#oooh this hits all the right spots

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

trick to fun dialogue is just to make it a little hard to understand. maybe thats a cheap trick but i dont care

[screampied]

#BONGOS!

☆ sum. pov: when his backshots are just so good, they sound like bongooos! toji, choso, geto, sukuna, ino, nanami, gojo.

warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, dick drunk! reader, LETHAL BACKSHOTSSS, dom! choso sorta, ass obsessed men, size kink, brief cunnīlingus, doggystyle, prone boneee, hair pulling (nanami), slight dacryphīlia, runnin from it, pússy so good tears uppp (ino), spanks, dirty talk, sqúirting, bręeding, bed breaking, manhandling, cęrvix fucking.

an. HAPPY SQUIRTMAS *wet jingle noises*

CHOSO ★ KAMO.

“mhm- ah ah, get back here,” choso sharply prowls, each smoky pant turning raspier within the pitch.

choso was two words - feral and ruthless, and here he was having you all pretty and bent over on all fours..

his dark-rimmed eyes wandered everywhere at your body displayed underneath him. choso’s pointed ears couldn’t help but instinctively twitch upon hearing each sobbing mewl draaag its way out of your esophagus. it’s nothing but cute elongated syllables that made little to no sense, and each electrifying paps of fleshy stinging mounds clasping together has your head spinning in circles.

“ ‘m tired…of you, hah- always teasin’ me so much, baby. think you need a reminder of who’s in charge, huuuh?”

“c- chos—oooh!” your words get crudely cut off at the sloppy curve of his cock massaging through each part of your cunt.

like a maze - the upper part of his puffed tip clumsily gets lost, leisurely finding its way through before wetly marking every tender spot of your pussy with his curious tip. he’s beating up all spots, slowing his jagged hitting hips down purposely before picking his pace right back up. “mm- right f- fuckin’ thereee, fuck me then.”

with a sassy eye roll, choso deepens his angle, reaching an arm out to hold onto the grunting, wooden headboard. it’s undeniably loud, creaking non-stop each time both jolting bodies ounce against the bed frame.

“plan… on it,” and you whine, glossed lips breaking apart before your mouth spreads agape. he’s just so thick, and he loves more than anything to treat your pussy like it was just elastic. that effortless stretch- choso groans every time he feels you closing around him, cutely trying to squeeze around him before wheezing out those cute ‘oooh!’ ’s of whimpers.

“hah- gotta teach her some manners. can’t have you thinkin’ you can just walk all over me, princess—oh, fuuuck.”

every nth of choso’s staggering fat inches drills into you deeply, causing your eyes to goofily cross. he’s in you sooo good, using two grabby hands to raise your clumsy hips upright. “ugh- choso, mhm!” and your cunt’s just profusely dripping all around him, eagerly squelching at each springy thrust. he’s hard, maintaining a good alignment before his hips shimmy. his pace was literally inhuman. choso treats your convulsing nub like a target—repeatedly, striking your g-spot with precise hits as if it’s the perfect bullseye.

as you both each share laborious, breathy pants, he snatches your hips right back against his chiseled pelvis with an impish disapproving pout. “what did i say…no mngh- runnin’, pretty,” and you moan, feeling choso’s hand makes you dip all the way forward into his bare chest.

now, your back was just arched fully over with your ass perked up in the air. choso admires your slobbering pussy before leaning in, taking a moment to spit down between the exposed valley of your ass.

“f- fuuck, you’re so nasty, ‘cho,” you’d whine, holding back a bratty smile once your hand grips a jiggling fat of your rotating ass. through bleary peripherals and droopy hanging eyelids, choso’s swiping a thumb over his lips, another smearing his treacly saliva around your stuffed entrance to make sure you stay nice and wet for him.

it’s incredibly slimy, and his digit continues to sloppily trail further down the teary slot of cunt. it’s so raunchy, and choso licks his thin-pursed lips as if he’s preparing to feast….and right then, that’s when choso brings his freshly slick-coated fingers toward his rosy achy lips.

“she’s.. nastier,” choso grunts with his blushful broad tip aching from every ridged corner. your cunt wetly pops out an excited shriek of its own and your entire body starts to relax. he’s hissing through his teeth, fanning himself once he feels the cruel stiffening of his cock pound pound pound into your very core. “lemme hear her some more, princess. ‘s not enough hah- wet talk.”

and as choso’s rude hips continue to buck buck buck, he’s using every raging part of his hips to drill into you raw.

each twist, each turn—he’s deep, making sure your cunt remembers every narrow hit of his dick. a mixture of your sweetened moans and his feral grunts fill the air before he feels that cute clamping stick of your ass. “ ‘m gonna cum, ‘m cummin!” you’d gasp, poor knobbly thighs just slapping against each other. choso’s hips had the inside of your mouth watering, and you only wanted more. “fuck me- fuck me, f- ugh!”

your body inaudible screams with tremors and tremors of crazed shakes. once your lonely awaited finish comes, your mouth drops open but not a sound comes out. instead, a cute tiny squeak follows out of your husky larynx with your eyes carelessly rolllllling way back into the very back of your brain.

you’re seeing nothing but black as you’re riding out your orgasm, creaming down on choso’s cock with not a single thought in mind. “mhm- that’s it, ride it out baby, ride it out,” choso slows his hips to your defeated rhythm, feeling your body underneath him convulse rapidly. you saw stars, galaxies of them in fact, maybe even a few comets.

“c- choso,” you’d moan, hearing pitchy rough breaths from behind you. the wiiiiide stretch of his dick still makes itself known and you’re humming, batting your dampened lashes sporadically at the sudden overwhelming wave of elation. “fuuuckk- more,” and he ogles as you make him pull out, cutely flipping yourself over with a flushed look of sensual desire.

despite how you were just drenched in your sweat, you still craved more. choso stares at you sprawling your legs out fully, bringing two dry padded fingers towards your sensitive clit before pinching it. “l.. let’s try mating press, baby.”

“you’re impossible,” he sheepishly says, with a wry head shake, gingerly placing his weight on top of you. his onyx-colored ponytails were all scruffy, and he was sweating from all corners of his forehead. with a loud, wet ‘plap!’ noise, choso sloppily re-aligns his tip before it sloooowly starts to sink its way inside of your wet pussy, reuniting.

“hah- fine, but ‘m gonna have to…stretch you a bit, baby,” and you moan, feeling choso raise your leg, nearly hooking it over your head before positioning the other limb to mimic the same. sealing your trembling lips with an open-mouthed kiss, he grunts against your twisting tongue as he’s hungrily bottoming out inside of you.

“gotta get my baby all stretched,” he slips out a throaty whimper, hardened cock barreling further inside of you before he surprises random sticky kisses on your raised ankle.

“but, l- let’s…test out that flexibility while we’re at it, hm?”

SUGURU ★ GETO.

geto and backshots are a deadly combo within itself.

“take it. take it, taaake it,” he growls, his carnally encouraging words sounding more like a looping chant by the second. you’re moaning with his palm slapped against your mouth, shamefully drooling all over his hand in the process. of course, staring right in front of you too, was no one other than yourself. arched over, hunched over too, and lewdly crossed-eyed.

you probably looked a sight.

ruffled, shaggy strands of hair glued to your forehead. as your jaw was goofily hanging—just forever open with an agape ‘lil mouth that’s covered with geto’s hand, your wet tongue licks a path around his warm palm.

gasping for any ounces of air that you could get with his hand printed over your mouth, your cheek then prints against the cold, frigid mirror with how harder his thrusts were getting. “f- fuck, sugu mmph!” you coo out, feeling your thighs tense at each popping slam. remnants of whiteish, dried cum painted against your thighs. a licentious, dirty reminder of just how much he was claiming you from behind.

round after round and it turned from minutes to hours of just getting filled from every orifice with geto’s hot, creamy cum. geto’s cock wears you thin in every goopy crevice ‘n corner of your wet pussy, causing your poor larynx to sound hoarse from all the moaning within no time.

he’s pumping in all inches—grinding into your hips as you moved, cutely trying to jostle your waist to his rhythm but failing horribly.

“mngh- slutty girl, look at that ass tryna fuck me back. A for effort, i guess,” he grunts with a sneer, admiring the tears of sweat that started to gloss down your arched spine. so pretty..

almost looking akin to a necklace, a huge hand wraps around your throat before making sure you face yourself in the mirror. geto slides his other palm away from your mouth, scoffing at the webby sleek strings of spit following before he rubs it all over your mouth. “don’t look away, look at how your face gets when you…hah- slut yourself out on my dick, doll.”

“ugh- harderrrr,” your moans were starting to turn bouncy, and he was fucking you with every damn fiber of his being. geto’s buckled knees bury into the silk padded mattress and he’s dragging out hoarse gasp after gasp from your parched throat. his hits against your ass were loud, they sounded like bongos with how rough his pelvis creates music with each drumming hit.

“mmh- so good, so fuckin’ good,” your whines continue to drag out, and you’re tasting treacly salted saliva on your rosé buds.

through your peripherals, you spot geto working his hips into you. you couldn’t help but take a glance at his snatched waist that’s just so slim. he’s swerving into you at full speed, creating 360 donuts with his sloppy hips as he accelerates. geto sucks in a sharp, smoky break as he continued to plummet into your cunt over ‘n over again until you’re cutely clinging onto the mirror for leverage.

“cute,” he clicks his tongue, lowering his darkened irises down the curving arch of your bent-over back. from behind you, you heard him whistling at your watch before spanking your ass. the glossy sweat that remained on your backside shines bright, brighter than any sun—creating a creeping glow in the sunlight from the cracked open curtain in the distance. “good girl. lie back. all ya gotta do is.. hah- lie back ‘n let me have my way with this sloppy-fuckin’-cunt.”

each malleable thrust gets enunciated with each hard whack against your pussy that makes your teeth jitter. you’re moaning, barely able to keep up with his zealously, agile pace before the slit tip of his cock diagonally slithers its way near your clit. milliseconds pass before you then start to feel his crowned tap-tap tapping against your bumpy cervix. it’s a mean tap, and your eyes crossed even further together with your tongue abjectly lolling out. “s- shit, that spot. that.. mngh- suguru!”

a handful of nerves swim their way into the bottom parts of your stomach before you whine. you’re panting continuously, gently shoved face first against the now fogged mirror that was in directly front of you. it’s steaming up because of your harsh, wheezing breaths before you squeal. it’s quick, but your legs end up collapsing and so does your entire body.

“ ‘m cummin’, fuck!” you yawp, gasping breathlessly at that sliiiight turn of his pivoting hips. geto’s cock runs all through you, kneading your cunt with each brutal thwack.

sweetened whimpers pour from your lips once you end up meeting your euphoric maker. “ugh- s.. suguru,” low, pulled lids of your eyes start to feel heavy as you struggle to keep them open. you’re pussy’s wetly squalling, letting off squelches as you smothered geto’s thick cock from swollen top to bottom with your slick essence. “f- fuck, spank m-”

“quiet, baby,” geto shushes you, a hand wrapping back around the base of your throat. with a swift slap of his roughened palm, he spanks you again anyway, and you purr out a cute ‘ooooh’ right away.

your tongue still sticks out against the reflecting steamed mirror. you’re so close to it that you’re nearly suffocating from your tepid, pants of breath washing back into your face. he’s still inside, feeling you weakly try to arch your ass up but your face slumps further against the glass. “aw, relax, sweetheart. i gotcha,” and as you’re still whimpering, geto pulls out his vermillion-colored tip.

he silently hisses at your dewy, wet grip, gazing at your dripping cunt that’s covered with sparkling white strands of your mess. groaning, he rubs his angered tip over your pussy in a greedy circle.

“mhm- keep goin’ suguru,” you’d frantically toss your hips around in a circle - begging, aching for him to fuck you against the mirror again. it’s even cute with how your ass did a wordless cute shake against his leaky tip, rubbing your very entrance over his sweltering, dewy-coated tip.

“god- such a fuckin’ slutty girl, can never say no to that preeeetty-shakin’-ass,” geto huffs, pausing between each word as his hand swipes against your tender feeling rear. still aroused, he grunts as his bulky cock twitches each time your skin jiggles against the sharp greeting contact.

geto flips you over with one beefy arm, tying his hair into a hurried slothful ponytail before cocking his head. “legs, raise ‘em for me, high baby,” and once you comply, geto hums, closing the distance between you and him by sliiiiding his way in between your raised legs.

in a husky voice, he smacks his plump tip against your pussy before biting your bottom lip while maintaining direct eye contact. “hah- that’s it, stretch those fuckin’ legs for sugu, sweetheart. and while you do thaaat,” geto grumbles, stealing a low-pitched moan from you once he delves a thick finger inside of your swallowing cunt.

“i gotta make her cream on me at least an extra four more times, heh..”

NANAMI ★ KENTO.

“like this, sweetheart?” nanami murmurs, grabbing a secure amount of hair to wholly fit into the coarse palm of his hand.

he’s gentle nonetheless, hearing your cute shallow breaths once his hips fatally stop. as you’re arched over a side of the bed, your wobbly hands piercing into the fat mattress. nanami’s unpredictable movements have you speechless, blinking thrice because who knew such a man was so nasty in bed?

of course—the only exception was his pretty wife, you. and nanami didn’t mind getting kinky for his beloved precious, even if you wanted to try something as vulgar as backshots..

he’s all the way inside you, not even moving an inch and yet it felt like he was already obliterating every part of your goopy, clamping walls.

“mhm- yeah. fuck me ‘n then just start pullin’ on it if i try to crawl away, ‘ken.” you moan, feeling that all too familiar thumping sensation arises between your quaking, sore thighs. near the very undersides, you felt the brief pants of tenderness lingering against your skin.

nanami tilts his head, shrugging out a complying, “alriiight,” and you gasp once he softly tightens the grip against your hair just a bit. “this okay? ‘m gonna start movin’ for you.“ earnestly impatient, you nod, and the blond tries to suppress a smile. already, he felt your cute body trying to wriggle away but as you said, he gently tugged you back by the hair. “anything for the kinky wife i guess. brace yourself though, honey. work’s been.. hah- rough.”

and when nanami fucks, he Fucks - capital F.

you’re holding back pitiful muffled moans as he pulls off his tie, softly stuffing it in your mouth. it’s tasteless - and you’re whimpering, feeling every stinging whack from his hips slam into your ass every three seconds.

nanami’s sweat-drenched fingertips caress both sides of your curvaceous hips—feeling all down your loving physique as he’s ferociously fucking into you at such a disrespectful speed.

every thrust was insanely languid, barely giving you time to gather up a thought in your dull, empty brain. “kento, ohmygoddd,” your voice timidly cracks, already drenching the end part of his thigh with your bubbly drool. he’s churning your insides through and through like one would churn a fresh batch of hot butter. and god- nanami’s just rocking into the rear of your ass like a boat that’s forever rickety. “harder.. pull it, baby, pull my fuckin’ hair.”

“yes, ma’am,” he raspingly responds, having the same firm grip on your hair. dozens of seconds later, a nice amount of your hair yanks back and your eyes cutely widen. you fall back and so do your hips, continuously and sloppily landing back against his hips. it’s still gentle nonetheless, but his hips were so cruel. you’d never get used to that heavenly stretch of his cock.

it’s mouthwatering, and you’re just melting at the sheer sounds of each bouncy slap! of balmy skin. nanami hears the cute bundle of gargled whines struggle to leave your throat once he grabs your hair, and he purrs. “mhm, liked that, sweetheart? should i pull again? can’t leave my woman all horny ‘n unsatisfied, hm?”

“mmph- pull.. hah- harder, ‘ken,” you nod, your words still a bit hushed and gagged from his work tie. the bed’s so unsteady, you were just it was gonna snap into two at any second. as he keeps up a decent rhythm, your jaw ends up dropping once his peachy tip greets your clit with a knocking slam. he hears another gasp slip from your lips before your ass lifts.

with another solid yank, nanami pulls a bit harder, and this time, he’s faintly snickering at how cute your body was - just slamming back into him like it already knew its territory. riiiight as his fattened tip makes itself known to your pretty, pulsating clit, you squeal out a bellowing yelp.

there!

like a q-tip, his rounded cockhead swaaaabs its way around your tightening entrance before the deep thrusts continue. your eyes were just bulging out each of their sockets, and you were speechless for a while before squealing out a cute, “ohmygu- ‘ken something’s coming. s- something’s coming kento.”

“i know, sweetheart,” he whispers, slowing his sloppy hits down but making sure that his thrusts remain deep deep deep. he studies your gyrating ass and how it flawlessly ricocheted against his skin. with each barbaric smack of your ass clashing into his pelvis, he feels both sweaty pounds of skin arise with blistering temperature.

but the last thing you’d expect was to gush right onto his cock, legs cutely twitching with a squalling whimper ripping out of your strained chords. the release was so sudden, that your eyes widened dramatically as your lips parted into a pretty bewildered ‘oh!’

the feeling was just so erogenous, and your entire body underneath his fell into jerking spasms. “my, oh myyy,” nanami gruffly murmured, still maintaining a gentle yet tight grip on the back of your head. soft, massaging fingers glissade down your scalp at his grasping hold before he feels your ass weakly writhing back into him. “messy girl, that’s it. make a mess for me, sweetheart. ‘s okay, let go.”

“u- ugh!” your brows curl, and your cunt was just dripping like a faucet - profusely. his tip stopped all types of movement, brushing against your convulsing clit as you kept gushing and he grunts. right there - right fuckin’ there.. he felt your pulse, relishing in the faint sloshing sounds that occurred between the stickiness of both fleshy thighs meshing against the skin. “fuck, fuck, fuuuck ‘ken.”

“ ‘y did so good,” nanami breathes, his wet tie drenched with your saliva flopping out past your lips. he pulls out, and his dick exits your watery pussy with a cute plap. the sheets were all soaked with your wetness and nanami’s panting, smearing his flesh-colored crown around your shriveling entrance. pulse after pulse, you’re still eager for him to get back inside despite how your entire body was shivering from your recent mind-boggling finish. “always loved myself a wet wife,” nanami softly smacks his veiny cock against your teary slit.

“the wetter the better, haah- darlin.’ let’s try that again,” and you whine, feeling his dick slap against your crying, wet pussy. with a click of his tongue, nanami lets off a deep, heavy sigh. “think she needs a bit more.. ah- velocity training.”

SUKUNA ★ RYŌMEN.

“heh- your smart mouth’s almost as annoying as your weak arch, little girl,” sukuna snickers, keen-witted canines briefly poking out his lips.

you’re moaning, letting off occasional pitchy swear words whilst getting absolutely destroyed by the king of curses himself. he always treated your pussy like an enemy — using his favorite technique, absolutely annihilating your g-spot.

the fleecy, thin straps of sukuna’s kimono tickled against your skin as he’s driving his thick cock deep into you with such rigorous might. hit after hit after hit, sukuna’s dick was just as angry as he was.

as you were whining, your voice was steadily forming raw and strained as those cute little ‘oooh’s!’ sweetly cried out from your dried voice box.

his tip’s got such a curve that makes your insides tingle. “oh….f- fuuuck,” you heave in a single sharp breath, feeling your tummy cowardly tuck its way inward. sukuna’s cock’s greedy, and each stroke makes your eyes bulge wider ‘n wider out of their sockets. he’s bottomed balls deep, and you could hear his animalistic pants bellow huskily from behind you. playfully, sukuna trails a claw down your back, watching you writhe at something as simple as his touch.

