her cheeks hollowed around him as she bobbed her head— whether it’s to say yes or to get him to cum, oscar wasn’t sure; he was just lost in his pleasure. 

“good,” he muttered, now reaching his high, “i’m gonna cum, baby, keep sucking me off like that- hah~ fuck— good girl— i~”

the salty spritz of his pleasure escaped and were swallowed by her, devouring his pleasure as she hummed in arousal. it was almost as if she, too, had orgasmed. she felt too fucked out and full— all thanks to his obliging to let her go down on him. 

swallowing the last drop, she pulled away from his cock with a ‘pop’ as she smiled, almost drunkenly. 

oscar helped and pulled her to his lap, kissing her softly as he smiled gently, “thank you, baby.”

“no,” she giggled, “thank you~”

“anything for my girl.”

[cosmiiwrites]

May I request some gn!reader x Adam where they are more dominant in the relationship and we get a flustered Adam?????

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ adam x dom!reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ hc/drabble: in which reader is more dominant cw: NSFW, gn!reader, use of ‘good boy’, orgasm denial, cussing a/n: SUB ADAM?? im not complaining

adam's not used to being dominated, thats for sure

he’s usually the dominant one in most relationships he’s in!

but hey, theres a first time for everything

when he started flirting with you, he initially expected you to be a blushing mess

but when you had the nerve to respond with an even bolder line, he was left dumbfounded and also VERY turned on

“did- did they just-“

“i believe so, sir.”

lute is also kind of surprised but intrigued at your confidence

when you two are finally dating, its basically a fight for dominance

however when you win adam isnt complaining

adam claims hes the dominant one in the relationship, but everyone knows he isnt

especially when they notice how adam would fumble with his words whenever you gave him a certain look

or how his face would turn red whenever you tug on his collar to whisper something in his ear

lute teases the poor guy about it lmfao

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“a-ah, fuck, just let me cum you fucking—shit!” adam whined. you had already denied him of his orgasm about four times now.

he was squirming under your touch, desperate for any kind of friction.

“hm. from the way you’re speaking to me, i dont think you deserve to.” you pulled your hand away from his cock, earning a desperate whine.

“FUCK! argh, fuckin'-“ you slapped adams hand away when he tried jerking himself off.

“maybe if you asked nicely,” you cooed, dragging your hand lightly against his cock. “i’ll let you cum.”

at this point, adam was a desperate whining mess. “please, fuck, let me c-cum, shit!” his breathing became more rugged as you began pumping your hands around his painfully hard cock. “oh fuck!” with how hard he was begging, you almost pitied him. “pleasepleaseplease,” he begged.

the sight was oh, so pathetic. the man with an ego higher than heaven, begging you to pleasure him.

how ironic.

finally, you gave him what he wanted. you licked the tip of his dick, pumping your hands faster this time.

“oh shit, oh fuck, im gonna—“

“you gonna cum? you gonna be a good boy and cum for me?”

“yesyesyes, shit!”

your dirty talk sent the poor man over the edge.

he came with a groan, thick ropes of cum decorating his chest.

you grinned wickedly.

“there’s a good boy.”

[saberlight1]

exes and oh’s — billy the kid

pairing: billy bonney x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of violence, Y/N usage, established relationship, possessive!billy, arguments, standard billy the kid warnings.

authors note: im starting to think i have a problem.. 3 fics in one day lmfao. this one was based off of this request— thank you anon. i hope you all enjoy this one <33

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Ever since the day Billy had asked you to be his, he had thought the constant bugging of men around you would come to an end. But it seemed to be that the Bonney man only noticed those men’s stares towards you even more.

He sat at the bar you currently worked as he watched yet another man eye you from the corner of the room. It made his blood boil, his knuckles turning white from the harsh grip on his shot glass.

“Baby, leave the glass alone.” You teased with that charming smile that made him weak in the knees. “It ain’t done nun’ to ya,”

He put it down, your soft southern accent making his anger simmer down in a instant. “Sorry, honey.”

“What’s got you starin’ daggers over there?” You re-poured his now empty glass with whiskey.

“Them men starin’ at you.” His eyes darkened as he looked at you through his brows, his fingertips circling the rim of the shot glass.

Your tongue darted out across your bottom lip at his admission, his words making a deep want towards your outlaw settle in your gut knowing how protective he was of you.

“They can look all they want, darlin’.” You tried to ease his anger with a gentle voice. “You’re the only one that I’d ever let touch me—you know that.”

“It’s not you I don’t trust.” He murmurs as he leans back, his eyes boring into yours.

“Hey, foxy..” One of the men he was talking about now stood in front of you, slurring his words. “You’re mighty fine, mind if we.. talk somewhere privately?” He winked, making you want to throw up. “I’d love to see how you look under them fine clothes of yours,”

You looked him up and down in disgust. “I’m alright, sir. Got someone else in mind for tonight,” You looked at Billy from the corner of your eye, your cowboy smirking up at you. You sighed as you went to grab the drunken man’s glass to refill—he was still a customer after all.

His grueling grip caught your wrist before you could even grab the glass—almost pulling you over the bar.

“You little bitch, can’t take a real man, huh?” He spat as you let out a yelp, trying to get out of his grasp.

“Back the fuck off.” Billy’s menacing figure appeared from beside the man, throwing the man back by his shoulder, causing him to fall on his ass.

He groaned, but was back on his feet within seconds. “The fuck it mean to you, huh? I wan’ her, so she’s mine.”

The second the man finished his sentence, Billy’s fast fist made contact with his jaw hard, the man being back to his spot on the floor. “Don’t you ever fuckin’ say those words about her.” He hissed, leaning down to place more punches to the man’s bloodied face. You watched in a mixture of horror and admiration—mostly admiration.

The man below him only let out a cackle in return. “Oh, I see. She’s your whore,” He spat blood into Billy’s face, and you swore the whole room stopped at his words.

Billy’s cocked back arm stopped at his words, and within seconds his pistol was pointed at the man’s forehead. “What did you just say?” He yelled. “I’ll fuckin’ kill you—”

You grabbed his forearm, pulling him back up. “Billy, please—” He turned to you, panting as you tried to calm that wild look in his eye. “That piece of shit ain’t worth it, c’mon, baby.” Your eyes flickered between his, and after a moment, he sighed before relenting and putting the gun away.

“Yeah, gotta get your bitch to sort out your favors—” The man continued to talk shit, but Billy cut him off with a swift kick to the ribs.

“Shut the fuck up.” Billy rasped out, looking down upon the man.

“C’mon,” You pulled his hand, taking him to the room in the back. You were glad it was around last call—the bar being mainly empty. You sat him down on some old crates before you turned to grab the spare med-kit you had hidden back there months prior.

Once you had everything ready, you held your hand out, signaling Billy to hand you his cut and bruised knuckles. He did, knowing better than to argue with you on the matter.

Your heart sank in your chest when you first saw them. “Billy, you’ve gotta stop gettin’ into fights over me.” You whispered, your eyes not leaving his hand.

His other hand reached out to angle your jaw so your eyes would met his. “Darlin’, I’m never gon’ stop fightin’ for you. You know that.” He shook his head with a smile. “He ain’t even get a lick in—I’m fine.”

“I know you can handle yourself.” You mutter in reply. “I just don’t like seein’ you hurt. Regardless of how bad—I don’t like it. Nor do I like watchin’ you put yourself in danger for me.” You retort with a pointed look.

His gaze lowered. “Now, lady, let’s not pretend you haven’t done the same. I’ve witnessed some pretty crazy cat fights after hours at the boardin’ house,” He teased, his hand now cupping your jaw.

You sighed, trying to fight back the smile that threatened to break free. “Jus’ please, be careful.”

“Always am.” He leaned forward to kiss the frown off your face, his hands sliding down your body in order to squeeze your hips.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer to your body as you smiled against his lips.

He pulled back, leaning his forehead onto yours. You both sat there for a couple of moments, enjoying the comfortable silence.

You placed one last kiss to his plump lips. “Alright, let me see that hand of yours.” You asked, and when he placed it into yours, you got to work. You disinfected and bandaged it to ensure it wouldn’t get an infection. “That should do it,” You whispered as you finished tying the cloth, leaning down to press a kiss to his knuckles. “Thank you for defendin’ me, honey.”

You swore that even in the darkness of the room you were currently in that you could see his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. “I’m always gon’ defend you, baby.” He whispered, pulling you up by your hand to place you in his lap, his arms slithering around you as he placed a kiss to your cheek. He went quiet for a moment before he turned to grab something. You looked at him questionably when you saw that glint in his eye.

He smirked as he placed his signature hat onto your head. “There.” He admired his work as he fixed your hair, styling it to compliment the hat. “That should tell all those fuckers that you’re mine.”

Your teeth sunk into his bottom lip at his words as your eyes flickered between his. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” You whispered, the tip of his hat hitting his head as you leaned in to reconnect your lips again.

He didn’t mind—he thought it looked better on you anyways.

[moneyndior]

୧ ׅ𖥔you’ll never find nobody better than me.⋄ 𓍯

…IN WHICH; i have loser!luke x reader thoughts

tags/warnings: fem!reader, tooth rotting fluff, reader says something slightly suggestive twice at the end, small creepy comments mention, teasing!reader, whipped!luke, hints at aphrodite!reader, hints at reader being popular, separate blurbs/headcanons, LONG‼️

ೃauthor notes⁀➷: do not expect this to be coherent lmfao i just woke up from a 4 hour nap and had ideas. also shout out to artemis for telling me to write this ily oomf

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—loser!Luke absolutely looks over to you before answering a question for your reassurance.

“can you help me, luke?” a younger hepaestus kid asked. you and luke finally had alone time—away from your friends and away from his siblings. a huff left your lips as you crossed your arms, a sassy expression sure, but that comes naturally to you.

luke opened his mouth, ready to agree. it was his calling, to keep up the golden child reputation he had at camp. but for some reason, he hesitated. luke’s eyes shifted toward yours, back to the kid, then back to you. like he was asking you if he could go—like all his free will was thrown out the window.

as much as you’d like to preach that you didn’t like it—that you’d much rather luke be his own person—you couldn’t. a snicker left your throat as you nodded. luke’s eyes shinned with appreciation, a small smile on his face as he turned his attention to the kid.

“yeah, sure. c’mon.” luke mumbled before kissing you on the cheek, following the kid as the 12 year old frantically explained the situation.

—loser!Luke who gets weak in the knees whenever you noticed him. even if you two just made eye contact.

“it’s getting to be painful to watch you looking at her, dude.” chris said from beside luke. they both watched as your sisters braided your hair. one put a flower in your hair, making luke’s heart race a little faster. the flower on your ear made you look even prettier. it’s no surprise every other guy at camp is fawning over you.

“will you shut up?” luke asked, his face scrunched up as he diverted his attention away from you for only a split second to look over to his friend. “it’s not that bad.”

all luke got in response was silence. he shifted his weight left to right, rolling his shoulders with his arms crossed. he waited very impatiently for chris to answer.

“did you come to your senses yet? is the realization hitting now?” his friend asked, eyebrows raised. he spoke with a chuckle and a mischievous look in his eyes. luke clenched his jaw as he blinked, looking away from him.

“look, she isn’t busy. she probably thinks you’re a creepy stalker.” chris added, rubbing salt onto the wound. maybe now realization would hit luke. and it did. hard.

he could be ruining his chances with you because he’s too much of a loser to muster up the courage to even say hi! goddamnit—what kind of demi-god is he?

chris nudged the curly haired boy before quickly pointing in your direction. luke followed his finger before your eyes locked with his.

he felt his knees slightly buckle, being the first out of the two of you to break eye contact. ‘shit,’ was the only think echoing in his mind. ‘way to go, luke. go on you for looking like the biggest loser in front of y/n. awesome.’ he thought, rubbing the back of his neck as he quickly fled the scene.

“he’s cute.” “who? luke? y’know—he’s like, totally in love with you, y/n.” “i know.”

—loser!Luke who takes the title of ‘y/n’s boyfriend.’ like seriously….he takes real pride in it.

