#no i’m not thinking about the fingers brushing against each other

[hhughes]

៹࣪ ៸៸ KISS ME LIKE YOU WANNA BE LOVED . . . ꒱꒱

˖ ࣪ ⭑ 𝘩𝑒𝘢𝑑𝘤𝑎𝘯𝑜𝘯𝑠 | small moments they kiss you . . .

𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. quinn hughes ; jack hughes ; luke hughes ; nico hischier. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕. fluff. domesticity. 𝒙𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒊. headcanons have become my favorite to write so if you have any reqs for them, you know where to send them. as always reblogs and feedback is appreciated and I hope you liked it <3

യ QUINN HUGHES

quinn isn’t the kind of guy who says a lot—he’s more action than words, more steady hands and lingering glances than pretty speeches. and his kisses? they’re the same way. when he kisses you, it’s slow, patient, like he’s trying to memorize the exact shape of your lips against his. he doesn’t rush it—doesn’t need to. it’s never just a kiss with quinn. It’s all the things he doesn’t necessarily say out loud, but he still wants you to know.

morning kisses with quinn are lazy, like he’s still half asleep but can’t resist pressing his lips against yours first thing. you’re warm and tucked close against his chest, tangled up in each other, and when you start to stir his hands tighten ever so slightly, pulling you even closer. he kisses your bare shoulder first, then the curve of your jaw, before finally tilting your chin up and pressing a deep kiss to your lips. slow. unhurried. as if he has all the time in the world and he wants to spend every second of that time kissing you. his lips are warm, the faintest trace of sleep in his eyes, and when he pulls back his voice is still thick with sleep as he mumbles “morning baby”

after a long roadie, quinn kisses you like he’s making up for lost time. and he is. his hands are firm on your waist, pulling you close the second he steps through the door. the first peck is urgent, a sweet ‘hello’ before he slows it down. cupping your face and tracing his fingers over your features as if he’s making sure he still remembers them. when he finally pulls back, both of you are breathless as he leans his forehead against yours, and mumbles a sweet “i missed you” against your head.

quinn is the type of guy that would kiss you in the middle of an argument. not to distract you or manipulate you or anything like that. but to remind you that even when the two of you aren’t on the same side, and maybe your spitting mean words back and forth, he loves you. his jaw tight, hands clenched, chest tight as you keep hurling words at him and instead of responding he just grabs you. cups your jaw gently and kisses you. hard. desperate. “I don’t wanna fight” he murmurs, voice strained, “i’m gonna give you some space before we both say things we can’t take back. i love you” he’d say, before kissing you one more time and making his way out the room.

he gives you the most devastatingly sweet kisses when he thinks you’re asleep. slipping into the bedroom after a late night game, his lips barely graze your forehead, your cheek, the tip of your nose. there’s something tender about the way he kisses you then—like he’s whispering something he doesn’t quite have the courage to say out loud. and just before he lets sleep take him, he buries his face in your hair and murmurs, “l you so much, baby.”

യ NICO HISCHIER

nico kisses you like he’s trying to make sure you feel it. he’s not the kind of guy who rushes through things—when he kisses you, it’s deep, thoughtful, like every touch of his lips is intentional and he wants you to know that. sometimes, it’s soft. sometimes, it’s teasing. and sometimes, when he’s really missed you, his kisses are so intense they leave you dizzy.

soft, sleepy morning kisses is a staple with nico. the sun is just starting to filter through the curtains, and you’re still warm from sleep when nico shifts closer, his fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns against your back. his lips brush against your temple first, then your cheek, and finally, he tilts your chin up, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. his voice is rough, barely above a whisper. “morning, schatz.” then he kisses you again, deeper this time, like he’s trying to wake you up in the best way possible.

the desperate, need-you-now kind of kiss. when it’s been days since you’ve seen each other—maybe weeks—and the second you’re alone, he has to kiss you. he pushes you against the nearest wall, one hand gripping your waist, the other cradling the back of your head as his lips crash against yours. it’s all heat and longing, and when he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his breath uneven. “you have no idea how much I needed that.”

he’d love teasing you with kisses. i’m convinced. the make-you-beg-for-it kiss. you’re pouting, arms crossed, and nico just smirks. he leans in, lips barely brushing yours—close enough that you can feel his breath but not quite enough to satisfy. when you whine, he chuckles, finally closing the distance, his lips soft but insistent against yours.

the kiss that ruins you? the one he gives you when you’re curled up on his chest. and the two of you just co-exist so peacefully. he presses a kiss to your temple, then your cheek, then the corner of your lips, like he’s savoring every bit of you. taking every opportunity to make sure you’re real and you’re his. whispering the sweetest of sweet nothings in your ear and against your skin. like he’s worshipping you

യ JACK HUGHES

jack kisses you like he needs to. like it physically pains him when his lips aren’t connected to yours. like it’s second nature, like he couldn’t stop if he tried. he’s always touching you, always pulling you in, always pressing quick kisses to your temple or your cheek, like he just has to be close to you.

the interrupt-you-mid-sentence kiss. jack would love these. you’re talking, saying something completely normal, and jack just can’t peel his eyes away from your lips. and suddenly—jack just kisses you. just leans in and steals your breath right out of your lungs. when he pulls back, he grins, thumb brushing over your now swollen bottom lip. “sorry, couldn’t help myself.” he says with a cocky grin, head a little dizzy with how hot you look when he kisses you stupid

the jealous, you’re-mine kiss. we all know jack is a jealous king. and when he’s jealous? it’s very obvious. his arm wraps around your waist a little tighter, the little glares he sends at whatever guy is eyeing you across the room. but he won’t kiss you in front of them. no. they don’t deserve to know what you look like with that blissed expression on your phase. the little sighs that escape when he angles your head just right. but the second you’re alone, his lips are on yours, firm and possessive. when he finally pulls back, his voice is low. “can I take my girl home?”

the late-night, too-tired-to-think kiss. it’s almost 2 AM, and you’re both half-asleep, tangled up in each other. it’s one of those nights where the pillow talk has just been too good and neither of you wanna sleep and end it. like you just can’t wait until tomorrow morning to see each other again. and your kisses border that fine line between sweet and sexy. jack shifts, his lips brushing against your neck before finding your mouth, slow and lazy. “we should sleep” he mumbles against your neck, and you let out a breathy sigh before replying “yeah we should” but neither of you stop kissing and touching and soaking each other up.

യ LUKE HUGHES

luke kisses you like you’re everything. because to him? you are. he’s sweet and playful, but when he kisses you, there’s a hint of seriousness that you don’t often see otherwise—something so full of adoration it makes your heart ache. like he’s confessing all the things he’s too afraid to say out loud.

he’s another one who I think loves teasing you with kisses. because he knows how much you love them. he kisses you over and over—quick, playful pecks, until you’re laughing and swatting at him. and then, just when you least expect it, he kisses you deep. slow. intentional. when he pulls back, he smirks. “missed me?”

when he’s frustrated—whether it’s from a bad game or just stress—you’re his escape. his kisses are rough, his hands gripping your hips tightly, pressing you against whatever surface is closest. he growls against your lips when you tease him about how needy he is, but he doesn’t stop, not until he’s completely lost in you.

when you’re having a bad day, luke’s first instinct is to pull you into his chest, tucking your head under his chin. pressing sweet, slow kisses everywhere from the top of your head, to your forehead, to your nose before finally reaching your lips — reassuring pecks to let you know he’s there and he’s got you. he doesn’t pressure you to talk, or make unnecessary noise about how it’s all gonna be okay, just holds you and lets his kisses do the talking.

[earlysunshines]

strawberry-flavored kisses

danielle marsh x fem!reader ; fluff

synopsis: it's valentines day so you and your amazing beautiful awesome lovely girlfriend bake cookies for your friends and loved ones (while also sharing sweet kisses in between)

warnings: noneeee pure fluff lolz ; established relationship ; they're so in love it PAINS me; anything else not mentioned ; not proofread

a/n: happy valentines day!! (same y/n and dani from sunshine girl but also you don't have to read it first LOL it doesn't rly matter k bye enjoy!)

working on valentines day–especially as a barista—is like willingly walking through the gates of hell. the sheer number of couples waltzing in with their fingers intertwined, muttering sweet nothings while ordering the cherry blossom latte special is enough to send any single person in a spiral. 

unfortunately for your coworker soobin, today that barista is him.

he’s been stuck taking orders during the afternoon rush, forcing a polite smile each time a customer leans over to press kisses to their partners temple, hand, cheek, or even lips (which earns the most noticeable reaction from the guy). it happens more times than you can count on both hands, and each occurrence earns a subtle, annoyed scrunch of his nose.

you’re more than grateful that you work with your girlfriend, danielle, because if you didn’t—you’d probably be on the floor dying from heartache one hour in.

you and danielle share a knowing glance each time since you’re stuck together making all the drinks and serving the pastries in the display, both of you stifling laughter with each look. danielle is much sweeter than you are, so she tries to be subtle about her amusement. you, on the other hand, are not as merciful, watching soobin’s growing misery with shameless amusement.

soobin slides down the last receipt after the line of four couples is tended to, giving you a glare. “you guys are evil and i hate you both so much.” he groans before reaching over to grab a piece of strawberry tiramisu for another order. 

“it’s not my fault love is in the air~” you tease as you tamp down grinded beans, nudging danielle with your elbow.

danielle grins, lingering against you. “yeah, soobin. maybe you should try being happy for them! look at how cute they all are.”

soobin gives you both a deadpan look before calling out an order, and once he’s done, he says through gritted teeth, “easy for you lovebirds to say.”

just as you’re about to respond, another couple walks through the door, giggling as they gasp in awe at the pastries laid out. soobin sighs, putting on his customer service demeanor, and bracing himself while you and danielle bite down your laughter.

“i feel bad for him, y/n.” danielle mutters as she pours steamed milk into a cup, making a beautiful heart design. “he looks like he’s in actual, physical pain…” she adds, looking over to see the couple in front of the register sharing a quick peck before scanning the menu again.

“i think he’s going to pass out, or air out the place.” you murmur, watching as his fingers claw at the counter.

danielle looks around, then leans closer, her breath warm against your ear. you shiver at the proximity, feeling her lips brush against you just barely as she says, “maybe we should order the cherry blossom latte and hold hands while doing it. you know, just to mess with him.”

“i like the way you think.” you chuckle, smiling down at the shot you’ve just pulled. “maybe a kiss too?”

“you just want an excuse to kiss me, don’t you?”

“i don’t need one. after we clock out i’m gonna kiss you soooo much. just wanted to let you know.” you shrug, moving back to the other side of the espresso machine to weigh out coffee grinds. “my valentine’s day special.”

danielle rolls her eyes but smiles at you, biting her lip at your bold remark.

—

all three of you clock out at the same time when the other three evening shift workers clock in. you all head to the back, and soobin dramatically leans against the wall with his heart shaped doughnut that he stole from the display. you and danielle giggle, earning a defeated look from your poor coworker. 

danielle kisses your cheek in front of soobin before you two head out, earning another groan from him. even if he’s in lots of emotional pain, the tips from the dreadful shift were wonderful. you and danielle know how lovely the tips are on holidays, so you two made a plan prior to bake cookies for your friends, which is why you’re immediately on the way to the grocery store to spend your combined cash tips.

(you make sure to let soobin know that you’ll save some of your treats for him, telling him he can come by your place anytime he wants. it’s only fair considering he was on register duty most of the shift.

plus, it’s valentine’s day! it’s only fair to spread the love you two have for your loved ones.)

the grocery store is also filled with a handful of last-minute valentine’s day shoppers, but you and danielle still manage to fill your basket without much waiting or trouble. she sings along to can’t take my eyes off of you—which is playing louder than usual on the speakers—with a packet of chocolates in her hand as the microphone. you laugh, taking a video of her when she skips down the aisle singing happily. 

by the time you get back to your house, the kitchen smells like butter and sugar, and the speakers are playing your carefully curated valentines playlist. can i call you rose? starts playing and you suddenly stop stirring the strawberries you’ve been boiling on low, gasping dramatically, “this is my song.”

danielle giggles at your antics and squeaks when you pull her away from the counter suddenly to serenade her lovingly.

“can i call you rose?” you sing, before twirling her around. “cause you’re sweeeeet like a flowerrrr in bloooom~”

“you’re so cheesy,” danielle giggles, twirling you around right after she says it. “you’re going to burn the jam!”

“soobin’s disease spread to you,” you joke.

“and what disease would that be?”

“being single.”

she rolls her eyes at your response before leaning in to kiss your nose. “i’m immune to that because of you, silly.”

not so long after you sway side to side playfully, you return to your baking duties. she mixes the wet ingredients while you finish up the jam, and you steal loving glances at her when she’s too focused to notice.

both of you are side by side again once you bring out the finished jam, placing it on the counter she’s now rolling the dough on. she hands you golfball-sized piece for you to shape, laughing at how carefully you work with it.

“you’re putting extra effort into these, huh?” danielle teases, watching as you carefully press your thumb into the dough.

“i have to. hyein will insult me like crazy if they’re ugly.”

she laughs, bumping her shoulder against yours. “true. minji and hanni will definitely do the same if they turn out deformed…”

you snicker, then continue to perfect your first cookie out of many. 

you and danielle work silently as the music in the background hums. you glance at danielle, who’s sleeves are rolled up as she pours jam into the small, heart-shaped dent in the cookie. there’s flour on he cheek, and when you reach over to brush it off, she scrunches her nose at the ticklish feeling.

“you have some on your sweater too.” she teases, pointing at the flour on your clothes.

“yeah, yeah.” 

the two of you fall into an easy rhythm, shaping the cookies together and pressing small hearts into the center for jam. you’re focused on the start of your seventh cookie when you catch danielle sneaking a spoonful of jam in the corner of your eye.

“that’s for the cookies!” you scold, nudging her playfully. 

“i had to make sure it’s good!” she argues, licking jam off the corner of her lip. 

“oh, so you don’t trust me? wow…” you huff.

“i just needed to make sure!”

“there’s only a limited amount of—” before you can finish your sentence, danielle suddenly leans in, using her fingers to tilt your chin down before kissing you softly. you get a taste of the jam, it’s almost as sweet as the person kissing you—literally. you hum, feeling your shoulders relax as her fingers sneak to the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

she pulls away and grins like she’s just gotten away with something. “there,” she murmurs against your lips. “good, right?”

your brain short-circuits for a moment before you blink at her, your face heating up. “you’re so—”

“amazing? yes, i know. now stop distracting me! we have to finish these cookies…”

“you’re the one who—” she cuts you off again, kissing you a little longer than last time before parting fully. you giggle at her antics, nudging her. “do you like the jam or did you just want to kiss me?” you question with feigned annoyance.

she hums thoughtfully, tapping her chin with her finger like a cartoon character. “all of the above.” she says while flashing a cheeky smile.

and just like that she gets back to work, leaving you flustered and giddy. you angle yourself weirdly to press a kiss to her cheek, earning a giggle before she tells you to finish up your cookie.

—

once you finish making a little over three dozen cookies, you and danielle are beat.

you both clean up a bit before washing your hands, set a timer, and then danielle flops onto the couch. you follow after, sitting next to her and leaning your head against hers. she shifts and puts her arm around you, pinching your cheek with two fingers.

“tired?” she asks.

“yes…” you respond. “but not too tired to kiss you…?” you add, turning your head to stare at her lips.

she leans closer, pecking your lips quickly before responding, “wow, cupid must’ve hit bullseye on your heart.”

“now look who’s so cheesy.” you giggle, nose brushing against hers. 

“yes because i love you, my valentine.”

“i love you too.” you say before meeting her lips in a tender, loving kiss.

your playful exchange of kisses lasts a few minutes, and you plan to continue until the timer rings. what you didn’t take into consideration was the fact that your younger cousin—hyein—would be back home so soon. 

and so, when you hear a dramatic groan along with the door closing, you two pull apart with flushed faces.

“oh my god, gross…” you hear from the entrance, turning around to see hyein with a half-disgusted and half-amused look on her face. “just because it’s valentines day doesn’t mean you get to be all lovey-dovey on my couch.”

“but we made cookies to share…” you respond defeatedly.

“were you guys being lovey-dovey while making them?” you open your mouth to reply, but pause, and hyein takes that opportunity to groan even louder. “gross…”

“oh shut up, i know you’re gonna devour like five of them in the same minute.”

“hey!” 

danielle giggles at the banter, and then all of you turn your heads toward the oven when the timer rings. 

