#there is good in him deep down it was just covered by darkness

[aureatelys]

nobody does it like you do

pairing: dbf!aaron hotchner/fem!reader rating: explicit w.c.: 10k.... a/n: dbf!hotch party ended months ago but im still here

summary:

You don't mean to start something with your dad's best friend during your summer break.

c.w.: 18+ MDNI PLSSSS, dbf!hotch yippee, no y/n, reader is mid-20s and hotch is mid 40s, reader is kind of a brat and also very sexual and forward :), car sex, handjobs in car, v fingering, dom/sub, dirty talk, light degradation kink, size kink if u squint, light choking at the end!, unprotected sex, tbh some plot to mostly porn

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You’re nearly half-naked when you first meet him.

It was the first morning back at home during your summer break in your first year of your Master’s program. You hadn’t been home in several months, blaming your rigorous coursework and the full-time job you had, but luckily you were able to use nearly a month’s worth of PTO to coincide with your summer off.

You had gotten in late after flying across the country, but your body still woke up like clockwork just before 9 am.

Currently, as you make eye contact with the tallest and most attractive man you have ever met while wearing a tank top and shorts that barely covered your ass, you couldn’t tell if that was a blessing or a curse.

You had heard your dad rave about what basically sounded like a crush he had over the phone for nearly a year. Aaron Hotchner apparently works with your father at the FBI, albeit in a different department, and they hit it off at a recent gala by discussing golf, expensive scotch, and being annoyed about the latest budget cuts. One Saturday at the country club’s golf course later, your father was hooked, and Aaron has been over at the house nearly every weekend since.

You remember your dad saying something about how he’s hardworking, better than he is at golf, and much nicer than he looks. He didn’t say anything about how hot he was.  

You were stumbling out your bedroom and rubbing at your eyes when you had nearly run into him on the way to the bathroom. You’re still waking up, but you see the genuine surprise and something like want on his face before it’s gone, a neutral expression taking over his handsome features. The clench in his jaw betrays him.

“Excuse me,” he says. His voice is low, deep in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. “I was just heading into the restroom.”

You blink at him, your mind still not having not caught up yet. “Uhm.”

“I can just go to the one downstairs,” he says, giving you an easy smile. It makes him look even more devastatingly attractive and you feel dazed. With that, he turns on his heel and makes his way back downstairs without another word.

You distantly hear your father downstairs calling your name and asking if you’re awake. You feel rooted to the spot, flustered.

You try your best to go through your normal bathroom routine, but your heart still hasn’t calmed down yet. It’s been a while since you’ve dated and even longer since you’ve slept with someone, thus you’ve had a lot of quality time with yourself recently, so seeing the way this older man reacted to you was enough to have you preening a bit. You weren’t imagining it, right?

You tell yourself that you’re feeling lazy after a long day of traveling and not wanting to change yet as you head downstairs into the kitchen, absolutely not hiking your shorts up a little and shimmying your tank top down.

“Good morning,” you chirp as you step into the kitchen. Your dad is already sitting at the dining table, most likely finishing his second cup of coffee, and his face lights up when he sees you as if he wasn’t the one to pick you up from the airport late last night. Aaron is standing in the kitchen next to the coffee machine, pouring into a travel mug.

You ignore the way you can feel Aaron’s dark eyes rove over you; the top of your breasts nearly threatening to spill out, your hard nipples poking through your top, and the curve of your ass peeking out from underneath your shorts.

“Morning, pumpkin,” your dad says cheerily, clearly oblivious to what’s going on between his friend and his own daughter. “This is Aaron, he works at the Bureau with me, I told you about him?”

You vaguely remember when you stalked through his Facebook profile several months ago after your father was tagged with him multiple times. The pictures of him were always blurry, never giving you anything to go off of.

As you stand next to him in the kitchen and crane your neck up to look at him, you realize the pictures really don’t do him justice. He’s handsome, almost boy-ish with the way his hair is clean and not gelled down like in the pictures, flopping in front of his forehead. He’s wearing a tight red polo, showcasing his broad shoulders and forearms in a way that makes you want to drool a bit. His brow is pinched, jaw tense, and you almost think you can hear his teeth grinding when he attempts to keep his eyes on your face and not on your chest.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Hotchner,” you say, giving him an innocent smile. You ignore the mug your dad must have left on the counter for you and stand up on your tiptoes to retrieve one from the overhead cupboard.

You feel a rush of exhilaration when you hear Aaron suck in a breath at the way your tank top hikes up your stomach. When you turn back to him, because he is technically in the way of the coffee machine, you catch the way his eyes sharpen and the way his hand grasps at the edge of the counter, knuckles turning white.

And then it’s gone, just like earlier, replaced with something almost professional, probably the same expression he makes when something ticks him off at work.

Interesting.

“Aaron is fine,” he says, stepping out of the way of the coffee machine and then holds his hand out for you to shake.

You can feel your dad watching you, so you make an effort to tone it down a bit. You put your hand in his, swallowing when you notice just how large his hands are and the way he grips you a bit tighter than what would be considered professional. When you look back up at him, there’s something almost like a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Nice to meet you, Aaron,” you repeat. It’s worth it to see a smile grace his face, replacing that smirk, and causing something fuzzy settle in your chest.

When he lets go and makes his way to sit across your dad at the table, you ignore how your hand suddenly feels like it’s burning.

“We’re about to head to the golf course here in a couple of minutes if you wanted to join?” your dad asks as you pour your coffee and sit down at the head of the table.

You hum and experimentally kick your feet out in Aaron’s direction to where he sits to your left. You make contact with his knee, and you watch almost gleefully as Aaron just barely jumps in his seat. He doesn’t make eye contact with you, just quietly sips at his coffee. It really shouldn’t turn you on the way it does. “I’m okay, I was just planning on hanging out here and catch up on my shows.”

“You sure, pumpkin? I know it’s been a while since you were out on the course but…”

“I think that’s exactly why I shouldn’t come with you,” you laugh. You pull your chair up closer to the table, making it look like you were just trying to get comfortable, when really you just wanted to cop more of a feel of Aaron’s thighs.

“Alright, alright,” your father says, putting his hands up in defeat. “But don’t forget about the retreat later this week with the guys.”

You pause from where you were just about to dig your toes underneath his thigh. “Retreat?”

“I told you about it when I picked you up last night!”

“I think you forgot that you picked me up at one in the morning and I was half-asleep in the car,” you roll your eyes. “But of course I’ll go with you.”

“Great!” Your dad says with that big smile on his face that always makes you feel nostalgic. You don’t really want to go, was honestly just planning on relaxing at home, but if it makes your dad happy and you get to spend more time with him, then you’ll do almost anything.

And if Aaron’s coming too, then well…

Your dad gets up to put his mug in the sink and starts making his way out of the dining room. “You ready to go, Hotchner?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Aaron says, a barely detectable rasp to his voice that has you hiding a smile in your mug.

You’re about to put your foot down when you feel thick fingers circling your ankle and lifting your leg up until your ankle is resting on Aaron’s knee. You nearly squeak in surprise, but the look on Aaron’s face stops you.

He would look calm, composed even, if you didn’t pay attention to the way his eyes have darkened. His brow is pinched, lips pressed into a thin line, as he tightens his grip on your ankle and asks in a low voice “What kind of game are you playing here?”

Not expecting confrontation, you don’t know what to say. Your breath gets stuck in your chest, something about the glare he’s giving you keeps you rooted in your chair.

Because there’s really only two options here. He’s your dad’s best friend, at least 20 years older than you, and you really have no business in sexually riling up this guy you’ve never met before until today. You can apologize, give him a genuine and friendly smile, and go back to your room and pretend this never happened and you weren’t just throwing yourself at some hot older man.

But there’s something about Aaron that you can’t quite put your finger on. You wonder what it would be like to see him without those walls he undoubtedly keeps up all the time, see him come undone. You can tell from his Facebook pictures that he’s a bigshot of some kind, always wearing a fitted suit and not a hair out of place. You can see that now, in his pressed polo and matching belt, that he likes control, his skin nearly thrumming with it. And that’s something you’ve always enjoyed playing with.

You noticed the lack of a wedding ring on his finger, and the way he’s gazing into you now. The hot trail his hand leaves behind as he starts running up your shin, past your knee, and grip at the meat of your thigh says all you need to know.

“What game?” you say, innocently. You even play it up a bit by batting your lashes at him.

His grip on your thigh tightens, and it feels so good, and it’s been so long, you resist rolling your eyes back and instead spread your legs just a bit underneath the table.

“Your father didn’t tell me you were such a brat,” he mutters.