“you’re y/n’s boyfriend, right?” damn fuckin’ right he is. forget luke castellan—that’s boring. y/n’s boyfriend has a much better ring to it. he’s yours before he’s human.

he felt a weird sense of pride wash over him whenever another camper asked him that. it doesn’t matter if he’s asked it once, twice, or even a thousand times. luke’ll always get a grin on his face as he nods.

getting a question like that just meant he gets to brag about how he’s dating the prettiest girl at camp—the prettiest girl to ever walk this planet.

“yeah. y’know it’s actually our anniversary soon and i was wondering-“ and there he goes, on another tangent about his plans to surprise you. because he only wants the best for you. blah, blah, blah. luke’s just so whipped it makes everyone sick.

percy literally fake gags anytime luke finishes a rant about how pretty you looked last night at the campfire and how gorgeous your eyes were then.

—loser!Luke who took one week and three days to finally talk to you.

he felt his sibling shove him in your direction when his back was turned, causing him to stumble toward you. luke’s head snapped back toward them, watching them laugh with a few other hermes kids.

“you alright?” your voice sounded sweet like honey to him. it wasn’t rough, it was possibly the smoothest, nicest voice he’d ever heard. and luke has spoken to a lot of people.

he tripped over his feet as he tried to straighten his back, rolling his shoulders before crossing his arms. luke cleared his throat, nodding. “yeah. ‘m alright.”

a giggle left your throat at his reaction. out of all the guys that you’ve flirted with—luke stuck out for some reason. maybe it was because he was genuinely flustered at the sight of you. that’s different than the usual corny pickup lines or the way-too-intimate complimenting.

“luke, right? it’s nice to finally put a face on a name.” you said, a chuckle in your voice as you smiled. your smile was so much brighter up close. luke was about to answer, until his words finally processed in his head.

you knew his name. you know who he was before this. did you hear good things about him? bad things? did you hear that he was the best swordsman here? did that impress you?

“uh, yeah. it’s nice to meet you too.” he managed to get out, his voice coming out a little quieter than he’d like.

“i love your hair, by the way.” you complimented him like it was nothing—like he wasn’t about to make it his whole personality. did you even know the hold you have on him?

“oh, thank you.” “you’re welcome.”

luke was ready to say something about your eyes, until your sibling cut him off.

“i have got to steal y/n. i am so sorry, luke!” “oh. that’s alright.”

it wasn’t alright, though. he wanted to keep talking to you—having your full attention on him was better than anything. luke just sighed before speaking to you once more, hoping to leave an impression.

“i’ll see you later, hopefully.”

“yeah, definitely.”

definitely. luke cannot wait for the time definitely comes around.

—loser!Luke who does anything and everything you ask of him.

“can you help me take off my shoes? my feet hurt!”

you whined, throwing yourself onto a log. luke furrowed his brows, more confused above all else. he snickered quietly as he seen you pout, sitting with a leg extended out toward him.

“can’t you do that yourself?” “can’t you do it f’me?”

luke shrugged, sarcastically rolling his eyes at your words. he kneeled down in front of you, beginning to untie the converse you had on.

“you look pretty like this, luke.”

he paused for a moment, his hands still gripping your shoe lace. luke’s lips tightened, his eyebrows twitching. he really didn’t know what to feel other than embarrassment.

“thank you.” he muttered before frantically trying to finish untying the shoe. luke quickly slipped it off, hearing you giggle at his expense.

“why’re you actin’ so shy? can i not compliment my boyfriend?” you teased further as he, once again, frantically tried to untie the other.

“stop it. ‘m tryna help you and this is how you reward me?” “i’ll reward you in a different way if you hurry.”

and goddamnit—hurry he did. even when you asked for him to carry you, he still did. luke is just some guy who’s madly in love with his girlfriend. even when he’s holding her shoes and carrying her bridal style to his cabin.

[tojisun]

Lol I just read your Simon teaches reader how to shotgun while she rides him and thought it meant shooting a shotgun

I was so utterly confused and I need sleep

LMFAO omg yea i shouldve clarified it in the drabble better fr 😭

simon teaching you how to properly shoot a shotgun is also so hot (hopefully not while you’re riding him though!!) <33

he covers your body with his bulk, his toned chest cushioning your back. he rests his chin on your shoulder, inked arms guiding your own to position them properly onto the gun—he leads your non-dominant hand onto the stock, your firing hand onto the grip.

“careful of the trigger,” simon murmurs, his voice a steady rumble, and you suppress a shiver at feeling his breath tickle the shell of your ear. “feel the weight, familiarize yourself with it—that’ll help you gauge the strength of the recoil.”

you nod, trying your best to focus on his notes but spectacularly failing because what the hell—

has simon always been this big?

“y’r distracted,” simon grunts with a soft click of his tongue. “i thought you wanted to learn how to shoot?”

“ye-ah.” you cringe at the sudden break in your voice, the frail little thing petering into a croak. warmth spreads all over your cheeks, feeling yourself burn from the base of your spine to your temples. “m’sorry, si.”

simon hums, his palms sliding down from the underside of your forearms to rest on your waist. it is a deliberate gesture, a slow and teasing touch, and you wonder if this was meant to ground you because if it was, then simon’s sure doing a horrible job at it.

because instead of being tethered, simon’s touch ignites the pool of need in you—liquid fire coursing along the maps of your veins, snagging the air from your lungs, and making them constrict.

your lips fall open, a breathy gasp tumbling without your permission, and then you feel the vibrations of simon’s laughter reverberating from where his chest is pressed against your back.

“cute,” he says, adoring, and kisses the side of your face before fully letting go of you.

you stumble back, feet jittery from his teasing and from the unexpected weight of the shotgun.

you snap your head back at him, eyes furrowed into a glare at meeting his teasing grin—his arms are crossed over his chest and you desperately try not to get distracted—which makes him look boyishly charming.

what a fuckin’ jerk.

[hp-hcs]

mattheo riddle if you beat the shit out of him in a fistfight <3 — mattheo riddle x gn! reader

Requests open

implied Slytherin (non-pureblood reader)

tws: violence… duh

OOC. LIKE AS OOC AS IS POSSIBLE. i am so sorry for whatever this is 💀 i’m like, borderline delirious kind of sick, so that’s my excuse ig 😌

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homeboy is not doing fine

his bruised ego 😔

he’d been teasing you for years with his group of lackeys, and you just snapped

he made a comment that went too far about your blood status, talking shit about your family

you just dropped your shit, spun around, and decked that mf

obviously he wasn’t fuckin expecting that, so he just kinda froze like 👊💥😳🧍‍♂️

he has no idea what to do

((he’s also just a little bit turned on bc manwhore duh))

everybody in the hallway freezes too like,

“you dumb bitch the fuck are you doing??”

his friends are jeering, and he just kind of shakes his head like a goddamn etch-a-sketch and like, gently shoves you back by your shoulders (cause you cute bae 🩷 he don’t wanna ruin that pretty face of urs <3)

you, on the other hand, are just ready to FUCK someone UP

and if that someone turns out to be the dark lord’s son, c’est la vie

he makes one more lame attempt at a scathing comment and you just fucking TACKLE him

you’re on top of him (not like that you silly little sluts get your mind outta the gutter) in the middle of the hallway just beating the s h i t out of him

homeboy has no idea what to do lmfao

lowkey he’s falling in love just from your knuckles smashing his face in (masochist manwhore)

he def thinks it’s hot as fuck

one of the professors comes to separate yinz, (probably hooch, cause there ain’t no way she puts up with any shit) and has to fucking DRAG YOU OFF of him

he's got like, a broken nose, a busted lip, a probably-going-to-become-a-black eye, and yk, decimated ego

but he’s just looking at you with those fuckin PUPPY DOG eyes

🥺

congrats, he’s obsessed

he won’t shut up about you for the rest of the day, to his friends, his enemies, madam pomfrey when he’s in the hospital wing…

they're all like “ah. i see the mommy and daddy issues are making an appearance”

when you get out of detention and go back to the common room, he LEAPS off of the couch and over to you

you’re standing there with still-bloody knuckles and a try me, i dare you face

he apologizes profusely, like, to a kind of pathetic extent

you’re like “dude, you’re not pureblood either, dipshit”

he got called out 😔

you apologize for OvErReAcTiNg (you had to apologize as part of your detention & punishment lmfao) and getting ‘unnecessarily violent’

and cause manwhore he’s just like “oh no it’s fine that was hot”

y/n: 😶🤨🫠

he’s got a lil giggle ✨

literal heart eyes for you

so ur like “yeah i gotta mess with this guy even more”

you kiss his cheek and make his brain stop working

baby is bluescreening rn

he then ends up shadowing you for the rest of the week, following a half-step behind you wherever you go like a lil puppy

(i’m of the opinion that he’s just a slightly more violent golden retriever white boy)

((i’m not saying himbo but himbo))

walk him like a dog, sis

alexa, play lovefool by the cardigans

he’s ur bitch now, enjoy <3

[amhrosina]

Good Girls Get Rewarded

Summary: Frank gets tired of you running your mouth and decides to remind you who's in charge. Smutty antics follow.

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.5k (holy shit!!!!)

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a/n: im not ashamed to admit that this fic is the only thing i thought about for three days straight. please enjoy. it is an absolute smut-fest!

warnings: buckle the fuck up bitches, cursing (obvi), all porn no plot, oral (male & fem receiving), fingering, pet names!!!!!, p in v sex, praise kink, size kink a little??, frank is so mean at first lmfao, lots of teasing, spanking, frank gets called sir a lot lmfao, reader is a brat, physical violence (this does not transfer to the smut!!!), i am probably forgetting so many pls let me know what i need to add!

“How’d you get this number?”

Frank’s familiar rasp was even more apparent over the phone, a tingling revelation that sent a shiver up your spine. He was in a sour mood, and you were itching for a fight. It was the perfect way to end your evening.

“Oh, c’mon, Frankie. You know I can get whatever I want whenever I want.”

“How could I forget you’re such a spoiled princess, huh? The fuck you want, princess?”

He spat the last word at you as if it were an insult. Good. He was angry, too.

“Did I catch you at a bad time? I was just admiring these pretty curtains. They designer?”

Annoyed resolve rang through in Frank’s tone as he replied. “You know I don’t know what you’re talking about. You gonna make me ask?”

“Sure, honey. I think you’ll want to know the answer.”

You smirked, eyes roaming the living room you were currently standing in the middle of. If only Frank could see you now.

He huffed. “What curtains?”

“These blue ones in your living room. Did you pick them out, or was it that Karen Page with her over-eagerness to please you?”

“You leave her the fuck out of this.” He paused, and you smirked at yourself in the mirror as the realization of what you’d said was processed fully by Frank. “You’re in my fuckin’ house? What the hell is wrong with you?”

He was already moving. Even if you hadn’t been able to hear the hitches in his breath as he barreled his way across Hell’s Kitchen, you’d know he was coming. Your plan was working. You were ecstatic.

“Cat got your tongue, princess?”

“Clever.” You hummed, running your tongue over your teeth. Since you’d first met Frank, he’d managed to throw a cat pun in your direction during every interaction you’d had. He claimed it was because the newspapers were calling you the Black Cat, but you thought it probably had something to do with the latex suit you wore. He never could keep his eyes off the curve of your hips. “Lazy, but clever, I suppose. I’ll allow it, considering the spontaneity of this phone call.”

“How kind of you.” Frank spat, and you resisted the urge to giggle over the phone. He had to be getting close, now. He’d come bursting through the door at any second. Your muscles were giddy with the thought of finally being challenged.

“You know I love chatting with you, darling, but I’ve got to run. I have a thing. Ta-ta!”

You hung up the phone, placing it on the counter and angling yourself so that you could see the front door. You weren’t exactly sure how angry he’d be that you broke into his house, but you wanted to at least seem like you had the upper hand when he charged through the door. You waited, anticipation building until you could no longer stay still. You began to pace, nervous and giddy at the same time, and of course, if you’d just been a little more patient and quiet, you probably would’ve heard the creak of the window opening behind you.

