#reader is afab

[bapple117]

You don't have to tell me twice?! One of my favourite HH authors asking for deranged oneshot ideas?! HELLO! HI! COMO ESTAS?!

I do have a request that pesters my brain for quite some time, and I'd LOVE to see it come to life. I'd die to see Alastor x deaf!reader Just because he is such a talker, a charmer with a golden tongue, but take that away then he has GOT to be creative! Is he able to do sign language? Would they pass notes? How would he SEDUCE them?!

I don't care if it's fluff or smut (smut is always good)

Thank you for sharing your talent with us <3 Sincerely, the dirt beneath your feet

Your wish is my command!

Alastor x Deaf!Reader - Reader is AFAB - 18+

Reader is referred to as You or 'Yuna' (Not a fan of Y/N)

Fluff & Smut 18+

The Radio Demon is no stranger to talking people's ear off, that much is true; but when a deaf sinner joins the hotel, Alastor finds himself in unusual territory. Unable to charm or intimidate by usual means, he must resort to more... interesting methods.

He finds himself captivated, all the same.

[helpinghanikan]

Domestic December: COD

Day 18: Soap, Period

DD Masterlist

Starting your period is not something one just wants to announce. Of course there’s a change in your attitude, the cramps, the bloating, and the denying sex is enough of a sign. Soap is pretty decent at picking up on hints.

Soap is also the proud brother to two sisters. Although not an expert Soap at least has a basic understanding of periods, mainly how much they suck.

He tries to be subtle about knowing what’s going on. You just happen to have a sudden surplus of pads and tampons in your room. Soap is feeling in the mood for chocolate and heavier food for no reason whatsoever. Want a massage? He doesn’t have a reason why he offered; everyone likes massages.

“Do I seem, I don’t know, off?” You asked, paranoia that you’re somehow affecting him demanding that you ask.

You’re snuggled into his side. The tv on low, both of you mindlessly scrolling your phones. That you said anything ruined the peaceful moment. The vocal equivalent of dropping and breaking a glass.

“Not at all,” He says without hesitation. He looks down at you with a smile. Probably planning how he was going to approach the answer from the moment he realized what was up with you. “Do I?”

“Not at all,” You echo, leaning into him.

You didn’t need to say your appreciation. He already knew.

[slvttyplum]

nanami didn't believe in "tapping out." it messed up his flow, and in the end he was stuck with a hard dick. with you, it was completely different. he encouraged you to take all of him just so you could tap out.

he didn't know why it aroused him, but he loved how confident you got every time he was in between your legs, stuffing you deep with his dick, kissing him, and tonguing him down just to be moaning helplessly in his mouth the next minute.

the human body is sensitive, but yours was especially sensitive to his touch. one graze over your nipple and your body was squirming from pleasure; he loved it, all of it, and he was never going to get tired of seeing it.

your legs wrapped around his waist tightly and stuck in the same position because of how overpowered your body was with pleasure. he loved eyeing down your body and watching every single movement, giving him even more reason to fuck you slow and deep.

the both of you had the "three slaps" rule; three slaps on the mattress in a row meant that you were done, and of course this rule only applied to you.

nanami was never truly done. if it were up to him, he would have you in so many positions by sunrise, but you could only take so much, and he was okay with that. as long as you tapped out with three slaps, he would be done.

it was almost like a surrender; that's why he was so turned on by it, telling him that your body had enough of his dick. trying your hardest to keep going, but your body gave up so easily.

like a safe word, but instead of words, you used your body instead. he loved the idea; you weren't good with words or remembering them when you were getting overstimulated by his dick repeatedly sliding in and out of you.

he loved every part about your body not holding up to his dick stretching you out. his eyes locked on yours as you held out your moans and tried to keep your body from a full reaction, but it never worked. nanami's eyes were scanning your body for it.

at the end of the day, his goal was to give you a lot of pleasure, and he achieved it every time, but a little teasing in bed didn't hurt.

[amaranthinespirit]

husband!simon riley follows you around like a lost dog 24/7.

whether it be in the comfort of your own home, or out in public, the man is basically your shadow. like a moth to a flame, he is the moth and you're his flame.

it doesn't matter where you saunter off to, chances are, he's stomping right after you. Around your house, he's following you to every room.

need the bathroom? keep the door open, he'll lean against it with his arms crossed over his chest, either watching you silently or tapping away on his phone.

cooking in the kitchen? he's hovering over your shoulder. you can't count the amount of times on one hand you bumped into his broad, brutish chest, stepped on his foot, or, definitely not on purpose, whacked his groin with a small pan. still, he never learns.

watching TV in the living room? you best bet he's going to sit his big ass right next to you. even if you're on the single person armchair, he'll squish you into the armrest if it meant being next to you.

showering? not without him because he'll join you, and find a way to release pent-up need at the same time, that is if you aren't already stressed that day, then he'll just wash your hair and run a relaxing bath for you to soak in peace afterwards.

In public, people give him weird side glances, numerous occasions where you've had concerned folks tap you on your shoulder and give a small point over your shoulder, to which you reply sweetly with the biggest smile on your face, "oh, that's just my husband!"

he keeps a thick finger hooked into the waistband of your pants, or shorts, or looped in one of your belt loops to keep you near him. since you're much smaller than him, it can be easy for you to get lost in big crowds, and this just assures simon that you're never out of reach.

it's a funny thing to watch for the guys to watch, observing their lieutenant follow you around aimlessly like a big puppy, eyes soft as he gazes down at you, sharpening when another person approaches or observing.

you think it comes from never being able to control his surroundings, his obsessive need to keep you safe, more so now that you have a wedding ring on your finger, forever tying you to him. not physically, but he wouldn't hesitate to if it meant keeping you safe.

[chososrightnipple]

❝𝗷𝗷𝗸 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 + 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀❞

a/n: i'm going insane guys anyway love u all mwah <333333 afab body but no gendered language btw!

part two.

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. *. ⋆ GOJO SATORU

▸ creampies. please just let this man cum inside of you omg he'll go insane. seeing the way his release leaks out of you afterward has him ready for another round almost immediately.

▸ dacryphilia. "you crying'?" says it all right there. he'll coo, a bit mocking, and wipe at the tears running down your cheeks.