“i promise the cookies are good. please take some as an apology?” danielle suggests, “there’s strawberry jam on them, and it’s really good.” she adds as she pinches your forearm, reminding you of the strawberry-flavored kisses from earlier. you blush.

hyein laughs, then happily sets her bag down before rushing over to the oven. you give danielle a look and she gives you the same one back before kissing you quick enough so hyein doesn’t notice.

��happy valentines day. i love you.” she says, tugging at your hand. “let’s go eat these cookies… we might need to make another batch if they’re too good.”

you laugh, following her to the kitchen island. “yeah, i was thinking that too. maybe being considerate wasn’t the best idea.” you joke, then kiss her forehead before muttering, “happy valentines day. i love you more.”

you hear hyein groan once more.

“i’ve seen enough couples at school today and i do not need to see another show of pda in the comfort of my own home.” hyein says loudly. “can you take the cookies out now?”

you scoff playfully before finding the oven mitts, smacking hyein on the head with them before you open up the oven to take out the first tray. the scent of the cookies fill the house with a sweet, irresistible aroma.

(but not as sweet or irresistible as your lovely valentine.

nothing can beat her at that.)

[writeriguess]

Katsuki x fem reader pls? Where he has a nightmare. Reader comforts him.

Stay With Me

The first thing that wakes you is the sound of his breathing—shallow, ragged, and uneven. You don’t think much of it at first, still groggy from sleep, but then you feel the way the mattress shifts beneath you, the way his fingers twitch against your waist like he’s grasping at something that isn’t there.

“Katsuki?” Your voice is soft, still thick with sleep as you blink into the dimly lit room. The moon filters through the curtains, casting a pale glow on his furrowed brows and clenched jaw.

His breathing turns sharper, a quiet whimper slipping past his lips. That’s when you realize—he’s not awake.

Your heart clenches at the sight. Katsuki doesn’t scare easily, but when he does, it’s always in silence. He carries his fears the same way he carries his pride—hidden, locked away, as if acknowledging them would make him weak.

You shift closer, pressing a hand against his cheek, fingers stroking gently against his skin. “Katsuki, wake up,” you whisper, brushing some of his sweat-dampened hair away from his face. “It’s just a dream, baby.”

He jolts awake with a sharp inhale, eyes wide and wild, like a soldier returning from war. His chest rises and falls erratically, and for a moment, he doesn’t see you—he sees something else. Something terrifying.

But then his gaze finally lands on yours, and everything softens.

“Y/n…” His voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper.

“I’m right here,” you murmur, cupping his face between your hands. “You’re okay. You’re safe.”

He exhales, but it’s shaky, and you don’t miss the way his hands tremble when they reach for you—like he needs to feel you, to ground himself in the warmth of your touch.

Without hesitation, you pull him into your arms, pressing his head against your chest as you stroke soothing circles down his back. He melts into you, arms wrapping around you tightly, almost desperate, as if letting go would make you disappear.

You don’t rush him. You just hold him, letting him take whatever he needs from you.

“Wanna talk about it?” you ask softly, fingers running through his hair.

He doesn’t respond immediately, but after a long pause, he mutters, “…Lost you.”

Your chest tightens.

“It was just a dream,” you assure him, kissing the top of his head. “I’m not going anywhere, Katsuki.”

His grip tightens. “You don’t know that.”

His voice is strained, heavy with something unspoken. You know what he means—he’s a pro-hero, constantly throwing himself into danger. The world is cruel, unpredictable. The idea of losing someone he loves, of losing you, is the one thing he can’t bear.

You pull back just enough to cup his face again, forcing him to look at you. “Listen to me,” you say, firm but gentle. “No matter what happens, I will always fight to stay by your side. You’re stuck with me, Katsuki.”

He searches your eyes for a moment, as if trying to convince himself that your words are true. Then, with a quiet exhale, he leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours.

“…Don’t ever leave me,” he murmurs.

You smile softly, brushing your lips against his in a slow, reassuring kiss. “Never.”

He sighs, like the weight of the world has been lifted off his shoulders. Then, without another word, he buries his face into your neck, holding you like you’re his lifeline.

And for the rest of the night, you stay wrapped in each other’s warmth, his heartbeat steadying against yours, safe in the knowledge that no nightmare can take you away from him.

[milla-frenchy]

Shameless

3k1 | Lucien de Leon x fem reader | ao3 | masterlist

Summary: you ask Lucien to come over and he does exactly what you need him to Warnings: 18+ mdni. Oral (f/m), size kink, cigarettes, rimming, ass play, piv, creampie, pet names (baby, baby girl), reader has no specific physical descriptions but wears a dress

a/n:  Thank you for the inspo @gothcsz 🙏❤️ (tumblr free Kat FFS§§§) Thank you @aurorawritestoescape for beta-ing and for everything, ily so, so much 🥹💕 @/saradika-graphics for the dividers 🙏

“Come on baby, don't play like this now,” he said, full of self-confidence, leaning against the wall in front of your door in his stupid shirt. The mountain of shit he had been dragging behind him for years had never damage his self-esteem.

“I don’t know why I keep calling you,” you said, bitter and unfair towards him. “Every time I regret it. Before or after I fuck you.”

“Mmmm… So you regret it now? You want me to leave? Ok,” he added, turning around, before you could even answer.

“Fuck, wait, Lucien!”

He didn't hide his smile as he turned around. 

“See, baby? That's your problem, you always push people away. You're scared to be loved. And that's why you always call me.”

“Yeah, right. And you’re perfect for that, because love’s not your thing.”

He leaned against the wall again, a soft smile on his lips.

 “You think that? But who's gonna love you like I do, baby?”

“And how do you love me?”

“My way,” he said, coming closer to you, a cigarette resting behind his ear. This motherfucker was the hottest man you knew. The biggest red flag you’d ever met.

“You always say you wanna be good but you keep begging me to come over,” he said, moving closer to you, his face only a few inches away from yours. Damn, you just wanted to kiss him. To fuck him.

“Because no one can touch you like me, that deep,” he added, brushing your lips with his before pulling away.

“I’m not just talking about here,” he said, pointing at  your heart with his finger. “But also here,” he added, grabbing your pussy. “You need me. No one can fuck you like me. That deep, right?”

You swallowed loudly. Fuck, you needed him, deep and rough. He probably saw it in your eyes, but instead of leaning in and kissing you, he grabbed his cigarette and lit it. He smiled as he let the smoke out.

“Come on baby, don't give me that ‘piss off’ look. I’m gonna give you what you want,” he said, pressing his hard cock against the fabric of his black pants and pushing himself against you. He turned the cigarette over to offer it to you, and you took a drag.

“Yeah, whatever,” you said.

“Had some good dicks in the last few weeks?”

“Fucked a few. Can’t say they were that good, though.”

“Awww,” he said dramatically, before adding, “you fucked them raw? Do I have to use a condom, baby?”

“No. You’re the only dick that I fuck raw.”

He chuckled and threw his cigarette on the ground. You rolled your eyes and in two seconds he was fully against you, crushing his lips against yours, his hands cupping your cheeks.

He was never aggressive or possessive, always beautifully sensual and free. No strings attached, and that's exactly what you needed. Someone who wouldn't ask you something you couldn't or wouldn't want to give.

Each time he’d kiss you, each time you’d fuck, you never knew if it was the last time. Didn't know if you'd end up getting bored with him like with everyone else. 

You doubted he would, on the other hand. He was always patient, never seemed to take your mood swings badly. He never said ’no’ to you, even if he knew you just needed to use him, somehow. Even if you were sometimes hard on him. 

He was probably right: he loved you in his own, unconventional way, and that twisted relationship was oddly the most stable part of your life.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked as he kissed your neck, your eyes already rolling to the back of your head just at the feeling of his soft mustache brushing your skin, then his rougher beard that he loved to rub against the soft skin of your neck. Just like he loved to graze it against your inner thighs each time he ate you out.

He straightened up to look at you then licked your lips with the tip of his tongue, your mind suddenly blank.

“Need it bad, huh,” he chuckled. It wasn’t a question. Yeah, you needed it bad, but still, you shrugged.

“Come on baby, let me in,” he said against your lips, his familiar tobacco breath invading your nostrils a little more. “And I'm not talking about your cunt, she’s already droolin’, right?”

You didn’t answer and just pulled away from him to lead the way inside your house, to the dining room. You could feel his eyes fixed on your ass. You didn't even have to sway your hips to know he'd follow you anywhere at that moment.

He pushed the front door behind him, quickening his pace to be right behind you and caress the roundness of your ass before seizing your hips to make you stop.

“Mmmm, baby… I never get enough of this body,” he murmured in your ear, his hard cock against you. You wanted to say something clever, or at least something with your usual “whatever” attitude, but his touch was overwhelming you.

He slid his hands up to your breasts and cupped them sensually, his nose against your hair, he breathed it in as he said, “damn you’re so hot,” almost to himself. 

He squeezed your breasts slightly, perfectly, then pulled down your neckline, freeing your nipples swollen by desire. His hand slithered down your spine to your ass and then he grabbed his bulge.

“Shit, I’m so fucking hard,” he said, his voice not as playful as usual. “Turn around baby,” he added. You did as he asked, trying to get your composure back as you looked up at him.

He cupped your tits again and took a nipple in his mouth. He sucked and licked it, making you whine “shit” softly, as you ran your fingers in his hair and pressed his face against your skin. He chuckled, so sure of himself, that he was even hotter than a second before, and sucked your other nipple. He coated it with his saliva then peppered your chest with kisses, up towards your neck and finally your lips, his tongue quickly pushed through yours, while he grabbed the hem of your short dress then pulled it over your head. He was in a rush and your head was dizzy.

His hands were rubbing your body as if he didn't know what to touch or where to stop, but he finally covered your pussy with his full hand, his fingers brushing the wet garment.

“Mmm yeah…” he said, and you didn’t take your eyes off him as he unbuttoned his shirt then freed his hard cock from his pants. The most gorgeous cock you'd ever seen, with a fat tip and a large vein that you loved to roll under your tongue.

“Come on, baby. I’ve been thinking about fucking your mouth since you called me,” he said, slowly jacking his thick cock with his fist, his stare full of lust. 

He was insanely beautiful and hot as hell, with his shirt open over his broad chest, two chains resting at the bottom of his neck. 

“Yeah? Well I’ve been thinking about cumming in yours since I called you,” you replied.

“Damn, you’re gonna kill me one day, you know that?” he smiled. 

“Mmm… clothes off, red flag guy,” you told him, then sat on the couch, feet firmly planted on the ground, legs spread. Shameless. 

Panties still on, you knew he loved to remove them himself. 

“And light me a cigarette, big boy, will you?”

You were in charge again. He was letting you be. 

A silent game between the two of you with rules that never needed to be stated.

He took his pack out of his shirt pocket and lit a cigarette then handed it to you, letting the smoke escape from him towards you. Then he undressed, slowly and sensually.

You watched him getting naked in front of you, dragging on your cigarette from time to time, arm resting along the backrest. He always made you feel safe, free, powerful.

He remained standing for a few moments, looking at you like you were the most beautiful woman in the world. His hard cock pointed towards the ceiling, slowly jacking off again after spitting into his palm. Even though the precum was flowing from his reddened slit.

He knelt down and placed his hands on your knees before moving up the inside of your thighs, the soft rub making you shiver. When he grabbed the hem of your panties, you lifted your hips to help him to pull them down slowly, revealing your glistening pussy and the butt plug you had inserted just before he arrived.

“Shit, baby…” his husky voice and eyes full of desire made you drool a little more. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

“Fuck… Take a drag, baby,” he asked, unable to take his eyes off your two holes. He spread your thighs wider by pushing on them with his shoulders. You exhaled the blue smoke slowly, looking down at him, kneeling between your thighs. So broad, so strong, but still at your knees, leaving you in full control of your femininity. It made him even more beautiful, even more attractive, even more sensual. He grabbed one of your thighs and kissed the sensitive skin, then placed it on his shoulder.

“Fuck you're so hot. A true free spirit, aren't you?”

He didn't let you answer and leaned down, running his nose up your folds. He growled as he licked them with the tip of his tongue, then moved away slightly to look at your cunt and ass.

He seized the plug and pulled on it slightly, until the widest part reached your ring, making you moan.

“Shit,” he said, unable to say more as he watched your muscle tighten every time the metal spread it apart.

“You always let them go down on you?” he asked, moving the plug deliciously back and forth, before sticking his tongue into your wet cunt. You let your head fall back against the back of the couch. He had always been a really good fuck, but he always ate you out divinely well, leaving you breathless as soon as he dived in.

“Mmm?” he insisted.

“Shit… you’re the jealous type now?” you pantered.

“No. It turns me on to think about it,” he answered, grabbing one of your breasts with his hands.

“Damn, Lucien you're twisted…” you whimpered. “Not always… shit… I… not all men are good at it,” you stammered. 

He chuckled, so sure of himself, pushing a finger into your cunt already stuffed by his tongue. It was like he was all over your body, boobs, pussy and ass, and it was intoxicating.

“I think you forgot about your cig, baby,” he said, teasing. He wasn't one of those men. Of course he wasn't. He was so good at this. 

You crushed the cigarette in the ashtray by the armrest. He was so good that sometimes he would make you come in less time than it took you to finish your cig. Then he’d grab it from your trembling fingers to take a drag while you were still trying to catch your breath. 

His hand left your tit to press your hip against the sofa and he pushed his tongue into your drooling hole. 

“Gonna come for me? Yeah, you're gonna come for me. Soak my face, baby girl.”

You used him to get off, rubbing yourself against his nose, hands tight on his head, thighs spread as wide as possible, giving him full access to your core. You were so aroused that some of your wetness was leaking down to the plug, making it even easier for him to fuck you with it.

“Lucien,” you whined. His hand tightened on your flesh, letting you use him like you needed until you came in his mouth.

He pushed two fingers in your cunt and looked the way your body was squeezing his thick digits pumping your cunt and the plug, until it finally stopped. 

He pushed the metal all the way in then stood up and brushed your cheek as you looked up at him and straightened up, his cock inches from your lips. He held it tightly and you licked his shaft from his fingers to his tip, unable to tease him more. He growled when you took him in your mouth, focusing on the tip at first then deeper and deeper, getting your throat used to his width, and your saliva started to flow down his shaft to his fingers. Your hand caressed his balls full of cum.

“Fuck yeah, just like that,” he murmured.

You pushed his hand from his shaft and jerked him off slowly, licking his balls that you could never resist for long. He whimpered when you took one of them in your mouth, the thin skin rolling between your lips. 

“You're so easy, Lucien,” you chuckled. It was your turn to make him fall apart, and you loved it.

“Shit, yeah, I'm easy with this damn mouth,” he agreed. “That’s it baby. Keep licking them.”

You pulled them up then tasted the skin behind them, gaze looking up at him but his eyes were closed, his hands resting on your head.

“You don’t want a cigarette, Lucien?” you bantered, then licked him again from his scrotum to his ass that you teased with the tip of your tongue.

“Fuck… I can barely breathe, no I can’t smoke right now, you little minx,” he whimpered as you took a ball in your mouth. You finally released it with a needy moan. Your core was already filled with warmth again and begging for release. 

“Shit, you need it deep, right? Wanna ride it?” he asked as he held your elbow to get you up.

“No, want you to fuck me.”

“Come here then, baby. All fours. Lemme see that ass.”

You settled and he knelt behind you, rubbing his cock against your soaked folds, before grabbing the plug and pulling on it slightly, making your ring contract instinctively as it was stretching you.

He chuckled, then mocked gently, “that’s cute. As if he doesn’t want to get fucked.” He nestled his fat tip at your sloppy pussy then pushed in, and you stopped breathing for a minute under the feeling of his cock splitting you in two.

“How do you need me, baby? Need me to fix you up for a while, until next time?”

You moaned, feeling him push in your two holes.

“Tell me,” he insisted, filling you with his whole length and brushing against your cervix.

“Yeah, fuck…. Yeah, I need you to fix me.”

“Damn, baby,” he said, pulling out to eat your pussy from behind, and he removed the plug to press his nose against your ass before coming up to lick it.

“Oh god,” you whined, eyes rolling in the back of your head and fists squeezing the sofa cushions. He spat on your ass and watched the saliva run down and slide inside before licking at it, pressing his tongue against it then pushing in. Your ass opened up to let him reach inside and you couldn’t hold back a loud moan as he was lapping at your hole.