“ ‘m not gonna last, ‘kuna, s- so big, stretchin’ me so fuckin’ go—ah!” you whine, getting a face full of a fluffed pillow. he’s got an angle that makes you feel it all, every single inch pumping inside of your cunt—introducing itself against your pearled nub each passing second.

his hips were viciously vicious, and you’re just drooling from the cracks of your mouth at each girthy centimeter prying your insides open. “ughhh- don’t stop, f- fuck me. fu—”

“ahh,” sukuna tuts, and you whimper once his palm wetly spanks against your stuffed pussy. pasty, teary droplets briskly coat his hand before he rubs circles against your tender clit. with his hips securely pressed right up against your jerking ass, sukuna licks your ear. “you’ll get your turn to speak. but right now, she’s the star right now, not you. have some class, wet girl.”

as popping wet sloshes cry from the opened arc of your legs, and you feel sukuna’s forked tongue flick against your neck. “mmh- she’s so nasty, talk talk taaaalk. jus’ like her dumb fuckin’ owner..” sukuna brings your hips up with two hardened palms, making sure your face stays shoved deep into the mattress.

with a cute wiggle, your ass rewinds into him and he grunts at the immediate jiggle. with a loud, briefly stinging whack, he spanks you—hearing those cute ‘lil clamors leave your cracking throat before seconds later and he’s back to thrusting.

sukuna’s cock was dangerous - you already felt yourself getting more ‘n more stupid the harder his hips snapped into you. vehemently, his strokes turn languidly sloppy within seconds, and you mouth out a cute silent ‘ohmyfuckin’godddd!’ blood-shot eyes rove down your bouncing frame and how you were bent over just for him and only him. “mng- m’lord, there- there pleaaaase!”

“don’t know who’s louder,” the demon snarls under his breath in a tone dripping with amused mockery. he stares as your ass extends upward and you’re arched right over, face pathetically buried into his velveteen-made sheets.

every clashing pap of ridden skin never failed to echo through his chambers, and the gluey feeling of sticky, crashing thighs makes his fangs sharply nip into his lip. “mngh-” his dick swirls a shape-like motion all arooound your pussy, easing a secret pathway way into your cervix and you short circuit instantaneously.

sukuna huffs lowly, clawing more of his black whetted fingernails into the skin of your plush ass. “you or this fuckin’…hah- talkative pussy. can’t even hear myself think.”

“suh- suku-” you squeak, dumbing down from each second he spends battering his fat cock inside of you. your walls were tight, desperately clinging to him, clamping vigorously before popping out a cacophony of wet plops. your eyes were already rolled back, and your blocked vision met with a dark void of darkness. “ah-” you end up drooling, a stream of saliva starting to bubble from the corners of your twitching lips. sukuna’s deeeeep, nearly creating an unforgettable bulge with how he easily pushes his entire weight against your ass.

your mind’s completely empty . . but, you’re transported right back to reality once you hear a splitting crack of wood. as sukuna’s still driving his thick cock into your slobbering pussy like a madman, he hears that eerie ‘creeeeak’ sound.

it’s the headboard—and, within seconds, the bed awkwardly flops, and you heard the boxspring weakly snap from underneath. “ngh-” sukuna grunts, the both of you briefly collapsing from the bed calling quits to support the ridiculous weight. your release pauses as you pant, wondering what happened, and the curse just slyly snickers at you. “ ‘s all good. just a little bed break,” and you felt his forked, slimy tongue lick down your sweat-covered back. he huskily ‘ah’s’ once he allows his tongue to savor your natural taste before groaning.

his cock’s aching.. and the top of his cock’s flushing a pearly, shimmery color of velvet red. a thumb of his pulls a bit of lingering foreskin before he brings his crowned cockhead toward your pretty puckering hole. sukuna notices you trying to crane your head to look at your ass but he tsks, making you face back in front.

“turn that head back the fuck around. just because the bed broke doesn’t mean ‘m not done breakin’ this pussy too, little girl. now open up for me. goood girl.”

SATORU ★ GOJO.

“oh, oh- wait a minute, angel,” satoru pauses mid-thrust, pressing his naturally sculpted pelvis against your ass. you’re moaning once he wraps a smooth hand around your throat, bringing pink glossed lips toward the lobe of your ear. “are you cryinnn’?” and indeed, you were.

he’s been hitting you from the back so deep ‘n so good that you’re fighting back fat, glittery tears. they stick to your lashes, nearly blinding you with each flapping blink and you moaned for him to not stop - not now, not ever.

snickering smokily, satoru then starts to use his other hand to maneuver sloppy, wet shapes around your slippery, stuffed cunt.

“sooooo tender for me, hm?” and satoru’s lanky dick stretched you thin - wearing you thin with every long inch, causing your brows to cutely twist in rapture. “tsssk. can’t help but be emotional and wet for me, cute..”

“s- satoru, don’t stop- please,” your sweet pleads and begs instantly making his cock twitch inside of you. you shuddered, feeling a vein of his prod on his foreskin, nipping against your insides as he moved. satoru was so long, but even longer inside..

it’s probably been round after round, but you’re already salivating for more. his slim body was pushed right up against yours, and you felt the snowy, wooly hairs that were taped to his base drag all across his skin. he’s such a tease though. you could merely feel that annoying smug grin boring right into the back of your skull, despite how you weren’t even facing him. “ngh- finish.. fucking me.”

“oh! sounds like a demand, and y’know how i don’t like being given orders,” he hoarsely whispers, two rough hands pulling up your ass to create a deeper slope.

he’s in deep, idly massaging your clit with his tip not shifting at all. your wetness perfectly coats the entire thick base of his cock, and satoru could hear your pleading little squelches trying to sweet talk him at the same time too. “aw, is that back talk ‘m hearing?” and you whimper, hearing a slap sound between your legs.

satoru spanks your cunt - feeling you wriggle, desperately trying to rut back against him but he makes you halt. “ah- patience,” and your sweet whines fueled his ego oh-so-good. satoru’s slim waist sensually rocks against your ass, and you’re smacked by his rearing hips time ‘n time again. you’re probably so stupefied. your dripping tongue hung all out of your mouth as languid, airy pants roughly seized away from your lungs. “ ‘m gonna cum, satoru. you’re hittin’ that spot s- sooo good, mmg-”

“yeah, tell me how ya really feel,” and you gasp, feeling him push your knee into your chest. you’re still laid flat on your back, and now—he’s got an even deeper angle. his cock explores every part of your pussy, and that sticky grip on your ass makes him groan against your earlobe.

“think you just might have the strongest pussy, baby. grippin’ all… on me,” and as his voice deepens, maybe even quavering a bit from how sensitive he felt, satoru sucks sloppy kisses against your neck. “mhm- don’t think i can beat her. nope.. not when she’s being so fuckin’ hah- sloppy, shit.”

slosh after wetted slosh could be heard from between the open space of your legs and you’re whimpering. his tip’s constant thrashing so merciless - filthily showering your pearled nub with a kiss after pounding kiss until your legs were on the verge of snapping shut.

satoru’s closet pressed up against your bare rotating ass, grinding his washboard abs into your body and it just feels so hot. he swats a hand against your ass, intently sucking his teeth at the three-second jiggle before moaning lowly into your ear. “heh.. there’s that cute g-spot- i mean weak spot,” and with a rude collision—satoru’s thrusts slam into you at full impact, causing your brain to nearly hotwire.

it’s so abrupt that you didn’t even recognize your voice when your shrieking squeal came out. “mmph!” your eyes hugely bulge, and his cock’s stuffed soso many inches inside—sneaking a hand underneath your tummy just to feel you cutely heaving around his size. as you’re creaming down his hardened shaft.

sublimely, it stands tall inside of you and he heartily chuckles at your body’s retreating response. you’re shaking, barely being able to move your hips and your head ends up falling into the cushioned pillow with a soft thud. “s- satoru, don’t.. don’t stop,” and as your tongue remains lies flat down your lips, you put out a needy sob. “oh my go- hah- ‘m still.. cummin’.

“hm, okay,” satoru whispers, skipping a few warm fingers down your spine. you tense at his touch, and your back slightly raises before his dick loudly pops! it's way out of your sensitive pussy. trails ‘n trails of glistening, perspiring sweat paints down his pale frame before he flips you over. satoru treats you like a doll - a rag doll, and before you know it, you’re straddling on top of him.

with blurred, faded vision, you could see a cunning grin stretching across his pinkened lips before he aligns you. “ah, jus’ lie back against my chest, good girl,” he praises you, feeling your back recline against his ripped abdomen. you’re moaning, still shattering all rows of your teeth at your recent eye-rolling orgasm before satoru slings two arms underneath your legs.

you gasp, letting off a soft ‘oof!’ once he suddenly lifts you, openly gawking in awe at your creamy hole hovering over his crimson-shaded tip. “new position baby. ‘m gonna try usin’ infinity on this pretty cunt,” and you moaned, hearing a looooong stretch of his dick from behind you and you gulped.

was he-

satoru was making his cock longer, you didn’t even know he could do that but the anxious flutter between your thighs was almost embarrassing. your tummy steadily caves in ‘n out as you feel him starting to gradually sink into you.

attacking the left part of your neck with a barrage of wet, starving kisses—satoru hoarse grunts. “y’know what they say. eighth orgasm’s the charm, angel. now biiiiig fuckin’ stretch, lemme teach her how strong i can really get with a few extra inches, heh..”

TOJI ★ FUSHIGURO.

“c’mooon, pretty thing. let’s see that ass show me what it’s fuckin’ made of,” toji grunts, slightly tilting his right thigh up. he’s rude - hips far ruder though, and he’s just straight up plunging deep into your cervix until your tongue’s just sloppily hanging out your mouth.

with your lips wholly coated with a natural gloss of saliva, you’re damn near hysterical. he’s hitting you so deep, biting his lower lip each time your ass does that cute sticking smack right against his sharpened pelvis. toji’s washboard abs flex ‘n tense through his dingy white tank before he swats against your ass. “mhm- atta girl. entertain this dick girl, entertain- fuckin’- me.”

“mngh!” you squealed, your incoherent babble turning into muffles against the pillows in front of you. toji’s whole right-hand fits over your head and he lightly shoves your face into the mattress.

you’re whimpering, each rough slam into your rear sending staticky ringing through your ears. he’s so nasty, plowing into you with such lively horsepower that it makes you start to pant like a literal greyhound. “ ‘m gonna fuck, gonna fuckin’ cum, t- toooji.”

with a scoff, toji spanks your ass. “yeah? that’s nice.” his tone’s fuckin’ sly, he couldn't care less. your cunt’s so slippery, slickly gluing against his hairy base that piercingly pap! pap! paps! right into both twirling globes of your ass.

the sounds of repeated smacking flesh pitched louder and louder as both bodies rutted into each other. the bedroom filled with harmonies of rough slaps and groans, as well as your added whimper and whines from how good toji was plowing you into the shared king-sized bed. toji’s a menace when it came to his hips though.

he does this thing where he stuffs you all the way full with one single thrust….then pulls out… then back in…then back fuckin’ out..

“mhm- good…good, goooood,” his voice lowers, and so did his angle. toji’s cock had a bit of lean, lazy hook and it’s just sexy. it’s noticeable curve forever made itself known by just doing a single shimmy with his wide hips. from top to bottom of his cock that’s prodding with lightening shaped veins all over, he’s insanely big. “hah- look at that cute ass jus’ bouncin’ all on me. goddamn, babygi- fuck.”

toji even arched his back too, combing a few thickset fingers through his murky dark strands before feeling his dick swell up from the creamed top. he’s close, and with how good you were gripping around him, it wasn’t helping things much at all.

your insides were so gluey, sticking against him like pasty adhesive, determined to wring around him like the lewdest vice imaginable. “goddamn-” he groans, thin nostrils immediately flaring.

your pussy’s grip was ruthless - you squeezed and squeezed and squeezed, hearing toji’s grumbles huff underneath his breath. “ ‘m gonna make this tummy so nice ‘n plump,” he grouses, ravened brows curling together. vein after vein throbbing through his cock as he’s deepening his hits, giving the back of your tank top a firm grasp. you fall back into his cock at the pull, moaning and sweetly ‘ooh!’ ing at each jackhammering hit of his cock.

“mmgh- cum in me, toji,” you whimper, rocking your body against the dingy sage sheets with no shame. your body’s all slumped, humping against the bed with the front of your body as your right cheek pressed into the mattress.

toji’s buried to the very hilt, and his burning-up crown alone even started french kissing your cervix, dozens of times too. it’s indisputably sloppy, and you let off a gasp once you feel him swirling his stout tip alllll around your gummy insides, tap tap tapping against that beloved spongey texture. “don’t miss, f- fuck.”

“hah- with an arch like that, y’er askin’ for at quadruplets,” and his hips brutally snap into you. for a second, toji’s cock leaves you brain dead with the cause before his heavy, life-altering shaft. that exact spot that feels a bit bumpy, his tip rams against it and it scratches the left lobe of your brain so good. toji snickers, hearing you left off a pornographic ‘aaaah!’ at the abrupt discovered pressure. “ngh- better take it all then, don’t waste a fuckin’ drop, girl.”

it happens with such quickness—toji’s lowly growls, his husky orgasm sounding more like a gruff pitching battle cry. he’s slowing his hips before holding your wobbly hips in place. right as he’s cumming in you, toji’s burly body presses against your backside. you could feel him still grinding, although it’s a bit more weak.

“ugh- fillin’ you so well gotta getcha niiiice ‘n round f’m again. can’t leave my pretty mama without a.. hah- fill,” and it starts to pour deep inside. it oozes inside of your cunt, and it flows out so quickly that some even start to dribble down the crevices of your thighs. pretty, sloppy squelches could be heard from the occurring mess and toji dryly swallows. “mhm- she’s as nasty as you, babygirl. look at her swallowin’ it all up. so good.”

“tooooji,” you’d whimper, gasping once you felt a big thumb snail its way down your sopping pussy. wads of cum race down your thighs, and with a sloshing wet pop, toji pulls out his cock that was frothing from the velvet-reddened tip. he grunts, admiring your ass that still had itself raised, and he then leans down. toji inches his face toward your backside, using two wide hands to spread your ass apart.

“haaaah,” he pants against your dripping cunt, rolling out his tongue. you whimpered, clicking your teeth together once he starts to lap up the globs cum that was spilling down your thighs. it’s a loud sluuuurp! from toji’s mouth that gives you butterflies, but he then gives your clit a sweet munch with both pairs of lips.

toji rubs his lip scar against your pulsating cunt before snickering against your entrance, cleaning up his cum that glistened down your poor, aching slit that’s just so overflooded. “mhm- keep this arch, pretty girl. ‘m fuckin’ starved,” toji spits against your slick-covered heat before allowing the sheeny strings to land flat on his rolled out tongue.

“…and this cute pussy’s just askin’ to be devoured, heh..”

INO ★ TAKUMA.

“back… shots?” ino lets out a tremulous short breath, nearly drooling at the prurient sight of you arching over the armrest of the couch.

you were so breathtaking, even in such an erotic hunched-over position—face up ‘n pretty ass down. just to top it all off though, your pulled-to-the-side-panties that exposed your flooded dripping pussy only made things ten times worse. you even dared to sprightly throw your hips around in a circle, hearing a cute needy whine pull leave from ino’s lap. “o- okay, i can- i can do backshots.”

“don’t be scared, ino,” you hush in a sweet coaxing tone, your voice as smooth as silk. all types of warmth lingered on your tone. he’d probably cum just from listening to you speak if he wasn’t too careful. reaching a thumb from behind you, you drag a plump thumb down your puffed slit. soaked right away, ino watches before bringing the flushed crownhead of his cock towards your wet fluttering slit. it’s so wet—just aptly pouring with syrupy slick from the sides, the corners, hell- even the inner wet crevices…

ino felt his heart pounding, and he was holding back a moan once his plump cockhead swirls a circle around your swallowing entrance. you moan, arching more before humming. “mhm- like that. now fuck me, baby. fuck m-”

and oh- he does.

ino was a very quick learner because, within no time, you found yourself arched right over with his capped tip being greedily swallowed by your famished entrance.

ino’s so frantic - and it’s almost cute how he had no literal rhythm. he’s getting lost in your pussy—but after a few sloppy starting thrusts, he surprisingly locates every tender spot like it's nothing. you shudder as your hips start to rise, feeling a few wet droplets splat against your arched backside and oh, he’s really drooling now..

his breaths turn from steady to heavy within seconds, and he’s just hypnotized at how pretty your cunt took in all the turgid inches of his shaft. “s- sorry, can’t help it,” he meekly apologizes, wiping a hairy arm over his spit-glossed lips. his hands awkwardly grip your ass before you feel him swipe a slender digit toward your neglected hole.

“oooh,” he whimpers to himself, plugging it with the entirety of his stubby thumb. with his buttoned nose cutely wrinkling at the sensations of being full from both orifices, you whine out his name thrice. sweet repeated chants of ‘ino!’ ‘inooo!’ or ‘iiii-noooo!’ and it’s so melodic to ino, in a salacious way at least.

your cunt dewily clenches at him toying with your slick hole, and he pulls out his thumb before groaning. “god- ‘s no fair, baby,” and he’s still clinging onto your bouncing hips, staring as your ass starts to fuck back into him. speaking of toys, he couldn’t help but moan at how you rewinded your hips back into him oh-so perfectly.

it was like your entire waist was controlled, and ino’s grabbing at the plump cheeks of your ass at every moment he could. the slaps of skin were so loud, and they echoed through every cornering wall in the dimly lit bedroom. “don’t even…hah- know what ‘ta do with all this ass. phew- think ‘m gonna… faint.”

“don’t be dramatic, ino,” you skewed your hips around his cock, swallowing in a deep breath at the overly thick tummy-tucking stretch that surprises your pussy. he’s just big - rummaging through every important part of your guts before slap! you’re met with a stony coarse wham that makes your tongue flop out on his own. “f- fuck, right there. keep hittin’ that spot, oh- fuck!”

ino’s already in love… and, your hips were a smooth talker, if anything.

the way you moved and perfectly corresponded to him, he’s getting teary. it feels so damn good, the familiar tightening of his balls makes him nearly choke on an incoming exhale as he watches you throw back against him.

it was almost comical—you wanted to try backshots, and ino could barely keep up with your pace because technically speaking, you were fucking him. “god- baby, ‘m gonna cum. can’t.. can’t hold it, lemme finish inside pleaseplease,” and as he’s babbling, you could hear him sniffling.

your pussy was so good that it had him choking on his own words, stammering clumsily over every whiny syllable. ino’s hands never leave your hips, and he swats a few palms at your doughy ass that jerks right into him before sighing. you’re so stuffed already, but the thought of him dumping such a hot, buttery batch of cum inside you had you humming in longing contempt. “mhm- tell me, baby. your pussy’s gonna f- fuckin’ kill me, hah-”

“insiiiide, do it,” you whine, slightly raising your hips. god- the view, your slick twitching cunt had ino hearing his whole heartbeat through his ears. he was damn near mesmerized, and his tip was just weeping at the constant tender rubbing it was creating against your clit. your entrance slicked against him like velcro, and ino’s jaw was already clenching at the clingy sensation.

with of few more pops of his weak hips, ino eventually does cum - and it’s a lot.

a knot of, gooey fresh cum shoots right into you, quickly traveling through your insides. ino whines way louder than you, and he falls flat against your back. “ugh- baby,” he grunts, his voice cracking as soon as he falls into your embrace. it’s hot, and you moan once he continues to spurt thin ribbons straight deep into your womb. timid, soppily hands suffered with insane amounts of sweat before you felt his palms all around your body. even with ino still rawly pumping into you, he’s running his hands up and down the curvature of your waist—stopping at your ass, his favorite.

squelches ‘n squelches galore..

his softened cock remained plugging you full with all of its might—feeling your dribbling cunt tighten around the entirety of his length. it takes him a good while before he’s finally emptied his entire load, giving himself a subtle shake to make sure it’s all deep inside of you. “good boy,” you quietly hum, rolling over, swiping a thumb down your flooded cunt. ino pants, flopping onto your chest and he looks so in love. his face was flushing the more he deeply stared at you, and your eyes widened once you realized ino’s slowly pushing the crowns of your knees up to your chest. “hah- ino?”

“ ‘m not done,” he murmurs, leaning in to press a sweet, chaste kiss against your quivering lips. he moans at the soft prod of your tongue brushing against his before his pearly-colored tip whacks against your pussy that’s still spitting out tiny clumps of his cum.