▸ size difference. he's so big compared to you. his height, his hands, his dick. he gets off on it so hard seeing you have to look up at him :(

▸ praise (giving + receiving). he'll charm your panties off if you really want, just make sure to let him know how good he's fucking you, too.

▸ overstimulation. hand in hand with dacryphilia. he's not done with you until he's shooting blanks and you're a weeping mess below him.

▸ breeding. listen.. he needs an heir for the gojo clan. he'll fuck you into the mattress for hours on end- he just wants to make sure his baby takes, that's all.

▸ orgasm denial. he's a cocky man, and he knows it. he loves the exhilaration he gets controlling your orgasm, making you beg for it before he gives you any satisfaction.

▸ pussy/thigh/boob jobs. he wants to put good use to all of your body.

. *. ⋆ GETO SUGURU

▸ choking. the feeling of you swallowing as his large hands cusp at your neck is like a drug to him.

▸ begging. seeing you so compliant under him as you plead and cry for his touch... those pretty little eyes and wobbling lip. it's mean, he knows that. he just couldn't care less.

▸ sense deprivation. tying you up and blindfolding you, giving him all that power? he goes crazy for it.

▸ degradation. you wanna be fucked like a slut, he's gonna treat you like one.

▸ edging. when he's feeling really mean, he'll edge you for hours. until you're shaking and whining and the only word you can get out is a broken moan of his name.

▸ impact play. he loves waking up and seeing the red imprint of his hand on your ass oh my godddd don't get him started.

▸ hair pulling (receiving). he wants you to tug at his hair, card your fingers through it, pull it as you're riding his face!!!

▸ sadism. pretty much hand in hand with everything above. he's such a mean boyfriend but he knows how much you love it.

. *. ⋆ CHOSO KAMO

▸ biting. your shoulders, neck, and thighs are full of his teeth marks, almost perpetually. and of course he's not gonna complain if you leave a few bites, too.

▸ begging. show him how much you want him, how badly you need him, and he'll fuck you as much as you want. you just gotta put in a little work first.

▸ worship (giving + receiving). seriously this man worships the ground you walk on from the moment you wake up to the second you fall asleep. he just asks you worship his cock the same

▸ overstimulation. he's fuckin you until his legs are giving out from under him and you're nothing but a fucked out, drooling mess being pressed into the bed.

▸ blood play. i mean... i think this is a given.. will purposefully bite down too hard just to lick the blood clean as an apology.

▸ orgasm denial. he knows once you cum, it's over, and he just wants to stay sat in your pretty pussy a little bit longer- you understand that, right?

▸ somnophilia. his favorite breakfast is in between your thighs. besides, you don't think there's any better way to wake up, anyway.

▸ voyeurism. pleaseeee pleaseee pleaseee let him watch you masturbate it's all he needs in this world !!!!!

. *. ⋆ SUKUNA RYOMEN

▸ anal. he needs to claim every hole your body has to offer. plus true form sukuna is a slut for his double penetration just saying

▸ choking. hearing your choked gasps as he squeezes your throat could make him cum on the damn spot. watching your eyes roll into the back of your head as each second passes on.

▸ exhibitionism. no, he doesn't care that there are other curses around and no, he doesn't care if they can see. you're his, and he'll fuck you anywhere he wants to.

▸ extreme bondage. watching your poor, writhing little human body tug at your restraints uselessly is something he'll never get tired of.

▸ collaring. he'll even get his name custom engraved, just so everyone who looks at you know exactly who you belong to.

▸ degradation. he's a mean thing, but you seem to enjoy that for some reason. he savors in the way you clench around him every time he calls you a whore.

▸ edging. you're not allowed to cum until he's says so, and anything before that? you're in for one hell of a night.

▸ predator/prey. let him chase you through the woods as foreplay. he'll inevitably catch up, of course, but seeing you attempt to get away is so cute to him. especially when he's had enough of the teasing and is pinning you against the nearest tree.

[tojisun]

i feel like simon loses it when you murmur, “like this?” every time you ride him.

it’s not even the first time that you’ve ridden him—and he sure as hell would make sure that it wouldn’t be the last—but there’s always something so sweet at the shy curl of your question, your watery eyes peering up at him like simon isn’t ravenous for every inch of you; your scent, your taste, your touch—he’s hungry for everything that you are.

so when you ask him—

like this? timid and achingly soft;

like this? heart stutteringly quiet and meek;

like this? overwhelmingly intoxicating—

simon buckles and wraps his arms around you because, “yeah,” simon replies, voice rumbling in a ragged rasp. “jus’ like that, love.”

his cock twitches, pulsing, and he has to bite down at the inside of his lip to stop himself from reaching his euphoria. it’s too soon, almost embarrassingly so, but he can’t help himself. it’s like your meek question is a trigger for him, unravelling his body until he feels like he is left as mere threads of his ecstasy, stroked to its tipping completion.

yeah, simon repeats to himself, his thick hands planted on the fat of your ass, squeezing greedily, before hoisting you up to feel the delicious press of your walls drag along his cock. it is such an enveloping warmth; all feverish and soft.

how could you even ask him anything like he isn’t being unmade?

you hiccup, breathy and hitching, as you curl close to him. simon chuckles.

“that’s right,” he says, fucking you back down his length. “s’good, huh?”

all he gets is that familiar thrum of your muffled hum, and simon coos because he knows he’s hit that threshold that renders you nonverbal.

see? such a sweetheart for him.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Wolf hybrid pack that was supposed to eat chubby bunny reader but instead take you in and use you as their little breeding toy.

They just kind of adore you, spoiling you with freshly picked fruits and vegetables, doting on their sweet little bunny as much as possible.

You want snuggles? They’re making a cuddle pile immediately, and you’re at the center. You’re hungry for something sweet? They’re ransacking the nearest village and bringing back every sugary item they can find.

They get into a lot of fights over who gets to breed you first once mating season comes around. You’re a bit afraid, seeing all these tall, needy wolves circling you like you’re a slab of meat.

It’s the first time they’re ever rough with you, pushing your soft body down and holding onto your hips as they rut into your fat pussy until you’re knotted over and over again.

Once they’ve all had a turn, they’re back to purring and cuddling into you, giving you little mating bites and cleaning you up.