“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him,” you say, hoping you don’t sound as out of breath as you feel.

Aaron doesn’t say anything at that, just hums thoughtfully. You don’t have a chance to backpedal, redirect the conversation if you were reading the whole situation wrong, before he’s placing your leg back on the floor with a gentle hand on your ankle and getting up.

“We can talk more about what you want to do after school later,” he says, raising his voice a bit in an effort to appear like he wasn’t just groping you underneath the table.

You almost don’t hear what he says because your gaze is fixed on the obvious tent in his khakis. Your mouth nearly waters, and just knowing that you’re having the same kind of effect on him as he has on you has heat pooling between your thighs.

You shake your head, resisting the thoughts of throwing yourself on your knees in front of him and taking him in your mouth right in the dining room. You grin up at him and, in an impulsive decision that you’re secretly proud of, you reach over to put a hand on his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch.

“Absolutely, Mr. Hotchner.”

Your smile grows wider at the stormy glare he gives you before he heads out of the dining room, imperceptibly adjusting himself in his pants. Your eyes follow him out, cheeks nearly starting to hurt from how hard you’re smiling because damn, does his ass look good.

It’s your summer vacation, you may as well have some fun, right?

-

Since then, you’ve barely seen Aaron.

You had made Aaron and your father sandwiches, knowing they’d be home by the afternoon. You tried not to let the fact that you were upset, disappointed even, show on your face when your dad came home by himself and told you that Aaron got called for a case.

You knew from your dad that this was a normal occurrence for Aaron and that they’ve both gotten used to it. So many times there would be a gala or a party at the house and he would be called away to chase down a murderer or a rapist or a combination of the two.

You tried not to let it get to you, because seriously, you just met him, but also, it’s not like he owes you anything. But you really hoped that he wouldn’t miss the retreat later that week. Just imagining spending time with him in your lone hotel room was enough to make you dizzy.

So, you distracted yourself. You caught up on your emails, watched those shows that had been piling up in your watch later list, and spent time with your dad at the golf course or whatever else he wanted to do that day. It was nice spending your summer vacation with your dad and catching up on what he does at his boring administrative job and the lack of both of your love lives.

By the time Friday rolled around, there was still nothing but radio silence from Aaron, at least you assumed since your dad hadn’t mentioned him. You almost wish you had asked for his phone number before he left, but it wouldn’t have done you any good to waste a whole week sitting by your cellphone, waiting for a probably dry text from some guy.

A really hot, older guy that definitely has control issues and could toss you around like a ragdoll.

You’re throwing your bag in your car’s backseat and was about to admit defeat, that maybe he really wasn’t going to make it, when a black Range Rover comes skidding down your street and into your driveway.

“There he is,” your dad said in a sing-song voice, sounding about as giddy as you felt.

Your breath catches in your throat when you see him stepping out of his car, because how the hell is it possible for a man to look so attractive doing something so mundane?

And then your eyes nearly bug out because he has his suit jacket hanging from his arm, a duffel bag in the other, and is wearing a white dress shirt so tight that you could see the bulge of his biceps and the softness of his stomach.

“Sorry I’m late,” Aaron says, jogging up to where you and father were. “We just got back a couple hours ago.”

He looks at you then with those pretty brown eyes, looking genuinely apologetic, and the disappointment that you were afraid was going to take a permanent place in your chest gently unravels.

“It’s no problem, Hotch,” your dad waves him off. “We’re still waiting for some of the other guys, so you made it just in time.”

“Great,” Aaron breathes in relief. “I’m going to go change then, I’ll be right back.” His eyes flit towards you again, and you would’ve missed it if you weren’t still staring at him. They’re piercing, undoubtedly beckoning you to follow him, and there’s a hint of a smirk tugging at his mouth.

You feel a rush of excitement shooting through you as you watch him head towards the front door, eyes fixated on his hips. There was no clearer sign than that one, though you try not to roll your eyes fondly at the fact that your dad evidently did not notice as he goes back to playing Tetris with his bags in the trunk.

You wait a couple of minutes, pretending to play on your phone, and then exclaim “Oops, I almost forgot my phone charger! I’m going to run upstairs and get it.”

Your dad just gives an “Okie dokie, sweetie,” and then his phone rings with who you assume is one of his friends you’re waiting for.

You try to not sprint to the front door, instead taking a deep breath and walking in what you hope looks like a normal pace. However, as soon as the front door clicked shut, you run up the stairs, hoping Aaron chose your bathroom rather than the one downstairs.

Not spotting him waiting outside the bathroom, your heart nearly drops out from underneath you, however you notice the closed door and the soft golden light from underneath telling you that you were right.

You were right and maybe you weren’t imagining things. He knew you would listen to his unspoken instructions and follow him. You weren’t a profiler like him, not an expert at studying other people’s body language, but there was nothing fake about the fact that he got hard at your dining room table and you had only known each other for 10 minutes that Sunday.

The click of the door opening disrupts your thoughts. You’re about to grin up at Aaron, say something cute like how you’ve missed him or something more playful like asking why he hasn’t called you.

But you don’t get the chance because you’re suddenly being pressed up against the wall, warm hands on your hips, and Aaron’s soft mouth pressing into yours.

He swallows your gasp, his fingers inching up the hem of your tank top to touch the skin of your waist and kisses the life out of you. His lips are chapped and he tastes fresh, like he had a breath mint on the drive here, and the thought that he had that foresight just for you makes your knees weak.

He kisses you deeply, not even bothering to start gentle like so many other boys have tried before, and it’s overwhelming and not enough at the same time. You’re helpless to kiss back, your body finally catching up, and your hands come up to tangle at the soft strands at the nape of his neck.

He hums against your lips at that, his hands starting to move underneath your shirt to trace the swell of your breasts through your bra. It tickles, and you squirm a little and huff a laugh against his mouth before you can help it.

Before you could apologize and tell him to stop tickling you, his hands press your hips harder against the wall and his lips break away from yours. You attempt to chase him, because you were definitely not done making out, when Aaron tuts at you.

“Behave,” he warns lowly, but he has a full-blown smirk now. His eyes are dark, pupils blown, and his lips red and glistening. He looks so unbearingly sexy when he’s reprimanding you, he just makes it so easy for you to tease him.

“Or what?” You ask, smiling up at him. You watch as his smirk falters, brows furrowing, and something like frustration and exasperation blooms on his face.

“You’re ridiculous,” Aaron breathed, before he’s leaning in and pressing open-mouthed kisses along your jawline and down your neck. He scrapes his teeth against the spot where your shoulder and neck meets and your knees actually buckle this time, something like a strangled moan coming out of your mouth and catching you by surprise. “Looks like you do know how to watch that mouth of yours.”

Any snarky comeback you have dies in your throat because you did not expect Aaron to have that kind of dirty mouth on him. Molten heat starts to pool at the bottom of your stomach, between your thighs, as he slips the strap of your tank top down your shoulder to trace your collarbone with his lips.

“Aaron…,” you whisper, letting your hands fall from his nape to grab at his shoulders, trail down to grope at his biceps. The sleek muscle you can feel even through the fabric of his polo that he changed into, tensing and flexing as he pushes at you, sends your mind reeling.

“What is it, sweetheart?” he mutters against your shoulder, his warm breath and the pet name making you feel paralyzed. “Cat got your tongue?”

Your eyes roll back as you feel him biting a mark onto your chest, right underneath your collarbone, the pain and pleasure tingling all the way down to your cunt. You say something unintelligible, brain feeling muddled, because holy shit.

“Hey pumpkin, did your find your charger? We have to get moving!” You hear your dad’s voice from downstairs and barely swallow back a gasp before Aaron’s hand is pressed over your mouth to quiet you. You hate that that does absolutely nothing to help the growing arousal between your thighs.

Aaron’s eyes meet yours. His eyes have gotten impossibly darker, soft hair falling against his forehead. The wild desire and excitement are clear on his face, but he raises his eyebrows at you to signal you to behave before he lifts his palm off your face.

“Coming!” you yell back at him, hoping the strain in your voice isn’t as obvious to him as it is to you.

Aaron hums, something smug playing at his lips. “Maybe later.”

And it’s ridiculous. Aaron Hotchner, stoic Unit Chief of an FBI unit, best friend of your dad, and 20 years older than you just made out with you so hard that your knees buckled and made a joke about making you come?

You huff a laugh, pushing at his shoulder so you can wriggle out of his grip. He lets go immediately, stepping back to give you several feet of space, and you try not to think about how you already miss the heat and weight of his body against yours.