“one more round. need t- to claim these walls before i claim your heart first, baby.”

[demiesworld]

thinking about men overstimulating themselves

�� — contents: minors dni, nsfw, smut, overstimulation (both m and f), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talking, dumbification, just the usual filth

☆ — notes: reader is a female and uses she/her pronouns.

like you have both been going at it for hours already. you're in the bedroom he has your legs spread eagle, and your arms are anchored at your sides from him holding you down. his hips, god his strokes are so deep, and fast when they slap right against your skin. this man is abusing your pussy and is trying to make it go over it's limit. though it's not like he doesn't care he's just so fucked out, so drunk and so determined that he doesn't realize it. you look up at him, seeing his face flushed and jaw slack, his pretty eyes are barely even visible as there's nothing but white; he looks so hot. the upper rows of his teeth biting down on his bottom lip at the same time his hips are brutally snapping forward. the claps of his heavy balls accompanied by low grunts is an erotic vision that has your gummy walls tightening on his dick. then that tight knot that you've been chasing after for a while finally pops and your pussy is squirting all over his lower abdomen. spurts of your sweet juice wets his skin and makes a puddle on the bedsheets. "hmm! mm! fuuuck baby!" he grunts and groans out when you cum all over him. you're panting after you're easing down, and you're expecting for him to stop. he doesn't. instead he rocks his hips against yours slowly and he bites back a moan when your walls squeeze around him. "yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah, fuuuck," he lets go of your hands and cup your sweaty face in his hands. you whimper as you wrap your legs around his waist and let him tenderly grind his dick into your core. you arch your back up from the bed with your toes curling behind his back. your hand flies to the back of his head as you pull him in for a heated kiss. he's whimpering onto your lips, "i'm sorry baby, i can't- ha- i can't- hng- fuc-fucking stop." "it's ok-okay! don't stop, please!" "don't stop? my baby says don't stop?" you're nodding your head and whimper when he slides his cock out of your pussy. he turns you over on your side, then gets in between your thighs, straddling your bottom leg with your top leg laying over on one of his thighs. he holds onto the base of his length and slathers his tip with your wet juices. you toss your head back, a sensual moan pushes past your lips. "put it in daddy- oooh!" he's sliding his dick back into you and angling his hips so he could give you short and quick strokes. you chant his name like a prayer, clutching tightly onto his right shoulder as he pounds into your pussy from above. your back arches from the bed while you release out a squeak. you look into his eyes just as you cum again from him hitting your sweet spot. he slows down and gently grinds his hips into you as you ride out your orgasm this time. his hand gripping onto the flesh of your thigh and stroking the skin. he breathed, "so gooood, hmm, can't get e-fucking-nough!" he lifts your leg up and lets it hang over his shoulder. "fuck, oh shit, shit, what the fuck." he whispers in a ragged tone. his head looks down at where you're connected and the ring of creamy white that's on his shaft, and your puffy clit has him holding his breath. "so hot, oh god baby," he startles you by roughly jackhammering. your bodily mixtures of cum created a wet smacking sound from him thrusting. he tosses his head back and gasps dramatically as he feels his body tensing up and quickens his thrusts if possible. he's blabbering, "fuck, fuck, shit, yes, yes, just l-like t-thAT!" with the final thrust he slams into you hard and leans his weight onto your body. your pussy feels like it's stretched to its limit when he lays above you and shoots his hot seed deep into your womb. he's letting out soft hisses, low grunts, and sweet whimpers as he gingerly fucks his cum into your seeping cunt. "ah, ah, fuck th-that... tha-that felt go-good... how did you feel babe-baby?" "good... but i feel so sore..." "hehe sorry baby."

(jjk) GOJO, CHOSO, geto, (kny) AIZETSU, karaku, haganezuka, DOUMA, akaza (tokyo rev) ran, rindou, KAZUTORA, HANMA, IZANA, baji, SANZU, any of your favs!

[madamechrissy]

Gojo can't stop thinking about fucking Geto's girl

MDNI- Explicit Yandere Gojo jerks off thinking about you, Geto's girlfriend, yandere Suguru decides he'll share you once.

Warnings: -yandere Geto and Gojo, oral sex -f receiving, p in v sex, anal sex( f recieving) threesome, double penetration, breed kink, cumming, dollification, dumbification, lowkey misogyny, highkey yandere lol

<<<Part Five

Part Six

"Just getting started with you." Suguru's voice is a gruff whisper in your ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine, as they sink into your holes.

The feeling of being fucked by their huge cocks, as you're held by their strong arms is insanity, you can't even describe the pleasure and pain, Suguru stretching your little ass as Satoru's sinking so deep in your pussy. Satoru's rhythm is relentless, hands digging into your hips, blue eyes devouring you, while Suguru starts to thrust into your ass further, their movements constantly in sync, both stealing kisses from you, leaving you breathless.

Your eyes roll back into your head as the room starts to spin you're so drunk off them, their cocks hitting all the right spots, Suguru takes it easy and shallow, while Satoru's cock is stuffed in your pussy so deep, you're so full it seems unreal. You're gasping out, broken moans and cries mixing with their guttural groans and heavy breaths. "Ngh! I... it's too much I..."

"You can take it, Princess. You're so good for us." Suguru whispers, and you nod then, captured by the violet gaze, dilated and hungry as he sinks deeper, stretching you so much. Your moans muffled by Satoru's mouth, his tongue delving into your mouth, messy and hungry.

Satoru's hands are everywhere, feeling your body inch by inch, gripping your tits and squishing them, pinching your sensitive nipples between them, as Suguru is slipping his hand down your tummy, his thumb brushing over your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through your body, you're soaking his hand now, tightening around both of their cocks, Satoru pulls away, exhaling as he stares into your eyes.

"You're being the perfect toy for us, baby." Satoru huffs, urging you on, your head falls back against Suguru's chest, his grip on your hips tightens, his thrusts becoming more forceful, pushing you further onto Satoru's cock.

"So good, Princess. So tight, f-fuck." Suguru's groaning, turning your chin to kiss him, his tongue ring clicking against your teeth, you tremble as they move you like their doll, like their toy, you feel like you're falling apart between them.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin and the wet sounds of their cocks sliding in and out of your body fill the room, your juices flowing all over Satoru's cock, as Suguru's precum drips in your other hole, and they keep kissing you back and forth, pushing and pulling until you're nothing, you are just something for them to use.

"Fucked her dumb, Sugu, look at her." Satoru whispers, Suguru laughs softly, broken in the middle, hands on your ass, lifting you and sinking in impossibly deeper.

"Ah-ah! Mmm!"

"She can't even speak, so cute." Satoru's smirking, and you can't manage a glare, not when he's bending low and they both sink their cocks in fully, you're cumming so hard you can't think, shattering as they exhale, gripping you.

"You feel so good, Princess, you're made for this aren't you?" Suguru murmurs, you shake your head, and they laugh again.

"Stalkers." You grumble.

"Oooh, she can still talk? Think we should fix it."

They shove in hard now, and you're cumming all over Satoru's cock, your ass milking Suguru's so good his nails press into your skin. You try to keep some semblance of control, but it's a lost cause, your body is theirs to do with as they please, and you can't help but love the feeling of being so utterly consumed by the both of them. Satoru's teeth sink into one side of your neck now, sharp and rough, as Suguru bites the other side, just a little gentler. You're completely blinded by them, by Satoru's soft white hair against your cheek, and Suguru's long silken locks across your shoulders.

You wrap your arms around Satoru's neck, your nails digging into his skin right back, screaming out hoarsely as you try to keep some balance.. "Please..."

"Tapping out, Princess?"

"That won't do." They both chuckle darkly, their eyes meeting over your head. "Lemme fill her with cum, Sugu."

"Ask her what she wants. Do you want us to fill your holes?"

"Breed you?" Satoru murmurs, shoving deep again, tip bruising your cervix, you struggle to try to come to, lashes fluttering.

"Breed me?" You ask softly, Suguru sighs.

"Wouldn't know whose baby it was."

"Could be both of ours."

"F-fuck you both." They laugh again, and you're stretched beyond your limits, weakly grasping at them to try to keep tethered. "But... cum in me, please. Fill me." Your eyes hit Satoru's, seeing his hunger, then you look back at Suguru, they're both covered in slick sweat as are you, naked bodies smoothly running against each other as they press you even closer.

"Gonna fill your perfect pussy up so good." Satoru murmurs now, and you feel him thickening, he kisses you, but Suguru grasps your chin, turning you to him. "Lemme kiss her."

"She's still my girlfriend." Suguru devours your mouth, you feel him pulsing in your ass now, the sensation so new, you scream out at it, spurring you to tighten around Satoru's cock, and he's groaning at it, snatching your face back up. "F-fuck... clenching around me s'good..."

"F-fuck... baby... gonna fill you up so full." Satoru's whimpering, stuttering, as he feels your tight cunt gripping him like a vise, and he's pumping you full of so much cum. They're both moaning and gripping you, filling you so full with white hot ropes of their cum, you're a sticky, drippy mess as you cum all over them.

Your cum is leaking down Satoru's veiny cock, Suguru's thickness is coated in his own cum as they're stuffing it deeper in you. They don't stop like you think they would, they're pushing their cum in and out of your holes, you're dripping it down it white sticky messes, hips bucking, so sore as they use you. Now they finally ease out of you, holding your trembling body as they easy you down, kissing every inch of you with both their mouths.

"Broke all your rules, Sugu. Except hand holding." Satoru says with a white flash of a grin, and Suguru rolls his eyes, hands slipping down your back in soothing circles.

"Are you all right, Princess?" He asks softly, you manage a weak nod, earning a kiss on the head from both of them.

"That was... well... fuck." They laugh now, and soon you find yourself in the shower, as they both clean every bit of you thoroughly. Soon Satoru's back on his knees, tongue lapping every last bit of his cum that's inside you, and Suguru's joining him, two sets of pretty eyes looking up as you weakly lean against the shower wall.

"Tell him I'm your boyfriend too." Satoru murmurs, and you shake your head with a little laugh, stroking their cheeks as they take turns licking your aching pussy.

"Can I have two boyfriends?" You ask Suguru, he scowls at Satoru, earning a scowl back.

"I'll be her main boyfriend."

"No, me!"

"Wanna bet?"

"Oh god..." They're fighting over your pussy, these questionable stalkers, but you can't worry too much when their fingers are back inside of you, and the hot spray of the shower pounds on your sensitive skin. You're too fucked out to care.

Satoru smirks later as he holds you in his arms, you're snuggled up to Suguru's chest, but he's holding your perfect form, from behind as you sleep, caressing your skin delicately, thinking of how he can't wait to get you pregnant first. Surely, he will win.

The endddd

This was just silly ass yandere shit, enjoy your hot psycho stalker boyfriends lol!! Disclaimer- Yandere behavior isn't cool IRL, just in fiction with Gojo and Geto <3

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hiiiii can you do a jealous Alastor but not of anyone but his own shadows bc his wifey takes a liking on one of his shadows.

Oooh! I like this quite a lot! It’s very interesting and unique! Once again, beloved hubby Alastor! Another one I want to explore hubby of is Blitz. I think Blitz would make a good hubby

Alastor- Picking Favourites

Alastor’s furious, steaming from his deer-like ears so hot that it’s basically boiling him… did somebody hurt his ego? No. Did Angel Dust sexually advance on him again? No. Did his breakfast get interrupted by the Hotel Manager? NO. Nothing has inconvenienced him but something awful has been happening, day by day, that he can barely keep his composure

Hearing your laughter directed at something else felt like a puncture stab wound to his throat, but knowing your laughter is directed at his mere sentient shadow basically gutted him in the stomach with a sharp butcher knife right after. You’re his wife, his missus, his realm, the woman he has been fawning over for so long and you’re hitting it up with his sentient silent shadow?!

Of course, Alastor’s fascinating lively shadow is just being nice to it’s master’s recently wedded spouse, and is trying to get you accustom to being around so much Voodoo magic and the weirdness that is Alastor himself so it’s being all caring and leading you about, showing you items and teaching you Alastor’s favourite foods

But that doesn’t mean Alastor isn’t jealous… because he is, he’s really jealous

Whilst he reads through a interesting crime fiction novel, Alastor’s tall fluffy deer-like ears flick up at the sound of your voice. He can’t sense his voodoo-magic induced shadow, meaning that it’s wondered off to you and as he suspected, you enter your husband’s soothingly silent fireplace-warmed accompanied by Alastor’s sentient shadow. It cant really talk but it makes all kinds of humming and echoey noises. It almost seems like you understand it…

Alastor’s patience, throughout every time he hears this, has finally shattered to pieces as his claws dig into the book in his hand, snapping his fingers. The shadow directly mirroring your husband’s look, fades away into thin air as if it was a big fire and a bucket of water was dumped on the top of it, rising up into streams of smoke. It’s gone and you’re confused on why it disappeared

“Darling. Why are you getting so handsy with my friend?”

Alastor almost growls out with his deep scowl… this is possibly the first ever time you and Hell will ever see Alastor frown and frown so deeply he is… it’s kinda unnatural to look at but when Alastor willingly frowns and can’t pull himself to smile, it means he is more than pissed off… you didn’t think just being polite and going along with your husband’s voodoo magic shadow being would ever cause a problem

It’s just that Alastor’s love for you is so strong that it causes jealousy to concur and even jealousy over just some magic creating a shadowy being. Something that is sentient but mainly tied to it’s owner, to Alastor and he is jealous of his own creation

Approaching your beloved husband, the Radio Demon, you lean over, pushing back his somewhat messy crimson red bangs and kisses directly over the pale red almost bullet-sized ‘x’ on the flesh of his forehead. That ‘x’ is the biggest weak spot on Alastor, a symbol of his shame and where his pride can be hurt the most but he doesn’t mind showing off all his weaknesses and vulnerabilities to you… he had already told you about his human life

What’s one little kiss on that ‘x’ going to do?

Pulling back. It’s almost like the single kiss had melted away all his anger and Alastor is now just a soft innocent fluffy little fawn with his crimson red eyes almost sparkling at the affection. He didn’t suspect that, he suspected this’d turn into some big fight but you’re not going to argue, you’re going to explain yourself

“Alastor… Al, my love. I wasn’t replacing you with your shadow buddy. He was just trying to help me get accustom to being your wife. I’ve never been married before and being married to the Radio Demon… it’s. It requires a lot of adjusting so he was just trying to help”

Alastor couldn’t help but feel a bit bad about his half temper tantrum. Of course, why would his shadow even care about having a spouse of its own? It doesn’t, it cares about you being the best wife for its master so it’s trying to help and get you more comfortable. Yes, he is still jealous that you didn’t come to him and go to a shadow… but he does really appreciate all the effort and the wish to not rely on him in order to impress him

After taking a deep breath whilst placing his bigger clawed hand on the smaller clawed hand of yours over his cheek, gently fondling the soft skin over his face. Alastor rhythmically brushes his own fingers over the smooth skin of your hand briefly. Controlling himself, controlling his emotions and then finally saying whilst opening his eyes again to meet yours

Just… such beautiful eyes

“My dear… I appreciate the efforts but please, don’t think you can’t come to me to learn. We’re husband and wife, we work together. You don’t need to go to my friends for that advice”

[bitchface24-7]

Could you make a dark Yandere Viktor story?

YOU BELONG TO ME - VIKTOR X READER

synopsis: Viktor's your childhood friend, your best friend in all honesty. You've always harboured a crush on him, but you've never had the courage to confess; assuming he doesn't feel the same. Besides, he's always caught up in his work anyway. It's only when Councillor Salo makes a move on you does Viktor react, and he reacts in a way you never imagined before.

warnings: yandere/obsessive/possessive Viktor, childhood friends to lovers, jealously, angry confessions, marking, suggestiveness, dark ideas not voiced, Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/f or m/m

p.s. Oooh this hit a sweet spot I'm ngl. I'd be all too happy being Viktor's, idk if that's concerning of me. As I've said before, this man controls my libido LMAO (I think he'd be shocked and a little smug if he was real and he knew that 😭)

It’s a day like any other. You hang out with Viktor and Jayce in the lab, you watch them work, you help where you can, and you talk easily with the two of them.

Everything changes when out of the blue, Councillor Salo enters the lab.

He's never entered the lab before. He's never been interested. Why all of a sudden is he here now?

Obviously for his own gain. He requests Jayce to make him something as he overtly ignores Viktor. The two talk as Salo reminds Jayce of the councils meeting coming up in the next hour.

Jayce quickly flits around the room, trying to get everything necessary for the talk regarding Hextech. As Jayce rushes around the lab like a busy bee, Councillor Salo turns his attention onto you.

And this makes Viktor’s blood boil.

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You're causally leaning against Viktors desk when Councillor Salo walks up to you, a smug look on his face as he watches Jayce.

“You’re new. I've never seen you before. I'd remember a face like that.”

Your lips thin a bit as you attempt to smile, it feels more like a grimace honestly, “I’m here every day. I'm just not an official partner of Hextech.”

Salo’s eyebrow quirks as he looks you over, you're tempted to shield yourself with your arms, Viktor’s writing has stopped. His hand gripping the fountain pen tightly.

“Ah, that's why I've never seen you during the Hextech conferences we hold. I would've paid more attention if you were there.”

The pen Viktor is holding creaks as you nervously laugh, “You shouldn't say such things Councillor. Especially with the founders in the same room.”

Salo hums and brushes a piece of hair off of your forehead, you gasp lightly in shock and you hear a snap behind you. The pen in Viktor’s hand has shattered, and dark ink stains his pale skin.

“Its only the truth. If you ever want more— riveting company. You know where to find me.” and with that, Councillor Salo walks away, taking Jayce with him as they leave the lab. The door shuts behind them and the room is plunged into silence.

Your eyebrows are furrowed and you gasp at the state Viktor is in. His face is furious, his hand is dirty, and he’s glaring at you.

He's never glared at you before.

“What the hell was that?!” He asks, his tone dark and sharp. You look at him in shock, not knowing what to say.

You've never seen him this angry before, and its kind of making your stomach jolt with butterflies.

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Viktor can feel his lips snarling as he looks at you. You're his. You've been his since you were kids and you asked him how he made his toy boat.

He's infuriated. You allowed Salo to get close to you. To touch you. You didn't tell him off, you didn't dismiss him. You allowed him to proposition you right in front of him.

(Viktor knows they need the council on their good side but he doesn't care right now)

You looks like a baby deer caught in the headlights. Your eyes are big and pleading, your face is a mask of shock, and your lips are parted lightly in disbelief.

“I don't— I don't know. That's the first time we've ever spoken to one another.”

The flame in Viktor's gut barely recedes at that. He wants you once and for all. He wants to kiss you, hold you whenever he pleases, he wants to defile you and ruin you for anyone else.

(He's also tempted to collar you and chain you to his bed in his apartment. You'll never be able to leave him. He won't let you.)

“You let him proposition you, right in front of me. In front of Jayce.”

You can't help but scoff at that, you didn't let Salo do anything. As if you expected him to talk to you like that.

“Don’t you dare blame me Viktor! I didn't expect or want him to talk to me like that! As if I were nothing more than a body to warm his bed, as if I didn't have anything else to offer.”

Viktor bites his lip and sighs heavily, “So you should’ve stopped him! Did something at least!”

“And what? Ruined our relationship with the council?! Making it impossible to get funds for Hextech! Besides why do you even care?!”

Viktor jolts up from his seat, coming damn near nose to nose with you, if you didn't know any better, you'd think he didn't even need his cane. His anger overtaking his chronic pain.

“Because I love you! Because you're mine! You've been mine since we were children and I won't let some slimy snake-like Salo get his disgusting hands on you before I can!”

A gasp of shock escapes you as you look into Viktor's dark eyes, his clenched jaw, and snarled lips. He— what?

You jerk forward and kiss him desperately. You can feel him jolt in surprise before he kisses you harshly back, his ink-stained hand coming up to cup a part of your throat and jaw. Your skin now stained with ink from Viktor's broken pen.