You decide it’s worth it to get fucked out of your mind every once in a while if it means you’re treated like the pack’s princess. After all… it feels way too good being all full of cum and being bounced on one knot then another…

Being adored by an entire pack of wolf hybrids isn’t easy, but you’re a horny bunny, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[uglygirltrying]

insecure princess!reader x barbarian!ghost cw: angst, brief sexual mentions, bad writing, confusing ghost insecure princess!reader who has never had any suitors. her sisters overshadow her. her mother pities her, afraid that her daughter will never marry.

fortunately, due to an alliance that her father has made, she finally marries. he's a barbaric prince, shameless and perverted. mean and scary.

princess!reader who tries her best to make love kindle between them, to live the fantasy that she's always had. she rubs lavender oil on her neck, tugs one of her nightgowns straps down her shoulder, to be desirable like the women in paintings. her lady-in-waiting helps her make her hair silky, and her dresses pleasing to the eye. but you can't put lipstick on a pig.

the prince only has her from the back. it's a relief that he wants to make love to her, but at the same time it breaks her heart. she wants to have a face that he wants to look at.

the princess' anxiety only worsens when she notices that the prince's older brother keeps looking at her. she's not used to attention from men, she doesn't know how to interpret it. he might want to hurt her, show everyone just how disgusting she is. or maybe he laughs with his mates about her, just like everyone else. or maybe... he likes the look of her, maybe he'd like to tug her nightgown down and have her chest to chest. it's a stupid thought, she shouldn't entertain them and embarrass herself. and he's her husbands brother!! it's wrong!

then, one night during a feast, her husband's drunk antics drive her to walk away. she wanders the dark hallways of the castle, moonlight and candlelight illuminating the paintings on the walls.

the princess stops to look out of a window, a lone tear running down her cheek. it's an unending weight on her shoulder. she hates the presence of other princess', the prettier princess', they only remind her of what she isn't. knights don't fight for her, artists don't paint her beauty, and princes don't ask her to dance at balls.

a noise makes her jump out of her thoughts, she whips her head around to look down at the hallway. it's him. her husband's brother, ghost. he stands few feet away from the princess, looking her up and down.

"c'mon," he urges, his voice deep and rough. ghost nods, gesturing down the corridor, to the feast. before the princess can even respond, he has already turned around and began to walk back. but she doesn't follow.

the princess stays in place, looking down at the floor as she sniffles. why should she go back there? they don't want her there. the man in armor turns back around when he doesn't hear the princess following after him. ghost lets out a sigh, as he hears her sniffle. with couple of steps, he's standing in front of her.

"why do you cry, princess?" he mutters, reaching up and gently holding her cheek in his scarred hand.

"i hate him..." it's a silent whisper, lost to the silence of the cold castle. her face twists as she fights against more tears.

"walls have ears, and they will twist your words into treason," ghost says firmly, shutting the girl up before she can be her own doom. his thumb run over the bottom of her eye, wiping up the tears that spill. ghost sighs and leans down, pressing a small kiss between her eyebrows.

"sweet princess, you need to return to the feast... i cannot take you away tonight," he whispers huskily.

"take me away...?" she repeats, even quieter, her brows knitted in confusion.

"if i killed him, i could claim you for myself," ghost murmurs. he looks down at her, letting the princess ingest his words.

her eyes are wide in shock. kill? for her? that is the most romantic thing she's ever heard. is this what courting is? if so, then she only wants more of it. she can't tell if he's mocking her, but there's something in his voice that makes her stomach stir with excitement. the wine in his breath makes her consider for a moment that he's messing with her, but she also wants to enjoy the attention.

"h-how would you take his life?" the girl straightens her back, trying to sound more confident.

"i would slit his throat, as easy as slicing a warm pie," ghost says it as if it's nothing, his running along her cheek. "i could take you far away, we would live in a house by the sea and you could wear pretty dresses for only me to see."

her breath hitches, feeling that flutter in her stomach. jesus christ. her hands clutch onto her cute little dress as she squeezes her thighs together. now she regrets giving her virginity to that twig, when a man like this could've had it, a man who truly deserves her purity.

"now be a smart girl and return to the feast." ghost murmurs and turns to walk back to the feast.

what?

she quickly reaches forward, desperately clinging onto the man's arm, to keep him there. if she let's go now, he might just come across a wench or two and change his mind. "b-but you said that-!" she stammers, utterly confused by the change in the air. there's no one there for her. no one who she's welcome to. her heart aches. she thought that this prince wanted her. what did she do wrong? ghost scoffs, gently prying the girls hands off his forearm. "you think it’ll be like a story, a hero slaying the villain and sweeping the princess off her feet. but this is real life," his tone is suddenly colder, more detached. “you’re chasing something that will never be yours.”

her hands stay in the air for a moment when he pulls away from her, reluctant to let go. his words sting, dig in deep and leave a pit for her to collapse in. her hands fall down and settle over her stomach as she fidgets with them.

she opens her mouth to say something, but the words escape her. it all changed so fast. some wench must've bewitched him, taken him from her. why can't she have anything, not even a man who wants her?

he looks at her again, his gaze intense, unflinching. his expression hardens, though there’s still a part of him that almost looks regretful. and then, he just walks away.

the princess can do nothing else than stand in place and hold back tears. she's alone again. the moonlight makes her shaking hands look blue. did she misunderstand? did she wrongly assume the meaning of his words? or was she just so naive?

it hurts to think, and the thoughts themselves hurt even more. it'd better if she just went to bed. ------------------------------------

inspired by the fact that i'm ugly and never had a boyfriend

[deathc-re]

oh, how he just wants to make a pretty little house wife of you. leave you with absolute freedom and autonomy over your time.

you want to go shopping? here's his card.

you want to join a yoga/ pilates/ kickboxing class? let's register you together!

you want to renovate the kitchen? my buddy knows a guy.

he wants to come home and smell the amazing cooking you have for him. or on lazy days, plop on the couch with you and eat take out.

he wants to smile at his phone while at work because you sent him a selfie of you eating breakfast at noon, or taking the dog for a walk, or with shopping backs in the trunk or with the people you're volunteering with or whatever it is your heart desires.

he wants to see you on the porch, barefoot and pregnant, rubbing your belly and waving to him as he pulls up in the driveway.

he wants to hear you ramble on about the new book you read and hated/loved. or help you brainstorm ideas for your passion project.

he wants to brag about you to all his work buddies and bring you to all the corporate dinners and stroke his own ego while you bashfully tell his coworkers that you "don't have a job, my husband takes care of everything."