You’re about to run downstairs, an excuse about realizing you already packed your charger on the tip of your tongue, when Aaron is circling his fingers around your wrist. You look back at him curiously, because as much as you want to, there definitely isn’t time for him to ravage you in your bedroom.

He looks much more composed now, more like his professional SSA Aaron Hotchner self, but you catch the way his eyes linger on the way your shorts ride up high and the soft expanse of your thighs. “I’m serious. We’ll finish this later.”

And it’s the way he doesn’t pose it as a question, but rather a guarantee. Like nothing is going to stop him from having his way with you.

The thought of being completely at Aaron’s mercy has you breathless, feeling a flush rise on your face and your pulse between your legs. He has you stunned speechless, because you’ve never been with someone who has made you feel complete and utter want. You look at him now, chest imperceptibly heaving and making that olive green polo tug across the wide expanse of his chest, you realize that he may just ruin other people for you completely.

Your throat clicks when you clear it, and you only feel a little embarrassed when Aaron doesn’t hide his smirk at you. All words have died in your throat, so you nod instead, hoping that he will take that as an answer.

If possible, Aaron looks even more smug at that.

“Good girl.”

-

The drive to the hotel where the retreat is being held is only 2 hours away, which would’ve been perfectly easy, if you weren’t stuck in the car with Aaron.

You were planning on driving your own car with the top down, wind in your hair, and music blasting. You wanted to spend at least part of your summer vacation doing girly summery things, such as driving into the night with your hair whipping your face and feeling the humidity making your tank top stick to your back.

You also thought you would have time to yourself to think about Aaron and what the hell you got yourself into.

Instead, because you can’t tell if the universe loves or hates you, you have to take Aaron’s Range Rover because everyone else’s cars are packed full, and your dad wouldn’t let you drive by yourself. You tried not to show the excitement bloom on your face when your dad told you, but by the pointed look that Aaron gave you, you didn’t do a very good job.

So, it’s just you, Aaron, and the incredibly tangible sexual tension between you.

The first 30 minutes was easy. It took a while for everyone to find the correct route and there was a lengthy discussion over the phone about whether anyone wanted to stop anywhere for any reason. Eventually, you and at least 4 other similarly lavish cars made it onto the highway.

Aaron was silent for most of the phone call, saying that he didn’t have anywhere he wanted to stop at, and was just looking forward to the fancy clawfoot tub the hotel advertised on their website. You threw a glance at him at that, wondering if he was trying to tell you that he wanted to fuck in the bathtub, but nope. His eyes were firmly on the road, both arms on the steering wheel like a responsible adult or whatever.

You weren’t sure how he was able to act like nothing happened—like you weren’t about to let him just fuck you up against the wall in your childhood home, because currently, you felt like you were about to jump out of your skin from the nervous energy thrumming through you.

You fully ogle him now since it’s not like you have anything to hide. Even his side profile is attractive, but at this point you’re not surprised. Everything you’ve been noticing about him has been steadily driving you wild; the sharp cut of his jaw, the faint traces of stubble, and the way his hands are gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles are white.

You watch the bob of his Adam’s apple as he deadpans “You’re staring.”

You grin at him before you could help it. “It’s not my fault you’re so handsome. They should study you in art classes, maybe you can even get naked for it?”

The snort that comes out of Aaron’s mouth is sudden, and by the way his eyebrows pinch together like he’s thinking hard, he notices as well. “You really are insatiable.”

“You say that like we’ve even done anything yet,” you mutter, mostly to yourself, turning your head to the window to stare at the sun setting. It would be nighttime by the time you got to the hotel, but you’re already sleepy and debating taking a nap while Aaron drives.

You jump when you feel his hand on your thigh, large and warm. You’ve had other men put their hand on your thigh while they drive and it’s nice, maybe even comforting at times, but with Aaron, the action feels darker. It feels more possessive, heated, and just the sight of his huge hand squeezing the flesh of your thigh has you unconsciously squeezing your legs, trapping the tips of his fingers between them.

“Can you behave?” he wondered out loud. “Because you’re not showing me that you can until we get to the hotel.”

The challenge is clear in the deep timbre of his voice, nearly condescending in a way that makes your breath quicken. You vaguely thought about what he had planned for you at the hotel, luckily you had a whole room to yourself since none of your dad’s friends’ daughters wanted to come. You don’t necessarily blame them—you probably wouldn’t have come either if it weren’t for Aaron and the undoubtable promise that you will have the best sex of your life.

And you do want to wait, honestly. But right now, watching the way his biceps flex in the golden light and remembering the way he desperately grabbed at your hips has you rethinking.

So, you give him an innocent smile, reminiscent of the one you gave him earlier this week, and take a hold of his hand to intertwine your fingers together. The action is slightly risky, implying something about your relationship that neither have you discussed. You may be overthinking it, worried that Aaron would think you’re jumping to conclusions, but all of your reservations disappear when Aaron’s hand squeezes yours and brings your joined hands to rest in his lap.

He gives you a soft smile, one you’ve never seen before that makes your chest tighten, and turns his gaze back on the road.

The following 10 minutes are quiet besides the soft roar of the engine and the gentle hum of the radio. The sun setting washes the interior of the car with a warm gold, and you can’t help but notice the way both of your hands, still clasped together, just look so good together. Like you perfectly complemented each other.

You blame it on the fact that you’re starting to get bored when you wiggle your hand to free yourself from Aaron’s grasp to run your fingers along the top of his hands. You trace each knuckle before tracking the visible veins with a light touch, your fingers running up his wrist and to his forearm. The dusting of hair is soothing when you place a firmer hand onto his forearm, gripping it, and your heart thuds in your chest when you notice your thumb and middle finger can’t even touch each other.

He's just so big. His arms, his hands, his shoulders. The way he can so easily overpower you, manhandle you, domineering in a way that makes you want to act out even more just to see what he would do.

He throws you a curious glance when your hand moves up to his bicep, squeezing and feeling.

“Just touching,” you say, and then Aaron’s eyes are back on the road.

The next thing you do is completely spontaneous, out of character for you even, however you know being impulsive is what got you here in the first place.

You place your hand on his crotch.

He doesn’t jump because, of course not. If anything, he was expecting it by the way he just gives you another curious look. Your eyes are instantly drawn to the way his tongue flicks out to wet his lips and the sudden clenching of his jaw.

“Still just touching,” you repeat and turn your focus to your phone with your free hand, leaving your other hand in his lap.

You scroll mindlessly through several different apps for a couple minutes, not even reading anything because you’re too stunned with the fact that Aaron didn’t say anything or remind you to be on your best behavior. Your hand is still precariously placed on his crotch, the seam of his jeans warm against the palm of your hand.

You start scrolling more intently now, reading the entirety of at least every other post, before you start tentatively rubbing your fingers on where you can definitely feel the head of his dick through his pants. Aaron inhales sharply, so quietly you almost don’t hear it, and it’s all the permission you need.

You start pressing more firmly, grabbing him through his jeans to the best of your ability and tracing the line of his slowly hardening cock through the rough material. You grope at him, nearly shamelessly now, and it takes all of your willpower to not throw your phone to the backseat and jump into his lap.

Instead, you place your phone at your feet and turn your body towards him. His back is ramrod straight and his hands are grasping at the steering wheel like his life depends on it. If anyone passing by looked through the window, they would just assume that Aaron was one of those extremely attentive drivers. However, up close, you can see the tense line of his jaw, the way his brows are pinched together, and the way he’s attempting to hide the way he’s starting to breathe heavily through slightly parted lips.

It's intoxicating, and you want more.

Your hand begins to move up his zipper to the top button of his jeans. His eyes dart to you then, craning his neck slightly to look at you but also making sure to keep his eyes on the road, as if the road is even that busy.

“You really can’t listen, can you?”

That condescending tone again makes your brain nearly short-circuit. It’s like a dam breaks because suddenly you’re leaning over the console, making your breasts nearly spill out from your tank top, and you want him in your mouth and coming down your throat if it’s the last thing you’ll ever do. “Can I?”

 “Can you what, sweetheart? Use your words.”

Christ. “Please, can I suck on your cock?”

He hums nonchalantly, as if you can’t see the way he shifts in his seat or the way he’s hurriedly unbuttoning his jeans with one hand. “’Please?’ Looks like you do have some manners.”

And then he’s taking his cock out and you nearly combust on the spot. He’s not fully hard, but you still want nothing more than to feel him on your tongue.

You’re just about to unbuckle your seatbelt to throw yourself into his lap before he stops you by placing his hand over yours.

“Not your mouth, we don’t want other people to know what a dirty girl you are. Use your hands,” he says, nonchalant again in a way that makes your heart race and the ache between your thighs grow.