The two of you briefly break your kiss and Viktor places his forehead against yours, the two of you panting lightly, “I love you too, just in case you didn't know. I've loved you since we were kids.”

Viktor smiles, his teeth proudly on display. He kisses you gently before angling your head to the side; peppering kisses and hickies on the unstained side of your neck.

“I am yours and you are mine.” He casually states into your neck, biting the juncture harshly. You groan at the pain, his teeth marks are going to be imprinted into your flesh for quite some time.

“Until the end of time.”

Viktor groans lowly in his chest and crushes his lips back to yours. You must look like a mess right now, messy hair, stained neck and cheek, hickies, a brutal bite mark on your neck, your lips plump and red due to the harsh kissing.

God you look ruined and Viktor hasn't really done anything to you yet.

“I want everyone to know you're mine. I've been dreaming of this since we were teens. Let me, please let me. I'll do anything.”

You sigh and card a hand through Viktor’s hair, “I won’t stop you, as long as I let everyone know you're mine too.”

Viktor removes himself from you, lightly backstepping to look you deep in your eyes, “Deal. I wouldn't want it any other way. Your place or mine?”

You smirk lightly and drag a finger down his chest, “Whos to say we have to leave the lab? Jayce won't be back for another few hours, and our places are too far.”

The dark look you get in return as Viktor ushers you to the futon in the corner of the lab tells you all you need to know.

He's gonna rock your shit.

FIRST YANDERE!VIKTOR REQUEST DONE! This was so fun and omg Id die if he talked and acted like that with me he's so 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

[peachhcs]

plz write a cute celebrini x fem reader 🙏🙏 ur writing is beyond amazing

oooh i've never written specifically for mack before so hopefully this isn't bad 😅

after mack’s face injury, his gf is quick to look after him once the game is done

masterlist

she waited impatiently near the doors of the locker room awaiting her boyfriend's arrival. y/n's mind couldn't stop replaying the horror on her features and everyone else's when they saw the blood trickle down macklin's face after a nasty high stick hit. she knew he was okay because he was right back on the ice once the bleeding stopped, but the image wouldn't shake the girl's brain.

lingering after the game felt so long this time around and y/n wondered if it was just because she was anxious about seeing her boyfriend and properly checking up on him. she swiped through twitter and instagram continuously while video replays of the rookie's hit filled her feeds. she just shut her phone off all together for now, not being able to watch the play anymore.

finally, the players began trickling out. y/n's head popped up, searching for the eyes of macklin in the crowd. she spotted him with will near the middle of the pack and he immediately found her gaze. will sensed that they probably wanted to talk, so he split off from the boy once they got closer, giving a small nod to y/n as he passed.

"hey," macklin began, but was caught off guard when y/n jumped into his arms.

"let me see it," she grabbed ahold of his chin, turning his face to the side to examine the new scar.

"it's really not that bad now. they cleared it up really good," the brunette tried reassuring his girlfriend knowing she probably had a hundred thoughts running through her.

"you scared the shit out of me when i saw all that blood. it looked a lot worse," y/n stepped back, arms crossing over her chest.

macklin frowned at the sudden distance between them, "i'm sorry, baby. i promise i'm fine. see?" he gave his best grin hoping to further prove how he was doing.

"well, if i see wilson, i'm gonna punch him myself," y/n huffed, looking around like she would catch the older player lingering somewhere.

macklin laughed, tugging y/n into his side and kissing the side of her head, "you're so cute when you're upset. i promise i'm fine though. i mean you saw me play afterwards."

"yeah you fucking power played. i guess that was your redemption," the two exchanged a laugh and macklin enjoyed finally pulling a smile from her.

"can i come back to your place tonight?" the boy wondered as they moved themselves closer to the exit.

"i thought that was a given already," y/n chuckled.

macklin went to tell will they were leaving before rushing out of the SAP center so he wouldn't have to do any press. most days he didn't mind, but tonight the boy was itching to get out of there and spend some much needed time with his girl. they hadn't seen each other since last weekend—school and hockey keeping them way too busy.

"just so you know, i am gonna baby you the whole night," y/n informed once they were securely in her car.

"mm, i can't wait. a face mask is just calling my name," the hockey player leaned back in the passenger seat, hand falling to the girl's lap as she pulled out of the parking lot.

luckily, there was no early morning practice tomorrow, so macklin was gonna use that to his full advantage and spend the night in y/n's dorm. the couple rode in comfortable silence into santa clara university, a convenient 7 minutes away from the arena so y/n never missed a home game.

she parked her car again and the couple hurried into her building. the few students wandering around the lobby caught sight of macklin's suit he put back on, a few of them recognizing him from as a sharks player and as y/n's boyfriend because he was over so much.

they lucked out with y/n's roommate hanging out with her own boyfriend tonight, so they had the whole dorm to themselves. macklin immediately thew his backpack onto the ground and shoved his suit jacket from his shoulders.

"gonna shower. i didn't really before we left. you're welcome to join me if you want," the brunette winked at the girl who flushed.

"wow, so classy of you. i did already shower this morning, so i'll have to pass this time," y/n laughed.

"damn, i thought you'd say yes. you sure you don't wanna shower again?" he winked again. y/n groaned, pushing her boyfriend to the bathroom.

"i'll be out here with your face mask."

the rookie accepted his lonely shower fate and disappeared into the bathroom. y/n took the opportunity to tidy up the room and get all the things she needed for their face masks.

20 minutes later, macklin came back out of the bathroom freshly showered and in more comfortable clothes. y/n hung up his suit jacket on the door of her closet, instructing him to do the same with the rest of the outfit so it wouldn't wrinkle.

the boy climbed into her bed a second later, positioning himself against her pillows, "i'm readyy," he sang.

"i've never known you to be so excited for a face mask," y/n grinned.

"it really makes my skin smooth, so i like it," the boy explained.

y/n handed mack her headband so his hair wouldn't be in his face or in the mask. he didn't hesitate to slip it over his head and expose his forehead. the girl giggled at the sight.

"are you laughing at my big forehead?" the boy raised his eyebrow, hands finding places on y/n's hips as she straddled his waist.

"maybe," she hummed, leaning forward to begin rubbing the cream on his skin.

mack admired her focused expression while just really taking the time to take in every part of her as she applied the mask. this was his favorite part of face masks because he could stare at her without shame and she hardly noticed because she was too focused on the mask.

"have i told you how beautiful you are?" the brunette wondered softly. he watched the way y/n's cheeks heated up into a deep blush.

"you have," she muttered.

"well, i'm gonna say it again. you're really beautiful," mack grinned.

"you're sappy tonight," y/n flushed.

"what? can i not say how beautiful my girlfriend is?"

"no, you can. thank you," she finished spreading the mask, leaning back to admire her work.

"how's it look?"

"great. i'lll let you know when five minutes are up," the girl set a timer on her phone and then mack grabbed the mask cream from her hands before she could set it back on the dresser.

she looked at her boyfriend quizzically.

"can i do yours?" he wondered with a soft expression.

y/n blushed again, "just don't get it in my hair."

"promise, i won't," macklin agreed and y/n let him have at it.

his touch was gentle as his fingers began rubbing around her skin. his lip poked out from his lips as he focused on doing it right. y/n loved how much he wanted to do it correctly for her sake and his expression really was just to die for.

"okay, did it," macklin leaned back to admire his work the same way y/n did. she loved the proud little smile on his lips, pulling her camera up to examine how well he did.

"wow, looks great, mack. your best one yet," y/n agreed.

"what can i say? practice makes perfect," the boy hummed, placing everything back onto her dresser.

"so how's your lip doing now?" y/n wondered as mack's hands wandered across the expanse of her hips and waist.

"i can't even feel it anymore, so good. i told you i'm fine," he eyed her.

"i know, just let me be a worry wart."

the sharks player smiled at her words knowing how much she liked to worry about things, especially the things that didn't need to be worried about. he reached up to quickly peck her lips, tryng to avoid getting face mask on one another.

"i love you," the brunette said.

y/n's smile grew, the whole i love you still new to them but heartwarming to hear, "i love you, too," she kissed him again and now they didn't care about getting face mask on one another.

[satorusugurugurl]

JJK Men: Finding Your Toys

Characters: Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, FAB!Reader

Word Count: 4,952

Warnings: Sex toys! Dirty talk, squirting, smut, videotaping, degrading, holy heck, it’s spicy

A/N: This had me feeling things; I loved writing this. Each one of these hit differently, in the best ways. 😏

MDNI!!!

Geto Suguru:

“Suguru!” You called out from the kitchen, standing on a stepstool dusting the tops of your cabinets. “Can you do me a favor, please?”

Popping his head into the kitchen, Suguru stared at the curve of your ass peeking out from your shorts. “Anything for you.” He watched you stand higher, ass bouncing just a bit.

“Could you grab me the spring decorations? I put them on the bed.”

“On it.”

Ah, spring cleaning. A single day of the year, you deep cleaned your shared apartment. You were donating clothes and books, pretty much decluttering. Then you cleaned everything: floorboards, vents, every crevice. You always felt better after it was done. Plus, with Suguru helping you, you did it in half the time. All that was left was to put up the windchime and new throw pillows.

Then you both could relax.

Suguru was looking forward to a long shower and takeout food. Maybe if you weren’t too tired, he could have you for dessert. Before anything like that remotely happened, he needed to finish the task at hand. The bag was right where you told him it would be. Yanking it off, Suguru turned only to hear something hit the floor.

“Shit.” He cursed, watching your water bottle roll under the bed. Bending down, Suguru reached for the runaway water, only to feel the corner of an extended storage bin. With a tug, Suguru pulled the mysterious box out, his eyes widening as he stared at the transparent container.

Sex toys galore were inside. Glass dildos, clits suckers, vibrators, regular dildos. The sight nearly rocked Suguru's back as he opened the lid, glancing at the cleaned and organized toys. His cock throbbed painfully as he picked it up, putting it on the bed.

So this was what you got off with when he was on a mission. He hummed, picking up a vibrator and turning it over before grabbing a glass toy. It was long and had a large orb on the end. A g-spot toy. Did you use these to make yourself squirt? Have you squirted without him?

The first time Suguru made you squirt was when you both first started fooling around. His mouth was on your clit, fingers hammering against that spot until you screamed, soaking the sheets and his face. You freaked out at first, profusely apologizing. But your words were silent as Geto went feral, wanting to see you squirt again.

He didn't stop until you were nearly fucked out of your mind. All you could say was: “D-Didn't know I could squirt!”

“Suguru!” Your voice called out from the kitchen. “Did you find the bag?”

“Oooh, I found something alright.”

His tone had you turning your head towards his voice. “Oh? Was it the fairy lights? I thought I forgot to grab that bag at the store.” Your boyfriend hummed.

“I mean, a few of these light up.”

Okay, the man was definitely up to something. You finished up what you were doing before treading down the hall. As you turned the corner into the room, you froze like a deer in the headlights. Your toy bin was out, and Suguru was eagerly digging through it, a smug smile on his face.

“Ah!!” Bolting across the floor, you snatched the toys away, throwing them back inside before reaching for the lid.

Suguru chuckled, grabbing the lid from you and tossing it. “Oh no, you don't! We're not putting this away.” With your plan foiled, you held your arms out to block his view.

“No! It's embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing?” Looking at your boyfriend, your cheeks flushed as he pulled his sweats down an inch. He's showing you the bulge in his boxers. “It's fucking hot.”

The humiliation slowly began to fade, a fire replacing it. “Really?”

Suguru nodded while digging in the bin. “Yeah, I like seeing the stuff you get off with.” He pulled out your g-spot dildos and vibrator. “Trying to make yourself squirt?” The knowing smirk on his face left you a blushing mess as you glanced away, nodding in response. “Did you do it?” This time, you shook your head.

“I don't think I'm doing it right.”

You felt Suguru behind you before you heard him. “Oh? Maybe you should show me~?”

One heavy make-out session later, you sighed softly as you slowly thrust the glass toy in and out of your dripping pussy. Suguru was on his stomach between your legs, watching you like a hawk. The glass toy rubbed against the sweet spot inside of you perfectly. The sensation was almost too overwhelming.

“C-Can’t.” Your legs clenched together in an attempt to ease the throbbing.

“Yes, you can.” Hands grabbed your thighs, forcing them open. “Stop closing your legs; I can't see.”

With an almost pained whine, you kept thrusting the toy in and out of your cunt. It was tight, so tight, your walls were hugging the toy, making it difficult for you to thrust it in and out. You were getting so fed up with this. Glaring down between your legs, you chewed on your bottom lip. Every time you tried to make yourself squirt, this happened. You'd get tired and annoyed before tossing the toy to the side with an irritated growl.

Suguru was focusing less on your dripping sex and more on your face. You were frustrated, focusing too much on the task at hand. You were never going to cum like that. So he gently wrapped his hand around yours, helping you with the pacing of the thrusts. The warmth of his hand and the subtle change of pace had you tilting your head back.

“You need to relax,” Suguru whispered, pressing hot kisses against your thigh. “You’re too tense. Stop focusing so much on the mechanics of it and more on the sensation.”

Letting out a trembling exhale, you relaxed, focusing more on how the toy slid in and out of you. Frustrated groans turned into low whimpering as Suguru sucked at your skin. Fuck, this felt so good, like when Suguru would finger you. The familiar coil tightened in your abdomen. The same tightening you usually felt when you would squirt.

“Ah, ah fuck.” You arched your back off the bed, pussy throbbing around the toy. “Fuuuuck, Suguru~!”

“Yeah, feel good?” He asked, still gripping the toy. “you’re getting the hang of it. It would help if you did a little of this—” he bit his lip in concentration, curving it up more. When he did that, you saw the entire universe. A scream escaped you as the toy rubbed perfectly over your g-spot. “there it is; you just gotta curve it a bit.”

“Holy fuck! Holy fuck!” Your legs began trembling as they began to shut.

Suguru sat up, growling as he shifted his body, preventing your legs from closing completely. “I thought I told you to fuckin’ stop doing that.” All you did was whine in response. “Ah~ too fucked out of your mind to even notice? God, you're so fuckin’ cute.” The hand he had on top of yours set a fast pace. “You're almost there, don't stop~ good girl~ good fuckin girl~!” the sweet praises had you speeding your hand up, making your boyfriend chuckle in surprise. “Oh, Y/N, you want me to praise you more~? You get off on that?” When you whimpered, he cooed. “My pretty princess is doing such a good job fucking her pussy. Are you going to cum? Gonna cum for me, princess?” Your boyfriend's freehand began rubbing your clit.

“Y-Yes! Fuck ohhh fuck!” Tears formed in your eyes as Suguru grinned, letting go of your hand. Watching as you sped up, not needing his direction anymore. “I-I’m gonna, gonna cum!”

“That's it, squirt for me. Make a mess, princess. Ooh!” Suguru scoffed, sitting back as you convulsed, squirting all over the bed and him. His hand rubbed your clit, extending your orgasm, making you squirt even more. “Fuck~! Look at you, making a mess, you nasty slut.”

Suguru made sure to watch you. The way your body slowly came down, hips against the mattress as your eyes fluttered shut. The subtle way your hips jerked, trying to evade his hand, which was now drawing gentle circles around your clit.

You were so damn beautiful.

Hungry, starved eyes bore into yours, his chest heaving as you pulled the toy out. “S-Sugu?” Your timid voice didn't seem to break his trance. “Baby? You okay?” Instead of responding, Suguru answered by grabbing your hips and flipping you so your face was in your pillow. “Mmmph!”

“You did okay,” his voice was dark, gravely, “I'd give you a five out of ten.” All you could do was listen, tensing up when you felt the tip of the glass toy prodding your entrance. “But I think you need a demonstration.” You couldn't even respond as the toy was shoved back inside of you deeper than you could have managed on your own. “Maybe, just maybe, if you cum hard enough, I’ll fuck you.”

Gojo Satoru:

The smell of freshly baked cookies wafted from the oven as you pulled the hot tray out. The viral cinnamon roll cookies smelt as good as they looked. While placing the cookies on the cooling rack, you heard footsteps hurrying down the hall. Seemed as though Satoru’s nose was as keen as ever.

“Am I the best girlfriend ever or what?” You tossed the oven mitts on the counter with a fist pump. “Not only do I bake, but I suck co—” Turning on your heel, you were about to wink at your boyfriend, only to find him towering over you.

His face was flushed, and his smile was as wide as could be as he smirked. “When the hell did you get this?” Gojo dangled your pink, blue-tooth bullet vibrator in front of your face.

“Satoru!!!” You reached for the toy, only to have him yank it out of reach. “Give it back!!” Satoru shook his head, holding the toy above his head, making it impossible for you to reach it now. “Toruuu!!!”

Satoru was as excited as a child at Christmas. He was practically vibrating (not from the toy) with horny energy. What a fucking find! All you asked was for him to grab the blanket from the closet! When he pulled it out, the box to his new friend fell.

“The box said I can control it with an app?! An app on my phone?! Oh my god, this is great!” He promptly held the box with his other hand, reading its functions. “Long distance play, waterproof, and it syncs to music and sound?!” His white brows furrowed in disbelief as his grin widened. “Y/N, why didn't you tell me?!”

“Because it sucks.”

All of the excitement on Gojo’s face vanished. “Sucks? What do you mean it sucks?!” His cerulean eyes darted from the toy in his hand before focusing on you. The pout he was sporting was almost impressive.

“It sucks, Satoru.” Pushing past him, you headed for the couch. “I tried syncing it to my playlist. It didn’t get me all hot and bothered. I even tried using the sound function. The app syncs to the sounds of porn videos, or any sound in general, but they just.” You shrugged a shoulder, plopping down on the couch. “They were so phony that the vibrations were so weak. I hated it so much that I didn’t see the point in telling you about it.”

Something about what you had said had Gojo blinking in silence. “You synced it up to some random porn video online?”

“Yes, Toru, and like I just told you, it sucked.”

“Right, but you watched two rando’s do it?” Something in the tone of his voice triggered your sixth sense. The danger was approaching, and it was in the form of your very horny boyfriend.

“Y-Yeah?” What should have been a statement was more of a question as Satoru dangled the toy on his index finger with an almost sadistic smirk. “What are you getting at with this?”

”Ah, you see, dear Y/N, my sweet perverted girlfriend.”

”Hey!”

Gojo crouched, twirling the vibrator around his finger like his house keys. “The problem isn’t the toy.” His pink tongue darted out, wetting his bottom lip. “It’s the content you’re viewing. You need something more—personal.”

”Ah! Ah! Fuuuck! Fuck!”

The toy deep inside of you buzzed at an intense speed. “Holy shit!” You cried out, your hand squeezed Satoru’s cock tight.

“Take my fucking cock.” Satoru’s voice from your television was sultry while the Satoru beside you wheezed out a laugh.

“Fuck, easy baby, you’ll break my dick.” Peeling your eyes away from the television screen, you tilted your head back against the couch, your Y/E/C eyes focusing on Satoru’s throbbing cock. “See, I told you it was the content and not the toy.”

He was right about that. When he suggested you put on the porno’s the two of you made together, you didn’t have high hopes. But holy fuck were you wrong. Your moans, Satoru’s dirty words, god it god it got you going, along the vibrator was buzzing like mad inside of you. Firmly pressing against your g-spot, teasing it as you watched Gojo fuck you into the mattress.

Satoru decided to join you for ‘research,’ wanting to see for himself that the toy sucked, as you said it did. Little did he know that you were going to start stroking him as you both watched yourselves on the screen. He rocked his head back as your thumb rubbed gently circled over his slit.

“Y/N fuck, playing with my pre like that.” his hand slid over, rubbing circles over your clit that had you jolting. “You're so pretty when you're feeling good. Such a good girl~”

His voice next to you was a sharp contrast to the Gojo on the television. He had the camera turned to his face. He was sweaty, biting his lip as he slapped your ass hard in the video. “You're such a nasty girl~! God fuck, grinding up against me on the dance floor, telling me you were soaking wet in the car.” Another sharp slap had both of you in the video and on the couch whining. “My dirty fucking slut, couldn't wait to get dicked down, could ya’?” The vibrator buzzed louder, your toes curling as you watched the screen. Slapping skin, whines, and guttural moans had your vibrator buzzing like a beehive.