You didn’t realize Frank Castle was standing directly behind you until you backed into him. Your heart thundered in your chest, realizing exactly who was behind you and how he’d managed to perfectly out-do you in your own plan. The hands around your throat shouldn’t have been a surprise.

“It’s fuckin’ rude to break into people’s houses, princess.”

He pulled your body fully against his, attempting to wrap his arm around your neck from behind to pull you into a chokehold. You were a tricky little kitten, though, and you slipped out of his grasp almost as easily as you’d waltzed through his door earlier. Maybe he let you out. Maybe he was curious about your unprompted visit, too.

“You’re one to talk. Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s not nice to grab a lady like that?”

He snorted. “Lady? Someone confuse you with someone less bitchy?”

“I’ll have you know, I am perfectly fucking civil to most people.” You assured him, jutting your chin out in defiance.

“We really doing this?” He ran his hand over the stubble on his jaw. You eyed the movement and shrugged.

“Eat your fuckin’ heart out, honey.”

You both lunged for each other, your leg rising to connect with his stomach before his fist could connect with your face. He sprang back, unharmed but winded, and caught your leg before it could connect with his chest. You were suddenly on your back, having been thrown off balance by Frank, who was pushing most of his weight down on your hips to keep you from thrashing beneath him.

“You’re rusty, kid.” His eyes were bright and fiery, a combination you’d grown accustomed to during these bouts. You brought your forehead to his chin in a headbutt that would’ve knocked anyone else out completely. Frank, unfortunately, was just dazed for a moment, blinking the confusion out of his eyes before you could make much leeway against his ridiculously strong hold on your hips.

You were, however, able to wiggle one of your legs out from underneath him, giving you the perfect opportunity to pull Frank into an armbar.

“You’re old.” You smirked. Old or not, the best thing about fighting Frank was how incredibly resilient he was. No matter who ended up on top at the end of the night, your pent-up energy was always spent.

He resisted the pull into your hold, though the only other direction for him to go was on top of you. Your breath rushed out of you as he landed directly on top of your lungs, your grip on his arm loosening enough for him to roll away from you.

“Real cute, princess. You break into my house, and now you’re trying to what? Hurt me?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes as you coughed and remained on his kitchen floor. He really had landed hard, but you were playing the long game. “Good fucking luck. I’m not an idiot, in case you were wondering. You can stop the act.”

“You sure about that?” You rolled to your feet, pulling your hands into fists and holding them up to block your face. He rolled his eyes again, and even though he looked relaxed - unready, even - he caught your fist before it could connect with his jaw.

“You learn that on TV, princess?”

Your brow furrowed in anger. He was annoyingly good at reading your body language now.

“Actually,” you smiled up at him, face so close to his chest that you could nearly feel his thundering heartbeat, “I learned it from your mom.” You punctuated your insult with a swift knee to Frank’s groin. “I win.”

He hunched forward and you let him fall to his knees on the linoleum flooring. It was a low blow, but you weren’t in the mood to fight fair. He never did, anyway. You pushed yourself onto the counter, watching him breathe through the worst of the pain. You were an asshole, sure, but you weren’t the type to kick a man when he was down.

“You’re a fucking menace.” He grunted, nostrils flaring with anger when he took in your relaxed posture on the counter.

“Oh, please, Frank. It’s not like you fuckin’ use the thing.” You rolled your eyes, flipping your hand through the air in the universal sign for “whatever”.

His gaze shifted from anger to something you couldn’t quite place. You’d seen the look on his face before, but you’d never been able to figure out exactly what he was thinking during those moments. He tilted his head and rose to his feet, keeping his eyes trained on your face. Predator stalking prey. Goosebumps broke out on your skin.

“What was that, princess?” He stalked closer to you, and you were suddenly very aware how cornered you were in this position. To make a hasty escape you’d somehow have to catapult yourself over Frank’s shoulder or burst through what you guessed was a solid block of drywall beside you.

You swallowed thickly. “I said, it’s not like you use the thing.”

Frank’s eyes were bright with delight. Coupled with the teasing smile on his face and the slight tilt of his head, you were a little frightened.

“And you’d know that, how?” He taunted, stepping closer to you. He was in your space now, close enough to touch.

“I know a lot of things, Frankie.” You desperately grasped at the semblance of control you had left. “I know where you live, I know what you order every morning from that diner around the corner, and I know for sure that you. Don’t. Fuck.”

“Oh yeah?” Frank was leaning on the counter now, hands pressed into the granite on either side of your hips. “You think I can’t handle myself in bed, princess? Wanna try it out for yourself?”

“You wouldn’t know what to do with me.”

You didn’t know why you’d said it, or where it came from. Frank Castle was not the man to play games with, especially not these types of games. In actuality, you had no idea who the man was fucking or how often it was happening. You hadn’t expected him to rise to the challenge when you’d teased him about it.

“Is that right, princess?” His eyes gleamed with desire, and you finally realized what the look on his face meant. “Wanna bet?”

He pressed himself fully against you, the hardness of him apparent through his jeans. Your breath hitched against the column of your throat, and you swallowed thickly. You couldn’t deny the steady pounding between your legs, and you slightly widened your legs to allow him more room.

“Yes or no, princess? Wanna learn a thing or two?” His lips ghosted over yours, tongue darting out to lightly lick your top lip in a teasing, playful motion.

Your expectations for the night had been drastically different than this. You’d planned on a physical fight, maybe a black eye or two, and a slew of insults that you’d giggle about until you saw him again. You had not been expecting…this. Whatever this is. They probably existed, but you couldn’t think of a single reason why this might be a bad idea, so you leaned into the feeling that had been steadily growing in your core, and slammed your lips against his.

He groaned, immediately plunging his tongue into your mouth in a desperate, aching kiss. Your teeth clashed against his, but neither of you seemed to notice.

“Fuck, princess.” He mumbled against your lips, angling your chin so that he could pepper kisses down your jaw and onto your throat. You panted, pawing at his shoulders as he nipped the sensitive skin below your ear. “You gonna be good for me?”

“I’m not good for anyone.” You tried and failed to sound feisty. Instead, it came out in a mixture of a whine and a moan.

“You can be good for me, kitten. I won’t tell anyone.” His hands ghosted over the bottom of your shirt, rubbing the fabric between his fingers. He didn’t lift it up yet, and he probably wouldn’t, you realized, until you offered him some kind of consent.

“Only if you ask nicely.” You teased, brushing your lips over his jaw.

He snorted. “That ain’t happenin’.”

A feline grin made its way across your face. “I know.”

He gripped your jaw tightly, forcing you to look up at him as he leaned in close and whispered, “You’re going to be good for me, you fucking brat. Don’t make me say it again.”

Warm delight flooded your stomach, and even though it went against what you believed in, you nodded. You couldn’t think of a single thing you would rather be doing.

“Good girls get rewarded, kitten.” He adjusted his grip on your jaw, sliding his fingers further down your neck. He toyed with the hem of your shirt again, tugging it slightly so that you arched into his chest. “Can I take this off, sweet girl, hmm?” He hummed, running his tongue across your bottom lip.

You nodded again, and the hand around your neck flexed with displeasure.

“I kiss you for thirty seconds and your big mouth suddenly knows how to shut up?” He pinched your hip, eliciting a yelp from your unassuming mouth.

“Fuck yo-”

“Careful.” He warned, arching an eyebrow at you. “Use your words, kitten. I know you know how to be sweet. Be sweet to me.” His lips ghosted over yours, breath fanning across your flushed cheeks. “Can. I. Take. This. Off?” He punctuated each word with a slight squeeze of his hand, still wrapped around your throat.

“Yes.” You breathed, dipping your chin in a single nod.

“Yes…?” He cooed, close enough for you to see the amusement glittering in his eyes. The fucker was enjoying this entirely too much. Still, your core hadn’t stopped pounding since he’d cornered you, and you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t incredibly turned on by this, by him. You gave in to his question, as much as it hurt your stubborn heart to do so.

“Yes, sir.” You clenched your teeth around the word ‘sir’.

“See? That wasn’t so hard was it?”

“Or should I call you master? Or daddy? Or maybe punisher? You gonna punish me, dadd-”

His hand clamped over your mouth, cutting you off before you could continue.

“Shut the fuck up. You just can’t help yourself, can you? You’re such a fucking brat.” He pulled your hips flush against his, and you bit your lip to stifle the moan making its way up your throat. He leaned in, centimeters away from your lips as he whispered, “You want to be punished, kitten, hmm? I can do that.”

You were suddenly pulled off the counter and roughly thrown over Frank’s shoulder. The swiftness in his movements made you yelp, anger coursing through your blood at his man-handling.

“Fuck you, Frank.” You gritted your teeth.

His only response was a swift slap to your backside, which was nestled directly over his shoulder.

“You can’t just throw me around like a doll!” You protested, though you did nothing to try and wiggle your way out of his grasp. The man-handling was making you a little hot and bothered, but you wouldn’t be admitting that anytime soon.

“Oh yeah? Watch me.” He grunted as he threw you down on his bed, grasping your legs and pulling you down the mattress until he was towering over you again. He brushed your hair out of your face, a gentle gesture that juxtaposed the usual ferocity of your meetings. His thumb ghosted over your bottom lip, and before you could think twice about it, you opened your mouth and began sucking on it. A grunt, a smirk, the subtle desire lurking behind his intense gaze - all of it was incredibly sensual. “Should’ve known the sweetness wouldn’t last. You’re a brat, through and through, kitten.” You replaced the sweet caress of your tongue around his finger with your teeth, softly biting down on the tip of his thumb in response.

“I like it though.” He mumbled quietly, more to himself than to you. His gaze coasted down your body, catching on the swell of your breasts and the curve of your hips. He looked back at you, having come to a silent decision. “I’m gonna give you another chance, kitten. Does that sound okay, baby, hmm? I want to make you feel good, alright? All you have to do is be good. That’s it. Can you do that for me? Can you be good for me?”

You blinked up at him, his frame so wide above you that it was almost sinful.

“I can be good for you.” You responded slowly, relinquishing your hold on his thumb. He quirked an eyebrow at you, and you quickly added, “I can be good for you, sir.”

His cheeks widened into a smirk.

“You’re already doing so well, sweetheart.” He praised, running his hands along your sides until they met the bottom of your shirt. You arched into him as he pulled the fabric over your head, relishing the gentleness of his touch while simultaneously missing the roughness from before.

He slid the tip of his tongue from your navel to the valley between your breasts, tugging on the thin material of your bra with his teeth. His breath fanned across your chest, bringing a renewed sense of urgency to your aching core.

“Frank.” You whined, pawing at his shoulders and attempting to pull him fully against you. He barely budged, instead choosing to narrow his focus onto your pebbled nipples.

“What is it, kitten, hmm?” He pressed a soft kiss to your nipple. It was through your bra, but it might as well have been to your bare breast, because the rippling heat that washed through your body elicited a breathy moan from your throat.

“I need- I mean, I want- Can you-” The warmth from his mouth around your nipple was scrambling your brain, and you couldn’t begin to function as his fingers began sliding your pants down your legs.

“You need somethin’, sweetheart?” He was teasing you, and you couldn’t bring yourself to stay silent about it.

“Quit teasing me.” You whined, and his hands halted midway down your thighs.

“You think you have any control over this right now?” He chuckled, yanking your pants down your legs in one swift motion. “I haven’t forgotten how bratty you were earlier. You keep this up and you’ll be lucky if I let you come at all, sweetheart, and it’d do you good to remember that.”

Desire sparked deep in your core at his tone, and a devilish smile made its way to your face. He eyed you warily.

“Don’t do whatever you’re thinking about doing.” He warned, returning his attention to your breasts. “Behave. Can you do that for me?”

“Can you?”

The words were out before you could stop yourself. It was just so easy to talk back to him. He brought his teeth down around your nipple, biting hard enough to bruise.

“Brat.” He grunted, pushing himself off the bed completely. You whined at the loss of contact, but it quickly turned into a moan when Frank’s rough hands flipped you onto your stomach and slapped your ass hard enough to leave a mark.