NANAMIN, BAKUGO, KIRISHIMA, FATGUM, IZUKU, aizawa, yuuta, armin, iida, iwazumi, sugawara + whoever else you want!

[succubusvalentine]

I wrote this about Steve Harrington like a year ago but I think it would do great for Simon Riley. CW: size kink, stomach bulge.

Sliding down ever so slowly onto his honestly monstrous cock, your body covered in a thin sheen of sweat, feeling so fucking full and yet not full enough. 

You could barely make out the whiny sounds coming from your throat, nor Simon's gruff praises. All you could hear was the blood rushing through your ears.

All you could feel was the brush of Simon's cock inside your cunt, the pressure on all sides of your inner walls was overwhelming, to say the least. Not to mention the feeling of his cock making a small bulge in your lower tummy. 

Simon's gruff praises ceased when you got about halfway down his cock and the blood in your ears finally started to calm down. All that was left was the delicious sting and ache of his cock stretching you to your limits. 

Your eyes fluttered open as you heard mewls and whimpers far too gruff to be your own. And you were met with Simon looking more desperate than any man you'd ever seen. his hands clawing at your hips, blunt nails leaving red stinging streaks. 

Then you notice the tears running down his cheeks. Broken gasps coming from his chest between whimpers. His dark brown eyes glossy, and struggling to remain open.

You slow your hips, but Simon shakes his head no desperately. "Fu-ck, no love, don't-christ. Don't stop. Keep going f'me" he choked out. Only to be met with your confused and concerned eyes. "Nev-shit, never had-a girl manage to take all o' me" he manages. "guess 'm a-mmmph, bit sensitive lovie" 

Your cunt fluttered at the statement. Which only made Simon gasp and choke out another moan. But you seemed to be taking too long to speed up for Simon's taste. 

Next thing you knew, two thick arms were wrapped around your waist and a mouth was biting down on your neck. Simons hips starting to slam up into you at a pace you went utterly dumb. Your nails clawing at Simon's muscular shoulders. It wasn't Simons fault. You just felt so good, and the lower half of his cock was so sensitive.

Could you blame him for making himself come seven times inside you that night?

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

[helpinghanikan]

Best kind of revenge

Sum: The best kind of revenge is to treat your enemy's ex-wife right.

Features: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" McTavish, Alejandro Vargas, Rudolfo Parra.

Ch.2 Scar the neighbors

Ch.3 Abrupt ending

Ch. 1: The handsome man at the bar

The team of four tried to be subtle when making their way into the bar. Ghost went in first, taking over a table in the corner. Alejandro and Rudy followed shortly after, one on either side of the bar. Soap was the last to come in, hanging out by the door just incase you tried to make an exit without their permission.

They’re all dressed like civilians. A lot of jeans and sweaters. If it weren’t for their accents and good looks they would have fit in with the blue-collar crowd. The only outlier would have been Ghost, who was probably grateful for the cold weather outside. It was helped explain away the black mask covering half of his face.

Someone has probably been on your tail for the last month. Ever since you got that email from Laswell explaining all of your ex-husbands crimes.

“How are you doing over here?” The bartender asks, a younger woman whose been your best friend these last few weeks.

Your drink was nearing its end but getting actually drunk wouldn’t be a good idea tonight.

“I’m still nursing, thanks though.” You say, looking back over to the mohawk at the bar’s end.

Philip Graves was never the greatest partner, but he was a good guy. At least you thought he was during your relationship. But body cam of killing civilians is never a good look.

A glass is set down in front of you.

“No, I’m good.” You repeat to the bartender.

“It’s not from me, honey.” She says, nodding towards the crowd behind you.

Graves had left quite a bit of stuff at the house. Among those were personnel files of almost every solider he’s ever spoken to on a laptop you definitely didn’t have the password to. This was how you knew the six men following you. Among these six was Colonel Alejandro Vargas. A.K.A the handsome man at the far end of the bar staring right at you.

Might as well play along. Raising the glass towards him in thanks and taking a sip. It’s a fruity little drink. The kind that girls who can’t shoot whiskey order. It’s absolutely delicious.

“He just told me the ingredients and I made it for him.” The bartender explains when you mention how good it was.

“So a man I don’t know asked to make me a drink with random ingredients and you just did?” You ask incredulous. Although it didn’t stop you from taking some more sips.

The bartender shrugged. “I honestly wanted to see what would come out of it. Sorry about that.”

Great, you’re one ally in here is either against you or just an idiot.

Aside for the six men and one bartender there were five other patrons here. None of them you really knew aside for a head nod. This bar was too close to the highway to be a regular watering hole. It was one of the reasons that you always chose to come here.

You don’t need to look to know that someone has taken a seat on your left.

“I see you enjoyed the drink,” came an accented voice to your left.

It seems Alejandro was a very confident man. You have to be to make it far in any military. But you couldn’t just be confident to get what you want while in the field. You also have to be smart. And when you’re in the field on an unsanctioned ‘mission’? Well, you’re going to have to be very smart.

“I did,” You replied, “Honestly it seemed a bit much to buy a girl you don’t know. Tequila is usually the first choice.”

Alejandro chuckles at that, it almost sounds genuine. Casually, as if he’s been coming here his entire life, he gestures for the bartender. Asking for a beer that the bartender was quick to come back with. Giving you a look as if to say; “get it, girl.”

“No, tequila would be too cheap for a woman like you.” Alejandro says, taking the beer for a long drink.

The bar’s lightening hasn’t been updated since the nineties. Covered with dust and bulbs that went out of stock before you graduated high school. And yet, Alejandro looked absolutely stunning under it.

With his head tilted back slightly you can see the outline of his jaw. How most of his face is hidden by a thin layer of shadow, but that does nothing to dull the effect his smile has on everyone in the room. He smiles like a fox. A predator that doesn’t just want to eat you, he wants to devour you and taste the screams he can force you to make.

“You deserve something better,” Alejandro adds, setting down his beer for emphasis.

When was the last time you were with someone? It’s been at least a few months, maybe half a year already. The last time you got bent was with Graves, and that was hurried in an airport bathroom because he plane leaving soon. Did you even cum then? Not likely, but Graves certainly did.

“Are you married?” You ask, looking at drink you had finished a minute ago.

You can see Alejandro raise an eyebrow when you ask this.

“No, not married.” He says.