“Hey, look at me~” Turning to look at Satoru was so hard from how hard you were jerking. “You're so beautiful~ do you like your toy now? You love it?” Please say you do, please, please, please. Satoru begged in his mind as you jerked his cock harder. If you liked it, it would make phone sex a million times better.

“Toru, Toru, yes, feels good~ love it~!” Fuck you were close. Your moans were beginning to meld in with your moans from the video. Louder, desperate, and ducking porn worthy. “Toru wanna cum, wanna cum with y-you!” Satoru gritted his teeth, eyes darting to his cock, that you were jerking off like a crazed woman.

“Yeah, ah, pretty girl, I’m close~ cum with me, okay? Be a good girl and cum~” The Satoru on the television snarled as he came, while your

Satoru whimpered, thrusting into your clenched hand until ropes of hot sticky cum painted your hard and his clenching ab’s. “Cumming, of fuck yes, I’m cummin’!” He cried out in time with his television persona.

It was the combination of the vibrations, Satoru’s fast circles over your clit, and watching yourselves cum that had you gushing around your new favorite toy. You screamed, eyes rolling back into your head. You came all over the couch. Fuck when was the last time you came that hard? It was probably when you and Satoru made the video you were viewing.

“So,” Satoru asked between pants, “does the t-toy still suck?”

You didn't answer his question. You instead grabbed your phone with shaking hands, typing on the screen. Satoru was about to ask what you were doing when a little chime went off. You tossed your phone to the side before gently pulling the toy out of you.

“Aw, done already?” Satoru’s cocky voice cut off as you straddled his hips. “Y-Y/N?” You cupped his face, turning it to the side, allowing you to kiss down his neck. “Fuuuck baby.”

“Mm,” Kiss after kiss trailed down his neck, “no, I love it~ I love it so much I just bought you the matching fleshlight.”

Satoru’s large hands gripped your hips, massaging them. “Oh really?” He gasped out as you sucked and bit the crook of his neck, marking his ivory skin. “A-Are you gonna make me watch the same video when it gets here?”

“Oooh, no.” Satoru watched as you grabbed his phone, propping it against the lamp beside him. “We're making a new video,” Satoru whines louder, wincing as you bite him harder. “Oooh, good boy~ Toru~ be extra loud for us~ that way, the vibrations are super strong.”

Nanami Kento:

The second the elevator door opened, Nanmi bolted out, running towards your shared apartment. He was nearly breathless from all of the running he had done in an attempt to get home as fast as he possibly could. Fuck, if only he could teleport like Gojo, maybe his heart wouldn’t be pounding inside of his ears in fear and panic.

He had been meeting with Yaga at the school when his phone went off, alerting him of your text. You were constantly sending messages throughout the day. Asking how he was doing, what he would like for dinner, or if he needed anything while you were out shopping. He did not feel like he deserved to have someone like you in his life.

His blood ran cold when he read the screen, his heart dropping into the pit of his stomach.

Y/N: I need your help; please come home ASAP!

The second those words processed through his mind, he was moving. Telling Yaga there was an emergency and he needed to hurry home. Every single terrible thought rushed through his mind at once. Was there a cursed spirit chasing you? Did one of the students get hurt? Were you hurt? He needed answers to the questions that were on a constant loop in his mind.

“Y/N!?” Nanami yelled out as he entered the apartment, slamming the door behind him. “Y/N?!” No traces of cursed energy, a sign of intrusion, or blood was in sight.

”I-I’m in the bedroom, Kento.” Immediately, Nanami knew something was off with your voice. It was far too timid.

When he walked into the room, he expected to find something terrible awaiting him. Much to his relief, you were laying in bed, a blanket covering your lower body propped up against your pillows. That’s how he had left you this morning and countless other times. Either you received some bad news from your family, or there was something his observant eyes were missing.

”What happened? Are you okay? What’s the emergency?”

Your face twisted from unreadable to one to a pained one as you shifted slightly. Anyone else would have missed it, but Nanami knew everything about you. He moved so fast you gasped as he crawled on the bed, looking you over for injuries.

“What's going on?” the stern tone of his voice made this ten times more embarrassing.

You brought your hands to your face, rubbing them gently as you tried to find your words. “I-I uhm—” Peeking through your fingers, you found Nanami staring at you with that serious look. “It, uhm, it's stuck.” Could this day get any worse? God fuck, this was mortifying.

“Stuck? What's stuck, Y/N?”

“M-My toy.”

“Toy?”

Not wanting to get into the details of your activities, you sighed, slowly pulling the blanket off. Laying on the bed beside you was a bottle of lube, and as you spread your legs, Nanami hissed at the sight. A toy, one he had never seen before, was lodged inside of you. It was thick; it made your poor pussy throbbed and twitched around it. Your wet slick glistened around it.

Nanami sighed, looking away from you, trying to keep some composure. Fuck you looked so hot, but a twinge of insecurity hit him in the chest. Nanami loved using your toys on you. He didn’t see them as competition; they were more like allies. He’d do anything, use anything to make you feel good. You both were very good at communicating your needs and wants with each other. If you were horny, all you needed to do was ask him.

Even if you wanted to masturbate, he had no issue with that at all! He encouraged it. Nanami Kento was not one of those men who saw you pleasuring yourself as a hit to his ego. He bought you a lot of the toys you shared. Kento wanted you to be satisfied and happy. That’s all his heart desired.

But something about this stung. It wasn’t because he was hurt that you didn't ask for help. You were not required to tell him if you were horny or needed help. Nor was it the fact that you were getting off on your own. What it was was the fact you were in pain. You had hurt yourself. That’s what stung me the most.

“Kento?” The stoic look on his face said everything without the use of words. “Baby, look, I just, I—!”

Kento said nothing as he stood up, walking to the dresser. He shrugged out of his suit jacket; his suspenders stretched as he took his watch off before rolling the sleeves of his blue dress shirt up to his elbows. Nanami, not saying anything was more stressful than him yelling at you. The room was too tense; it was thick and suffocating as Nanami turned around, getting on the bed.

His hands slowly slid up your thighs, spreading them apart. “Let’s get this out of you.” He nearly whispered before glancing into your Y/E/C eyes. “Ready?” You nodded, giving him the approval to proceed. His hands gently grabbed the base of the toy, tugging it.

“O-Ow.” You winced, watching him closely.

Nanami clenched his jaw at your pained whine. “Did you not use enough lube?” Gently, he twisted the toy before pushing it back into you.

“Ah~!” A loud moan escaped you, hands covering your eyes. “N-No, I d-don’t fuck, ah fuck, c-could you maybe not push it back in?”

A blonde eyebrow cocked at your request. “Do you want this stuck inside forever?”

“No. I’m sorry; I’ll shut up. Fuck this is embarrassing.”

“Mm.” Nanami sat up on his knees, looking over you. “Keep your legs open.” You pouted, doing as he said, while he twisted the toy inside of you, watching your reactions closely. You withered under him, pleasure starting to replace the pain. “You should have known better, or you could have warmed yourself up a little more.” He chastised, twisting and pulling at the snug toy again.

Your hands gripped the sheets, fisting the fabric. “N-Nanami, please don’t scold me.” You whimpered, cheeks flushing under his gaze. “J-Just ah, fuck, take it out.” From the mixture of embarrassment and lust, your voice had a tone; one Nanami didn’t care for.

He clenched his jaw tight. “It’s not coming out because you pushed it too far in! So now I have to work it out!”

You whined louder; this was not the way you thought this would play out. You bought this toy for both of you. “Oh my god! Just fuckin yank it out! This is so fucking embarrassing! I wanna die right now.” You laid your elbow over your eye, hiding your teary gaze from him.

“I’m your boyfriend. Why is this embarrassing?!” It wasn’t often that Nanami snapped at you, but your attitude was getting under his skin.

“Because!! I ruined the surprise!!” You removed your arm, showing him your teary gaze. Nanami’s eyes went wide. “T-This is the custom toy we made. It was delivered this morning, and I freaked seeing how big it was. I wanted to see if it would fit because I didn’t want to ruin tonight. But I ended up ruining it anyway.”

Honey-brown eyes darted towards the toy. Kenton wasn’t able to tell from the base. But upon further inspection, he recognized the custom marble coloring of blue and yellow the two of you picked out when you designed it. The one that he had all added ridges and bumps, especially for your pleasure. You were doing a test drive for him. All for him.

“Y/N, love,” he smiled softly, “you didn’t need to do this. You wouldn’t have messed anything up. We could have taken it slow. Just because it got here didn’t mean I would want to use it. I would've helped ease you into it. Besides, you didn’t ruin anything.”

You were wiping at blubbering tears, only managing to smile and nod in agreement. It was so relieving to know you didn’t ruin the experience. Things would be perfect if this toy weren’t stuck inside of your pussy.

Nanami leaned down, pressing his lips against yours, kissing you deeply. “Mm Y/N~” Feeling his lips against you had you moaning as you kissed him back. Nanami pulled back, his cock throbbing in his pants. “Alright, let’s get this toy out of you. But I need you to put in some effort.” You hummed, nodding eagerly.

“Okay, how can I help?”

“Be good,” Nanami commanded before fucking the toy into you.

You threw your head back, turning it from side to side as the custom ridges and bumps hit your g-spot perfectly, just how Nanami had designed it. Your toes curled, thighs shaking as you gasped out cries of pleasure. Nanami smirked, listening to the squelching sounds of your pussy.

“Fuck, you like that? Your pretty cunt sounds like she loves it~.”

“Ah, fuck, yes!! Nnngh!” You gripped your pillow, staring at him through your lashes. “B-But I want you more~! Please, I want to feel you.”

“Yeah, you do?” His voice was full of faux curiosity. “But Y/N, you were bad.” His eyes were dark as he twisted the toy he fucked in in and out of you. “You got yourself into a situation, didn’t you? One that you had to call me to come fix.”

Your eyes were wide, pupils dilated, fixed on him. Fucking hell, he looked so fucking hot. Eyes dark, eyes focused on the toy he customized for you. You needed him inside of you. You needed him to be the one rearranging your guts. Slowly, you slid your foot over, rubbing your foot over the hard bulge straining in his dress pants. The contact had him hunching over, jaw-dropping as he groaned.

“Please, Ken~ I need you. I need you so bad.”

He was breathing heavily, glaring down at you. “Fine.” He yanked the toy out, chuckling at the gasp you let out as the giant toy popped out of your cunt. “Do you need me?” His hands quickly moved, undoing his belt before tugging them down as he slotted between your thighs.

“Yes Kento, I need yo—oooh!!!” Nanami’s cock slammed into you before you finished your plea.

“You feel so fucking good.” Kento tilted his head back, hips slamming into you at a pace that had you seeing stars. The veins in his neck popped out as he gritted his teeth. “Holy fuck, your cunt is so wet! You were feeling it, weren't you?”

You weren’t going to last. You were already so close. Nanami wasn’t doing any better himself. His cock throbbed deep inside of you as he set a brutal pace. Slamming in and out, fucking you as deep as he could. The tip of his cock slammed against your cervix. It was a painful pleasure that had your mouth dropping in an ‘O’ shape. God, you might die. This was too good.

Nanami grabbed your face, jerking your head to look at him. “You look at me when you cum, you fucking hear me?” His mouth was on yours, tongue sliding against yours, capturing every whine and moan you made as his cock slammed into every sweet spot.

As much as you wanted to close your eyes, you obeyed Nanami’s instructions. Y/E/C on his as you screamed into his mouth. You came, squirting, whining, and crying. Nanami pulled back, face flushed as he growled like a fucking incubus. Feeding off of you, your orgasm, every part of you. Feeling you cum, seeing that fucked out expression plastered across your flushed face. It had Nanami cumming so hard. His balls clenched as he emptied his seed inside of you, painting your walls.

“Fuuuck, Y/N, fuuuck.” His hips slowed, his hands gently massaging your hips as he laid down with you. His arms wrapped around you, spooning you close. “I love you, god, you’re perfect.”

Breathing heavily, you giggled, relaxing in his arms. “I-I love you too.” You lazily smiled as you ran your fingers over his forearms, tracing shapes. “Thanks for saving me, Kento.”

His chest vibrated with a rich chuckle, lips grazing your neck. “Anything for you my love.” His lips pressed against your cheek, and you knew he meant every word.

[reticent-writer]

Alastor x teen reader (platonic)

@ghostly-one

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Today was one of 'those days'. You woke up feeling better than ever so you decided to enjoy the day and take a little walk outside.

From the moment you stepped onto a sidewalk you were catcalled by some gross-looking thing that you didn't even want to describe. As you continued to walk just trying to enjoy your day when You spotted Mimzy.

You tried to walk away without being noticed but she saw you.

"Oh Y/n dear it's been so long. How have you been? How's Al, he's being. a. little. bitch." She said in a baby voice as she fussed over you.

"I'm good, He's good. I have to go." You talked fast as you backed away from her but she pulled you down into her chest.

"Oh not you trying to avoid me too. I still remember when you were a tot, all small.... living and breathing." She pinched your cheeks.

"That was back when I was alive, Mimzy." You deadpanned.

"Oh, I know darlin' but I still remember it. Come Come, I can only imagine that you don't know your way around seeing as you're always inside."

With that comment you were offically done with her. You rarely use your powers but you did to get away from her.

You hated when anyone mentioned how much time you spend in your room. You like your time alone and find nothing wrong with it.

You poofed away in a puff of smoke into an alleyway. You caught your breath while facing a side wall.

"Down to bone." some Random said as he grabbed your arm and tried to pin you against the wall. You broke his arm causing him to scream in pain.

"Don't touch me. Don't talk to me. Go." You succesfully scared him into running away but once he made it to the edge of the alley he bumped into someone. That someone killed him in an instant.

"Is that Alastor's little assistant?" The sound of a TV voice came from the sidewalk.

"You gotta be FUCKING. KIDDING." You hit the wall in frustration.

"Oooh~ someones mad." He teased as he walked up to you. "What are you doing out, the radio demon gave you permission?"

"Go fuck yourself."

"That's not very nice. I rarely see you without the big man. Can't we just chat."

"N-"

"What are you doing all by yourself, I'm on a walk myself I needed a break from the Vs." He said honestly just wanting to chat but you weren't in the mood, plus you didn't want to get in the middle of his and Al's rivalry.

So you poofed away again, this time going back to the hotel. Your day has been wasted, and you just want to go back to your room.

"Y/n you're back right on time we were just about to do some ex-" Charlie greeted you as cheerful as ever but it just annoyed you.

"Sorry Charlie not in the mood." You moved past her and everyone that was in the main area.

"Damn kid you look like shit." Angel laughed making everyone turn to you. You made eye contact with Alastor who got up at the sight.

"Are you alright? How was your day out." He asked. You tried to brush past him.

"It was a lot and I just want to go to my room now if you'll excuse me." You ran to your room and slammed the door.

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Later you got hungry and were about the raid the kitchen but when you opened the door you saw a plate of cookies and notes from everyone in the hotel.

'Maybe hell isn't all that bad'

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[judes-hoe]

Summer lovin’ ~ JB5

Parrings ~ Jude Bellingham x reader

Summary ~ Jude takes you with him to LA for summer before the season starts but he can’t seem to keep his hands off you.

Warnings ~ p in v(unprotected), body worshiping, hickeys, boob play, manhandling into diff positions, bulge kink, size kink.

A/N ~ yeahhh change of plans…this came out later than expected but that’s okay! Jude series should come this week!!

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Jude had taken you to LA with his friends Trent, Toby, and Trent’s brother Marcel. You both did your respective things you wanted to do during your time there. After your late nights out and you were back at the house is when you’d spend your time together.

Jude is loosing his shits, he needs to touch you, he needs you. He’s hot and bothered. He couldn’t leave the club any faster than he already was. Coming straight back to the house you’re staying in while you have the time alone.

Trent, Toby, and Marcel stayed back at the club while Jude just needed you. You’ve noticed the last couple days that Jude has gotten pretty handsy. But you’ve told him no, why, because you knew it would lead to something and then be embarrassed cause his friends heard.

But not tonight, tonight Jude is having you and he doesn’t care if all of La hears it. It’s 11:30pm when he gets back to the house. Slamming the front door and taking his shoes off running up the stairs to the bedroom you were sharing.

You just gotten in bed not long again and you see Jude burst through the door and close it behind him. “Holy shit baby I need you so bad.” He said pulling his shirt off. He crawls on the bed towards you and pulls you into a heated kiss. You pull away and look at him. “What about-“ you started but he interrupted you immediately. “They’rere still at the club don’t worry.”

He said it kissing down your neck and pulling your top off. When he seen you didn’t have a bra on he went ballistic and start sucking and needing your boobs leaving hickeys on your chest, neck, shoulders, and collar bone. Your were covered in purple marks.

Now Jude had you all needy and you pull your shorts off leaving you in your black laced underwear. He groaned at the sight and started kissing down your body slowly. He kissed your stomach and was worshiping your body, he then kissed over your underwear.

He brought his hand down and pulled his shorts off leaving him in boxers. One hand squeezed and needed your thigh while he kissed over your core through your underwear. His other hand was rubbing over his bulge. He then took his hand and pulled your underwear down and threw them somewhere.

He then kissed your bare pussy, licking a few stripes up and down and groaned. “Oh how I missed this sweet pussy baby.” He said and kissed back up your body while he took his boxers off. He jerked his cock off while rubbing his tip up and down your pussy. “Jude please.” Your said grabbing his shoulders.

Jude couldn’t resist anymore and just pushed his whole cock in you. Making you let out a moan and squeeze his shoulders. He took a minute, letting his body feel the relief of being inside you again after so many days. He grips your hips and start to move his hips in slow thrust.

It’s not long before your begging. “Jude faster…please!” You moan out, Jude doesn’t hold back anymore. Gripping your hips harder and speeding up his thrust, hitting the right spot inside you. He leans down kissing your neck, he puts his hand around your neck and just gives soft squeezes. “Fucking missed this baby, couldn’t take it any longer.” He throws his head back.

You letting out these moans and whimpers at his fast thrust. He then pulls out and flips you over so you’re on your stomach. He then pulls your hips up making your back arch. He then pushes his cock back inside and continues his fast and now harder thrust. “Oooh Jude, feels so good!” You moan into the sheep gripping them till your knuckles are white.

He reaches under you and presses right on your lower abdomen, feeling his thrust. “I know you feel that baby, just to big for you huh?” He said, the pushing on that spot making you come closer to your climax. “Jude Jude please!” You beg. “Come on baby cum for me.” He said moving his hand to rub your clit.

That sends you over the edge as you have an intense climax that has your legs shaking. Jude pulls out and cums on your back. After you both lay there for a few minutes he gets up and starts aftercare.

Grabbing a warm cloth and being gentle while cleaning you up. He helps but some clothes back on you while he slips a pair of boxers on. He then climb in bed and cuddles next to you. “I love you baby.” He said kissing your head. “I love you too.” You mange to say before falling asleep.

[fandomscombine]

New Kid

Spencer Reid x Reader

BG: It’s your first day at the BAU and meeting the team. The team is surprised with how you’re hitting it off with a certain Doctor but what they don’t know is that a bigger surprise is yet to come.  

A/N: My first Criminal Minds/Spencer Reid Fic! It’s been sitting in my drafts for over a year now and finally tied an ending together. (Are we over a 2-year writing slump? We’ll see!)

Honestly it’s pure season 1/season 2 team fluff crack and chaoticness! Wanted to capture the early seasons team dynamics. Hope you all enjoy!

Fun fact, it’s all the Spencer Reid x Reader fics that kept popping in my recommendations that I started reading and falling in love with Reid prior to starting the show!