Although the idea of being caught with your head in his lap and cock down your throat suddenly sounds extremely appealing in a way you’ve never thought of before, you have no choice but to listen and follow his instructions.

You hesitatingly wrap your hand around him, watching in near fascination at the drop of precum that leaks out. He’s big here too, satisfyingly thick and warm in your hand. You move your hand up to smear the wetness around him and then start a steady rhythm of pumping his cock.

A strangled groan comes out of Aaron eventually, and you watch as he attempts to throw his head back in ecstasy while still watching the road with half-lidded eyes. The wide expanse of his pretty throat tempts you, imagining what it would be like to pepper kisses up to his tense jaw to help him relax.

He’s fully hard now, precum steadily leaking out and coating the palm of your hand. You attempt to vary your actions; twisting on the upstroke, squeezing when you’re at the base, or tracing your thumb against the head of his cock. The loud squelching noise makes you feel embarrassed and hot all at the same time, the way it’s drowning out the radio’s music. Your mouth waters as you watch the head of his dick disappear in your fist, wishing you could taste him or see the sheer bliss on his face as he fucks your mouth.

“You couldn’t even wait to get your hands on me, could you?” Aaron murmured, nearly sneering at you. “I bet if I let you, you would let me pull over and fuck you here on the side of the road.”

You swallow nervously, clenching your thighs and trying to ignore the obvious wetness you can feel in your own panties. You squeeze him harder, enthralled by the feeling of his hot flesh against you, and breathlessly whisper “I would.”

He hisses at that, nearly bucking his hips up to follow your hand. “You would let me fuck you anywhere I want.”

It wasn’t a question, but you still feel compelled to answer. “Yes.”

Just then, Aaron’s phone rings from the phone mount on the dashboard. Dread and something awfully similar to delight prickles at the back of your neck when you notice the caller ID being your father. You’re about to retract your hand until Aaron gives you a look out of the corner of your eye, almost like a glare, before his own hand is hot over yours to keep you there.

“Keep going.”

Before you can think of a snarky remark, Aaron swipes at his phone to answer.

“Hotchner.” Nonchalant, casual, as if he doesn’t have his leaking cock in the hands of his best friend’s daughter.

“Hey Hotch, we’re coming up on a great burger joint here in a couple of miles and I wanted to see if you guys were alright with that? I think we lost you.”

You must have been extremely distracted because you’re just now noticing you can’t see your father’s car ahead of you anymore. There are only a few cars on the highway now after finally passing all the city traffic, now driving through a somewhat rural area. You don’t blame yourself after all, because how often do you find yourself giving handjobs to hot older men in their cars?

“I was actually thinking of pulling over at a rest stop, someone’s not feeling well.” Aaron cranes his neck, raising an eyebrow at you.

Even in the darkness of the summer evening and the sparse streetlights bouncing off the dashboard, the pure and primal desire swimming in his eyes is clear and causes a flush to rise to your face.

“Yeah, it must have been lunch,” you attempt to joke, hoping that the rasp in your voice doesn’t give you away. You feel Aaron’s cock twitch in your hand.

Your dad hums through the tinny speakers. “Yeah, you don’t sound so good.”

You notice the car slowing down, not realizing that you were pulling up to a secluded area of a rest stop, right underneath a tree. You glance out the window and take in the fact that the nearest car is over 10 spots away and the closest streetlight is burnt out. You think of the discreet dark color of the car and the tinted windows. Anticipation curls at the bottom of your stomach.

“We’ll let you know when we’re back on the road.” And then Aaron immediately hangs up, parks the car, and leans over the console to kiss you with a hand cradling your cheek.

He cuts to the chase again, kissing you so deeply that your head spins. His mouth is soft but he’s assertive even like this. His hand moves to the back of your neck, taking a hold of you, and your mouth opens in a moan before you can stop yourself, allowing Aaron’s tongue to brush against yours.

When he pulls back, something like a needy whine erupts from your throat. You don’t realize that your hands moved to grasp at his polo, leaving Aaron’s cock free and pressed against his stomach.

“You drive me crazy,” Aaron mutters, brushing a lock of hair behind your head. His gesture and words are impossibly soft, a complete contrast to how he was kissing you, making your breath stutter in your chest.

“You drive me crazy,” you whisper breathily. “Please fuck me?”

He huffs a laugh at that, something you’re slowly starting to become familiar with, and tightens his hold on the back of your neck. There’s nothing soft in his eyes anymore. “Get in the back, now.”

You scramble to get out of the car, legs nearly shaking. The summer humidity is cloying, suffocating, and you rush to open the door to crawl in the backseat.

The seats are just as large and plush as up front, however there’s definitely more foot room that you’re sure Aaron will appreciate. You’re waiting in the middle seat, legs tucked underneath you, as you watch Aaron tuck himself back into his jeans and step out of the car with an air of nonchalance that somehow makes him even more attractive.

When he opens the door to climb into the back, your eyes meet and you suddenly feel frozen to the spot, because he starts to encroach into your space, nearly predatory. There’s a glint in his eyes as he places his hand on your back, lowering you so you’re laying on the seats. You unconsciously spread your legs so he could situate himself between them, and the feeling of his large and warm body between your thighs has you hitching them up on his hips.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been thinking about this,” Aaron murmurs before ducking his head to press his mouth against your jawline, down your neck, and finally finally sucking a mark where your shoulder meets.

You exhale a shaky moan, bringing your hands up to run down his back and feel how wide his shoulders are and how you can feel his muscles tense as he moves. The wet heat of his mouth, his obscenely large hands on your hips, and the way his figure nearly engulfs you is mesmerizing.

He pulls back to take a look at you, thumb coming up to press into the mark he made and putting light pressure against your neck. There’s something wild and possessive in his eyes, his lips parted like he can’t believe what’s happening. “There you go. Now you’ll remember who you belong to.”

It feels like your breath is knocked out of you and replaced with something equally possessive. “Are you going to fuck me or what?”

Something dark passes over his face. “And here I thought you were going to behave.”

Before you could say anything, Aaron is swiftly lifting your tank top up and over your head, throwing it somewhere towards the passenger seat, and groping your tits. He thumbs at your nipples, watching in awe as you arch your back and push your chest further into his hands. The sudden sensation, pleasure zinging up your spine, after being teased for an entire week is dizzying and you want to drown in it.

“You’re so needy for it, aren’t you?” Aaron says, casually, as he pinches at your nipples. You choke on your moan, the initial sting melting into pleasure that makes you feel drunk. “You’re practically begging for my cock.”

“Yes,” you manage to gasp out. Your hands scramble at his shoulders, running up to tangle the soft hairs at the nape of his neck between your fingers. “I need your cock inside me.”

He leans down to suck one of your nipples in his mouth, deft fingers continuing on the other. His mouth is so deliciously wet and hot, expertly licking around you in a way that’s slowly unraveling you, and you shiver when you think about where else his mouth can be of use. Your eyes nearly roll back in your head and you cant your hips up desperately in an effort to gain some sort of friction against the nearly overbearing ache between your thighs.

His hands come down to press your hips down in an effort to make you stop squirming and you feel him shift until his knee is pressing between your legs and against your pussy through your shorts. The feeling of his warm hands on you and the seam of your shorts rubbing against your clit causes an embarrassingly high-pitched whine to escape your throat.

“You’re teasing me,” you pant, tugging at his hair experimentally.

Another raspy groan erupts from Aaron and, if possible, you feel hotter. His mouth detaches from your nipple and you instantly miss the hot heat of his mouth, until he says “And what if I want to taste that pretty little cunt of yours?”

Imagining Aaron pressing open-mouthed kisses against your thighs, breathing hotly against your panties until he’s pressing his tongue against you, smearing even more wetness around until you’re nearly dripping onto the expensive upholstery has you whimpering. Your mind races as you imagine him pulling your panties aside so he can press his soft mouth against you, licking and lapping at your pussy like you’re a five-course meal, sucking on your clit until you’re screaming his name and begging him to stop.

No words come out, mind nearly melted just at the thought of Aaron looking up at you from between your thighs and his mouth on your cunt. Instead, you let out a breathless moan and attempt to grind down against Aaron’s knee, chasing the little stimulation you can get.

Aaron licks his lips as he watches you, eyes dark and predatory. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?” His thumbs briefly traces your hips, and you nearly miss the tender touch, before he’s hooking them into the waistband of your shorts and tugs them down. “But we don’t have time for that, so I’m just going to fuck that needy pussy of yours.”