“I’m not either,” You reply standing up and taking his hand. “So, there’s no point in holding back.”

-

This wasn’t the kind of bar that you hook up in. It’s a one stall bathroom that you couldn’t imagine getting on your knees in. Not that it was completely filthy but because the walls were thin as paper. Being able to hear everything that happens makes it a pretty awkward spot, it also made it perfect to declare to the world that you were now free of Graves.

Leading him by the hand Alejandro followed you into the bathroom. His mouth on yours when the door was fully shut. The wood straining against your combined weight when he pressed into you.

He kisses with his teeth. Biting onto your bottom lip; starting roughly, almost drawing blood, before going slower. Kissing you gently as quickly as he pulled you to his body.

“Fuck, you’re good.” He mumbles, letting his tongue explore into your mouth.

“Thank you. More.” You demand, wanting tongue not dialogue.

His hands are hot, almost boiling, as they slide down the back of your pants. Skipping the bases and going straight to cupping your bare ass. His dull nails digging into the soft cheeks, almost painfully. But you aren’t stopping him.

It’s still hard to say whether Alejandro knows you know who he is. It’s confusing, but you shouldn’t even know his name. He didn’t give it to you before being pulled into the bathroom. At the same time you didn’t give your name either. You were two strangers who knew eachother, fucking before deciding if you’ll survive the night.

Like a dance Alejandro walks you backwards. Gently stepping with his hips doing most of the guiding. Pressing his crotch into yours until the bathroom wall is against your back.

“I’m going to taste you, okay? Is that okay?” He pulls away to ask.

His eyes, already brown and beautiful, are dilated from excitement. They’re still staring at your lips, waiting for your answer.

“Yeah, but you don’t-if you don’t want to you don’t have to.” You say, that need to please stronger than the urge to take.

Alejandro gives you the predators smile. He might have given you the illusion of control, but it would always be his mouth on your throat. He proves this now, kissing and dragging his teeth over the pulse point of your throat. It draws out a moan, but it’s mainly a distraction. A way for Alejandro to sneakily open the front of your pants without making a show about it.

“Oh, but I want to.” Alejandro whispers, his warmth leaving as he kneels down at your feet.

Cold air instantly creates goosebumps on your thighs. Alejandro pulling your pants down to your ankles. Getting your right boot off without a second thought. Doing so quickly to free only one of your legs from the pants. He only need one, just one to lift over his shoulder and allow his access to your pussy.

“Oh, fuck.” You whisper, hands in dark hair.

“That’s good, but that’s just a start.” Alejandro says, and it’s impossible to tell if it’s supposed to be a warning or a promise.

There’s no warmup, there’s no teasing. The only foreplay you get is the moving of your underwear. Sliding it over to make room for his tongue.

It’s a powerful touch, one that sends a feeling through your body like a gun shot. It’s more surprising than pleasurable. The wall meets your head when throwing it back, groaning out in appreciation and also wanting something more than just surprise touches.

Your leg is moved up over his shoulder, your heel digging into his back.

From your entrance to the clit Alejandro licks his way through your body. He does so slowly, flattening his tongue as he goes back and forth.

The initial build in your body takes a few seconds. Again, it’s been a minute since you’ve gotten someone to down on you. That Alejandro did so without hesitation, even bringing up the idea, made this so much better. It makes you desirable, needed, a precious person that Alejandro didn’t want to share with anyone.

His hot breath on your lips, his hand on your thigh, tongue sliding in built in your gut. Warmth and electricity grow from your clit, through your stomach, and against your breasts. It’s moving so quickly that your brain has probably been affected by the pleasure that runs through your body.

“Okay, okay, yeah. Oh please!” You started to beg, rolling your hips with his licking.

His fingers slide through the spit and wetness. Two digits penetrating you with solid pressure that keeps a steady pace back and forth. He moans at the tight feeling, making sure you knew just how much he appreciates the feeling.

“Alejandro, fuck!” You call out, wanting the entire world to know who was doing this.

You don’t feel the bit of hesitation when Alejandro hears his name. Mainly out of confusion (fake identities were decided in the car) but also out of almost panic. He didn’t know much about the ex-wife of Philip Graves, only that you were key to revenge.

And what better revenge than making your enemies wife cum hard?

Your head practically bangs against the wall. Pleasure taking complete control in a feeling that can only be described as cold. It tightens in your gut, it presses your breasts, fogs your brain, and forces your mouth to call out for a god you might not even believe in.

He doesn’t stop when you start crying out. Keeping with the rhythm that started the orgasm and adding a squeeze to your thigh. His non-verbal way of saying “make the world hear, baby. Be so loud that Graves will hear your orgasm from hell.”

Eventually the orgasm has to leave. When it does your drained, wobbly, almost forgetting where you were and who you were with. Only looking down at Alejandro’s (wet) face reminded you of the mistake you had just made.

“How’d you know my name?” He asks, a smile on his face as if he was the one on top.

There is an illusion of confidence you’ve been using since learning the truth about Graves. It’s carried you through the divorce, the secrets, and everything else that has come your way. But looking down at Alejandro, being given the best tongue in your life, it made that illusion dissolve.

“Because of Graves. I know all your names.” You explain. “I know that’s why you’re here.”

[whokilledsamara]

Hello! I don’t usually make requests but i have one could u pretty please if u have time? 🥺

Anyways the request would be like homocipher boys (especially my bbg Mr Crawling) pussy drunk. Pls.

PUSSY DRUNK

a very short fic for a few of the Homicipher boys. {Mr. Crawling, Mr. Scarletella, Mr. Silvair, Mr. Gap, Mr. Hood}. Homicipher x afab!reader.

warnings! : each are different so a bit of violence, neediness, switch!reader, smut, porn, PORN NO PLOT!!! almost all of them are cunnilingus

{an: if you meant a fic with all of them in a gangbang sense, you can send in another request}

MR. CRAWLING

"Not now Mr. Crawling, im busy." you say softly, gently petting his head as he tugs at your skirt. "Please..", he practically begs, his lips turned into a pout.

he was always so desperate to please you, stopping at nothing as long as it made you happy. his eager face made it so hard to resist, and with a sigh, you gently part your legs before continuing to use your hands with what you were doing.

almost as soon as you do so, his face is shoved as far as it can go, a whine leaving his lips as he has to pull away to remove your underwear. a giggle escapes you while you watch.