“You’ll learn to be good.” One hand held your squirming form beneath him while the other came down in another harsh slap. “I’ll fuckin’ teach you if I have to.”

You moaned, louder and louder with every slap. Sure, you were a menace to the streets of Hell’s Kitchen and, likely, Frank Castle, but you never knew being bad could feel this good. Frank hoisted you up against him, roughly pressing your back into his chest.

“You’ll submit.” He whispered, nipping at the exposed skin on your neck. “I’ll make you. I dare you to try and stop me.”

He shoved you off of him, pulling his shirt over his head as you flopped down on the mattress. You tried to crawl further up the bed, but his hand clamped around your ankle and tugged you onto your stomach again. The position gave him a perfect view of your clothed cunt, which was thoroughly soaked in its current state.

“This underwear is pretty, baby.” He mumbled, running his fingers over the damp cotton. You squirmed beneath his touch, moaning as his fingers brushed against the part of you that needed him the most. “You wear these just for me?”

“Yes, sir.” You breathed, arching your back even more to give him a better view.

“Turn over, baby.” He instructed, gently prodding at your hips. You flipped over, splaying yourself out beneath his standing form, panting. “You’re good when you want something, aren’t you?”

“Who says I want something?”

Jesus. Christ. You really couldn’t help yourself. You sighed in disbelief at your own attitude. At this rate, he’d never let you come.

“Watch it.” He brought his hand down, slapping your clothed cunt in warning. You felt yourself clench around nothing, dying to be touched by him again. “You look delicious like this, kitten. I’m dying for a taste.”

His eyes flicked up to yours in question. Even after everything, he still wanted your consent before he crossed the next line. You nodded, and then winced as his eyebrows shot into his hairline and he brought his hand down in a harsh slap, connecting with your pussy again. “Words.”

“Yes. Yes, please, sir. Please taste me.” You corrected yourself, widening your legs.

“All you had to do was ask, sweetheart.” He sank to his knees, grinning. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, which surely would’ve gotten you another punishment, and tried to relax against the mattress.

“Look how pretty you are when you’re behaving.” He hummed, breath fanning over the soaked fabric. You whined as your pussy fluttered at his praise. He pressed a soft kiss to your mound, still refusing to remove the fabric simply because he knew it was driving you crazy. “You like it when I compliment you, kitten? Look at how wet you are, and I haven’t even touched you.”

“Yes, sir.” You breathed, swallowing hard. You were so turned on it was starting to hurt, but you knew if you complained he would stretch the process out even further. Instead, you leaned into the praise and hoped he’d give in soon. “I’m being good, right, sir?” You asked, legs trembling with anticipation. He kissed your mound again, eliciting a groan from deep within you.

“Yes, kitten.” He smiled against your pussy. “And good girls get rewarded. Right, baby? Hmm?”

You moaned loudly as he hummed against your wet core. “Yes! Yes, please.” You nearly screamed out.

And finally, finally, he pulled your panties down your legs, discarding them in his back pocket. He briefly sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, taking in the sight before him. You were glistening with wetness - so turned on from his words alone that you could quench his thirst for a year with the amount of arousal leaking from your cunt. He grunted, slowly remembering the game he was supposed to be playing with you.

And you tensed, noticing all of this. You may not know a lot about a lot of things, but you knew Frank Castle, and you knew how to read him. You knew exactly what he’d been thinking. For a second, you had forgotten that this was all one giant game to him. He didn’t miss the way your demeanor changed. His eyes slid to yours in question.

“What is it, honey?” He asked, voice still dripping with lust but also with genuine concern.

“I just-” You struggled to find the words, and then tried to sweep the entire interaction under the rug. You wanted his tongue on you, now.  “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

“Lying ain’t something good girls do.” He arched an eyebrow at you. You whined, pressing your head into the mattress.

“Is this a one time thing for you?” You asked, refusing to meet his eyes as you did so. It would be pretty embarrassing to be sent home in your current state - needy and wet - but not the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to you. You would not torture yourself by watching his eyes go from lusty to their usual cold demeanor.

“What do you mean?” He asked, running his thumbs over your hip bones.

“I mean,” you huffed, sitting up on your elbows and forcing yourself to look at him, “Will you call me after this?”

Frank’s face morphed into an understanding smirk. “Are you asking me to?”

You glared at him. He pinched your sides again. You rolled your eyes. “Yes.”

“Then I’ll call.” He said, and then his tongue was swiping through your folds, and you couldn’t do anything but flop back onto the mattress again and groan.

He lapped up the arousal that had been leaking out of you since he’d arrived earlier before focusing his efforts on your clit. His tongue drew figure-eights around your clit, sending shocking waves of pleasure through your body, and when he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, you were sure you’d died and gone to heaven.

“Fuck, princess, you’re so pretty.” Frank mumbled against your clit, sending a new spark of pleasure through you. “It pisses me off how pretty you are.”

“Please don’t stop.” You begged, legs shaking as you wrapped them around his head. His hand, which had been trailing closer and closer to your entrance, finally found its home, buried deep in your pussy. He pumped two fingers in and out of you, all the while sucking on your clit and going back and forth between praising and degrading you. You weren’t sure which direction was up.

“You just show up looking like a fucking goddess,” he punctuated the word with a harsh suck to your clit, “and expect me not to fuck you, princess? You’re begging to be fucked in those tight pants.”

He pumped his fingers faster and harder, sucking at your clit with more ferocity than you thought he was capable of. You were sobbing now, so close to the edge that you couldn’t stop the tears flowing down your temples and onto the comforter beneath you.

“You’re such a fucking brat sometimes, fuck.” He grunted. “But you’re so god damn pretty when you misbehave. You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?”

“Frankie.” You sobbed, moaning as he sucked on your clit again.

“You wanna come, baby, hmm?” He cooed. “Only good girls get to come, kitten. You think you’ve earned it?”

“Yes! Yes, sir!” You practically screamed it, your entire body shaking with anticipation of your release. “Please let me come, sir.”

“Well, when you ask so nicely, honey.” He shrugged before attacking your clit with his tongue again.

You erupted beneath him, coming so hard your vision blacked out. You could vaguely feel Frank holding your hips in place, but your body was mostly one spark of pleasure after another. Your heart thundered in your chest, mimicking the pounding in your core. Frank squeezed your thighs hard enough to bruise, lapping up every drop of your release, but you were so far gone you barely registered it.

You eventually returned to your body - sweaty, panting, and thoroughly taken care of. Frank was smirking, pressing soft kisses into your skin.

“See what happens when you’re not a brat?” He teased, kissing the valley between your breasts. “Good girls get rewarded, and you’ve been so good for me, kitten.”

“What’s my reward?” You gasped, still a bit hazy from your orgasm.

“What do you want it to be?” He nipped at your jaw, trading between soft kisses and little bites that were sure to leave marks.

“I want to-”

His phone began ringing in his pocket, a sharp and alarming ring that startled both of you out of your hazes. He reached into his pocket and cringed when he saw who it was.

“Who is it?” You asked, curious.

He flipped the phone around for you to see, and you immediately tensed up. Motherfucking Karen Page was calling Frank, and he looked like he wanted to answer it. Your haze was gone now - long gone - and you suddenly felt like crying.

“Answer it.” You taunted, though you thought you might really start to cry if he did.

“I don’t think I’m going to.” He responded, watching you carefully.

“No, really,” you said, attempting to sit up, “She might need saving, again.”

It was a low blow, and you both knew it. It wasn’t Karen’s fault that she wasn’t skilled in hand-t0-hand combat. There was a pattern, though, and no matter how many times she got herself into trouble, Frank and/or Matt were always there to save her.

“Watch your mouth.” He blocked your attempt to sit up, shifting his weight so that he was fully hovering over you. He silenced his phone and slid it into his pocket. “You’re being a brat again.”

Hot, shameful tears welled in your eyes.

“I’m not trying to be one. This is my personality.���

“Crying after the most mind blowing orgasm you’ve ever had?”

“No.” You mumbled, though you couldn’t stop the sneaking smile from forming on your face.

“You’re pretty when you smile.” He said, peppering kisses along your jaw.

“Careful, Frank.” You murmured. “It almost sounds like you care.”

He nipped at your neck, an already sensitive area, and you groaned against him.

“I do.” He said genuinely, pulling back to make eye contact with you. “But don’t you worry your pretty little head about that right now, princess. You’re about to be so cockdrunk that you won’t be able to see straight for a week.” Your pussy clenched as he grinded against you, the denim of his jeans rubbing against your sensitive clit, sending sparks of pleasure through your stomach for what felt like the millionth time that night.

“What about my reward?” You hummed, wiping stray tears away. “I still get that, right?”

“How could I forget?” He mumbled, nipping at the marked skin around your breasts. “Princess wants her reward. What do you want, sweetheart?”

“I want to suck your cock.” You said, straight-faced and innocent, blinking up at him with such softness that he looked on the verge of tears. “Sorry.” You mumbled, correcting yourself before he could, “I want to suck your cock, sir.”

“You’re a fucking angel.” He grunted, pushing himself off the bed and into a standing position again. You followed, reaching for his jeans. He grabbed your hands, briefly stopping them from tearing his jeans off.

“Are you sure you want this, princess? A reward is supposed to be about you.”

You sort of liked the way he called you princess now. Before, when it had been fist fights and anger, it sounded like an insult. But now, the gentle cadence he said it with made your heart clench in your chest.

“I want to.” You nodded, and smiled up at him. “Can I, please?”

He undid his belt with one hand, bringing the other up to cradle your jaw. His hand was massive on your face and neck, a reminder of how insanely large the man standing in front of you was.

“When you look at me like that,” he started, biting his lower lip and slightly shaking his head, almost like he couldn’t believe what he was saying, “I forget how fucking bratty you are. I just want to corrupt the innocent little smile of yours.”

“I come pre-corrupted.” You grinned, the feline smile returning to your face as you looked up at him. “But you’re more than welcome to try.”

You tugged at his boxers, revealing his achingly hard cock. Sucking in a breath, you tried to imagine all of it fitting inside you as he stepped out of the boxers. Your mouth watered when he stroked himself a few times, smearing the precum across the tip of his dick.

“You realize I can’t let another man touch you after this, right?” He asked, eyeing the way your tongue slid across your bottom lip. He shrugged. “You’ll never want another man, anyways.”

“You sound so sure of that.” You murmured, not fully comprehending the words coming out of your mouth. You flicked your eyes up, briefly meeting his gaze before returning to the matter at hand.

“That sort of sounds like that attitude that keeps getting you in trouble, princess.” He raised his eyebrows at you. You quickly rewound the conversation, blinking out of your cock-drunk haze.

“No. No, sir.” You shook your head, desperate to get your mouth on him. “Can I? Please?”

“That’s what I thought, baby.” He murmured, tucking your hair behind your ears. His hands traveled around your head, pulling your hair into a ponytail at the base of your neck. You slid off the end of the bed, sinking to your knees in front of him. “Go ahead, sweet girl.”

You wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and kissed the tip. He let out a slow breath as you grew bolder with your mouth. His salty pre-cum smeared across your lips, and you couldn’t stop yourself from dragging your tongue through it. He groaned, tightening his hold on your hair.

“I want you to fuck my throat, sir.” You murmured, looking up at him.

“You keep looking at me like that, I ain’t fuckin’ anything. Those fuckin’ eyes of yours are gonna be the death of me.”

“Didn’t realize you were so quick to-”

“Don’t finish that sentence.” He warned, arching an eyebrow at you. You grinned, stifling a giggle before wrapping your lips around him again. You pushed your head further and further down his cock, hollowing your cheeks and sucking as you went. When your nose brushed against his pubic bone, he let out a stunted moan, slightly thrusting into your throat.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you bobbed your head up and down with more fervor, begging him to fuck your mouth harder and faster.

“You look, fuck-” He couldn’t stop himself from groaning, which spurred your movements on even more. “You look fucking amazing like this, princess.”

You hummed with acknowledgment, hoping it was enough for him to keep thrusting into your throat. Tears freely streamed down your cheeks, surely smudging the eye makeup you’d put on before you left your apartment earlier that night, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Frank Castle was sliding his dick down your throat, and you were so turned on you could probably come just thinking about it.