He spanked you and focused his tongue on your most private place before grabbing your ass with his two hands. You wanted to beg him to stuff you until he’d fill you with his seed. 

“Lucien, please… Fuck me.”

He straightened up and pressed his tip against your cunt, pushing in slowly to let you feel all of him sliding in.

“Oh, fuck,” you whined.

Leaning on your forearms, you didn't move, letting him thrust into you, filling you so slowly that you could feel the vein of his cock brushing your insides.

“Oh, god, that’s good Lucien, fuck…”

“Yeah? Always takin’ me so good, baby…”

He started to fuck you, his thumb pressed against your ass, growls and moans escaping from his lips. He was watching you contract on his digit as he was filling your two holes. 

“Mmm,” you hummed. “Harder, please,” you whined.

You knew he would do it for you, in the way you needed, even though you knew he would want to take his time, to get you used to him. But he had quickly understood why you called him. Because he would answer your needs, because you were safe with him. Because his cock was so big it was perfect for what you were looking for, to forget everything else. He knew you were scared to be loved, or to love, and didn't want that kind of relationship. That this way of fucking was what you needed. For now anyway, and maybe forever. He always smiled when you called him a red flag, unaware of that game he was still playing for you. He could find it funny, how wrapped he was around your finger, although you didn't even know it. Or maybe you just didn't want to see it.

He was rolling into you, faster than he wanted. Harder than he wanted. Because if it was the only way he could have you, he would never say no. Because he knew you wouldn’t fall for him, and it was probably for the best.

“Fuck, baby… your little cunt is squeezing me so hard… You know I can never say no to you, right?” he asked, sliding his hand down to your clit, eager to make you come. His entire length was pushing in and out, fucking your insides like no one else could. Not as deep, not as wide.

“Make me come, Lucien, please,” you whimpered.

His balls squeezed him painfully, waiting to give you what you wanted. When you came, tightening on his cock so fucking hard, it was enough for him to spit his cum deep into your core while he panted even louder than you, mouth crushed against your shoulder, nibling at it, his weight pushing on your back. You leaned forward and felt his length leave your cunt and his cum flowed when you lay down on the couch, under him. Already feeling so desperately empty.

He leaned towards you and kissed you. He knew you didn't want more, and wouldn't allow more. Didn't want some bullshit proximity.

He sat on the couch, putting your calves on his lap, while you stayed lying there. He lit up a cigarette for you, then another one for him. You smoked them silently until he got up and put his clothes on.

“Till next time?” he asked.

“Till next time,” you replied.

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[seokmn]

VALENTINE’S DAY AT HOME ༘⋆♡⸝⸝⊹。°˖➴

pairing: seokmin x gn!reader wc: 0.6k words warnings: none

📣. tagging: @wonkierideul !

“there’s this thing they call love and i feel it when we touch”

Seokmin looked outside the window and pouted. He was clearly frustrated about the storm, he had planned so many things to do with you on valentine's day, only to be ruined by the shitty weather.

“Hey,” you smiled and patted the bed. Seokmin sighed and laid down next to you, turning his body to face you. “I’m sorry we have to stay at home. I had amazing plans, I’ve been planning things for today since last year,” Seokmin said quietly and you could sense how upset he was from his tone to the way he avoided your gaze like he was scared that you would be mad at him.

“It’s okay, Minnie. It’s not your fault,” you took a strand of hair away from his eyes and caressed his temple with your thumb. “But I wanted to do fun things with you. I wanted it to be a sunny day, not a depressing rainy day that looks like it’s already night.”

You got closer to him, your shoulders touching each other as you ran your index finger through his face, taking note of every facial feature. “Maybe the clouds are sad,” Seokmin looked at you with a confused expression. “Seeing all those lovely couples having fun while they can’t date? Depressing. Imagine if we went out? Do you think the clouds could handle seeing such a strong couple like us? Never!”

Seokmin chuckled and you smiled in return. “There it is,” you booped the tip of his nose. “Am I getting the bright Minnie back? I want him back with his shining smile that can light up a whole town. I want to hear that laughter that melts my heart and my entire body.”

“Eyyy,” Seokmin snorted and turned his head away from you to hide his flustered smile before turning back at you and pinching your cheek. “You’re way too cheesy for your own good.”

“Learned from the best,” you smiled and leaned forward, your lips finding his in a comforting kiss. Seokmin smiled against your lips and cupped your cheek.

The feeling of his smile against your lips made your heart beat faster. Everything about Seokmin made you feel like a teenager in love, but you always went crazy when he did that, and he even knew how to do it properly according to what atmosphere he wanted to create. He wanted to create a lovely and comfy atmosphere, so his smile was sweet, full of love and admiration.

You broke the kiss with a few pecks on his lips that only came to an end because of Seokmin’s grin. “I’m so happy to be with you.”

“Me too,” he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Thank you for being here with me, thank you for being my valentine.”

He brushed his nose against yours before hugging your waist and pulling you closer. You had your face hidden in his neck as he placed his chin on top of your head.

“You know what? This is actually very nice,” his fingers moved up and down slowly on your arm. “Having you here in my arms while we chill and listen to the rain.”

“See? And there you were all sad for staying at home. We can even cook something different and maybe play some games later.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m not upset anymore. The weather ruined my plans, all of them!” you chuckled and he gave you a playful and harmless slap on your shoulder for laughing before sighing. “But I guess you’re right… but I want to stay like this for a while.”

“I agree,” you pulled your head back to look up at him. “Little nap?”

“You read my mind, sweetheart. Let’s take a nap.”

[nishikio]

Just Us, Just Love

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: boyfriend!riki x female!reader

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: fluff fluff fluff, established relationship

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: none

──── ୨୧ ────

It was one of those nights—no schedules, no calls, no cameras. Just them.

y/n was curled up in the corner of the couch, scrolling through her phone, still in riki’s hoodie, the sleeves swallowing her hands. The fabric was warm from his body heat, and the scent of his cologne lingered in the threads, making her feel safe. Riki, on the other hand, was stretched out beside her, long legs sprawled over the cushions, one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch.

They had been quiet for a while, just existing in each other’s space, but riki wasn’t the type to sit still for long.

“You’re too far,” he mumbled, his voice low and slightly raspy from exhaustion.

y/n barely glanced up. “I’m literally right next to you.”

riki, unimpressed with her response, reached out, fingers brushing over the hem of the hoodie she wore. In one swift motion, he tugged her closer, effortlessly pulling her into his lap.

“Riki!” she yelped, but he only smirked, tightening his arms around her waist so she couldn’t escape.

“This is better,” he murmured, resting his chin on her shoulder. His voice was softer now, as if the world outside their apartment didn’t exist—just the warmth of her pressed against him.

Y/n sighed, but she didn’t fight him. Instead, she let herself relax against his chest, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns over his arm.

riki hummed, his lips brushing against the curve of her neck,y/n shivered at the feeling, warmth creeping up her spine.

riki, pulling back slightly so he could look at her. His eyes were laced with something unspoken, something soft. His fingers found her cheek, tracing along her jaw before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Y/n just stared at him, taking in the way his gaze flickered over her face—her eyes, her nose, the curve of her lips.

“What?” she asked, voice quieter now.

riki tilted his head, a lazy smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “Nothing. Just thinking about how pretty you are.”

y/n rolled her eyes, but the way her fingers curled into his hoodie betrayed her. “You always say that.”

“And I’ll keep saying it.”

He leaned in then, pressing his lips against her temple, then her cheek, then just below her ear, where she was most sensitive. She felt his smirk against her skin when she squirmed.

“Riki,” she warned.

“What?” he murmured, his breath warm against her neck. “I’m just appreciating my girlfriend. Is that a crime?”

Y/n bit back a smile, threading her fingers through his hair as she pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. “If it was, you’d be in jail by now.”

riki chuckled, but his grip on her waist tightened, his fingers slipping beneath the hoodie to rest against her skin. She felt the warmth of his hands, his touch grounding, familiar.

“Stay like this for a while,” he said, more serious now.

y/n softened. “Okay.”

And so they stayed. Wrapped up in each other, warmth shared in the quiet of the night. It was the kind of love that didn’t need grand gestures or spoken confessions—it was just them. Just love.

[m1stm3]

money, money, money!!!

okok so my beautiful bsf (luv u @monouser) introduced me to a japanese custom called kozukai and said “nanami.” so i said sir yes sir and now we’re here!!! ^.^

cw’s!!: fem! reader, family issues (rude comments :[), and petty husband nanami!!

wc: 1.1k (eeeeeee!!!!)

kento nanami had always considered himself to be a very sensible man. he had a stable income and occupation, a beautiful home, and was generally very mature and well-mannered.

until someone messed with you, then all of that carefully curated sensibility was thrown out the window.

see, when you had first mentioned the off-comments your family made about your relationship with him, — as much as it irked him — he urged you to brush it off. why should their opinions matter when the both of you are happy and healthy? you agreed (albeit begrudgingly), and simply moved on with your life. and honestly? everything fixed itself up for a while. your wedding went without a hitch, not one complaint or aggravating comment from any of your family members. you knew better though, that it was only a matter of time until it started again but worse. the calm before the storm, if you will.

of course, you were right.

as soon as you mentioned the new living arrangements to your family, it was nonstop. “you? a housewife? you could barely clean up after yourself when you were younger!”, “don’t you think that’s a little fast? you barely know how to cook a proper meal!”, “good luck to your husband, he’ll need it to deal with you.”

the next time you told your husband about the mean-spirited comments, there were tears lining your pretty eyes. as always, he was soft in his comfort, gently reassuring you that you didn’t need to do any of those things for him to be satisfied. “that’s a sad way to think.” he murmured, pressing his lips to your temple. “you’re not indebted to me because i chose to marry you. i take care of you because i want to. because i love you, do you understand?” when you nod, you think that’s the end of it. you and your husband love each other and that’s all that matters, end of story.

kento nanami was a sensible man, so of course he wasn’t planning any sort of revenge on your family. he was mature and stoic and well-mannered so when he suggested a family get-together at your shared home (“just formalities, my love. don’t you want them to see how happy we are?”), you didn’t even blink an eye. your husband wasn’t easy to anger. even if he was, he wasn’t one to act on it.

kento nanami was uptight and stubborn and sardonic in the best ways possible. but more than anything, your husband was petty.

kento had a plan when he walked up to you and the small group of family members you were speaking to. the conversation seemed to be going well at first, with them complimenting your home and gushing over the two gorgeous rings on your finger (he couldn’t help the small swell of pride that bloomed in his chest when you gave the diamonds a loving look). he had seen the way you tensed after something one of them said, a strained little laugh leaving your lips as your shoulders deflated slightly.

that’s when he swooped in, one of his hands resting against your hip while he pressed a kiss to your cheek. you gave him a soft smile, the spark of grateful relief in your gaze obvious to only him. “apologies for the interruption, my love. i just wanted to check in.” he muttered by your ear, giving your hip a small, reassuring squeeze. he knew your family was watching the interaction, probably wondering what he was telling you (he couldn’t care less).

he turned to your family once you assured him you were okay, giving them a polite nod of acknowledgment before turning back to you. “you look gorgeous in that dress, love. it was the best option out of the ones you showed me, i’m so glad you bought it.” his voice was pointedly louder than before, a detail only you caught that caused your brows to furrow slightly. what was he doing?

your family nodded along to his words before doing an almost comical double-take. “you bought it? with what money?” your brother was the first one to speak up, pointing (quite rudely, in your husbands opinion) directly at you while scoffing skeptically. your cheeks heated slightly in embarrassment, your lips parting to rebut his words until kento beat you to it.

“with her money.” he said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. your gaze moved between the two men, trying to gauge whether or not you should step in. “your husband gives you an allowance?” there was a barely restrained grin on your brothers face, the cruel giddiness only growing when you didn’t immediately respond.

“she gives me an allowance, actually.” your husband spoke up once again, the narrow-eyed look he sent his way making your brothers brows furrow. “it’s more common practice amongst businessmen, so it’s understandable that you weren’t aware.” kento sounds a little more smug now. “she handles all of the finances, including my allowance. i’m honestly quite useless in comparison, i simply go to work and come home.” he added, his thumb tracing a senseless pattern over your hip.

your brother was practically glaring at the self-satisfied look your husband was wearing. but of course, your brother never knew when to stop, even if it was a losing battle. “oh, of course, because my sister is the person to trust with all of your finances. right.” his voice dripped with venomous sarcasm, his eyes rolling as he spoke.

“don’t talk about my wife like that.” your husband said suddenly, his eyes narrowed into a glare directly aimed at your brother. the two men gave each other the stare down for a few moments while you and your other family members looked between the two of them with wide eyes. your brother was the first to concede (obviously), storming off with a petulant sort of huff. the rest of your family was quick to follow (after giving you and your husband a polite nod, of course. who would dare disrespect you after the show your husband just put on?).

kento turned to you with a sheepish look after they left, the aftermath of his initial aggravation finally hitting him. “too much?” he asked softly, carefully watching you for your reaction. you only shook your head, a small smile pulling at the corners of your lips.

it’s safe to say your family hesitated in their unneeded comments after that day.

[saeslove]

🕸️ 25 . you won’t love the real me

synopsis spider-man has always kept his secrets close, but when you start to see past the mask, the truths he’s kept hidden for so long threaten to break free. wc 1155

the room feels quieter than before, the soft glow of dawn filters through the curtains, illuminating the torn suit spider-man still wears. his breathing slow and steady, even though you can tell the remnants of last night's fight are taking their toll. he’s still here, still resting on the other side of your bed. (you slept with spider-man?!) 

you can’t help but feel a mix of concern and curiosity as you approach him, the medical supplies already in your hands. you need to tend to his wounds again, but something about the way he lies there, vulnerable, unsettles you. this isn’t just the hero. this is the man that has countlessly saved you. 

your fingers tremble as you carefully clean his remaining wounds, brushing against his skin beneath his torn suit as you work. each touch feels more intimate than the last, and it’s not just the physical closeness. the quiet of the room makes everything feel so heavy like you’re discovering something you shouldn’t.

as you trace a particular tattoo on his forearm, your pulse quickens. it stirs something deep within you, something familiar. you hesitate, wondering if it's just coincidence, if it’s a memory long buried coming to the surface. before you can stop yourself, you lean in closer, letting your fingers follow the lines of the design. that's when his hand shoots up fast and catching your wrist in an almost protective gesture. his grip is firm but not forceful and you feel the warmth of his skin even through the gloves.

“what are you doing?” his voice is low and quiet, like he’s trying to distract you, but you’re already too far gone, caught in the connection between you.

you swallow hard, your voice shaky. “i just…” you glance between the tattoo and the small part of his face that’s exposed beneath the mask. “i think i know you. or at least… i want to.”

before he can respond, there’s a knock at your door. your heart drops into your stomach.

“y/n? are you awake?” your father’s voice carries through the wood, and spider-man tenses, his muscles rigid as he shifts toward the window with practiced precision.

you scramble, instinctively throwing a blanket over him to hide him from view. you can feel your breath quicken, the weight of the situation making your head spin. "y-yeah, i’m up," you call out, hoping your voice doesn’t betray your panic. you can hear your father’s footsteps stop just outside, the tension in the room palpable as spider-man’s breathing shallowly matches yours.

the doorknob rattles. you freeze, but spider-man stays completely still, his body tense. your hand darts out, gripping his arm beneath the blanket in a silent plea. he remains motionless.

the sound of your father’s sigh breaks the stillness. "alright. just don’t stay in bed for too long," he calls out, his footsteps retreating down the hall, and you let out the breath you’d been holding.

spider-man shifts beneath the blanket, pulling it off his face and staring at you with an unreadable expression. “that was close,” he mutters, voice rough with tension.

“you think?” you whisper, your pulse still racing, every part of you on edge.

he smirks. “didn’t know you’d get so nervous having a guy in your bed.”

heat rushes to your neck. you glare at him. “shut up.”

the man beneath the mask shifts again, preparing to push himself off the bed. before he could even move, your hand shoots out, gripping his wrist, preventing him from leaving.

“you’re not going anywhere in that condition,” you say, voice firm, yet there’s a crack of concern beneath it.

you could feel his gaze softens, and he tilts his head, watching you intently. “you don’t have to do this, you know,” he murmurs, the words stirring something in you, but you can’t back down now.

you pause, your fingers still wrapped around his wrist. “i know.”

his gaze deepens, and he asks, “then why?”

the question lingers between you, and you finally speak, the words coming out slower, heavier than you expected. “because someone has to look after you.” the weight of the statement seems to settle in the space between you both.

his breath hitches, and for a brief moment, he looks at you like he’s caught off guard, like he doesn’t know how to respond. 