...

"mngh.. fuck, please.." the words slipped so effortlessly from your lips, Mr. Crawling's head so deep between those legs of yours that you couldnt think straight.

your hand was fisted in his hair, tugging often. whines left him almost constantly, his hands holding up your thighs on his shoulders and off the chair. "Me want, More" he states softly, his voice muffled as he stares up at you, the lower half of his face still stuffed between your thighs.

as you nod softly, he hums and shoves two of his long and slender fingers inside of you, effortlessly curling them upwards towards your g-spot. "a-ah..!" your voice hits a high peak at the sudden intrusion, legs trembling as yet another orgasm rips through you, despite how many you had previously.

as overstimulated as you were, the man between your legs gives a few more licks to your clit, slowly pulling away. as he sits up, Mr. Crawling stares up at you with a cheeky grin, his chin covered in your juices. "Good." ..... "Big, Good."

MR. SCARLETELLA

as usual, he was feeling needy.

every since you pretty much marked him as your "slave", he has been near you at all times, getting upset whenever you interact with others instead of him.

this time in particular though, you watched tears fall from his eyes as he stared up at you with a desperate expression. despite the cold look on your face, and the amount of times you rejected him, he still pleads. "Please." he whines, his hands trembling against your thighs. "Please what..? not this again." you ask, glaring down at him. his hands grab at your raincoat, face a pleading mess.

"Need, You." he begs. you think for a second, a long exasperated sigh leaving your lips before you finally do what he always dreamed of. you roll your eyes, head tilting to a nod. that was all the conformation he needed.

...

hours had gone by, your unfortunate yet aching cunt so desperately clenched around his tongue, his hands clawing at your thighs.

his skilled tongue circled your clit an uncanny amount of times, his pace never slowing. "A-ah wait.. wait i cant.. fuccckk.." another orgasm ripped through you and then, only then, did his pace falter. "You, Like?" he asked, pulling his face up from your legs with an uncanny glare.

you nod many times, his smile only growing wider. his lips lean in and press against yours, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. as much as you denied your feelings for the man, you couldn't think of anything but how good he felt and tasted. with a thoughtful groan, you wiggle your finger at him, signaling for him to stand. immediately he obeys, face flushed and juices dripping down his chin. your eyes are locked on his for a second before you speak in a demanding tone.

"Take off your pants."

MR. SILVAIR

he was NEVER needy. so why was today different?

one of the other residents had managed to piss him off so much that he couldn't think straight. his usually calm demeanor shifted completely dark, not even a hint of his usual smile on his face.

even Mr. Chopped seemed worried, asking softly if he was okay. Mr. Silvair ignored him, his gaze fixated on your eyes. he nods his head to his "research room", silently instructing you to go. he follows closely behind you, the heavy door slamming shut and locking you both in the room.

...

a huff leaves his lips as his hands angrily lift you up and slam you on his examination table, ass up for him, with little to no way for you to escape.

"W-what are you doing? Whats wrong?.. Mr. Silvair-!" you ask hurriedly, hands scrambling to find something to grab. he ignores your pleas and hikes up your raincoat, forcing off your panties with one quick motion. you couldn't see him as you tried to look behind you, but you felt him sink to his knees. "H-hey- ah..!-" your words are cut off with a moan as his long, snakelike tongue slips between your folds.

Mr. Silvair's strong hands keep you spread with ease, giving him full access as he greedily eats your pussy like its the last meal on earth. "Stop Squirming." his usually calm voice turns dark, his fingers digging a touch deeper into your hips as he keeps you held up for him.

as hard as you can, you attempt to keep your hips still. his tongue reaches as deep as it can reach, making you harshly bite your lip and see stars, juices running down his face as you finally orgasm. "A-ah right there--fuck! please.." your begs go unnoticed as he releases you and stands, walking out of the room without another glance. seemingly, this little outburst would hold him down for a while.

be glad it was only his tongue this time.

MR. GAP

a while after you got used to your residency at the complex, you learned your lesson about walking near the gaps.

the man who always seemed to appear at the worst moments, would mainly only mess with you. usually, it would only be a small poke as your ankle as you walked by, a tug at your hair when you had your back turned, or small scares he would pull off.

eventually you learned to ignore it, or altogether stay away from the walls, but unfortunately for you, today was a day you slipped up. as careless as it seemed, you were walking on your own, tiredness taking over your expression. the day was hectic, having to deal with more than one entity at a time.

a sudden yelp escapes your throat as you are yanked by your arm into a small opening in the wall. your back ends up pressed against the nearest wall, Mr. Gap's face level with yours with that sick, uncanny expression he always has.

you huff and use your hand to push at his face, the ever so sassy man rolling his eyes and grabbing your wrist. "You're No, Fun." he grumbles, hands fumbling with your shorts. "The fuck are you doing?" you mutter as a hushed yell, eyes glaring at his.

the grin on his face grows wider as he shoves off your pants, before suddenly dissolving into nothing. your eyes dart around, confusion evident in your expression until a sudden whine leaves your lips at an unknown feeling hits your core.

looking down, you find Mr. Gap nose deep in between your legs, eyes locked on yours as he smirks into you. your hand shoots down to grab his hair, attempting to pull him away as embarrassment fills your expression. though unluckily for you, or luckily depending on how you take it,, he doesn't move. instead, he groans into your hand, his hands tighten on your thighs as he pushes his face deeper, licking and sucking anything he can manage.

after many failed orgasms, and many tears from his constant edging, finally after everything he lets you cum, sucking hard enough on your clit to have a loud moan escape you, thighs clenching around his head.

though something tells you he isnt done.