It took quite a bit of wriggling and Aaron hitting his head against the roof of the car to get your shorts and panties off of you, and you’re about to joke that this was an exercise in of itself, until Aaron is settling back between your legs with his own legs crammed underneath him. You suddenly realize Aaron is still wearing all of his clothes, polo wrinkled and pants hanging loosely at his hips, while you’re completely naked and vulnerable, desperate and needy like he said.

His fingers dance across the soft expanse of your thighs until he presses a finger against you, so close to where you need him. You breathe unsteadily and have to close your eyes, suddenly feeling overwhelmed, when Aaron gently grazes between your folds. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me, honey. Is this all for me?”

You nod rapidly and push your hips down in an effort to tell him to hurry the fuck up.

Aaron tuts at you. “What did I say about using your words?” And then he’s forgoing your clit completely and pressing a thick finger inside.

You gasp, eyes shooting open and meeting his from where he’s watching your face so intently it would’ve been intimidating if you didn’t feel white-hot pleasure take over your body. “Yes, I’m wet, just for you,” you rush out.

He hums, satisfied. “Just for me, right?” He begins thrusting his finger inside of you, and the feeling of being filled and something finally happening has you arching your back against him again, soft whines escaping your mouth before you can help it. The lewd noises from your sopping pussy rings out in the small space of the car, jarring, but it just makes you feel hotter.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you babble, attempting to rut your hips down to meet his thrusts, steadily growing in pace. Your hand shoots down to take ahold of his forearm, nearly distracted at the veins popping out, when you feel a second finger prodding at you. “Please just fuck me already, I’m ready.”

You watch Aaron’s mouth form what has to be a reprimand, scolding you for being so desperate, but then it closes and forms into something softer even as his gaze is fixated on his thick fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy. He leans in and kisses you before you realize, just a soft press of his lips against yours. When he pulls back, he’s still wearing a faint smile, and tucks a stray strand of your hair behind an ear. It’s all so painstakingly affectionate, you feel at a loss for words again but for a completely different reason you can’t name.

“How can I say no to you?” he mutters, almost to himself, and it shocks you to your core.

He doesn’t wait for a response and pulls out a condom from his back pocket. You watch as he’s about to tear the foil packet open, thoughts turning over and over in your head, before you exclaim “It’s fine, I’m on the pill.”

He pauses and stares at you, serious based off the pinch of his brows. “Are you sure? I don’t mind…”

“I’m sure,” you say, throwing your arms around his neck so you can run your fingers through his hair. And you are absolutely sure, confident, because you know the cherry on top of this whole experience would be feeling his cock spill in your pussy and filling you up. “I want to feel you.”

You watch as he groans, closes his eyes, and leans his forehead against yours, staring at the flutter of his long eyelashes. “You are killing me, sweetheart.”

You let out a breathless laugh. “Are you kidding me? I can say the same for you.”

Because if you thought Aaron looked good wearing a suit in those blurry pictures on Facebook, it doesn’t even compare to how he looks now. His polo tightly stretched over his shoulders, slightly disheveled from where you were grabbing onto him, belt unbuckled and pants hanging deliciously half-open from his hips, and hair tousled, the gel maintaining his professional appearance giving way to make him look younger. He’s so unbelievably hot you almost believe you’re dreaming.

You watch as he pushes his jeans and boxers down enough to where his cock pops out, the head a sympathetic dark red from where he must’ve been achingly hard this entire time. Before you make another attempt to have him in your mouth, he’s pushing in, stretching you deliciously open and making you grip harder at the hair at his nape.

“Fuck, you’re still so tight for me,” Aaron grunts, his hands flying to grasp onto your hips.  

Although you can feel him sink into you, inch by inch, you’re mesmerized by the sharp focus on his face, the pinch in his brow and eyes clenched shut. As if he’s trying not to throw away all abandon and pound into you, and the thought is so intoxicating it makes your head spin.

“Oh my god,” you mumble. He bottoms out, his cock finally pushed all way in your pussy, and he’s much bigger, thicker, than you realized. It feels so, so good—being filled up with his hard cock, his hips pressing against your thighs as they splay out the way you’ve been dreaming of for the past week.

“You okay?” Aaron asks, gentle again, and before you could answer, he’s pulling back and thrusting back into you.

A gasp wretches out of you and your hands scramble at his back, pulling him down because you need him to be closer, need his large body pushing down on you and making you take him.

He lets you, giving you a mockingly sympathetic look, and leans down to press an open-mouthed kiss against your jawline. He starts a steady rhythm then—thrusting in and out of you and knocking the breath out of you. “You’re going to take my fat cock, baby? I know you’ve been begging for it all week; you need it so bad, don’t you?”

Jesus Christ.

Words escape you again, instead, your mouth hangs open as you attempt to nod in response. Even though the car’s AC was blasting, you were covered in sweat and sliding up the seats with every thrust of Aaron’s hips. You definitely weren’t complaining, probably wouldn’t even be able to because sounds you didn’t even know you were capable of making kept coming out of you, eyes nearly permanently rolled back in your head. It felt so good, you didn’t think fucking could ever feel this good, but Aaron continues to exceed expectations.

You hitch your legs up his hips higher and let out a high-pitched whine at the change in angle, hot pleasure zinging up your spine. Aaron grunts, something dark and masculine that makes you preen, and his hips start snapping harder, faster.

“Look at you,” he murmurs lowly right into your ear. “Being fucked so good you can’t even speak.”

He shifts again, hands hooking underneath your thighs and, with your nod, presses your knees to your chest until they’re next to your ears, legs dangling over his shoulders. You wrap your arms around your thighs, holding them in place, and your eyes nearly roll back into your head when Aaron’s cock slides even deeper into your cunt with a wet sound. He feels heavenly, even despite not having touched your clit at all.

He fucks you relentlessly and you think your brain has melted out of your ears because you just take it. The sound of his skin slapping against yours, the litany of groans and praises that fall from his lips, and your nonstop whimpering gasps is heady. You don’t even care if you can’t come just from him rutting into you alone, it feels too fucking good.

He sits back up, not once breaking his brutal pace, and makes unwaveringly intense eye contact with you. “My beautiful girl takes my cock so well, making such pretty noises. I can’t wait to fill this pussy up with my come.”

You really did not expect Aaron to have the dirty mouth he does, but again, you’re not complaining. Instead, you bring one of your arms down to snake between your thighs where you’re absolutely soaked in your combined wetness and sweat to circle your clit. The added stimulation, finally, has your thighs shaking and your pussy clenching around him. You squirm a bit, because his belt buckle has started to dig into you from where his pants are pooling around his knees, but you’re suddenly so close.

“Fuck, Aaron…”

He licks his lips at that, starts to fuck into you faster somehow. He knocks your hand aside to replace with his own and you absolutely mewl when you feel the rough callous of his thumb gently circling your clit, impossibly slow. “Is my good girl going to come? You’re going to come all over my cock, sweetheart?”

Your heart is pounding in your ears, and you can barely detect the strain in Aaron’s voice, like he’s close too. “Yes, yes, please,” you stutter, feeling your gut tighten and sweat breaking out on the back of your neck. “Harder.”

Aaron lets out a shaky laugh. “Since you asked so nicely.”

And then he’s rubbing your clit mercilessly, almost too rough if your nerves weren’t already so close to snapping. You let out a string of strangled whines, your hands coming up to hold onto Aaron’s free arm for dear life. You’re so wet that his fingers just glide over you, the wet noises of him fucking into you getting you hotter, making the coil in your stomach wind tighter, but it’s still not enough.

You watch with half-lidded eyes as Aaron lifts his right hand from where he was definitely leaving bruises on your hip to place at the base of your throat. Your eyes widen but you don’t stop him because the feeling sends your mind spinning, realizing that you have placed so much trust in this man and he’s thoughtful enough to care for you, treasure you, and fuck you so hard he’s definitely ruined you for anyone else.

His eyes are impossibly dark, hair falling into his face, and you meet his gaze unblinkingly as he puts light pressure on your throat. “Come for me.”

You don’t know if it’s the hand on your neck, his cock frantically fucking into you, or the soft baritone of his voice that has you pushing over the edge. You come with a choked gasp of his name, hips and thighs shaking almost uncontrollably. You swear your vision whites out because you don’t think you’ve ever come so hard in your fucking life.

You distantly hear Aaron grunt your name, feel him fuck into you desperately and erratically. He lets go of your throat, you secretly already miss the weight of his hand, and he clutches at your hips as he chases his own orgasm. It doesn’t take long for his hips to stutter, coming into you with a guttural moan that sends a shiver down your back. He grinds his hips into you, like he’s making sure he’s giving you every last drop he has, and the thought has you whimpering.