“careful, sweetheart. you’re gonna make me think you care.”

you scoff, pulling your hands away. “think what you want.”

but then his hand catches yours again. warm, firm, but gentle. the intensity in his grip makes your heart flutter, and when you meet his masked gaze, there’s something undeniably soft there.

“i already know,” he whispers, voice barely audible, but the words hit you hard, leaving you breathless.

before you can process it, before you can react, he pulls away, the weight of his words hanging in the air like an unanswered question. the moment slips away, and spider-man stands quickly, shifting uncomfortably.

the room feels smaller now, the weight of silence pressing in. 

“i shouldn’t have stayed,” he mutters, almost to himself.

your heart sinks, confusion and hurt mixing within you. “what?” you can’t keep the frustration from creeping into your voice. “you can’t just leave. not after all this.”

he glances at you, and for a brief, flickering second, you see something in his eyes, a vulnerability, a hesitation. it’s gone in an instant, replaced by the familiar, guarded look you’ve come to expect.

“don’t love me,” he says, his voice tight with an emotion you can’t read. “not yet. don’t love me.”

you take a step forward, but your chest feels tight, your words catching in your throat. “what do you mean don’t love you?” you can barely get the words out, the pain of his rejection cutting deep. “i’m not some switch you can turn off. i care about you. i’ve cared about you for a long time.”

he takes a step back, shaking his head. “you don’t understand. you don’t know what it would cost you.”

“i don’t care what it costs,” you fire back, your voice breaking. “i’m not afraid of you. i’m not afraid of this.” you gesture vaguely between you, the weight of the moment making your hands tremble. “i just want to be there for you. why can’t you see that?”

his jaw tightens, and you can see the internal struggle raging inside him. the silence hangs between you, thick and suffocating. finally, he steps back further, shaking his head in quiet defeat. “i told you. not yet. not like this.”

before you can convince him, he’s gone, slipping into the quiet morning without a word.

you stand there, the silence deafening, your heart heavy with questions that have no answers. for the second time, once again love has let you down. 

and if your theories are right, then both spider-man and michael kaiser are nothing more than cowards. running, hiding, too afraid to stay.

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[whisper-ocean]

Fuck it, Let’s ruin the friendship

Authors note: this is the first fan fiction I have ever written so I apologise if it’s not very good, I’m hoping that the more I write the better I’ll get. Well here goes nothing.

Warnings: smut, over 18s only, minors DNI.

You and David have been friends for years, you both met in college and clicked instantly forming an unbreakable bond, you both connected through mutual interests, you used to go to cons together he would cosplay as the Joker and you as Harley Quinn. There were always rumours going around of you two dating but you both brushed them off never even thinking of each other like that. As the years went by your friendship grew stronger you were both inseparable, his family loved you and you would often go with him back to Alabama during the holidays. You never saw him as more than a friend that was until recently.

It was a typical Saturday night for you guys take out a bottle of wine and whatever board game you both decide to play. David was taking a well earned break from making multiple appearances at various cons where he would do meet and greets and dress up as Art the clown for photo opps.

The conversation flowed effortlessly as you caught each other up with what you guys did that week. After a while you both settled into a comfortable silence which he broke when he asked you “hey do you remember when everyone thought we were dating” “yeah, oh my god that was hilarious” you reply “how come”, “no reason just reminiscing I guess” you sensed there was more to what he was trying to say but he turned away from you, “maybe we should call it a night” he said yawning “yeah good idea but there’s no way I’m letting you drive back considering you’ve got half a bottle of wine in you, you can sleep in the spare room” “thanks Ro” he replies.

You clean up and both head upstairs you start to sense a tension between you that you’ve never noticed before. He stops and looks at you “how come we never talked about being more than friends before”, you swallow not knowing how to answer. There was always a part of you that wondered what if but you were always too scared of ruining the friendship you shared. He continues to look at you, a look you’ve never noticed before. He takes a step towards you closing the gap, the only sound there is of you both breathing looking at each other.

“Dave, if we cross this line there’s no going back” he looks at you “good”.

He pushes you up against the wall your lips crashing together with desperation, all your thoughts turn directly to him, how badly you want him and how long you’ve been longing for this to happen. He pulls away suddenly looking into you eyes his breath heavy, “are you sure about this, is this what you want” he whispers, you look at him and nod “yes, please I need you” he smirks and attaches his lips to your neck, he nips lightly and a small yet involuntary moan escapes from your lips, “please baby I need you” in that moment David picks you up and you wrap your legs around him, you can feel his arousal pressing into you as he carries you over to the bed, David lays you down stands up and looks you over, “Jesus Rose you have no idea how beautiful you are”. You can’t help but blush and turn your head, he crawls on top of you he burries his face into your neck licking, nipping and sucking the sensitive area, he started trailing kisses down in between the valley of your breasts, your breathing starts to get heavier and you can feel your own arousal soaking through your underwear “please stop teasing me, I fucking need you” and with that it’s like a switch flipped and all of a sudden David quickly yanks off your pants taking your panties with them and before you know it his mouth is right there on your most sensitive bud licking and sucking, you start moaning his name over and over, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to release when all of a sudden he inserts his fingers expertly hitting your g spot and that’s enough you bring you over the edge, you throw your head back and moan his name repeatedly. David removes himself from you and as he undresses himself you can’t help but admire him, your eyes trail down and lock onto his member, you knew he was big but his size still took you by surprise, he notices you looking “you absolutely sure babe, because if you’ve changed your mind” he barely gets to finish his sentence before you jump up and attack his lips and that’s all the confirmation he needed, you switch positions so that you’re on top of him, you reach down and line him up with your entrance and as you move down onto him barely able to take all of him in, you see his eyes roll to the back of his head, you stay like this for a minute before you start moving up and down the pleasure indescribable, he grips your waist and takes a nipple into his mouth, you throw you head back moaning as his name rolls off your tongue “oh my god baby just like that, please don’t fucking stop” “Rose baby I’m so fucking close” he says between breaths you continue your pace your breaths getting heavier, moans getting louder, David starts playing with your clit as he moans into your neck when all of a sudden you feel as the edge of your release threatens to come crashing down, your legs start to shake as he pushes you fully over the edge to your orgasm, your words incoherent as you struggle to put a sentence together then suddenly he ruts upwards spilling into you as his own orgasm washes over him.

You both lay there in bed with your head resting on his chest as he gently runs his fingers up and down your arm, “Rose” he starts you interrupt him with a kiss “no regrets, I’ve wanted this for so long, I can’t hide it anymore, please don’t let this be a one time thing where you disappear after you’ve got what you wanted, I can’t bear the thought of not having you in my life” you can feel the tears pooling in your eyes threatening to spill over. David takes your face in his hands and looks you in the eyes “I’ve loved you for years but I never thought for a second that you would want me, I mean I’m not exactly the type you normally go for am I” he chuckles slightly but you can hear the hurt in his voice that he’s so desperately trying to hide. You look at him as you feel your heart break for him “hey don’t say that, I should have told you sooner but I was scared that you didn’t see me like that” “trust me babe I do, I do see you, you are everything I have ever wanted please give me the chance to show you that”.

You gently press your lips against his, you can feel him smile as you both mumble I love you’s to each other.

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[millersgirl80]

SUMMER BREAK CH. 4 18+ MDNI

A/N: This is 18+ So MDNI!!! Masterlist

Summary: Joel’s bbq is in full swing, Tasha finds her a new hobby, Darlin gets her way, and just read so I don’t spoil it

Pairing Joel miller ofc x female reader

Warnings: unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it), oral (f receiving), fingering, age gap.

Word count: roughly 4.0k

“Go into my room. You can relax there. I’ll bring you some water.”

His room. The thought sent a thrill of anticipation mixed with trepidation through me. I’d been in his house countless times, but never…alone, in his bedroom.

After climbing the stairs, my legs feeling heavy. The scent of his cologne, a subtle blend of spice and sandalwood, drifted down to me, wrapping me in a comforting embrace.

His room was exactly as I imagined it. Simple, uncluttered, and undeniably Joel.

I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on me. The encounter with Josh, the constant push and pull of my feelings for Joel, the fear of shattering the delicate balance of our lives…it was all too much.

A moment later, Joel appeared in the doorway, a glass of water in his hand. He sat beside me on the bed, close enough that our shoulders brushed.

“Here,” he said softly, handing me the glass. “Drink this.”

I took a sip, the cool water soothing my parched throat. The silence stretched between us, thick and heavy with unspoken words.

“Thank you,” I said again, my voice barely a whisper.

He turned to face me, his blue eyes searching mine. “Darlin’, are you really okay?”

I shook my head, tears welling up in my eyes. “No. I’m tired of this, Joel. I’m tired of pretending, acting like nothing happened.”

He reached out and took my hand, his fingers interlacing with mine. His touch was warm, reassuring.

“Pretending what?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the inevitable. “Pretending that I don’t…that we don’t…feel something for each other.”

The words hung in the air, raw and vulnerable. Joel’s gaze intensified, his eyes burning into mine.

“And what if we do?” he asked, his voice barely audible.

The question, so simple yet so profound, shattered the carefully constructed dam that had held back my emotions for so long. Tears threatened to stream down my face.

“Don’t you think we deserve a chance to explore it?” I whispered, my voice choked with emotion.

He brought my hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against my knuckles. “I think you deserve a life time of happiness darlin.”

He leaned closer, his breath warm against my cheek. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the moment, to the pull that had always existed between us. Joel pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. He paused, his thumb gently stroking the back of my hand. “But... what about the risks? What about what everyone else thinks? Our families…your dad? I would never want to take that away from you. Ruin your relationship with him because of my selfish needs.”

Without waiting for an answer, I leaned into Joel pressing my lips against his. The kiss was electric, a spark igniting the passion that had been building for so long. Joel responded with an intensity that matched my own, his hands cupping my face, holding me in place as he deepened the kiss.

Our tongues danced, exploring each other's mouths with a hunger that had been pent up for too long. I could taste the sweetness of his breath, feel the heat radiating from his body. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me into his lap, and I melted into his embrace, my hands running through his hair.

Breaking away for air, we gazed at each other, breathless. Joel's eyes were dark with desire, mirroring the fire burning within me.

His lips found mine again, hungry and demanding. He kissed me with a passion that left me breathless, his tongue exploring my mouth with expert precision. I responded in kind, my hands tugging at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine.

With deft movements, Joel pulled off the straps of my dress, exposing my floral bikini top and the swell of my breasts. His eyes darkened further as he took in the sight, his breath coming in sharp gasps. ”You're breathtaking, Darlin'. I want to worship every inch of you.” His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples, eliciting a soft moan from my lips. I arched into his touch, craving more. “Please Joel, take me here, now.” I begged rolling my hips onto his.

“Darling, he breathed, his voice filled with regret. I want you, more than you can imagine. But we can't... not like this. If we do this…I want to take my time with you and not rush.” Joel pulled himself together fixing my dress.

“When the time is right darling.” He picked me up standing me up right. Standing up in-front of me fixing my dress. “Let’s head back downstairs, okay?”

I walked barefoot across the soft grass, the evening breeze caressing my skin as I made my way back to the BBQ. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the backyard, and the sound of laughter and music filled the air. Joel's house was buzzing with life, a stark contrast to the quiet anticipation I felt within.

As I approached the gathering, I spotted Sarah, Joel's daughter, chatting animatedly with a group of her friends.

"Darlin, over here!" Sarah waved me over, her voice cutting through the lively chatter.

Hey, Sarah," I said, giving her a quick hug. "Having fun?

"Yeah, it's been great! But listen, I was wondering if you could come over Monday while dad is at work? Just the two of us, you know, girl time. I need some advice on a few things." Sarah's voice lowered, and I could tell she wanted to talk about something private.

“Of course, sweetie. I'd love to. Just text me the details, and I'll be there.”

As I turned to walk away, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

It was Joel, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Having a good time, Darlin?" he asked, handing me a plate.

"Yeah, it's been great, thank you.” I smiled at him slightly blushing as the thought of me straddling him came back to my mind.

“I'd love to hang out more but I've got a lot of cleaning up to do. The party's winding down, and you know how much of a mess these things can be.” Joel laughs kinda awkwardly rubbing his neck.

"I could help you clean up," I offered, hoping to spend more time with him.

“That's very sweet of you, Darlin. I'd appreciate the help.

I nodded, my heart racing at the thought of being alone with him again.

Not long after I finish my plate Joel made me, the guests began to filter out, I walked my dad out to his car after Melissa had demanded him to come home. “You know she’s not in charge of you.” I laughed at him.

My dad nods. “She’s right tho, I need to spend more time at home instead of work.” He opens his door. “You coming?”

“I’ll catch a ride with Tasha.” I pointed back to Joel’s house.

“Hey dad? Can I ask why you haven’t sold the house?” My dad looks at me and turns back to look across the street our old house. “I’m not ready to let it go just yet.” He pauses smiling at the house “plus it’s not mine to sell.” He winks getting into his car, starting it and driving off.

I walk back into Joel’s house shocked and a little relief. Joel walks over to me “Everything okay darlin?” I nod walking away still unable to speak. “Hey, hey what’s going on?” Joel caressed my arm. “Dad, he pretty much just told me the old house was mine?” I smiled looking at Joel, not being able to contain my excitement anymore. That house was my mom’s everything, she made sure to always have it up to style. “You said something about fixing it up? What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing big, just some up keep.” Joel turns around to a table pulling something out. “You wanna walk over?” He hands me the keys.

I had tried to ignore this part of my life for years, having to come back wasn’t the worst part, it was the decision to sell it, but as I stood at the edge of the cracked sidewalk, memories flooded over me like the summer rainstorms of my childhood.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Joel asked, his voice a comforting murmur. He was standing beside me, hands stuffed deep in the pockets of his jeans, his eyes searching mine for any hint of regret.

I swallowed hard. "I want to," I replied, my own voice sounding foreign to me.

With a nod, he took my hand and we crossed the street together, the warmth of his palm steadying me. The rhythmic walking felt oddly nostalgic—like the whispers of my childhood. The neighborhood had changed, of course; the vibrant hues of the houses had faded, and the trees, once grand and mighty, were now mere shadows of their former selves. Yet, the sight of my house—the little blue one with white shutters—still struck a chord deep within my heart.

I stopped at the edge of the driveway, my breath catching in my throat. It looked smaller now, the paint peeling away like memories too old to hold onto. I could almost hear the echo of laughter—my laughter—bouncing off the walls, mingling with the warm sunlight filtering through the leaves overhead.

“Darlin?” Joel called softly, pulling me out of my thoughts. He stepped closer, watching me with those soft, brown eyes filled with a protective warmth. “Do you want to go inside?”

The question hung heavy in the air. Did I want to step back into that world, a world I had worked so hard to forget? I could feel the memories tugging at me, but there was fear mingled with that pull—fear of the ghosts that might greet me within those walls.

“I think I do,” I admitted. “But only for a moment.”

With that, Joel unlocked the door.

With a gentle push, the door creaked open, and I was enveloped by nostalgia; the air was thick with the smell of aged wood and something sweetly floral. The living room looked just as I remembered, with an old brown couch and a mantle adorned with family photographs, their glass frames catching the afternoon light. “I forgot dad only took our clothes when we left.” I ran my hands over the couch.

“Do you want a minute alone?” Joel asked, stepping inside and glancing around as though he were worried I might break.

I shook my head. “Stay.” my feet already moving toward the narrow staircase that led to the second floor. Each step creaked beneath my weight, each creak resonant with echoes of my childhood laughter and the quiet sighs of my mother. As I reached the top, I paused outside the familiar door, the paint now faded, the doorknob slightly rusted, my old room. I haven’t been in it since I was 10.

Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and pushed the door open. Just like the rest of the house, it felt both comforting and eerie—an overlapping of my childhood and the shadow of distance.

The walls were still painted soft pink, dotted with peeling flower stickers I had placed there myself a lifetime ago. The quilt on the bed still retained a hint of my mother’s touch with its careful stitches and pastel patterns. My heart ached with the memories—sleepless nights filled with whispered dreams, stuffed animals bearing witness to my fears.

“Wow,” Joel said softly, stepping in behind me. “This is beautiful.”