Frank suddenly pulled out of your mouth, a trail of spit connecting your lips to him as he panted. “‘m gonna come if you keep doing that.” He explained when he noticed your furrowed eyebrows.

“Want it.” You breathed, reaching for him again. He instead pulled you to your feet in front of him, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Another time, princess. The first time you make me come, I want it to be in your sweet little pussy.” He winked. “But don’t think I haven’t noticed how good you’re being.”

He pulled you into a kiss, sweeping his tongue into your mouth. You groaned at both the praise and the intensity in which he kissed you. Both set your insides on fire. He led you backwards until your legs hit the bed, and you couldn't help but nip at his bottom lip when he tried to pull his head back.

“Good girls don’t do that.” He smirked, pushing you lightly so that you’d flop onto the bed again. He ran a hand over your cheek, smudging your makeup even more before running two fingers along your bottom lip. You caught on, slowly wrapping your lips around his fingers and lightly sucking. “You’re not good, though, are you, princess?”

You shook your head. His eyes had darkened again, sending a familiar pounding to your core. Your legs trembled as he began to inch his fingers in and out of your mouth.

“You can be.” His voice had lowered considerably, barely above a raspy whisper. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you? Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me, princess. I won’t tell anyone.”

You whimpered, sliding your tongue around his fingers. Your skin was on fire, and the longer he stood there staring at you with those lusty eyes, the wetter you became.

“Can I fuck you now, princess?” He asked, transfixed on the fingers he was sliding in and out of your mouth. “You gonna be a good girl and let me ruin you?”

He pulled his fingers from between your lips, gripping your jaw tightly. He watched you, waiting for a response. You almost nodded, making the same mistake you’d made countless times already, but caught yourself at the last second.

“Yes.” You said, swallowing. “Yes, sir.”

“Lay back, princess. I’ll take good care of you.”

You laid back and widened your legs for him, noticing the twinkle in his eyes as you complied with his demand. If you were in your right mind, you might’ve said something witty or bratty to him about it, but he was towering over you, cock hard and ready to fuck you into oblivion, and you wanted him so badly. You groaned when he began running his fingers through your slick folds, already trembling.

“This all for me?” He asked, circling your clit once, twice.

You nodded, forgetting yourself for a moment, and yelped when his hand smacked your bare pussy. It didn’t hurt. In fact, you felt your pussy spasm in response, but you’d been so lost in how great his touch felt that you hadn’t realized you’d broken a rule.

“This all for me?” He asked again, rubbing your clit roughly with the heel of his hand.

“Yes! Yes, sir!” You whimpered, legs trembling when you felt the heavy weight of his cock resting on your pussy. He used it to slap the slickness a few times, eliciting a whine from deep in your chest. If he didn’t fuck you soon, you might actually die.

“Who does this belong to, baby? Whose sweet pussy is this?” He asked, smacking your pussy with his cock again.

You froze, knowing the answer he was looking for, but wondering if you wanted to lower yourself to that level. It was vulnerable to give yourself over to Frank this way, but it also wasn’t as terrifying as you thought it would be.

“Say it.” He encouraged, sliding his cock through your slick folds. “Submit, princess. I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Is that a promise?” You taunted, trying not to groan at the friction against your clit.

“Quit being a fucking brat.” He grunted, lining himself up with your entrance. “Say it.”

“Yours. It’s yours, sir.” You whispered, and he buried himself deep inside you.

All the gentleness you’d experienced leading up to that moment was gone, and you couldn’t do anything but cling to Frank’s shoulders as he obliterated you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, sweetheart.” He hovered over you, kissing, sucking, and nipping at every inch of skin he could reach. He was marking you everywhere - you didn’t miss the implications of that - and barreling into you over and over again.

“Say it again, baby.” He whimpered in your ear, the closest you’d ever come to hearing Frank beg. “Who does this sweet pussy belong to?”

“You, sir. It’s all yours.” You replied instantly, whining as he angled himself and pistoned deeper into you. You could barely think straight, only aware of where your skin ended and Frank’s began. “Fuck, Frank. Sir. I’m fu-” You panted, whimpering, “I’m close. ‘m gonna-”

“You look so pretty like this, sweetheart.” He murmured, ghosting his lips over your jaw as he pressed kisses to and nipped at your throat. “Cock drunk and needy. You’re so fucking pretty.”

“Sir, can I-” You shuttered when you felt his hand on your clit again, teasing it with rough, slow circles. “Oh, fuck.”

“You’ve got such a dirty mouth, baby.” He grinned, skimming his teeth along your jawline. “You drive me fucking crazy.” He punctuated the word ‘crazy’ with a deep thrust, pressing against the spongy spot deep inside you that would send you reeling. You whined, squeezing your eyes shut as you trembled around him. Tears cascaded down your cheeks, a sight he never wanted to stop seeing.

“You wanna come, princess?” He cooed, biting the sensitive skin on your throat and kissing the sting away.

“Please.” You gasped. It was the only thing you were capable of saying. You barely registered that you’d forgotten to call him sir, but he was so transfixed with the sounds you were making that he didn’t mention it.

“Princess gets what princess wants.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around you and holding you steady as he pistoned into you at an indescribable pace. You fell apart beneath him for the second time that night, arching and panting and whining as you fluttered around him. He attacked your throat, jaw, and lips with kisses, licking and nipping at your skin.

“That’s it, baby.” He talked you through the overwhelming pleasure, holding you tightly against his chest as he continued to thrust into you. “You were such a good girl, honey. You did so good.”

You whined, fluttering around him at the praise. “I want another reward.”

In any other circumstance, your demand would’ve pissed Frank off, but you just looked so pretty underneath him. “Oh, is that so?” He asked, eyebrows raising. Amusement rang in his tone, and it emboldened you to keep speaking.

“Yeah.” You gulped, still shaking from your orgasm. “I already know what I want.”

“You’re sounding more and more like the brat I just fucked silly.” He said, gently thrusting into you. “Spit it out, baby. What do you want?”

You swallowed, smiling a little. “I want you to fill me up, sir.”

He paused, pressing his forehead to your shoulder and huffing a laugh. His warm breath sent goosebumps skittering across your skin. “You’re going to be the death of me, sweetheart.” He mumbled, kissing you sweetly.

“I was good, wasn’t I?” You feigned innocence, knowing it would send him closer to his relief. “And good girls get rewarded?”

“Yeah, baby.” He nodded, picking up the pace of his thrusts again. “Good girls get rewarded, and you were the best girl, baby.” He leaned into your hold, lips ghosting over the crest of your ear as he whispered, “I’m gonna fill you up, baby, and you’re going to walk around dripping into your pretty little panties all day tomorrow.”

You eagerly nodded, agreeing with him, and whimpered when he began thrusting into you at a relentless pace. You arched into him, nipping at his throat hard enough to leave a mark. “You’re perfect, baby.” He breathed. “Even when you’re being a brat. Wouldn’t have you any other way.”

His thrusts grew sloppier, his breaths coming in short, stunted grunts as he finally let himself go. His heart thundered in his chest, and you clung to him, kissing across the broad expanse of his body until he nearly fell on top of you in trembles.

You cradled his head against your chest, breathing in unison with him. At some point, his arms had wound around you, which meant you were now wrapped in each other’s arms, limbs tangled together as both of you came down from your highs.

“Holy shit.” Frank said, chuckling. “That is not what I was expecting when you called.”

“You gonna kick me out now?” You asked, half-joking. He tensed against you, lifting his eyes to meet yours.

“Don’t be a brat.” He nipped at your skin. “I’m not kicking you out, unless you want to leave.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, sighing deeply. “Of course I want you to stay. I’m a fuckin’ gentleman, kitten.”

You scoffed, though you could feel yourself hiding a smile. “Whoever told you that clearly hasn’t heard you in the bedroom.”

He scoffed in mock-offense. “Are you saying you didn’t have a perfectly nice time just now?”

“I did.” You grinned. “I’m…sorry I said you weren’t good in the sack.”

He looked up, stunned. “Did the Black Cat just apologize? To me?”

You rolled your eyes, huffing. “Yeah, but no one would believe you if you told them.”

“I’m not sure that’s enough, princess.”

You scoffed. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I think you need to admit to me that I’m incredible in bed and that you were wrong.” He was grinning so wide you had to resist the urge to punch him in his stupid, handsome mouth.

“I’m not doing that.” You shook your head, stifling a laugh.

“Do it.” He murmured, nodding.

“I refuse.”

“Please?”

“Absolutely not.”

You were both grinning at each other now.

“You’re such a brat.” He said.

“That’s what got us into this mess.” You countered.

“Just say it, princess. For me?” He pleaded. “I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”

“Fine.” You gave in, rolling your eyes. “Frank Castle, you’re a sex God!”

He chuckled, pulling you tightly into his chest.

“Good girl.” He praised, kissing you softly.

“Do I get a reward?” You arched an eyebrow at him, smirking.

He smirked back, eyes glinting with mischief.

“Oh yeah, princess. Good girls get rewarded, remember?”

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[satoruhour]

https://www.tumblr.com/deathgasmic/729345046853419008/i-hate-to-break-this-to-you-but-i-am-once-again

this with satoru. omgomgom—

a/n: fem!reader, discussions of unprotected sex, oral f! receiving, finger sucking, creampie & breeding, cum eating, jealous gojo. link to post here also anon ur mind >>>>>

oh OH OH .. OKAYYYYYY ok to start off he’s clingy as fuck to begin with so im not even sure why youd dare to flirt with gojo satoru’s girl … erm! but anyway theres prob this kyoto teacher slash sorcerer who was just posted to the region and hes nice and all …. utahime says hes leagues above gojo but also bc she just rlly fuckin hates him LMFAO. paired with the fact that gojo has an affinity to fuck at public events just cause u look so damn good in that black dress he picked out for you. but oh boy that sorcerer has insanity coming just by talking to gojo satoru’s girl !!!!

ur bf also is … possessive as hell. youve tried to tell him to not scare off random guys (or girls) who come up to you and ask you for ur number but he just . likes to scare them off. usually you’d be there to calm the situation down too cause if u were not that man will go CRAZY. ok but anyway! you already know whats in store when gojo saunters up to the two of you with drink in hand (apple cider) in hand and a hand curls around your waist and hes just like “sorry, can i steal your conversation partner”

you thought it was bc of the black dress but it’s the jealousy and suddenly everything makes sense and youre teasing him all the way to the bathroom. altho it’s futile cause the moment the lock clicks and you’re turned around and pushed up against the counter. good luck holding onto the installed racks of the sink bc he goes to his knees and eats you out like no other. gojo uses his jealousy and the lust he has for you and puts it all into his tongue

“he wishes he could taste my sweet pussy,” he basically makes out with your cunt as youre trying to keep your voice down, “what he doesnt know is that my girl gets wet for me and me only” WHEEEEW hes angry and he makes sure your pussy gets all the heat. makes you cum one, two, three times and hes sure the event’s at their dessert course right now while he still has you moaning and grinding into his mouth. now youre up on the sink’s counter, and him on his knees but he stops your orgasm just as you were reaching your high and he has to fuck you now or else he’ll die. gojo isnt even sure how he manages to survive with his throbbing cock

and it’s rough when he slams into you from behind the first time that ur moans echo in the bathroom teehee, gojo only grins, “that good, huh? not so eager to talk to other guys now, are you?” and you want to protest but he doesnt let you, shoving two fingers into your mouth and you whimper around it, basically grabbing at his wrist to suck on his fingers like u would to his cock. 

hes torn between being rough and soft to you when youre so clueless about the effect u have on people. gojo holds onto your shoulders and just speeds up making you limp over the bathroom counter and you dont seem to care about the moans any more. his dirty talk is crazy as always

“yeah… hear that? fucking slut dripping all over my cock”, “who’s making you feel this way, hm? who’s fucking you so deep?”, “pretty baby looks so stunnin’ in her black dress talking to some sorcerer … but she looks better stuffed.”

you giggled a little at that one but you have no time to catch ur breath bc hes cumming deep in you and oh my god you arent sure if hes just fuelled by adrenaline or WHAT but he cums so so much in u it gets you dizzy. as with satoru.

