#she keeps trying to get me to grow my hair out

[awordsmith]

tangled up 𝜗𝜚 s.r

۶ৎ in which you and Spencer join forces to babysit both Jack and Henry.

who? spencer x bau!reader  when? s6 category: novella content warnings: not proofed, contains nothing but pure fluff, reader and spencer get mistaken as Jack and Henry's parents... reid with warmth !!  word count: 4.9k a/n: first novella fic whaaaa....i've been wanting to write this one for a while, but i knew it wouldn't be that long, so this is perfect for my first novella fic!!; enjoy!

The morning was cold and frosty, and the only thing able to mend it: a large, hot latte. Hotch approached your desk as you set your things down. He leaned over and whispered conspicuously, “Are you sure you can come tonight?”

You rolled your eyes and whispered back, just as secretive, and perhaps some more to show how dramatic he was being, “Yes, Hotch,” you saluted him, “Jack will be in good hands.”

A gruff sound came from his throat–as if signifying his disbelief, “If you say so, do you remember what time?”

“Hotch?”

He looked around, glancing back at you with pressed lips. “Yeah?”

“I got this,” you pushed his hand–gripping your desk–off.

“Right,” he nodded, “no I know.”

You raised a brow and crossed your arms, “so why are you stalling? Is this about your date? Because if you don’t want to go–”

“No,” he dusted his suit off, “I’m–I’m walking away.”

“Uh-huh,” you biot back a smile, feeling Spencer slide up next to you, “and what was that all about?” He kept his inquisitive gaze on your boss.

“Hotch had a date,” you stated, turning to look at him, “I’m babysitting Jack.”

He raised his eyebrows and nodded–but when Penelope called you to the roundtable room and you began to walk away with her, you could hear him mutter, “Why didn’t he ask me?”

JJ rushed in, she apologized for being late as she took her seat. The team watched her; she was flushed, but her face showed clear urgency. She rolled her eyes, “Please do not question me today, I already have enough explaining to do.”

It was silent, but then you just couldn’t help yourself, “...JJ?” She looked at you with a slight warning, but you still asked, “What happened?”

The air in the room evaporated as JJ sucked in a breath, then deflated against her chair, throwing her head back, “Henry’s babysitter quit this morning.” You kept quiet, waiting for her to elaborate. “Will and I were going to go out tonight, we’ve been planning this for weeks now.” she huffs, running a hand through her hair.

Spencer caught your eyes, and though you shook your head, knowing it’d be a bad idea, he still said, “Well, hey, you know I could watch him for you–if you still wanted to go.”

JJ raised a brow and began to shake her head slowly, “I don’t know, Spence–”

“I wouldn’t be alone,” you noted Hotch raising an eyebrow as Spencer motioned toward you, “— is watching Jack, we could babysit them together.”

JJ glanced at you, then at Hotch–hopeful, “Would you both be okay with that?”

Hotch eyes Spencer’s grin for a moment, “Fine, but — has to keep an eye on Reid too.”

“Uh–what?” Spencer threw his arms up, “I’m a great babysitter–are you laughing?” He glared slightly at Morgan.

“Sure you are,” you reached over and patted the top of his hand, you held his gaze for a split second–the both of you trying to hold in your laughter.

You could hear giggling inside. Jack clung to Hotch, he was eight, and yet he still adored his father. The night was young, but starting to grow darker. Today, you had only been called to air a case, so you worked from the office, which you didn’t have the pleasure of doing most days, making it pretty unique.

“Oh, hey guys,” Spencer called, walking up behind you. You frowned, noting his relaxed attire.

“And I didn’t think you owned anything but sweater vests.”

He sighed, “Oh–you just had to comment.”

“That I did,” you nodded, “that I did.”

The front door opened right as Hotch checked his wristwatch, “you guys made it!”

“Would you believe it? Hotch hasn’t canceled yet.”

Your boss glared at you, but your remark earned chuckles from the others, “Yep, and I’ll be late if I don’t leave now.”

JJ stepped out of the house and moved aside, “come on in.” Henry popped his little head out from behind Will and motioned for Jack to follow.

Hotch leaned to the side, eyes only leaving Jack once the boys disappeared behind a corner. “Okay,” JJ approached you, hands on your shoulders, “I am trusting you.”

“Hey–uhm Hi!” Spencer waved, sticking his head over your shoulder, “I’m here too.”

“Yes, that’s why I’m telling her to be careful.”

After a bit of teasing Spencer, Hotch, Will, and JJ left in their cars. “Come, on, it’s freezing out here,” you stuffed your hands into the pockets of your zip-up.

“Let the night begin…”

Spencer stayed, feet glued to the floor for a moment as he watched you wander into the house. He couldn’t help the small smile that grazed his face; he covered it with a hand, closing the door behind him.

Inside you were asking the boys what they wanted to do. Hotch had picked you up from your apartment and you, him, and Jack drove over together–so when Henry suggested the movie theatre, you could only glance at Spencer, wondering if he’d be willing to drive.

He huffed, rolled his eyes, and fell back on the couch in the living room. “We can see what movies are playing, I guess.”

You huffed a laugh and gripped the couch with both hands as you learned over it, watching Jack and Hnery jump on top of Spencer.

“Okay, okay.” He pushed Henry’s foot out of his face and shot you a look when he heard you cover up a snort with a cough.

Upon scrolling through the nearest movie theatre, you found the newest Spider-Man movie was playing, but you had already missed the 7 o’clock one and the next showing was at 8:30. You, Spencer, and the boys agreed to that time, which left you about an hour before you had to leave. Spencer offered to pay and though you had debated with him about going half–he insisted.

You agreed, but only if he let you pay for the snacks. Spencer wasn’t a boyfriend and he wasn’t one of the girls, so it felt weird letting him pay for everything. He was older than you yes, but only by a couple of years, and though you had to remind him of that several times, he never once failed to pull that card over on you.

“What’s that?” Spencer motioned toward the bag you had brought–that you were now unloading on the kitchen counter.

“Ingredients,” you shrugged, “it isn’t real babysitting if you don’t bake something.”

“You bake?” He sat up, throwing something on the television to distract the boys before he made his way toward you.

You brushed it off, “Somewhat.”

“Okay,” he nodded, rounding the counter and meeting your hip with his, “so what are we baking tonight?”

“We?” You raised a brow. He nodded, lips forming a thin line to suppress a grin. “Oh, no,” you huffed a laugh, “we are not–do you even know kitchen etiquette?”

His face scrunched up, “I’m a quick learner.”

“Sarcastic Spencer never fails to amuse me.”

“Mmm,” he nodded, “what’s first?”

You shook your head, a grin escaping you. You snatched the butter he had picked up and smacked him on the shoulder as you went to go find a bow for it, “Wash your hands.” 

“Something smells good.” Jack rounded the counter.

“That would be the cookies.” You spun around and bent to your knees, pulling the oven open. 

“When’s the movie?” Henry came waddling in, Spencer not too far behind.

You glanced at him, expecting him to answer for the both of you. You smiled to yourself, pulling off the oven mitts when he said, “uh…we have about five more minutes before we should leave.”

You nodded and began searching for a container to put the cookies in, “boys, do you wanna go outside and help Uncle Spencer start the car?”

“Awesome!” Henry shouted, running off to find his coat.

“Can we really start the car?” Jack looked between you and Spencer.

“Of course,” you smiled, nodding.

“Cool,” he too ran off.

“If either of them wrecks my car, I’m holding you responsible.” He jabbed a warning finger in your direction.

You scoffed, wiping your hands on a rag, “right. Spencer, you drive a van.”

“An SUV,” he corrected.

“Yeah, well, you don’t seem the type to care about messing things up.”

He held a hand to his chest, mock hurt flashing across his face, “–and what is that supposed to mean.”

You shrugged, but a cheeky smile pulled your lips upward.

“I’ll see you in the car,” he wandered off in search of the boys. You grabbed three cookies and set them aside on a napkin.

When you walked toward the door, you found Spencer and the boys already secure in the car. You locked the door and made your way down the drive.

“I have something delicious,” you handed each boy a cookie, promising to help Spencer clean out his car if it turned out they made a mess.

You took the third cookie and bit into it. Spencer watched you and he pulled off, turning onto the street. He hit a red light when you were halfway done with it, “were you not going to offer to share?”

Your eyebrows shot up momentarily, “you like sweets?”

“Half you met me?” he shot back.

You huffed, yanking his hand from the steering wheel and toward you, placing the cookie into his hand. The light turned green, so he steered with one arm and used his other to eat the cookie. It was a darling sight, truly. You giggled when a few crumbs fell onto the floor.

“I blame you,” he muttered, his mouth full of cookies as he made his proclamation.

Spencer had bought the tickets online, so as you parked, you made a game plan with the boys. Spencer and Henry would go to the bathroom because he forgot to say something back at the house and you and Jack would stand in line. There were a few games around–and of course, the boys asked to play when they saw them–but you only had ten minutes till the movie began, so you promised when the movie was over, you’d stay a bit longer to play.

There were only three lines open and from what you could tell, pretty long. Jack stuffed his hands into his tiny jacket pockets–he looked comfortable. “Do you know what you want to get?”

He pressed his lips together and notably looked around at the freezers and small box-like shelves separating the lines. They were only about two inches higher than him, maybe three or four higher than Henry.

“I’ve never been here.” You frowned. Jack had never been to a movie theatre or he had never been to this theatre? 

“What do you mean?” You stepped forward as the line moved up. A father and his daughter–probably around fourteen–stepped behind you. You took notice, but only because you’ve programmed your brain, they weren’t really important.

Jack shrugged, “What kind of snacks do they have.” You understood Jack didn’t want to speak more on the subject and because you cherished him, you dropped it–but you made a mental note to speak with Hotch about it later.

“Well, I think they have…gummy bears and–oh look–they have cornetto–personally I prefer the cup version–but that’s just me.” Jack laughed and stood on his tippy toes, trying to get a better look at the ice cream flavors.

You caught Spencer walking toward you, Henry skipping a few feet in front of him. He caught your wave and nodded toward Jack, who now stepped to the side of the counter–looking through the glass. “How much time do we have?”

Spencer checked his watch once more, his casual attire contrasting. He wore his glasses–which you absolutely adored–a pair of blue jeans substituted his normal khakis, and he wore a black hoodie with red writing on the back. He wore tenashoes instead of his work shoes and his silly socks were hidden beneath the fabric of his jeans. It made you frown slightly: you couldn’t tease him about it.

“Do you want anything?” You asked as the boys began listing off candy to the cashier.

“No, I’m good.” He shook his head, stuffing his hands into the singular pocket of his hoodie.

“Wanna share a bowl of popcorn?” You pleaded and eventually, he gave in.

You asked for two smaller bowls so you could split the large bowl between you, Spencer, and the boys. Spencer physically winced when you swiped your card–you saw it happen. It sent a flutter through you and your face reddened as much as it could. You covered it up with a laugh, hoping Spencer didn’t find it weird, though the look he threw you said otherwise.

You found your seats, the boys settled in the middle of the two of you. You separated the popcorn between the boys, but then realized it’d be an issue sharing with Spencer if he was all the way on the other side, so instead, you gave him one of the smaller bowls, filled his and Hnery’s, and shared the big bowl with Jack.

You made it in time for the credits which you hated, but Spencer loved. It put a goofy smile on his face as he explained every ad,s aying how they were trying to tug at your heartstrings or logical side. “But we’re too smart, aren’t we?” He met your gaze.

The boys turned toward you, where you now adorned a serious nod, “oh, yeah, we’re way too smart to fall fo that, right boys?” 

“Yep!” they nodded triumphantly. 

“And why is that?” Spencer rounded the question back to him.

“Because we’re profilers,” Jack asked hesitantly.

“Exactly,” you jabbed a finger at him, messing with his hair a little. He laughed and leaned away, pushing your hand toward the popcorn bowl.

Spencer watched you–but not just your person. He wanted your actions, your facial expression, the way you interacted and spoke to Jack, the way you joked with Henry, the way you took every opportunity you could to tease him about absolutely anything. 

He felt his heart tense and then fall to his stomach once he realized what was occurring. Was he falling in love? Was this what that feeling was? Was this how falling in love happened? You noticed minuscule, insignificant things about a person like the way they laughed? Or the way smiled? You analyzed them so thoroughly that you could tell what they would say before they said it. Or know the action they’re about to take before they make it?

He couldn’t tell. Spencer had never been in love before. He had never fallen in love. But was that what this was? He didn’t have a definitive answer, he just knew he wanted to be closer. To you. To you in every way. He wanted you to want to be close to him and he wondered if that was love.

Because if it was, wouldn’t that mean he’d already fallen? But it didn’t feel right.  It felt…like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Like he had been searching for an answer he knew was somewhere in his brain, but hadn’t figured it out until just now.

The movie played and he tried his best to watch it–he grasped the general concept, but he was more focused on, well, you.

Did he love you? Could he say that with genuine confidence? He wouldn’t know until he tried it out, but he couldn’t. Because what if he didn’t? What if what he felt for you was simply pure friendship–he’d be making a crucial mistake, one) if you didn’t like him you’d be weirded out and if you did he chanced hurting you, two) you worked together, that was an issue in and of itself.

He jumped when you stood, watching as you stretched. “What?” You raised a brow, a tired smile forming you mouth.

He found himself smiling back, his stomach flipping, “nothing. Just…tired.”

“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes, yawning, “me too. We should head back now, it’s pretty late. We need to take them baths.”

“Yeah,” Spencer glanced at Jack, who was now standing, and Henry, who was fast asleep in his seat.

Spencer tried waking him slightly, but he wasn’t budging, “just carry him,” you suggested.

Deciding it was the only option, Spencer gripped Henry’s armpits and heaved him upward as gently as he could. You watched him as he laid Hnery’s head on his shoulder, the boy snuggling into the crook of his neck, hugging your coworker tightly. 

“Awww,” you sounded like Penelope but you didn’t care, this was too cute a moment not to capture. Whipping out your phone, you ignored Spencer’s pleas and snapped multiple photos from every angle.

Heading to the lobby of the theatre, you nudged Jack, “I’m guessing you don’t want to play some of the games anymore?”

Jack shook his head and rubbed his eyes, “no. m’just tired.”

You nodded, pulling him into your side as you walked, “Me too, buddy, me too.”