I turned to him and smiled, grateful that he could see it too, appreciate the beauty of my former life, even as I grappled with the complexities of it all. “It used to be my sanctuary,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He was quiet for a moment, absorbing the bittersweetness surrounding us. “What do you remember most?”

“many things,” I said. “The laughter mostly. And the stories my mother would tell me at bedtime. That was my favorite.” I let out a soft chuckle, remembering my mother's animated gestures as she spun tales of brave heroes and faraway lands.

“And the pain?” Joel asked gently, his eyes holding mine with unwavering sincerity.

I paused, contemplating. It was there, too. “Every home has its shadows.” I shrugged.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “But you lights it up, Darlin. You always can.”

I couldn’t help but smile at that. With Joel beside me, I felt more anchored than ever. “Come on darling. Let’s head back and clean up, yeah?” Joel squeezes my hand.

I stayed by Joel's side, gathering plates and stacking them neatly. We worked in comfortable silence, the only sound being the clinking of glasses and the occasional burst of laughter from the remaining guests finally saying goodbyes and walking out.

As we made our way towards the trash cans, we stumbled upon a sight that took my breath away. Tasha was kissing Tommy, Their bodies were pressed against each other, hands exploring, and their lips moved in a frenzied dance.

I quickly cover my mouth, Joel's hand on my lower back grounded me. "Let's not disturb them, shall we?" he said, his voice husky. "We can take care of the trash later."

“Come on, Darlin," Joel whispered, leading me away. "Let's go inside and finish up there.

As we stepped into the kitchen, I could feel the tension between us building. Joel's touch was electric, and I knew he felt the same way. We worked in silence, our movements becoming slower, more deliberate. I could sense his eyes on me as I bent over to pick up a fallen fork, my dress riding up my thighs. He steps behind me wrapping his arms around my waist.

“You know, Darlin, I've always wanted to taste you. To explore every inch of your body.”

"What happened to going slow and taking your time?" I smirked, turning to face him.

Without another word, he pulled me into his arms, his lips crashing down on mine. The kiss was hungry, desperate, as if we had been holding back for too long. I could taste the whiskey he had been sipping on throughout the party.

His hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress. I arched into his touch, my nipples hardening further. With a growl, he tore his mouth from mine and began to kiss my neck,

“I want you, Darlin. Right here, no more holding back.” his hands sliding down to grip my hips.

“Then don’t" I whispered, my hands tugging at his shirt. "I need you.”

Joel lifted me onto the kitchen counter, his hands sliding under my dress, caressing my bare thighs. I gasped as his fingers trailed higher, teasing my wetness through my bikini.

“You're so wet, Darlin. I can't wait any longer.”With a swift motion, he ripped my bikini aside, exposing my glistening folds.

“Joel," I pleaded. "Please, I need to feel you inside me.”

With a rough groan, he plunged his fingers into my core, curling them to find my sweet spot. I cried out, my body trembling as his thumb begin rubbing my clit in firm circles. The sensations were overwhelming, and I could feel my orgasm building quickly.

“That's it, Darlin. Come for me. Let me feel your sweet pussy clench around my fingers.”

His words sent me over the edge, and I cried out his name as my body convulsed in pleasure. I could feel my juices flowing freely, coating his hand as he continued to stroke me through my climax.

As my tremors subsided, Joel pulled his fingers from my pulsing heat, bringing them to his mouth and sucking my wetness from them. His eyes never left mine as he savored my taste, and I felt a rush of satisfaction at the sight.

“I want more, Darlin. I want to feel your tight pussy squeezing my cock.”

“I want that too, Joel. I want to feel you deep inside me.”

But before he could take me, the sound of the front door slamming interrupted us. We froze, our gazes locking, Joel groans as he shoves my bathing suit bottoms in his pocket as I move off the counter straightening out my dress for the second time tonight. Going back immediately to picking the trash up acting casual.

Tasha and Tommy walk in Tommy’s arm is wrapped around her neck as they make their way to the kitchen, they freeze as they see Joel and I standing in the kitchen. “I was…just showing her-“ Tommy starts to explain. “We know.” Joel interrupts not wanting to picture it again. Tommy pulls Tasha upstairs as they go back to each other as if nothing stopped them in the first place. I walk around the living room finishing picking up cups and plates left down, Joel comes back in from taking the trash out. “Stay tonight.” He whispered walking to me pressing his back to my chest. Before I could respond, Joel leaned in, his lips brushing against my neck. A soft moan escaped my mouth as his warm breath caressed my sensitive skin. His hands slid around my waist, pulling me closer, and I could feel his hardness pressing against my lower back. "Stay with me, Darlin. I've wanted you for so long.” He peppered kisses down my neck to my shoulder.

I hum relaxing into his touch. “Is that going to be a good idea for us?” I ask letting my head fall on his shoulder as he continues to leave kisses on my shoulder. “Don’t know but I do know I need you darlin.” Joel pressed harder against my ass making me whimper.

“Come on baby.” Joel grabs my hand leading me upstairs to his room. Joel shuts his door behind us making his way to me cupping my face bringing it in for a kiss. Soft and slow taking his time, his hand moves to my waist pulling me in closer against him, as his knee moves between my thigh, opening them up more for him. I pull away catching my breath looking at him.

With trembling fingers, I reached for the button of my dress, my movements hesitant. Joel's hand covered mine, guiding it away, his touch firm yet gentle.

"Let me,” he murmured, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps as he undid the buttons and strings, one by one, leaving it to pool at my feet, revealing the floral bikini top beneath. His fingers brushed against my skin, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I arched into his touch, my breasts straining against the confines of my top.

"You're so beautiful, Darlin.”

"Please, Joel, don’t stop.”

"Patience, darlin'. We have all night.”

With that, he stood, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. I felt lightheaded, my body buzzing with anticipation. Joel led me towards the bed, his hand firmly holding mine. As he lowered me on the bed on my back crawling on top of me. Pulling the strings to my top letting it lay loosely around my breast, he kissed down my neck to my collarbone nipping here and there.

I buck my hips against his needing more. “Joel” I breathlessly beg. “Shhh baby. I got you.” He whispered finally getting rid of the bathing suit laying across my chest. I felt exposed, but the hunger in his eyes made me feel desired in a way I'd never experienced before. He took my nipple in his mouth sucking and swirling his tongue around the bud. "Oh, God, Joel, that feels so good.” I gasp looking down at him.

Joel hummed as he popped my nipple out of his mouth continuing kissing down my torso leaving marks sporadically across my stomach and pelvic bone. “Can I taste you darlin?” Joel looks up his eyes dark as he waits for my approval. I nod biting my lip, With that, he settled between my legs and lowers his head, his tongue finding my clit, flicking it gently. I cried out, my body convulsing with pleasure. Joel's mouth was hot and wet, his tongue relentless as he laved my most sensitive spot. I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him to me, my hips bucking against his mouth.

“Oh my god, Joel!” I cried out my legs squeezing around his head, as my hands gripped his shoulders as he continued to licked and suckled.

Joel continued to pleasure me, his fingers joining his mouth, delving deep inside me, finding that spot that made me see stars. I was on the brink of orgasm, my body coiled tight, making him chuckle, the vibration against my clit sending sparks of pleasure through me. His tongue delved deeper, exploring every inch of my pussy, while his fingers worked their magic on my swollen bud. I was a mess in his hands, my body trembling on the edge of release.

“Come for me, Darlin. Let go.”

His words were my undoing. I cried out, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Joel continued to lap at my sensitive flesh, drawing out my orgasm. Joel sat up taking his shirt off and unbuttoning his pants. I sit up helping him, I wanted to taste him, to feel him explode in my mouth, but he stopped me.

“Not yet, sweetheart. I want to be inside you” He laid me back down, positioning himself between my thighs, his cock nudging at my entrance. I was still sensitive from my orgasm, but I wanted him desperately. I lifted my hips, urging him to fill me.

“Please Joel.” I whispered

He pushed forward, his thick head breaching my tight opening. I gasped at the stretch, my body accommodating his girth. He paused, giving me a moment to adjust, before withdrawing slightly and thrusting forward again, this time seating himself fully inside me.

“Fuck, you're tight.” Joel groan lowering his head into the crook of my neck.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him. He began to move, his hips snapping forward in a steady rhythm. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure through my sensitive flesh, and I matched his pace, my nails digging into his back.

“More Joel. I need more.” I moan feeling another burning sensation in my lower stomach

Joel complied, his thrusts becoming more powerful, his cock pounding into me relentlessly. The bed creaked beneath us, the only other sound being our ragged breaths and the wet, slapping sounds of our bodies coming together.

“I'm close. So fucking close.” He whimpered reaching down rubbing my clit.

“Come with me darlin” he rasped.

I felt his cock swell inside me, bringing my orgasm closer, I tightened my muscles, milking him losing what little control I had left, wanting to feel his release. He threw his head back, his body stiffening as he emptied himself deep within me, his hot cum filling me with each powerful spasm.

We lay there, our hearts pounding, our bodies slick with sweat. Joel collapsed onto the bed beside me, his chest heaving as he fought to regain his breath.

“Incredible. You're incredible, Darlin.” Joel rolled onto his side kissing my face.“So are you, Joel.” I smiled turning to face him. Joel reached up sliding a strand of hair behind my ear. “Get some rest darlin.” He laid down pulling me closer as we drift off to sleep.

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[whimsicalpolitical]

wait im feeling freaky tonight mb- ross lets you braid his hair (after MUCH pleading like he was like absolutely fucking not first time you asked) but as you braid you pull his hair a bit too hard and he starts whimpering and shit and idfk im half asleep here you go enjoy x

😁😁😁😁 such a pretty boy

ross has been resistant to the idea for weeks. every time you ask to braid his hair, he just rolls his eyes, mutters a piss off, and goes back to whatever he was doing. but tonight? tonight, you’ve finally worn him down.

“fine,” he sighs, slumping further into the couch. “do what you want.”

“yes!” you shriek and immediately wander off to the bathroom to get some essentials.

ross is already smirking when you come back into the living room, hair ties looped around your fingers, a brush in the other hand.

"you’re," he starts, shaking his head, "way too fucking excited about this."

you narrow your eyes at him, stopping in front of where he’s slouched on the couch, one arm resting lazily along the back. "can you just let me enjoy things without being a prick about it?"

"never," he says easily, patting his thigh. "c’mere then, let’s get this over with."

you practically beam as you climb onto the couch, shifting onto your knees behind him, setting the brush and hair ties down on the cushion. "you don’t ever get to shave this off," you warn as you start carding your fingers through his hair, smoothing it out. "understand?"

ross huffs a laugh, leaning into your touch just slightly. "yes, ma’am."

"good." you grab the brush, dragging it carefully through the strands, taking your time. "seriously, ross, it’s too good. i’d be devastated if you got rid of it."

"devastated?"

"completely inconsolable."

"christ," ross mutters, but he’s grinning. "reckon i’d have to keep it just to spare you the heartbreak, then."

"exactly."

you start sectioning off pieces, working with practiced ease. ross stays still, mostly, except for the occasional shift, stretching his legs out more, fingers tapping idly against his knee. he lets you work in silence for a bit before his voice cuts through the quiet. "y’know," he muses, "you’re not shit at this.”

"hey!" you flick the back of his head lightly. "of course i’m not!”

he just chuckles, "just saying."

you keep braiding, letting the quiet settle again. you’re hyperfocused, making sure each section is perfect—but at one point, you realize you’re stretching to reach properly, arms at a slightly awkward angle.

you hesitate. then, before you can think too much about it, you shift forward, settling onto his lap, straddling him.

ross immediately stiffens beneath you, his hands settling heavy on your waist. "hm?” he hums slowly.

"can reach it better like this," you say, feigning innocence, fingers still deftly twisting through his hair.

"right," he says, squeezing your hips, thumbs pressing into the soft skin beneath your shirt. "sure."

his hands stay where they are, warm and solid, and he’s letting you work, letting you take your time—until your fingers slip slightly, tugging at his hair harder than you meant to.

ross whimpers.

you freeze.

his hands tense against your hips.

"shit, m’sorry," you say, twisting to glance at him.

his eyes are closed, his breathing slightly heavier, and his grip on your waist tightens for a fraction of a second before he huffs out a slow breath.

you grin. "or i’m not."

ross’s eyes snap open, meeting yours, and he shakes his head slightly like he’s trying to clear it. "stop."

you grin. "oh my god."

"don’t," he warns, but you’re already bringing your fingers back up, scratching lightly against his scalp, dragging your nails through his hair before you tug again, deliberate this time.

"fuck’s sake," ross groans, head tilting back slightly, hands tightening on your waist. "stop doin’ that."

"why?" you ask, tone laced with amusement. "you seem to enjoy it."

ross opens his mouth, then shuts it, exhaling sharply through his nose. "you’ve got a smart mouth," he mutters.

you rock your hips down, slow, teasing. "you love my smart mouth."

ross grits his teeth, grip like iron on your hips now. "behave."

ross groans lowly, tipping his head back, exposing the line of his throat. his fingers dig into your waist, but not to stop you. if anything, he’s holding on.

you bite back a smirk, tugging again, just to hear that sound from him once more.

he whimpers this time, a noise from deep in his chest, and something about it makes your whole body tighten with want.

"christ," he breathes, hands sliding up your back, gripping tight like he’s trying to keep himself from unraveling.

"keep workin’, love," he murmurs, but his voice lacks the usual teasing edge—it’s rough, almost shaky, “just- finish this up first, yeah?”

"oh?" you exhale, breath catching as you shift forward slightly, grinding down just a little more deliberately now.

ross makes a strangled noise, his hands clenching at your sides. "you’re gonna kill me," he mutters.

you giggle, hands leaving his scalp to continue at the bottom of his hair. ross who has been eye level with your neck the whole time is taking the opportunity to attach his lips there.

he’s sucking at your sweet spot until he gains a soft sound out of you.

"don’t distract me," you say, but it’s weaker now, your own breath uneven.

ross exhales a slow, measured breath, his lips ghosting against the shell of your ear. "think you’re the one doin’ the distracting, love."

you try to continue, to focus on what you originally wanted to do. braid his hair.

ross is still breathing a little heavy beneath you, his hands gripping your waist, his thumbs pressing firm into the dip of your back. his eyes are dark, lidded, fixed on you like he’s waiting to see what you’ll do next.

your fingers linger in his hair, feeling the warmth of his scalp, the way the strands slip between them. you don’t move right away, just watching him, letting the weight of the moment settle between you both. then, slowly, you let your lips curl into a teasing little smirk.

"didn’t know you got off on hair pulling."

ross exhales through his nose, shaking his head slightly like he’s unimpressed, but the way his grip tightens on your hips betrays him.

"you’re brave," he mutters, smirking right back at you.

you shrug, shifting just slightly in his lap, letting your weight press down in the way you know will get to him. you feel the way he tenses underneath you, how his breath catches for just a fraction of a second before he exhales again, sharper this time.

his reaction spurs you on, makes you want to push just a little more.

"what?" you ask, voice all innocence, fingers still tangled in his hair. "something wrong?"

ross huffs out a quiet laugh, almost disbelieving, before he moves fast—his hand sliding up into your hair this time, gripping at the roots and tugging just enough to make your head tilt back.

your breath stutters, lips parting on instinct, eyes widening just slightly.

"yeah," ross murmurs, his voice low and amused, like he knows he’s got you now. "that’s what i thought."

before you can say anything, before you can even think of a response, he’s leaning in, mouth slanting over yours in a kiss that’s all tongue and heat, deep and insistent.

you whimper into it, clutching at his shoulders, and ross groans at the sound, fingers flexing in your hair. he tugs again—not rough, just enough to make your spine arch slightly, enough to make heat bloom in your stomach.

it’s good. too good.

you pull back just slightly, dazed, breathless. "m’not done yet," you murmur, hands still curled in his hair, lips still brushing his.

ross makes a low, rough noise in the back of his throat, his thumb dragging along your jaw, his breath warm against your skin. "i really do not fucking care.”

before you can protest, before you can even process, his hands are gripping you tight and suddenly you’re off his lap, your body lifted, held firm against him.

you barely have time to gasp before he’s tossing you onto the couch, the world tilting for just a second before you land against the cushions with a soft oof.

then he’s over you, caging you in, pressing his weight into you as his mouth finds yours again, hungrier this time.

your fingers slide up into his hair without thinking, tugging slightly just to see if he’ll react the way he did before.

he does.

ross lets out a rough, quiet whine against your lips, his hips rolling into you without hesitation, the sound vibrating through your chest, making heat shoot straight through your core.

you clench around nothing, thighs instinctively squeezing around his hips.

ross exhales sharply, pressing his forehead against yours for a moment, just breathing, like he’s trying to get a grip on himself.