MR. HOOD

as mono tuned as the man was, and as little as expressive as he was, he couldn't help his built up tension.

while no, he didn't understand the concept of love, or at-least he wouldn't admit it- he knew and felt the need for touch.

he often would allow you inside of his coat, usually just chilling in there or whatever you called it- but you never saw it as anything more than companionship. or so he figured. the moment he felt you experiment by placing your hand just above his crotch, his views changed.

with little to no effort, Mr. Hood plucked you out of his coat, setting you gently on the nearest table. he stared at you for a second, chest heavy. he could definitely sense your confusion- but as he kept his gaze on you, he reached out to grab your leg, his oddly feeling hand sat calmly on the inside of your thigh. "May, Touch?" Mr. Hood asked, an almost worried tone in his words. quicker than he could get his words out, you were nodding.

his body stilled for a second, almost as if he was debating his life choices, but ultimately decided to continue. gentle fingers reach under your raincoat, tugging down your panties with ease. and while he would never admit it, he quite greatly enjoyed the small sounds you made when his fingers traced your lips.

he hesitates for a second, before pushing a single ghostly finger inside. it was oddly cold, but felt so good inside of you as he worked his way in. a long moan leaves you, your hands reaching out to grab his arms.

one of his tentacles shoots out, replacing his finger that instead opted for your clit, rubbing in tight, hard circles. "Oh fuck.." you breathe out, legs trembling at your embarrassingly close orgasm. "I-im gonna c- mmngh!!" a hushed scream leave you as the tentacle curls, thrusting hard at your G-spot. it sends you over the edge, your juices flowing down your thighs and around the appendage. with a sigh, he pulls out, seemingly pleased.

"Turn Around."

{ made by @whokilledsamara }

[slvttyplum]

if satoru wanted to see you squirm and squirt all over the place, leaving the spot under and in front of you damp, then he would pull out his trusty wand to help him; it never failed him.

putting you in between his legs and spreading yours out with his, grabbing both your wrists with one hand while the other is gripped on the vibrator and pushed against your wet slit, sliding to your clit.

moaning as the back of your head taps his shoulder, squirming from the pleasure building up inside of you, cursing how well the machine moved against your body, pleasure crashing down on you.

once you finished, that's when you wanted it to stop, the jolts sending your body into overdrive, moaning so loudly it startled satoru, but only for a second before pressing the button to make it go a different speed.

"shhhh... the more noise you make, the more i want to tease you." smirking while he firmly presses down on your clit, his eyes watching how your legs react, twitching in his restraint.

pushing your legs out more with his feet, taking pressure off your clit only to apply more pressure, the feeling of warm wetness running to your ass and to his.

"oh, someone's messy. you want more? talk to me, baby." leaning down and kissing your neck, leaving wet marks with each kiss.

"ahhh, just one more." incoherently speaking, spitting out your words as your body tenses, satoru moving the wand up and down only making it harder to keep your composure.

"huh? one more what? i hope you don't mean one more..." your moans interrupting him as your toes curl and your body squirms, the warm essence once again leaving your body with ease.

laughing and putting the wand down, his hand sliding down to the wet mess between your legs, rubbing up to your pussy, giving it a few love taps, your body twitching in response.

"god, i love how you respond to me; it only makes me want to mess you up more. please?" asking the question knowing he was only going to do what he wanted, grabbing the wand and immediately putting it back on your sensitive clit.

the saliva you didn't realize you were building in your mouth now sliding down your chin, your body was just so overflowed with pleasure that it didn't know how to contain it; now you were a wet mess all over, just the way satoru liked it.

[amaranthinespirit]

insomniac!reader and I'll stay up until you fall asleep!boyfriend!simon riley

it was late into the night, the house had settled hours ago, the lights had been flicked off and the bulbs long cold. but tonight was a particularly rough night for sleep, out of all other nights, this one, for some reason, you just couldn't.

you didn't have an explanation, just like every other night, and no 'home remedies guaranteed to solve your sleep problems' had ever worked in the past. until you had met simon.

the man was similar to you, in terms of sleep patterns, as he'd stay up late into the night, unable to sleep. but his problem mostly lied with ptsd and trauma, waking up during the night and failing with being able to fall back asleep, yours lied with god knows what, not being able to fall asleep within a normal time frame. still, at least he could relate.

often, you laid in bed, staring aimlessly up at the ceiling and silently willing your eyes to droop with exhaustion and fatigue. it was fruitless. so you'd toss and you'd turn with the occasional sigh and pulling of the blanket, or throwing them off your body. eventually, it led to a low grunt from simon on the other side of the bed, either getting his warmth stolen, or nearly being suffocated by the tossed blankets, or pillows.

the sheets beside you rustled as you felt the bed dip with his weight, creaking with the shift of matter. you swallowed thickly as you felt his eyes on you, huffing out a breath as he spoke lowly, voice rough and raspy from sleep, "can't sleep with y'r eyes open, y'know."

you didn't respond, another deep sigh pulling from his lips as he pushed aside the bedding, hovering his body over yours before settling on top of you like a weighted blanket. a strained breath knocked from your lungs as you adjusted to this change.

a familiar routine when you couldn't sleep, splayed across your small (in comparison to his brutish) figure as he'd whisper sweetly in your ear, combing through your soft hair as his own eyes drooped, but refusing to fall asleep until he was sure that you had too.

even after you fell asleep, he would wait at least five to ten more minutes to ensure you stayed deep and comfortable in a safe slumber, whispering affectionately into the crevice of your neck before his words would jumble and slur together as he too fell asleep.

[chososrightnipple]

❝𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 + 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨)❞

a/n: almost four hundred followers omg.. i love all you freaks mwah!! here is part two as promised. included some requests for characters. aged up! megumi and yuji of course. might do a part three maybeeee? afab body w/no gendered language as usual.

part one.

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. *. ⋆ TOJI FUSHIGURO

▸ panty stealing. he thinks of it as memorabilia. snatching your panties from the floor before you have the chance to put them back on- just something he keeps to remember you bye.

▸ daddy kink. we all saw this coming, right? you call him daddy once and it's all he needs to fuck you into the bed for the rest of the night.

▸ thigh riding. seeing you frotting against his large thigh, desperate to cum, pussy practically drooling for it... his favorite foreplay 100%.

▸ cum play. this man will cum anywhere and everywhere and he'll love it. let him cum on your face, your ass, your chest, your back, down your throat, etc etc.

▸ hatefucking. angry sex after an argument where he takes out all of the stress you caused him on your poor holes :(

▸ breeding. you can give him another baby, can't you? you can make him a daddy all over again, right? just let him cum inside of you as much as he wants, he'll make it happen, he swears.

▸ exhibitionism. you grind against him once on the bar floor and next thing you know he's dragging out to the empty alleyway and pressing you against the nearest wall.

▸ size difference. he's so large, so big, every single part of him practically overtaking you. and he gets off on that fact so fucking hard!!