You stay like that as both of you catch your breath. Your thighs and hips are starting to ache uncomfortably, pussy sore in a way where you know you’ll be feeling it tomorrow, but you watch the way Aaron runs his hand through his hair to get it out of his eyes so he can lean in to kiss you, and it’s all worth it.

He pulls out slowly, dick twitching half-way inside of you when you moan at the empty feeling. You feel his come instantly start to drip out of you and onto the seats, and the dangerous glint in Aaron’s eyes has you squirming, heat licking up your back.

“Are you okay?” he asks, leaning over to open the console and hopefully rummage around for a hidden towel. You hope he doesn’t pull out old and scratchy fast-food napkins like the ones you have crammed in your glove compartment.

You laugh breathlessly, slowly dropping your legs down to dangle a bit more comfortably. “More than okay.”

He comes back with a pouch of wet wipes, slightly used, and you’re surprised at the sudden twinge of jealousy you feel when you imagine why he has wet wipes ready in his car and how many other women he’s fucked in his expensive car.

He’s thorough in cleaning you up, chest rapidly rising and falling as he continues to catch his breath. As if he can read your mind, he looks up at you curiously with no trace of the stern persona he had when he was fucking you mindlessly. You had thought you hid your jealousy well, however you find yourself glaring at the wipes in his hand.

He gives you an achingly sweet smile, a surprise dimple making an appearance, and leans over you where you’re still sweating all over his backseat. “Every parent has wet wipes in their car.”

You feel your cheeks heat at being caught, that he somehow knew you were drowning in the sudden onslaught of jealousy clawing up your chest. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to.” He throws the used wipes on the floor to pick up later, and then he’s wrestling around with you until you’re somehow laying on top of him across the seats, both of your legs bunched up and tangled together.

You’re sticky and sweaty, and Aaron has nearly sweated through his polo, causing it to cling to his chest in a way that has you wanting to put your hands all over him. So, you do, running your palms up and down him so intently that it gets a chuckle out of him.

“All of your clothes are still on.”

“Well, I was a little busy.” Oh, he’s a little cheeky after sex.

Both of you are laying in comfortable silence as you still catch your breaths, Aaron moreso than you, when his phone goes off where it hasn’t moved from the phone mount. The bright light causes you to squint, and you turn to press your face into Aaron’s chest with a whine. “Don’t pick up.”

“Alright, alright,” Aaron says despite him making no moves anyway to get up. He cranes his neck to get a good look at the caller ID and you can feel his body stiffen. “It’s your dad.”

And just like that, a bucket of cold water is splashed over you. You just had sex with your dad’s best friend in his expensive Range Rover in some sketchy rest stop.

You must have froze as well because then Aaron is running a hand up and down your back, making you shiver. He’s trying to comfort you, you know that, but honestly your thoughts immediately melt into other things that rely on his hands on you. Like pushing your head down between his legs. Maybe he’s right and you really are insatiable.

“Come on, let’s get going.”

-

The car ride the rest of the way to the hotel is mostly silent between you two, the only noises being the wind deafening you and your hair slapping into your face since he rolled the windows down.

To air out the stench of sex in the car, you remember.

You would almost think Aaron was mad, the way he didn’t try to make conversation with you, and you knew that you would be spiraling if it wasn’t for the fact that he held your hand in his lap the entire time.  

You probably wouldn’t be much for conversation anyway—you’re already trying not to let your mind race about what you were going to do.

You’re only here for a couple of weeks, you go to school across the country, and technically, this was only supposed to be a summer fling. You don’t technically need to tell your dad about what happened.

You turn to look at Aaron, unabashedly. His hair is still tussled, thanks to your fingers, and there’s sweat beading along his forehead from the summer humidity. You stare at the sharp slope of his nose, the way the lights from the highway reflect in his dark eyes, and you’re suddenly wracked with the feeling of not wanting to let him go.

He squeezes your hand when he notices you staring for too long. He turns to you, most likely seeing the desperation on your face. He misinterprets it, thinking you’re running over what you’re going to tell your father over and over in your head. He has no idea that you want to keep seeing him, that you want to make this work somehow, whatever is between you two.

“We’ll figure it out.”

When you notice his gentle smile, the methodical way he runs his thumb over the back of your hand, you believe him.

[dotcie]

MDNI | simon 'ghost' riley x afab!reader | no use of y/n, no mention of name, weight, hair style, or skin colour | use of nickname "dove" | ghost fucks you on shepherds desk. that‘s it.

The scream that climbs out of your lungs dies unaired, against rough skin, and the world explodes into motion.

You bite down on the bare palm covering your mouth, elbows digging into the body that traps you in place. Feet shuffle, and before you can even get your bearings enough to tap into your training to fight back, you're dragged into the closest room.

The door is pulled shut behind you, latching with a quiet little click, and you're spun around to face your opponent—back slamming against the slab of wood blocking your freedom. It takes you more seconds of struggling to recognise that the hand over your mouth is accompanied by familiar tattoos and that the man in front of you is, indeed, Simon.

"Don't scream," he says, all casual and loose.

His lips quirk with an utterly devilish smirk once he lets go of you, and your clenched fists crash down onto his chest immediately; trying to push him away, to make it hurt. You shove at him, aim for his face, but he doesn't yield—just grabs your wrists mid air like it's nothing.

"You fuck—fucking psychopath!" you spit, pulling and puffing in his tight grip, but he doesn't let go.

"Hey, hey—" Simon begins instead, voice growing softer, but he's laughing, and the sound of it is laced with a gravity that draws an ache into the rhythm of your own heartbeat.

"Let go of me!"

He slightly tilts his head as he stares down on you, gaze raking over your face as if he is searching for something—how serious you are, maybe. An indicator of how upset you are, perhaps. His eyes linger on the slight frown curving the corners of your lips and the anger in your eyes. You stare back fiercely, heart caught in your throat.

"Sorry," he says, the shadow of a grin ghosting over his lips as he finally lets go of you.

"I'm going to kill you," you snarl back, palming your wrist.

"Y'wouldn't be the first to try, dove."

He says it in that same monotone manner he always does, and you heave a deep sigh, tipping your head back against the door for an agonizing beat—as though you're horribly exhausted by this little game of his.

Yet, he seems unmoved, his eyes unreadable. You've gritted your teeth for years at his silence, just to now drag it on out of spite.

You let your eyes roam through the dark room you've been dragged into. Ceiling-high bookshelves, expensive leather chairs, and a solid wood desk fill the room. There's no question that this must be Shepherd's office, and you swallow the question of how Simon managed to get in here. When you shake your head at him in silence disapproval instead, he blinks back at you unmoved.

It's the first time you get a good look at him since you left him in Brixton. He's in a plain, dark blue uniform, a row of medals clinging to the left side of his left chest. It's been a while since you've seen him in formal attire, and your eyes linger a little bit too long on his broad frame before they move up and take in his scarred face. The jaw you know, the crooked nose, the dark eyes that often carry a brutal, pale expression—now looking down on you soft and open.

"No mask, huh?" You hate how the words come out low and peeved, an exhale that flutters like a leaf carried adrift by strong winds.

"They said it'd be unbecoming to the other guests."

You laugh, just a breath, and your face crumples into a hundred shades of grief with it. The way his voice folds gently around your name immediately makes everything much worse.

"Look, y'told me not to contact you, and I didn't, alright, but we're both here and—shite, I dunno. Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe—"

"How much have you been drinking?"

"Lost count. It's Johnny's fault, really—you look stunning, have I told you yet?"

"You did." — "Good."

You freeze as he steps closer, but you don't pull away. Simon lets his touch linger, slowly skimming his fingertips over your jaw. He catches the way your breath quickens, and how your gaze flickers to his lips. You swallow hard, trying to breathe past the sudden thundering of your heart against your ribs. The flare of heat that sears through your veins is a warning, and the familiar longing cleaving you in two is just as sharp and unforgiving. You make an annoyed face at him for it, wanting to claw at his face and rip his clothes off at the same time.

"Let me kiss you," he murmurs, touching you like it's a question.

Your heart is in the back of your throat. Although you try to swallow it, your voice comes out as little more than a whisper. "Simon, I—"

He moves anyway, bridges the gap between you, and your hands move to his chest. Your breath catches and tangles up in your ribs, like it's the first time you've ever been here, the first time he's looking at you with this intensity that's palpable, that's alive and tangible and real.

Your hands on his chest curl into fists. "C'mon, don't do this, we talked about—"

He doesn't let you finish, kissing the words right out of your mouth.