"having fun?"

you nod, lips slightly swollen, pupils blown wide.

ross huffs out a laugh, shaking his head, and then he’s kissing you again, like he can’t stand not to.

ross groans lowly, rolling his hips into you, and you whine, clutching at him, already feeling yourself ache for more.

you need him.

[nickkkwritesstuff]

Waking up dry, waking up dusty (Feeling remorse, feeling thirsty)

Summary: Raph wakes up from a nightmare, heart pounding, breath shaking. He's used to pretending he's fine, brush it off and swallowing it down. This time he's not alone.

But maybe he never was.

Title from "Always Ascending" by Franz Ferdinand

(F! Raph x Traximus, lone man au)

He wakes up with a gasp.

A scream choked on his dry throat makes it hard to breathe, tears unshed blur his vision, rising the panic on the back of his mind.

The dream is already slipping away, but the feeling clings onto him like a second skin, panic tightens his chest while his hand tries to claw it open to release pressure. The blanket sticks to his sweaty skin and it's just too much – 

“Breathe” A low, steady voice says.

Raph jumps on his spot, his remaining eye desperately tries to find the voice next to him, he’s half expecting he’ll find one of the demons that haunt him in his sleep–

Instead, he finds Traximus, sitting next to him, hands hovering over his shoulder, unsure if he should break the distance between them. His eyes, dimly lit by the night, wait patiently for him to catch his breath.  

Raph jerkily nods. His pulse still hammers in his ears, but he forces down gulp through his closed throat and exhales.

In and out.

In and out.

“I’m fine.” he finally rasps out. He almost believes it. Almost. But the shakiness of his voice betrays him, he’s still too winded up, too wired, and Trax sees it. “It was just a dream.”

Trax shifts in his place, finally resting a hand on Raph’s shoulder, rubbing it in slow, soothing circles. “Doesn’t look like a dream to me.”

The triceraton’s voice is steady as ever. Raph clenches his jaw and turns his gaze away, his hand stops clasping his chest to fidget with the blankets.

A long silence stretches between the two of them, neither break it, they both stay.

After a few minutes (or maybe hours, Raph thinks), he finally mutters “It’s stupid.”

Trax doesn’t respond; instead he waits for Raph to continue. 

“We were back in the… Kraang war. It– I just–” His voice cracks. “I saw them die again, I could never make it on time… They always tried to reach for me but– I couldn’t do anything.”

Raph grips the blankets tighter. “I know it’s not my fault, they made their choices, but I cannot help but think that I… that I could've done more: talk to them, hold them back, anythin’...”

A single tear runs down his face. He quickly wipes it away. He hates this feeling, the phantom weight of things he couldn’t stop, he couldn’t fix. His breathing, while slower, is uneven, catching on his throat.

“Then I woke up.”

Traximus doesn’t respond, he doesn’t look away or pretends to not notice. Instead, after a moment of quiet consideration, he moves closer.

Raph doesn’t notice when Trax moves just slightly closer. Not looming, not overwhelming. Just there. Solid. Unshakable.

Then he offers a hand. 

Raph only stares at it. Fist still clutching onto his blanket. He knows what it is. He can pretend he doesn’t need it, just shrug it off and bury everything down like he always does.

Or–

He could take it.

He hesitates, fingers twitch, then slowly he reaches out.

Palms press against each other, calloused fingers rubbing together, gripping onto thick and worn out skin. His digits get caught in the remains of old scars and burns, Trax’s heart aches in sympathy and Raph can feel it, for once, he feels understood.

And something about the way he does it, the certainty, the understanding in his voice, his movements, hits Raph deeper than he expects. 

A sob escapes his lips, then tears won't stop coming.

Traximus doesn’t react much, just stays still, letting Raph set the pace. But there is something grounding about it, about the steady warmth beneath their skin, the quiet, unspoken I’m here.

After a couple of minutes, Raph exhales, the tension on his shoulders eases just a little.

“You really don’t gotta do this, y’know.” The snapper says.

“I don’t do things I do not wish to do.”

Raph snorts. The ghost of a smile tugs the corner of his mouth, tired but genuine. Trax exhales, slow but deliberate. 

“I have seen many wars. Many battles.”

The soldier searches for Raph’s eyes, with his free hand he reaches and slowly pulls his face up to meet his own. His thumb wipes a stray tear and takes a moment to absorb Raph’s old and scarred face, he looks so tired and sad but there’s a spark still in there, willing to keep going and protect his whole world, even if it costs him everything.

“But the worst ones do not end when the fighting stops.”

Traximus watches him for a moment before shifting. His voice, when he speaks again, is quieter.

“You’re not alone in this, Raphael.”

He breathes out. “Yeah” The fear is still there, but the weight on his chest feels lighter. “Yeah, I know.”

The words linger in the air, settling on Raph’s bones in a way that makes his very core ache, but not in a bad way. In a real way.

They sit in silence after that. A comfortable silence. For a long time, neither of them move.

Raph lets out a long yawn, and subconsciously tries to rub his eyes with his lost arm. The exhaustion is starting to weight on him again, adrenaline wearing out.

Trax hesitates but ever so slowly and gently lowers down on their shared bed, he adjusts the pillows and pats the spot next to him. 

The snapper lays down, his head rests on Trax’s chest, hearing the heartbeat underneath, it ushers him gently into sleep. Trax does an one armed hug, his hand scratching Raph’s shell between his spikes in a way that the turtle seems to enjoy as he quietly rumbles. He doesn’t comment on it.

“You ever get tired of bein’ right all the time?” Raph nudges. Trax chuckles, shaking his head.

“It’s a great burden, but I manage.” He adjusts his position. “Come on, rest now, you need it.”

With a long sigh, Raph obliges. For a second, he wants to argue. He isn’t used to this. Someone else watching out for him. Someone else offering their presence, their protection, their understanding. He wants to say I don’t need you to do all of this. But he swallows those words and tells his brain to shut up, because, for once, maybe just this once… he does.

“Yeah… okay.”

Traximus doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything else.

He just stays.

And somehow that’s enough.

Raph’s eyes drift closed. Sleep doesn’t come easy, but this time, nightmares don’t follow.

And when he stirs a few hours later, in that quiet space between dreams and waking, the first thing he sees is Trax’s sleeping form, still there.

For once, Raph doesn’t feel alone. And, for once, he lets himself believe that maybe he never was.

[chapqellroan]

bed bad chem

⋆˚࿔ tws .ᐟ prob ooc lol, fem!reader !

⋆˚࿔ wc .ᐟ around 600

you’d both sworn you wouldn’t end up like this again—sharing the same bed, tangled in each other’s lives when everything screamed you shouldn’t be. the night had started innocently enough. a casual run-in at breadstix turned into looks that lasted just a little too long. then came the invitation, and the next thing you knew, you were here—your heart pounding, the warmth of her body too close, too familiar.

the silence between you was heavy, almost deafening. you wanted to say something, to break the tension that had been simmering between you since you walked through her door, but the words wouldn’t come. quinn shifted slightly, her arm brushing against yours, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

“you’re not sleeping either,” her voice broke the silence, soft and laced with something you couldn’t quite place—hesitation, maybe.

you turned your head to look at her, finding her hazel eyes already on you, her hair falling messily across her pillow. even like this—raw, stripped of her usual polished appearance—quinn was stunning. and she knew it. she always did.

“no,” you admitted quietly. “too much on my mind.”

she huffed a small laugh, her lips quirking into a half-smile. “yeah, me too.”

her gaze lingered on you, and you could feel it, the weight of her unspoken thoughts pressing down on you like the duvet that suddenly felt too warm. you wanted to ask what she was thinking, but deep down, you already knew. it was the same thing you were thinking, the same thing you both always thought when you were together like this.

“this…” she started, gesturing vaguely between you and her. “it’s a terrible idea, isn’t it?”

you sighed, rolling onto your side to face her fully. “probably. but it doesn’t stop us, does it?”

quinn smirked, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. there was a vulnerability there that she rarely let you see, and it made your chest tighten. “we have bad chemistry,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “you know that, right?”

“do we?” you asked, a challenge in your tone.

her brows furrowed slightly, and she bit her lip, a habit she fell into whenever she was thinking too hard about something. “we fight. we drive each other crazy. and then…” she trailed off, her eyes dropping to your lips for just a second before snapping back up to meet your gaze.

“and then,” you echoed, your voice soft but steady.

quinn didn’t respond right away. instead, she shifted closer, her fingers brushing lightly against your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “and then we end up here,” she said finally, her voice cracking slightly.

her admission hung in the air, raw and unpolished, but honest. you didn’t know what to say, so instead, you reached out, your hand finding hers between the sheets. her fingers curled around yours instinctively, and for a moment, the world outside didn’t matter.

“maybe it’s not bad chemistry,” you murmured, breaking the silence.

quinn tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly as she searched your face. “what do you mean?”

“maybe it’s just… complicated,” you said, your thumb brushing over the back of her hand. “complicated doesn’t mean bad.”

she let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “you’re always so optimistic.”

you smiled faintly. “one of us has to be.”

quinn stared at you for a long moment, her expression unreadable. then, without a word, she leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was hesitant at first but quickly deepened. it was familiar and intoxicating, the kind of kiss that made you forget why this was supposed to be a bad idea in the first place.

when she pulled back, her forehead resting against yours, she let out a shaky breath. “i’m gonna regret this in the morning,” she said, but there was no conviction in her voice.

“maybe,” you admitted. “but not right now.”

she laughed softly, and for a moment, it felt like everything was okay—like you weren’t tangled in something that could so easily fall apart. because for all the bad chemistry, for all the fights and the tension and the chaos, there was this—these quiet moments where it felt like the rest of the world didn’t matter.

and maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

[primal--scream]

whoops i slipped and fell on your lips

Buck/Eddie - R - 800ish words that won't ever turn into anything else

“I guess you drew the short straw then.”

Brows drawn, Eddie turns from where he’s unpacking the grocery bag he came in with, “Short straw?”

“Yeah, the who gets to deal with Buck this time straw?” Buck leans against the closed door arms crossed over his chest trying to leash the agitation he can feel creeping to the surface.

Eddie makes a face at him, “The fuck are you talking about?”

“Look, Eddie, I fucked up, I’ll deal with the consequences. You don’t need to do all this.”

Eddie shakes his head before running his hands over his face, “It was an accident. We all know that, one that you didn’t cause.” 

Buck doesn’t refute it, he knows it's true, he knows they all know it’s true, none of them blame him for what happened, it was a freak accident. But knowing that does nothing to dissuade the voice in his head telling him he’s a screw up. A voice that sounds suspiciously like his mother.

He’s so tired of his life going to shit lately and all he really wants is five minutes to himself to lick his wounds and wallow instead of everyone trying to baby him under the pretense that he's not capable of being alone.

Eddie stares at him, eyes soft, a hint of guilt hidden within, “I know things have been tough lately,”

“It’s been a rough year all around.” Buck sighs and shuffles across the room to sit on one of the stools at the counter, one arm wrapped protectively around his ribcage, “But I’m fine, and I don’t need a babysitter.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were struggling this much?” Eddie comes around the other side of the counter to stand in front of him.

Right, tell Eddie he's struggling. The same Eddie that’s been all but actively avoiding him outside of work for almost six months while Buck tries to figure out where they stand without upending the delicate balance they’ve managed to find after, well, just after. “You’re not responsible for me, Eddie.”

“You think responsibility is what this is about for me?” Eddie moves closer, further into Buck’s space, not allowing Buck to look anywhere but right at him.

“Isn’t it? Isn’t that what everyone feels? Poor Buck can’t take care of himself, right?”

Eddie half laughs, “Responsibility and what I feel for you are on opposite ends of the earth.”

Buck swallows hard as Eddie comes even closer, “Yeah? Then what do you feel?” Because Buck needs an answer, even if its not the one he wants.

They’ve been dancing around each other because of an almost kiss six months ago, and frankly Buck is tired of it. If it was nothing then Eddie needs to cut him loose definitively, so he can move on instead of leaving him hanging on this rope of confusion and possibility. The way Eddie looks at him sometimes, and then does nothing about it is about to drive Buck into the bottom of a bottle.

Closing the last half inch of space between them Eddie brushes his mouth lightly against Buck’s jaw. Buck shudders, head tilting to the side when Eddie's lips ghost down his neck, the barely there touch sending shock waves through Buck’s body making him light up from the inside, “You were in the fucking hospital again Buck, I couldn’t stop-” Eddie cuts himself off, takes a deep breath, “What do I feel for you? Want. Need. Desperation.” The last word said with so much heat that Buck feels his own temperature ratchet up a few degrees.

Eddie steps further into the vee of Buck’s thighs, his hands move to the back of Buck’s head, fingers pressing in as he draws Buck forward. Buck feels weightless, breathless, as Eddie’s nose slides along his check, until his mouth is hovering over Buck’s, their breath mingling. His pulse is hammering, body throbbing with arousal, blood rushing in his ears, his stomach flips over in anxious anticipation. He sucks in a sharp breath when Eddie’s bottom lip brushes his, feels his eyes flutter closed, waiting, wanting it so much he’s almost afraid of it.

Eddie doesn’t go slow, he surges forward, takes Buck’s mouth in a plundering siege of teeth and tongue, sliding inside, licking over every crevice until Buck feels his bones liquifying at how good it feels to finally have Eddie’s mouth on his. His hands squeeze Eddie's hips, trying to get him to come closer even though there's barely air between them as it is. He just needs so much, needs to feel Eddie, feel his body, touch him everywhere.

The kiss is deep and wet and filthy and Buck finds himself clinging to Eddie as Eddie devours him like he’s starving for it. And maybe he is, maybe he’s as hungry for this as Buck is, has been for years. Maybe Eddie does understand this living, breathing urgency to have.

“You still think it's responsibility I feel?” Eddie asks, his lips teasing at the corners of Buck’s mouth, pressing soft, chaste kisses all over his face.

Buck can’t answer, can only shake his head while Eddie kisses a trail down his throat, “If you didn’t have three bruised ribs I’d already have you naked and under me.”

Buck chokes on his own spit, has to cough for a solid ten seconds before he can breathe again while Eddie smirks at him, “So, no, Buck, I’m not feeling an ounce of responsibility for you right now.” 

Planting a final wet kiss to his check, Eddie steps away and returns to putting the groceries away leaving Buck to smile like a loon at his back.

[hesterias]

oh, i’m fine. it’s nothing, really, just thinking about how alex probably taught miles how to play the piano and i’m just imagining them sitting thigh to thigh on the piano bench and alex being so patient with miles as he keeps hitting the wrong key bc his elegant, eager fingers are too long and keep overreaching. thinking about alex looking at miles the way he only looks at him and miles being so entirely focused bc he wants to learn but then there’s also the occasional banter that’s on brand only for them and alex saying something like “just watch me hands and follow me lead” with that soft, intimate tone in such close proximity i’m fine i’m not a mess at all

[screampied]

#WANNA PLAY PSYCHO KILLER? t. fushiguro

☆ sum. you know girl, usually when someone’s about to get stabbed, they scream—not moan. ghostface is supposed to be scary, intimidating, terrifying. but what happens when he’s tall, hot, and has a scar that runs down the right side of his lip? maybe his motive this time was to make you scream out his name in another way. welcome to act three.

wc. 7.0k

warnings. fem! reader, ghostface!toji, pwp, roleplay, unprotected, slight dacryphīlia, glove / mask kink, scream spoilers + references, dumbification, knīfe play, biting, he's crazy but your pússy's crazier, fīngering, riding his face mask, hair pulling, first time squīrt, cunnīlingus, pússy drunk toji, spīt, praise, dirty talk, petnames.

➤ kinktober mlist.

“now girl, what the fuck was that,” a husky voice that sounds a bit muffled murmurs out to you. you’re laid on the ground, quite literally seeing the life flash before your eyes as the edge of his jagged knife glimmers against the ceiling light. peeking one open, you’re met with the covered soulless eyes of an infamous ghostface mask, and he’s tilting his head at you. “did i hear ya right?”

as he hovers over you, you speak in a breathy voice. growing sheepish, you glance away. “um, hear what?”