“fuck… made to take my cum, yeah?” and he makes sure you know it bc he is immediately hooked when he removes his cock and you’re trying to keep it in yet there’s globs of cum that leave ur pussy and drips to the floor HAHREBW gojo fucking loses it and has to fuck you again until you’re full of his cum.

“look at me in the mirror as i breed you, sweetheart.”, “feel that? got s’much cum jus’ for you”, “ wanna feel this pussy ‘round me until i can’t any more. don’t think little mr. kyoto over there could fuck you this well, right?” he. is. gross. 

snaps pics of ur cum filled cunt after. youre spent, leaning over the counter and exhausted and catching your breath and your eyes widen in panic when gojo gets to his knees again and latches his mouth onto your soaking pussy ….. and eats the cum right outta you! disgusting filthy man oh i need him to do that to me.

the higher ups told u not to come to the next gala dinner LMAOOO

[luvv4j4ybe11]

could you maybeee write... giving the mighty warrior a blowjob😊🙈🪻

Yes I can, sweetheart, just because you asked so sweetly💕

Warnings: oral (m receiving), dom!teyam, subhuman!reader, toys are used(vibrators breifly mentioned!), praise, degradation, reader is ovulating so yk what that means😝(BIG HORNYYY), slight breath play, voice kink, cum play, and I think that’s it. Lmk if I missed anything, and enjoy<3

Dividers by ~ @cafekitsune

You always got more needy the longer you ovulated, something he found completely adorable; the way you’d cling to him, always asking him for cuddles and hugs and kisses, always kissing him wherever you could, and how much easier it was to get you to make those precious noises he loved oh so much.

But it was even more adorable when he had you choking pathetically on his long, girthy cock while he teased you with the vibrator nestled in your sweet, tight cunt.

“Awh, what’s that babygirl? Gonna have to stop choking on my cock for me to hear you, sweetheart..” ugh. It’s sickening how wet his voice get you. The worst is, is that he knows it too. He’ll always speak to you in a way he knows will have you begging to him because you wanna cum:(.

He’d turn up the level of the vibe so he can get you closer and closer to cumming, but then pulling away at the last second. (meanie):!

Tey tends to get carried away with how fucking glorious your throat feels, so he’ll rut and buck into it until he’s uttemitly just ends up fucking your throat till it’s raw and achey.

Broken cries of, “tey-sir!, please-pl-mhm!- no..more..” would muffle through your mouth, and a few other pleas that feel on deaf ears, because he’d just respond back with mean, “yeah?, but what happened to all the begging and pleading for me to fuck this little throat? Can’t handle it now? Mhm..how surprising..” while pinching your noise and turning his pace to a relentless one; his heavy, thick balls just slapping against your delicate face roughly, making you mewl almost pitifully. (Run on sentence, I apologize!)

And when he finally cums down your thoart, you moan, fuckin moan because him shooting his warm cum down your throat feels so good. The growl that left his lips just added to your euphoria.

The sensations would have you so stimulated you’d end up making a mess on the floor from it:( he’d be so mean about it, chiding you quitely with a quick, “my poor sensitive babygirl, made a mess already? You know better than to not use your manners. Looks like I’m just gonna have to use this pretty throat untill you get the hint, kefyak, Ma’hì’i tawtute?” {Right, my little human?}

A/N~ I hope you enjoyed this, baby love!! This was js the idea that was calling to me so ty for sending this in<3 also how badly can you tell this isn’t proofread LMFAO! I’m too tired for this😭 but ne’ways! stay safe, stay hydrated, and I love you all endlessly. MWAHH💕

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[lowkeyrobin]

Heyy :) Can you please write headcanons of dating quackity, but in his earlier eras? (like 2019-21 maybe) ❤

ooooo yes of course!!! ; fun fact I've been watching him since 2018 or so (I don't mean this in a "Oh I'm cooler than you way) ; thank you for the request!! this was fun as hell ; I tried to kinda do it in a chronological order but yeah, I did like stuff and then more details of relationship if that makes sense yk???

QUACKITY ; 2019-2021 era

warnings ; language, talk of drugs, jokes about sex

genre ; fluff

word count ; 858

masterlist

Raiding Club Penguin with him and Axel was a core memory for you. It was the first true time, however cringe it sounds, that you saw Alex as your best friend.

he'd always try to make you laugh, especially on stream

such a little tease

back in the olden days, we had those Discord server 'wtf is that food' videos

you guys rank some of them and how likely you'd eat them

also ranking Discord memes

so many of them were dumb shit or weird shipart from like 2015 deviantart LMFAO

"guys I know me and y/n are dating but that doesn't mean compare us to Shrek couples!"

"I thought Thanos was your true love?"

"He-He is! Oh my God, stop being so desperate, y/n. ugh"

once he got invited to the Dream SMP, you were all ears and proudly taught him how to play Minecraft

you made his alt skin with the tuxedo, which he didn't wear often, but used in lore some time later

youd often help him with lore ideas

he also got you invited into the SMP where he introduced you to some of his new friends

you knew schlatt and some others, but most of these people were new and it was nice meeting all of them

the fiances are established and then you and quackity are already a think and you also like karl, which creates a weird love rectangle with an open end because you and sapnap are sharing the other two 💀

lore goes fuckin crazy with that

while Karl's off making Kinoko Kingdom and Quackity's running Las Nevadas, you're building El Tropicana, off in the far away jungle biome

Alex would usually stream and translate Mexican soap operas, which you joined in for sometimes

you'd give the characters different voices and twist their words up a bit to make it more entertaining for chat

the amount of drug talk that went into that was wild

also the amount of queer kids bullied in those schools?? yikes on bikes

also the one with that girl who got in trouble for kissing a boy on the playground or whatever that was?? Jesus christ man

youd both act put the scenes on occasion and use Tiger as whatever kid was being yelled at if she was in the room with you

taking a break halfway through stream for him to play guitar and for you to karaoke to fuckin Bo Burnham

also making fake joints out of paper he had laying around and "lighting them up" aka setting paper on fire next to a PC and your faces

Jackbox streams with the Feral Boys until 3am>>>

Paranormal Activity in the middle of the night went so fucking crazy

teaching Bad how to play GTA is your favorite memory with those two

playing horror games and watching him play horror games with Karl while he visited him

how dare he leave you all alone (you couldn't go because you had a busy schedule)

your chats shipping the hell out of you and your dsmp characters

hella fanart and fanfictions man

try not to laugh streams where you always ended up laughing before the ten minute mark because of him

he purposefully does shit to make you laugh

reading fanfiction on stream was a regular activity especially for y/s/n

youd rank the book on a scale from one to ten and how accurate to real life they were

"nahhhh that one doesn't have enough Thanos, two out of ten"

"yknow what... were gonna have our own tier lists... okay?"

"damnit... does this mean I'm not getting laid later?"

"what"

promoting the quackityhq merch religiously

also stealing whichever beanie he wasn't wearing, either the LAFD one or the plain black and blue one

him tying you to a chair and forcing you to laugh was a common stream plot

tweets that were either very inconspicuous about drugs, very sexual, or very old married couple vibes

youd both be frequently trending on twitter

hot wings or dare streams with Bad >>>>

playing girls go games and hoping you wouldn't give his PC a virus

sitting in the inflatable pool fully clothed, playing with children's bath toys

he'd for sure be the type to fall for his best friend

whether it be all the way back then or just now, he could go forever without feeling any feelings but one day they'll show up and the nervousness begins

he'd lend you a hoodie if you were cold in his room and he just straight up begs you to keep it

lots of just staring at you while chat ships you, like genuinley just zones out on your pretty face

would probably doubt his feelings at first and talk to his mom about it and she's like "boy you have a crush. Go ask them the hell out, you're a handsome young man, I'm pretty sure they like you too"

"mOooOooOoOoM"

genuinley spoils you with no good reason and after a while you just accept it

he starts sending good morning and good night texts

he'll repost (or reblog) (he has a secret tumblr) fanart of you two, especially if it's shipart

will constantly send you clips of movie characters making out or kissing and say "this should be us"

[whatthefishh]

Midnight thot for Mona 🌙:

Marc cocked his head, watching you lounge in a patch of sunlight on Steven's ever creased mattress on the floor that he called a bed.

You raised an eyebrow when you noticed him zoned out in your direction, but continued to snack on the box of stuffed chocolate coated dates Jake had gifted you the day before for Eid. He was up to something. You could see it.

"What?" You eventually asked.

"You're not fasting." He said simply.

"What gave it away?" You popped another one in your mouth.

"You're not fasting," he repeated, crouching down onto all fours. "And you're not on your period."

Your face froze halfway into a nervous smile. You shoved the box away, rapidly chewing what you already had. You swallowed.

"And what about it, Sherlock?"

Marc pulled you by the ankles, the flat becoming a blur before the view of the ceiling was replaced by his mischievous grin. "If you're free to eat..." he leaned in closer to whisper in your ear as his hands snaked to your hips, "so am I."

MY GIIIRRRLLLLLL, the way I was blushing and giggling and kicking my feet when I read this I kid you not @melodygatesauthor witnessed it on ft lmfao jfc

okokokokokok 1.5k, NSFW warning: pussydrunk Marc under the cut

He began by kissing the sensitive skin under your ear, lips dragging down your neck as his hands trailed across your hips, teasing the edge of your bottoms. You were embarrassingly wet rather quick, your thighs rubbing together desperate for friction. It had been a long month, and Marc tried his best to keep his paws hands off you as much as he could, but now that he was free to touch, he couldn't hold himself back anymore.

A high pitched keen left your mouth and he froze, mouth hovering right above the collar of your shirt. You froze, eyes wide and trained on the ceiling. You were so needy.

Marc just laughed, he fucking laughed at you, and continued to nuzzle your neck.

"Missed me?"

"You could say that," you replied a little too breathlessly for your liking.

Marc mouthed at your breasts through your top, kissing and leaving wet marks in the thin fabric of Steven's t-shirt.

"Me, too, baby, missed how wet you always are for me."

At that, his hand broke the barrier and reached into your panties, groaning at the mess he found between your legs. You whined at the feeling of his fingers just playing with your folds, not fully giving you what you needed from him.

He pressed his forehead into your sternum and your hands instinctively reached for his hair, threading your fingers through the soft curls and tugging slightly; desperate, so so desperate.

You were fine until he had given you that look, the look that left you almost scared to be at his mercy, not knowing how far he was going to push you, how much he'd make you beg for it, how much he'd want from you. Because he did, he wanted so much, and you couldn't help but want to give everything you had, til your last breath.

"Can't believe I had to wait a whole month just to feel you again," his voice came out muffled against the stupid t-shirt you were still wearing. You wanted to cry when he ripped his hand free from your sleeping bottoms, but before you could beg him for something, anything, he was already up on his knees, pulling them off of you.

"A whole fuckin' month without tasting you," he scoffed. You just stared at him, mouth open as you tried not to let your eyes water from how badly you wanted him.

He wrenched your knees apart on Steven's bed, his t-shirt bunched up right under your breasts, ironically the only thing you had on at this point. You wondered if he was watching, if he could see you dripping.

Marc certainly could. He just stared at your core for too long before saying anything and you'd be lying if you said you could breathe normally.

"Missed the way you smelled, too," he groaned as he swiped his fingers through your slick folds, holding them up in the light and splitting them to see your honey before suckling them.

He bent his head before you could reply, lowering himself to kneel on the floor before you, dragging your hips to the edge of the bed. You tilted your hips up slightly, rendered speechless at the rough edge to his voice but widening your legs like an offering.

The moments between him watching you twitch and pant above him and him actually leaning forward to have the first taste felt like eternity but you didn't break the eye contact, in fear of him making you wait longer.

You let out the breath you had been holding the second his tongue touched your soaked folds, one long, slow lick, the tip of his tongue flicking your clit on the upstroke.

"Ohhhh!"