WC: 1307

>>>GENERAL MASTERLIST<<<

>>>CRIMINAL MINDS MASTERLIST<<<

This is it. Your first day as a Special Agent in the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Growing up reading detective stories and solving mysteries were your favorite pastimes. 

You’re grateful for having a family environment that was supportive of your thirst for knowledge and endless curiosity.

The receptionist has informed you that the team is waiting for you upstairs, ready to give your orientation tour.

"Thanks." You replied, half mildly picking at your nails. In just an elevator ride away, you'd be in the midst of the smartest profilers alive. And nothing goes unnoticed – that you know very well.

A vibration in your pocket breaks your thoughts. A smile slips to your face. 

"Stop picking at your fingers." The voice on the other line says.

"Hello to you dad." You can't help but roll your eyes. "I wasn't even–" You look down at your left hand. Shit. "How'd you even know?" 

"I just do, I watched you grow up for 25 years." 

"Yea yea."

"Hey kid, sorry I couldn’t be there—“

“You’ve got a whole auditorium full of nerds dying to hear your lectures, I understand.” The door in front of you opens and you step inside.

“Thanks kid. I’ll make it up to you. How does an extra large, extra saucy lasagne sound?”

“Oooh yes, don’t forget with extra cheese!” The monitors indicate: 3/F, 4/F, 5/F.  “By the way, you’ve told them right?” As you step out, you spot a group of agents handled near the department entrance. “Anyway I’ll see you later, gotta go. Bye.” Quickly cutting the line off, not wanting to seem unprofessional, chatting on the phone.

“Special Agent y/m/n?” Said the brunette.

You opted to be referred to by your first and Mother’s maiden name, when you first started out. Wanting to stand on your own merits and making a name for yourself.

“That’s me.” 

“Special Agent Greenaway, this is Agent Jareau, and Agent Garcia.” You shake hands with the two agents “Call me JJ” 

But you are quickly engulfed into a hug by the third, which you have to admit took you by surprise.  “You can call me Penelope.-- Opps sorry, just excited to have another female member in the team!” You give her a warm smile, patting her shoulder, “No worries, Penelope. Just caught me off-guard.”

“Come on, let’s meet the rest of the team.” JJ says, leading you all into the bullpen.

“So this would be your desk right here” points Agent Greenaway. “Which is right across from Agent Morgan–”

“Derek, Derek Morgan m’ beautiful lady.” cuts in the man. 

You can’t help but blush from the compliment. “You always flirt with the new kid, huh Derek?” You challenge, playing off his energy. 

“Ignore him,” 

“Cmon’ Elle. It’s all good fun!”

Elle directs you to a hunched figure behind Derek.

“This is our resident genius, Dr. Spencer Reid.”  She points to Reid, who is preoccupied with a lego model to have noticed the group. 

“Dr. Reid! I’ve heard so much about you!” Reaching out your hand, to grab his attention. His head instantly shoots up, eager to know the culprit who distracted him from finishing this model of the Delorean and give them a piece of his mind.

“Hey! I was just finishing -.” His voice trails off upon realizing that A. it wasn’t one of his teammates making fun of his legos but instead a face he doesn’t recognize and B. feeling bad on being the reason why your bright smile turned into a frown. “Oh Sorry! Sorry Ms–”

“y/m/n” Your father had shared stories about the team, especially Spencer, his protege. He was the person you were most excited to meet, though with this first interaction - you were discouraged with how it went. Perhaps you shouldn’t have run multiple scenarios on how you’d wow the team with such high standards. 

Dropping your arm, eager to quickly change the subject, you turn to Elle. “ So what cases do we –”

“y/m/n? As in y/f/n y/m/n!?” Spencer exclaims, his eyes wide. Big hand gestures dancing through the air as he raved.  “ The author of ‘The Correlation Between The Probability of Sudden Adult Anger Outburst and Childhood Familial Upbringing.’ ?

You’d had your thesis quoted back to you by professors and peers, but never with such childlike wonder written all-over Spencer’s face, making you blush. “Yes! But how -”

“I’ve read so much about you! Your work, I mean.” Spencer isn’t normally affected by how he’s perceived by others. Spitting out facts in the speed of light is synonymous to his identity and it’s nothing he’s ashamed of. But it's rare to have someone beautiful and intelligent be into the same niche interests that he has. Spencer only has one shot on not coming on as weird and it’s not going well, so he elaborates.  “I got it from Gideon’s pile. I picked it up on a whim but your writing is spectacular! I read through it in 12 mins!”

“Wait, you read through my 250 page dissertation in under 12 mins?” You questioned, looking around the team to check if you’ve misheard. 

“Affirmative. It would have been faster, but I was jotting down some notes.”

“Notes, huh?” Crossing your arms, the paper had gone through multiple reviews from your professors before submission. It should be damn near perfect. “Alright, Doctor Reid. I’m interested, how about you show me your notes over coffee?”

“Actually…” Spencer raised his finger, interjecting. “It might take a bit longer than an hour and I would love to dig into your brain. Perhaps we could go over it at dinner?”

“Name the time and place.” You grabbed the nearest post-it and quickly wrote down your phone number. “Now will you excuse me, I believe I’m late for my introductory meeting with Agent Hotchner.” 

With that you broke away from the make-shift team circle and headed you to Hotch’s office, leaving the team still frozen in their spot.

Derek was the first to speak. “Did pretty boy just ask out the new girl without stuttering and succeed?”

“Good, so everyone else witnessed that too right?” Added Penelope. 

JJ nodded in agreement, too stunned to speak as if it would break the illusion.

“What?” Spencer’s voice cracked. “I simply asked if we could compare notes!”

“No. Technically she initiated it.” Elle clarified.

Shaking his head, Spencer eyes trailed to the now closed Hotch’s door. 

“Yea, to which you effortlessly turned from coffee date to a dinner date!” Exclaimed Derek, earning Spencer a pat on the back. “The boy’s got game!”

“It’s not a date! At least I don’t think it is - I bet she doesn’t see me that way. Nobody does.” Spencer sighs, sulking back down to his seat. Reality catching up to him by the second, erasing any hope that a woman like you would have any romantic interest in a nerd like him. 

“Trust me kid.” Come a voice, effectively cutting Reid’s thoughts. Gideon nonchalantly walks up to the empty desk marked “Agent y/n y/m/n”, moves the box of your belongings to make space for  what seems to be a plastic bag of takeaway. “You're her type.” 

“What?” Spencer asks, more confused than ever. The looks across the team’s face reflect his own reaction. “And how would you know that?” 

“With all due respect, sir.” Added JJ, careful not to overstep. “You haven’t seen y/n and you got all that from her untouched desk?”

“Yea Gideon, we know you’re good but you can’t be that good!”

Gideon brushed off Derek’s brassiness and smirked. Proceeding to head up to his office, finally addressing the group only halfway up the steps. “I know, cause she's my daughter.”

“WHAT?!” exclaimed the BAU team, who once again found themselves frozen by a member of the Gideon family.

[miyuhpapayuh]

sex entry #3

“Turn around,” he demands as she turns her back towards him, bending over on the bed and arching her ass high in the air.

One hand swats down on both cheeks, before steadying at the base of her back, rubbing his dick through her folds with the other.

“You ready, baby?”

“Yesss,” she purrs, rocking against him.

Finally sinking into her, they both groan at the feeling as he begins rocking his hips.

“Slow, baby,” she whispered, biting into her bottom lip.

“I got you, peanut,” he said, grunting as he continued stroking into her, patiently waiting as she opened up to receive all of him.

Adding a dribble of spit to their mixture of juices, he pushes back into her more easily, turning her pants into sweet moans.

“Oh my god,”

“Mm, oh my god, what?” He asks, picking up the pace.

“It f-feels so good, baby!”

Gripping her hips, his strokes get deeper, filling her to the brim. She fists the sheets, leaning away from him.

“Where you goin’?”

“Fuck, too much,” she squeals, feeling those tingles rush up her back as he leans over her.

“Take this dick, baby,” he commands above her, watching her smush her face into the pillow beneath her.

“Fuckkkk, I'm gonna… I'm gonna,”

“Ooh, what? You cummin’ on this dick, baby?”

“Yessss,” she whines, reaching back to grab at him, “don't stop, don't stop!”

Pressing her arm against her back, he uses it as leverage to pull her back onto him harder, his groans matching her breathless moans.

“Oh! Fuck!”

“Give it to me,”

“Ohhh, fuckkkk,” her body quakes from the force of her orgasm, almost falling flat to the bed, had it not been for his hold on her.

“There you go, baby.. there you go,” he praises.

Still digging like she asked him to, his dick sloshes in and out of her wetness, his eyes glued to the waves her ass is making.

Again, leaning up from her bent position, she tries to match his rhythm and throw her ass back.

“Mmm, damn baby,” he moans, releasing her arm to grab the front of her throat, pulling her back to him every time.

All her moans and pleads get caught in her chest at the sensation burning through her core.

Her tiny gasps make him harder for her, damn near spearing her and she's taking it like a pro.

“How you feel?”

“So g-goooood,” she smiles like he can see her, squeezing the hand at her neck.

Pushing her back into position, he hits her spot head on, loving the way she grips him.

“Mmhm, keep that pussy right there,” he says, stroking right where she needs him.

“Uh! Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, digging her hands back into the sheets, her mouth wide open, eyes rolled back.

“Oooh, I feel it baby. Cum on that dick,”

“Oh my god!” She cries out, feeling her orgasm rush through her as if on his command, making her leak down her leg.

“Right there, please right there,” she deliriously whines, reaching back to scratch at his thighs.

“Get that shit,”

“C-cumming— I'm c-cumming, again!”

“I ain't say stop,” he teases, smirking like she can see him, “keep cummin’ on this dick,” he slaps her ass, hard, “you better keep cummin’, you hear me?”

“Oooh, yesss! I hear you, daddy!”

“Mm, say it again,” he says, pulling her back against his chest, still stroking deep inside, hand squeezing around her neck.

“Daddy, fuckkk me, daddy!”

“Fuuuck… pussy so good,” he moans, joining both hands at her neck now, leaving her no choice but to take it as he somehow digs deeper into her.

Planting her hands on the bed, she whines as another orgasm rushes to the surface, forcing screams and squeals out.

“Like that?”

“Yes! Yes!” She hollers, letting her head fall forward as his hands move toward her back again, pressing her arch back into form.

“Mmhm, stay right there,” he says, pressing her to the bed as he's off again, thrusting so deep into her, she can't form a sentence.

“So.. gotdamn deep— fuck it's— ohhhh it's!”

“Mmm, you love this dick, don't you?”

“Yesssss,” she hisses, her head falling against the pillow as he digs his hand into her hair.

“Fuck, you're gonna make me nut,” he grunts.

She's still incoherently babbling into the pillow, drooling down her own legs as well as his.

“I feel it, give it to me, peanut,” he says, “I'm cummin’ with you.”

Squeezing her eyes shut as he ruts her back and forth onto him, she cries out a final time as she squeezes the life and orgasm right out of him.

“Fuuuuuuckkk,” he growls, bearing down on her hips as his strokes gradually come to a stop.

“How you feeling, baby?” He asks, rubbing the feeling back into her legs as she rolls out of position.

“That was amazing,” she laughs, “I feel amazing.”

He chuckles, leaving out to retrieve a towel to wipe them down with, before climbing into bed beside her, pulling her flush against his chest.

He watches as her eyes flutter closed, unable to stop the yawn coming from his own mouth, as he kisses her forehead.

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Trailer Park Steve AU part 3

part 1 | part 2

(tw: guns, accidental death)

Robin’s already in full panic mode by the time Steve pulls up to her place, flinging the passenger door open and throwing herself into the car with so much force that the car bounces on its wheels a little. “Drive!!”

“Jesus Christ, good morning to you, too.”

“Steve!”

Steve starts to drive.

Beside him, Robin flips the visor down to look at her reflection; groans and scrubs her hands down her face in misery at whatever she sees. Steve doesn’t really get it. He thinks she looks beautiful, with her hair gently moving in the breeze from the open window, with her freckles lit up by the early morning sun.

“Ugh,” she says, turning to look at him, “I can’t believe I look like a zombie and you’re gonna make me late to the first day of school.”

“Wow.” Fuckin’ ingrate. And when he was just being so nice to her in his head. “How about a thank you, huh? ‘Thanks for picking me up, Steve. Thanks for bringing my backpack, Steve. Sorry you almost got shanked by your neighbor, Steve.’”

“You what???”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Um, yes it very much does matter, what the—”

“—I’m just saying, a little gratitude? Wouldn’t hurt you.”

He licks at the corner of his mouth, spritzes wiper fluid to clear the bugs off the windshield. Robin’s eyes are bulging out of her head, but he really doesn’t want to talk about how he still feels the ghost press of steel against his throat, so: “You’re not even right, by the way; I don’t know why you’re complaining.”

“Huh?”

“School started yesterday. I’m making you late for the second day of school.”

“Yesss,” she draws the word out like he’s stupid, rolling her wrist in a hurry up and get it motion, “but everyone knows that syllabus day doesn’t count. The first pep rally is the real first day of school.”

Ah, there it is.

Steve steals another peek at his best friend while they’re on a straightaway, notes the nervous twitch of her hands as she goes back to fussing at her reflection; the way she’s clumping her lashes together with seven coats too many of some drugstore brand mascara. She’s wearing lipstick. “This is about Vick—”

“—Don’t talk about—”

“—It’s about Vickie, isn’t it?”

“Ughhhhh.” Robin folds forward and thunks her head against the dash. “Fine, okay? Fine! Yes! This may have something to do with a distressingly cute fellow marching band member. Are you happy now?”

“Ecstatic.”

“Oooh, big word for you, Steven.” She swats him on the shoulder, face all twisted up in offense. “Stop laughing!”

“Stop hitting me,” he laughs. “I’ll dump your ass out on this highway.”

She gasps and narrows her eyes at him. “You wouldn’t.”

Steve eases his foot onto the brake.

“Okay, okay! Mercy! I’m being an asshole, alright? I’m sorry. I’m just— I’m stressed! Being gay is very stressful.”

The knife incident pops back into his mind. “Yeah,” he mutters, “I imagine it is.”

—

He catches himself slouching down into his seat a bit when they pull up to the school. Has to force himself to sit upright, hears his mother’s tutting in his ear about bad posture and the message it projects to the world.

It’s not that he’s embarrassed to be here; really, he isn’t. He’s just hoping to avoid being spotted by the nuggets now that they go here, too, lest he be accosted for evading his chauffeur duties.

God.

Dustin’s nerd shit is infecting his brain.

Robin grabs her bag out of the back seat, plants a parting peck on Steve’s cheek as she gets out of the car. “See you later?”

“Yeah, I’ll pick you up for work.”

“Love you, dingus.”

And then he’s alone again.

With Robin gone, Steve finds himself driving. Wandering and aimless, like a ghost who doesn’t know he’s gone. It’s not like he has nothing to do — he’s supposed to be out finding a second job, finding a way to support himself and his mom, because he’s the man of the house now. Because his life has turned into one of those shitty, overcomplicated word problems from math class.

If a recently widowed mother works no hours and her minimum-wage son works as many as Family Video will allow, how much mold-riddled dogshit housing can they afford?

Not much.

Inevitably, he finds himself circling the scorched bones of Starcourt, driving tired loops around the barbed wire perimeter. His ghost likes to guide him here; can’t shake the place where he shook off the mortal coil.

He didn’t know it at the time, but Steve Harrington died the day the mall burned down. Embarrassing, to not hear the death knell as his family name went up in smoke.

It was hard to hear much at all that night, between the concussion and the fireworks and the shrieking of a monster being torn apart, but the memory caresses his mind now in cruel whispers: the headrush of victory; the blood and the sweat; the relief that they’d won, they’d done it, it’s over, they won.

Steve tugs at his bad ear ‘til the ringing subsides.

Some fucking grand prize.

The thing is, you can’t go around exploding an eldritch horror without alerting the US government, and the US government can’t go around letting major investors in a hostile commie invasion keep their assets once they find out about their treasonous schemes. It happened fast: the arrest, the bail, the impending trial and the seizure of property. Richard Harrington was once a small town god on an invisible throne, making deals with devils in shadowy boardrooms, and suddenly he was looking at life in a cell.

Maybe it was a blessing he died before his reckoning was due. Maybe it was no accident at all.

The second, and perhaps more important, thing is: stray bullets don’t care about your looming court date.

Dad had a habit of cleaning his guns while he was drunk, nursing a whiskey in one hand while he polished the gleaming barrels with the other. Pointless, really, because the guns were always pristine to begin with. Dick Harrington didn’t hunt. Didn’t shoot. Claimed the pistol was for home defense, that he kept it loaded in case anyone ever tried to hurt his family, but Steve knew the truth.

His dad just liked to flirt with death. Liked to handle pretty, deadly things, stroke his fingers over ruthless metal and feel the rush of power when he walked away unscathed.

He didn’t walk away that night.

Didn’t even face death standing.

Sliced through his femoral artery and rolled right out of his chair.

They found him lying on the ground in a dark, sticky puddle, gasping like a fish as blood spurted from his thigh. Crazy how fast it happened. Steve had been in his room when the shot rang out, and he barely managed to reach the bottom of the stairs before the gurgling noises stopped. Just boom! whizz! bang! and Dick Harrington was gone.

Maybe it’s a good thing, too, that they lost the house.

The image of his mother in the hallway that night — shellshocked in the doorway, one pale hand shaking in front of her open mouth, features wide and wet with waking horror as she stared into the room — was enough to make him never want to step foot in the place again.

So now they live in a rundown piece of shit on the wrong side of town, with hideous burnt orange carpet and wood paneled walls, with cracks in the ceiling and cigarette burns in the walls, some parting gifts from whatever feral hick lived there before them, and it feels like another cruel, cosmic joke. Like the universe is delighting in the Harringtons’ comeuppance; like the blackened beams and brick rubble of Starcourt are all twisting to form one great, mocking mouth; the better to smile and laugh at their misfortune.

You bought your bed, now you have to lie in it.

He didn’t even know that the Harringtons owned Forest Hills until it was the only asset left to their name.

He’s pretty sure his dad bought it more as a joke than a genuine investment. Meant to teach Steve a lesson, like how he used to bring home Waffle House applications whenever Steve got a C on a report card. This is your future if you don’t straighten up, son.

Kill yourself, dad.

Oh, wait.

You already did.

—

part 4

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Part Seven

warnings: 18+, MDNI!, SMUT, sub/switch!Terry, soft dom!black fem OC, bdsm bondage, handjob, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talking, ANGST, explicit language, lots of dialogue, (forgive me if I missed any)

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*1 Month Later*

Terry laid on his back, jaw clenching, as he struggled to stay silent. His arms were pressed firmly against his torso, unable to move from his sides. She had wrapped him tightly in plastic wrap and pushed him onto the bed. He was struggling yet again to keep his composure while she stroked him. 

His only rule for the night:

“Don’t make a sound and you get to fuck me however you want.” 

Khloé wore a red lingerie set that showcased her nipples and gave an opening to her sex. Her legs were covered in matching net stockings that hooked onto her panties. After teasing him for the past hour, placing kisses on his neck and ears, rubbing her ass against his crotch and opening her legs to give him a clear view of her wetness, she decided to stop toying with his mind and toy with his dick.

She wasn’t making it easy on him whatsoever, cooing as she watched his eyes roll into his head. She stroked his dick, spitting on it and biting her lips. 

“Keep those beautiful eyes on me.” She stroked his dick, biting her lip as his eyes slowly focused back onto hers. 

“You’re being such a good boy.” She teased, running her tongue across his tip.

His struggle was the best part of it all, watching his head fall back when she’d let up a bit and shoot back up when she took him into her mouth. The only sounds she could hear from him was his staggered breathing. She moaned as she sucked him, popping him out of her mouth when she pulled away from him. 

“I think you love being treated like this, don’t you Mr. Richmond?” It was a test to see if he would have the nerve to respond. 

All he could do was nod his head as his body jumped with every stroke from her. She laughed at his response before pushing all of him into the back of her throat. She bobbed her head up and down slightly, fucking her throat as her own eyes began to roll into her head. He tasted so damn good to her. 