. *. ⋆ NANAMI KENTO

▸ cockwarming. seating himself inside your warm pussy while he's stuck doing all kinds of boring paperwork. he'll fuck you, he swears, you just gotta sit pretty on his lap for a little bit, okay?

▸face fucking. he loves taking out all of his stress on you. gripping your hair as he uses your mouth mercilessly, bullying his cock down the back of your tight throat.

▸blindfolding. silk ribbons in a variety of colors that he matches to the underwear you're modeling for him. only the best for his lover <3

▸ thigh riding. there's no better way to put him in the mood than pathetically grinding yourself against his thigh, using his body selfishly for your own pleasure.

▸ hair pulling. y'all know that one scene... he pulls at your hair exactly like that. fingers going white with how tight he's tugging at you, manipulating your position until you're face to face with his scowl.

▸ spanking. makes you count for every slap and if you miscount, he's starting all over again. pay better attention to him next time, yeah?

▸ semi-public. yes, he will bend you right over his desk, no he doesn't care there's a meeting going on next door. or better yet, against the window of the fourth floor, overlooking the busy street below it.

▸ phone sex. it really isn't any problem that he's across the country on a mission. even just the sound of your whines over the phone is enough to get him off.

. *. ⋆ MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

▸ panty stealing. he would say he feels bad about it, but he doesn't. you looked so good in the lacey little things, he can't help but want to keep them for later. even has his own little drawer for them.

▸ masochism. the stinging pain of your nails running down his back is utterly euphoric. and don't get him started on how harshly you tug at his hair when he's eating you out- he can cum in his boxers just from that alone.

▸ breast play. massaging at the skin, feeling the plumpness under his fingertips. sucking at your nipples and leaving a trail of kisses down the valley of your breasts. he's obsessed.

▸ edging. leaving you just on the brink of release over and over again, until tears are streaming down your face. he'll let you cum eventually, you just look so pretty this worked up for him.

▸ marking. oh my goddd do not get megumi started on this. he doesn't know why it gets him so worked up- seeing you covered in the hickeys and bite marks that he's left on you- but it does.

▸ cunnilingus. eats you out like a man starved, like he'll never eat you out again. pulling him away from your poor pussy is next to impossible if he's not yet done with his meal.

▸ mutual masturbation. sometimes you both just need to relaxation of release and nothing more. sitting across from each other on the bed, or maybe side by side, listening to the moans of the other as you both touch yourselves.

▸ dacryphilia. like adoptive father like adopted son. seeing your eyes brim with tears from how good he's fucking you drives him crazy.

. *. ⋆ YUJI ITADORI

▸ ass play. we all know he's an ass man i mean come on?! doggy style is his favorite position just because of it. seeing how the fat of your ass moves with every slap of his hips is fucking addicting.

▸ praise kink. tell him how good he's fucking you and how much of a good boy he is pleaseeee!!!!

▸ toys. he didn't realize how much he would love bringing toys into the bedroom until he sees how hard you can cum around him while he holds a vibrator to your clit.

▸ raw sex. he knows it's stupid, fucking you with no protection. you're pussy just feels so good, so warm, he needs to fuck you raw.

▸ face riding. please sit on his face, suffocate him, he doesn't care. it's his favorite position to eat you out.

▸ overstimulation. poor baby doesn't even mean to overstimulate you half of the time- he just has so much stamina, you understand that, right? and seeing you so flushed and fucked out under him has him so horny. just one more round, yeah? you can do that for him, right?

▸ dirty talk. yuji is a yapper and that doesn't stop when he's fucking you. the filth that comes out of his mouth has you wet just thinking about it.

▸ dry humping. the tension, the intimacy, the panting, the friction?? all of it, it's like a drug to him.

[yanderestarangel]

⊹₊⟡⋆ 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻... 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓪 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻

♡⁠┊TW — dp, anal sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, monster fuck, praise, breeedkink, afab reader, dark smut, dead dove, Ghost has two dicks here (because I chose to write it like that)

"Don't look anywhere else, look at me... I'm still your husband." The words were followed by the wet sound of the two cocks of your now radioactively-rayed husband, who looked like a monstrous anomaly — with two extra heads, two extra arms, and... two extra cocks.

You hadn't expected that in thousands of years, but when Simon came out the door completely safe and sound, looking like that was shocking and at least scary to your eyes.

Even so, you were on your hands and knees, feeling one of his cocks enter your ass while the other filled your wet pussy, making you whimper loudly as you felt his very hot and heavy balls hit your clit with the slow thrusts that the military man was giving you.

You could feel every pulsing vein of his shafts in your wet holes, the slickness between your thighs and his groin increasing. His now gray eyes were locked completely on your figure, two of his four arms gripping your waist while the other two held your wrists behind your back, ready to dominate and maneuver you as he pleased.

Hearing your moans of acceptance, his two cocks throbbed like never before, impaling you to the point where you even forgot that your partner was now a shadow of what he once was.

All that mattered in that moment was that you could take every inch of what he was giving you, as if your life depended on it—as if every fluid that came out of his cocks was a poison that made you crave more and more of him.

The slow, flesh-to-flesh pounding that had once been tender was now replaced by Simon's almost animalistic movements above you. A little drool dripped from your mouth as you could only wriggle your toes every time one of his cocks reached the tip of your womb while the other kissed limits you didn’t even know existed.

Grunts escaped his lips, muffled by the mask that was now completely part of his skin, fused to his flesh like a second garment. His fingers dug into your flesh hard enough to leave marks as a hoarse growl came from his throat, echoing like a triad through his three heads.

"Come on, sweetheart... I know you want to cum, don't deny it... cum for me." His words were tinged with the same honey that once soothed your soul. It was still him, even with that new body—and you felt yourself becoming addicted to it, like a drug, leaving you with pleasure so intense it made your system shut down.

You felt him give one final thrust, and at the same time, your pussy was filled with the warm, viscous liquid of his semen. Your other hole was filled as well, causing tears to spill from your eyes as you whimpered from how full you were. But your partner didn’t stop—Simon continued with small thrusts until he felt your inner walls drain him. One of his many hands moved to your pussy lips, slowly opening them to expose your tight slit as it swallowed his cock.

"I won’t let you leave here until I see you beautiful, full, and carrying my children in your belly... Do you understand, my angel?" His words left no room for argument, and no matter how tired you were, saying "no" wasn't an option. After all, you wanted him too, regardless of his appearance. He was still yours.