Simon pours all his feelings— every drop of love he holds for you in his heart, every last fraying thread of longing, everything—into the kiss. You tremble under the warmth of his lips, cursing yourself for giving in, for meeting him here alone. You're not a good person—you are a terrible person, and you're not going to stop, because now Simon is sucking in your bottom lip, and inching his hands up your thighs, up over your hips, palming your ass, and it feels good and it is terrible and he wants you just like this, and you—

Simon picks you up by the thighs, and there's no room in your head to protest; you wrap your arms and legs around him instead, deepening the kiss like you're starved for it. He crosses the room effortlessly, kicking a chair out of the way with his foot with a screech, before setting you down on the cool surface of Shepherd's desk.

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[weakforminho]

LATE NIGHT ACTIVITY - FELIX (solo)

Content warnings: Explicit sexual content, masturbation, 18+, fantasy smut, MDNI - Everything is fictional

Note : You can either imagine the fan as [YOU] or [SOMEONE ELSE] It's all up to you

It's late at night, the room is dark and quiet, except for the soft sound of Felix's breathing. His pale, toned body is sprawled across the bed, a light sheet barely covering his lower half, showing a slight bit of his stubble pubes and V-line. "Why do I get horny everytime I think of her?," he moans, as his slender fingers trail down his chest, his dark brown eyes heavylidded with desire.

He reaches down, beneath the sheets, and wraps his hand around his growing erection. A low groan escapes his lips as he begins to stroke himself, his hips rocking slightly against his touch. Felix's mind drifts to fantasies of that one fan he saw at one of his concerts, as he increases his pace. "Mhm I should've pulled her backstage and- ah~ asked her if it was okay to suck those tits "

His cock, now fully erect, stands proud, defying the soft sheets that try to hide it. It's thick and veined. He sits up for a moment to spit on his cock, before laying back down. His hand now sliding easily up and down, creating wet noises that echoes against the walls.

Below his navel, a thin, barelythere trail of hair, soft and fair, tapers down to his most intimate parts. He slowly moves his hips up, fucking into his fist as his breathing gets louder every second. His toned abs clench and unclench in waves, each muscle defined and alive.

The dim light catches the sheen of sweat on his skin as he works himself harder, lost in his own little world of pleasure. His breath comes in short gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Felix's mind is filled with vivid images of his adoring fan, her soft hands and tender touches, her eager mouthsm and tongue. He imagines her watching him now, seeing him like this, and it only fuels his desire. A drop of precum beads at the tip of his cock, and he runs his thumb over it, spreading the slickness along his shaft.

His free hand roams his body, his fingers ghosting over his nipple, giving it a soft pinch. A quiet moan escapes him, and his grip on his cock tightens, his strokes becoming more urgent. Felix's toes curl, and his back arches slightly off the bed, every muscle in his body tightening as he gets closer and closer to his release.

"Mmm fuck, I bet your tits feel amazing... so soft and perfect in my hands," Felix pants out, his imagination running wild as he pictures his fan laying beneath him. His hands squeeze his own chest, imagining it's hers.

He strokes his cock faster, picturing her legs spreading wide for him, her pussy glistening and ready. "Ohhh your pussy... it must be so tight and wet for me... just begging to be filled," he groans, his hips bucking up into his fist.

Felix pinches his own nipple harder, biting his lip to stifle a moan. "I'd slide right in, nice and deep... make you scream my name as I fuck you senseless." His other hand moves down to cup his balls, rolling them gently as he nears his peak. "Soon... I'm gonna cum so hard... all over your perfect tits...fuckk you want that hm?"

"Fuck, just thinking about how tight your pussy would be... how your hips would move with every thrust, meeting me, greedy for more... it's driving me crazy," Felix moans, his deep voice barely above a whisper in the dark. His strokes become more frenzied, his cock slick with precum.

His breath hitches as he imagines the sound of her voice, desperate and needy, pleading for him. "That's it baby... Tell me how much you want it, how good it feels... I can feel your pussy clenching around me, so wet and tight, like it was made for me."

His body tenses, and with a final, animalistic growl, "Oh God, you're making me cum... That's it, just like that.. fuckk baby i'm gonna fill you with every drop... just like I would if you were here bouncing up and down my needy cock."

As the orgasm crashes over him, Felix arches off the bed, a strangled moan tearing from his throat. His cock throbs in his hand as thick ropes of cum shoot over his stomach and chest, marking him with his own release.

"Ohhh fuck... so good... I can feel it, hot and thick inside you," Felix pants out, riding the waves of his climax. He milks his cock, wringing out every last drop of pleasure until he's left spent and satisfied. "That's a good girl," he chuckles, before breathing loudly and looking at his own cum dripping down his fingers..

"Hopefully I can fall asleep now."

[yukioos]

MIS

SUMMARY: jayce talis x reader // your mother takes the brunt of the attack from jinx, causing your mother to pass from the wounds. her death leaves you grieving. once all your pain builds up and the pressure becomes too much to handle, you find yourself face-to-face with a panic attack. your boyfriend, jayce, stays with you throughout all your troubles and comforts you when you need him the most.

AUTHORS NOTE: hi! i hope you guys enjoy this oneshot, i felt in the mood to write some angst and comfort :) thanks for the request, sorry if you wanted me to write something more happy and fluffy. i haven’t had a panic attack so i don’t fully know what it’s like to have one, but i tried my best! this is 2.4k words

WARNINGS: not proofread, panic attack, death, grief, guilt, cussing, pet names

ASK: gurll i love this, for the next one can u please make it the other way around (jayce comforting reader) 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 i need jayce huggie toooo!!

the sky was dark, and the moon was an unusually deep shade of red. the bland sky didn’t stand out to you, opposite to how it would be filled with stars any other day. hot air filled your room, causing you to tug and pull at your tightly fitted clothes. you threw old clothes onto the ground, planning to give them to the undercity, where they lacked what you perceived as normal. you giggled at the thought of your younger sister, caitlyn, who thought she was sneaky bringing in a woman from zaun into her room, claiming she was only hurt.

your mother didn’t know about this, however. she didn’t have enough time in her schedule to know about caitlyn’s relationships, only you and jayce’s, as word spread quickly. you were pleased to know that she accepted the relationship once she sat the two of you down and asked about jayce’s intentions with you. she just wanted you to have a good partner, someone who could live up to the kiramman expectations and life. knowing jayce ever since he was young, she immediately knew you were a perfect match.

when you were young, she wasn’t as busy being a councilor as she is now. you used to tell caitlyn about how mom used to be fun, and she would always laugh at the stories in disbelief. sometimes, she would flat-out tell you you were lying, like when your mom had enough time to teach you how to shoot targets. as she became older, her time with you became shorter and shorter, and caitlyn hardly knew her mother.

but even as you were scavenging through your dresser and walk-in closet, a sinking feeling weighed you down. something was off, something felt wrong, unusual. you rubbed your eyes, hoping you were just imagining when you saw a bright blue light shine through the sky like a shooting star. the sound of it flying through the air reminded you of fireworks before they explode. you tilted your head in curiosity. you had never seen a shooting star before—

suddenly, a loud sound erupted in your ears, causing you to duck and cover your head. you panted, whimpering as you had no idea what had just happened. you slowly raised your head from the ground, glancing around your room to see if any damage had been done. when you stood back on your feet, you glanced outside the window to see a huge hole in the administrative building where meetings were held.

fuck, that’s where jayce and mom were.

your eyes widened in terror as you immediately pushed your double doors open and down a flight of stairs. alarms began to alert the city of piltover, and screams and crying from citizens made your blood run cold. your legs ached from running, panting as your lungs burned with pain, unable to catch a breath. once you ran to the top floor of the administrative building, you slammed open the partially broken doors.

heart racing, you paused in your tracks once jayce carried viktor in his arms, with tears filling his eyes. your heart raced, and your throat tightened, you managed to ask, “where is my mother? mom? mom—“ as you walked around, searching for bodies covered in rubble, dark blue hair and short pink hair caught your eye.

you were about to walk over to them, but you staggered as smoke filled your throat, causing you to cough. before you could pause, a large, warm, and familiar hand laid on your shoulder. there, your boyfriend stood with ash on his face, and an almost dead man in his arms, his best friend. he cupped your face with one hand and stared at you, “hey— hey, we’re both alright, that’s— that’s good—”he tried to lighten the mood by chuckling. he then continued, even as his fake smile didn’t reach his eyes, “i need to help viktor—“

you interrupted, “jay, it’s okay, go, i think i see my mother—” you gazed into his glossy eyes, his lip trembled with fear.