“you moaned, doll,” he replies, and the cottony flaps of his costume brush against your skin the closer he gets. as the coolly aerating air turns dead silent for a few moments, you could hear the sounds of his irregular breaths – deep sinister breaths . . and for some reason, it makes your thighs clench, and not in fear. “right as i said i was gonna gut ya like a fish,” and your own breathing hitched once his gloved finger strokes down your lip. “and i put the knife riiiiiight down here,” he slowly drags the prop down your nearly torn top, “you moaned right as i was about to strike. why?”

“i think . . you’re hearing things,” you rub the back of your neck, but you left off yet another moan the second he slides a knee between your legs.

“nah,” the masked man jibes, and it’s as if he’s staring right through your clothes. with a gloved hand he pulls up his mask, only showing part of his face. he pulls it down inches below his nose as you glance at his scarred lips that show. “think i heard quite well, princess,” and he slowly grazes the soft end of the knife further and further down your skin. “besides, like i said earlier. . i wanna play a game—and we can start with me asking,” and he pauses, leaning up close to your shell of your ear, warm breath tickling against your lobe. “you’re not wearing panties right now, are ya, princess?”

right at his words—your thighs stuck together and you felt a shiver run down your spine. it’s cold, and it made your eyebrow twitch at how insanely turned on you were.

usually, most people would scream or run—hell, even fight back. but it’s different when it’s you.

as he continued to straddle over you, you could have sworn you saw this movie before. .

and now, here you were—helpless indeed and on the floor as he hovers his weight over you, waving a his knife—(a knife that looks like a sort of cheap knockoff version of the one michael myers walks around with) in your face while his other hand mockingly cups your cheek.

“and if i’m not?” you mumble, fixating your eyes solely on the hole parts that shield his eyes.

it’s like you were staring at empty black voids, and no matter how hard you squinted – you just couldn’t see him at all. all you could make out was white and black plastic mask, and as he tilts his head again, he’s returning the gaze. fuck, each time he head tilts and cocks his head to a certain degree—it’s like he’s challenging you, taunting you even, and you’d constantly feel your thighs squeeze together tighter and tighter.

“ah, well,” he thinks for a moment, feeling his covered eyes bore at your body. in his mind, you looked so pretty sprawled all out and underneath him. with your chest heaving in and out as he continues to strum his gloved fingers down your exposed skin, he hums.

“maybe i’d just have ‘ta take a look for myself,” and your breath hitches again once he slowly drags the whetted edge of the knife down your polka dot blouse. with a loud tearing ‘shiiiiek’, a few of your buttons go loose as he’s easily dividing through the fabric with the blade. “cute, i’m assuming you’re not wearin’ a bra either,” and you felt yourself throb the moment he pauses his hands, staring at your perked tits. “phew,” he whistles, giving your pretty physique a nice three second stare. “nice rack.”

“you . . aren’t gonna—”

“—what, kill ya? oh, no doll. now that wouldn’t be fun,” he purrs, finishing your sentence.

it was almost embarrassing at how your body responded to him. you didn’t just wanted more, you craved it. staring right back at you were those same dark holes of a mask that you desperately wanted to see his true identity.

just who was he?

but judging from his voice though, it was a raspy low. . somewhat sounding of a way of smoker would speak. the voice sounded a bit older and of course—he had the body shape of a fucking tank.

as he lets off a low sigh, he shrugs his broad shoulders. “you’re too pretty for that. besides, i’m hard ‘n that little moan you did nearly ruined me if i’m bein’ honest.”

as a small impish smile forms against your glossed pursed lips, your nerves lessen. you stare up at the man before exhaling slight sudden relief. so you were gonna be in the sequel, score.

“so . . . what, is this the part where i’m supposed to beg for my life, mr. ghostface?” you had nothing really to lose, so why not play around with him for a bit – reverse psychology.

“actually,” he clicks his tongue, swiping a thumb down the keen edge of his dagger. it’s an eerie dead pause that whistles in the air once his gloved hands brush against your skin before he continues.

“this would be the part where you scream,” and as he presses his mask all the way against face, he’s so close that you get a glimpse of his scarred lips that poke underneath the cover. “but fuck it. since y’er not scared yet, guess i’ll have ‘ta get that heart racin’ one way or another.”

and toji—who was apparently his name, does this in no other way but propping himself right between your legs.

long story short, everything escalated quickly. so quickly that one minute you were on the floor quote and quote “fearing” for your life and the next . . ? you find yourself being tossed on your velveteen cushioned sofa, voluntarily spreading your legs out for him like some slut out of a cheesy predictable horror movie.

if you were being completely honest, the real killer was his tongue . . because for the life of you, you just couldn’t get over how sloppy he moved it in different directions.

toji kept his mask on the entire time, but it’s pulled up just a tad bit to where you’re only getting a tiny glimpse of the lower part of his face. the fabric just barely shields the bottom part of his nose as his scarred thin lips press their way against your sopping folds.

“fuuuck,” you’d whimper, preferring this over death any day.

right away, you spot the scar that slashes straight down the right side of his lip and it’s a small but attractive feature. every few seconds, he’d purposely smear that part of his mouth against your cunt, earning out a candied ‘ooh!’ from you. within seconds, your numbed thighs were already starting to stick together – like glue.

letting off a sharp drawn out gasp, you glance near your nightstand and the alarm that sits above it. the time was a quarter past two . . and well, some would ask how you’d even get yourself in this situation.

truth is, you didn’t really know either but you damn sure weren’t exactly complaining either. toji found you a bit strange though.

usually people would run from him but you . . you moaned right as you were about to meet your maker. weird, and he’s heard countless screams but never once like yours. that’s kind of because yours wasn’t even a scream, it was a literal moan.

and he wanted to hear more and more of it.

it intrigued him – you intrigued him, and he sort of wants to make you scream in a whole other way though, especially since he’s got you right where he wants. sprawled all out, legs fucking spread . .

“do you . . have to keep this stupid thing on?” you breathlessly grouse, a cute pout curling against your lips as your hands grab the top of his head.

it sort of irked you how he kept his ghostface mask on the entire duration he’s positioned between your legs. with a tight grip, you yank him forward and he groans against your cunt. toji peppers sloppy kisses against your pudgy folds before staring up at you, a faint smirk twisting against his own lips. huffing out an annoyed exhale, you grump. “ ‘s not like ‘m gonna turn you in or anything. i never even found ghostface scary anywa—”

toji snickers. “yeahhh, right,” and you shiver, watching with low hooded eyes as he gathers a glossy string of spit in his mouth.

as your legs quivered from the single grip of one of his hands, he spits right on your teary pussy, watching the lustrous trail of slime drag down his chin. “i’ll think about it,” and he laps his own mess right up, dexterously creating nasty slosh sounds with his exaggerated smacking lips.

with a teasing pat of his gloved hand, he smears the slick puddle that rests on your entrance before humming. “cute, seems like y’er pussy’s tryna seduce me though.”

you let off a whimper, not knowing how long your legs could remain open as he’s toying with your clit. fat clothed fingers drag their way down your slobbering cunt, drawing various circles and shapes around your knobbling nub as a breath snatches from your full lungs. “s- shit, spit on it ‘s more,” you’d weep, feeling your own lips part into a curling ‘o’ shape as you’re in carnal awe.

“now, doll,” he’d whisper against your folds, slurping you clean and savoring the taste of your bittersweet fervor on his tongue.

toji brings two thick fingers toward the outer part of your clit before it slowly starts to disappear inside. it’s like a magic trick — you watch them slowly disintegrate inside of your sopping cunt and you whimper, feeling them curl their ways inside.

as he’s preparing to pump both digits inside, your tummy caves in and you let off a sweet moan the second his long digits start to scissor inside of you. “since ‘m gonna spare ya, i think it’s time we set some ground rules,” and as his hot breath continues to fan against your twitching sex—your grip tightens near the top part of his mask. “don’t tell me how to eat, yeah?”

a timid whimper was your response and you watch how his lips carve into a haughty smile. with a second thought, toji spanks your cunt and he hums, hearing the wet back-talking chatter of squelches leave from your pussy.

as you’re twitching and pulsating from the tender stimulation—you feel him starting to lay his long tongue flat. starting from bottom to top, he eats out your cunt as if it was served to him on a silver fucking platter. “afraid ‘m gonna need an answer, little girl.”

“y- yes,” you let off a soft shrilling gasp, feeling his callused fingertips prod deep inside your gummy clenching walls. toji’s gloved digits felt scorchingly warm inside you, and with just a swift motion, he twirls them ‘round and ‘round, barreling each long inch inside of your pretty pussy.

god, if his fingers were this long, you only imagined imagined what his dick would feel like. the feeling alone made your stomach flutter uncontrollably as your teeth sink into the skin coating your bottom lip.

this was bad, this was really really bad . .

you were probably breaking every cliche horror movie rule in the book . . or in this case, the script. you were supposed to run, not open your legs. but, what’s the saying? you only live once, and that’s if you survive his tongue.

toji was ruthless.

his head moves back and forth as he munched on your pussy, playfully nipping the pearly edges teeth against your clit. each time he does that, you’re sensitive and you whine out a sweet battle cry, rutting your hips further into his greedy slick mouth. your legs nearly suffocated him but he didn’t care, and each long stripe that he creates with his sticky tongue earns out a bundle of whiny whimpers from you.

you had no panties on, and he was basically eating you out with nothing but a skirt that’s pulled up toward your waist—clinging against your jerking, active hips. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” you abruptly gasp, feeling your legs already starting to weaken.

by this point, he’s not even eating your pussy anymore, he’s damn near making out with it. toji’s making out with your pussy – with tongue, and lots lots of it.

he’s creating darting motions with the pointed tip of his tongue, barely batting a single lash of an eye that his chin’s starting to glimmer with sheeny slick. your sheeny slick. as you occasionally look down, you only see that same part of his face that’s shown—but it makes you throb regardless, just imagining just what he really looked like.

you knew he was tall—that much was apparent, a strong burly build and a cocky persona to match.

“yeah? give it to me then,” he interrupts your thoughts as a wolffish grin spreads across his lips like butter.

toji’s thick fingers resume to mercilessly plummet in and out of you and he feels his jaw locking. your taste—he couldn’t get enough of it, and pretty soon he’s the epitome of pussy drunk.

you tasted so sweet, and you let off a whimper once he pulls up his mask just a little bit further. “heh,” he huffs out, and he stops it just at the hem of his button shaped nose. as that same wry smirk compresses against his lips, you spot his dimples stretching out near the corners. leaning all the way in, toji gives your cunt a three second sniff before cupping his lips over your pulsating cunt. “mmph—actually, hold on doll.”

as you’re panting heavily, a look of confusion marinates against your features once you watch him prepare to take off his mask. with a bubbly ‘pop’, toji slowly slides his fingers out of you before glancing at your impatient face.

“ah ah, close ‘em,” he clicks his tongue, watching your pretty clit twitch at his demand.

you pout, feeling a brief sting as you’re being delayed of your long awaited release. with a cute sigh, you place a hand over eyes, your vision turning completely dark. “good girl . . now,” he huffs lowly, and you hear a bit of shuffling. toji sits you up and you feel something place underneath your legs. his voice was close, and it sounds like he’s near the side of you. “cum on my mask, pretty girl. can ya do that for me?”

“uh, okay,” you shakily reply, feeling him prop up your hips to sit right up against the ghostly mouth part. it’s eerily carved into a long hanging oval shape and you moan—feeling how warm it was from the front. it makes you pulse, knowing that his mouth was just behind that exact spot a few seconds ago.

even though your eyes were still covered with your own hand, you feel a daunting chill run down your spine yet again, sensing his cold haunting presence.

whoever he was, he was watching you right now, get off . . on his mask.

you let off a quiet moan as your hips started to rut against the propped plastic. you were drenched, and a bit of slick sticks down against your thighs.

toji feels his dick strain in his ripped jeans as he openly stares like a stalker — pretty, you looked so pretty like this. grinding your sweet cunt against the mask he wears on a daily. now that he thinks about it, it’d be a pretty good souvenir.

“touch yourself too,” he’d rasp, kneeling down closer to you. toji gets behind you, and you whimper once you feel the frigid edge of his knife slowly drag down your skin. he starts a trail, and he’s safe surprisingly—making sure to not nip your skin, but it’s close enough to where you feel the coldness of the steel.

as your needy whines pitch louder, you find yourself now guiding a hand near your bouncing breasts. a bit of the ripped fabric of your blouse runs against your fingertips and toji feels himself getting more hard just watching you. “yeah, baby. that’s it. get my fuckin’ mask wet so i can taste it after.”

“tojiiii, ‘m cumming—fuck,” and as he’s got one of his own hands grabbing onto your left tit, you end up finishing.

you’re cutely hysterical, creaming all on the mouth part of his mask as shame swells in your chest. “ngh, fuck fuck.” you babble, your thighs submitting defeat as he pulls you back against his chest. it felt hard, and you couldn’t help but imagine how built he probably was.

toji presses a cold kiss near the left side of your neck. his frigid lips makes you whimper as your head tilts to the left.

his touch . . you only wanted more, and he could tell from the way that the hand that was at first cupping your breast now starts to reach toward his wrist. “atta girl,” he whispers, and right as you were about to remove your other hand off your eyes, he places his own back over your face. “nice try, sweetheart. gotta be patient.”

you continue to pout, and toji slides the drenched front part of his mask from underneath your legs and brings it up to his lips. “mhm, would ya look at that,” and as you’re panting on his chest, still frantic from your recent orgasm, you hear him cleaning it off with his tongue.

he trails his tongue to where your cunt sat against the mouth part, lapping it up and relishes in your sweet taste entirely. “fuck, sweetest thing i’ve had in a while.”

you dig your nails into his thigh as you’re trying to get over your high, speaking in a needy voice.

“t.. toji,” and he finds it cute how you’re speaking through gritted teeth. he could tell you were annoyed with him, how you weren’t fond of his teasing at all.

“hm, what is it?” he replies, giving his mask a satisfied glance once he finishes. it shines in the dim light—and he licks his lips as the right side of his mouth twitches into a devious simper.

“can . . can i have a kiss?” and the words came out of your mouth oh so sweetly.

you don’t know what came over you, but your body was just fed up. something was screaming at you, hollering at you to get a taste. you throbbed, secretly yearning to feel his lips crash on yours. the entire time he was buried between your legs, it was all you thought about, constantly.

toji hums, tilting his head as he faces you. “a kiss, huh?” and he’s still got a hand covering your eyes.

he ponders about it for a while before a low guffaw leaves from his thin lips. “aw, you want a taste of yourself too, don’t you dirty girl?” and once you shamelessly nod in response, toji’s shoulders drop. “fine, you’ll get that kiss. c’mere,”

and you could feel him inching closer and closer closer. toji’s cologne was loud—it’s a manly musk of what you think was rosemary and cedarwood.

it practically blinds the insides of your flared nostrils the more he closes the awkward distance between you both. your cunt’s pulses start to quicken before he’s merely just inches away from your lips now. “stupid, stupid girl,” he pulls your bottom lip down with a gloved finger, and that’s when he stares at your pretty plump lips before whispering. “beg me.”

“i’m not gonna—”

“no beg, no fuckin’ kiss,” he cuts you off, and you grumble. it was almost embarrassing at how your pussy gave away your true dirty feelings. you continued to twitch, and you let off a defeated sigh once his smears a thumb over your wet lips.

“please . . please, kiss me,” and as you speak, he continues to softly caress the curvature of your mouth. you could hear him breathing from behind the mask. it was short raspy breaths and what would usually frighten most people, turned you on.

toji runs a hand through his jet black tresses before a cunning smirk pierces the corners of his lips. “that’s more like it,” and his lips were almost touching yours – almost, a mere breath away.

you could never get over how deep his voice. it’s as if he didn’t need a voice changer like the ones they’d always use in the movies. his was naturally just as gritty, just as husky.

“obedient . . good,” and as he playfully licks near your bottom lip, toji grunts, “mouth, open.”

you moan, feeling his hand reach between your legs, squeezing your pussy. once your lips part and your mouth opens, toji spits right inside, staring as your cute tongue tries to catch it all.

it’s quick, and before you knew it – his lips hurriedly crash onto yours. within seconds, teeth starts to clash amongst each other and you helplessly whine in his mouth. this, this was what you wanted. a kiss.

one gloved hand of his remains covered over your eyes whilst another snakes its way between your legs. toji’s rubbing against your cunt, feeling your cute hips grind against him as you try to squirm and writhe. you were still so tender. his mouth was cold, and you can’t help but moan at the literal taste of yourself washing back against your tongue.

you feel his scar that slants down the right side of his lip rub off against your lips and his lips curve into a sly smirk. “nasty girl,” he murmurs between hot kisses, and you gasp once he starts to maneuver quicker circles against your cunt.

you were soaked already, still sensitive from your recent release but that’s when he lies you back down. as you fall down on the sofa, toji deepens the kiss for a few extra seconds, abruptly pulling away. a pretty decorated string of glittery saliva tugs away from both lips and he wipes your wet mouth, snickering. “such a damn baby. got me spoilin’ you already, tch.”

he’s still got your eyes covered, but that’s right when you reach out . . not expecting your hand to grab near his hardened bulge that hides underneath his cloak.

toji pauses, staring at you before you squeeze it and he groans. “what now, doll? still not satisfied?”

“fuck me,” you murmur, but it’s more of a pathetic whine.

you didn’t care anymore—you were at your wits ends. the erotic two words and six letters easily flowed past your lips as if you were dying to say it for the longest, and in this case – you were.

toji’s amused more than anything, and he’s well aware that you’re far not like the others.

this wasn’t just a usual psycho killer versus helpless victim, this was something more . .

“strong words, baby,” he purrs against your ear, licking a stripe down your neck. toji holds your weak rickety hips in place, still shielding your eyes with his palm before showering a good part of your collarbone with a plethora of sloppy kisses.

uh oh, he was starting to get attached. already, he could feel it . . and he knew you were gonna be nothing but a fucking problem in the long run.

a problem he didn’t mind tampering with for a bit.

“say it again,” he whispers, and this time he picks up his knife once more.

it gradually tears down your blouse all the way from the center, openly staring your tits spring open. “tell me what you want me ‘ta do to you again,” and as his husky voice lowers a single octave within each coarse sentence, you squeeze your thighs together.

toji focuses the edge of his knife against your skin and you shiver, feeling it softly brush against the bristles of hair that coat your skin.

the thing that pissed him off though was that you weren’t even scared of him . . no, far from it actually.

you were aroused—hell, maybe even just as crazy as him.

“fuck me, toji.” you repeat, taking it upon yourself to grab the handle of the knife. he raises a brow as he watches, and you bring the wooden end up to your lips, deciding to be a tease and lowering your mouth down it. toji huffs, growing annoyed at your audacity — but fuck, he’s into it.

and all he’s imagining at the moment is your pretty lips that’s wrapped around the handle of his knife being wrapped around his dick instead. you start sucking on it until it taps near the scaled back of your throat, reaching past the roof of your mouth and he scoffs.

brat.

“got some nerve, suckin’ on my damn knife, girl,” and he snatches it away, softly turning you around, pushing you near the right arm of the couch.

you gasp, feeling him swat a hand against your bare ass before he grabs your hips. his movements were so fast that you could barely keep up let alone react. “fine, i’ll fuck you,” and he’s not covering your eyes anymore.

right as you were about to turn around, toji grabs the back of your neck with a gloved hand, tittering. “don’t try me. eyes forward, head down,” and you moan, feeling him pick your hips up—making your rear grind and jostle against his hardening bulge. “ass. fuckin’. up.”

you kiss your teeth, feeling another breath of air leave out your lungs before you whine. toji’s rough, and he’s got a firm grip against your waist before springing out his dick. he grunts, rolling his eyes as he watches you impatiently wriggle your ass, hoping he’d hurry up already.

“can’t wait, can ya baby?” he utters, stroking his length.

as a thumb of his nearly grazes his throbbing vein, his eyes gaze toward your sopping creamy pussy. all wet, and just for him. the antagonizing wait for him to just fuck you like you wanted became almost unbearable, and the second you feel his tip side-swipe against the entrance of your cunt it was over.

a swollen fat tip smacks vigorously against your pussy, and one smack turns into two, then three, then four. .

as he’s slapping his mushroomy cockhead against your drooling pool of heat, you hear a low chortle from behind you. “god, she’s a fuckin’ wet one, ain’t she?” and you whine, hearing yourself squelch each time his angry tip whacks against your poor soddened flaps. ‘whack’ after ‘whack’ and the sounds of his dick slapping against your pussy slowly started to clank through one ear of yours and out the other.

but doing so—the pulsing sensation between your legs only increased, and by now, you were starting to chew on your tongue.

anticipation was eating away at you as you let off a moan, cutely grumbling. “just fuck me already.”

“how ‘bout i leave you ‘n let you fuck yourself,” he snaps back, matching your sass.

oh. you weren’t really used to someone matching your energy—especially a masked man walking around in a ghostface mask but well, that’s besides the point.

toji’s still got a gloved hand wrapped around his hefty length that’s covered in lighting-like twitching veins before he groans.

he’s so fucking hard . . and the more he stares at your pretty sobbing cunt, the more he understands why. “don’t think you’d like that now though, would ya?”

“n- no,” you reply truthfully, letting off a pornographic moan once he starts to align himself between your gaping slit.

it’s fat, and you could tell from the feeling of the size of his monstrous tip alone. you sort of wished you were facing him but alas, you’d just have to use your imagination for now. “fuckk,” you breathe, already starting to feel your eyes rolling back.

the stretch, god the stretch. you thought his fingers was something but it’s nothing compared to his cock. your toes were already curling up, and oh, you knew you were fucked.

toji’s got a few curly black specks of hair that resides near his base—and as he’s slowly easing himself inside, he feels you tightening. right as you do, you feel a vein that runs down his shaft prod.

he feels it – you feel it, and you both hiss in unison. “goddamn,” he grumbles, staring as your own sappy slick starts to glue against his sculptured pelvis. tiny glimmering strands stick and tape against his skin all because of you and it’s just messy. toji smacks your ass one more time before lightly pushing your head into the satiny covered pillow. “move, move those hips or ‘m gonna pull out, doll.”

“mmph—s- so fuckin’ big,” you babble, bringing a bawled up fist into your mouth.

your sweet moans become muffled as his dick’s gradually expanding through your gummy walls, leaving his very mark with his tip. he’s rummaging through every part of you and you gasp—feeling your cunt welcome him wholly, your squelches becoming louder and louder. your tummy starts to churn the more he sinks in deeper and your lips form into a cute gasping shape. “oh, fuck. ‘s gonna break me, toji.”

“pft. don’t be dramatic doll,” he purrs, swatting another smack against your ass. the shape brief sting that only lasts for about five seconds makes you moan once your hips finally starts to move.

it takes a few lengthy seconds before with a wet ‘pop’, he bottoms out. so . . much . . girth, your empty brain was spinning cogwheels, trying to process just how could a guy be this fucking big.

your reaction to how well he stretched you of course, fueled a good portion of his highly cocky ego.

toji’s got a hooked curve too—and you feel it all. toji teasingly gives you one thrust, just one single thrust and you felt like you were gonna snap in half. it was that much power of his hips—you felt the wind get snatched out of you and the prettiest moan left from your lips.

biting down on your lip again, you’re feeling all of his hefty length massage the insides of your cunt. milliseconds shortly past before you then start to feel yourself shamelessly drooling on your split knuckles.

“fuck, fuck,” you chant in a quiet mumble, seeing nothing but inky black as your eyelids continue to flutter open and close.

toji had the kind of size that left butterflies in your tummy – a school of them to be specific, and you felt every single inch of him plummet its way inside. as you’re still babbling incoherent whimpers and whines at how snug he’s buried in you—toji starts to move faster with you.

with two hands, he holds you in place. darkened brows of his crease into a furrow as he sighs. “mhm, atta girl. see, look at you,” and you could hear the playful sarcasm seeping off his tone.

“takin’ it like a fuckin’—champ,” and right at that last word of his sentence, he starts to roll his hips just a bit quicker.

toji tries to match your berserk movement with his own hips, but he ends up beating your pace entirely. you’re trying to keep up but failing miserably and it’s just so cute. . but your face probably wasn’t as cute.

you probably looked a sight—mouth all open, jaw dropped and dangling, eyes bulging, pathetically drooling for more and more and . . you get it.

“hng, harder. fuck me,” you whine, the sound of skin and hips clashing repeating in your ears.

your sloppy cunt’s soaking him from the back, and his backshots were just brutal – killer.

each thrust serves its purpose every time and you’re left speechless. after a while, both bodies start to move rhythmically as your jaw’s just dangling.

damn, randy meeks would be shaking his head, tossing ‘n turning in his grave if he saw this.

under no circumstances . . never ever fuck the masked killer, and yet here you were.

but, who gives a fuck about movies?

you didn’t—not really, and when he had a mean stroke game like toji, you weren’t the type to complain. he’s hitting you deep with his fat splitting tip, filthily cruising his hips into you at such precise vigor until you’re just spouting a whole load of nothin’.

“ugh, right there. right fuckin’ there, fuck,” and you let off a cooing mewl once toji’s hand wraps around your throat.

with a few fingers, he gives you a safe squeeze that earns out a faint gasping croak from the back of your throat. toji uses your neck as leverage as he’s pounding into you rawly, ravaging your insides and all. your pearled clit’s repeatedly getting hit with his plump crown and you gasp, squeaking loudly once he taps against your precious g-spot.

all of a sudden, your brain’s fuzzy and you’re seeing stars—somewhat like a cartoon character. you were silly, literally being fucked silly. “fuuuck!” and it catches you by surprise.

once he reaches past that cute ‘lil spongey barrier of yours, it was over.

you were pronounced dead—dead from cock, and pretty soon you were starting to feel yourself go into a lewd white fantasm for a few seconds.

you’re dumb, dumbly fucked stupid from his sloppy enticing hits that you could barely speak coherently. it felt good, it felt so fucking good, and as you feel his heavy base slam back into you again and again, you start to moan. “yeah, i know, i know, baby,” toji huffs, and your cunt’s just addictive. your walls cling onto him tightly, hugging around him like a vice—threatening to never let go.

your sheer sweltering warmth from the inside makes his head slightly toss back to a certain degree and it’s sexy. if only you were to see it. “god, clampin’ down on me so good. work those hips baby, yeah. give me a fuckin’ show.”

as you try to match his crazed tempo. . eventually, you start to feel a tender feeling arise in the lower part of your tummy.

its familiar, and you can recognize that hot brewing sensation from anywhere. you’re close, and as wanton shrilling whines continue to drag away from your lips you start to spasm.

“fuuucck, toji something’s coming,” you whimper, dragging out your words, and you don’t think it was a regular orgasm.

it was far different . . the feeling was equivalent to someone harshly pressing a palm down on your stomach. your eyes squeeze shut before you repeat yourself through quivering glossed lips. “toji, ‘m gonna—”

“yeah yeah, i heard ya,” he maunders, and he’s feeling himself reaching his inevitable peak too.

it doesn’t take long before he feels the undersides of his meaty thighs starting to burn with hot intensity. toji’s fat cock continues to drag in and out of your goopy walls, hearing you squelch over and over him and he snarls. “fuck,” and he punctuates his thrusts, watching as your ass swiftly slams back into him at such speed. his abs that hide underneath his dark cloak tensing. “same time, baby. finish with me.”

“o.. okay,” you moan, and he’s still got a gloved hand wrapped around your throat the entire time. a thumb of his caresses down your nape, humming at your pretty twitching body underneath him.

it’s a sight he’d love to get used to.

as you’re both chasing your delirious orgasmic peaks—toji presents to your cunt one final thrust that sends your entire body into a crazed stupefied state. your plush cheek near the left side of your face smushes against the pillow before you whimper, starting to feel yourself spritz on him.

your eyes widen as it happens. a spraying geyser shoots out you as you let go—and oh, you’re soaking toji right with you, glossing his entire cock from the base down.

“oh my god, fuck, fuh—fuck!” you sob in craving pleasure, flapping eyelids sticking together from the pretty glassy tears that start to form. so good, it’s a feeling you’ve never felt before and you felt like a weight was gradually being lifted off your shoulders . . including your sweet pussy.

toji finishes seconds later and he groans, stilling his hips against you. creamy velvety bundles of ribbons pours into your cunt and he lets off a low growl. “fuck,” and his hand smacks against your ass again for the nth time.

you felt warm as he’s continuing to spill such a mass amount whilst at the exact same time, you’re drenching his cock – putting faucets to shame at just how damn wet you were.

toji’s cock eventually turns flaccid and soft as his tip and peeled frenulum spits a good amount, watching your body limp underneath him.

with a sly exhausted grin stretching across his scarred lips, he traces his fingers down your spine. “my, oh my,” and you whine, finally finishing. toji stares at your body, feeling you weakly writhe your hips before finally submitting defeat. “did you jus . . fuckin’ squirt on me, pretty girl?”

you did,

and you end up dampening up the cushions of your burgundy colored sofa in the process. you felt like you were floating, panting and heaving ridiculously like a dog. toji brings his hips to a sudden stop, gazing at the ivory wads and ropes of cum that fill inside of your cunt.

slowly but surely . . it starts to race down the crevices of your thighs, splotches of white splattering against your skin. in a dirty, filthy way, it’s pretty – in toji’s mind at least.

he luxuriated at the sight of you all fucked out and speechless. not a word came from your lips except for the occasional whimpers and moaning sobs that would tear out your throat. you were still arched over, moaning once you feel him slowly starting to pull out. “ain’t that a pretty sight,” he rasps, hearing his cock sweetly ‘pop’ out of your creamy fat folds.

you’re oozing out with so so much of his gooey lush cum and it makes him licks his lips. you looked delicious, and he couldn’t help but swipe a finger down your runny cunt, bringing his eager digit up to his lips just to get a taste for himself.

toji was a nasty man—but with the way you tasted, he was even nastier.

as he licks his gloved finger that contains the concoction mess of both sappy liquids, he hums in amusement. “mhm,” and as his leafy viridescent colored eyes linger down towards your cunt, he smears his leaky tip over your pussy.

toji grunts, making sure to paint the entirety of your entrance with his pasty cum that sobs down parched folds. “good girl, good . . fuckin’ girl.”

toji stays like that for a while, and it’s only after an abrupt pausing moment that he makes you turn around to face him. he makes you lie flat on your back, and there, you’re met with the eyes of a handsome smug man. his features were as sly as his attitude, and his ruffled black hair was naturally messy.

“surprise,” he mutters, and you intake a breath once he gets on top of you again. toji doesn’t have the mask on anymore—but he still has on the costume part, a ghoulish black cloak that had slits near the edges of his sleeves. “scared yet?”

“not . . really,” you sheepishly say, slowly trailing your eyes down his body.

squinting just enough, you saw right through the outline of his muscular frame. he was fucking ripped, and you felt yourself throb the moment you started to imagine him wrapping those big burly arms around your—

“figures,” he scoffs, though his tone’s a bit more playful than annoyed. toji runs a big veiny hand through his hair before bringing his watch up to his face. wrinkling his nose, he hums. “gotta run, doll. ‘s been fun.”

a pout pulls against both sides of your lips as he says he has to depart. sure, you didn’t exactly expect him to stay . . well who were you kidding, you sort of did. but you knew he had to go.

your thighs stick together as he remains on top of you, watching him pull his mask back on. with a slightly worn out voice, you murmur. “you can’t stay?”

“no, i can’t stay,” he snickers, knowing you wanted more. toji’s head friskily tilts as you stare at him with a cute doe-eyed expression, still pouting and he rolls his eyes behind the mask. “god, fine. greedy little thing aren’t ‘cha?”

and you hear a bit of shuffling, watching him fish a hand in his pocket as his jeans were now pulled up and made presentable again. toji grabs a sharpie out of his pocket before pulling your waist closer toward him. “tsk. stay still,” and you’re curious to what he was about to do, not daring to move an inch.

you’re all bare and exposed, and you let off a soft exhale once he starts to write something right below your belly button. just a few more inches down and he’d be writing on your pussy.

it lasts for about seven seconds before he stops, adding a heart near the end of what was a ten digit phone number.

“alright, princess. here’s my number. whenever you’re feelin’ horny, just give me a call, yeah?”

and before you could even reply, he leans up to you—pulling up his ghostface mask over his lips, giving you a long teasing kiss. you moan into his mouth, smelling a scent of his cologne before he leisurely pulls away. toji whispers against your lips for one final time before pressing a thumb toward your throat.

“i’ll always come back.”