She sat up and hissed, spitting on his tip then using it to continue stroking him, this time with two hands. “Mmmm, I can’t wait to look at you while you fuck this pussy.” She worked him over, the wet sounds of her hands rubbing against him was bringing his nut to the forefront. 

He sat up as much as he could, nails digging into his skin as she pulled his orgasm out of him. His thick eyebrows knitted together as he bit down harshly into his bottom lip, holding in the moans and curses that would’ve left his mouth by now. 

“Oooh good job Mr. Richmond.” She smiled, watching the cum shoot from his dick, not bothering to stop her strokes. “You can sound off now.” 

“Shit, ahhh, fuck.” He let out every word that had built up in his voice box. He’d catch his breath for a split second before feeling her squeeze his tip again, causing a small exhale to leave his lips with each tug. She finally let him go and stuck her fingers in her mouth, consuming whatever residue she had left of him on her hands. 

“Where do you want me?” 

“Mmmm, you’re making me so proud daddy.” She stared up at him as he dug into her, each stroke stronger than the one before it. 

He grunted from her tightness and the sound of her sweet voice. Pressing her knees into her shoulders, he watched as he went in and out of her. The creaminess from her opening coating his dick let him know he was hitting the right spots. 

She watched his expressions, much different than they were before. They were serious, dominant, vicious. Nothing in his face expressed ‘bitch’, it was like a switch had flipped. She loved every bit of it. 

Her eyes fell low as she tried her hardest to remain the actual dominant in this scenario. But the longer he stroked her, the more she could feel her dominance stripping away, almost as if they were exchanging personas. Her mouth dropped open as she began to speak to him but the bliss was too much for her to say a word. She held onto the back of her knees as she rocked back and forth from the slight force of his strokes. 

He ran a thumb over her clit while he continued his motions. She threw her head back from the double sensation she was getting. Her cursing him, calling him daddy after every sentence, caused a low growl to rumble in his chest as his strokes increased in speed. 

“Oh fu-“ was all she could say before she felt herself cumming. The gushy sounds of her releasing on him had awakened a different beast within him. 

“Why’re you so quiet? Let that shit out.” He asked, teeth gritted, not letting up on her one bit. He drilled into her, not giving her the slightest moment to recover from her climax. He was finally getting his lick back. 

She looked up at him, pissed from the fact that he had her in such a compromising position and there wasn’t much she could do about it. He had her pinned underneath him, she could barely sit up without a struggle. Eyebrows curling from the insane amount of pleasure she was feeling, she grabbed onto his forearms tightly, her fresh full set making small curves into his tattooed arms. 

“Fuuuuck.” He groaned, staring down at her entrance. He didn’t change his rhythm one bit, repeatedly hitting her spot. “That pussy cummin’ again.” 

She gasped as she felt another orgasm building once again. “Ughhhhh, I’m cumminnnnn!” She cried out, eyes shut as she shuddered under him. He gave her a few more strokes until he felt his own orgasm bottling up in his abdomen. 

He quickly pulled out of her, releasing onto her stomach, letting a few drops hit her clit while she twitched from the aftermath of her own climax. He yanked at his dick, relieving himself for the second time within an hour, feeling the strong effects of his climax. 

“Mmmm, I love that dick.” She smiled, eyes closed as she continued moaning from the ride down. “Kiss me.” 

Khloé stood in the mirror, applying her skincare layer by layer. Fresh out of the shower, her and Terry were both in the bathroom getting dressed for the day. She tapped her product into her face as her eyes darted across the mirror, watching his every move. 

They had spent the last month under one another almost everyday. When Terry wasn’t working he was at her house, following her orders, listening to her daily rants, holding her until she fell asleep, going wherever she wanted to go and fucking her whenever and however she wanted to be fucked. He was truly at her beck and call but he genuinely enjoyed it. Terry was loving her company, happy that he had something and someone to look forward to after a long day of lifting heavy boxes. 

Khloé didn’t have a feeling of infatuation with Terry, she felt a secure sense of certainty. It was because she didn’t have to question whether he enjoyed being around her or not. On days where she didn’t give him any orders, days where he was free to do as he pleased, he’d still come over just to spend the day with her. 

Terry didn’t look at her crazy or judge during the times her inner child would appear. She’d dance around her condo, singing into a hairbrush. She’d binge watch her favorite childhood cartoons, laughing at the silliest things and he’d be there. Not bothered by her presence, unmoved when she had her random mood swings. He’d just be there, letting her be all of who she is, allowing her to showcase the parts of her that would be rejected by the ones she loved most. 

The more time they spent together, the more Khloé was growing attached to him. She was in love with him. She’d randomly throw out questions about marriage and children, not wanting to make it obvious that she may have wanted it all with him but simply to check where his mind was. His response was always “You never know what the future holds.” 

Khloé took that as a sign that he’d be open to it. The more she pictured a future with them together, the more the fantasy was becoming more tangible for her. She was so caught up in the bliss of it all, she just hoped that-

“Summer still hasn’t called me back yet, it’s been two weeks.” Terry frowned down at his phone, staring at his call log. 

“Maybe she met someone,” Khloé started, trying to take his mind off of Summer. “She’s caught up in his company, just like you’re caught up in mine.” She smiled at him through the mirror. 

Terry looked up at her, meeting her gaze in the reflection, his mind filled with all sorts of thoughts but he brushed them away. Assuming the worst didn’t do him any good. Accepting that Summer probably did find someone put his mind at ease, only temporarily though. Khloé could see the gears turning in his mind so she continued speaking, keeping him present in the moment with her. 

“Let’s go out today.” She quickly changed the subject, looking at him again through the reflection in the bathroom mirror. He had a towel wrapped around his waist as he brushed his hair. 

“Where to?” 

“The park or the lake.” She started. “I wanna have a picnic date, get some snacks and drinks and enjoy the weather.” She walked over to him and hugged him from behind. The smell of his body wash was intoxicating to her. She pressed the side of her face against his back, feeling his muscles flex as he brushed his hair. It didn’t take much for Khloé to be turned on by him, she was always ready to take him whenever she saw fit. 

Terry’s movement stopped as he reached down to grab her wandering hands, already knowing where they were headed. “We won’t make it to the park if you keep harassing me.” He joked. 

“Well stop flaunting your body and maybe I'll stop draining you.” She shot back, tilting her head to the side to look at him through the mirror. He shook his head and continued brushing his hair. 

They finished getting dressed and headed to Lake Flora. Khloé wore a white long flowy dress, white sandals and her signature red lip. Terry dressed comfortably, wearing a simple white T-shirt, jeans and white Air forces. They hadn’t meant to coordinate on purpose however Khloé took that as a sign that further proved that her fantasy would soon become reality. 

Fishermen, large families, small children and couples filled the lake area as they searched for the perfect spot to relax. After a few minutes they spotted a large tree and quickly made their way to it before anyone else could. 

The two sat on a large blanket under the tall shade tree. All sorts of snacks and drinks were packed in the basket Khloé brought along, providing them with plenty to eat. Finger sandwiches, fruits, crackers, chips, water and wine covered the blanket as they settled in. 

“Can I ask you something Mr. Richmond?” Khloé asked, popping a small grape into her mouth. 

“Of course.” 

“Why don’t you ever talk about yourself?”

Terry shrugged, looking around before he answered her. “I like listening to you speak.” 

“But I wanna hear about you.” 

Terry sat forward, reaching for a small sandwich. “What do you wanna know?” 

“What’s your family like? Your parents, your siblings?” Khloé began. “What did you wanna be when you grew up? How was it being in the Marines? Anything!” 

Terry chuckled at her excitement to know more about his life. He looked up at her for a moment, staring at her as the sun danced against her gorgeous skin. He wasn’t one to open up about his life. Too many disappointments made it harder for him to want to set himself up to be let down again. 

“Please?” Khloé wined playfully, blinking her eyelashes to appear innocent. 

Terry shook his head at her before taking a deep breath. “My grandmother raised me, I never met my parents.” Terry began. “I’m an only child but my cousin Mike was like a younger brother to me.” 

Khloé sat waiting for him to finish until she realized he wasn’t going to. “Did you take his death pretty hard?” 

Terry nodded. 

“Well what about the Marines, did you make any friends there?” 

“A few but not many I could trust.” Terry took a sip of water before diving deeper. “All the guys were so caught up in their own egos, trying to outdo the other. Nobody really looked out for one another so I kept to myself for the most part.

“I think that’s why I’m so close with Summer, she’s really the only “family” I have left.” Terry said, putting air quotes around the word family. “I guess she reminds me that I'm not as alone as I feel at times. I know you probably still feel a way about her but she’s honestly like a sister to me. I really couldn’t do without her.” 

Those words hit Khloé like a ton of bricks. She felt the familiar feeling she had when she walked away from Summer, guilt. Only it was growing greater as he spoke about her. Terry continued to tell her about his childhood, how all he knew was loss and betrayal and it was beginning to sink in for her. That what she had done would completely rock his world if he found out. She sat quietly unsure of what to say next. 

“Man the shit I saw when I went in just gave me a different perspective on life. I’m not really one for meaningless connections, I think they’re pointless. I’d rather have one or two people who really get me than to just have a bunch of people around me just so I can say I have friends.” 

Khloé nodded, staring down at the food in front of her. 

“You know what’s crazy?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. 

She looked up at him, his eyes were a beautiful hazel. The sun brought them out the longer he stared at her. “What?” 

“I thought this whole deal of yours wouldn’t work out at first.” 

“Why not?” Khloé laughed nervously. 

“We’re very different.” Terry said bluntly. “You have this crazy ass, over the top, demanding personality. I’m more of a laid back kind of guy.” 

“With a smart ass mouth.” She added. They both laughed at her statement. 

“I thought you would get rid of me by now.” Terry spoke nonchalantly, reaching for a few grapes. 

“Why would I do that? I enjoy spending time with you.” Khloé was genuinely confused. 

“I’m a pretty boring guy, don’t you think?” 

Khloé smiled at him. “Actually no, I think you’re really interesting. Oddly enough you make me consider a lot of things that I never paid much attention to in the past.” Khloé shrugged. “Different perspective I guess. Plus I add the spark to your life, so we balance each other out. That’s a good thing.” 

They say in silence for a while, taking in their conversation. Terry hated to admit it but a part of him wasn’t ready to have the conversation that would finally bring all of this to an end. He wasn’t trying to break his neck to be with her officially but he damn sure didn’t want to see her with anyone else anytime soon. 

Khloé’s shoulders felt heavy again, aching from the thought of what she had done. The devil was on her shoulder again anxiously telling her not to worry about it, that Summer being out of the picture was just what they needed and eventually he’d forget about her. But the angel was calmly telling her to come clean now before it was too late. 

“Terry, I need to tell you something.” Her voice was trembling, afraid of what would happen after her admission. 

“What’s up?” He asked, eyebrows bent from the brightness of the sun. 

“I talked to-“ 

“Youngblood!” A very familiar voice called out from behind them. It was Earl from the warehouse. He approached the two holding a tall fishing pole and an ice chest. “What you doin’ out here?” 

Terry laughed to himself before standing to greet his coworker. They slapped hands, embracing each other in the universal bro hug. 

“I’m just out here doing a favor for a friend, that's all.” He joked, looking down at Khloé. 

Earl's eyes followed, shock written all over his face. 

“Ms. MacArthur, good to see you.” He nodded his head, greeting her. “You look beautiful as usual.” 

Khloé nodded with a thin grin on her face. “Thank you Earl, nice to see you as well.” 

Terry and Earl fell into a long conversation, eventually arguing about men's things; sports, cars, etc. Khloé leaned onto her right arm, moving the fruits across the plate as she silently thanked Earl for saving her from ruining a good thing. 

After a long ten minutes, which flew by to Khloé, Terry had returned to the blanket completely apologetic. He sat down, with each of his legs at her sides. 

“Don’t be mad at me, that wasn’t my fault.” He held up his hands in defense. “He interrupted us and I didn’t want to be ru-“ 

“It’s okay, I’m not mad.” She said cutting him off with a soft smile. 

Terry nodded. “Now what were you about to tell me?”

Khloé stared at him for a few seconds before finally saying, “There’s a charity event coming up and we have to be there, my mother is hosting it.” 

Terry nodded his head slowly, wondering why she was hesitating in the beginning to tell him about something so simple. 

“Just wanted to tell you, you’re free to wear what you want but we have to be color coordinated so we look like a unit at least.” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

They continued their picnic date, laughing and conversing about everything under the sun. However, Khloé’s conscience kept bothering her throughout the rest of the date. But she did what she did best and blocked it out by shifting her mind to dwell on the positive things, avoiding any negative thoughts and future consequences.

Terry sat on the edge of Khloés bed, dialing Summers' number once again for the third time this week. His eyebrows furrowed as the call rang three times then went to voicemail, again. 

“Hey Summer it’s T, call me back when you get this message.” Terry hung up the phone, leaving yet another message. He stared down at his phone, so caught up in his own thoughts he didn’t hear Khloés question. 

“Which one should I wear to the charity event?” Khloé held up two dresses, one on each side of her. 

“Something’s not right with her.” He mumbled to himself. 

Khloé dropped her hands to her sides, trying to fight the urge to become frustrated. “Maybe she’s busy, I mean she has her own life. She’ll get to you eventually. Now which one should I wear, the black dress or the white?” 

Terry shook his head trying to make sense of her sudden silence. “She would’ve at least sent a text or something by now.” 

“Can you stop worrying about her?” Khloé yelled a bit louder than she intended. “She’s a grown ass woman, she’s okay.” She said, trying to calm her voice. 

Terry’s eyes shot up and he stared at her for a while. Her jealousy was getting the best of her and it was definitely a turn off for him but he brushed it off, not worrying about her attitude. He had every right to worry about his friend whether she had a problem with it or not. 

“Now answer me which one, black or white?” 

Terry paused for a moment and let out a deep breath. “White. It’s more welcoming.” 

“You’re right.” Khloé said, pressing the dress against her body as she stared into the mirror. “Well we only have an hour to get there so let’s get dressed and stop moping about Summer please, she is alright.” 

Terry stood to his feet not bothering to respond and left the room, no longer interested in talking to Khloé about Summer anymore. 

They arrived at the large building, pulling into the parking lot that sat beside it. There was no valet for this event, considering it was strictly for charity. That didn’t stop Terry from falling into his usual routine though, opening her door no matter where they went. 

Holding hands, they crossed the large parking lot and Khloé felt a bit of remorse wash over her. The way she spoke to Terry earlier wasn’t sitting right with her. Blowing off the topic of Summer had clearly rubbed him the wrong way but he had yet to say anything about it. He really didn’t have to, Khloé could sense his energy as he drove, eyes never leaving the road, jaw clenching every now and then. 

Khloé stopped walking which caused Terry to come to a halt as well. “Look I’m sorry about earlier.” She turned to him, looking up at him as he stared down at her. “I know you’re worried about Summer but I’m sure she has a good reason as to why she hasn’t spoken to you yet. She has a daughter to raise, being a single mom is tough enough.” Khloé ran a soft hand down his cheek. “Maybe now since she’s caught up in her own life, you can focus on yours, the one with me in it.” 

Her hand trailed down his arm, lacing her fingers into his. Terry stared down at her, noticing another attempt to appear innocent as she blinked her eyelashes up at him. He turned his head to the side trying to hide his smile. 

“You’re right, I guess I can enjoy my time as your fake boyfriend until you don’t want me anymore.” He joked.

“I’ll always want you Mr. Richmond.” Khloé responded, pursing her lips at him waiting for a kiss. 

He leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips, both passionate and intimate. They pressed their foreheads together, savoring the moment. 

Khloé placed another kiss on his lips and pulled on his arm. “Now let’s enjoy the event.” 

With that they continued walking, finally entering into the large building decorated in pink and yellow balloons. Khloé waved as she greeted guests, family, friends and business associates who attended the event. The smell of fresh pastries filled the room as they walked deeper into the building. 

“Terrance, I’m enjoying seeing you so often.” Mrs. MacArthur smiled, giving him a tight squeeze. 

“It’s good seeing you ma’am, you look beautiful.” Terry offered a small smile. 

“Do you mind if I borrow my daughter for a second, we have a few things we need to discuss?” 

“Not at all.” Terry said, turning to Khloé. “I’ll be over at the food table.”

“Okay, don’t get too full.” Khloé said, giving him a knowing look, one he knew too well. He smirked at her before turning and walking away. 

Khloé and her mother locked arms and walked down a long hall away from the guests. Mrs. MacArthur stopped to turn and face her daughter, their gazes level with each other as they were the same height. 

“So,” She began, “Did you handle the “friend” problem?” 

Khloé smiled, almost revealing all of her teeth. “I did.”

Without warning, Mrs. MacArthur took her into a warm embrace, rocking her from side to side. “I’m so proud of you sweetheart, demanding your respect is the only way to get what you want.” 

Khloé smiled at her mom with an adorned look on her face. It had been a while since she heard those words from her mother. She took in this moment with her mother, savoring it as it didn’t happen very often. 

“So what did you say to her?” Mrs. MacArthur asked, folding her arms and leaning her weight to one leg. 

Khloé spilled every detail of the conversation she had with Summer. Bragging about how Summer seemed to be very timid, almost afraid of her. Khloé was truly dragging it but the way her mothers face lit up as she told the story was worth the tale. 

“I cannot believe you.” A familiar voice spoke behind Khloé. 

It was Kandace, face full of disappointment and confusion. “Khloé, did you think about what might happen if he finds out about this?” 

“Oh Kandace, you’re insufferable.” Mrs. MacArthur rolled her eyes. 

“She hasn’t spoken to him in a whole month, clearly she got the message.” Khloé shrugged, turning her attention to her older sister. 

“When he runs into her, goes to her house, pops up at her job looking for her, then what happens?” 

“Why would he go searching for her when he’s got Khloé by his side?” Mrs. MacArthur scoffed. “He’s not a dumb man. Besides, he should be lucky Khloé even wants to breathe his air.” 

Kandace sat quietly staring at Khloé, the silence was loud. Loud enough to let her know how disappointed she was in her sister. 

“It’s all good Kandace, honestly.” Khloé chuckled. 

“Okay, we’ll see.” Kandace said, making her way back down the hall. She was so irritated with her sister she turned the corner quickly, jumping back when she bumped right into a body. 

“Nia?” Kandace frowned, looking her up and down. “Why are you standing right here?”

“I was looking for the bathroom.” Nia answered quickly. 

Kandace squinted her eyes before pointing her finger behind Nia to the sign that hung from the ceiling labeled “Restrooms”. 

“Girl I’m not paying attention, my bad.” Nia let out a forced laugh, walking away from Kandace and to the restroom. 

Terry washed his hands, looking up at the mirror to take a good look at himself. He shook the excess water from his hands and grabbed a few paper towels, grabbing the door handle before tossing them into the trash. He looked down at his pants to be sure his zipper wasn’t down when he heard a voice he wasn’t too fond of hearing. 

“Mr. Terrance Richmond?” Nia called out, causing Terry to turn in her direction. 

“I’m not interested in talking to you.” Terry said, turning back around. 

Nia took a few quick steps to catch up with him. “Actually I needed to talk to you.” 

“I can’t do that.” Terry kept walking, not bothering to fully acknowledge her presence, keeping his eyes forward. 

“I know why you haven’t heard from Summer.” Nia spat, stopping him dead in his tracks. 

He stood still for a few seconds, contemplating on whether he should even entertain Nia’s messiness or keep walking. 

“You should ask Khloé about it, I think she knows why you can’t get a hold of your friend.” She said, folding her arms over her chest. “Have you visited her lately?”

“How do you even know about Summer?” He asked, finally turning around to face her. 

“I sort of overheard Khloé speaking with Kandace about her.” Nia admitted. “Didn’t want you to be worrying about Summer when Khloé knows exactly what’s going on with her.” 