You didn't realize your hips lifted off the bed until Marc's arm slid around your thigh to hold you down, his other hand pressing divots into the softness of your thigh. His mouth worked over your mound, opening wide and devouring you whole, eyes closing in bliss as your taste hit his senses and moaning into you.

Somehow, his thumb was rubbing soft circles into your hip from where it was slug across your middle while his lips wrapped around your clit, suckling noisily; the juxtaposition of his actions coaxing a pathetic sound from you.

"Almost forgot what you tasted like," his voice rumbled into your waiting core, the vibrations making you drip onto the bedding. Your hands flex in their hold in his hair.

Marc presses his tongue back on you, in you, he's everywhere and it's too much and not enough all at once. He must have unlocked his jaw to be mouthing at you the way he is, and when you chance a look down you see that you were right in your assumption. His eyes snap open when he senses you shifting, meeting your eyes with a dark hunger that makes you quiver and clench.

Lifting his mouth off you after some time, you can see your slick all over his lips, down his chin and a bit of it on his nose from where it was buried in you. The sight alone pulls a sound between a whine and a moan from you, loud in the apartment, causing him to close his eyes on an exhale, almost like he's trying to control himself.

"Gonna stay still for me? Can you do that?"

He says this as he traces your entrance with the two fingers from earlier, the ones he so rudely ripped away from you.

"I asked you a question, need your words, baby."

How the fuck were you expected to answer him with your juices all over his chin?

"Ahh, y-yeah, yes, mhmmm," your voice trailed off as he slowly pressed his fingers inside, the intrusion most welcome after the time apart.

He curled his fingers after sliding in up to his knuckle, raising his eyebrows at your pinched expression. You were so keenly aware of his hands on you, immediately reaching out to grab his free hand when it started to shift against your hips. Marc intertwined your fingers as he began the slow thrust of his fingers, watching his hand moving between your legs, in your soft and wet walls.

Your moans start to fill the room, your hips starting to move of their own accord as his fingers filled you up so perfectly, in time with his thrusts and Marc just watched the whole time, his eyes fixed on you soaking his hand.

"I-I wanna come," you pleaded.

"I know, baby, I know, just-"

He didn't get to finish, his mouth lowering to you again, gathering your slick with his tongue before slurping at your clit. You feel yourself reaching your end, your pussy fluttering over his thick fingers, signalling that you were close, that you were about to gush all over him.

He moaned into you again, squeezing your hand where you were still connected to let you know to come, letting you know he was waiting, his fingers pressing so deep, curling just right-

The pleasure clouded your mind, drowned you underwater, your ears ringing and your vision whiting out. You only knew Marc, and the relief you felt in your core, cascading out of you and right into Marc's waiting lips. He lapped up everything you were giving him, eagerly, hungrily, eyes closed in bliss with you.

You don't know how long you were there for, suspended in that moment of euphoria as he drank all that you offered him, but when you came to he was licking you clean, kissing your pubic bone affectionately afterwards.

You swallowed before attempting to speak, noticing how dry your throat had gotten which got you thinking- oh god, how loud you must've been in your high.

He squeezed your hand again, testing to see if you were okay in classic Marc fashion - imperceptibly.

Your breathing was uneven and heavy, but you were smiling and squeezed his hand back in response. You pulled him toward you by his hand, and he sweetly obliged you, gathering you in his arms on the bed. You nuzzled your face into his chest shyly as he pulled your half-naked body snug against his still dressed one, the hard lines of him grounding you back to yourself.

"'M here, baby, did so good for me," he was speaking low, the vibrations through his chest blanketing your mind, curling around it like an embrace.

Marc adjusted Steven's shirt that you were still wearing, and pulled the comforter around the both of you in case you dozed off. He was so wrapped up in you, both literally and figuratively, that he didn't notice Steven hovering near the forefront of the head-space, eagerly awaiting his turn once you were well rested enough.

The body was itching for a release of its own, and Steven would be damned before he let Marc have all the fun.

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[hyukalyptus]

hi hp!! did you know that orgasms could help reduce the feeling of menstrual cramps? 🤓

who among txt do you think would be most likely to… support you this way when you tell them you’re cramping :(

(totally not dealing with cramps right now nope 🤡)

- 🐳

hi!! omg im sorry its been a few days since u sent this in, hopefully ur feeling ok!

but omg! i wrote something about this on my old blog before it got permanently flagged. lemme see if i can find it~

ok..it was LONG long, so i cut it down~ shout out to @peachanonie for the thought in my inbox the first place :}

cw. periods, period sex, cunnilingus on period, period blood, everything about periods, sex toys, penetration (protection not mentioned), pet names (baby), TMI about my personal preferences lmfao.

peach: BEOMGYU!! i think he’d be a bit into bloodplay…. like the idea of it at least. but poor baby wouldn’t like the idea of hurting u like that so he’d never actually indulge cus it’s scary to him :( but! when he reads online somewhere that orgasms can be really good for periods… baby boy gets so curious

keeps reading and finds out ppl get extra sensitive when on their period too and he gets so 😳

at that point it’s just a matter of brining it up to u cus he’s a little shy when it comes to this stuff. tried to gently suggest it next time ur on ur period by hinting at it a bunch “did you know orgasms have a lot of benefits while on your period?” side eyeing you to see ur reaction LMAO he’s so cute.

but ofc ur not dumb and u see exactly what he’s doing… how cute he’d look while u tease him and make him feel small under u while u press kisses to his jaw and sweetly whisper how much you’d love to be pleasured by him if he wants to

as soon as he gets the okay, he’s practically jumping on you. starting at ur boobs and showing them LOTTTTSSSSS of love cus he knows how sensitive ur nipples get on ur period 🤭 wants to hear ur pretty noises so so bad so he doesn’t let up til he can’t take the excitement of eating u out ok ur period any longer.

makes sure everything is clean and prepared for a mess lol and then he GOES TO TOWNNNN. like i think as soon as he sees ur pretty pussy dripping with a mixture of period blood and arousal, he’d be fuckin floored and would dive straight for your clit (knowing it’ll pull the loudest moan out of u). and as soon as he actually TASTES you? instantly humping the bed. i think he’d cum in his pants quite quickly too 😭 poor baby just thinks u taste too good :( it’d turn him on so much. and with how hard you clench around his tongue, mixed with the taste of u in this state, i think he’d even maybe cum twice…… cus i know he’d be going at it for a looooooong time. just wanting to make u feel good and ease ur stress during this painful week :(

and when he finally lets up, he looks up at u with pretty little doe eyes, asking if u feel better and your heart just SWELLS at the sight of him. chin covered in ur release n blood, so so pretty for u….

already has a damp towel ready on the bedside table to clean u both up. and don’t expect him to fuck u after. no no no. all he wants is for you to gently stroke his cock while you lovingly make out, laying facing each other, til he whimpers into ur mouth that he’s cumming. pls pls PLS cuddle him to sleep, he wants to fall asleep with his head in ur chest :( and don’t even think abt getting dressed LOL u can wear underwear if u want cus ur on ur period but he will NOT allow you to get too hot in the night and ruin ur much needed sleep during such a stressful week for u! (it’s totally not because he wants to have a faceful of ur soft bare breasts to fall asleep to)

waking up the next morning to see a sleepy gyu with bed head and pajama pants laying out plates of pancakes for you both is honestly the best part.

service bf beomgyu is my weakness 😔

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me: ...peach. peach. PEACH. im in shambles. literally trying to think of anything to add lmao. but...this is soooo beomgyu.

i can totally see y'all sittin on the couch together and he's just scrollin thru his phone and ur just kinda groaning and he asks u what's up. you tell him ur on ur period and cramps are esp bad that day.

and he's like "...i read orgasms can kinda help w that..." and tries being as nonchalant as he can, but u catch on lmao. AND MAYBE! bc i see beomgyu's partner being a lil cheeky—you decide to tease him urself.

"oh ya? i think i heard that somewhere too..." nd u giggle just a bit, hopping off the couch, takin out ur tampon/cup lol, and returning w a lil vibrator. u bend over, ass toward him, slippin off ur pj shorts and he's just o.O then u plop back down, legs spread, spreadin ur lips a bit nd he sees u all wet and a bit bloody...speechless. u wanna tease urself, wanting his tongue to be the first thing that touches ur clit to get that "first touch" moan you know what i mean so u just switch it on, the sound of it alone makin u wet. and u kinda just rub it around your pussy for a bit, but he can't take his eyes off u.

"awe, jealous of my vibrator, baby?" and he just swallows and stutters a bit before he takes over and does everytHING

but i definitely need to write hcs for all of them!!!!!!!!! AAAAHHHH kicking nd squealing bc—my thing (TMI ALERT!!!) with period sex is i like penetration on my period. and i love seeing the bottom of my booty just barely covered in blood afterward. it literally makes me hnnggg. so just thinkin about yj takin someone from behind on their period, booty a lil bit red AH crying ><

[mykneeshurt]

Truth or Dare?

I have no idea of this is good or not lmfao I wrote some of it drunk, so if it doesn’t make sense I’m sorry!

Warnings - 18+ minors DNI, p in v, p in a, threesome, dp, (I tried some mlm I’m not very good), f/m/m, smut, porn basically

This is probably horrendous lmfao but I wish this was me. Comments and feedback welcome, thank you all so much for all the love on the other posts 🥰

‘… and that’s why our national animal is the best.’ Soap said proudly. Furrowing your brows in disgust you looked at him ‘um I think the fuck not Soap. Have you not seen ours? We’ve got a fukin’ DRAGON?!’ Soap tried to interject but you cut him off ‘a huge ass dragon to your tiny unicorn? Not to mention the dragon is literally on our flag. Sorry you lose, take a shot.’ Scowling at you Soap downed his shot of whiskey.

This was how you spent time in between missions, playing stupid games and getting drunk. Tonight’s agenda was stupid little power point presentations on who had the best national animal, Scotland vs Wales. Celt vs Celt. A competition you and Soap took very seriously. That was until Ghost decided to pipe up ‘well we have a lion, AND it’s real? So clearly I win.’

You and Soap spun your heads around in unison to look at him. ‘Get tae fuck Ghost’ Soap laughed. Eyeing Ghost you gave him the filthiest side eye imaginable ‘now I know you didn’t just pipe up after being quiet all evening’ you said dryly. ‘For that absolute tomfoolery you can have a shot too, get over here Lieutenant.’ You beckoned Ghost over with your index finger as you poured him a whiskey.

You were already bordering the point of tipsy and drunk, feeling quite merry and pleased with yourself. Soap was very much the same, he wasn’t quite slurring his words but his accent was getting much harder to understand. Though both of you talked pretty fast due to your accents, Ghost had a hard time keeping up with you both after a drink. Running your hand through your hair you felt the rush of the alcohol run through you. ‘Now gentleman, what game next?’

‘Truth or dare’ Soap suggested. Slapping his arm you laughed ‘are you high? You just want to play that to be a pervert and get me to kiss you. I know your type McTavish’ you snorted. He looked over at you with a glint in his eye ‘well yeah, that’s the only reason anyone ever plays that game.’ Refilling your glass you rolled your eyes, ‘fine, ask away.’

Soap started off ‘truth.’

‘Hmmmm … have you ever felt remorse for the people you’ve killed?’

‘Christ, startin off deep. No, I don’t think I have, can’t let that get in the way of the mission. I switch it off.’

Nodding you sipped at your whiskey, ‘ok truth’ you asked.

‘Have you ever found anyone you’ve been in service with attractive?’

‘Nosey aren’t you’ you smiled, ‘yeah I have actually.’

Soaps ears pricked up and he shifted closer to you on the bench. ‘Oh? And who is it?’

You tapped your nose lightly, ‘it’s a secret.’

Ghost rolled his eyes and excused himself, last thing he wanted to do was to be the third wheel.

Feeling more confident from the booze you glanced at Soaps lips as you licked yours. Your head was swimming as your limbs felt weightless. ‘Truth’ asked Soap. Shifting closer to him you placed you glass down on the table and leant in ‘would you kiss me?’ You said biting your bottom lip. Slowly Soap lent in to meet your lips, he gently placed his on yours as he moved his hand up your thigh. You slowly opened your mouth and deepened the kiss, teasing his tongue with your own. He let out a deep groan ‘you’re a fuckin tease girl.’ You smiled into his lips as you teased him again, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth giving it a nip.