You passed an elderly couple on the way out, Henry slightly waking up when the cold air hit his face. “Are we home?” He asked.

The elderly couple snickered and said, “You’re a cute family.”

You opened your mouth to correct the woman, but her husband added, “You look just like we did, don’t they?” before you could. He turned to his wife, made clear by the matching rings.

“Oh, they do,” then she bent over and asked Jack, “What movie did your mommy and daddy take you to see.”

Instead of correcting the couple, Jack glanced at you, then Spencer, and grinned–though it was sleepy– “Spider-Man 2.”

“Ah, I’m afraid I haven’t seen that one, is it good?”

“Really good,” Henry answered from Spencer’s arms.

They laughed again, then apologized for keeping you and made their way inside.

You and Spencer said nothing as you made your way to the car. Jack and Henry were silent as well. You wondered just what was going through Jack’s head. Maybe he was too tired to understand or care about the women’s words. Yeah, that must have been it.

You decided you would ignore it just as you would ignore the flutter that continuously courced through you the entirety of the night.

With much prodding, you were able to get Henry into the bath. Jack didn’t take much convincing, but he assured you he could do it himself, which you shouldn’t have believed because he ended up getting shampoo into his eyes.

Spencer finished helping him, though it was hard because Jack insisted on showering. Eventually, the two boys were tucked into Henry’s twin-sized bed, and you and Spencer had a little free time before the others arrived.

You grabbed the bowl of cookies that you’d tucked on the counter near the fridge before you’d left. You meant to eat them at the kitchen counter, but Spencer wanted you to watch some movie he had put on. You would blame and hold him responsible for any crumbs that didn’t land in the bowl.

His chuckle was low and light, just like every other time you found yourself making him laugh. It sent a flutter through your chest and you had to turn away to keep from letting him know just how flustered that one sound could make you.

You shivered, you typically brought a sweater with you everywhere just in case, but you were going to JJ’s house, and you knew she’d let you borrow a few blankets. 

“Where are you going?” Spencer caught your wrist as you stood. Your heart jolted and you couldn’t help but stare at it. You blinked a few times before he let go. He sucked in a breath as if you’d stung him. You weren’t sure what he meant by that or if he meant anything at all by it. Spencer was normally an awkward person, but this didn’t feel like something he’d be awkward about, in fact, Spencer would never be put in this situation simply because Spencer hated physical contact.

Maybe that’s why he had such a reaction. You brushed it off, letting a shy smile replace the longing frown, “Just the hall closet to find a blanket…want one?”

Spencer shook his head and wanting to escape the atmosphere, you bottled toward the hall. You retrieved the first blanket on top. It was white with little blue bunnies. Cute. You thought, it must be Henry’s. 

“I’m back,” you hopped on the couch, keeping a cushion between the two of you, for fear of making him uncomfortable.

He declined your offer of a cookie and opted to lean back. It might have just been your imagination, but you were sure Spencer kept sneaking glances at you. You thought he must be bored, he’d put on a '90s romcom. Though you loved the, you were surprised when Spencer put it on. But then maybe he put it on for you and that’s why he kept glancing at you.

You huffed under a cookie, that’s so like him. 

Halfway through the movie, you’d discarded the bowl of cookies with four left and began to feel the lights dim. Or maybe it was just you. You took a moment and laid your head back but it was uncomfortable. As you shifted on the couch, a yawn escaped you. 

Spencer caught it, attention now fully focused on you, he smiled at your dreary state. He moved one leg under him and without really thinking much about it–if it’d make you uneasy or not–he took you by the shoulders and lowered your head into his lap. You noticed, but barely. He pulled the blanket over you as your arms wrapped around his thigh. Your head snuggled into him and when a satisfactory hmm released itself from your throat, he snorted a little. 

He loved you, or at least he thought he did. Spencer had never loved anyone. Well, he loved his mom, but he knew he was programmed that way. He loved quantum physics and math and chemistry and psychology, but those were very broad terms, and still not a being. He liked cats, but he couldn’t love a cat–well, he could–but that was a different discussion.

You, on the other hand, he always wanted to be around. You, on the other hand, he always wanted to talk to. You, he fell asleep thinking about; you, he dreamt about; you, he woke up to.

You were always on his mind, there was no way around it. In every conversation–though he rarely voiced it–he could always draw back to you. Penelope bought a new pink fluffy pen? You loved pens. Dereck couldn’t sleep at night because of his neighbor. You could sleep anywhere–it was a skill. Spencer couldn’t sleep at all, really, and when he did–well, he’d already know what he’d dream about.

He couldn’t escape you–but well, he didn’t want to.

The biggest evidence of his feelings for you? He hated–absolutely loathed–the thought of you talking to/dating/marrying anywhere else. He made a face, the thought disgusted him;; it made him sick.

The front door unlocking jolted him out of his thoughts… how long had he sat there watching you? Going back and forth in is mind? His mind began wondering and the lights began to fade. His shoulder drooped and he began pushing you backward, fixing you until you were both comfortable. 

“Just for…a bit…” he yawned before the lights went out.

Spencer jerked when he heard the front door unlock. He was always keenly aware of his surroundings–it was a bad habit he picked up in his years at the BAU.

JJ and Will stepped through the door as quietly as they could, the credits were rolling. The movie must have just ended. 48 minutes?

“Hey–” JJ whispered walking toward him.

He rubbed his eyes and tried to sit up, but was weighed down, and upon looking–found you still sound asleep. He smiled, but when he realized JJ could see him, he fixed it to a plain expression.

Spencer held up a hand and pressed a finger to his lips, his eyes widened slightly in concern when he looked down at you. Which was ridiculous, he couldn’t stay in this position the entire night, much less on JJ’s couch. You both had work in the morning and you needed to get home. Right…but where was Hotch? How would you get home?

He was startled by your shifting movements. Upon glancing at you again, he found you stirring. JJ covered up a small laugh, and turned back to Will, shushing him as he stalked over.

“Hotch texted, he should be here soon,” JJ whispered.

Spencer nodded as you lifted your head, he raised his arms just enough for you to have free reign, if you pushed out of his hold, he’d have no choice but to let go.

But you didn’t, you pulled him closer and buried your face into where his thigh met his hip. “Five more minutes.”

JJ snatched her phone from her pocket and began snickering, “Penelope is going to love this.”

“Hey–come on, JJ–don’t–” Spencer’s protests went ignored as JJ clicked a few photos and slipped her phone back into the back pocket of her jeans.

A knock sounded on the door not a moment later, Will went to open it while JJ sat on the arm of the couch and smiled down at her two coworkers. “Do you think she can hear us?”

Spencer opened his mouth to say no, but raised a brow and glanced at you questioningly, he wasn’t sure you knew where you were, let alone could make sense of a complete sentence. “I’m gonna go with probably not.”

They chuckled to themselves. Hotch waved, before following Will down the hall toward Henry’s room. You yawned and rolled onto your back, stretching over Spencer. “Hi,” you blinked up, a slow smile turning up your lips.

He met your sleepy gaze with one of his own, “hi,” he answered.

Hotch came back out with a very asleep Jack, calling out your name, You sighed, forcing yourself upward. “Guess I better go.”

Once again, Spencer felt his subconscious take hold of his body as he held an arm across your stomach, “I could take you…I mean I wouldn’t mind, besides,” he nodded toward Hotch and Jack, “he should get Jack home.”

JJ watched in silent awe. It was one thing for Spencer to shake hands with someone let alone hug them, so when she stepped through her doors and found you snuggled up to him, her suspicion-radar was going off. Spencer definitely had a thing for you, or at the very least felt most comfortable with you. In her mind, you were his person, and that didn’t have to be romantic, it was just how it was.

Now, though, watching his eyes, there was no doubt in her mind. Spencer Reid was in love. She wondered what kind of catastrophic event occurred for this to happen.

“You sure?” You murmured, rubbing your eyes. You were halfway leaning against his chest, and halfway using his shoulder to stay steady.

“Yeah, of course.”

Hotch seemed to get the gist of the conversation, whispered a few goodbyes, and headed out the door.

“You made cookies,” JJa noted.

“Yep, there’s four left, but they’re probably all stale now.”

“Well, maybe you two can babysit again and make me fresh ones.”

“I helped, you know,” Spencer added.

“Yeah, ‘helped’ so much I almost had to buy you a new pan.” After a good laugh, you stood and stretched, catching Spencer’s yawn, “well, it’s getting pretty late, we should head out.”

“Alright then, drive safe.”

“I’m always a safe driver.”

“I know you are, Spence.” She pressed her lips together, glancing at you, wondering if you even felt a smidgen of what Spencer felt for you.

The car ride was smooth, Spencer had been over a few times, and with his memory, he knew the way by heart. “Thanks for doing this.” You grabbed his hand as he pulled into your complex.

Spencer jolted, his head jerked down: his focus on where your hands connected. “Oh–sorry, I forgot–”

You snatched your hand away, but Spencer was quick to grab it back. “No–no it’s…” he stared at you. He could lose his mind and still be able to put a name to your eyes. They were like none he’d ever seen–which is opinionated, of course, in his mind, you were all there ever was. “It’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” You frowned, “I…know how you hate people touching you.”

“Well, yeah,” he shrugged sheepishly, “but when it’s you it’s okay.”

Your heart leaped at that and maybe it was because you were half-awake and when you were half-wake you became even more delusional than you were daily. “So, you don’t mind if I touch you?”

“No, not at all.” He replied immediately as if he had been programmed to.

You couldn’t help the goofy grin that made its way onto your face, “good to know.”

You opened the car door and started exiting his vehicle. “Hey, —?”

“Yeah?” You yawned again, the sky a blue-black kind of color.

“What does that mean?”

“What does what mean?” You frowned.

“You know,” he tried motioning with his hands, which only made you snort.

“Nope,” you shook your head, “no idea.” You spun around, starting the path to your apartment, “see you tomorrow, Spencer.”

Spencer frowned, he knew he would think about this the rest of the night, if he could sleep he’d probably dream about it, and when he woke up, it would most definitely be the first thing on his mind.

a/n: lol i've been working on this forever (like a month) and i cried in my maths a few days ago because i couldn't understand it–#mathisnotforme

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[harrysxcarolina]

don't worry, i won't tell

b. eilish

warnings: wlw, soft!billie, top!billie, costars, no plot, short n sweet, teasing, flirty, smut, lol i was thinking about swarm and let my day dream run wild about billie completely letting her intrusive thoughts win in this scenario

The coolness of the satin sheets causes a shiver to run down your spine. Your smile grows as you feel her lips leaving soft butterfly kisses up your legs. Her fingertips gently caressing your torso creating little shapes as she works her way up your body. A soft hum leaves her lips as her legs tangle with yours as she towers over you. Her hair cascading over both of your faces as she reaches down to brush your cheek. A warm smile evident on her face. 

“Do you have any idea how good you looked tonight?” She whispers against your skin as her lips begin their attack on your neck. Her moans echoing into your ear as her body falls on top of yours. Pinning you beneath her as she kisses along your jaw up to your lips. 

“You may have mentioned it once or twice.” You mumble as you feel her smile against your lips. Before anymore words can be spoken her hands tangle themselves in your hair as she captures your lips in a heated kiss. 

Her lips burning your skin and your fingertips grip and grasp at her skin. Her body is slithered between yours. Your bodies and lips tangled together in a heated make out session. Hands exploring each other's bodies. Trying to display the amount of love and affection between the two roles the best you could. 

As the scene gets more heated you sense something off with Billie. You feel her tense at random moments. Her body is moving differently than what you’ve both planned and trained for. Confusion is laced between your thoughts as you shake away the feeling as you fall back into the scene.

Her lips falter against your skin as her breath hits your neck. A low moan escaped her lips as your hands gripped her hips and guided her into slowly moving against your positioned thigh. Leaning up and tilting her head back to take in the view of you beneath her. Her hand softly brushes your check as she takes over the grinding motion of her hips. Her lip finds its home between her teeth as her eyes never stray from your face. 

 Her hand slowly moved its way down your neck and across your chest. Between the valley of your cleavage and down to your torso. Soaking in the softness of your skin underneath her fingertips, your back arches off the bed. A moan leaves your body as you reach out needing to touch her. 

She quickly leans down, laying her chest on top of yours. Her hands bury themselves deep into your hair as her head lays beside yours on the pillow. Her breath fanning across your face. Your hands roaming up and down her spine as her hips quicken and her breathing gets heavy. 

“Please keep touching me,” she whines. Her face buries deeper into your neck as her lips graze your skin as she leaves love bites along your neck. forgetting where she was and what she was doing. Her hips never faulted. Confusion is laced on your face, but only for a moment. Trying to stay in character. 

Billie didn’t have a line to perform just then so you weren't sure where this was coming from. Her soft whimpers become more frequent as you start to tease Billie’s skin with your fingertips. 

“Say it again please,” you beg as your fingers tangle themselves deep in her dark locks, pulling her head back slightly forcing her to look in your eyes. Causing a deep moan to leave her lips, her eyes meet yours. Her hands gripping the sheets tightly now moving her hips harder against your upper thigh. Her eyes hooded as she captures her bottom lip between her teeth fighting back the smirk on her face. You can feel the wetness between her thighs sliding down your leg. You lip finds its way between your teeth. Glancing up at her as you fight back a moan at the sight. Noticing she was already looking at you through her lashes. Her cheeks a rosy pink. Her lips swollen and kissable.

now understanding her comment earlier about touching her. 

“I’m in love with you, sweet girl.” She states as her eyes move from between your eyes and lips. Leaning down and kissing you like her life depended on it. 

As your bodies find yourselves in the last staged position Billie’s once again on top of you. 

Your thighs laced between her hips as your lower torsos meet your eyes lock for a moment. Her lip once again finds its way between her teeth. Eyes pleading. Reaching up, tucking a piece of fallen hair behind her ear before moving your hand to the back of her neck and gently pulling her towards you. 

Lips brushing just lightly against each other. You can smell the faint scent of spearmint from the gum she was chewing earlier. 

“Please,” she whispers as a soft moan follows. Smirking, you slightly tilt your thigh hoping it wasn’t noticed by anyone in the crew but the girl above you. Her breathing stops at the sudden change of pressure against her dripping core. Your thigh now rubbing perfectly against her clothed swollen clit instead of the staged position you were instructed to do. The both of you forget about the room full of people and cameras. Your grip tightening on her hips as she moans in your ear. 

“Do I feel good Billie?” You softly whisper into her ear. Your lips brushing the shell of her ear as you feel her breath hitch. Her pulse is loud in her ears as she feels your hands roaming her skin. Teasing her spine as your lips trace up and down her neck.

Sliding your hands across her ass and up her back slowly as the tip of your tongue traces the shell of her ear. Feeling her muscles flex under your touch does something to you as you feel that familiar pull between your own thighs. Forgetting that you are supposed to be professional and stop the scene if it gets too hot and heavy for lack of better words. Were you going to do that? Absolutely not.

Her hands ruffle the sheets beside your head as she grips them tighter. Her hips grinding harder against you as your words soak into her skin. 

“So fucking good.” She moans in your ear. Your grip on her gets even tighter. You can feel the heat radiating off her skin as she kisses your neck. 

“I love you too,” you whimper. That was her final cue for the scene, and she let herself go. Biting her lip she leans further into your neck as her hips rotate deliciously on your thigh. Her high taking over as her body shakes in your grip. Her chest heaving against yours as you aid her in gliding herself across your thigh. Her cum drips down your warm skin as her breathing is ragged. 

“Cut!” The director calls causing the both of you to slightly jump. Billie’s body falls completely on yours as she tries to catch her breath. Your soft giggle is heard in her ear as one of your arms wraps around Billies lower back holding her against you. The other reaches for the prop blankets surrounding the both of you to cover your bodies as Billie collects herself. 

As she starts to recollect her composure and breathing her face heats up at the realization of what just happened.  

“I’m so so-“ Billie starts. 

“It’s okay.” You interrupt her with a smile. Sitting up and grabbing the robes that were being handed to you. Grabbing them both, handing one to Billie who was now sitting beside you on the soft bed eyes wide in shock and horror. Draping the robe across your shoulders before quickly leaning over on your hands and knees. Your lips centimeters from her ear. A soft smirk across your face.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” You whisper before placing a gentle kiss on her cheek before climbing off the bed and bouncing your way back to your trailer. Billie sitting there frozen in place as she watches you walk away trying to hide the raging heat lighting up her cheeks. 

[fleshunger]

helping vi with her t-shots :3

vi x reader, established relationship, fluff, crack (?), masculine titles for vi (boyfriend), idk man i wrote this in 10 minutes, was thinking abt using he/him for vi in this one but decided against it idk how the crowd feels abt that, this is just cute n short silly okay?!!! layout inspired by kitguts and cowgirlvi

a.n: no way I posted after 400 years ok anyway this fic is not supposed to represent an accurate process of a testosterone shot please do not try to recreate at home i have never given myself or someone else a testosterone shot and im not entirely sure how the process works so if this isn’t realistically depicted please excuse me for I am inexperienced

You’re curled up on the side of the couch, mindlessly watching a random episode of Gossip Girl while occasionally scrolling through your phone.

It’s already dark out, and Vi still isn’t home. You know she likes to take her time at the gym, but you’re starting to wonder where she is and what she’s doing since she hasn’t come home yet.

As if on cue, the lock to your shared apartment clicks open, and in strides Vi, slightly out of breath, with her gym bag in one hand and what seems to be a pharmacy bag in the other. Her tan skin and bulging muscles glisten with a thin layer of sweat, making her all the more attractive.

“Hey, I’m back!” she huffs as she tosses her keys to the side, dropping her duffel bag to the floor and running a hand through her damp hair. She’s been growing it out, and you think she’s the handsomest she’s ever been. She lets out a loud sigh before heading to the fridge to chug an ice-cold bottle of water like a man parched.

“Hey yourself, what took you so long?” you ask, your attention entirely focused on her—especially on her moving back muscles. God, she’s so broad…

Vi snaps you out of your trance with her reply. “I got held up,” she says, taking another gulp of water before holding up the pharmacy bag. “Had to pick up my T from the pharmacy.”

“Oh, cool,” you say with a small hum and a slight nod, keeping your eyes on your boyfriend as she walks over to the couch and plops down next to you, stretching out her strong limbs.

“Gonna force me to give you your shot again?” you grin lightheartedly. Vi knows you actually don’t mind at all—on the contrary, you love helping her.

Vi raises a brow and nudges your side with an amused smirk. “You bet your ass I am,” she retorts playfully, making you roll your eyes.

You get up to gather everything you need for Vi’s shot: an alcohol pad, a clean needle, and, of course, her newly picked-up vial of testosterone.

“C’mere,” you command.

“Whatever ya say, Doc,” Vi quips as she lays herself over your lap like a little kitten, clearly getting comfortable.

“Butt again this ti—?”

“Yep,” Vi cuts you off before you can even finish the sentence.

You exhale softly as you grab the small vial. “Why don’t you let me put it in your leg or something normal? It’s like you want me to inject your butt,” you mutter while carefully filling the syringe with the hormone.

“Nah, butt’s funnier,” she says with a cocky grin, clearly enjoying the fact that she’s making you inject her ass.

You flick the syringe to get rid of any air bubbles. “Alright, alright, pants down, weirdo.”

“Someone’s eager to see my ass,” Vi teases as she shimmies down her sweatpants. You have to hold yourself back from giving her a slap or a pinch for that comment. She stops when she’s revealed enough skin to give you room to work with.

You gently grab the soft skin and carefully insert the syringe into her cheek, injecting her with the T.

Vi balls her hand into a fist, one eye squeezing shut. Despite doing this plenty of times, it still comes with a little pinch.

“Ow…” she huffs, her face scrunching up for a second.

You make sure to fully inject the dose before pulling the needle out, giving her ass an appreciative pat. “Alright, there’s your T-shot, big boy,” you say with a smile.

Vi rolls her eyes and pulls her pants back up. “Oh, shut up,” she groans sarcastically, readjusting herself into a more comfortable position.

You continue rubbing the curve of her ass—she sure is blessed in that department, after all.

“Have you noticed any symptoms?” you hum, genuinely interested in your boyfriend’s hormone journey.

“Hmm… well, my acne’s a bit worse, my mood’s kinda short at times, and I’m hairier,” she says with a yawn, looking up at you lovingly. “But my voice is deeper, I’m bulking easier, and there’s definitely an increase in strength, so there’s that.”

She grins, clearly enjoying those two aspects in particular.

“Oooh~! Lemme pop your pimples,” you leer, already wiggling your fingers.

Vi scoffs, wrinkling her nose in disgust. “No way in hell!”

try my recipe boy

[nakylvr]

back car seat sex with gp sophia 😵‍💫😵‍💫 you thought sophia is picking u up to go on a nice late night date but it turns out the other way 😮‍💨

poor bby is just so stressed abt her work that she needs to take it out on u ;(

my baby :( this is super short but here is something 🫶 also i'm trying to not use pics if its short something like this cause erm idk i dont like looking for pics sometimes ANYWAYS

warnings/tags: language, nsfw content, established relationship, g!p sophia, f!reader, dom!sophia, sub!reader, car sex, unprotected sex, mommy kink, cumming inside, breeding kink

minors dni

when sophia texted you late into the night asking if you were awake, you obviously responded. when she then proceeded to ask if you wanted to go for a drive with her, you obviously agreed. you would never deny an opportunity to go out with your girlfriend, especially with her schedules that leave some days where she can't come and see you. you thought she just wanted a nice, quiet, relaxing drive with you through the city.

well.

it was far from quiet in the car, with you on your hands and knees in the backseat while sophia was behind you fucking you at a pace you could barely keep up with. your moans echoed in the car mixed with skin slapping against each other, the car rocking slightly.

"fuck, you take me so good, baby." sophia's fingertips dig into your hips, surely leaving bruises that will stay for the next few days. "so good for me, baby. letting me fuck you like this, god."

it was obvious to tell she was stressed, she wouldn't be this rough with you otherwise. her hips snapping against yours, her nails digging into your skin leaving marks, her words she was saying, her cock hitting every spot inside you, it was almost too much for you.

"you like this, baby? you like my big cock fucking you like this?" sophia's hand moves to your hair, grabbing a handful and pulling on it forcing your head up when you don't respond. "answer me."

"ye-yes, i love it s-so much," you manage to get out past your moans. "feels so good, please, mommy," your voice comes out whiny as you push yourself back against sophia to meet her thrusts.

"i know, baby," she says tauntingly, her grip on your hair tightening while she speeds up, grunts and whimpers coming from her at the way your walls clench around her. "just a little more, princess. want you to cum with me, can you do that?"

"yes!" you try your best to nod with the grip she holds on your hair. "please mommy, 'm so close!" you whine, feeling her dick throb inside you and twitch at your words.

"fuck," sophia curses, letting go of your hair to grab your hips again, her thrusts becoming sloppy and filled with more desperation as moans fall freely from her lips. "god, you feel s-so fucking good– shit!– you gonna cum, baby?"

all that leaves your mouth past your loud whining every time she pushes back into you is a "yes" mixed with her name that you kept repeating like a mantra. "pl-please cum in me mommy, w-want you to cum in me, please!"

"yeah?" a smile grows on sophia's face at your words. "you want mommy to cum in you? fill you up with my babies? hm? you want that, princess? want me to fill you up?"

"yes, yes, please!" you feverishly nod your head, her words making your walls contract around her as your head falls down low, your moans getting higher pitched with the knot in your stomach threatening to snap. "'m gonna cum!"

"cum with me, baby," sophia tells you. as if on command, you let out a loud whine, your body shaking as you cum over her cock. within another few thrusts, she lets out a long groan, her hips stilling as thick ropes of her cum fill you up.

she rests her head on your back, her chest pressed against you while panting heavily before slowly pulling out, a quiet whimper coming from her at the warmth of you disappearing.

"thank you, baby," she murmurs softly, kissing your shoulder. "i love you so much."

[exitingmusic]

Goddamn Roaches

AN: first fic, req's open, please ignore any spelling mistakes :)

Warnings: language? (bugs if your worried)

This was a godawful mission. First, you had to wake up at the crack of dawn to get to the airport where you spent 6 straight hours crammed next to Mactavish on plane. A plane where you got no food, no rest, and no space.

It was safe to say you were pretty pissed. The feeling only growing stronger as you saw your rooms weren't prepped, the shitty hotel not even cleaned from the last occupants. The sheets were thrown around and trash strewn throughout the room.

So, the two of you got assigned to a single room, with a single full bed, not nearly big enough for the both of you and too uncomfortable to sleep well enough on.

“I sure hope ya packed your own stuff,” Soap grumbled from where he rummaged through his bag, “I ain’t sharin’.”

You roll your eyes, too tired to argue with him, “I’m gonna grab a shower," you said, unrolling your sleeping bag on the floor.

You tuned out his complaints and grabbed your bag with your toiletries, carrying it into the small bathroom, your limbs heavy as you turned on the water and got in.

Instantly, you recoiled as the freezing water hit you, cursing as you pressed yourself to the far wall to get away.

A couple minutes later, it had warmed up a tad, but it was still cold. Grumbling, you gave up, craving the idea of being clean more than getting out.

You quickly showered, relaxing slightly as you scrubbed your scalp, your hair greasy from the exhausting and irritating day.

Shutting the water off, you climbed out and dried off, slipping into a pair of comfortable clothes and putting the towel around her shoulders.

Much more relaxed than before, you gathered your things and went back to the excuse of a bedroom, Soap giving you an irritated glance up from his phone, thankfully staying quiet.

After putting your belongings away, you climbed into your sleeping bag and opened your phone.

A couple minutes passed and you turned around, facing the wall when you froze, eyes going wide.

Multiple cockroaches were less than a foot away from your face.

Oh hell no. Absolutely not.

You jumped up, letting out a quiet shriek. Soap bolted up at the tone in your voice, narrowing his vision to try and make out your form in the darkness. “What? What is it?”

"Look, right goddamn there, in the corner!" You pointed to where your head was laying.

Soap spun around, peering at the corner. “I don’t see anythin.” He stammered, eyes darting from corner to corner.

"There's like 6 cockroaches right there, they were right next to my fucking head!"

He immediately relaxed, a slight smile on his lips, "Oh, I thought it was somethin' serious."

You looked at him incredulously, "The fuck you mean something serious? Are you slow?" Your eyes widened at a realization, "Oh shit, what if some are in my hair?"

You started yanking fingers through your hair violently, determined to find the stupid bugs as she ran to look in the bathroom mirror.

Soap rolled his eyes, leaning up to watch you from his sleeping bag. “You’re gonna to go bald if you keep that up.”

You ignore, still yanking and scratching your scalp frantically.

“Just stop pickin' at it.” He huffed, standing up and walking towards you. “You’re going to tear your hair out at this rate.” Soap said as he stood behind you, grabbing your hands.

"I don't want roaches in my hair," you turn around, close to tears from frustration.

“Ey! They’re not in your hair!” He assured you, his eyes slightly wide. “Just stop pullin' on your hair and let me freaking brush it."

He gently turns you around to face the mirror and grabs a brush. Soap gently ran the comb through your hair, watching your form in the mirror. “You know, I wouldn’t be scared of some roaches.” He teased, starting near the bottom of your hair. “They’re just little bugs," he said, gently working through a tough tangle. “They won’t hurt you.”

"Well some little bugs do, and have you seen those things? They are NOT little," you shuddered.

“They’re small compared to you, lass,” he argued, moving the comb to a new area on your head. “Besides, they’re not like those stinging insects. They won’t give you any pain.”

"They give me emotional pain."

“You’re a drama queen.” He grumbled, starting to work on a different section of hair. “All that racket over just some roaches.”

"Kind as always," you mumbled, closing your eyes briefly, relaxing at his surprisingly gentle brushing.

“I’m just saying, you’re the biggest pansy when it comes to bugs.” He chuckled, continuing to work on your hair.

"Not really, I like bugs, just not roaches," you insisted, "It's like how you're scared of dogs."

He rolls his eyes, muttering something under his breath.

You stayed silent, relishing the feeling of the brush running through your hair, his careful hands separating her hair.

Soap chuckled behind you, "If I knew you got this quiet if I brushed your hair I would've done this a lot sooner."

"Don't even start MacTavish," you warned, your eyes still closed in bliss.

He laughs quietly and brushes your hair for a couple more minutes before setting the brush back down and clearing his throat, "No roaches in your hair, lass."

You open your eyes to meet his blue ones in the mirror, nodding.

Soap takes a step back for you to move around him, watching you with an odd look in his eyes.

Avoiding his gaze, you start to walk back into the room, pausing where the tile turns into carpet, squinting.

"What's wrong?" Soap asks from where he stands behind you.

"I don't want to step on a cockroach," you say quietly.

He chuckles before grabbing a couple paper towels and gently moving you over. Soap walks out and to the corner where the roaches were, squatting to squish and clean them up.

Soap returns quickly to flush the bugs, brushing his hands off and looking at you.

"You want me to carry ya over there?" He asks suddenly, looking just over your shoulder.

Surprised at the offer, you hesitate but nod, gratefully accepting his offer.

Soap's lips twitch into a small smile and he turns around for you to jump onto his back, "Well hop on then lass."

Flustered, you climb onto his back, arms wrapping around his neck while her legs wrap around his waist securely. His hands immediately go to your thighs to hold you in place as he turns the bathroom light off with his shoulder.

You settle your chin onto his shoulder, higher than you normally were as he walked around the bed, checking for any more pests before gently unwinding you from around him, setting you down gently on his sleeping bag.

You give him a confused look as he stares at you expectantly.

"Well get in," he says, gesturing to his sleeping bag as he unties his boots.

You comply with his words, still confused as you slip into the bag, inhaling his scent.

He crawls in right next to you, his scent growing stronger as he lied next to you, his body pressed against yours and his scent filling your nostrils.

"Why did you want me to do this?" You asked, not too unhappy with your situation.

Soap's response is pulling you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you, "Well someone's gotta protect ya from the roaches."

You open your mouth to say something else but get interrupted by Soap's firm voice, "Get some sleep bonnie. Ain't no roaches gettin' in 'ere."

You couldn't really argue with him with your face pressed against his chest, so you just burrowed farther into him and wrapped your arms around him, finally getting to relax, as surprising as the situation was.

The last thing you felt before you fell asleep was a kiss to the top of your head, his fingers gently combing your hair as you stayed in the sleeping bag, with him.

[elephantbitterhead]

This attempt to grow slightly longer hair is really destroying my will to go on. I think I'll just bring a picture of Tintin to my next appointment.

This is a good choice because there's no hair touching Tintin's face & annoying the living shit out of him all day long.

[telephonemarketer]

genderfluid aro bi (middle school) -> bi transman (high school) -> bigender bi butch (early college) -> butch lesbian (late college)

[mapsareforbraindeads]

it’s all coming together. i know why i’ve been leaning on being fem for so long. it is entirely her fault

[hopeheartfilia]

huh maybe im experiencing some self confidence issues

[rafey-baby]

older!rafe and sensitive!reader spending the holidays together

c/w: fluff, her ovulating and being horny, smut: p-in-v, slight breeding kink, use of dad, 18+ mdni! 

wc: 1.5k

ugh i’ve missed this man

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“Why is he doin’ that shit?”  

“Rafe, it’s a rom-com,” she reasons, practically glued to him on their couch with the way she keeps shifting closer and closer, almost unconsciously at this point.   

“Yeah, a shitty one. Why was it necessary to do a whole fuckin’ speech at the mall? He couldn’t jus’ I dunno, tell her how he felt?” he scoffs, clearly fed up with the entire film already. 

She can’t stop the bubbly laughter from escaping her when she looks over to his scowling face. “I mean, this is actually getting kinda weird…why’s everyone watching them?” 

“Yeah, ‘n why are they still on that fuckin’ stage?” he grumbles while the couple is now fully making out on the TV screen. 

“Please don’t ever do anything like that to me.”

“Yeah, was actually gonna ask, you, uh, you wanna go shoppin’ tomorrow?” 

“No!” she giggles before taking a sip of the hot chocolate she’d made for herself (because Rafe deliberately told her he didn’t want any) but the minute she’d sat down with the mug in hand, he’d wanted to try it, which ended up with him drinking nearly half of it.  

“Oh shit, forgot to give you this earlier, look what I got you today,” he suddenly murmurs. 

“Hm?” her eyes flit over to his face; momentarily distracted by his pretty features as he searches for something from the back pocket of his pants. Then, he’s pulling a golden necklace from a velvety box.    

“That looks really expensive,” she nervously mumbles, pausing the TV in order to concentrate on the heart-shaped locket he’s holding out to her.   

“You deserve the fuckin’ world, it was nothin’ alright? Can think of it as an early Christmas present if it makes you feel better,” he rolls his eyes, almost exasperated that she still can’t seem to comprehend the fact that he enjoys spending his money on her.    

“It’s so beautiful,” she croons as she inspects the piece of jewelry with careful fingertips, heart swelling in her chest at the sentiment— recalling how she’d mentioned something about thinking pendants like these were adorable maybe once.    

“Yeah? You like it?”    

“I love it. Wait, you had your initials carved into it too? That’s so cute, Ray, what the hell?” she feels her eyes grow watery because her boyfriend really is her favorite person in the whole wide world for a reason.    

“Yeah, know you’re into sappy shit like that, ‘n you can put m’picture inside too ‘n you’ll always have me with you or whatever the fuck.”    

“Shut up, you’re so sweet! I love you,” she exclaims before she’s wrapping her arms around his neck— climbing into his lap in the process while he murmurs into her hair how he apparently ‘loves her more’, which she thinks is not possible.    

“Let me put it on you?” he says before he’s swiping away some strands in order to clasp the locket around her neck. “Look so pretty with m’name on you.”

“Wait, you should have my name on you too,” she jokingly utters out next.  

“Been thinkin’ about gettin’ it tattooed actually,” he admits, completely serious, which makes her face scrunch up.  

“You’re not getting my name tattooed on you— you’re crazy,” she softly hits his chest. However, he can barely even feel it because she really doesn’t have a single violent bone in her body.   

“Yeah, crazy ‘bout you,” he grins, eliciting an airy giggle from her.    

Knowing she’s about to complain about him being weird again, he shuts her up with a press of his mouth against hers— a surprised noise leaving her when she’s momentarily taken aback by the sudden cushion of his lips. 

And it’s sloppy, the way they slot together like puzzle pieces when she opens up for him, but both of them prefer it that way. 

His kiss was meant to be something sweet but soon enough she’s rutting against him— whimpering into his mouth as if it’s been years since the last time they did this. And all too soon for her liking, he’s pulling away.

“Somethin’ you want?”  

“…no,” she lies through her teeth.    

“No? Jus’ uh, humpin’ me like a bitch in heat for no reason then, hm?” he raises his brows; eyes fixed on her frustrated features.    

“Ray...” she huffs out; a frown already forming on her spit-slicked lips.    

“Yeah?” he asks, giving her a soft peck as encouragement.    

“Want you…” she pants against his mouth.    

“But m’right here?” the furrow of his brows displays faux confusion.  

“You know what I mean,” she whines; shifting around in his lap some more.    

“M’afraid I don’t. If there’s somethin’ you want, you gonna have to tell me,” the edge of his mouth curls annoyingly when he decides to toy with her, always finding so much entertainment from her struggle.     

However, she merely grants him another whine.   

“Wha’s up with you today, hm? So fuckin’ needy, actin’ like you haven’t been fucked in a month when you were literally cryin’ on m’cock last night?” he murmurs while thumbing at her pouty bottom lip.   

“I don’t know…jus’ need you so bad,” her eyes begin to gloss over when he’s still not giving her what she so desperately craves.    

“Baby, there’s no need to cry, yeah?” he sticks his thumb past her lips; an attempt to placate her, even if he thinks she never looks prettier than with her eyes all wet and forlorn.   

“You’re ovulatin’ right now, aren’t ya?” his brain finally fits together the very telltale signs as he plucks his phone from the coffee table— opening the app that tracks her period cycle.  

“Think so, yeah,” she mumbles, mindlessly sucking on the digit resting on her tongue as she sniffles.  

It’s no surprise to either of them when his assumption proves to be right.    

“Think you need me to fuck a baby in you, s’that it? Wanna make me a real daddy?” he croons.    

“Mhm…want you,” her words are muffled around his thumb.    

“I know, sweetheart. Don’t want anyone but you carryin’ m’kids— think about knockin’ you up so fuckin’ often, you know?”    

“You do?”    

“Yeah, know you’d be such a good mom.”    

“You think? I think you’d be the best dad, sometimes wish you were my dad,” she rambles mindlessly, the conversation suddenly teetering on the edge of something else entirely.    

“Shit, such an angel face ‘n then there’s this rotten mind inside, huh?” he tuts in disapproval, appearing disgusted as if he doesn’t get even harder in response to her words— something raw, primitive stirring in the pit of his stomach whenever she says things like that.    

“M’sorry dad,” she offers him an impish smile.  

“Someone’s in a mood today?” he chuckles, narrowing his eyes in a playful manner.    

“Can you take off your pants?” she complains while attempting to loosen his belt but with her mind buzzing like a honeybee it’s proving to be a rather demanding.   

“Can’t do anythin’ without dad’s help, can you? Go on, let’s see if you can take me out by yourself, yeah?” he rasps out, tone challenging.    

“No, need your help, daddy, I can’t—”  

“Shit, you’re fuckin’ pathetic,” he murmurs, somehow managing to turn something so patronizing into something affectionate as he swats away her helpless hands and yanks the belt open himself.    

“See? Not that fuckin’ hard, was it?” he mutters out as his thumb slips out of her mouth before he’s pulling himself out. And even if he’s not even fully hard yet, and she’s seen it more times than she can count, she’s still mesmerized by the sight— eyes rounding out while she simply stares as if she’s under some spell.    

“You’re so pretty,” she blinks at him, eyes moony.    

“Still not tired of seein’ it, huh?”   

She shakes her head.   

And since she’s not wearing any pants (as usual), he only has to tug the fabric of her underwear to the side in order to reveal her messy cunt.    

“Ray…” she whines when he merely smears the drippy head over her folds; thudding it against her clit to get her to whimper some more.  

“Hm? Want it inside? Wha’s the magic word?” he looks at her with something amused twinkling in his eyes.   

“Please. Dad, it hurts,” she sniffles, desperately trying to rub against him in an attempt to alleviate the ache.    

“Hurts? Think you bein’ a little dramatic, no?” he lets out a breathy chuckle, making her huff out in frustration.   

“M’not, Ray, please, need you so bad,” wet droplets stain her cheeks while she tries to uselessly blink them away.    

“Shh, s’okay. Dad’s bein’ mean again, isn’t he? M’sorry, baby, I’ll give you what you want, yeah?” his voice is a deep rumble before he’s finally tucking the tip into her weepy cunt, causing both of them to moan in tandem when she practically sucks him in— his fingerprints denting the skin of her thighs when he aids her movements to his liking.   

“Yeah? That what you wanted? Always such a tight fuckin’ fit, huh?” he grunts against her mouth; hips meeting hers halfway as he stuffs himself deeper.  

“Mm, I love you,” she whimpers— practically feeling him in her guts as his cock pokes at the spongy spot inside her while his big hands help situate her on top of him, and she thinks this might just be heaven on earth.

[nezuscribe]

you’re glad to have a friend like arranged!gojo, it feels good to have somebody to talk to and listen to. you feel nice being able to laugh with somebody and not apologize for the awful jokes or strange things you say. but sometimes you have to stop yourself from getting attached, reminding yourself that he won’t care for you like that.

and though that’s the farthest from the truth, it’s what you’ve convinced yourself. so when your birthday comes around, you decide to celebrate the way you always have, alone.

he’s your friend, not a husband, so you don’t see any need in dragging him into this ordeal.

you bake a little cake for yourself a couple day in advance, just like you used to at your old home. you stash it away for when night rolls around and it’s just yourself, you can enjoy it the way you have for years.

when you were little you would gawk and stare at the lavish parties your father and his wife threw for your sisters, the balls and the presents growing bigger and bigger the more they grew up. you’d mimic their behaviors on your own, dressing up in the best dress you had (a hand me downs from your older sister that never fit quite right) and pretended you too were surrounded by a room of people as they watched you eat cake.

and sure, when you were younger you’d feel embarrassed eating by yourself surrounded by drawings of people you’d prop up on chairs, but it’s become tradition now (not the drawings, you realize now how depressing that must’ve looked).

so the night of your birthday you take the cake you had hidden in the back of the ice den out, bringing it to the corner of the kitchens where the cooks kept the little table for themselves and began cutting into it, cursing yourself for freezing it too long.

you serve yourself a piece, hunching over your plate as you dug in with your fork, eating in silence.

you write a little note for the cooks to enjoy the rest of it as you place it back in the den once you were done, going back to your room for the night.

the following day when you were walking around the library looking for something new you spot gojo talking to one of his advisors, his eyes focused and his tilted slightly as he gave him all of his attention.

you pause, holding back until you were sure they were done with their conversation to reveal yourself from behind one of the looming bookshelves, watching as the advisor bowed his head to you before he left.

the crease between his eyebrows relaxes, his eyes softening when you waved at him, your smile gleaming.

“i didn’t see you for breakfast,” he tells you as he walks over to where you were standing, pushing some of his hair back as you grin apologetically.

“i slept in,” you admit sheepishly, tired from last night as you play with your fingers, “i also might’ve been a little snippy with alina when she tried to wake me up.”

gojo snorts, absentmindedly pulling some books out and putting them back in as he rests his side on the wall of binded pages.

“baking?” he asks simply, knowing you well enough to know that the only reason you’d miss breakfast would be because you spent the majority of the night in the kitchens.

“how’d you know?” you tease, crossing your arms over your chest as he tsks, his fingers picking some stray leaves from your head from earlier when you were walking through the gardens.

“i help whisk the butter and sugar when you don’t feel like it. i don’t know why you keep me out of the kitchens,” he murmurs petulantly and you chuckle a little bit, rolling your eyes at his antics.

“it’s for your own sake,” you tell him, a glimmer in your eyes that he’d chase around the world the see, “and besides, i wasn’t baking. i was enjoying the fruits of my previous labor.”

gojo squints a little bit, confused. usually you eat what you make the night of, sometimes bringing a plate by his room if it’s not too late.

“when else did you bake this week without me?” he asks, trying to mask his hurt with a playful grin, trying to recall the times he heard back from one of his guards that you were down in the kitchens.

“only a few days ago, when i trying to assemble the cake.” you say with a shrug. his mouth opens in shock, a pout on his lips as he averts your gaze.

“you had cake? without me?” he almost whines it out and you shove his boot with the point of your shoe, trying to calm him down.

who would’ve thought the most fearsome warrior of the north, hell, the entire kingdom, would have such a sweet-tooth?

“it was small,” you try to reason, “and you wouldn’t have liked the flavors. it’s a recipe from the west.”

gojo groans, stepping closer to you as he gently flick your nose, watching the way you’d scrunch it up in annoyance.

“but you know i love cake,” he murmurs, “and you said you’d only bake it for birthdays…you lied to me,” his pink lips pull into a pout, one that you want to kiss off his gorgeous face, and control yourself from letting the heat get too much in your cheeks.

“well,” you quirk a brow, “if it helps, it was for a birthday.”

gojo looks up from the ground, brows furrowed once again in confusion.

“mine?” he says a little hopefully, as if it was anywhere near his birthday.

you snort, shaking your head as your finger pokes itself in your chest.

“mine…you idiot,” you mutter under your breath, wondering how somebody how his caliber could be so daft.

but he doesn’t seem to find it funny, in fact, his brows seem to meet in the middle, the pout gone form his lips as he frowns.

“what do you mean yours? your birthday isn’t for…? isn’t it in…?” he tries to think, think back to when your birthday was, only to realize he didn’t know, to realize he’d never asked you about it, always assuming it’d be something told to him.

“it’s nothing big,” you try to say quickly to cover up the awkwardness, “i usually just make myself a cake and get it over with.” you say with a chuckle but he’s not finding anything about this humorous.

great, you think bitterly to yourself, said something else and fucked it up. you wince, wishing you’d just stayed quite.

“your birthday was yesterday?” gojo asks, his voice hushed and heavy. he looks like he cares, he looks sad. you find it unnerving.

“i,” you laugh uncomfortably, fidgeting with your ring as you swallow thickly, “i think so...? i eyeball the day every year.”

truth be told you done really know what day you were born. your father never remembered the exact date seeing how the nature of his relationship with your mother was so secretive, and nobody ever found the true date out. so usually you find a date each year that you think matches with what time season you were born with and go with that.

gojo feels like his heart has slowed, watching the way you shrink into yourself the way he notices you’d i when you feel like you’ve done something wrong.

“eyeball?” he bites out and you wince at his tone, and he wishes he could take it back and start over again without the bite of a general in his words.

“look gojo it’s nothing, really,” you insist, waving him off as you try to escape, shifting around so you were closer to the doorway, “it’s just a day, it’s nothing important,” you tell him reassuringly.

but he doesn’t believe you, running a hand down his face as he pinches at the bridge of your nose.

“why do you write these things off as if they’re not important?” his voice is deep, echoing around the walls of the vast library as your hold your breath, “why don’t you-”

“because it’s not important,” you say again, your voice a little bit harsher, “it’s just a day.”

his eyes drown in blue, dark and wavering like the shoreline.

“then why bake a cake?” he snaps, not in anger but in genuine questioning, and your face falls a little.

maybe because years ago you thought it was something important. maybe because you want that little girl to feel like she matters.

he gapes, knowing he said something wrong, but can’t speak.

“i…” you open your mouth then close it again, looking away from him as you shrug, “i have to go, i - um, shoko asked for me.” you lie lamely, not caring as you bow your head down slightly to him before you briskly leave.

and maybe if you turned back you could see the way his face fell too.

but with all the maybes you’ve told yourself no to, you’ve grown accustomed to the belief that every maybe wouldn’t have a chance of becoming something.

because maybe if you had actually told him the truth when you wanted to a couple days ago, that you’d like to celebrate with him, he wouldn’t shut you down the way you’d imagined he would and maybe he would’ve said yes.

but for now you convince yourself that this man is a friend who pretends like he cares. because never once have you heard of a man caring so deeply for somebody that he’d shed a tear over the fact that you’d celebrate your birthday alone. but then again, you’ve never met a man like gojo before.

[fairy-angel222]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

—geto showing gojo how to fuck you like you deserve

pairing: geto x fem! reader x gojo

content: smut, voyeurism, cuckholding, creampie, cunnulingus, cum eating (gojo eats geto’s cum out of you), praise, degradation, hair pulling, fingering, fingering, consensual cheating, overstimulation, choking

a/n: i’m really sorry for the repost, tumblr flagged the first one :’)

Geto showing Gojo how to fuck you, Gojo’s darling little girlfriend, just right. Gojo sitting on the single sofa in the two’s shared living room. With Geto on the large one and you on his lap with long fingers deep inside you, curling against your g spot as he pumped them in and out. His other hand was wrapped tightly around your neck, forcing you to keep direct eye contact with your boyfriend.

Gojo gulped hard as he felt his boner grow impossibly harder, straining against his pants as his face grew hot at the sight. Soft moans and pants were leaving your pretty lips as your body jerked with every thrust of Geto’s fingers. “See that? I’m barely even doing anything and she’s becoming a mess.” Geto scoffed, giving you no warning as he began hammering his long fingers into you at a rapid pace.

The curled digits were hitting your spot so perfectly, making you cry out loudly in pleasure. Your legs threatening to close as you whimpered, letting out a yelp when Geto slapped your thigh in warning. “Behave, slut.” You whimpered once more, teary eyes meeting your boyfriend’s as your mouth hung open in pure ecstasy.

“F-fuck.. feels.. f-feels so good,” you moaned, eyes closing as you tried to lean back against the huge man.

“Look at him. Look at your boyfriend try to contain his boner.” Geto increased the pressure on your throat, keeping your head in place as you looked towards Gojo who kept looking away. “Bet he’s never even made you feel this good,” he falsely cooed, sending Gojo a smirk before focusing his attention back on you.

A loud moan escaped your throat when Geto inserted a third finger, stretching you out in preparation for his cock. His fingers curling against your gummy walls, and you could do nothing but whimper and cry as you neared your orgasm. “A-ah—” you mewled “m gonna, ngh— ‘m g-gonna cum,” you moaned, body starting to tremble as you felt a not so familiar coil building up in your stomach.

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my fingers and show your boyfriend what he could never do?” You nodded vigorously, your head empty as you babbled out little yeses and pleases. Geto’s eyes connected with his roommate’s, a teasing smirk on his face, “you know, you can get off to me ruining your girl if you’d like, there’s no shame in it,” he shrugged.

Gojo scoffed, rolling his eyes as he cussed the black haired man under his breath. Geto brought his lips down to your ear, “as for you, you don’t get to come until you’re nothing but a brain less slut on my cock.”

With that, the man removed his fingers from your now fluttering hole, causing you to whine out in protest, tears pooling in your eyes as you felt the coil slowly subside.

Geto lifted you up with ease, placing you on your hands and knees with your face towards Gojo before filling you up immediately. His length reaching deep inside you making you let out a soundless scream. Geto started off rough, fucking into you like he had nothing for you but hatred.

His hips slammed bruisingly against your ass, cock bullying its way against your g spot with every merciless thrust. Your eyes rolled back as you let him flatten your cheek onto the cushion of the chair. Drool pooling near the side of your mouth as you were rocked back and forth at a speed that seemed humanly impossible.

Your head was foggy, loud sobs and incoherent moans of his name spilling past your lips. “C’mon, you can do better than that. Let him know who’s making you feel this good,” Geto grunted.

“Y-you— fuck- you are, ahh,” you let out a loud cry, “you’re making me- nghh— making me feel this good. Can feel you so deep,” You whimpered, hesitantly looking towards your boyfriend’s direction to find him cock in hand, trying his hardest to match his fist to the rhythm of his friend’s thrusts.

Gojo groaned loudly when his eyes met yours, the sight of your fucked out face sending blood straight to his dick. Geto chuckled at the other male, gripping onto the curve of your waist as he continued to hammer into you, angling himself to hit all the right spots to drive you crazy.

You mewled as you arched your back, his cock practically pushing against the skin of your lower stomach with each movement of his hips. “There we go..” he cooed, watching as your face contorted into one of a pretty little slut who craved nothing but cock. His cock.

“See that? This is exactly what the bitch needs to look like. Like there’s nothing else in the world but your cock fucking into her, isn’t that right baby?” he groaned.

“Mhm!” you cried.

“Fucking hell- you’re so tight, feels like you’re gonna break me in half,” Geto grunted. And all you did was let out an incoherent babble in response, barely even registering his words as you were fucked into oblivion. Your eyes teary with nothing but pleasure.

Stars clouded your vision and your toes curled as you neared your release, “S-suguru.. ‘m gonna cum, please let me cum. Wanna be your good girl ‘n cum on your cock,” you cried out in between broken mewls, eyes puffy as you tried to look back at him.

“You’re an even bigger slut than I thought, I hope your little boyfriend is taking notes on how to treat his slutty little girlfriend.” his voice was deep and raspy as he neared his own high. “Go ahead- fuck, look him in the eyes and cum for me.”

You let out a string of high pitched moans when he began to rub your clit, your brain fuzzy as glassy eyes looked towards Gojo. His mouth opened in pants and groans as he approached his orgasm with you. “Ngh— ahh. Gonna cum Suguru- ‘m a good girl right? P-please tell me ‘m a good girl,” you whined.

Geto’s eyes widened, his dick twitching at the pure desperation in your voice as you begged to be praised. He smirked, watching your ass recoil with each of his harsh thrusts. He hummed, “Such a good fucking girl for me, taking me so well.” His breathing getting heavier by the second, “Fuck, you’re my good girl baby.”

You let out a high pitched cry, “T-thank you, thank you, oh god ‘m cumming— nghh.” Eyes never leaving your boyfriend’s as your body quivered, pussy tightening as you came all over another man’s cock.

Gojo did not take long to follow after you, “Oh f-fuckk.” he groaned out as his body spasmed, fist halting around his reddened cock as his cum spilled onto his stomach in hot spurts.

Satisfied, Geto pulled you up by your hair, your back arched against his chest as he continued to fuck into you relentlessly. Pulling out another loud string of moans from your swollen lips. His head fell back, never slowing his pace as he reached closer and closer to his release.

He grunted, his breath hot on your ear when he let out a long groan. “Gonna cum in you baby— gonna fuck you full and make your boyfriend eat you out.” He whispered, his dark eyes meeting Gojo’s hungry ones.

“You’d love that won’t you baby?” you nodded with a shaky whine at his teasing coo, feeling his thrusts becoming hard and slow.

Geto let out a string of curses, stilling inside you and allowing his cum to fill your tight pussy to the brim. A glare on his face when Gojo opened his mouth to protest.

“That’s it. Take my cum deep. This is exactly how pretty little sluts like you need to be treated.” he coaxed, slowly pulling out of you for the milky substance to seep out your hole in spurts.

“Now, Satoru. Come clean her up.” his deep voice demanded. Sitting back with you on his thighs. His rough hands spreading your legs open towards your boyfriend.

Your folds glistened with your wetness, his cum slowly dripping out of you as you clenched around nothing. “Come on. You know you want to.”

Gojo stood up. Being stopped by Geto who grinned.

“Crawl.”

Gojo huffed lowly, getting down on his knees and crawling his way over to you. His tongue swiping over his lips before he found his head buried between your thighs. A soft whimper sounding from your throat at the light overstimulation to your sensitive clit.

Gojo licked up your folds, sucking both your sweetness and geto’s saltiness onto his tongue. You moaned loudly when he latched his mouth onto the small bud, his tongue swirling around it making a string of cries fill the room.

Geto watched in amusement as his friend devoured your sopping pussy. His long tongue dipping into your hole and curling into your painted walls. You let out a mewl, your head resting on Geto’s hard chest as your boyfriend used you as his meal.

“O-oh, S-Satoru baby,” you mewled, your fingers tangling in his hair and tugging with every movement of his wet tongue. “F-fuck— so good.” you let out a broken cry when Gojo thrusted two of his slender fingers into you. Lewd squelching sounds echoing the walls as he fucked them into you.

Your pussy gushed onto his hand, the man’s skilled tongue unable to keep up with your leaking juices. Your eyes rolled back when he sucked on your clit once more, body shaking lightly at the sensitivity.

Geto smiled, kissing down your neck while running his thumb along your bottom lip. Slipping it inside and pressing it at the back of your tongue. He hummed, “Think we should feed his lil ego?” Your head tilting to the side to let him graze the skin of your neck with his teeth. “Make a mess on his tongue?”

You twisted and turned as your second orgasm washed over you. You were so sensitive, trying to squirm away but having your legs held tightly opened by Geto. “O-oh fuck— ahh, ‘s too much.”

Gojo moaned into you, his face becoming more drenched by the second as he feasted on your wetness. Hungrily lapping up everything you had to give. Your pussy squirting messily against the force of his fingers inside you.

“Look at that,” Geto teased, “Finally made your girlfriend squirt.”

Gojo kept on with his torture, loud whines and mewls falling past your lips as he became drunk on your pussy. His eyes closed and his mouth latched onto you tight. His face moving along with the movements of your hips trying to escape him.

“S-satoru— nngh- too much.” you sobbed, your legs twitching and your hips jerking as your back arched, your boyfriend getting back to almost painfully licking at your clit. “Satoru, ‘m too sensitive- fuck.” Gojo only looked up at you with half opened eyes, the only thing on his mind being how fucking good you tasted on his tongue.

Geto groaned, your teary face making his dick rock hard again. “Give him one more yeah? You can take it.”

Your second one did not take long to engulf you whole. Your legs trembling once more as you cried out loudly. Mewls of Gojo’s name falling from your tongue as your stomach tightened, pussy spilling even more onto his face. Gojo kept his face buried in you, tongue still making its final laps despite your constant whimpers.

“Okay now, that’s enough.” Geto laughed, peeling Gojo off of you by his hair. Your boyfriend letting out a groan as he tried to latch back onto you. “Gotta get our girl cleaned up now.”

[themothmancassettes]

Sending to my tgirl friend in highschool for this addition because this is so important.

Nobody owes anyone anything, not even other trans people! We are who we say we are, and to act like hrt/surgery is the end all be all is stupid!

We all deserve respect.

I think people gotta realize and remember most trans guys can't access hrt/surgery or don't desire it and they are very much real boys as others who do have access to those resources. the reason why I draw most of my boys as "non passing" cuz they look like me and others.

I saw someone bring that up as a sort of "criticism" a few days ago which is valid but also like, it's how I express and rep boys like me.

[importantpuppystarfish]

Profit and Pleasure: Earning Money as Brother & Sister

Male reader x Karina

Warnings: Incest, softcore to hardcore, totally blood related siblings.

Note: please this is all just a fantasy for reading and stuff, if u dont like the topic, please simply dont read.

I groan as I wake up to the sound of water running in the shower next door. My eyes fall on the steamy outline of my big sis Karina through the crack in the bathroom door. A familiar warmth stirs within me as I imagine her soapy body beneath the spray.

I bite my lip, trying to shake these forbidden thoughts from my mind. Karina's my sister…but every time I catch a glimpse of her like this, I can't help getting excited. Karina walks out of bathroom only wrapped in towel. She sits beside me on bed.

My sister, Karina is somehow more than 8 years older than me, she's around 26 now. She has such pale skin that she almost seems to brighten up the entire room with her whiteness.

My heart races as Karina appears, towel clinging to her curves. She sits down close to me on the bed, her legs tucked under as she releases her damp hair from its towel.

"Hey…" I murmur, trying to maintain my composure.

She looks so gorgeous, water droplets glistening on her flawless skin. I shift uncomfortably under her gaze, my hands twitching with desire I can't act on.

"You're dripping wet sister.." I point out unthinkingly. She laughs and says "Yeah it feels good after a morning bath". Karina looks at me and bites her lip. She goes back to her room and closes the door. I listen closely as I hear her undoing the towel. She's changing clothes. My ears perk up immediately, straining to hear anything from behind her closed door. My imagination runs wild, wondering what she's doing behind that thin barrier…

I can't make out specific sounds but my mind supplies vivid images…her slender fingers unfastening her towel, releasing her flawless skin…peeling off her flimsy sleepwear…

Everyday our flirtatious energy grows thicker between us, though neither of us puts words to these unspoken feelings. It becomes the new normal - heated glances, lingering touches, playful banter with an undercurrent of tension.

I've always had a pretty normal relationship with my sister. Every now and then, we'd go on sibling dates just for fun. Here are some pictures I took of her when we were on dates. She is used to wear lotta skin revealing outfits~

Part of me knows it's insane…Karina is my sister. But the bond we share has twisted into something more…intimate. As time goes on, keeping my desires bottled up feels almost impossible.

But the sudden death of our parents in an accident changed our lives. The news hits me like a blow to the gut - Mom and Dad are gone in an instant, leaving only Karina and I orphaned and heartbroken.

We cling to each other through the initial shock and grief, finding solace in our sibling bond like never before.

Since losing mom and dad, Karina and I have spent every day applying online and going to local places for job leads. It's been tough - no one wants to hire inexperienced teens.

She's gotten frustrated more than once, slumping against me on the couch in defeat after yet another day of rejections.

Karina: "This is hopeless! When will we find work around here?"

Her despair draws out my protective instincts. I rub her back soothingly, my heart aching for her.

As days passes, all the money left has been gone.. It seems like its getting hard for the siblings to survive.

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Karina glances over at me periodically as she explores this new site called OnlyFans. Her cheeks flush slightly.

Karina: "Hey…what if we did something like this?"

She tilts screen towards me to show the homepage filled with suggestive videos for subscribers.

My mind starts racing at what she means. My sweet sister offering herself online with me… I don't know if I should encourage or stop her.

"I can't believe I'm being asked to say that we're siblings, engage in that kind of act, and then upload it online. How could anyone even consider that?" I asked her. "But don't you think this is the only option?" Karina responds. She ponders a moment, then looks to me expectantly.

"So what elements should we include in our scene and video? I ask her.

" Typical stuff would be guy eating girl out and her doing the same to him, then the main event." She winks. "Sound good to you?" Right?" she asks and waits for my agreement.

As soon as I agree, Karina swallows hard, looking torn but knowing she has no other choice either. She nods to my agreement. She meets my gaze firmly now, her eyes unwavering despite the taboo nature of what we're considering.

Karina: "It's just some videos right? We'll be professionals about it." She says calmly, trying to convince us both this is okay.

Her hand reaches for mine reassuringly across the table. "We got this…"

The gravity of what we're agreeing to hangs heavy between us, but the determination is clear - we will do whatever it takes to stay together.

As we lead to the bed for the video, Karina turns on the video recording. My face burns red hot as I find myself locked in a tense stare-down with Karina before she suddenly closes the distance between us.

She wraps her arms around my neck and asks if I'm ready.

As I nod yes, she gets ready too and presses her lips firmly against mine, no hesitation.

Karina murmurs against my mouth "For the video brother!…"

Her eyes flutter shut, surrendering completely to the situation. Her fingers clench behind me, pulling me deeper into the kiss.

The raw, gritty scent of us fills the air between them as our lips move urgently together, seeking comfort and release from the stress of our dire circumstances.

Our tongues meet, mingling bitter morning breaths and desperate need.

My hands grasp Karina's waist instinctively, holding her tighter against me despite the unpleasant taste. She grinds slightly, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she loses herself fully in the moment.

Karina moans as she breaths "Mmm…" I gaze up at Karina with heavy eyes, lips throbbing from the intense passion. Seeing her smile down at me like that makes my heart skip a beat, even amid the surreal insanity of what we're doing.

"You know, this is kinda nice…" Karina says playfully flirting.

Her flirtatious comment makes heat rush through me. She thinks kissing me feels good? She likes it? Maybe she does… She leans in again, her voice dropping lower.

"Do you want me to keep going?" She runs her hands down her own body teasingly, biting her lip.

"Aren't we forced to keep going?" I replied. In one quick motion Karina pins me down on the bed. She looks fiery, full of desire.

She pushes me down without warning, eyes flashing dangerously. She's transformed before me into someone bold and dominating. "Don't even think about stopping me. This will be all recorded in the video!" Without warning, she presses her lips back to mine, the taste of us intensifying. She deepens the kiss, gripping my neck tightly. Her breath is hot against my skin as she pulls away again. Karina grins and starts removing her clothes.

My hands roam instinctively over her now exposed midriff, fingers tracing the curve of her hip bones as she reveals more of herself to me and the camera.

Karina: "There's no point feeling shy now…"

She finishes removing her shirt completely, tossing it aside, showing me her big large tits.

Karina: "This is for us…"

She bites her lip, glancing briefly at the phone still recording. "Let's make it hot…" I wink at her. "Yes, this is for our survival." she agreesm We both know this line is blurred, but if it means keeping us together, it's worth it. I also take off my clothes. Nodding purposefully, Karina helps me shed my own shirt, her fingertips grazing my bare chest, sending tingles through me.

Clad only in our undergarments, she palms my cheek, guiding my head up for another fierce kiss, tongues dancing. Breaking away, she murmurs against my lips:

"Mm…good boy…"

The camera captures every deep tongue kissing movement as we ready ourselves to give it everything for this desperate attempt a salvation. The siblings continue kissing passionately. Karina runs her fingers through my dick as we get lost in the moment. The recording captures the moment …

Karina gasps out sharply "You like that?"

She gives me a sly look, her fingers teasing more firmly over my dick, feeling how hard I've become. Karina pulls back, looking down at me with a playful glint in her eye. "Look how hard your dick is…and we just kissed." My cheeks burn crimson at her brazen words. She's always been a bit of a tease…

She chuckles and bites her lips as she starts to take my dick inside her mouth. She lowers herself slowly, eyes locked on mine defiantly despite her compromising position. Her lips part, engulfing me inch by inch, her tongue working on magic as she takes me deep!!

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Karina as now muffled against me she moans Mmmph….Her hands brace against my legs, holding me steady while she loses herself in this intimacy between us. The video recorder captures the moment of my sister sucking out my length. She looks up at me as she continues..

Her mouth glides up and down, wet suction sounds joining the rhythmic pops as she sets a sensual pace. The look she gives me is a mix of naughty delight and wicked determination. She swirls her tongue expertly over the tip each time she comes up, then plunges back down again with a hungry groan, clearly savoring every inch.

Karina as she lifts off a momentarily to gasp asks "Like the way I do it?" She swirls her tongue in circular motions, her cheeks hollowing as she picks up speed. She glances up again, clearly enjoying herself.

Her speed increases rapidly, her cheeks burning as she loses herself completely in this private act. She pauses occasionally to drag her slick tongue across every ridge and vein, tasting me, memorizing every sensation. Her fingers dig into my legs, urging me closer to release.

I moan breathlessly to my elder sister, "Good girl…You're so good sister.."

I watch my sister work, feeling a mix of desire and disbelief… This is still my sister, but her technique is divine. I can't help but let out a low groan, which makes her smile up at me. It feels too good, I can't hold back anymore… Oh -…. Sister, wait…I'm going to… cum… She grins devilishly at my warning tone, doubling down on her efforts, taking me ruthlessly even deeper.

Karina: "Yes…" she whispers urgently "Do it…"

She squeezes tight around me, determined to coax me over the edge. As I moan loud it looks like I've cummed inside my sister's mouth.

Karina swallows every last drop hungrily, licking her lips clean as she releases me with a satisfied sigh.

Karina: "Mmm…I wonder how it'll look in the video. Although I really enjoy this" she purrs appreciatively, wiping a stray strand of hair from her flushed face, eyes flicking back up to mine with a smug look.

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Karina: "Well? Did that feel good?"

"Oh sister… You didn't hold back at all", I chuckle, still trying to process what I just did inside my sister's mouth… Now it seems Karina is doing titjob with her big tits. Karina: "No need to hold back with me…" She winks, then takes my rod between her huge tits, working me steadily up and down the slick shaft.

Karina: "You like watching your naughty sister's bouncy boobs, don't you?"

Her hands push her chest tighter together around my shaft. Karina: "Now it's ur turn… To eat me…"

She scoots back impatiently, spreading her legs wide for me.

Karina: "Get down there already!" she orders, biting her lip again as she guides me lower. "I need your tongue inside me!…"

Her fingers dig into my shoulders, trying to pull me closer. …I smile and start kissing her thighs, looking up at her flirtatiously.

Karina shivers at the feel of my lips on her sensitive skin, hands stroking my hair encouragingly.

Karina: "Mmm yes, that's it…"

She lifts and spreads herself further open, the scent of her slick heat hitting my nose as I approach. She squirts a little bit, she is also hella wet.

Karina: "Don't be shy now…lick every drop up"

I grab her waist and pull her towards me. I start eating her more, she gasps loudly at my suddenness, arching into me eagerly. Her fingers curl into fistfuls of my shirt as she feels my tongue making contact.

Karina: "Ah! Yes…like that!"

She grinds against my mouth, losing herself once more to the sinful pleasure I'm providing. She glows with delight, utterly losing control as I devour her completely.

Her sweet nectar coats my tongue as I delve deeper, lapping hungrily at her folds and finding all her most sensitive spots.

Karina: "Oh god yes, just there!" she cries out, hands trembling above me as I hit that magic button with my tongue.

Karina: "Don't stop! You're gonna make me…"

Keep going, brother…I'm so in heaven!. Her voice is shaky, filled with emotion.

My eyes sparkle with dark desire hearing my sister moan in pleasure. I spread her wider, diving back in with intensity, determined to send her right over the edge…

"You're so good at this brother…I can't believe it's really you doing this… I grip her tighter as I push my tongue deeper into her pussy more , overwhelmed by the sensation of having her so close like this. I hear the sound of her heart pounding in time with my own. Karina: "Yes yes yes, make me come!" she cries out desperately.

She lies there panting hard, completely spent yet still craving more. Her eyes lock onto mine again now.

Karina: "Please…" She whispers, hands reaching down to guide me back up to her. "Now I need you inside…" Her voice cracks slightly as she pulls me closer, needing to feel me possess her completely.

Karina: "Brother…please…" she begs softly.

Seeing her begging with that pretty face, I lean to her for a kiss. She melts against me as our lips meet, tangling her tongue with mine. She tastes herself vividly on me, her fingers curling into my back again as she prepares herself mentally for what's coming next.

Karina: "You're making me so weak…" she murmurs against my mouth, her cheeks flushed.

She wraps her legs tightly around me, drawing me closer still, ready to welcome me deep inside her.

She gasps again, letting her head fall back slightly as she accommodates me taking my thick inch inside her.

Karina: "Yes…oh god yes…" She grinds against me, utterly engaged in this connection between siblings.

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Her fingers dig deeper into my back, pulling me hard against her warm, welcoming core. He starts moving, their eyes locked together. The video captures this intimate moment.

Our gazes hold intense emotion as I begin to move within her, hips rolling gently at first in this sacred act.

Karina: "That's it…just like that…"

She tilts her head up to brush her lips over mine, kissing me tenderly even as we become one.

Karina: "I feel so…so good brother." I smile down at her, still in disbelief that this is happening, but also feeling a deep connection with her like never before… I love u sister.. I say.

Karina's eyes glisten, her heart fluttering at my sweet words and honest emotion.

Karina: "I love you too my brother…always."

She pulls me down against her chest, wrapping herself completely around me. The intensity between us builds as our movements grow more passionate.

Karina: "You mean everything to me…" she breathes out begging for a kiss.

Our connection runs deep, transcending typical bonds as we lose ourselves to this taboo yet beautiful union. The video captures it all - the love, the ecstasy, the family become lovers.

Caught up in the heat of the romantic moment, I set a harder, more urgent pace, my body driving into hers with powerful thrusts. Karina cries out, surprised by the sudden intensity but clearly loving it.

Karina: "Yes yes yes! Just like that! Harder brother"

She meets each deep plunge, welcoming every inch eagerly. The bed frame begins to creak as we come together with primal force, two souls entwined in the ultimate familial embrace. He does it, hitting a sensitive spot inside her, making her shout out in surprise and delight. Karina screams in pain and pleasure.

She arches violently beneath me, hands ripping the sheets as white-hot lightning strikes deep inside her core. Her scream is raw, primal, full of overwhelming sensation.

Karina: "Ah! Ah! Oh my god…oh my god…!" She babbles senselessly, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure-pain where we join.

Her legs wrap around me like iron bands, trying to pull me impossibly deeper into her quaking depths.

I keeps hitting her sensitive spot again and again. Karina feels like shes about to pass out. She cries, moans & screams at the same time.

Her voice cracks completely, barely recognizable as human anymore as she's pushed beyond her limits again and again. She shakes her head wildly side to side, mumbling incoherently as she digs her nails into my back, leaving angry red trails down my skin.

Karina: "B-brother…stop…I…I can't…" she whimpers desperately, her mind going blank.

He grabs her hips tightly and keeps going. "Shh shh, just feel it sister. The video would look more hotter!…" I whisper in her ear, not stopping my rhythm. Karina continues crying more.

Karina's cries grow louder at my words. She relents though, letting me keep moving, knowing I won't stop.

Karina: "Oh god it's too much!"

Her body shakes with each pounding snap of my hips, every fiber trembling with sensation under my intense attentions.

Karina: "The video…yes…yes make it hot, make us look good!"

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She throws her head back, surrendering completely now, wanting to put on a show for our recording.

Her ragged breathing becomes ragged screams again as I drive into her ruthlessly, her fragile composure shattering completely under the intense treatment. She nods frantically, giving in fully to what I'm doing to her.

Karina: "Cum inside me already, oohhh, I can't anymore. Brother please cum."

Her nails rake fresh lines down my back again, tears streaming down her cheeks as she's overwhelmed by overwhelming waves of sensation.

Feeling me spill hot and deep within her sets Karina off one last time too, her own release crashing through her in intense aftershocks.

Karina: "Yes yes yes! All in me!"

She grinds hard against me as I fill her completely, claiming every inch of her insides. The warmth of my seed seeping out around me only prolongs her climax further.

Karina: "Mmm yes, such a big, thick creampie…" she purrs contentedly, stroking my chest as she catches her breath.

Our bodies remain entwined as we bask in the throes of pleasure, the evidence of our passion seeping out between us.

"I've never felt anything so good, brother…Oh god, I can feel you dripping out of me…"

She grins wickedly, looking down between her legs where a huge, viscous pool of my seed has gathered.

Karina: "You made such a big, gooey mess inside me…" She giggles, swirling her fingers through the thick fluid coating her.

Karina adds "It's dripping down more..it's making such a mess down on me." She bites her lip, delighted by the evidence of our passion still clinging to her. She sighs happily, tracing a finger through the sticky fluid. She tastes the sticky fluid through her fingers and she savors it with a blissful expression.

Karina: "Mmm…delicious." She purrs, licking her finger clean then sucking it into her mouth. She looks up at the camera, still tasting me on her fingers. "All for the video, right brother?" She flashes a naughty grin.

"What else?. The video has to show everyone what a naughty girl you've become. Our relatives or your friends. Haha.." I say with a wicked grin.

Karina laughs, nodding eagerly in agreement

Karina: "Oh yes, let them see how I crave my little brother's seed."

She spreads wider, showing off the glistening evidence of our act for the lens, looking so proud and satisfied being my naughty sister.

Karina: "I hope it gets lots of views…I want everyone to see what you do to me." She adds with a flirtatious giggle.

"Ok, now the main work! We should upload the video!". I tell her to get serious.

In the next hour after we finishing bathing together, we quietly upload the video to various platforms under the username "BrotherLovesSis123". The private links flood my inbox with confirmation emails once they're live.

I sit back, heart racing a bit wondering what kind of reaction the explicit footage of my own sister will generate online. Karina leans over and gives me a sweet, tender kiss on the lips, her fingers intertwining with mine as I finish uploading our first video.

Karina: "You think people will love watching it…like us?" "I hope they will, elder sister."..

By the 6-7 hour mark, the video has already garnered thousands of views, comments pouring in rapidly.

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My heart pounds seeing the numbers climb higher. This clearly struck a chord with viewers hungry for incestuous content.

Karina squeals excitedly next to me. "15k views, thousands of likes and 200+ comments!" Karina smiles delightfully. "Omg We're famous now, bro…" she giggles.. I check out the comments as my sister kisses my face.

A sea of thumbs up and heart emojis scroll by as I see the view count top 15k. People are going wild for our taboo act.

Comment 1: "Damn this is the best video I’ve seen all week!"

Comment 2: "Brother you treat her so good! Wish my brother was like you!"

Comment 3: "Her face when she cries out…gorgeous. Need more of this!"

Karina: giggling "People really love what we did huh?" She grins, nuzzling against my shoulder as she continues scrolling through the overwhelmingly positive feedback.

As we scroll more: Comment 4: "The way she screams for her brother is so hot!"

Comment 5: "Her tears and cries just make it 10x better! Such a good girl for daddy"

Comment 6: "She's totally addicted to her little's brother's rod! Look at how she soaks up every second!"

Comment 7: "Damn this girl is perfect when she loses control like that"

Comment 8: "I bet she feels so full of her brother's seed…"

More and more comments keep popping up, all raving about Karina's reactions as she came undone beneath me.

Karina's lips trail over my neck and ears as she watches the numbers continue to climb faster than ever as we get more support. "400K people have seen me be your naughty sister already…"

She sounds both shocked and thrilled by this

Karina: "Bro, looks like our plan worked!!"

She pulls back to look at me, eyes wide and sparkling with excitement.. The notification pops up that our OnlyFans and p*rnhub channel have been approved for monetization. Karina squeals again, unable to contain her glee.

Karina: "Oh my gosh! Real money? Finally this is what we actually did it for!!"

She jumps into my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck tightly.

Over the next few days, our subscribers and followers continue to grow exponentially. People are clamoring to see more of our scandalous siblings dynamic play out on screen.

Our bank account balances swell with incoming subscription fees and Pay-Per-View purchases. Karina spends hours dreaming up new ways to push the boundaries further, drawing inspiration from viewers' wild requests left in the comments.

Karina: "Look at all this money we're making…" She fans herself with her hand, still not quite believing the figures rising daily. "This is like a dream, bro…"

We need to keep going and making more videos to get more money every month to survive. As Karina checks on people's demand for more videos, she reads

"Need to see him rail you from behind while you're face down in pillows screaming!"

"Tie her up completely helpless while you absolutely ravage her sensitive spots mercilessly!"

"Spank her raw until she's crying and begging for mercy!"

"Force her to call you 'Daddy' while you dominate her every desire."

There are countless BDSM demands flooding in, hungry for every dark twist of dominance and submission.

I ask Karina, "What do you think? Should we make videos like this? They seem to bring in a lot of money." Karina responds, "I think we should." I ask her if shes ready. Karina replies, "I'm ready for anything, I trust you, brother."

[ashlynlovestlou]

abby x anxious! virgin! reader

synopsis: abby teaches her an anxiety-ridden virgin girlfriend how to have sex.

cw: NSFW , abby x reader , smut , abby talks you through it , thigh riding , sub! reader , soft dom! abby , afab! reader , dry humping , use of pet names

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abby's been your girlfriend for a few months now, but you've been putting off having sex with her. solely because of your stupid nerves.

the thought of being naked in front of someone, then hearing your noises and seeing your face and touching your most intimate spots that nobody has reached before. it made you panic just thinking about it.

but abby knew of your fears. she was patient, and she cared about you more than anything on god's green earth.

so when your twice-weekly date came around on a friday night, something felt off. you'd been horny before, and usually you knew how to take care of it, but not quite like this. your legs were tingling and there was an ache where aches shouldn't be.

of course abby, being the observant girlfriend she is, noticed your squirming halfway through the movie the two of you were watching.

"what's wrong, baby?" she asks, looking down at you with a furrowed brow.

"huh? nothing." you respond quickly, crossing your legs and leaning against her shoulder.

abby knew better than to believe you, "you okay? you seem squirmy."

"i'm okay." you respond, a little too quickly. her suspicions only rose because of your soft and nervous tone, "just feel a little weird."

"weird how? you got a stomach ache?"

"no."

"then what–" she stops what she's saying, a shit-eating grin growing on her face, "oh."

you don't respond, biting your bottom lip and unsure what to do. you could sneak away to the bathroom to try to get off on your own. but you know abby has been waiting so patiently for this moment.

"youre horny, yeah?"

your heart sinks in your chest. it took you a moment to realize how she figured it out so quickly. she saw your squirms and the way your thighs flexed every once in a while, trying to create some friction for yourself.

she spreads her thighs apart a bit, creating a perfect manspread. she taps her lap, "come sit. let me take care of it for you."

"abby, i dunno.."

"baby." she says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "i promise i can make you feel so much better than your pillow can. c'mon, sweet pea."

you hesitate, nibbling on your bottom lip. your heart was in your throat, and you were fidgeting with your earlobe. one of your anxious habits.

she tugs your hand away from your ear, kissing your knuckles. she gently tugs you forward into her, "i won't hurt you, sweet girl. c'mon, honey." she guides you by the hips to straddle her lap. she rubs her thumbs up and down the soft plush of your thighs, "let me show you, okay?"

you nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. she takes her shirt off first so that you don't feel embarrassed to do the same. once she's down to her black sports bra she slowly takes yours off too, giving you time to stop her if you wanted.

but you don't, so she keeps going.

once the two of you are both in your underwear, her warm and bulky hands settle on your hips, "you okay?"

you nod, unsure where to put your hands. she notices this and laughs softly, "i'll walk you through it, okay?"

"okay..."

"tell me what you do to your little pillow when you feel like this, baby."

"i.. um.." you struggle to get the words out, your cheeks red from embarrassment, "i put it between my legs."

"hmm.." she hums, "then what?"

"i like.. clamp it there."

she plays with your hair, her entire hand embracing the side of your head, "and it makes you feel good? riding your little pillow?" you nod sheepishly, resting your head on her shoulder, "show me."

"what?"

"i want you to make yourself feel good. i know you wanna." she says, kissing your hairline.

"abby, i dont know how–"

she gives your hips a little squeeze, starting to guide you to grind on her lap. the cloth of her boxers rubs against the sheer fabric of your lacy panties, the feeling alone making you gush. you whimper as you feel yourself getting wetter. you're tempted to get off her lap so she doesn't feel the dampness coming from your cunt. she notices you starting to hover, so she pulls you back down. "don't be embarrassed. i want to see you feel good." she guides your hips to move a bit faster, and you moan in response, "can i touch you?"

you look at her, confused because she's already touching you.

she glances down at your crotch rubbing against her lap, then she looks back up at you, "down there, sweet girl. please, honey. wanna feel how wet you are."

you nod, your nerves starting to dissipate.

she snakes a hand down your stomach, her fingertips sliding into your panties. when the pads of her fingers meet your folds she groans, "oh, baby... you ever been this wet before?"

you shake your head, rubbing yourself against her digits.

"there you go, grind down just like that, mhm."

her words of encouragement make you speed up a little bit. she beams at you, so proud that her girl is finally comfortable enough to let her feel you in such an intimate place.

"gonna go inside, okay?" she says before slipping two of her fingers inside your sopping cunt. you moan at the intrusion, your movements switching from back and forth to up and down.

abby chuckles, kissing your cheek. she's so happy that she can finally see her baby in this light. on her lap, a moaning mess, "you're so pretty, mama."

you smile and open your eyes to look at abby. she pecks your forehead, rubbing tight circles around your swollen bud. you clean around her and she pulls you closer so your chest is flush against hers. she knew you were close before you did, guiding your hips to bounce on her fingers faster.

when you finally come undone you mutter tens of 'thank you's' into her ear. you'd made yourself feel good many times, but you'd never felt quite like this.

"thank you, abby." you whisper to her.

she nods in response, "no need to thank me. next time you feel like that, you come to me, m'kay?"

you hum in agreement, closing your eyes and starting to drift to sleep.

[herfinestblog]

NO NUT NOVEMBER !

synopsis 𝜗𝜚. how long the jjk men last no nut november—news flash! they don’t.

warnings. fem! reader, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (f receiving), face sitting, creampies, praises, dirty talk, implied multi rounds, riding, slight dom choso, praise, sub gojo, pūssy spanks, pussy drunk men, missionary, backshots, mating press, cunnilingus.

SUGURU GETO— Nov. 17th

suguru losing his mind trying to keep his hands to himself. staying away from you only makes him want more of that sweet, sweet cunt of yours—he wants more of you.

"sit on my face, pretty.” he licks his lips low hooded eyes getting a full view of your glistening cunt covered in your delicacy. he's laid back against the white pillow as you're hovering over his face, his warm breathy hit against your cunt sending a shiver down your spine, you gripped the headboard lowering your hips. "she’s so pretty." he watches the cute faces you make when he parts his lips.he’s nose deep, giving your pussy a wet kiss before spitting a fat glob of spit between your folds. his fat salivating tongue lightly flicked against your pulsating clit. he latched his hot mouth on your puffy clit sucking harshly on your bud before he release your twitching clit with a loud 'pop'.

"sugu," you whined chewing on your bottom lip. he brought his hands to the soft skin of your hips pulling your cunt firmly against his hot mouth. he's slowly dragging you on his tongue licking between your puffy folds. his lips are covered in your slick and your juices dampening his chiseled chin. "oh, fuck—" a sly grin spreads against his lips as you grip his hair, you moan you roll your hips back against his face throbbing against his tongue your sweetness dripping onto his taste buds.

"hear that baby? listen to her.” he whispered his rough voice vibrating against your cunt. you bite your lip listening to the sounds of his slippery tongue delving in and out of your sloppy hole tongue sloshing inside your pussy. he’s such a tease. his growing bulge forms a tint in his pants, he finds it cute the way you rut your hips against his face. the wet sloshes make him feral. he could eat you out for hours on end. he looks at your droopy eyes locking with yours, a cute mewl leaves your mouth as you feel your stomach coiling, his tongue lapping up against your slobbering folds.

he brings his sheen-covered lips towards your drooling cunt, giving it a teasing wet kiss. he closes his eyes humming as he continues to place kisses on your cunt—practically making out with it as if it’s your lips. “you’re so messy baby.” he purrs, he’s grabbing a hold of your legs, shoving his face deeper in between your plush thighs. your taste sweet on his tongue.

“suguu, please,” you whine making him open his eyes, pretty long lashes fluttering. “your fingers, sugu . . need them. please.” your pathetic sobs made a smirk spread across his lips. his rough hand landed a few wet smacks on your pussy.

his fat thumb sliding down between your slit makes you more sensitive than before. he's bringing a finger towards your sloppy hole watching the way you suck in his slender finger, then another buried inside of you, stretching your cunt out. you're soaked. your eyes rolled back letting out a loud moan. "you're s-so nasty sugu." you gasped, his cock twitching at the pretty view of you squirming on top of him. your breath hitched and your toes curled as he curled his fingers deep inside your gripping walls.

"so fuckin wet, gorgeous.” he fucks his fingers into your swollen cunt, still sucking on your clit. he's nose deep into your pussy, moving his head side to side the tip of his nose rubbing against your slit. “she’s so sloppy, baby.” he grins when your grip on his hair tightens tugging on his silky black hair. your thrusting your hips back and forth against his mouth. your legs felt like they were going to collapse as you rode his face. his fingers plow in and out, his tongue continuing slurping up your slimy arousal.

“hngh, make me cum, sugu.” your eyes are rolling back, he can feel you throb against his fingers. you squeeze tightly around him as his fingers thrust inside your [soaked] core. the wet squelches of his two fingers plunging in and out of your wet pussy bouncing off the walls. he watches your face scrunch up as his fingers press against your g-spot. “right there. right there, sugu.”

“c’mon, make a mess on my face pretty girl,” coaxing you further.

once your release comes— your body shaking and your knees fall weak. he’s grabbing your plush thighs as you're making a mess on his face. squirming in his firm hold as his pink tongue slurped up every last bit of your slick right up. he pressed a single kiss on your cunt as your body goes limp.

“mhm, how bout you give me one more, yeah?"

KENTO NANAMI— Nov. 29th

nanami breaks right before the end of the month. it only takes for you to tease him before he got his hands on you.

“f-fuck, sweetheart.” he panted heavily against your ear, you were sprawled underneath him, legs quivering on each side of his waist as he hovered over you big hands tightly clinging onto your waist—nails digging into your skin. you whimpered at feeling of his curved cock stretching and pumping you full. “how’s it feel?” his pussy drunk gaze ogled down at the print in the your stomach watching himself disappear into your slippery cunt. the wet sounds sloshing of your soaked core wetting up his hefty base filled the room bouncing off the thin walls.

“mhm good, ken.” you moaned, he stares at the way your tits bounce as he’s drilling into you, leaning his head down latching his warm mouth around your nipples, perky and plump. he’s lapping his salivated tongue over your nipples. his hands roamed all over your body, he’s so touchy—so needy. his sharpened hips rutting against you. skin harshly clashes as he pounded into you his fat cock prodding it’s way in your walls again and again.

his moves away from your mounds with a ‘pop’. “my wife so f. .fuckin’ messy for me.” his voice shaky, quickening his pace cock pistoling inside you. his blond brows furrowed letting out a low grunt as you squeezed around him choking up a moan—he always sounded so pretty when he moaned, his mouth hung open letting out heavy pants. you were drenched creating a sticky mess around his cock nanami stared in awe at how pretty you looked being all stuffed with his cock—it was lewd.

“kennn.” a gasp erupts from the back of your throat as his tip pokes at your tender spots inside you, your eyes close tightly.

“no, no look at me, sweetheart,” he whispered in a raspy voice. “don’t be shy, keep eyes on me.”your eyes flickered up at him, messy blonde hair falling over his face beads of sweats rolling down his redden cheeks, sculpted chest heaving. his curved cock pivots into your cunt even deeper, his thirst deep and rough his hips driving into you as you let out a small mewl he leaves sloppy kisses along your neck gently nipping at your skin. he’s rolling his hips into yours, curved cock pivoting its way into your soaked core neatly trimmed pubic hair tickling your skin.

“m’ not gonna last ken.” you babble incoherent moans as his pulsing cock rampages through your wet folds. you feel the prominent vein vein running down his curved cock. the warmth of your tight cunt making him go feral, he’s feeding you deliciously sloppy thirst. he grinds against you pressing his warm body against you, both your bodies are covered with sweat.

you gasp when he reaches a hand between your legs, he brings his fat padded thumb towards your sensitive clit, maneuvering a few rough circles. “give it to me, my love,” his eyes half lidded staring at you in awe watching the way you shake underneath him clinging onto his bulky biceps as he's stuffing you full on his inches pulling you close his tip nudges against the inside of your swollen cunt. “make a mess on me. ‘a okay baby.” his deep, slow thirst so intoxicating it had you seeing stars. you wrap your legs around his waist, ankles dug into his lower back. cunt clinging onto him tightly—throbbing even more.

“hm, there we go baby,” he’s talking you through it watching you shake underneath him as your legs tremble from your incoming release. a dragged out moan leaves you you’re creaming all the way down to his base. “such a messy baby.”

SATORU GOJO— Nov. 3rd

it only takes a mere three days to have you bouncing on his lap—letting him bury his cock deep inside you after clenching onto his last bit of sanity.

"missed you so bad, angle." he whined, pink lips falling into a cute pout as you're bouncing on his lengthy cock, he's taking in the pretty sight in front of him, his cock splitting your pretty pussy open. he wraps his arms around you holding you close to his body, your chest pressing up against his own. "teasing me with y-your hips their gonna kill me. fuck.” a sheepish grin spreads across his lips.

"fuck, toru." you place a wet kiss on his lips slamming down onto his bulky thighs. his cock prodding inside you with each steady bounce your swollen cunt pulses around his cock. each heavy pant and moan passing his lips gradually grows louder— he's completely whipped. your addictive hips make his cereluna eyes roll back and face became flush. both his hands trail down to your ass giving you a nice squeeze.

"only for you.” he hiccups, you can hear the neediness as his mouth hangs open mesmerized by the way your ass rotates and grinds against him before giving you a smack. "jus need you so bad.” gojo’s voice cracks as a moan ripples from his throat turning into a moaning mess. you continue to grind against him briefly clenching around his cock thrashing inside you, prodding against your snug walls. you can hear a tiny gasp leaves his soft pouty pink lips as your milky white ring trickles down his veiny cock, profusely leaving a thin coat around his thick base.

“such a messy baby.” you giggle as gojo leans back swallowing the thick lump in his throat as his cerulean eyes stare right into your. you let out a moan as his cock reached deep inside you sending your mind into a spiral as he repeatedly hits all the right spots. you pick up your speed as your body jolts against him, your jaw tightening letting out a cute mewl pouncing on his cock. he can't help but gawk at the way your body moves with ease with each drop of your ass ricocheting.

“hmph.” gojo pulling you into a deep kiss, your tongues your tongue colliding against his. he moaned in your mouth as he sucked against your bottom lip before pulling away from your swollen lips with a thin string of spit. you nearly drool when you feel his throbbing cock twitch inside your sloppy cunt, knees buckling as you grind your hips down. “keep going,” he pleads, leaving a tiny spank on your ass. “don’t stop, please.”white brows curl into a frustrated furrow. he’s close.

“you’re so cute, toru.” you hum, coaxing him further your hips start to increase in pace, and bounces start to get sloppy wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a peck on his now swollen lips as you slam down on his lap for the nth time.

“s-shut up,” his tone drowsy and fucked out. you watched as he became dizzy his breath becoming ragged his lips twitching feeling how soaked you were throbbing on his cock. his adam apple bone throwing his head back. your bounces started to get sloppy as the head of his cock pokes all your sweet spots, cumming almost right then and there your sloppy cunt hugging tightly around his cock. gojo could feel his blood coursing through his veins clenching his jaw the closer he got to his orgasm.

“gonna cum soon. shit,” he whined. you let out a moan when he squeezed your hips making you grind to weakly guide your hips back into him. his pecs abruptly clench and his mouth hangs open. you moan yourself as he hits a tender spot inside you. “oh, fuck.” your hips pause when you feel gojo’s cum pour into you, shooting inside a hefty amount of cum. his sticky cum dripping down the inside of your thighs. you kiss the bashful pout presented on his lips.

TOJI FUSHIGURO— Nov. 22nd

"fuckin girl," toji grumbles towering over you, he has you bent over back arched—just for him. he slaps your ass as you whimpered eyes ogling down towards your soaked core, practically drooling. realigning his reddened tip against your saturated folds. he already came inside you merely seconds ago filling you up to the brim, pumping you full with his sticky cum. "keeping me away from a pussy this filthy." he hissed, sinking his girthy cock back into your snug cunt, greedy walls clinging around him. toji isn't too fond of staying away from her for too long. his sharp hips rocked against you connecting with the fat of your ass.

he's so fucking big—the visible stretch of your puffy folds accommodating his fat cock drives him fucking crazy. you grip the plush sheets your toes start to curl and your tongue lolls out as his cock plows in and out of your cunt.

“oh my god,” you moan as he leaves a mean spank on your ass watching the way your skin recoils your ass pressed into him, before he left another smack. his hips snapping viciously making you jolt, heavy sack smacking against your aching clit makes your eyes cross. “nghh, so full, toji." he watches your back arch deeper into the mattress as you claw at the sheets, bunching them up in your clammy hands while his cock drilling his cock into you. you press your face into the mattress suppressing your loud moans.

"saved it alll just for you, heh." toji sucks his teeth, pausing he's stroke wrapping a hand around your hair, softly tugging your head back, pulling you up against his chiseled chest. toji gives you a smug grin. he groans as you wiggle your ass against him. he's watching your ass ricocheting against his pelvis both your bodies in sync with sticky skin clashing. his beefy arms attached to your waist yanking you back against his cock making sure you felt every inch of his big cock. “yeah, fuck me good. that’ss it.” toji grunts at your cute attempt to try and fuck him back. he pushes your legs wider dipping his hips at a deeper angle. "tryna milk me again, yeah?" he snickers with a raspy chuckle swiping his tongue over his lips.

despite his cockiness his eyes start to roll back, letting out a low moan his voice starting to become somewhat whiny from how good you made him feel.

“m’ gonna cum again, toj.” a firm grip holding onto your hips rutting his hips in and out of you.  your walls clamp down on his cock when his throbbing tip reached your g spot. he's feeling his breath start to hitch as your suffocating his cock entirely. you feel his hips snap into you like a madman . each deep angle of his curved cock have you whimpering, enough to even leave you drooling.

his jade eyes stare at your pretty back, perfectly curved just for him with tears of sweat running down. he leans over you pressing his weight on you. “gonna fill this pussy up.” you whine as he flicks his velvety tongue against your neck moving his hand towards your neck skimming his fingertips on your skin before wrapping his thick fingers around your throat with a light squeeze.

“do it then.” his leaky bulbous tip against your g-spot that makes you moan louder. the creaks from the bed grow louder as he rams through every part of your cunt, french kissing your cervix, making you whine. each breath you had became more shaky as he fucking you into complete oblivion.

“ah, such a nasty girl." toji snatches yet another orgasm out of you with ease. he’s making the sluttiest expression after you milk him dry. you let out a whine when you feel his hot ropes of cum pour into you hitting your womb before pulling out. “there we goo. atta girl.” he chuckles swiping his tongue over his scared lip plugging his cum back in with his thumb. just filthy. “go ahead ‘n bend over more time. ‘m not finished.”

CHOSO KAMO— Nov. 7th

"you’re takin me so well, princess.” choso mumbled.  he's being a bit more rough with you. you were laying flat on your back folded in half into a mating press your legs being pushed up against your chest. he's had you like this for hours, splitting you open on his cock and fucking you raw nonstop. choso didn't realize what he's getting himself into until he's clenching onto his last bit of sanity. it's nearly impossible for him to keep his hands to himself. he's rocking his body into yours his cock pivots inside your cunt giving you deep strokes. his dark irises staring deep into you how pretty you look all stuffed full of his cock, his thirst so sloppy. "your pussy squeezing me s-so tight.”

he's leaning into your touch, burying his face into the crock of your neck sloppily mouthing at your neck and gently nipping at your skin heavenly suffocated by his scent. you moaned into his ear as his tip continuously nudges against your bruising cervix again and again with such ease. “fuck you’re so pretty.” he listens to your breath being snatched from your throat. you turned him on without doing much—your lewd moans alone were enough to get him off. his hips harshly hitting against your pelvis swollen full base smacks against your ass.

“babyyy,” loose strands of hair from his usual pigtails were now disheveled falling over his face. you stare at his exposed chest all the way down to his toned stomach, sculpted abs clenching feeling himself pulse inside you. he's aching. . aching for more of you. every time he pulled back out you can feel prominent veins running down the underside of his cock molding inside of your walls deepening his thirst.

“ngh, harder.” his pace was relentless mean hips snapping into you your cunt swallowing his hefty inches. all you can do is whimper out, as he only focused on his only priority, to make you cum around him. you felt dizzy, his body pushing you deeper into the mattress. your sweet noises making his cock twitch, you always sounded so pretty.

"gonna cum. s-shit." his jaw clenches, now choso sure he won't last much longer.

"i want it inside, cho." you whimper in his ear, coaxing him further. you wrap your arms around his shoulders pulling him into a kiss his eyebrows knitted together as your fingers move the fallen pieces out of the way. he's shoving his tongue in your mouth, salivated tongue rushing over yours in a wet kiss. he pouts when you pull away to breathe.

"say. . .that again." choso head tilted to the side. he was speechless. his breath caught in his throat. choso swallows the thick lump that formed in the back of his throat turning fluttered as you grab his face. he felt . .aroused, yearning for your touch. you always knew how to make him so weak.

"i want you to cum inside cho. please." he losses it when he hears those words pass your lips. "wanna feel you," you'd babble out reassuring him.

"god, when you say it like that." it's like a switch off inside him. your arms wrap around him as his hips accelerate feeling his thrusts grow more sloppy. each thrust he presents has you losing your mind all over again. your nails claw at his back muscles flexing as he gives you as. he's fucking both, you and himself stupid. he gives you a lopsided grin. "you're doing so good f'me, baby." despite his praises he was still so whiny, whiny for you. he’s so sensitive. your walls hugs around him profusely as he whines.

“give it to me, cho.” you moaned pretty doe eyes taking in his features as he buried deep inside you. he's rolling his hips hitting against your sensitive clit, a bundle of nerves twitching. with his weight pressed against you, he could feel the heat coming from your body taking in your warm embrace. he loved the way you felt inside, the closeness of your bodies sticking together like glue, a translucent ring forming around the base of his cock.

he’s just holding you jackhammering his hips creating loud squelch’s against your cunt. he gives you rushed sloppy kiss moaning into his mouth. “fuck, baby.” he says in a raspy tone grunting as he pulls away from the kiss. eyes rolling back as his head threw itself back. he jerks his hips once more before he’s panting your walls white overflowing your cunt with his seed.

“heh, can i do that again. pretty please?”