Terry’s nostrils flared a bit, fixing his gaze to the ground. He wasn’t going to believe Nia simply because Khloé had warned him about her. However, it wasn’t normal for Summer to completely ghost him. With the way Khloé had sort of snapped at him earlier from mentioning Summers name, he had a feeling Nia was telling the truth unfortunately. 

Terry decided to do the one thing he tries to avoid, pop up on his good friend even if she didn’t plan for a visit from him. He eyed Nia up and down, not hiding his dislike for her. He took a deep breath before turning on his heels to walk toward the front entrance, leaving Nia alone in the hallway, a smile of satisfaction on her face. Terry pushed past the small crowds of people and walked out of the tall double doors, making his way to the parking lot. 

Khloé noticed the sudden change in his demeanor and quickly rushed through the crowd, trying to catch up to him. She pushed through doors, almost running to catch him. “Terry?” She called out behind him, heels loudly clicking the concrete. 

He continued walking, ignoring her voice. 

“Where are you going? The event isn’t over yet.” She said, speeding up her walk finally reaching him. She grabbed his arm and he pulled it away. “Terry!” 

“It’s an emergency.” He continued to walk toward the parking lot, pulling the keys to the rental car from his pocket.

“What emergency could be happening right now that you have to leave me?” 

“It’s Summer.” He responded harshly, finally turning to meet her gaze. “I’m going to check up on her.”

Khloé’s heart sank into her stomach but she tried her hardest to play it cool. “What’s wrong? What did she say?” She questioned, wanting to be sure what she said to Summer hadn’t made it to Terry. 

“I’m just stopping by her house to see if she’s okay, is that a problem for you?” He asked, eyeing her carefully to see if any bit of anger or irritation would wash over her face. 

“No it’s fine, I’ll have my sister take me home.” Khloé replied, trying to seem confident, not wanting to show any sign of worry in her tone. But deep down she was trembling on the inside. 

“I’ll see you later.” He said, keeping his eyes on her as he lowered into the driver's seat. He cranked the car and pulled out of the parking space, heading to Summer’s home.  

“Shit Khloé.” She cursed herself, stomping her foot as she placed her hands on top of her head. 

“I told you I’m not sure what happened, he didn’t say much.” Khloé spoke into the phone. She hadn’t even made it into her condo yet before she was calling her sister right back after dropping her off, still trying to ease her own anxiety… or guilt. 

“Did he seem angry, annoyed, calm, relaxed?” Kandace asked, trying to help her sister gauge how Terry may react once he talks to Summer. 

“I told you I couldn’t tell Kandace, I mean he seemed upset but then he didn’t look upset.” Khloé replied, putting her keys into the door of her condo. “I can never guess what he’s feeling unless he’s genuinely making it obvious.” 

“Khloé you better get ready for whatever is coming next, cause it’s definitely coming. ” Kandace said. 

“Ugh, bye Kandace.” Khloé hung up the phone and pushed the door open. 

She walked into her home, kicking her heels off at the door. She had been calling and texting Terry to get an update on Summer, but he wasn’t responding. Not because she cared for her well being, she just wanted to know if he was aware of the conversation they’d had. She wanted to know if she was in any trouble. 

She walked further into her home and turned on the kitchen lights, jumping when she saw him sitting on her sofa. They stared at each other for what seemed like minutes but was only a few seconds. The look on his face letting her know she had fucked up. 

“Hey.” Khloé greeted him, placing her purse on the kitchen island. “Did you talk to Summer?” 

Terry sat silently staring at her with a blank expression. His blood was boiling internally but his exterior remained stoic. 

“Is she okay?” Khloé was dying to know how the conversation went between the two of them. She walked deeper into the living room, stepping slowly, fiddling with her fingers. Terry’s temples twitched as she inched closer to him. She knew Summer had told him everything. 

He continued sitting silently, leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees as his eyes pierced into hers. 

“I assume you already know the answer to that question because you had a conversation with her right?” Terry’s voice was deep yet calm. “You didn’t think to tell me about it?” 

“I was gonna tell you but I could never find the right moment.” She responded, with a nervous smile. 

Terry paused, growing irritated with her by the second. 

“So you knew this whole time why she wasn’t speaking to me? You were the reason.” He stood up from the sofa and walked toward her. 

“Well y-yes but I just told her that um, you were busy a-and you needed space.” She walked backwards until her back was pressed against the island, never tearing her eyes from his. 

“So you speak for me now?” He was approaching her quickly, towering over her once he finally made it in her space. “You’re that fucking insecure, you had to make up some shit to get her to stop talking to me?” 

“Don’t call me that.” Khloé shot through clenched teeth. 

“Cut this bullshit act.” He spoke with pure disgust lacing every word. “You’re a fucking fraud.” 

“Don’t talk to me like that!”

“All this money you got, you got both of your parents, family, the ability to obtain whatever you want and you’re so easily threatened by Summer?” He was tearing into her and he didn’t plan on letting up whatsoever. “Is that why you lied to her, you see her as competition?”

Khloe shrank under him, lowering her chin to her chest. “I didn’t want you to stop seeing me after I was done paying you. You spend so much time with her, I thought you would forget about me.” 

“You didn’t think to open your fucking mouth and tell

me that?” He was pissed, not caring if she was bothered with his tone or not. “Do you know what that could’ve done to her? She’s an ex-addict, anything could trigger her and send her down a rabbit hole.” 

Khloé sat quietly, surprised by what she was hearing. She looked down at her feet, too embarrassed to look at him. “I didn’t know that.” Her voice trembled as she fought the urge to cry.

“It’s not your fucking business to know that!” She jumped at the sound of his voice, echoing throughout the entire condo. 

Khloé stared up at him, tears puddling in her eyes. She was completely unaware of who she was speaking to. It never occurred to her that he could be so harsh with his words. He had never been angry with her before, even when she was being a total bitch to him, he never even raised his voice to her. Clearly her actions had unlocked a different version of him, a version she wanted so badly to disappear and never return again. She could feel herself becoming extremely emotional, feeling so small in this moment in every way possible. 

He stepped back, turning his back to her as he took a deep breath. Rubbing his palms against the back of his head to calm himself down, the last thing he needed was to let his anger get the complete best of him. 

“Did you really think she wouldn’t tell me?” He asked, finally facing her again, his voice returning to a calm state only for a split second.  

She remained silent. 

“Answer me!” 

“I don’t know.” Khloé responded quickly. “Terry I’m sor-“ 

“So you thought getting rid of the one person I had left would actually make me wanna be with you?” He was truly repulsed by her. 

“I wasn’t trying to get rid of her permanently, just until I…” Khloé looked around the room to find the words. The truth was she didn’t think any of this through. She just wanted him all to herself, no matter what it would take. But the desire to get a pat on the back from her mother, the feeling of no longer wanting to hear the insults she’d been hearing for years from her parents, clouded her judgment.

Terry raised a brow, waiting for her to finish. “Until you what? Told your parents the truth? That you pay me to be here cause you’re that desperate for a man.”

“Stop!” Her voice trembled, she bit her lip to prevent it from trembling also as a tear dropped from her eyes. 

Terry shook his head and let out a chuckle, but he was clearly unamused. “You know the apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree.” 

Khloés heart dropped, realizing exactly what he was saying without being frank. 

“For a second I thought because you had your sister, you’d have some damn sense, but that was my fault for assuming.” He lifted his shirt and pulled large stacks of cash from his waistband, slamming them onto the counter. Khloé watched as he placed each one on top of the other. “$8500. That’s all the money you’ve sent me so far.” Terry spat. “You can keep the rest, we’re done.” 

Khloé's eyes widened at the sound of those last two words. “No wait!” She choked on her cries as she tried so hard to hold herself together. Terry walked away from her making his way to the front door. “Don’t leave please, I can fix it.” 

Terry continued toward the door. 

“Terry!” She cried out, pulling on his shirt to get him to stop walking.

He kept going, snatching her hand away from him, not bothering to turn around. 

“Just give me a chance, please!” She yelled, tears were now streaming down her face. “I’m sorry!” 

Terry opened the door and walked out of her home. Khloé was right behind him, chasing him to the elevators. 

“I’ll talk to her, I’ll do whatever you want me to!” Her pleas were falling on deaf ears. Terry aggressively pressed the button to call the elevator and stared at the doors, not even turning his head to look at her. 

“Please? Can we just talk about it?” Khloe looked so pitiful, begging for him to say something to her. But he wouldn’t even look her way. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you.” 

The bell chimed and the doors to the elevator opened, he stepped inside still moving forward as she grabbed his arm with both hands. He shot a cold look at her. “Don’t touch me.” Snatching his arm out of her grasp, making her yank forward a bit. She didn’t want to test him any more than she already had. She stood in place, still pleading with him but he remained silent. Those were the last words he said to her before closing the doors and disappearing behind them. 

Khloé stared at the elevator, almost expecting them to reopen so he’d walk back through them. She covered her face with her hands, muffling her sobs. The situation seemed to be right in the palm of her hands but slipped through her fingers and it was all her doing.

She turned and held onto the wall as she tried to catch her breath. The amount of sobbing she was doing was making it hard for her to take in a single breath without feeling like her lungs were shrinking. She ran back into her condo and went for her purse. Grabbing her phone, she dialed the only person who would tolerate her in this state. 

“Khloé?” Kandace opened the door to the large condo, calling out for her sister. She walked deeper into the space until she saw her on the floor, face wet with tears. Khloé was wheezing, grabbing her stomach as she tried to steady her breathing. 

“I f-fucked up s-so bad.” Khloé struggled, still working on catching her breath. 

“Oh my God, you’re hyperventilating Khloé.” Kandace ran over to the kitchen and grabbed her a bottle of water. She kneeled down to her and lifted the bottle to her lips. “You need to calm down, just breathe. It’s gonna be okay.” 

Khloé sipped the water slowly, still hiccuping from her heavy sobs. She wiped her face and looked up at her sister. “No it’s not.” 

“Summer told him everything.” Kandace stated, already knowing how this would play out. She placed her hand on Khloés knee and sat on the floor in front of her. 

Khloé nodded. “He was so angry.” She barely whispered. 

Kandace sat silently, not wanting to offer her an “I told you so”. Pouring salt into the wound wasn’t going to calm her down anytime soon. Now wasn’t the time to tell her about herself, Terry had already done that.

“The things h-he said to me, he was so m-mean.” She shook her head frantically. “He put the m-money on the counter and h-he left.” Khloé explained through hiccups. “I couldn’t even explain my-myself, he didn’t want to h-hear anything I had to s-say.” 

“Khloé…” Kandace’s heart broke for her sister but she knew that this was a lesson she would eventually have to learn. She knew that being the spoiled mean girl who did whatever she wanted and treated people however she chose just to have her way would eventually backfire. 

“I know I fucked up, I know.” Khloé cried, staring up at the ceiling. “And I can’t even fix this.”

“I think you should just give him some time.” Kandace offered. 

Khloé looked at her big sister, eyes red and beginning to swell. She scoffed at the thought of her having the possibility of redeeming herself. 

“He’s done with me Kandace, I saw it on his face. The look he gave me when he walked into the elevator.” She kept shaking her head, her breathing finally calming back down to normal. “He had finally opened up to me about everything and I knew I should’ve said something then but it was going so well I didn’t wanna mess it up.” 

“But now it’s blown up in your face.” Kandace said. 

Khloe placed her head in her hands, knees pressed against her chest.

“I think you may just have to sit with the consequences of your actions babe. That fantasy you were trying to bring to life is all over.” Kandace finished. 

Khloés sobs started up again as she replayed the conversation with Terry over and over again in her mind. Her sister held onto her, pulling her into her arms while she cried. This was going to be a long night for the both of them. 

to be continued… 

[revelboo]

I’m absolutely melting over Spinster snuggling his big ol face against their lil human. It’s soo cute and fluffy and I love it when full-size mechs still find ways to do affectionate things like that despite the size difference.

Sounds like the Scavengers have a rough job ahead of them going off that ending. Makes me wondered if Spinister comes back in a unconscious state, would our honorary scavenger try to do the face nuzzling back in a worried attempt to wake him up?

Oooh drama. Yes, please. Gotta get there, though. Shenanigans first

A Lifeless Ordinary Pt 12

Scavengers x Reader

• “Right there. Don’t move,” Crankcase says as Spinister obediently stands in the doorway to the bridge completely oblivious. Otherwise he’d probably be offended or attack as Crankcase rigs up a blaster pointing at his head and tapes it down to a console. “Okay, tiny. Anyone comes through that door that’s not us, you pull this trigger.” Hooking a servo around you to drag you closer when you shy away. “You don’t hear them out or ask who they are. You shoot first. Understand?”

• “Yeah,” you mumble as Spin lifts a hand and waves from his spot playing target. Aware of the way Crankcase and Krok are both staring at you like they don’t believe you’ll be able to do it. “I can do it.” No, you’re pretty sure you can’t. Even if someone comes in with a gun drawn on you, you’re not sure you can just shoot them in the face point blank. You’re not nearly cold blooded enough for that, but you force a smile anyway so they won’t worry. Because you can’t really beg not to be left alone, can’t admit that you’re scared.

• “It’s not a kind galaxy,” Krok says, watching you clasp your hands together, avoiding their optics. “And you’re very soft.” Too soft. Too gentle. Anxiously clicking at the device in his hand, he’s almost tempted to tell Fulcrum to stay with you even though they need him. Primus knows Misfire can’t hit anything, Spinister gets distracted with his own shadow, and Crankcase sometimes freezes. “You can’t be soft out here.” Because you won’t survive and they need you here with them. Looking after their own because they’re all they each have and you’re part of that.

• “Try not to find a stupid way to die,” Misfire adds, reaching to gently flip your hair into your face. Grinning when you scowl at him, but don’t offer the rude hand gesture. You’ve been very careful not to do that anymore, he’s noticed. No longer interested in them? Or just embarrassed now that they know it’s an offer?

• Worried, you watch them gather their gear which mostly seems to be a small armory’s worth of guns and leave you behind on the console with a blaster you’re not even sure you’re strong enough to pull the trigger on. Rubbing your hands against your arms, you walk toward the edge of the console to sit and nearly fall flat on your face. Something has you by the leg and you yelp when you slide into an awkward sit on your hip, leg and foot in the air. You’re stuck to the alien equivalent of duct tape, one corner of it having rolled slightly. Swearing you try to pull loose, the stuff not budging at all. Awkwardly pulling yourself up, you hiss as your shirt sleeve gets stuck. And panic claws at you as you think of glue traps. Of small animals getting stuck and suffocating themselves trying to get loose. “Spin! Krok! Misfire?” You scream.

• Returning to the ship a full rotation later, it’s a relief to see it intact. The ramp still closed. Fulcrum vents as he follows Misfire inside, almost walking into the other con when he stops suddenly. And starts laughing. Leaning to look, he grimaces and shoves past Misfire. Because you’re half naked, your lower covering stuck to the tape, your upper cover hooked around your neck, the sleeve also stuck and the ends of your hair caught in the tape so you’re bent over at an awkward looking angle. Hearing them, your head turns and you’re leaking, making a hitching sound that sobers Misfire immediately. Both of them coming over. “Shh, it’s okay. Primus. How do we get you loose without hurting you?” Fulcrum asks, servos ghosting over you as you sob.

• “Tiny!” Spinister roars as soon as he spots you, rushing to get at you only to be stopped by Crankcase and Krok seizing his arms. “Let go!” Straining to get free as he drags them toward you. You’re in pain, hurting. That noise you’re making twisting unpleasantly in his spark as Krok hooks an arm around his neck. “Calm down, if you try to yank them loose you’ll hurt them,” Krok snarls as he’s dragged by the much bigger mech.

• “Cut me loose, please,” you whimper, neck, back and legs aching from the position you’re trapped in. Hear Spin howling as he fights against the other two then a thump and swearing. You’d tried to tear your hair loose for hours, but only ended up making it worse. And now you can’t stop bawling like a baby. Sniffling as Misfire produces a blade and then hesitates, expression almost stricken. “I’m sorry,” he says and then he’s sawing at your hair, trying to not take off too much. Fulcrum catching you when you pull loose from your shirt and fall backwards, legs tingling with pins and needles. “Does it hurt?” Slumped in Fulcrum’s palm, you look up at Misfire and it takes a moment to figure out what he’s talking about, taken by surprise by how miserable he looks.

• “I don’t feel it when my hair is cut, hun,” you say, just lying there. And he puts the blade away, wanting to reach for you as his optics slide to the tape you’d gotten caught on. Realizing what would have happened if you’d kept struggling, if you’d panicked trying to get free. That you’d have died there and it shocks through him how ridiculously fragile you are. Reaching to tip your flushed face up, watching your eyes leak, he feathers his servos against you to feel the frantic pounding of your heart. “Where’s Spin?” You ask, voice ragged. Glancing back, he winces. Growling a warning when Fulcrum turns with you cupped in his hands so you can see Spinister sprawled on the floor when Krok or Crankcase had decked him to keep him from freaking out and accidentally making things worse. “Spin!”

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[littlemochabunni]

Der Riese und sein Häschen.

The Giant and His Bunny.

Konig x afab reader 18+ mdni

Content: drabble of just absolute pure filth.

a/n: I plea the fifth to any questions comments and concern I am just as shookth.

Content banner: cafekitsune

König’s massive size alone is enough to have your toes curling and your thighs trembling. Oh and the way him manhandles you like you’re a little doll in your fucked out state is absolutely lethal.

Pinning you up against the wall with your legs pressed against his chest and his thick cock bottoms you out as if you cunt sucked he up in one go. “Sorry Häschen [Bunny], your little pussy is just so soaked I slipped~.” His animalistic pace says otherwise, and your incoherent cock-drunk and screams of pure pleasure still isn’t enough for him to know just how good you feel on his cock. He needs to hear some praise, something to let him know that he hasn’t completely fucked you out of all of your senses.

“Häschen [Bunny], you like that hm? You need more Liebling?” He gently grabs hold of your jaw and neck to make you focus on him while his pace grows slower and sensual enough to grab your attention. “C-cum! gonna—onna c-cum! Ahh~ ah ah K-König~”

König pulls out and pinches your clit depriving you of that mind shattering orgasm you were oh so close to having. “I ask you a question Häschen [Bunny]. Those ears of your’s stop workin’ hm?” You pant heavily with frustration, your ears twitch up desperately whilst your clit does the same under his fingers, “sorry ‘m sorry König! I need it plea— please König it’s so fucking good! I wan— I need it pleeeease~” you look up at him with tears of desperation form in your eyes as you can’t help but rut your hips in need of his thick cock deep inside you again. Behind his hood he’s smirking at your desperate attempts while gripping his hand tighter on your ass to keep you still, “Be a good girl and keep still. You don’t me me accidentally slipping into your ass, nein[no]?” The thought did excite you, but knowing what happened the last time he “accidentally slipped in” the wrong hole is what made you stop your movements.

König chuckle rumbled deep in his chest as he slides his slick coated cock back inside your swollen cunt. The feeling of your walls welcoming him causes him to moan and the sound of your choked gasps when he bottoms you out turned his moans into a deep growl, bringing the animal inside him back out and the need for your screams and tears.

He pushes you flushed against the wall as he fucks you at a brutal pace, making you claw at his chest, broken screams fall from your lips, and your once denied orgasm is fast approaching. “F-Fuuuck König! It’s too biiiig! Wa-wait wa— oooh fuck I’m gon— Köniiiiig pl-pleeease~ right there right there!” König feels your cunts juices dripping down his thick cock onto the floor, and your pleas are just what he needs to drive his cock deeper in— bullying your poor cervix and hitting all your sweet spots simultaneously. “That’s a good fuckin’ girl. Take it~ Take it my kleine Hasenschlampe [Little bunny slut]” König’s words causes you to tremble violently as your orgasm gushes out, and his pace flusters as his own orgasm is triggered by your pulsating cunt squirting around his cock. “Mmm Liebling [Darling] you have to do that again for me. You’re a good girl, Nein?