His hand travelled up your thigh giving it a firm squeeze, as the other hand cupped your jaw. You placed your hand on the back of his head, raking your nails against the exposed skin. Your tongues weaved in and out of each others, you could feel yourself getting breathless. Pulling away you bit your lip ‘mmmm fuck’ you moaned. Grabbing his hand you stood up ‘come with me.’

You ran down the empty hallway to the sleeping quarters, footsteps echoing along the way. Most of the team had gone out for the night, leaving you, Soap and Ghost alone in the building. Speaking of, where was he?

You both fell into the bedroom, the orange glow from the hall lights dimly illuminating the room. There is the corner was Ghost, appearing asleep. You placed a finger over Soaps lips signalling him to keep quiet, and pointed over to the sleeping silhouette. Soap nodded before encasing you in his arms, you cupped his face reigniting the kiss. Soap sat on the bed, it creaked underneath his weight. As you climbed on top of him he bit his lip and let out a shaky breath.

Soaps hands trailed all over your body, leaving a burning sensation in his wake. Your skin tingled at his touch, the feel of his skin on yours was a high you never wanted to come down from. You removed your top and flung it over the other side of the room. He kissed along your collar bone as you hovered above him, nipping ever so gently. You snaked your hand underneath his top, feeling his toned stomach as you dug your nails in. His hands made their way to your breasts, massaging them beneath his hands. A small moan danced on your lips as he tweaked your nipple between his fingers.

You knelt up onto your heels, Soap completely at your mercy beneath you. The dim orange light bounced off his blue eyes, pure lust deep within them. As you sat looking at each other you heard a creak from the other side of the room. Looking up you saw Ghost sat on the edge of his bed, the white skull detail of his mask emerging from the darkness. You undid your bra freeing your breasts, all the while staring back at Ghost. Dragging your hands up your body, you pushed your breasts together letting them fall tantalisingly slow.

Still keeping your eyes firmly on Ghost, you used your hand to grip Soaps face, ‘open your fucking mouth John’ you commanded.

He opened his mouth and you slowly let a ribbon of spit fall into his mouth. Soap let out a whimper beneath you, eyes wide with adoration as he looked up at you. ‘Mmmm we have company’ you purred and raised an eyebrow. ‘Let him watch’ he mumbled, too busy letting his hand roam over your body. ‘He looks lonely, let’s fix that’ you whispered as you motioned for Ghost to join you.

Ghost slowly walked over to the bed and stood behind you, his intimidating frame closing you in. Soap continued to look up at you in awe, as Ghost slid his hand around your neck. He tiled your chin, so your head was leaning in his shoulder. He leant in, his mask still covering his face. His breath washed over your face, as the dull orange glow bounced off his dark glazed eyes. ‘Mask, Simon’ you ordered. He lifted his mask just above his lips, revealing them to you. ‘Better’ you whispered against his lips.

You hovered against his lips as he wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling you closer into him. You sank down lower onto Soaps hard cock, as he began grinding against you. You moaned into Ghosts mouth as his grip tightened on your neck. ‘She looks beautiful like this’ Soap drawled, ‘would look even better with my cock inside her.’ Soap reached up and started to undo your trousers as Ghost grasped at your breasts.

Breaking the kiss you quickly took off your trousers and unbuttoned Soaps, pulling them down slightly. You pawed at his cock in his boxers as he gritted his teeth with pure pleasure. Ghost ran his hand up your back causing a shiver to run through you. Freeing his cock you took it in your hand slowly pumped it, feeling how hard he was for you. You ran your tongue up the shaft to the tip, keeping your eyes on Soap the whole time. You took him into your mouth, as he let out a whimper beneath his breath.

As you got into a rhythm you felt Ghost run his hand over your ass, sighing to himself. ‘She’s so fuckin’ wet Soap, so … fuckin’ … wet.’ He began to slowly trace his fingers over your slit, before he inserted a finger. You hummed against Soaps cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout him. Ghost slowly inserted another finger, the sound of your arousal filled the empty room. He lowered his face planting gentle kisses on your thighs, your back, your ass. ‘Bite me … please’ you begged, without hesitation he sank his teeth into your flesh.

Soap stroked your head and lifted your chin, ‘I wanna see you fuck him, while I take that ass of yours.’ Ghost removed his fingers, making you feel suddenly empty ‘I like the sound of that’ he replied. As they switched positions, you straddled Ghost this time and Soap took his position behind you. Slowly you sank onto Ghosts hard cock, his thickness stretching your wet pussy. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he bottomed out. ‘She feels so fuckin’ good’ he groaned.

Soap pushed you forwards onto all fours, your forearms either side of Ghosts head. He began kissing your ass, just like Ghost did. Worshipping every inch of your body. He slowly started licking at your ass hole, the sensitive skin quivered at his touch. He gently massaged it with his thumb, before gradually inserting it. Resting your forehead on Ghost’s breathy moans escaped you as he whispered words of encouragement to you. ‘That’s it … you’re such a good girl … fuck you’re doin’ so well.’

Ghosts pace was gentle as he rocked in and out of your dripping cunt. He felt so good filling you with his cock. ‘Are you ready darlin’?’ Soap asked gently. Already feeling pretty cock drunk you managed to whisper a small ‘yes’ to Soap. He spread your cheeks before spitting on your hole, he lined himself up and slowly, very slowly began to push himself into you.

A sharp moan fell off your lips, Ghost had stopped moving to allow you to adjust to Soap entering you. Sweat built on your brow, small pieces of your hair sticking to the damp skin. ‘Fuck, I can’t … I can’t do it’ you panted into Ghosts mouth. He caressed your face, wiping the hair away from your eyes. ‘Shhh’ he cooed ‘you’re so well for us, you can do it. Atta girl … such a good fucking girl.’ You squeezed your eyes closed, the line between pain and pleasure had never been to blurred.

Soap started moving, in and out, in and out, cautiously building his own rhythm. ‘Tell me when I can move’ Ghost asked while cradling your cheeks. You nodded, as you grew accustomed to Soaps size. They both began moving in opposite rhythms, both muttering praise to you under their breaths. You buried your head into Ghosts neck, nipping on his ear lobe breathing in his moans of pleasure.

You felt Soaps body press against you, the movements slowing. As you turned your head you could see Soap softly place his lips on Ghosts. Ghosts eyes widened but he didn’t stop the kiss, he opened his mouth welcoming in Soaps tongue. Their jaws moved in tandem with one another, you nibbled on Ghosts neck before whispering in his ear ‘that looks so good Simon, don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.’

As they carried on exploring one another’s mouths they began slowly moving again. You snaked your hand down to your clit, using your juices to coat it. Rubbing small circles you let you’re pleasure build, your breathing got heavier, your chest becoming tight. You felt so full having two cocks working your cunt and ass, it was blissful. Your walls began to tighten as the pressure intensified, ‘fuck I’m gonna come, harder … harder’ you panted. Both men upped their pace, their own breath filled moans becoming louder.

You were completely at their mercy, completely powerless in between them as they ravaged you. Sweat dripped from your forehead onto Ghosts chest, he placed his lips on yours as he bit your bottom lip. Soap gripped your hips as he thrusted into you, incoherent mutters left his mouth.

‘Cum for me’ Ghost whisperer at he gripped your jaw ‘cum all over my cock, I wanna feel your cunt around me.’ His thumb slowly but firmly tugged at your bottom lip as you nipped at it. ‘Please Simon … please make me cum.’ You rocked your hips back into Soap as you peeked over your shoulder at him. ‘Fuck, John.’ You moaned through your teeth.

The pressure in your pussy was becoming unbearable, with one final thrust you came around Ghosts cock. Ghost held your throat as you stared into his eyes, moaning their names. ‘So fuckin beautiful’ he murmured. You collapsed onto his chest in a heap, completely breathless.

Soap pulled out, groaning at he did so, ‘am so close darlin, where do you want it?’ You rolled off Ghost so you led on your back and gestured to your body. They stood over you, both of their eyes hooded as they took you in beneath them. Spread out on the cot, glowing from your orgasm and beads of sweat fell around your breasts. Panting you smirked at them ‘finish each other off, I want to see.’

Nodding they gripped each others cocks and pumped them until they were on the being of orgasm. Ghosts large hand wrapped about Soaps cock, his forearms tensed at the unusual feeling of another’s man’s cock in his hand. Soap began panting ‘you done this before sir?’ He smirked. Furrowing his brows he began chasing his high ‘shhhhhhut the fuck up McTavish.’

‘Doesn’t she look stunning’ Soap asked, his mouth gradually opened, his breath hitched in his thirst as he came. His cum landed in pile on your stomach as you grinned up at him.

Ghost decided he couldn’t take anymore and threw your legs back before thrusting back into your pussy. Taken aback by the sudden intrusion you let out a deep moan. The feel of your cunt around his cock was all he needed, he held onto your ankle as he filled you. Unable to speak he could only moan breathlessly as you pulled him back on top of you by his jumper. He kissed your forehead gently before sighing contently.

You heard the shower turn on in the background, looking around you saw Soap was no where to be seen. ‘I’ve wanted this for a long time’ Ghost purred. Smiling back up at him you cupped his face and planted a tender kiss on his lips ‘me too.’

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howdy! can pls ask a nsfw headcanons for kokichi with a Masochist!fem darling? <3 (english is not my first language so sorry for the bad english :( )

Kokichi Ouma x Masochist!Fem!Reader

Your English is fabulous, darling, don’t even worry about it! I was soooo ready for this lmao!! Idk if you noticed but I'm a fucking bottom so whoop-dee-fuckin-doo!

Enjoy!

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TW// Degradation, Spanking

♡ Kokichi loves having a masochist for a partner!  

♡ He’s very jokey in bed and loves to tease you, not just physically but verbally too. He tells you everything he’s going to do to you only to change it up and make it way more extreme than expected. Gotta keep you on your toes somehow. 

♡ The way that he talks to you will entirely depend on his mood. Somedays he might just bully you a little bit and other times he might be super degrading and disrespectful but usually, it depends on you and what you want. Deep down your pleasure means the most to him.

♡ Kokichi would fuck your face so hard! He likes everything about it. Not only is it all the more pleasurable he loves the sound of you gagging on him!! 

♡ There is no way this man isn’t a total rigger. One of his biggest kinks is bondage so he loves tying you up. He knows how to do all of the strongest knots too. 

♡ He loooooves to spank you. There’s nothing better to him than bending you over and slapping your ass and thighs, and not just with his baby hands lmao. Kokichi has a ton of different leather and wooden paddles to use on you. 

♡ That reminds me of another headcanon I had. He has a massive collection of different toys he likes to use!! He has everything from dildos to bondage gear. Lmfao new kin unlocked

♡ Orgasm denial all the time. And I mean ALLLLL the time. He works you up for hours and then makes you beg him to cum until you’re crying. He wants to see you fully come undone and show him how desperate you are. 

♡ If you cum before he allows though, you’re in for a rough, painful night with absolutely no mercy. 

♡ “Awww is my evil queen about to cum?” He asked while still thrusting in and out of you roughly. You didn’t respond, due to a purple ball gag your partner put into your mouth. “Well, that’s too bad. You’re just gonna have to wait a bit longer, won’t you?.” You whined loudly and squirmed in his firm grasp. Kokichi’s hand was lifted from your hip briefly only to be brought back down and struck across your thighs, making a loud whimper erupt from your mouth. “What did I say about staying quiet, slut?” He asked. “I don’t think you deserve to cum for a while longer.” 

♡ Hope you don’t mind not being able to walk for a few days. And unless you’re like really, really tiny don’t expect Kokichi to be able to carry you. 

♡ The supreme leader isn’t a monster though. He still uses safewords and would never hurt you too badly. Your consent is still important to him and he wants you to know that you still mean the world to him

♡ Lmao one more thing that’s barely even a headcanon.

♡ Grape-scented lube. Okay, good night love you C: