#there is a slight panty shot but its hard to see

[eldritchminmo]

Ingo and Emmet may be the physically stronger of the Nimbasa Trio, but Elesa's the one who isn't afraid to go for the kill if it's a life or death situation. The bastard thought that she was trapped and helpless without Ingo and Emmet to save her. Unfortunately, it mistook her kindness for softness and realized far too late that she wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty.

Elesa would be the final girl in a horror movie, just saying.

also i've been rewatching buffy and i think elesa should be a vampire slayer.

I keep putting off talking about my elesa headcanons, but i just have to say that my version of Elesa uses she/he pronouns. i just think she's neat and can be a little transmasc as a treat.

[chiscaralight]

don't fuck your enemy!

synopsis: you just so happened to end up drunk with your enemy in the club bathroom. what would be more fuck than punching him in the face? fucking him!

includes: nsfw! scara x reader public sex ish. slight degradation. unprotected bathroom sex, p in v sex, mentions of oral sex, reader is under the influence but its all consensual. slight car sex, little bit of regret. this feels new to me, but I absolutely loved writing it! based off a request that I will link here

“scaraaa…”

“quit whining.”

you’re wiggling your hips to him, as he struggles to get his belt off.

“you’re obnoxious. is this how you treat everyone you say you hate? slut.”

“and you’re the one feeding into it. just shut up and-“

the moan you let out is drowned in the music. it’s not loud enough to draw attention, but if anyone else is in the bathroom, they’d definitely hear it. it’s not your fault you’re in this position, after a couple of rounds of shots, this stupid, sexy man wouldn’t stop staring at you in what he says is ‘disgust’. hard to believe when he wasted no time in following through with your advances, pressing you against the stall wall and crashing his lips onto yours.

but yes, you’re a slut for letting him push his cock past your lips, keeping your eyes trained on him as he groaned about how good that felt when you weren’t spewing bullshit, or you nuzzling your head into his hand as he tangles his fingers in your well-done hair.

but no, he’s not a fucking whore for dragging you off the ground and for bunching your short dress up at your hips. nor is he one for pressing his lips against your skin, marking up and down your neck as his fingers glide over your clothed hole before pulling your panties into the side.

you won’t let it get to you now though, because the mixture of the alcohol making your mind spin, with the way the heat from his fingers is dancing around your body, tracing obscure shapes into the fat of your hips before sliding up to cup your breasts is enough to keep any other words out of your mouth, save for his name.

it’s almost insane how good he is because he’s rocking just enough to hit you with enough force, but not enough to shake the plastic frame of the makeshift wall. your hands are finding his wrists, trying to ground yourself to something, anything while he fucks your senses away in the bathroom of some upscale nightclub, trying to ground himself from how good you feel. this has to be wrong on so many levels, fucking you, after everything you’ve said, he’s said, you’ve done, he’s done?

that seems to be the least of your worries now because he can see your eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out of your mouth as he slides a finger into the heat of your mouth. your reactions to his touch are quick, the way you jerk into his hand, or close your lips around his fingers like it was nothing. like it’s what you were made to do. his wet digits now slide back down towards your swollen clit, applying a certain pressure that has you crying out his name with that grating, gorgeous voice of yours. he doesn’t even have it in him to silence you, he’s twitching at the way it rolls off your tongue. fuck, if he knew you’d be this perfect, he would have cut the bullshit and bent you over long ago! but maybe it was more rewarding like this, fleeting memories of all the times he’s pumped his cock to the thought of your face moving through his mind, as your lewd expression brings him back to you.

he’s craning his head the slightest bit to catch your eye. when he does, you smile. and he could cum right then and there from the way your eyes crinkle at the corners through the flush of your cheeks. you mouth out a silent ‘kiss’, and he’s on you in an instant, tongue sliding against yours as the bitter taste of the alcohol finds its way toward him. but he doesn’t care about that. he’s more concerned about the way you’re starting to writhe and shake against him, becoming more and more unsettled with the lack of your own movement. so you do your best to stop him, pushing him off of you as you finally get to breathe. your words come out with a sweet giggle, finger pressing against his chest as your drunken state blurs your vision the slightest amount.

“wanna ride you, pretty boy.”

if anyone who didn’t know the two of you were to for some reason swing this door open now, they’d think the two of you were insatiable lovers who just couldn’t wait to make it home. to anyone that doesn’t know you, they’d probably have to wipe their eyes twice to pretend they weren’t seeing you bounce on scaramouche’s cock like this. he’s seated on the closed toilet lid, absolutely dazed as you ride him to bits. your nails are digging into his shoulders hard, giving you strong balance as you move with a determination even he can’t fathom. but you’ve been dreaming of this, finally getting him to shut up with that pussy or yours, it’s a shame you didn’t get to shove his face in it; but maybe it’s for the best. even in this mindset you know tomorrow is going to be full of headaches and a lot of unanswered questions, so why not enjoy the now? keep anything from getting too far. what exactly is too far you ask? you’re not sure either, because licking into each other's mouths while he fucks up into you would be seen as pretty far for some people.

and he breaks away first, lazy eyes searching yours as he mumbles about his coming orgasm. you’re smiling that stupid smile that makes his dick twitch again, and giving him a polite nod. his eyebrows furrow.

“inside? you sure?”

you’re rolling your eyes at the obscurity of it all. he can ‘discretely’ slide your expensive lace panties into his pocket, press you up against this gross wall, and even fuck you presumably drunk. but cumming inside you is weird.

“yes-yes! i’m sure. just-just hurry up,”

and he’s smacking his teeth at the tone of your voice, hand coming down strong on the swell of your ass while he starts to chase his orgasm. your breaths are shallow, deep with intent as you grind against him, brushing up close to him so you can release in tandem with him.

it works a little too well, because you’re spasming against him in a way that he’s never seen before. your orgasm, plus the feeling of his cum starting to paint your inside white hot with thick spurts is peeling away any reservations you had about this whole situation before, moans loud and cracking as you ride it out for the two of you. his head is hung back, adam’s apple bobbing only a slight bit as he comes to, the soft bite you give it making him snap his head back down before he pinches your thigh. you pout, but begin to get up nonetheless, because you’ve probably spent way too long in here already.

you're much more sober now, trying to ignore the daggers that scaramouche is glaring into your back as you adjust your outfit in the mirror.

"was the sex really that bad?"

the statement is supposed to sound snarky, but it comes out more desperate than anything. you clear your throat, focusing your attention on the paint on the floor instead, dreadfully anticipating how he will bite back this time. but he doesn't. instead, you're greeted with the plush of his lips against yours, hands finding a home on your hips omce again as you grip at his collar. you're moaning into his mouth once more, attempting to slide your tongue against his.

but he pulls away before you can, beelining for the exit door instead. your lips are in a hard pout. as you hear him mumble something about needing to go home. you also happen to catch the part where he more clearly states the exact parking space his car is in right now before letting the door swing shut.

you're alone with your thoughts now. your mind is much clearer, and you're visibly torn between doing the right thing, that is, going back to your friends and enjoying the party like you should've been, or going down and potentially making the same albeit lovely, very rewarding mistake twice. the way the 'fuck it' rolls off your tongue now is a secure answer to what you decide to do, quickly making your way towards where you hope your friends are before announcing that you'll be on your way.

it's been minutes, seven exactly, scaramouche is counting. he shouldn't be here, he should've left immediately he stuck the key in the ignition. but he's waiting rather impatiently, in hopes that you'd find your way down. he knows you're not stupid, he knows you would regret it, hell, he should be regretting it too. but that annoying little feeling in his heart won't let him pull out of the space just yet. and thank archons for that, because he can see the pattern of your dress outside his tinted window as you tap on the glass.

the silence once you get in is stupidly uncomfortable. the air is thick with tension, both of you avoiding each other's gazes as the impact of your previous actions weighs in the air. scaramouche takes the initiative to speak first.

"we should-"

"your windows are tinted. can you eat me out?"

he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"you're absolutely insufferable."

"l-less talking, please."

he'll roll his eyes, but dip his head back down between your legs all the same. you're sprawled out in his back seat, fingers tangled in his hair as his tongue assaults your folds. maybe the first kiss was a mistake, maybe him fucking you against the wall was a big mistake. but his fingers sliding into you now? curling just exactly where they should be? there's no mistake here.

[tteokdoroki]

✩ — ANGELS SHOULD NEVER FALL THIS FAR FROM HEAVEN ⁀➷ everyone believes satoru gojo to be an angel. your mother considers her new son to be a blessing, even if he’s bratty and spoiled. but never once did think teasing him would make your step-brother to act on such ungodly desires. (3.2K)

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, smut, pwp, college!au, religious imagery, step-cest, groping, fingering, ‘just the tip’, exhibitionism, clothed sex, male masturbation, slight degradation, bratty behaviour, use of oneesan, unprotected sex, ruined orgasms, cumplay, fem!reader, step-bro!gojo.

things to note. lol sorry it’s been a while !! trying a new layout also posting this into the void while i work on kinktober eee !! idk i’ve had a rough time trying to write a one shot so im glad i could make this !! special thanks to @kishibye for beta reading. i hope you enjoy this bestie boos ily <3

“what are you doing?” there’s a sharp edge to the tone of satoru’s voice, splayed across his tongue that holds back a stream of curses. his eyes speak fury in their piping hot flames of wild cerulean as he watches you enter the kitchen and shoot straight for the snack cupboard.

you can feel the weight of his gaze as it crosses the slopes of your body, from the back of your head, twirling around your curves before ultimately falling to your behind.

playing innocent, you stand on your tip toes and grasp at the bag of chips you’re after. the ones on the top shelf. “whaddya mean ‘what am i doing’?”

“what do you mean what do i mean?” your step brother retorts childishly, as if you’re two kids fighting on a playground at recess.

you click your tongue and pay him no mind. “don’t be such a baby, satoru,” you wave a hand in his face in a haughty manner. “use your big boy words.”

gojo suppresses a whine when your shirt rides up and reveals your skin to gorgeous eyes. he lets it gargle around in his throat like the sting of cool mouthwash, before striding over to you — grabbing the chips and slamming the cupboard shut so hard it makes you jump.

“you can’t just walk around dressed like that.”

he gestures to your get up — the clothes you wear when nobody’s home. your sapphire silly and scallop-edged panties, your old and ratty band t-shirt haphazardly thrown on.

“why?” you turn around to come face to face with your younger (step)brother, noting the way his stare hones in on the plush meat of your thighs as you squish them together — leaning back against the kitchen counter.

“my friends are coming over.”

“so, what’s the big deal?” there’s something about pissing gojo off that entertains you. he’s a brat by all means, raised with a silver spoon in his mouth and daddy’s dollars tucked into his pockets. whenever there’s a problem, all it takes is a classic ‘toru temper tantrum and your parents are on the scene to fix things for him. he’ll never know the hardships of being raised by a single mother, always having a little less than most. he walks around in his own little bubble of riches - and you can’t help but want to pop it. “shoko thinks i’m cool and geto will probably jack off to me later. it’s whatever.”

“but it’s not whatever,” you can practically see satoru fight the urge to stomp his foot like a petulant child — even going as far to have the audacity to pout down at you. “you’ll just embarrass me. so do us both a favour and put some clothes on, nobody wants to see all that ‘round the house.”

“do you own this house?”

“no but i-“

“but your daddy does. and daddy isn’t here! so shut up, satoru!” jabbing a finger into his chest, you smile up at your not-so-little little step-brother, evilly. “i make the rules.”

“oh fuck you. all you do is mooch off of my dad, princess. you wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for your mom whoring it out for him.” he sneers in response, upper lip curling into a distasteful snarl like a dog with a stranger on its territory. his words, though cruel and foul, are far from the truth and you know that he doesn’t mean it. satoru is a brat that throws acid laced words at anyone who gets in his way — yourself included.

even though you agree that your parents tied the knot all too fast — barely giving the two of you a chance to get to know each other as siblings. they were in love and far too happy for the rivalry between their children to get in the way. you know that the fact pissed gojo off to no end, he hated how your mother doted on him and how he’d always needed to fight for his father’s attention. now it certainly wasn’t ever going to be on him. but the two women in his house instead.

your poor, spoiled, baby brother.

however, you won’t let his words and how he projects onto you, hurt you. “whoops! looks like i dropped my will to give a fuck!” whilst pretending to drop your snack, you bend over in front of him to reveal inches of beauty marked and blemished flesh, drawing hungry seafoam eyes to the bounce of showing your ass — testing your little step brother. “i don’t care satoru, i’m older.”

satoru’s mouth snaps shut after moments of wordlessly opening and closing. he stands frozen on the spot, as if he can’t seem to process the very idea that his older step-sister had just flashed him to prove a point.

but just when you think you’ve won, the silver-haired brat is pressed right up behind you, forcing your body to bend over the cold marble counter that instantly has your nipples hardening against the icy surface. heat rushes to your face, blossoming just under the barrier of your skin as his hard on nestles it’s way between your ass cheeks — a symphony of your surprised squeaks echoing through the modern kitchen.

“hey! what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

instead of responding, he pushes your head down against the counter — circling his increasingly wet erection against your behind, manhandling the globes of flesh back onto his dick. “not so fun, is it.” he coos down at you, voice chilly and full of condescending highs and lows. “yanno…you’re awfully mean to me.”

saliva pools on your tongue, weighing it down in your mouth like a paperweight as satoru’s girth slips downwards, seedy tip brushing over panty clad and your swollen clit. “aren’t oneesan’s s’pposed to take care of their baby brothers?” his breath is hot and ragged against your ear as gojo haunches over you, caging you in like a wild animal as you thrash and writhe under his touch.

you can’t even bring yourself to feel an ounce of shame when gojo’s left hand dances between your tangled limbs and slips past the frilly band of your underwear — ghosting over the throbbing pearl laying between your sticky pussy lips. “step…step brother!” you whinge at the tingle of pleasure that blooms in your lower tummy and spreads like angel wings throughout the rest of your body. 

satoru takes turns playing with you, alternating between his nimble, skilled fingers and his seedy girth that smears precum all over your inner thighs and panties. “like that even fuckin’ matters.” he laughs, twisted and proud. “could you get off like this? yeah i think you could…. you’re already so wet. just from grinding on your little brother’s cock.”

your legs grow shaky at his ministrations, beads of your juices oozing from your empty entrance to stain the man’s sweats, slicking him up as if it’s a signature of your claim. “‘toru!” you gasp, eyes rolling back into the depth of your skull. “m-more.”

“look at how fast you fold for me…” he pushes up your shirt so that the fabric pools around your waist — pawing at the fat there, massaging your hips softly as if he isn’t violently, cruelly rubbing one out on your achey pussy. “i don’t think you’re in a position to ask me for more, big sis.” satoru taunts, a heavy hand coming down on the bare skin of your ass, leaving a raw handprint in its place. “such a nasty slut, i bet you’d let me fuck you like this too. out in the open, where anyone could catch us.”

you yelp in surprise at the feeling of gojo’s messy, cream coated cockhead nudge at your entrance from over your panties — a slender finger pulling the soaked material to the side so he can fuck you with his tip. “oh, i bet you’d like that, huh baby?” he continues to purr, jutting his hips forward ever so slightly — feeding your greedy cunt a few more inches of him. satoru’s barely sheathed inside of you, but you’re already stretching deliciously around what he’s given you. he’s fat, girthy just as he is long and his mushroom tip drags along sensitive spots in your walls you didn’t even know you had.

 he hasn’t even fucked you properly yet.

you sob, wail and writhe on your little step brother’s cock, nails clawing at the marble counter while your breath escapes you. “satoru, please fuck me. ‘m sorry… sorry—!”

“shh big sis, you’re being too loud,” he cups a hand over your mouth. gojo eases two digits past your plump lips to pacify your cries as he shallowly pumps his wet cock into the heat of your sex — gritting his teeth to hide his own moans. “we…fuck, you’re tight as shit… we wouldn’t want my friends to know that you dress like a slut for my cock, would we?”

you shake your head with a muffled moan, suckling the taste of yourself from gojo’s fingers and breathing heavily through your nose. “no, we wouldn’t. that’s right. good girl, oh shit.”

satoru laughs, a little cocky and a little drawn out in a long, whiny whimper over the wet slap of the backs of your thighs in the front of his own. but he trembles from behind you, like his legs are about to give out every time your creamy cunt sucks a little more of him in. it’s a miracle he’s managed to hold you both up.

guilt wracks your body intertwining with the red blood cells coursing through your veins and carrying limited oxygen to your brain — your head practically empty at how your little brother ruins you on half of his fat cock. this isn’t right, this is completely wrong and yet you feel yourself coming undone — weak in the knees and shaky in your lips, the dam in your lower tummy threatening to burst at any second and flood the room in an erotic river of your arousal. 

pushing your head off of the counter, you lean into satoru, throwing your ass back onto him in rhythm with the harshness of his thrusts. everything is hotter, heavier and you can’t even think about how much of a bad step-sister you are when he’s dominating your body like this. the silky locks of satoru’s silvering hair press against your shoulder and he wraps a fist in the fabric of your shirt to pull you further back onto his cock. 

“‘m gonna c-cum, oh god!” you squeal, flinching as your juices crudely slap against the kitchen floor. “i’m so close!”

he pants into your ear like a desperate dog, fully wrapping himself around you and trapping you against the counter so that you have nowhere to go except towards your high. “yeah?” gojo breathes heatedly, temperate breath cascading over the back of your neck and only adding fuel to your fire of desire. “i can tell, you get like this. all needy ‘n cute when you’re about to cum.” 

his words have you clenching around his bulbous tip every time it pushes up against the pleasure spots you didn’t even know you had — your arousal catching in the pretty blue veins that spiral around the length of gojo’s shaft. “you don’t think i can’t hear you, big sis? late at night when you think everyone’s sleepin’….” his whistle tone moans are quickly replaced by deep growls and grunts that only just manage to escape from between the gritted rows of your step brother’s pearly whites. “when you stuff those tiny fingers into that tight little hole and—“

he reaches down between your mess of slick soaked limbs to land a harsh smack against your quivering pussy, sending the foamy ring of white where your bodies join flying about the place. “—and make yourself cum to the thought of me?” he continues, breathing ragged and laughing at you again when you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. 

“s-satoru!”

he soothes you with quick circles over your swollen clit and kisses to your shoulder — being careful not to leave marks. “oh did that hurt, baby? am i  the mean one now?” licking a stripe up the side of your face and tasting the sweat on your glistening skin, satoru rambles on — filling you up with praises and copious amounts of precum. “you know i—fuck— you know i love you. my precious big sister, so fucking good to me. let’s make you cum, yeah?” 

you’re allowed to rut back on him for a little longer, since he loves the sound of his name whirling around messily on your tongue, all high-pitched and sugar coated for him. if only you knew how badly he’d wanted you, how pissed he was when his father went on to marry your mother. gojo has wanted you since the very first night you met — his every waking thought has been carefully carved to lust after you, think of your eyes, your smile, your lips. fuck, everything about you has satoru under some kind of spell. 

“r-right there. right there, t-there!” you chant the words like they’re the a prayer, as if they’re the only ones you know, allowing satoru to throw you through the loop of pleasure until you’re too far gone to stay on the ride. 

angling his slender hips upwards, his cockhead bares down on the gummy centre of your g-spot just has he buries himself inside of you — right up to the hilt. “h-here? this where you want me, big sis?” gojo’s amused gasp turns into a coo when you let out a meek hum of agreement, babling wild nonsense and drooling into the counter you’re pressed against. “mmhm, got you creamin’ around me already. so cute, so good when you listen. when you’re a good t’me, oneesan.” 

the honorific alone has your mouth running dry as if it’s been stuffed with cotton. though the syrupy pap, pap, pap of your sex says otherwise. it tells the truth of your sin.

and the thing that you don’t know about satoru is that he loves to give, feeding pieces of himself to you as he fucks you wild in the middle of your family kitchen. he wants you to have all of him, every corner and inch of his body just like he dreamed about. he knows it’s forbidden and that it’s wrong, but he can’t help but relish in the feeling of your pretty pussy sucking him in so selfishly, greedily clamping down on his thick base. 

he would give you anything. anything you wanted and asked for if you’d let him. his hands slip from your waist to intertwine with yours splayed out on the cool marble surface, using his last spurts of energy to drag you towards your orgasm and the deep depths of sinner’s paradise. 

“fuck me, fuck me, baby.” he growls possessively against the shell of your ear. “let go for me. lemme see how much you love your little brother—“

the crescendo of your pleasure is at an all time high, about to come crashing down on you like a tonne of heavy bricks. 

that is until the door bell rings, accompanied by the sound of geto’s voice from the outside of the house. “yoo, satoru! open up!” 

you’d think that you’d have been good enough for your little step-brother to keep going — to push onwards and let you cream all over him before he went to attend to his silly little friends. but he flips the script, pulling out of you just as you teeter over the edge to ruin your orgasm.

“no, no, please!” you sniffle, teary eyed with dissatisfaction sitting in your lower belly — the need to cum still there but the feeling of emptiness within your dripping walls taking over. “satoru…” you whine.

when you look behind you, he’s too busy finishing himself off — his black shirt between his teeth, sweats hanging low on his waist while gojo palms  his hard and heavy cock as he pleases. 

it’s coated in your arousal, shining under the artificial lighting in the kitchen and you watch with a pout as gojo jacks himself off to the view of your ruined cunt. he thumbs the seedy slit at the centre of his bright red tip, hissing through the sensitivity. he’s a picture perfect vision, appearing as an angel before your very eyes. a mop of halo white hair flop backwards with satoru’s head, rich sapphire eyes locked behind fluttering lashes that glisten with pearls of pleasure filled tears. 

you know not to be mistaken, you know that satoru is more like an incubus than the heavenly being he presents as. the parts of your brain with better judgement see him as the sinner who made you fall from grace, committing such a heinous act. the desperate side of you with a brain full of lust and smoke screens sees your step-brother as a god who controls all of your desires. 

you think you prefer that side of you more. 

meanwhile, a drop of sweat runs a track down the length of satoru’s neck, catching on the curve of his Adam’s apple as he swallows down his euphoric laments. you find yourself jealous that his own fingers are wrapped around his sloppy dick instead of drawing shapes against your aching clit. you envy how good it must feel for satoru when he finally cums. ropes of thick white sling around his knuckles, much paler in contrast to his pearlescent skin tone.

a deep, gravelly moan erupts from his hot mouth like lava, accompanied by curses and the stuttered syllables you recognise to be your name while he finishes himself off. gojo jerks his sensitive cock over your ass to paint you with the last spurts of his release. it’s a claim on you as your step-brother, a way in which he can show you that he always gets his way no matter what.

whilst still recovering, your step-brother drags a slender finger through the puddle of cum he’s left on you, and drags it down to your stretched little hole before pushing it against your overstimulated clit. “hmm, so pretty.” gojo grins, slow and sly, when you twitch and attempt to jolt away from him. then unexpectedly, he lands a hard smack against your bum — revelling in your sweet cry of pleasure, impatience and pain. “go put somethin’ on, will ya, sis? my friends are still waiting outside.” 

“i…i hate you.” you whimper shakily, brain frazzled from the situation. 

satoru might be a spoiled brat, but he’s not mean enough to leave you here a shaky, dripping mess so he helps you to your feet — tenderly fixing the hem of your shirt and panties back into place (failing to wipe his cum off of you beforehand). you’re still pouting from your ruined orgasm once he’s done, and he nudges the underside of your chin with a singular knuckle. 

“don’t worry big sis, i’ll come take care of you later. maybe i’ll even let geto watch since you love prancing around half naked for him too.” he teases, squishing your cheeks as you try to swat at him. “and you don’t hate me, you love me and this cock. clearly.” gojo sings and sends a cheeky wink in your before prancing away to open the door for his friends. 

he pulls his pants up as he goes, not minding the wet patch you’ve left on him. 

whereas, you scurry up to your room before they can greet you and gojo tells them that you’re feeling unwell. 

that day, you learn two valuable lessons: 

one —  never mess with a spoiled brat, it’ll never end well for you and gojo will always get what he wants no matter who pays the bills. 

two — geto really does like to jerk off to you, even more so when he watches his best friend punishes his older step-sister with enough orgasms to make her forget why she was in trouble with satoru in the first place.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[lustfulslxt]

Good Girl - Matt Sturniolo

summary : you and matt never got along, always going back and forth with some illogical feud. until the night of a party, everything changes with the consumption of alcohol

warnings : use of alcohol, smut

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You just finished getting ready, walking downstairs to the living room to wait for the rest of them. You were going to Nate’s party with the triplets and Madi. Unfortunately for you, Matt was included in the triplets.

You two had never gotten along, for reasons unbeknownst to you. From the very start, Matt was always a jerk to you, so you were a bitch right back . That, lead to you both supposedly hating each other. Every time you guys were around one another, you both always had something smart to say, and there was never a time it wasn’t like that.

Honestly, if he would stop being such a douche, you could easily lose the attitude. But since he chooses to act the way he does, you were matching his energy.

And of course, the next one to emerge from his bedroom was Matt in all his fine glory. As much as you hate him, you couldn’t deny the fact that he was the finest man you’d ever seen. His soft and fluffy hair, his long skinny fingers, his tattoos. The way he carries himself alone was enough to make you want to drop your panties.

“What the fuck is your problem?” His bitter voice snaps you from your trance.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “Matthew, why must you speak?”

“Well, your ass is standing there, staring, like you want to take a bite out of me.” He glares, a small smirk pulling to his lips.

“Don’t be ridiculous, kid. You couldn’t handle me.” You grin, mischievously.

“Please.” He scoffs, “I would have you running.”

“Before you guys jump into each other’s pants, can we leave?” Chris’ asks, causing both of you to look over.

That’s when you noticed the other three standing there, waiting for you and Matt to finish your never ending conversation.

You couldn’t help but say, “As if. I don’t think I could stand within a foot of this kid, let alone jump in his pants.”

You knew you were lying so hard. Sometimes, you wanted nothing more than for him to just shut up and fuck you. But seeing as he is the way he is, you knew that would never happen.

Without another word, the five of you walk out to the van, piling in and heading in the direction of Nate’s house.

It was about an hour into the party, you were having a good time. You had gotten separated from your friends, but you weren't complaining as you had shot after shot. It was only a total of four, but you were feeling good.

Dancing to the music, you observed your surroundings. In search of any of your friends, you come across Matt. He was leaning against the wall with a solo cup in his hand, his eyes intently staring at you. You couldn't help the smirk that spread across your face. For some reason, you loved that even with all the people here, you were the only one that had his attention.

Your hips swayed so perfectly and in sync with the loud music. Your hands trailed up and down your body, moving from your waist to your hair. You felt on top of the world with the alcohol coursing through your veins as you danced to the music, with Matt's eyes never leaving you once.

Your eyes connected once again, him tipping his cup up and emptying the rest of its contents into his mouth. And still, he never broke eye contact. You couldn't lie, it was getting you hot. Without another thought, you were making your way over to him.

"Matthew." You say, seductively.

"Y/N." He responds, his voice holding a slight rasp to it.

With a cheeky grin, you turned around and placed the back of your body against the front of his. You could feel him tense up, yet his hands still found their way to your waist.

"What are you doing?" He asks you, whispering in your ear.

You couldn't help the goosebumps that scattered across your skin, and the hairs standing up at the back of your neck.

"I'm giving you what you want, Matthew." You say, "You've been staring at me all night. So, here I am."

You began swaying to the music again, this time, grinding your hips into his. His hands firmly planted on your pelvis, guiding you back and forth.

"Do you wanna know what I was thinking about?" He asks, his lips softly brushing against your ear.

"Mhm." You hummed.

"Mm, I was thinking about fucking you senseless." He admits, his hand wrapping around your hair as he harshly bucks his hips into your ass.

A soft moan fell from your lips. You could feel his hard on poking into you and it drove you crazy. You wanted him inside you, so bad.

He continues, thrusting into you again. "I was thinking about how pretty you would look swallowing my dick."

Another moan escaped your mouth. You could feel your panties were drenched at this point. You couldn't help but tighten your pussy, clenching for some type of friction.

"I was thinking about how good your pretty little pussy would feel around my cock."

That was beyond enough for you to grab his hand and pull him to the guest room upstairs. You were in such a hurry, desperate to feel him bury himself inside you. You could tell he was big just from his hard on, and you couldn't wait to be stuffed by him.

As soon as you got in the room, he pushed you against the door and put his lips on yours. His kiss was hot and needy. His tongue immediately swiped your lip, begging for entrance. His hands went down to your ass, squeezing it, causing you to let out a little moan. He took the opportunity to shove his tongue in your mouth, exploring every inch of it.

You furiously both grabbed at one another, as if any second one of you would disappear. His hand gripped your jaw, turning your head away from him. Within seconds, his lips were back on you, leaving soft kisses along your neck. Occasionally, he would bite at your sensitive skin, sucking it right after to soothe the slight pain.

"God, you're driving me absolutely insane." He mumbles against your skin.

You softly moaned, "Mmm, I need you so bad, daddy."

You calling him that flipped a switch in him, and now all he wanted to do was completely wreck you. His dick was literally throbbing, begging for relief. He pulled away from you, his hands immediately tugging your shirt over your head and throwing it to the floor. Your bra following seconds later.

His mouth quickly travelled down your neck and chest, taking one nipple in his mouth while his hand tweaked the other one. You were letting out little whimpers, tugging him impossibly closer. You swiftly lifted his shirt, adding it to the growing pile of clothing on the floor.

You couldn’t help but take a moment to admire him. He was truly something else. His longish hair a bit messy from your wandering hands, his chain sitting perfectly against his chest, his tattoos scattered all over his arm, the growing beard on his chin. His pupils were blown out, hardly any blue showing as he stared at you with nothing but lust in his eyes. His lips were swollen and red from your feverish kisses.

All of him was turning you on more and more by the second.

He thought the same thing about you. He loved the way your skin flushed under his touch, how your breathing was slightly rapid from your heavy kissing. He loved how you looked at him with your big doe eyes, looking completely innocent when he knew you were far from it. He couldn’t wait to destroy you.

His lips quickly met yours again, and his hands went down to your jeans. In one swift motion, he had them unbuttoned and down your legs. As you kicked them and your shoes off, he started removing his own, leaving him in his boxers.

His dick was struggling in his boxers, begging to be let loose. You reached your hand out and palmed him through the thin fabric, causing him to sharply inhale as he grabbed your wrist.

His lips trailed down your neck once more, marking you up as he went. You could hear his little moans as he was close to your ear, and you almost came right then and there. He sounded so heavenly.

“Take these off.” You state, tugging on his boxers.

As he did so, you copied his actions, leaving you both naked. He stepped back from you for a second, taking in your appearance. You looked so good to him, he could feel his dick twitching.

Not wasting another second, he yanked you towards him by your neck and slammed his lips into yours. Your tongues were gliding together so perfectly, needing one another. He swiftly lifted you up, carrying you over to the dresser. He set you on it and began working down your body once again.

“Please.” You moaned out as his mouth worked on your nipples again.

“Use your words, princess.” He mutters into your skin.

“Please. Fuck me, daddy, please.” You begged. “I need you inside me.”

“Such a filthy slut.” He moans out, grabbing his dick and putting it at your entrance.

He swiped it between your folds, coating it in your arousal. He brought his other hand down, gliding a finger through your juices, causing you to let out a few moans. When he pulled his hand away, a string of wetness followed, and he couldn’t help but suck on his finger, savoring the way you tasted. Your jaw dropped at the sight, he looked magnificent. He pulled your legs farther apart, propping your feet up on the end of the dresser before ramming into you with his dick.

“Oh, fuck.” You moan out, tossing your head back.

He gave you a couple of slow thrusts before he picked up the pace and starting fucking you fast and hard. His dick was so big, hitting you in all the right places. Your mouth fell agape as multiple pornographic like moans fell from it, only encouraging him even more.

“God, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long. I knew you’d feel so good around my cock, princess.” He moaned, his lips meeting yours once again.

His thrusts were lethal, fucking into you so perfectly, you were a moaning mess under him.

“You’re taking me so well, baby.”

Your hands went down his back, nails digging into his skin in a sense of stability. You were quickly coming undone.

“Mm, baby. You’re so wet for me. Daddy’s little slut.”

The way he was talking to you was enough to send you over the edge. Your legs were shaking as you clenched around him, a loud moan escaping your mouth.

“Look at you, cumming without permission.” He teased, pinching your nipples.

You were a mess, but he still kept fucking you. Not even just for his own release, he was determined to make you cum again. He lifted your legs up, pushing them against your chest so he could fuck deeper. And he sure was, deeper than ever.

“Ahh fuck!” You scream, your face twisting in pleasure.

“Touch yourself for me, baby.” He moans out, watching you intently.

As he continued pumping in and out of you, you held eye contact with him, bringing your hand up to his mouth. Putting two fingers against his lips, he brought them in and sucked on them, lubricating them for you. After they were drenched in his saliva, you brought them down to your clit and slowly began rubbing it, all while holding eye contact.

“Fuck.” He groaned, fucking you impossibly faster as he watched you. “You listen so well, princess.”

You were a puddle beneath him, rubbing yourself in fast, tight circles. Your face contorted, eyebrows furrowed and eyes clenched shut, as you neared your climax.

“Open your eyes, baby. I want you to look me in the eyes when you cum on my cock.”

You both were moving at fast paces, nothing but pleasure coursing through the both of you. It felt so intimate as the two of you locked eyes, pleasure plastered over both of your faces.

“Fuck, daddy, you fuck me so good.” You moaned, tossing your head back for a moment.

“I know you’re almost there, baby. You’re so close.” He whispers, his hand gripping around your neck. “Let go, baby. Cum for me, cum all over daddy’s cock.”

Your legs shook as you tightened around him, one of your hands gripping his bicep while the other rubbed your clit in fast circles. Everything went white, your hearing going in and out as you released. You felt pure bliss, cumming all over his dick.

“Look at you, such a good girl for me, princess.”

You had to pull your hand away from your pussy as it was beginning to become to much for you. However, he had other thoughts and placed his hand back on your clit, rubbing his thumb over it. You were quivering underneath him, unable to control the shaking of your body and the noises that came from your mouth as you squirted all over. You were completely losing yourself to him and he loved every bit of it. So much that it brought him over the edge and he shot his load into you with a loud moan.

“Baby, you’re so fucking sexy.” He pants, out of breath as he fucked his nut into you. “You made such a mess, I love it.”

Your face heated up as you looked at the puddle beneath you and the wetness all over his thighs and stomach. He actually made you squirt, and it felt so fucking good.

After a moment of gathering your breaths and coming down from your highs, he finally pulls out and plants a sweet kiss to your lips.

“I knew you loved me.” You grinned at him.

He playfully rolls his eyes and slumps against you, placing a few more kisses all over your face. “Yeah, yeah. Shut up.”

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a/n : sozzz, not proofread but what’s new? xD ugh i love me some matthew, i wanna b his cumslut so bad 😫😫😫😫 brb while i go nut. &&& request sum shizzz xx

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Reflection

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Jessie thinks you look fantastic. She thinks you’d look even better watching yourself in the mirror as she makes love to you.

Warnings: Smut! Mirror sex. Oral, strapping, fingering, dirty talk.

A/N: Based on this request.

“What do you think? Do you want to go to the show or just grab a drink at the bar?” You asked as you set down your things on a nook in the entryway of your suite.

You’d just finished dinner at the resort that Jessie had booked for you both during a rare break between club and national duty.

Jessie exhaled softly as she ran a hand through her hair, the waves more pronounced with the humidity.

“Yeah, we could do either,” she eventually said as she watched you fixing your hair in front of the full length mirror situated in the entryway. She studied you intently, her eyes raking over you and appreciating your form in that airy sundress.

You gave a light snicker as you shot her a look through the reflection in the mirror.

“Thanks for the opinion,” you teased.

“Mm, what can I say,” she said as she came up behind you, moving your hair aside and tucking her face into your neck to softly kiss you. “I’m a little distracted right now.”

“Oh yeah?” You asked as she looked up to catch your eye in the mirror.

“Mmhmm,” she voiced as she dropped one hand, her fingers brushing along the hem of your dress before slowly gathering it and inching her hand up your thigh. “Seeing you in your bikini all afternoon, looking gorgeous at dinner, I’m feeling a little pent up,” she said with a slight grin into your neck.

“Can’t have that, can we?” You said as you turned in her arms and laced your fingers behind her neck. She grinned fully and shook her head.

“Course not,” she replied as she leaned back in, laying slow, sensual kisses down your neck, along your collarbone and moving the thin strap of your dress aside as she did so. Your head fell back at the attention and you pushed your fingers into her hair.

“God, babe,” she voiced as she looked into the reflection of the two of you. “You look amazing.” An idea sparked in her mind and the corner of her mouth quirked up into a smirk. “I want to try something.”

She grasped your hips and spun you around, gently pushing you until your back pressed up against the wall.

“Babe, wh-”

Your question died on your lips as Jessie began kissing your neck once more, and this time lifting your leg and wrapping it around her waist. Her hand worked its way up your thigh and she stroked you with two strong fingers through the fabric of your panties.

“Mm, and from the feel of your panties, I think you’re a little distracted too, love,” she smirked as she settled her fingers on your sensitive clit and drew firm circles.

A small gasp escaped you and your legs gave slightly, but she held you steady.

“Hard not to be, spending all day with you,” you teased back.

“I want your eyes on that mirror,” she told you as she started kissing her way down your chest as far as the ‘V’ of your dress would allow.

Your jaw fell slack as you watched her lower herself to her knees in front of you on the tiles. She gave you a smug smirk before giving you a nod in emphasis. “Eyes on the mirror, baby.”

You reluctantly tore your eyes away from her and shifted to watching the reflection of you two. It was only then you saw how you were biting your lip, but your gaze quickly shifted when she started lifting your dress, laying light kisses along the inside of your thighs until she had the fabric of your dress bundled in her hands and she laid a languid lick at the junction between your thighs and hips.

“Oh God,” you breathed as she tucked her fingers into the band of your underwear and pulled them down your legs and guiding you to step out of them. She held them up, your arousal plain on them and pulling a blush out of you.

She smirked up at you and tucked them into her pocket.

“For later,” she said before lifting your dress once more and resting one of your legs onto her shoulder. “Lean on me, baby. I’ve got you.”

Your jaw fell as she ran two fingers through your sopping slit once more, before glancing over her shoulder into the mirror and placing them into her mouth, slowly sucking them clean with a wink at you.

“Jesus Christ, Jess,” you said as you braced your back further against the wall.

Soon you were met with an image of your dress hiked up and held over her head by one hand while the other held your thigh, her head bobbing between your legs as she lapped at the juices she found there.

You watched, mesmerized, as your mind struggled to reconcile the sensation of her tongue devouring you, lips locking around your clit and sucking, and the image of the back of her head rolling side to side, up and down, between your legs, your fingers in her hair, your chest heaving as she ate you out.

“How’s it look, baby?” She asked between patient, skilful licks. You offered a mere gasp and you felt her chuckle into you. “Like how it looks? Me on my knees for you? My head between your legs? So hungry and wanting for you - desperate for more of you on my tongue?”

She chuckled smugly again as you dug your fingers into the crown of her head.

“Gonna have bruises on my knees for you, baby,” she told you before she started sucking on your clit once more.

You released a long, low groan and she began to flick her tongue against you with greater intensity.

You felt that familiar tightening in your core and your breaths grew deeper and faster. You rolled your hips against her mouth with more fervour.

Short gasps increasing in pitch fell from your mouth until suddenly the delicious warmth of her mouth was gone. You caught a glimpse of the upset on your face before you looked down at her.

“Not yet, baby,” she said with a crooked grin as she stood up and pulled you towards the bed in the next part of the suite. You followed her gaze, her bright eyes fixed on the wardrobe that was positioned across from the bed. The doors of the wardrobe consisted of full length mirrors and showed a complete reflection of the bed.

“I see,” you laughed, as she pulled you into a kiss.

“Oh, you’re gonna,” she said, pulling an affectionate eye roll out of you. “You won’t need this,” she said as she lifted your dress over your head and set it aside.

She went over to your luggage and retrieved her strap. Getting changed quickly and returning to you, she soon had you positioned on your hands and knees on the bed, her positioned behind you, your side profiles in the mirror.

Jessie turned her head to look into the mirror and saw reflected back to her how she was stroking her strap and had it poised at your entrance.

“Jesus Christ, babe,” she said as her eyes fell to you. “We haven’t even done anything and you look so gorgeous already. Look at you on your hands and knees waiting for me.”

You moaned, arching your back and pushing back into her causing her strap to start to stretch out your entrance and sink in just so.

“Oh fuck,” she hissed before shifting her hips forward to meet you, sinking in fully. “Jesus,” she repeated, her eyes transfixed as she slowly drew back and sunk in again.

She gripped the flesh of your hips in her hands as she began to establish a slow, measured pace, her strokes firm and precise and sending pulses of pleasure radiating out through your body.

“Look at how gorgeous you are,” Jessie urged as she pulled your hips into her and the sounds of your lovemaking filled the room.

Your head rest against your forearms on the bed and you rolled your head to the side to view your reflection. You immediately tightened around her as you were met with the vision of her gripping your waist and thrusting into you. Her skin was tanned, freckles more pronounced from the sun, a sheen of sweat covered her body as she flexed back and forth into you, her own eyes affixed to you and catching your gaze in the mirror. Her focused expression cracked into a smile as she looked at you fondly.

“I love you too much,” she said with a shake of her head.

“No such thing,” you responded as you arched your back further and rolled your hips up into her hands. She growled and gripped you so tight you nearly winced.

Before you knew it she pulled out of you, gripping your waist still and shifting you both. She sat facing the mirror and pulled you onto her lap, her knees bent slightly to both spread your legs wide around hers and to recline you against her chest, your eyes on the mirror as well.

She lifted you and carefully lowered you back onto her strap, both of you gasping softly at the sight of it disappearing inside of you.

“Look at how beautiful you are,” she said dreamily. “My cock filling you up so nicely.”

She bit her lip as she began to play with your clit, two thick fingers rubbing firm circles around the sensitive nub. She reached up with her other hand and cupped your breast, massaging it.

“Look at how your pussy is fluttering around me,” she said as she slowly rut into you. “Ah fuck, you’re so wet. I can see your cum on my cock, baby. So incredible.”

You whined and whimpered as you bounced on her, her filling you deeply and hitting your sweet spot with each stroke.

It wasn’t long before that heat and tension began to mount inside of you yet again.

“Your fingers,” you begged breathlessly. “I want to cum on your fingers.”

Jessie let out a guttural groan, biting into the back of your shoulder as she did so.

In a flash, she had you flipped onto your back, your head hanging off the bed towards the mirror. She kissed your neck and you were hardly aware as she took off her strap, tossing it to the side.

Her fingers returned to your clit, circling it before pushing through your slick folds.

“Hungry for my fingers, baby?” She said as she continued to tease you. You nodded against her and dug your fingers into her shoulders. “Anything for you,” she whispered as she pushed inside of you, her fingers stretching you and filling you in a way that just felt so different than her strap. You both moaned heady and low at the sensation.

She nipped at your skin and began to thrust into you with greater force than before. She withdrew slowly, her fingers curling, dragging firmly against the spongy part of you that sent waves spiralling throughout your body, before thrusting back in sharp and hard.

Jessie pumped into you, the weight of her body on you and rocking you both into the mattress and threatening to push you both off.

Your eyes fluttered shut as the waves of pleasure going through you threatened to overwhelm you.

“Open your eyes, baby. I want you to see how beautiful you are when you cum,” she told you.

You opened your eyes to see her watching you with intensity in the mirror. You watched how she moved over you, the muscles in her back and shoulders flexing as she made love to you.

The orgasm that had steadily been building finally hit. You clenched hard around her fingers, pulling a lustful moan from her as you pulsed around her and clutched her body to you.

She watched you in the mirror, gaze unwavering, as you writhed and flexed under her as the pleasure she’d crafted for you overtook you. She felt her own core pulsing with arousal as she saw the effects of her touch on you. It drove her feral seeing how you came for her.

When your orgasm finally faded and you could register anything other than the coursing of your blood and the crashing waves of pleasure, you opened your eyes to see Jessie still on you, laying slow, tender kisses all over your body. She felt your eyes on her and looked up to smile at you. She held your gaze in the mirror as she continued her worship of you in the afterglow of your climax.

She eventually offered you a smirk.

“We should think about getting this kind of setup for home.”

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Control 18+ Ft: Shuji Hanma, Taiju Shiba, & Ran Haitani WC:1400+ Resident: @enchantedforest-network Synopsis: You belong to them and they have to remind you that when you start to act out. They will put you in your place and you won't fight them doing so. (I wouldn't fight them not one bit 💀) TW: Masturbation (F! reader receiving), Morally Grey Men, Possessive Behavior, Choking, fingering, finger sucking, pet names (baby girl, brat), slight stalking, degrading names (slut), calling them daddy, strong language, dominating trait from the three men, jealousy, you belong to them.

Hanma

“Tsk tsk like I told you to keep your legs open for me.” Hanma cooed in your ear. Your back pressed against his chest.

Your panties were tossed on the floor. Your legs spread slightly open. The way his fingers brush between your slits causes you to squirm uncontrollably. Hanma leaned over your shoulder, his golden eyes gazing at his tattooed hand between your legs. “Just the slightest touch is making you quiver this much?” the cocky tone left his devilish lips as he could feel your juices on the tips of his fingers. 

The way he did it was always a teasing matter, he knew it drove you crazy. “Stop teasing me so much.” biting back the moans as your eyes closed savoring this sinful touch his fingers could do to you. It was hard to separate yourself from him, he came and went when he felt like it. The consistency was never there when you really needed him. You said to yourself you were finally done putting up with his bullshit and mind games. You even questioned your own sanity wondering if he even loved you? If he did… he had a strange way of showing it to you. When you decided to go out with someone different you wouldn’t have guessed he followed you and your company the entire evening. 

Your company wouldn’t even make it into your apartment when Hanma finally had enough of what he liked to call the ‘little game’ you were playing. The poor guy didn’t know what hit him (literally). Hanma with a look in his eyes you could describe them as dangerous and yet sexy, almost making you want to get on your knees in front of him ready to take your punishment. 

 You were putty in the palm of Hanma’s hands and you hated how vulnerable he could make you feel and yet you wanted him to touch you more. Just like a drug, you couldn’t get enough. 

 “Just remember I’m the only one that can make you feel this good.” his fingers pushing more between your slits “Your pretty little cunt is mines and mines only. You thought I was kidding when I said no one else could touch you?” his long slender fingers sliding into your moisten cunt feeling the warmth of your walls. “See I can’t leave you alone for a few days without you acting like such a little slut….You disappointed me.”

“I’m-I’m sorry.” you whimpered as his fingers were pumping in and out of you. His fingers are getting nice and coated with your sweet nectar. “Oh fuck please don’t stop.”

“And if I do? How badly do you want it, my little slut?” 

“Bad Shuji baby~~” you whimpered.

“Tell me who you belong to?” The possessive tone was making its appearance in his voice. He added another finger into your warm little cunt.

“Shuji Hanma~~~” tossing your head back slightly against the lanky man.

Taiju 

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Taiju watched you avoid direct eye contact. “We are not done talking.”

“I’m done talking.” You shot him a quick look and began walking to the shared room. You began undoing the expensive dress he bought you just a few days ago for this special event. Where he was sitting, he clicked his tongue and began rolling up his sleeves getting up from his seat following you to the bedroom. 

‘god damn brat.’ Taiju being the observant man a few hours prior the dress looked great on you but he noticed some more unwanted looks. Even Taiju overheard a conversation about you and your dress with a few men he knew. He fucking hated how they were speaking about you. He just wanted to rip their throats out. It took every inch of him to control himself and not make a spectator of himself just like he did when he was younger. You were enjoying yourself but it was being cut short by him. When you asked him he didn’t give you an answer but simply moved you towards the exit. It frustrated you because he wouldn’t even tell you the reason and that's when you became more sassy with him. You weren’t going to look at him. 

It wouldn’t take long for you to hear his footsteps enter your bedroom. The dress slides down your frame as you reach for your silk robe placing it on. “Like I said we are not done talking you damn brat.”

“And I say we are.” you picked up the dress and placed it on the back of the chair. 

It was driving him crazy that you wouldn’t look at him. The large structure man walks towards you. In a quick motion, you were pinned between him and the wall. His large hand pinning both of your hands above your head. Still avoiding to look at him “Even pinning your hands above your head you still can’t look at me.” his large hand was around your neck applying enough pressure to get your attention. “Apparently, I need to wrap my hand around that pretty neck of yours to have you look at me like a good girl.”  Taiju's eyes focused on yours as they traveled to his hand around your neck. He felt his growing bulge forming in his pants. “Look what you do to me. Getting me all worked up..” his voice was low raspy the hint of his bourbon mixed with the cigarette he was smoking lingered on his breath. 

“Now… Are you going to listen to me when I tell you to do something?” he asked you. You didn’t argue as you nodded. “I can't hear you.” the slightly taunting in his voice. 

“Yes daddy.” your eyes are still on his.

“Good girl… Now get on your knees for me and show Daddy how much you love him.”

Ran

Sitting on his lap, it was becoming more apparent he was looking at your left hand more. His fingers seem to play with the ringless ring finger. Ran began picturing what kind of ring he was planning on placing on your finger. “Something on your mind Ran?” Looking at the violet eye lover. His eyes drifted from your ring finger to your doe-eyed expression. “Thinking about what kind of ring will look good on your finger baby girl. I think it’s been long overdue and I want to get it now.” 

You cocked your brow at him “Really now?” with a playful smirk “What makes you think I will wear it now?”

“As my future wife, it will be suitable. You would want to wear the ring your future husband bought now wouldn’t you?” Your fingers combed through his soft smooth short hair. “If I don't?” 

“You will, I will make sure of it.” He reached for your fingers intertwining them with his. Sliding you off his lap onto the couch, his hand still intertwined with yours. You were sliding lower onto the couch as he was hovering over you. “You and I both know well if I place a collar around your neck you wouldn’t remove it or just like when you ride my face until you cum. No one is capable of taking you from me either.”  

He had you right there. No doubt in his mind and he was right you wouldn’t decline anything he wanted to do. He would be able to convince you to walk down the street in lingerie if he wanted to. He had this sort of power over you and it always made you cave in. “I get it, Ran. You know I’m teasing Ran.” you playfully said, “I’m yours.”

Other than the three words he loved hearing, he also loved those two words  “Say it again baby girl.” Lowering his head lower towards your lips lightly brushing against yours. The light touch of his light sent a tingling sensation throughout your body.  

“I’m yours.”  You lifted your head slightly as your lips pressed against his. 

“That’s my girl~” Ran smoothly said to you. Ran freed his hand from yours, his index finger brushing against your bottom lip. The tip of your tongue lightly brushes against the tip of his finger. With no asking from him, your lips began sucking on his finger. “I bet you would be sucking me off so good just like always a baby girl. Seeing those pouty lips around my cock how you take me inch by inch.” he continued to watch you suck on his finger.

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könig just wants a little wife... 💋

hey guys! totally having brain rot about trying to hook up with and finally lose your virginity to könig, but he just totally doesn't understand the concept of something casual...

totally inspired by this post u guys its toooo good... go read it rn @gremlingottoosilly is literally a mastermind 🌝🔪. but!! this is also based off of an experience i had with a guy that i met recently so let me know if you want to hear that story as well cuties :p

cw: sketchy situations, fem!bodied reader, virgin!reader, inexperienced!reader, very slight m!receiving oral, dom/sub dynamics, cnc/dubcon, i'm rereading this like, damn this bitch rlly put herself in this situation... AND she wants to do it again 🤭

before he picked you up outside of your apartment complex, könig was just some man that you'd met online, and decided to meet up with irl because of his sweet personality! he was so much kinder than the other pervy guys on those websites, and he complemented you frequently, although he would regularly ask for a photo of your hips in different positions, and that he'd asked you to facetime while you sucked on a strawberry lollipop, not letting you end the video call until you finished licking at the last bits of sugar left on the stick, your lips red from the sweet dye. he even had you eat before taking you to a hotel of his choice, making sure that you'd hydrated and were soft from the warm food he had recommended, although he ensured that you didn't feel too full :( he wanted to make sure that you saved room for him in your sweet, soft body. when you arrived at the hotel room he immediately went about setting up every detail, turning on the tv to a true crime documentary, claiming it was relaxing, before making sure that you were comfy by giving you every pillow in the entire room and essentially making you a nest. he chuckled and muttered about, how much he 'wished you were snuggled up like this in his bed every night,' before climbing over the pillow walls behind you and forcing you into a little spoon position!! he loved the domesticity of the situation, you in your comfy clothes while he had you presses against his chest. könig has you wrapped up in his arms soooo tight omg. like his bicep is all the way around your mouth as you struggle to breathe with the combined pressure of his arm around your torso, absentmindedly groping your tits.. he just felt soo strong so of course you bit into his bicep.. hard. his hand immediately shot up your big hoodie as he groped you, pinching your nipples between his rough fingers. you whimpered when you felt his hard cock against your bottom, and you squirmed at the sudden feeling. he began inhaling your hair and neck, his nose poking into the pace behind your ear. he turned you over and cradled your back while he pulled your sweater over your head. könig remained fully clothed in his sweatpants and loose black shirt, making him feel even bigger when he pulled you onto his lap and started biting your breasts and sucking as though he expected your sensitive tits to produce something for him. you began to whimper loudly into his neck until he brought his hand up to cover your mouth as he let you bite and suck on his fingers, absentmindedly squishing your cheeks with the fingers that you weren't greedily sucking on, his mind focused on biting and groping your sensitive nipples.

he suddenly removes his hand before reaching down with it to take off your panties and rub your naked folds while you straddled his lap and try to focus on kissing him while his other arm reaches around your back and he slaps your ass too hard!! making you fall forwards and onto his lap :( 

könig starts fingering you hard enough for you to be seeing stars and weeping into his mouth until he decided you were stretched out enough for him and he made you crawl down to his dick and roll a condom over his hard cock with your mouth, and his skillful fingers directing you while he groaned softly at your timid licks to his covered tip.

he roughly pulls you back up to his level, before turning you and laying you down with your back in your mountain of pillows while he began teasing your pussy with his tip while you cried, embarrassed and trying to close your shaking legs. he kept them open with his thick thighs before he started easing himself into your tight entrance. but he was sooo big and you couldn't handle him for long before you started crying in earnest while he began pistoning into you at a breakneck speed. he didn't stop, and you felt your hips bucking up into his cock as he drills you further into the bed with his hand over your mouth to muffle your moans and sobs of overstimulation. he thrust into you harder, focusing on the prominent bulge in your tummy from his cock, your legs shaking and chest heaving as he kept grunting about how hard it was for him to bottom out and how you were too tight.. and how he didn't want you to stop moving your hips into his, "like the little minx that you are," then his hand moved over your stomach while he kept moving until you came while he bullied his cock into your stretched cunt. after he finished inside his condom and pulled you into a sitting position, making you look at the bloody sheets that were underneath the space where your bodies were still connected. he whispered about how you had been such a good girl you were for him, and that your pussy had been especially good to him, staining him with your blood so you both knew you belonged to him. you felt embarrassed and hid your face in his neck so he couldn't see your tear-stained face. every part of you felt so messy when he carried you to the other bed and moved every pillow from the used bed into the clean one, making you put your sticky panties back on, along with an oversized zip-up hoodie that he produced from his backpack.

he went to the bathroom before coming back to cuddle with you where you were curled up on the side of the bed. he made you kiss him before he pushed you back onto your side and secured you against his chest, holding you as tightly as he could while you whined about how sore your pussy felt. he massaged your tummy where his cock had been just 15 minutes before :( pressing down before he pulled up the blankets over the both of you, keeping his arm over the blanket to really muffle your whimpers while he gently fondled your bare breasts under his hoodie, whispering promises to you that this wouldn't be the last time he had you all to himself, sighing into your hair about how he, 'couldn't wait to make you a mütterchen to his babies,' fantasizing about 'making you live with him so he could take your cute pussy raw and make you his doting housewife.' 😖

i love you all and the overwhelming love on my last post was swooo encouraging!! thank u guys :p

[coldfanbou]

Recording Session

Here we have the piece of the week; I'll be learning how to manage my time so we can get at least two a week. Anyway, I hope you enjoy nothing too harsh, some very slight degradation.

Length 1.9K

Karina x Mreader x Yunjin

You spanked Karina as she opened the door to your hotel room. "Don't get too excited; we still have to set up." She reminds you.

"I know, but that won't take too long." You take a handful of her ass and squeeze the toned muscle and smooth skin, feeling great. A light moan escapes her. 

Slapping your hand away, she says, "Come on, let's just set up so we can get started."

As you set up cameras at various angles, you continue the conversation,  "Yeah, yeah. Just don't be too loud; we got a lot of complaints from neighbors last time."

"Oh, it's my fault I got fucked so good I couldn't stop screaming?" Karina says with a smile.

You respond with a heavy dose of sarcasm, "Obviously, Karina."

 She playfully punches your shoulder, "Alright, jerk, I'm going to need you to go easy on me if you want me to be quiet." Once everything was set and Karina stripped down to a set of black lingerie, you got yourself ready. You stared at Karina, her breasts accentuated by a black bra that left her light brown nipples uncovered. Lowering your gaze, your eyes run across her toned stomach and small waist before reaching her panties, designed for easy access with a slit running down the middle. You felt yourself become erect as you continued to stare. Karina stares back at you, seeing your bulge through your pants as she licks her lips. "You can start the cameras if you're ready." You grab the remote control for the farther cameras and a smaller one for a pov shot. 

Starting the recording, you say, "There we go." At those words, Karina gets down on her knees. Pulling down your pants, she frees your hard cock from its constraints. Her delicate hand takes your shaft and slowly strokes it. At the head, she pauses and rubs the head with her thumb; you struggle to stay quiet as your legs become weak. You record Karina as she stares up at the camera. 

With a hungry look, she says, "I know you want more, baby, and I'm going to make sure you give me everything you got."

Karina runs her tongue along the underside of your cock, going from base to tip and back. The next time she does it, Karina takes the head into her mouth. Her tongue licks the tip like a popsicle while stroking your shaft. The corners of her mouth are stretched as she moves to take in more of your cock. As Karina bobs her head, you groan; keeping the camera on her, she occasionally glances up to meet it. "You love watching me suck your big cock don't you?" She says, eyeing you. You nod along, and she uses her tongue to great effect. You put your hand on the back of her head and push her forward. Her tongue tries to lick at your balls as she reaches the base. Her tight throat brings you close to orgasm; Karina feels your cock begin to throb and bobs her head, and her hands start to play with your balls, bringing you closer. As you climax, Karina slowly pulls away, making sure to drink a good amount of cum before letting the final spurts paint her face. Karina presses her finger to her lips before gathering some cum. "Just how I like it; so warm and tasty. But I want it somewhere else." She says while rubbing her wet folds. Karina walks to the bed and lays back, spreading her legs for you. "Come on, baby, fuck my pussy."

After walking to her, you slap her pussy with your cock. Karina giggles, "Don't tease me too long." You press against her entrance before pushing yourself in. "Oh, fuck," she moans as you push yourself in. You shut off the camera you're holding and place it aside. Grabbing onto Karina's hips, you start thrusting; her slick walls provide you with enough nectar that your cock is quickly coated in it, allowing you to move quicker. The slight resistance you had on your first thrust promptly disappeared, and you started ramming Karina's pussy without restraint. Karina struggles to contain her moans, covering her mouth with one hand while the other grips the bed sheets for dear life. Knowing she can never last long, you start pinching and pulling on her nipples. "Hold on; I'm going to cum." She whines as she continues to try and cover her mouth. Quickening your pace, Karina's big tits start to move around quickly as you drive your cock deep into her with every thrust. "Fuck I'm cumming!" She screams. Unable to contain herself any longer, Karina's moans bounce off the walls as her body shakes, and her juices spray toward you as her orgasm comes to a close. While she was cumming you continued pounding away at her pussy, drawing ever closer to your orgasm. 

You're interrupted by a loud knock at the door. You pull out and hurry to find a towel while the loud knocks continue. "I told you to be quiet, Karina." 

"S-shut it," Karina responds as she uses the impromptu break to catch her breath.

Opening the door, a tall woman pushes her way in. "Can't you be quiet!" I'm on my honeymoon, and I can't sleep!" She yells. You close the door behind her to not draw more attention.

"We weren't being that loud, whatever your name is," Karina responds. The woman turns to Karina and gasps as she sees her lying on the bed in lingerie, her thighs slick with her nectar and face still a mess with cum.

"I-I," The tall woman says, unable to think of anything. 

"What? Haven't you ever seen a woman get fucked this good?" Karina says as she stands up.

"I…" 

"You said you're on your honeymoon. I bet your husband isn't nearly as good as he is, and you're just angry that you couldn't cum." Karina says while getting closer to her. "What's your name?"

"Yunjin."

"Well, Yunjin, what if you tried him out?" Karina leaves Yunjin's side and goes to you before pulling down your towel and revealing your cock to Yunjin. Looking at her face, she's shocked at your size. Karina starts stroking your cock and leads you closer to Yunjin. "Don't you want to try it? I'm sure he could more than fulfill your desires." Karina stands behind Yunjin, waiting for an answer.

"I-I don't want to."

Karina blew cool air into Yunjin's ear and reached under her nightgown, rubbing and feeling how wet she was. "It looks like you really want to try. We won't tell your husband; it'll be our little secret." She whispers into her ear. Turning her focus to you, Karina asks, "Isn't that right, honey?"

"Of course, our lips will be sealed."

"I really shouldn't," Yunjin responds as she stares at your cock.

"At least give him a taste," Karina says as she guides Yunjin to her knees. Yunjin doesn't resist, as she gets to eye level with her tongue coming out for a second. Seeing that, Karina gently pushes Yunjin's head forward. Her small tongue gives the head of your cock a quick lick before going in for another. Tasting Karina's nectar in combination with some precum, Yunjin can't help herself and takes the head of your cock in her mouth. You groan as Karina pushes Yunjin further before taking her hand away. Yunjin closes her eyes as she starts bobbing her head. Karina plays with Yunjin's tits and pussy. The taller woman moans as Karina begins to play with her body. You moan as Yunjin's tongue hungrily laps at your cock. Your cock throbs as your orgasm approaches, Yunjin was ill-prepared when your cum flooded her mouth and throat. 

She’s forced to back away, and her face is coated in cum, much like Karina's. Yunjin coughs a bit before gathering some of the cum on her face and eating it. Karina laughs, seeing Yunjin want more cum. “See, it’s great. Let’s make sure you get some more elsewhere.” Her fingers push aside Yunjin’s panties before going deep inside her. The younger woman moans grow louder. “You want it don’t you? To feel his big hard cock deep inside your tight little pussy.” Yunjin nods her head quickly. “Say it, or we won't give it to you.” 

“I want him to fuck me. I want his cock.” 

Karina slaps the younger woman’s cheek, “that’s a good girl.” Helping her onto the bed, Karina strips Yunjin’s panties and nightgown away from her body. You quickly get hard looking at her relatively tight and thin body. You position yourself at her pussy and push inside quickly. Yunjin’s back arcs upward.

“Oh god, yes!” She screams. Karina just smiles as she watches the woman before her turn more into a slut. She starts teasing Yunjin’s nipples as you hold onto her lower body thrusting into her without a care. “Fuck! You’re so big; you’re so much bigger.” The younger woman moans as she pulls Karina into a kiss. You feel Yunjin wrap her legs around your waist as you continue impaling her with your cock. Noticing a bulge when you thrust, you press down on it and increase the pleasure for both of you. 

“He’s a lot better than your husband, isn’t he?”

“He’s so much better. I’m sorry, honey, but it feels too good.” Yunjin says as if her husband was there to witness her being fucked senseless. 

“Let’s put your pretty mouth to better use than talking,” Karina whispers before straddling Yunjin’s face and grinding on it. The older woman’s moans grow as Yunjin’s tongue explores her pussy without restraint. You revel in the feeling of Yunjin’s tight pussy as it squeezes down on you; you knock against her womb as you put more power into your thrusts. Yunjin’s moans grow louder as she reaches her orgasm; her lower body grinds against you erratically as cums. Karina teases Yunjin’s clit, not allowing the younger woman to get any respite. The overstimulation drives her into cumming, continuously feeding into your orgasm as her walls clamp down on your cock. Karina grows loud again as she comes closer to her climax at the hands of Yunjin. As the three of you come to the edge, Yunjin is the first to reach her climax as her body spasms; Karina soon flows as she floods Yunjin’s mouth with her nectar. You finish by slamming yourself into the younger woman filling her womb with your cum. You give her a few soft thrusts before pulling out. As you do, your semen comes flooding out of Yunjin. Karina gets off of the younger woman and chuckles to herself, “What a little slut you are.” As she turns her head toward you, she motions for you to get closer. “Let’s get her address and send her a little gift when we get home.”

Yunjin lays on the bed, breathing heavily, utterly oblivious to everything. She reaches down to feel your cum pooling around her legs.  She gives it another taste before resting. After you tell her, she should return before her husband wakes up. She does so, limping slightly as she goes back to her room. You turn off the cameras and ask around for her address the next day before eventually getting it. 

After a few weeks, Yunjin goes to receive the mail. Noticing a strange package among the regular mail. Signed as being from old friends, she opens it to find a USB and a dildo. Plugging it in, she finds a single video of that night. It was lucky that no one was around when it played. Yunjin felt herself grow wet as she watched herself be fucked; she longed to return to that night. She would masturbate to that video in every free moment she had.

[hyhkai]

— "for you." % h.k

[one shot, MDNI]

[ 💭 ] it was just supposed to be a little hang out, and he only got you a little gift, well. we'll see about that.

cw : fluff + smut, hueningkais love language is gifting,, fingering, slight size kink, mating press, pet names [baby/pretty girl]

flinching from the sudden doorbell, you perk up from your phone. didn't he say he'd be here by six? it's barely evening right now. or maybe it's someone else.

you quickly shuffled out of your beanbag and walked over to the door, opening it with the chain lock still on. it was indeed hueningkai, with his hands behind his back and a cheeky smile plastered on his face as he leaned a little, looking at you.

you quickly unhooked the chain and opened the door. and he, in a very vehemently turned his hand to the front — a rose. he revealed it to you in such a way that it was booping your nose. you looked at it wide-eyed, taken aback.

"kai?"

"for you." he murmured, now handing it over as he walked in, stretching his arms. "i saw it in someone's front yard, it was hanging above the wall so i thought–"

the rose and your cheeks had something in common now. both were red. you closed the door and turned around, hugging him from the back as tight as a child holds onto its favorite teddy bear.

"did you get pricked?" you asked, swinging the both of you from side to side.

"no no, I'm just fine." he mumbled, looking down as he held your hands, making you hug him even tighter. "that's pretty hot of you, y'know?" you mumbled.

now the rose, you, and hueningkai's cheeks, all had one thing in common. all were red.

"o-oh?" he smiled gently as he turned around, looking down at you, whose face could barely reach his chest. you placed your chin against his chest, looking up at him and nodding.

"I'm happy you didn't buy it. it's annoying to buy flowers! just pluck some. it's fun to plant flowers too!"

he laughed lightly as he wrapped his arms around your waist, hands holding each of your hips gently. you wrapped your arms around his neck as he gradually lifted you up, you now on your tip-toes as your lips met.

the rose was against his shoulder as his hands went down to your thighs, legs wrapped around his waist as he walked over to your bedroom, foreheads touching.

laying you down on the bed, hueningkai's hands went under your top and pushed it up to your chest and caressed your belly, face buried into your neck as you could only let out small whimpers of his name. he bit into your skin as he held onto your boobs, pinching the nipples lightly. he got up and sat on top of you, admiring how small you were looking. his hand covered your entire neck everytime he choked you.

he pulled the string of your pajamas and pulled them down your legs, purposely leaving your panties still on. god, you were so wet and pretty for him. he pushed your panties to the side. "mm, kai– i can take it!" you cried when he plunged a finger inside of you to prep you. he's embarrassed but he knows you can't take his dick so quickly.

"hmph, baby, you can't. c'mon, I'll make you cum twice, okay?" he said just loud enough for you to hear and close your eyes. he was fingering you faster than usual — almost too fast. almost like he wanted to see you cry because he made you see stars. two fingers plunging inside of you as his other hand was over your pelvis, thumb rubbing your clit slowly.

"mmff!!– fuck me, kai– pl-please!" was all you could say. your hands were at your sides, right hand still holding the rose. you gripped the sheets as your high took over you, hips bucking up with an arching back, desperately.

"hmph, I will, pretty girl" he said as he pulled his fingers out, pushing your legs further apart and sitting in front of you, his hard dick easily visible through his jeans. he held both of your wrists and the rose dropped on your stomach.

"hold your legs, pretty girl."

you did. hands going under your knees and pulling them up, wet pussy full on display for him. he chuckled lightly at the sight of his girlfriend so fucked out already. he unbuckled his jeans pushed them down only until his knees, dicks tip right on your pussy. he rubbed his cock on your pussy, making you wait.

"kai– stop it! just- just fill me up already!" and he finally, finally pushed his dick into your core. "fuck, so tight. mmhh.." he exhaled deeply as he leaned into you, hands placed right beside your head as he started moving his hips. you rolled your eyes back when he pushed himself into your cunt completely, bulge forming in your stomach. he's too big for you.

he looked at your pussy, that was clenching around him, feeling every bit of his dick. it was a sight, the rose was still on your stomach. his one hand pushed the strands of hair off your face. he loved the sight, his pretty girl with her eyes closed shut, mouth slightly agape just because of his dick.

"touch yourself baby, cum for me." he said as he held your legs now, pushing them down onto your chest – your boobs getting squeezed together. you murmured incoherent moans and touched your swollen clit, rubbing yourself harshly. you wanted to cum so much it almost made you forget everything you ever learned.

"f-fuck,, kai! big– gonna- cum-!" as his thrusts got sloppier, hitting the same spot again and again.

he should give you roses more often.

——

i can expla- [gunshot]

[starryluce]

Peace

Cal Kestis x f!reader

Warning: Smut but very soft smut, oral f! receiving, unprotected sex, grammar errors, No spoiler for Jedi survivor

Cal's only dream was to live in peace with you. To live on a planet away from the Empire. One they’d never find. Where he couldn't be hurt and, more importantly, you wouldn't get hurt. Maybe have a kid or two, but he would be more than content with just you and BD. 

You and Cal had been in this fight for too long. Sure, it had its good times. Cal was sure you and BD could make any bad day better. Even when he was bleeding from a blaster shot, he truly believed your soft hand was all he needed to fix it (which was not true, he needed a stim, a bottle of bacta spray, and 20 stitches). 

“Cal?” you ask quietly, rubbing your eyes gently to try to wake yourself up. “Go back to sleep,” he whispered gently, cradling your head. “Kinda hard when your staring at me,” you smile lovingly, Cal laughs.

“Just so beautiful,” he mummers, playing with a strand of your hair. “What’s on your mind?” you ask, knowing he's thinking about a lot more than your sleeping form. “Just our future.” he answers, his fingers finding their way to your scalp as he massages gently. “How do you see our future?” you try to pry, he smiles. “Always so snoopy,” he teases you, kissing your forehead. “If i was snoopy I would have read your thoughts by now,” you respond. He tilts his head. 

“You know, having a home where we can be safe, having time to relax, spend more personal time together.” He throws in a wink at the end, “maybe get married,” he adds

“You’d want to marry me?” you ask, a slight blush appearing on your cheek. “Of course,” he answers, draping your thigh over his body. His fingers slowly move back and forth between your upper and lower thigh. He moves to kiss you, and you gladly return it. As the kiss deepens, he moves between your legs. Moments like this were rare for you and Cal, you never had too much time, and when there was, you both were too sore and bruised to want to do anything except cuddle up and go to sleep. 

Cals kisses made their way down to your neck, causing you to giggle. His fingers found the bottom of your shirt, hinting he wanted it off. You obliged, lifting up your arms in response. The moment your shirt was off, Cal's mouth found its way to your nipple. His tongue circled it. This was all Cal wanted to be able to suck on your breast while you rutted against each other. He was always infatuated with your breast. He was ashamed of it and still partly is. He just can’t take his eyes away from them when you are showing just the tiniest bit of cleavage. Just the thought of cuddling into your breast gives him instant relaxation. But Cal was on a mission to please you, and if you keep rutting against him, he will not last long. 

He moves his mouth down, kissing you all the way down to your panties, and his fingers drag down until they're on the floor. “This okay?” he asks before attaching his mouth to your clit. “More than okay, Cal” he wasted no time after those words fell from your mouth. His hot tongue circling your clit makes you arch your back. Your hands make their way to his red hair as you pull him as close as humanly possible to you. His short beard is rough against your inner thigh, and you are sure it will irritate your skin. But for now, you can't bring yourself to care. Your thighs close around his head. You aren't quite sure how Cal is breathing, but how his tongue darts in and out tells you he's doing okay. “Cal,” you moan, “gotta stop baby.” you moan, your hands not letting go of his hair even with your brain telling you to let go. 

Cal's head pops up, “Kinda hard to stop when youe body keeps forcing me back down,” he laughs. The bottom half of his face is soaked in your juices. You pull him to you, giving him a kiss. “Need you inside me,” you whisper. Cal gives you a quick smile before going back to work. His big red tip looks painful and makes you feel bad for making him wait this long. Not that Cal minded. Your pleasure would always come first to him, no matter how much pain he endured. 

Before Cal's tip reached your entrance, you stopped him, instructing him to sit. You straddle his waist, guiding his cock into you. You both let out a moan at the sensation. “Never let me take care of you…” you begin, “Let me take care of you… Like you do me,” you whisper in his ear. Leaving sloppy kisses on his neck. “Yes, Maam’ he responds. Your arms wrap around his neck as your start bouncing. His hands are firm on your waist, trying his best not to help you. Not that you needed it. You were doing amazing. Pleasing him more than he ever thought was possible. He had this urge and instinct to help you with every little thing, even when he knew you could handle it. But he had to control it this time, in fear if he helped you, he would be forced to take his hands off your waist. 

“Mmm, close,” you moan. Your movement is slowing down and getting sloppy. “Cum for me,” he responds, brushing your hair from your face. “Not before you,” you cry, tears falling down your face. Trying your best not to cum on his cock, but it all feels too good. Cal's heart breaks at the sight of you crying in pain. “At the same time then, okay?” he brushes your tears away. You nod, pulling him as close to you as possible as you both come undone. Cal's hands rub up and down your back, “So good,” he whispers, leaving kisses near your jawline.

[kiiwiigii]

Appreciation

Alec x Fem!Reader

Summary: Alec decides to surprise you with a visit to your university. And you decide to surprise him in… other ways.

Warnings:

NSFW 18+

Smut

Edging

Oral (M. Receiving)

Slight voyeurism

Word Count: 1.2k+

Request: For Kinktober!

Under the desk with Alec!!!! Stay quiet while I suck you off pretty boyyyyy 😈

A/N: *evil laughter*

"Math sucks. Physics sucks. Everything sucks." I pouted. 

Alec's sudden smirk had me blushing. His thumb came up and swiped along my bottom lip in a seductive manner. 

"I see one thing that isn't sucking right now." 

I shot him a glare before returning a smirk of my own. "That can easily be remedied you know." 

He raised an eyebrow in surprise. I got up, running my hands along his chest and I heard his breath hitch. I pushed him towards my chair lightly. 

"Why don't you take a seat, baby." I let my voice drop into a breathy whisper, my heart racing at the idea of what we were about to do. "I should show my appreciation for all your help." 

Alec gaped at me as he collapsed in the chair, stunned. Well, this was a first. I had left him speechless. I suppose I shouldn't really be surprised. I had never really taken control before, I preferred to be submissive mostly. But not at this moment. He had been teasing me all day and it was time for a little payback. 

I gave him a sultry stare, or at least I hoped it was sultry. Either way, whatever I was doing seemed to be working, because he was just staring at me, wide-eyed. I slipped under the desk, pulling at his legs lightly to get him to move closer and out of view of any passerby. 

I let my hands wander up his legs, feeling the muscles of his thighs twitch deliciously, before palming at his growing erection beneath his slacks. I saw his hands clench and I couldn't help but grin.  

Oh yes. This was going to be fun. 

"Tesero," He breathed. "I'm not sure if this is a good idea." 

"Shut up, Alec and let me have my fun." 

He growled in warning, but I ignored him, reaching up and freeing him from his slacks. Without any warning I gave his hard cock a long lick up the underside before letting my tongue swirl around the tip.  

Alec gasped and gripped the table, his knuckles turning paler than they already were. I paused as I heard a crack. 

"Alec." I admonished. "I haven't even done anything!" 

Alec didn't say anything, but he moved his hands above the desk and out of sight. I heard the shuffling of papers from above and I grinned. He was going to pretend, was he? 

I gave him another lick before taking him all the way in my mouth, swallowing the gag that worked its way up as he hit the back of my throat. He jerked in surprise, sucking in a ragged breath. I might be enjoying this a bit too much, but it was too late to turn back now. I began bobbing my head up and down slowly, hollowing out my cheeks as I sucked hard. 

Alec hissed quietly from above me, but I paid him no heed. I added my hand into the mix, speeding up and slowing down as he tensed. I wasn't about to let him cum so easily. Finally, I let him slide out of my mouth, letting my hands do the work. 

"Excuse me." 

Alec and I nearly choked as a new voice came from nearby. It was a girl from the sound of it, and she sounded rather shy. I couldn't help the grin that spread over my face. Slowly, ever so slowly, I took him back into my mouth, inch by inch, and I watched as Alec's thighs tensed, one of his hands coming under the table to grasp my hair and keep me still. 

Sorry darling. But that wasn't going to work. Instead, I settled for suckling at his cock. His hand grasped my hair tighter and I tried not to moan, a wetness dampening my panties. 

"I- I noticed you sitting over here, and it looks like you're studying the same subject as me." The girl continued, oblivious to my presence under the table. "I was wondering… if you'd like to come study with me? And maybe have dinner afterwards?" 

Oh my god. He was getting asked out while I sucked his cock. I couldn't see whatever Alec was doing, but by the way he was holding on to me I had to assume that he was trying his best to keep a straight face. I let him slide out of my mouth again. 

"How does it feel, darling? Do you like having your cock stuffed in my mouth?" I kept my voice low, well aware of the girl standing right there. "Do you like me sucking you off while another girl is asking you out?" 

I heard something snap, and I assumed it must have been the pencil I had left on the table. I let out a little giggle before kissing up and down his cock, giving a lick here and there. I made sure to take my time, teasing until I felt him shaking beneath my hands.  

"No thank you." He all but growled at the girl. 

There was a shocked pause from the girl. 

"Oh. Okay." She sounded so heartbroken. 

I could hear her shuffling away sadly against the library carpet and I giggled quietly in glee before I took him back in my mouth, this time going fast and hard. His hips began to jerk before settling into a rhythm, rocking in tandem with my mouth. 

If I had my way his boy was going to cum in my mouth.  

Right here. 

Right now.  

I cupped his balls, giving them a gentle roll in my hands. He suddenly tensed and groaned, leaning forward onto the desk for support as I felt his cold seed burst into the heat of my mouth. I swallowed, enjoying the taste as I kept sucking, dialing it back just a little. 

"Fuck. Y/N!" He hissed quietly. 

His other hand reached under the desk and entangled them into my hair. I kept at it until he was shaking like a leaf. 

"Y/N, you have to stop. I- I can't-" 

He was panting. 

I ignored his pleas, keeping my rhythm nice and slow. He could stop me, if he really wanted to, just like before. His hands were still in my hair after all. But instead of keeping my head still, he seemed to be pushing my head down onto his cock just a little. I hummed and he let out another hiss, thrusting his hips. I twirled my tongue around the head of his cock before taking him all the way to the back of my throat again. It didn't take long before I had him falling apart again, a low moan following right behind. 

He shoved my head down all the way back to the base of his cock, rocking his hips as he finished coming for a second time. He was really shaking now. Practically vibrating. I let him go with a deliciously wet pop, my saliva a mere string between us now. 

"Y/N." 

He was still panting, but even panting his voice sounded dangerously husky. I knew I was going to be in for it when we returned to my dorm room. 

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MW2 Boys & Their Kinks

mmmm. yea. that's it. female reader bc i love boobs, but do lmk if anyone wants any other kind of reader i'm open to that!! i wanted this to be better but its kind of trash because your girl doesnt know how to write snippets. 

i’m down to write a part 2 just lmk ig?

length: 1k

content warning: knife play!, daddy kink!, bondage!, choking, p-in-v (duh), grinding, riding, dominant reader in rudy's section, slight exhibitionism(?), car sex... hehe

spanish translations: "dilo de nuevo"- say it again

Simon "GHOST" Riley

mans is into knife play

cannot change my mind

definitely was scared to bring it up because he didn't want to scare you away

was utterly shocked when you got excited

it's not an everyday practice but you both do it every now and again

i know damn well if he ever cuts any clothes off he'll immediately say "i'll buy you a new one"

"Simon-" You groaned after he sliced through your panties. He rolled his eyes before diving in, your brain quickly forgetting about the destroyed article of clothing.

He was lapping at your pussy, eating you out like he's never had anything so good in his life. The mask was barely off as he had just gotten home, so you struggled to grab onto something. Your hands fisted the bedsheets while your back arched off the mattress.

"I'm close-" You whispered before he pulled away leaving you whining. He pulled his combat knife out of his pocket, putting the dull side to your neck.

"Good girls don't complain when they're about to get fucked," He said roughly, only pulling his pants down far enough to get his cock out. You nodded against the blade, feeling yourself get wetter. He pushed in slowly, causing him to groan. You bit your lip, throwing your head back at the feeling.

"Careful sweetheart, don't wanna cut yourself." He snickered before deliviering a hard thrust.

Johnny "SOAP" MacTavish

not full-on exhibitionist but has tendencies

likes everyone to know your his

everyone knows you're off limits but like-

will give you hickies and hide all ur makeup and make sure you can't cover them up if you wanted to

definitely makes you scream so everyone can hear

You, Johnny, and the task force were out for drinks. It was supposed to be a night in but last minute the boys wanted to go out and poor Johnny could have one too many sometimes. But you were planning to get your brains fucked out until it was late as hell and you were sitting in a booth bored out of your mind. You loved seeing him have fun but you also wanted your time with him. And you were extremely horny. He was busy all week, leaving you by yourself, which after him, was hard to finish the job. He had his phone in front of him while chatting about something with the guys, so you shot him a text.

I'm horny.

That's all you said. All you needed to say, actually. Because he looked down and immediately looked at you, with a raised eyebrow. You gave him puppy dog eyes to try and persuade him, and that's exactly what you did.

"S'cuse me lads, gotta take care of something really quick," He winked at them before grabbing your wrist and leading you out to the car. You were in the backseat, making out in no time, as he slid your jeans off far enough. You unbuckled his pants, stroking his cock as soon as you could get your hands inside his boxers.

"'m sorry, didn't even cross my mind. I'll make it up to you," He whispered, breaking away from the kiss. He kissed down your neck before pushing you back so he could be between your thighs.

Let's just say it was not "really quick". The whole squad stared at the fogged-up car when they left the bar, placing bets on what went down.

Alejandro "DADDY" Vargas (thats all i got)

daddy kink 110%

also would love you tied up?

begging him?

"please daddy please"

bye

deceased

You guys were at some fancy banquet to get intel. So naturally, Alejandro wore a suit and you wore an evening dress. With a slit. That showed off cleavage. You just looked so gorgeous it was hard for him to remember why you both were here.

But a couple hours later, your wrists were tied to the hotel bed frame with his tie from tonight as he stood over you. He had just stopped going down on you after you came three times. You were already losing your mind, your brain practically mush. He wasn't much older than you but something in you just made it slip out.

"You ready princessa?"

"Yes daddy," He paused, dick in hand, right at your entrance before slowly looking up at you.

"Dilo de nuevo." He said firmly. You just looked up at him, through your lidded eyes, already fucked out,

"Please, fuck me daddy," You practically whined out. If you had any sense of self left you might be embarassed. But he groaned and thrust into you hard when he heard that fall from your lips.

Rodolfo "RUDY" Parra

you can't tell me this man isn't a full on switch

like he can be firm with you but some days...

he just wants to be the little bottom baby he is

and we love that

we love a man who lets his partner TREAT HIM RIGHT!!!

he loves praise too...

"Who's my good boy?" You asked, pausing from the rocking of your hips to grab his chin and lean down. His expression was unforgetable and his noises egged you on. He nodded, trying to find the words.

"Words honey, I need to hear you." You said softly, kissing down his neck.

"M-me. I am. I'm your good boy-" He stuttered. You could tell edging him all night was taking a toll on him. But you couldn't help it. His whines and moans had you dripping.

You picked up your pace again, bouncing on his cock while your hands held on to his shoulders. You could tell he was becoming impatient with the way his hips would buck into yours.

"You close?" He nodded again, trying to speak but only moaning instead. You leaned down and nibbled on his ear before telling him to cum inside you. His eyes shot open and looked at you with bewilderment. You continued your rapid pace, while he was still trying to process what you said. But you felt his dick twitch and you smiled to yourself before he painted your walls white.

[magnoliacharmed]

more, more, more

18+, Edge x Randy Orton one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Tags: lace panties, vibrators, frottage, jealousy, biting, slight feminization, Randy realizes things

Word count: 3076

Summary:

Edge convinces Randy to try some new things.

“What do you think? Would they look good on Veronica?”

Edge held up a pair of lacy white panties with light pink trim and a tiny light pink bow right on the front. They were pretty, a classic design for a sweet and ladylike young woman. He raised his eyebrows and smiled widely with a naughty twinkle in his eye, mashing at his gum like he was so fond of doing. 

“Veronica thinks she’s innocent enough for those just because she’s blonde?” Randy took one glance at Edge’s smirk and rolled his eyes. He sure was getting a kick out of all this, the freak.

“I think she can be when she wants to, which as you know is very rarely.”

Edge tossed the underwear back into its little pile. Randy was really lame when he was embarrassed, it was annoying. He just couldn't get out of his own head.

“Well, what about these for Lauren? They seem like her style.”

Another pair in the same design, black with white trimming and a matching bow, was dangled in Randy’s face. He snatched them out of Edge’s hands and rubbed the lace between his fingers as discreetly as possible, liking the way they felt. They were nice, he had to admit. Cute but not cutesy. They'd probably make his ass look great…

“Hi, do you two need help with anything? Any recommendations for the women in your lives?”

A very eager, very enthusiastic saleswoman with dark brown hair bounded over to Randy and Edge. Her hands were behind her back, her chest puffed out to give her Bombshell bra and what held it some attention. Both men zeroed in on her cleavage and determined that she was a pretty good advertisement for the Victoria's Secret padding technology. 

“No sweetheart, we’re okay. Thanks though.”

Edge winked at her and like he expected, the girl giggled before turning away. It was enough to irritate Randy even more. It's not like he had any problems getting women-- by this point they were chasing him. It wasn't even enjoyable any more since they started appearing in his hotel room half naked or "accidentally" brushing against his crotch at the club. Edge was still having a good time being a flirt, whispering sweet nothings in their ear and leaving light touched across their backs until they went home with him for the night. When Randy was sipping at his drink as the ladies pawed at him in their private section, he let his eyes glaze over while Edge reveled in an abundance of female attention. He already knew how it felt to do the picking up; sometimes, when he was especially drunk, he wanted to know how it felt to be picked up by someone like Edge.

“Mmm,” Edge tilted his head and let his eyes rest on the saleswoman’s ass while she bent over to make extra-super-sure that her sneaker was tied tightly. 

“Is she hotter than Lauren?”

"Who, Little Miss Push-Up Bra over there? No way." 

Edge lowered his voice as he grabbed back the black and white underwear from Randy, who was looking weirdly upset. Fire burned blue in his eyes as his lips poked out, all pretty and kissable. Randy could be the cutest thing when he was angry. Edge loved upsetting him off just to see him pout and puff up his chest.

"Lauren has great tits and a nice waist that I hope she lets me see later. Plus she makes noises when she comes that get me hard to the point I can't think straight."

Oh, so this is what being chatted up by him felt like. Huh. The air of the tiny store weighed down Randy's lungs. 

"I don't think I've met anyone hotter than her, to be honest. Whenever she's not around, all I do is think about fucking her until she begs me to stop. I even think about her when I'm with other women." Edge said this with so much conviction that Randy blushed. They'd never done anything more than stare at each other while they masturbated in the same room. All those times Edge was thinking about him and not some rat he'd fucked in the past? How flattering.

The champions were starting to get funny looks from other customers. To be fair, they did look out of place. Two giant men in gaudy Affliction t-shirts staring at panties while thumping pop music played over the speakers? One frozen stiff, more turned than he'd ever been before in his life? The other looking as crazy as ever, ready to pounce on his prey? By this point they were obviously not trying to buy something for their girlfriends.

"Let's go get in line," Edge was all business now, tamping down his hard-on.  

“Okay. Wait, which pair did yo— Veronica choose?”

“Don’t worry about it. Whatever she chose, I promise you it very much fits her personality.”

“All this parading around you were doing and you already had an idea in mind for her?”

“Sure. She just wanted to weigh out her options. Also it was fun to see Lauren squirm around too."

"You piece of shit." Randy lunged forward as Edge brushed him off to head to the cashier.

---

“This is so embarrassing.”

Randy couldn't take his eyes off of himself in the mirror. Was he being punked? Was Edge running some kind of blackmail con job on him? Were there hidden cameras somewhere in the room? This had to be revenge for all of the many pranks Randy had pulled on him over the years.

No, he really was standing in a random hotel room in a pair of lace panties. Out of the many directions life could've taken him in, this was one of the last ones he expected.

“Don’t be dramatic, you look sexy. Oh, will wearing the belt make you feel better?”

Before Randy could answer, Edge was up and across the room to grab one of their tag team titles. He fastened it around Randy’s waist and patted the cold metal. 

“Huh. Now instead of being an idiot wearing women’s underwear, I’m an idiot wearing women’s underwear and a championship belt. Yeah, I feel a lot better now,” Randy huffed. So whiny. 

“You can be such a crybaby sometimes, geez. Here, I’ll put mine on too. Then at least we can be idiots together.”

Randy watched as Edge put on his own belt and surprisingly, he did feel a little less stupid. The gold of the title shined in the ugly hotel lighting, highlighting the nicely wrapped package Edge was sporting. He'd chosen a pair of panties that was very Him: black and red, barely enough fabric to be considered a thong. They barely contained his length, a drool-worthy sight for Randy. 

“I don’t know why I was so shocked to learn that you’re into perverted shit like this.” 

Randy's dick was getting hard at seeing himself in such a delicate fabric. When Edge first brought this whole idea up they were both damn near blackout drunk and Randy was ready to agree to anything that would keep Edge interested in him.

(The memory makes Randy curse himself: “You know what would be… you should-- ah, man." Edge flopped on the bed. The ceiling was spinning above him precariously. Maybe if he shut his eyes he could get off this ride. A limp index finger pointed towards a thin piece of fabric on the floor. "Panties," he slurred.

"What?" 

Randy stopped himself from falling right on top of his partner by instead straddling him. His head lolled around to rest his glassy eyes on a brightly colored thong some girl they brought back left behind. Was Edge saying what he thought he was saying?

"Iwannaseeyourdick. In… panties." Edge passed out then, softly snoring and leaving Randy high and dry for the night. The next morning Randy agreed to the proposition, but only if Edge wore them too. You know, to even the playing field.)

“You need to relax, Randy,” Edge brushed his lips against Randy’s ear, his cock pressed against his ass as he continued to whisper. “Let go, let yourself enjoy it all.”

"I shoulda never let you talk me into this," Randy shook his head at himself. He tried to lace his voice with regret. It was hard to though when Edge, ever the sneaky bastard, was breathing in his ear and rubbing his cock against him and he was so warm and he had those big pretty eyes and long hair—

“Talk you into what? From what I can recall, you were the one who brought the whole idea back up,” Edge laughed and snaked his hand down past Randy's stomach to palm at his cock. They’d never done anything more than watch each other masturbate (which was starting to get a little stale if you asked Edge, no matter how much watching Randy twist his hand around his lubed up dick turned him on). 

"Fuck off, you were one who said it in the first place."

"You sure about that? I was so drunk I can't remember a thing from that night," Edge bit into Randy's shoulder. Grabbing on to said shoulders, he turned Randy around to face him. It was kind of nice to be with someone the same height as him.

"Come on, come sit in my lap. I've got something else for you."

Edge moved to sit against the headboard of their king sized bed, legs spread wide open. He bit at his smiling bottom lip invitingly, like a pin-up girl or something, caressing his cock like it was a compulsion with one hand and taking off the belt with the other. As Randy sat himself in Edge’s lap, grinding against his crotch and removing his own belt, he settled quickly into his new position. It was comfortable enough. Randy could easily imagine himself bouncing on his cock sitting just like this. 

"Close your eyes."

Edge rubbed his hand against the small of Randy’s back, his fingers inching towards Randy’s ass. He was getting antsy now that they'd gotten this far. Randy had been so preoccupied with his thoughts that he missed Edge coating his fingers in lube (probably hid the bottle under the blankets, Randy thought too late) and maneuvering himself under the seat of his underwear. This was maybe the second or third time he let Edge get this close near his ass and his nerves were totally shot over the whole thing.

”So tight, Randy. So perfect," Edge cooed. He'd only pushed himself in and out of his tight ring of muscle a few times before Randy was fucking himself back onto his fingers. "When are you gonna let me put my tongue in there?"

"Never, what the hell is wrong with you?" 

Randy twitched a little seeing Edge's smirk. If fingers felt this good, a wet tongue was probably insane. Edge was being a real tease at the moment, Randy knew it. Fingers couldn't be his big surprise for the night.

"Okay, you ready?"

"Ready for what-- FUCK," Randy yelled.

Fingers were replaced by, no doubt, the most intense sensation Randy had ever experienced before in his life. Edge managed to slip a skinny vibrating dildo into Randy's ass with one push, throwing the man currently writhing above him for a loop. It sent Randy reeling, his hips moving on their own volition to rub his dick against his panties and Edge's stiff cock. They both hissed at feeling themselves rub against one another.

Edge took the opportunity to press Randy’s pliable body against his chest, reveling in the way he trembled and squirmed around. He left small love bites across the pecs he loved so much, careful not to bruise his perfect chest. Randy’s skin was on fire from, blazing hot and burning him up from the inside out. There was no way this was happening right now, no way he could ever feel this damn amazing.

"I love your tits," Edge breathed softly, pushing them together over and over again. It only served to make Randy move faster trying to feel Edge's dick twist against his own while he tried his hardest to get the toy deeper inside him. 

“I— oh my God, Edge, what the fuck… this feels— oh…”

Randy continued to stammer as he shoved himself farther down on the smooth toy, chasing after the high that it was bestowed upon him. It buzzed loud and harsh in Edge’s fingers, a cheap battery-operated thing he bought at the mall’s gag gift store while Randy was off signing autographs in the food court. The teenage boy cashier gave him a weird look when he handed it to him, but didn't say a word. He wasn't sure how he was going to explain to his friends that he sold a dildo to a famous wrestler. 

With an incredibly shaky hand, Randy reached to grab onto Edge's free wrist for some purchase. It was all too much, everything from the toy to the way the underwear felt against his cock to the way Edge felt against his cock and goddamn his brain was going to pour out from his ears. Tears began to cloud his vision and spill down his overheated face and he wondered how much more pathetic could he be?

"Shit, I'm gonna— I’m gonna come."

“Uh-huh. You always do all that talking about how you don't want anything up your ass. Now look at you,” Edge whispered, as venomous as ever as he licked up Randy’s sweat. The words stung Randy, his body jolting into the air as Edge filled him to the hilt. Fine whatever, he was a hypocrite. He saw the light, praise Jesus and hallelujah! If only Edge could stop being so smug about it and just keep pushing against his prostate. 

“Can you shut the fuck up and kiss me?”

Edge thought his head was going to snap right off his neck with the speed he reached forward to kiss Randy with. He breathed in deep as he felt Randy’s thrusts against him become more deliberate. Sudden embarrassment washed over him from the flood of passion Randy possessed him with. His tongue was so soft, it swirled so nicely around his…

“Oh, look at how wet you are… All from one little— one little kiss. I thought I was supposed to be… the desperate one.” 

The smile that broke up Randy’s features could only be described as delirious. In the midst of all his pleasure, he managed to find it in him rib Edge about the stream of precome that created a wet spot on his panties. Scrunched up eyebrows showed that Edge was trying his hardest to come up with a quippy retort. Unfortunately for him, certain distractions made him fall short. Holding the toy in place with Randy filled up was the best he could come up with, and what a response it gave him. 

”I need you to — please, I need to feel you inside of me. Want you …” Randy’s voice pitched up, but his words died away. He realized that he started whining, upset that he wasn't getting fucked like he wanted. The vibration of the toy felt better than great, close to heavenly. He could bet though that it was nothing compared to (Randy gazed down hungrily at Edge’s cock straining and slipping against the lace) what having an actual real cock inside of him must feel like. That would be his true undoing, he thought. 

“Want me to what? Want me to come inside you? Is that why you're pouting? I’ve been wanting to do that since—“ A moan cut Edge’s thoughts into fragments. “Since the first time we watched each other jerk off. Fuck, since we first started tagging together. You’re so hot, Randy.”

Motormouth Edge, always talking his head off when he was close. It was nothing but sex soaked babbles that wormed into Randy’s head every time, the roughness in his voice exciting him. Thinking about Edge’s come dribbling out of his ass, his muscles spasming involuntarily to keep it all inside of him… 

Randy's orgasm felt like a taser being pressed right at the base of his spine, a total system failure that turned his body to jello for a few seconds while it wracked through him. Edge felt the wet spot between them spread even further. 

When he came back down to earth, Randy looked on lazily as Edge pulled the toy out and continued to rut against his completely overstimulated cock. He blinked heavy damp lashes at his tag team partner below him, mesmerized by the way Edge was staring a hole through him in return. 

“Hurry up and come for me, you know I like to watch you,” Randy demanded. 

Edge grabbed onto Randy’s hips and wished he was being surrounded by the tight heat of his hole. Feeling his dick slide around next to his own was a pretty good consolation prize too. Even when Randy was actling like jerk it was still sort of endearing, and it didn’t take Edge much longer for his come to spurt out thinking of fucking all that attitude out of him. Maybe next time, if Randy was ready. 

The two men panted and assessed each other. They were sweaty, sticky, and as tired as if they’d just finished a match. Randy peeled himself off of Edge, who looked like he was close to passing out. He figured now was as good a time as any to finally take the stupid underwear off. 

“Be careful with those, don’t rip ‘em. We can use them again.”

“There’s not a washing machine in the world powerful enough to get all of our come and sweat out of these. They’re a lost cause,” Randy threw the well worn pair of panties in the bathroom’s trash can with no fanfare. That experiment was over. 

“You’re no fun, Randy.” 

Edge followed him into the bathroom, walking past him to start up the shower. 

“As evidenced by letting you put a vibrator up my ass, I’m plenty of fucking fun. I'm a whole amusement park’s worth of fun. Get in the shower before you really piss me off.”

“Alright, alright, don’t get your panties in a bunch— ow!”

Randy punched Edge in the arm under the stream of warm water, both of them trying their hardest not to be the first to laugh.

[antichilde]

common ground

satoru gojo x fem reader, 2.7k words mdni

contents: 18+, fluff and smut, upperclassman gojo, inexperienced reader, thigh riding, vaginal fingering, no use of y/n, one shot… for now. haha, just kidding. unless..?

warnings: somnophilia, use of the word cunt, gendered language (gojo calls you ‘pretty girl’), semi-public sex

notes: let me know if you’d be interested in a part 2. based on a dream i had but i swear i don’t even like gojo that much

ao3 post

You dream of Gojo, warm and solid beneath you. It’s not the first time you’ve dreamed about him, nor will it be the last, but something about this one feels different. All the little details that your mind usually skips over have been filled in: his steady breathing, the scent of his cologne, the softness of his shirt as you clutch at the hem. It would appear that your mind has conjured them all for you to enjoy.

You can’t pinpoint when you become aware of the fact that you’re not completely asleep, but as you doze it registers that this is all a little too real to be a dream. There’s no sense of urgency or sudden revelation in your exhausted mind, just the knowledge that you should probably get up in the near future.

Gojo stirs when your eyes flutter open, your lashes tickling the skin of his neck. “Good morning.”

It’s very clearly not morning. The light streaming in from the windows has the distinct golden quality of late afternoon.

“What time is it?” you ask, rubbing sleep from your eyes.

His glances over at the clock. “A little after five. You were out for about an hour.”

Following his gaze, you recognize the familiar scenery of your dorm’s common area. How did you even…?

It’s at this point that the full context of your situation finally registers: you’d taken a nap on your upperclassman and long-time crush, Satoru Gojo. That on its own would be embarrassing and grounds for merciless teasing, but add to it the fact that you’ve been clinging to his shirt and possibly drooling all over him? He’s never going to let you live this one down.

His arm wraps around your waist as you start to sit up. “Hey, take it easy. No need to get up right away, I’m not going anywhere.”

“But—“

“But nothing. You need to rest.”

Trying to squirm out of his iron grip, you shift on his lap and another humiliating truth makes itself known.

One of his thighs is wedged between your legs. Based on the low buzz of arousal registering in your hips and cunt you’re almost certain you’d been grinding on him in your sleep.

Dropping your head back down onto his shoulder, you try to gauge the situation. Just because you can feel that you’re wet doesn’t necessarily mean that he feels it, right? Unless you’ve already soaked through the thin fabric of your panties, in which case you’re about to die of embarrassment.

“Where’s everyone else?” you ask tentatively.

“Out. They’ll be back in a couple hours.” Gojo’s lips curl into a little smile. “Why do you ask? Are you worried about getting caught in such a compromising position?”

“I just don’t want people to get the wrong idea.”

His smile widens into a full-blown grin. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Can’t have our classmates seeing the wet patch you left on my thigh. That would definitely give them the wrong idea.”

Of fucking course he knows. You’ve had enough of this. Gojo’s grip is as unbreakable as ever, but if you really make a scene you know he’ll let you go.

“That’s it. I’m getting up,” you say. It’s all the warning he gets before you try to escape. Gojo’s eyes widen as you thrash around in his arms, his glasses sliding down his nose.

“Hey, what are y—!”

He tightens his grip on your waist, using it as leverage to hold you at arms length the same way one would a feral kitten. This inadvertently drags your hips along his thigh, pulling a borderline pornographic moan from you. Both of you freeze.

For a moment the only sound is the slight creak of the fan blades whirling overhead.

“…Everyone is actually out, right?” you ask, staring hard at his collar. There’s no way you’re going to be able to meet his eyes right now.

“Yeah.” You can hear the smirk in his voice, smug bastard. “It’s just us.”

He loosens his hold on you, setting your full weight down on his thigh. The stimulation draws a whine from you, considerably less loud but just as embarrassing, and his fingers twitch, digging into you before he makes himself relax them.

“You still wanna get up?” he asks, running the pad of his thumb along your waistband. “Because you can if you want to, or you can keep riding my thigh. It’s up to you.”

Okay, so he’s giving you an out. That’s nice of him, even though there’s no way you’re going to take it. This is so humiliating.

Leaning forwards, you return to your original position, burying your face in his collar. He laughs, cradling you to him.

“Aw, don’t go getting all shy on me now. It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?”

“What was I doing before I woke up?” The question comes out muffled, but he seems to understand it anyway.

“Well, let’s see…” Tapping a finger against his lips, Gojo reflects on the past hour. “At first you were just sleeping quietly, then you started making all these cute little noises. And then… Y’know it might be easier for me to just show you. Would you like that?”

Nodding against him, you shudder as his fingers tighten on you.

“It was like this,” he says, guiding your hips into a slow rhythm. Your eyes flutter closed, moaning softly into the fabric of his shirt.

“You like that, baby?” He stops, patting your thigh. “C’mon. Let me see that pretty face.”

It takes you a moment to work up the nerve but you manage to sit up, your eyes glued to the collar of his shirt.

“Look at me.”

Again, you do as you’re told. Gojo’s glasses are still low enough that he can peek over the top of them, his brilliant eyes drinking in the sight of you. Without thinking, you reach out to push them up the bridge of his nose, your fingertips skimming over his cheekbones.

You shift on his lap, dropping your hands to your sides. “I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“Wow, you really are dumb sometimes.” Gojo says, flicking your forehead affectionately. “If you need it spelled out, no, I’m not uncomfortable. It was cute.”

Wincing, you rub at the spot where his fingers made contact. “Was that really necessary?”

You can’t help the way your breath hitches when he reaches out again, this time gently cupping your cheek to hold your face still. The pad of his thumb traces a little heart over the skin of your forehead. It’s enough to lull you into a sense of security, your body relaxing into his hold. You close your eyes, only to snap them open again as he flicks you for a second time.

“Ow! What the hell, Gojo?”

“Sorry,” he says, grinning unapologetically. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“You’re such a bully.”

You swat his hands away and he laughs, leaning against the back of the sofa and folding his arms behind his head. Your eyes travel over him, stopping just below his hips. “And you’re a liar. That doesn’t look very comfortable to me.”

He follows your gaze to the very obvious bulge in the front of his pants.

“Oh, right, that,” he says, his tone conversational. “Yeah, it’s pretty bad. I might die, actually. You wanna help me out?”

“I’ve never done anything like that before.” You can’t seem to look away, your teeth worrying at your lower lip.

“You don’t have to,” he says. “It’s only fun if you’re into it.”

It’s not a question of whether or not you’re into it, more whether or not you’re brave enough to try. You reach out tentatively, glancing up at him for approval before you touch him. He gives you a little nod, catching your hand with his own when he sees the hesitation on your face.

“Do you want me to show you how?”

“Yes please,” you reply shyly.

When he guides your palm to his cock, the first thing you notice is how hard he feels beneath your fingers. It catches you by surprise, which is stupid because it’s literally called a hard on. Still, it’s an unfamiliar sensation, and you let Gojo set the pace.

“Like this,” he says, squeezing your hand just enough to tighten your grip on him. A little noise catches in the back of his throat and without thinking you clench your legs around his thigh again. Your reaction makes him smile.

“You like that, pretty girl? Knowing you’re making me feel good?”

His voice is a little strained, and you take the opportunity to experiment with your strokes, relishing the way his brows knit together when you press down harder.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, his fingers digging into your side. “Keep going, just like that.”

He licks his lips, using his leverage to rock you against him again. You feel him twitch beneath you when you moan breathlessly.

“So fucking cute. It was driving me crazy, feeling you grind on me. You know, you said my name too— I thought I was imagining it at first but you said it again.”

Though one-handed, the grip on your hips is brutal as he rolls you against him in a way that makes you see stars. The rhythm of your fingers falters as you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling a familiar pressure build between your hips. He must feel you start to clench around him again, because he gently nudges your hand away from him.

“Sit back. I want to see you cum.”

He pauses, waiting for you to confirm that’s what you want as well before continuing. His hold on you relaxes, his finger tracing little shapes into the soft skin just below your waistband.

“Like this?” you ask, straightening up.

“A little more.” His voice is tight, though it’s clear he’s making an effort to hide it. You nod, doing as he says, and reach behind you to stabilize yourself.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, drinking in the sight of you. “Now lift your skirt.”

His hand slides so that his palm is flat against the small of your back. You’re slow to let go of his thigh, worried about how you’re going to support yourself, but he shakes his head.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you, pretty girl.”

When he sees you hesitate a moment longer, he guides you so that you’re sitting upright again. “Too much?”

“No, not at all.” You fiddle with the pleats of your skirt. “I was just trying to remember which panties I’m wearing. I don’t know if they’re cute ones.”

That draws a smile from him, though he tries to hide it. “Trust me when I say I will not be focused on your panties.”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he says, and you force yourself to relax, leaning back and letting him support your weight. Your fingers catch at your hem, pulling it up, eyes darting up to his face and searching his expression. You’re not sure what you expect to find there— despite his reassurance, part of you is convinced that he’s not going to like what he sees. The way his pupils dilate would suggest otherwise.

“Fuck,” he groans, reaching out with his free hand. He stops just before his fingers make contact with you. “Can I?”

You nod, whining as he brushes his thumb over the soaked fabric of your panties. Though you’re no longer right on the edge of your orgasm, you can still feel its pressure in your abdomen. Whatever you’d been doing in your sleep must’ve gotten you seriously riled up.

“So sensitive,” Gojo murmurs, tracing around the outline of your clit. His slender index finger hooks around your underwear, pulling it to the side. “And so pretty too. God, you really are wet, aren’t you?”

Your reply is lost as he begins touching you in earnest, his keen eyes taking in all your little reactions and adjusting his motions to match. Soon you’re coming apart at the seams, trying your best to keep yourself quiet and failing miserably. Your increasingly shrill noises seem too loud in the empty common room, but as soon as Gojo slips a finger inside of you your mind goes blank and any concerns about the public setting fall away. His thumb works at your clit in quick, tight circles.

“Gojo, I—“ Your hands shoot out, locking around his forearm in your desperation to find something to cling to.

His pace doesn’t falter even as he adds another finger. “You gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Gonna make a mess all over my lap?”

Nodding, you squeeze your eyes shut as the wave inside you finally crests, biting your lip to muffle your cries of his name as you cum. Your orgasm hits you hard, your body clenching down around Gojo in a way that draws a few choice curses from his lips. He works you through your high, filling the room with slick, rhythmic noises that would’ve embarrassed you had your mind not been otherwise occupied. As the pleasure begins to fade Gojo withdraws, bringing his fingers to his lips and tasting you. Panting, you let the hand on your back guide you forward until you’re slumped against his chest, his strong arms wrapping around you.

“You did so well,” he murmurs, giving you a little squeeze. You feel his lips press against your temple, lingering for a long moment before he pulls away. As you open your mouth to reply, the unmistakable sound of a door slamming cuts through the quiet air. Both of you tense, Gojo’s hands tightening again.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath. “I guess they’re back early.”

You try to sit up as you had after your nap, but once again his grip is too strong.

“Hey, calm down. I’ve got you.”

“What if they heard us?” you hiss, craning to get a better look down the hallway.

“They didn’t,” he says, and though part of you wants to question this, the authority in his voice calms you. “And before you ask, they won’t see us either.”

There’s a rush of wind and Gojo shifts underneath you, sprawling flat on his back. With a noise of surprise you collapse on top of him, startled by this sudden change in position, and are confused to see that the common room has shifted into the inside of one of the student dorms.

“You warped us?”

“Being the strongest has its perks.”

Laying there in his arms, safe and warm, you realize just how sleepy you are despite having woken up from your nap less than an hour ago. Gojo seems to pick up on this, though you’re not sure how.

“Tired again?” he asks, stroking your hair.

“No, I’m fine.”

Shaking his head, he gives your forehead another flick. This one is much lighter, and he tilts his chin so that he can press his lips to the spot immediately afterwards.

“You’re a terrible liar, you know that? Go back to sleep. I’ll wake you up for dinner.”

“But you haven’t even gotten to cum yet. That doesn’t seem fair.”

Pushing back so that you’re straddling him, you roll your hips experimentally and watch with satisfaction as the corner of his mouth twitches. You can still feel how hard he is beneath you, his erection digging into your inner thigh.

“Another time,” he says firmly, speaking more to himself than to you. “For now, just give me a kiss and we’ll call it even.”

A kiss. Somehow that’s what flusters you more than anything else he’s suggested so far. He’s already kissed you a few times, though you’re not sure if those really count since they weren’t on your mouth. Your eyes fall to his lips, studying them for a moment. Like everything else about Gojo, they’re pretty to an unimaginable degree. Leaning forwards, you plant your hands on either side of his shoulders, your palms sinking into the soft fabric of his pillows.

He doesn’t rush you as you close the gap between the two of you. For once there are no games or teasing, and he kisses you sweetly as his hand moves to cup the back of your neck. You can’t meet his eyes when you pull away, instead returning to your default position and resting your head on his shoulder.

“Thanks,” he says with a contented sigh. “That was perfect.”

[decentintomadness]

Today's dreams: I wake up to a message on my phone from you with an open in private precursor. I go to a private area and open your message and to my very shocked surprise it contains 13 photos. The very first photo is just of your face and shoulders with this smug ass smile on your face. As I continue to scroll down through then the photos, they begin to show various shots of your body. Starting with your legs and feet for the next photo, the photos pan upwards give a lovely view of your thighs with some light brusing what looks like thumb marks and some plaid panties for the third photo. For the fourth photo camera moving up showing the top of your panties and your tummy, fifth shows more of your tummy with just then middle of your bra. Looking closely at these photos I can see some slight hand prints and some bite marks on your body. For the sixth photo, the camera is panned up more, just your bra just laying across your breasts. It matches the color and design of your panties with black lace rounding the edges. Seven you have the camera up in the air for a selfie of your face and removed bra revealing your breasts all but your nipples. You have this naughty oops smile on your face that you give with your tongue out just a bit. Looking at the photo more, I see hand prints on your breasts surrounded by a few bite marks. Eight camera shows you sitting on the ground fully naked, taking another selfie, pushing your breasts together, holding the camera up in the air, giving your best full body shot view. Nine is a view from your pov looking down your body, giving me a full view of all of your curves. I am able to see various hand prints, bite marks, and some light brusing starting to form. For ten your laying back legs are spread open but your hand is covering your pussy give just a slight glance at what's hidden behind. Eleven is nothing but your fingers and your face with you showing how wet you are. You are acting like you're gonna lick your fingers with giving your full undivided gaze into the camera. For the twelfth photo it's a close up show of your spreading your pussy open, the light shows off how wet and tasty you are just waiting to be taken. The final photo is a full body photo from head to toe of you laying on your back, legs up in the air, spread open. The look your giving is the I'm ready take me eyes. Much to my surprise my breath is taken away. Not something I was expecting to ever get from you. I reach down and have to adjust my pants as my cock is rock hard pressing against the seam. I quietly mumble to myself fuck it as I undo my belt, open my pants and pull out my cock as I start stroking to the photos you sent me. Thinking about how I can't wait to ravish you again. I quickly take some various photos of me with my cock in my hand, a photo or two with a few grins. I go back to stroking my cock just edging myself wanting to cum for you. I scroll down back and forth between the last three photos of the message, your gazing eyes, close up shot, and on back photo. I continue to stroke my cock feeling myself beginning to not be able to hold back any longer. With a final stroke of my cock and a low gutted growl I let my load fly, cumming to the thought of feeling you wrapped around my cock, legs on my shoulders pumping my load deep into you, growling awe fuck. After seeing the mess, I take a few photo of my load for you. A photo of the cum on the tip of my cock. Another photo of the cum on the underside of its head runninng down my shaft. A photo of my cum covered hand. After cleaning up, I do the same and reply to your message with a wink emoji and send with the same premise as your, with the only words, see what you've done.

[ozarkthedog]

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

summary: Lloyd fucks you with his gun simply because he can.

warnings: 18+ only. lloyd hansen. threats. sex with a weapon. dirty talk. slight dubcon but all parties are willing. light choking. 1 ruined orgasm. slight anal play. don’t fuck guns, m’kay? no beta, only myself to blame.

word count: 1,801

author’s note: thanks to Twitter for inspiring me to write this. I mean it was only a matter of time since I’m a slut for fucking objects that shouldn’t be fucked. 😈

☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾

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Lloyd fires off a shot with steady hands and a killer focused stare. The kickback makes his forearms flex, the muscle fibers under his collared, blue and white striped shirt twitch from the blow.

You lean against the wall behind him as he studiously works. You’d been at the small gun range for the last hour or so. It was a private club and the middle of the week so it was rather quite besides the loud shots that rang off every so often from Lloyd’s gun. He was trying out a new technique and he wanted to make sure it was a good fit before using it on the field.

Shot after shot he hit the target with stunning ease. Little holes peppered the paper bullseye with acute accuracy. He wields the gun so confidently; it makes you lightheaded at times. He was immensely self-assured after all these years that you were pretty sure he could hit the target blindfolded.

A dull throb pulses through your core. You discreetly rub your thighs together as you watch him shoot anxiously trying to quell the growing ache but it was no use.

He smirks to himself as he notices you from the corner of his eye when he loads his gun with another round. You thought he wouldn’t see the small movements but he’d been suspicious the last few times you accompanied him.

Lloyd fires off 5 quick shots before suddenly turning to face you with a sly smile.

He cocks his head to the side with one eyebrow raised. “I did wonder why you came with me to the range but never wanted to partake.” He tongues the corner of his mouth playfully as he looms over you.

You freeze. “What? I enjoy your company is all.”

He slides his gun into the leather holster that hangs off his hip and steps towards you, barricading you to the wall with his arms and body. He tips his head down and drags his nose up the side of your neck like a predator sniffing out its prey.

“Nah, I don’t think that’s it.” He says with a curt tone. “So why don’t you stop fucking around and tell me.”

The jig was up.  

You whine his name and dig your hands into his collar as you confess. “I love watching you shoot. I don’t know why. But I just want you to fuck me so hard whenever I watch you.” Your brows tug together with shame but Lloyd grinds his hips into your belly.

“Fuck- I love seeing you so fucking needy, Sunshine.” He grunts and moves his hands to the edge of your dress pulling it up a few inches until he spies the beginning of a wet patch on your panties.

“Lloyd! Not here!” You squeal and reach for his hands but he spins you on the spot and shoves your chest into the wall.

He presses a strong hand on the back of your neck and keeps you pinned. "Where do you think you're going, Sunshine? You said you wanted a nice hard fuck, so I'm gonna give it to you."

You grind your ass against his growing covered bulge with a purr. “Well then hurry up and get your cock out.”

Lloyd smacks your ass and clicks his tongue at you.

"You're not getting my cock." His length twitches beneath his slacks in anticipation of what he was about to do. 

It was diabolical but he couldn’t help but combine the two things he loved most.

You and firearms.

"I’m gonna fuck you with my lauger, Sunshine."

Your heart stops beating.

He couldn't be serious. Lloyd was a sociopath but there was no way he would put you in this amount of danger. 

His lips brush your ear softly, a stark contrast to the way he's treating the rest of your body. "Trust me."

You mentally curse your cunt for instantly flooding with arousal at the threat of being fucked with his gun. 

His body crushes yours, knocking your bones into the plaster, not giving two shits about your whimpers of anguish. "Come on now, we both know how much you get off on the pain."

You growl in response but he retaliates by flipping your dress over your hips and tearing your panties off. The elastic bites into your skin and makes you shudder. Lloyd kicks your feet apart and presses his hand forcefully to the center of your back.

"Stick that ass out. Wanna see how fucking wet you are cause I sure as fuck can smell you."

Lloyd whistles at the sight of your obscenely drenched core. “God damn, Sunshine. Haven’t even touched you yet and you’re soaked. So fucking wet you look like you could take me and the pistol at the same time.”

His fingers dance around the curve of your ass, smoothing your goose bumped flesh before lewdly spitting on your cunt.

"Just for added measure.” He croons with a sick tone. The sinful act makes you jolt, bumping your cheek against the wall with a pitiful whine. 

"Shh, gonna fuck you up real good. You'll see." He promises as he unholsters his gun.

Lloyd groans from the deep cavern of his chest as he carefully presses the metal barrel to your dripping folds. He traces the tip around your slick entrance, grinning to himself when your cunt flutters and drools even more arousal.

Your back arches like a tightly wound bow as he penetrates your body with the lauger. The iron spreads your walls over its smooth barrel, forming your channel to its foreign shape with ease. 

Llyod stops when your clit nudges the receiver and a wanton moan falls from your lips at the pleasurable contact. Your mind spins heavily from feeling the deadly weapon nestled so intimately inside you. 

How many people had he killed with it?

"How's that feel? S'that what you needed, Sunshine?"

You gasp as he pulls the barrel out until just the tip rests at your opening. "I asked you a fucking question." He scolds and swats your ass, hard.

Your skin sizzles as you gasp your reply. "Good. Fuck- so good."

A brute hand latches onto your shoulder and keeps you still as he slides the gun in and out, slow and steady, making your cunt throb under his skillful touch. 

He licks a hot stripe up the side of your neck and it makes you groan when he bites down on the tendon. “Love seeing your cunt stretched like this,” His mustache tickles the sensitive skin as he purrs. “Even better knowing it’s my gun.”

You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your limbs ache from holding the position for so long. Your belly twists at how devastatingly good it feels to have the firearm rub and caress your cunt. 

You felt ashamed and yet you chase your peak greedily as Lloyd fucks you open with an unwavering pace.  

“You like this huh? You gonna come on my gun, Baby?” The hand on your shoulder pulls you down on to the weapon and elicits a shocked yelp from your lips. “Your cream is dripping down the handle so I know you fucking do.”

You shake your head from side to side. Too overwhelmed and overstimulated.

“I.. I don’t-” You sputter, tripping over the words as he angles the gun towards your g-spot. A spark lights at the base of your spine and you clench hard around the rigid metal. “Fuck, Llyod. I can’t-”

“What’dya mean, “I can’t”?” He questions as his fingers grab your neck, angling your head to the side so you meet his glare.

“I got a trigger finger, baby. You don't wanna make me upset." Lloyd casually threatens before flashing you his classic sadistic grin.

He juts his chin towards your ass. "Spread that ass for me. Go on, fucking ride my gun."

A nervous hiccup bubbles in your throat but the nerves turn into something hot and feral. You acquiesce and lewdly spread your cheeks apart with shaky hands. He keeps you stable with one hand on your shoulder while the other holds the gun still for you.  

You cautiously sit yourself back onto the weapon, gaining courage with every bounce. Your cunt squelches with each glide down the searing steel and it makes you simultaneously embarrassed and so fucking turned on. 

"Yeah, grind back on it, pretty girl. Let me see my lauger spread you open." He grunts.

You feel his breath on the back on your neck as he looks down at where the metal disappears into your glistening core, watching as your petals curve and gape around his glock.

His unholy words spur you on as you shove your hands against the wall and push your sopping core down as far as it’ll go. Your clit strokes the receiver, rubbing the hard alloy with every stroke as you grind hedonistically, like a woman possessed, and chase your peak.

Just as you were careening towards the edge, something wet hits the rim of your ass. You swerve off course from your impending orgasm with a shocked squeal.

You writhe and cry from your ruined orgasm as Lloyd rubs his thumb steadily around your puckered hole.

“Maybe one day, I’ll shove my gun up your ass while I fuck you.” He adjusts his hold with lighting speed, snaking his free hand around your throat and compresses your carotid artery. “You’ve always wanted to try DP haven’t you, Sunshine?”

A sick, choked gasp sounds from your throat at the depraved image and your body heaves forward with a gratifying jolt. A heavy knot forms in your belly, tying itself so tight as your orgasm races to the precipice. Your vision blurs as you come with a hoarse shout around his gun.

“God damn, Sunshine. That was fucking hot.” Lloyd praises as he slides the obscenely soaked pistol from your core. 

You turn and sag against the wall, catching your breath for a moment before Lloyd pulls you in for a ferocious kiss. It’s all teeth and tongue as he licks possessively into your mouth.

You push him away as the room still spins from the onslaught of stimulation he forced upon you. Your eyes go wide at how the gun looks in his hand. It’s almost completely covered in your slick, shining like a new plastic toy gun right from the box. Pearly white arousal coats the darkness of the gun and gives the steel a crude marbling effect.

His leans his forehead against yours and takes a deep breath. He tugs on his bottom lip hesitantly; as if he’s contemplating something wicked.

“I wonder if this’ll still work?” He questions, nonchalantly. 

He raises the gun and aims towards the opposite end of the room and fires.

You scream and cover your ears as the bullet hits the paper with precision. A tiny hole cuts through the paper bullseye and your heart lodges in your throat.

“Huh, how ‘bout that?” He says with a dark chuckle.

Your heart lurches into your throat. It was loaded. You just fucked a loaded gun.

“What the fuck, Lloyd!?” You stare at him incredulously.

He rolls his eyes and dismisses you with a wave, “I had the safety on the entire time.”