you placed your shaky hand on his cheek and gave him a quick kiss. as you gently patted his cheek, he mumbled, “promise you’ll stay safe for me.” while looking into your equally terrified eyes.

you responded, “i will.” and with that, he ran to the science lab to supposedly heal viktor. you then ran over to the dark blue hair, assuming it was your sister. she turned around and hugged you without uttering a word. you gripped her back just as tightly, and the pink-haired zaunite stared at your mother with sorrow. her face was covered in ashes, and bricks left bruises and blood-stained clothes. you pressed your finger up to the side of her neck. once you felt nothing, you checked her wrist.

she didn’t have a pulse.

your breathing sped up, but your world slowed down as if it paused. your body felt numb, and your hearing drained from your ears. a hand squeezed your shoulder, the hand of your sister, trying to shake you back into reality. shutting your eyes for a moment, you tried to imagine anything but her lifeless body in front of you. the woman who lived her life saving and protecting others, the one who watched you grow up, the one who carried you for nine months, was now dead.

it seemed unreal to think about.

but you opened your eyes and imagined it was someone else in front of you, someone with less of an impact on your life. you slowly stood up and stared at your mother’s closed eyes and scarred face. you then turned your back on her and brought your eyes up to the two women in front of you. you mumbled, “we need a medic.”

the next few months after your mother’s death were a living hell. although it was sweet to see children placing flowers near your mother’s grave, honoring her dedication to the city, you hadn’t been in a healthy mental state. normally, things came easy to you. however, for the past few months, all you had heard from others were condolences for the death of your mother. you tried to act as if you weren’t bothered by it at all, and to continue your everyday life. that’s what your mom would’ve wanted you to do, anyway.

but as you were walking to your residence with jayce after spending time with one another at a restaurant, a news reporter came up to you. the man attracted many other reporters to huddle up in front of you, almost barricading you into the wall. you shuttered at the lack of space, and reporters yelled and stuck microphones and cameras into your face.

one asked, “miss kiramman, do you have any plans on becoming the leader of the kiramman house anytime soon?” as if it wasn’t a sensitive question, relating to your mom’s passing.

you frowned as another question followed, “how has your mother’s death affected you?”

“will you join the council to replace your mother’s spot?”

tears began to spring in your eyes as you backed up, becoming closer and closer to the wall. yet, the reporters wouldn’t stop asking questions and entrapped you, all around you, unable to move. suddenly your boyfriend loudly announced, “that is enough. go along with your day and leave.” his eyebrows were furrowed with concentration and he balled his fists up.

one of the reporters interjected, “mr. talis, all we want is to ask miss kiramman a couple questions—“

he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, then glared at the man. he suddenly understood and nodded, appearing embarrassed. they all followed after the man, who ran away once he saw councilor medarda, who wandered around the streets with her companion, lest.

jayce gently rubbed your shoulder with his large hand and mumbled, “sorry you had to see that. are you okay?” he knew you didn’t like talking about her death often, as it was recent and it’s all anyone would bother you about. however, when he saw your glossy eyes and your hands wiping them, he knew something was wrong. you hadn’t normally acted like this around him, nevertheless anyone.

you slightly nodded, just enough for jayce to see. you lowered your head, not wanting to be noticed by anyone else as jayce held the door open for you. a lock clicked behind you, and you traveled up the flight of stairs to your room. your heart pounded as you were reminded of the night when you saw your mother’s lifeless body on the ground, feeling like your heart was going to jump out of your chest. too much heat was in the room, maybe you had to open the window. you quickly sprinted over to the window and opened it, still feeling so hot all over your body.

god, everything was too much. you whimpered as you felt liquid dripping down your cheeks, and your throat began to tighten up as if barbed wires wrapped themselves around your neck. you wiped your forehead with your sleeve, only to feel the warmth on the cloth from sweat. ringing filled your ears, causing you to ball your fists up as you sat on the ground, starting to hit your head to stop the ringing. unfortunately, you couldn’t stop the noise in your head.

you couldn’t hear anything, and your body became numb. as your throat continued to tighten, you rubbed your throat in pain, wanting to tell your mom that you were sorry. why the hell weren’t you there when she was dying? you could’ve prevented her death, couldn’t you? maybe you could’ve blocked her body with yours from the hit, then you would’ve taken most of the damage. it would’ve been better that way. she was more influential, more powerful, and more important than you. what would’ve happened if you were there to save her? would you be at dinner right now? would you be hugging her? telling her a stupid joke she always laughed at? would you be dead?

it pained you that there was no way to know what could’ve happened.

jayce heard sobs as he washed his hands in the bathroom, screams, even. his heart raced and he dried his hands, then he ran out of your large bathroom to see your head in your hands, hitting it with your fists as hard as you could. you were sobbing, “i’m sorry, mom, i’m sorry,” repeatedly, over and over on a loop. your body shook like you were the most delicate thing in the world, like you were about to break any second. your arms dripped with sweat, and you seemed to be dissociative, as you didn’t respond to his calls of your name.

he then realized they were common signs of a panic attack. must’ve been from all the reporters bugging you with their never-ending questions and from the passing of someone so important in your life. he didn’t know how to handle a situation like this, but he knew you needed someone to help you and ground you. he gently placed a hand on the crown of your head and rubbed it gently, as if you were a child. you slowly looked up at him, eyes and face all red from crying. you sniffled, mind still racing, as you tried to focus on the words that came out of his mouth, not recognizing the ones that came out of yours.

you were full-on sobbing, dry tears laid helplessly on your skin, waiting to be rehydrated with new ones. you closed your eyes and cradled yourself, still crying out, ‘i’m sorry,’ so jayce slowly wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, not knowing if he was doing the right thing. he asked, as he gave a kiss to your shoulder, “why are you sorry, sweetheart?” you unconsciously leaned into his warm frame, although you felt far too hot for your liking.

your wailing became quieter as you continued talking, listing all the reasons why you should’ve been the one who took the hit, you should’ve been better to her, you should’ve spent more time with her, and you should’ve been there before she died. he continued to ask you questions so you could open up about your feelings until your throat hurt from sobbing and talking for so long.

you leaned your head against him for a few minutes in silence, not wanting to say anything more. he rubbed your shoulder and turned, staring into your red eyes. you whimpered and wiped your eyes, staring up at him with a pout on your face. he softly smiled, then gently placed a hand on your wet cheek. he placed his lips against yours, the most intimate kiss you’ve shared. once the two of you pulled away, he helped you stand up, expecting to carry you to bed.

but to his surprise, you hugged him, causing him to stumble back with the amount of force you used. you mumbled into his chest, “i love you so much, jayce.” your voice was strained, using the rest of your words and power to thank him for his help and love.

he wrapped his strong arms around you and petted your hair, “i love you too.” he couldn’t have felt more affectionate or loving than now, and you felt the same. after a few minutes of staying in the hug, he slowly undressed you and changed you into more comfortable clothes. he carried you to your bed, then changed into his clothes that he kept in your drawers for when he stayed the night. he just changed into a pair of sweatpants, taking his shirt and everything else off.

turning the lights off, he walked over to you and pulled the sheets down, causing you to quickly huddle up to him and trap his leg with yours. you wrapped your arm around his waist, wanting to feel as close as you possibly could to him. as jayce’s breath began to even out, you knew he was the only one who could calm you down, bring you out of that headspace. he was nervous, he’d never comforted someone like that before, but his dedication and patience showed you he was the one for you.

[silverspek]

After Game ‘Meditation’ 𝜗𝜚

Pretty boys who lay their head in your lap pathetically with no shame, pretty boys who apologize as they’re fucking into you, pretty boys that need you to praise them >>>

warnings … nsfw, f!reader, praise kink, oral (r), pull-out method, dom!reader + switch!rin, penetrative unprotected vaginal sex, oralking!rin, established relationship, nicknames, he’s mean but nice <3

Sex with Rin is truly best after he loses a game. You would never tell him this of course, fully aware of his deep rooted pride that is the source of his ego. He’s the best and he doesn’t need you to tell him that … until he does, till it’s just you and him behind a closed door.

Emotions simmer beneath his fluttery teal eyes; anger, frustration, and disappointment readable as his brows furrow and knit together. It makes your skin crawl knowing you can see it reflected so clearly despite him trying to cover his face with his hair, rare is it to see him so vulnerable. “Rin baby, talk to me about it,” you attempt to coax his woe from him.

Your fingers tread in his silky tapered hair as he lays his head expectantly in your lap, seeking comfort. Although he’s much bigger than you are, you don’t mind succumbing to his needs.

Rin Itoshi needingly swaddles his face between your lush thighs whilst he works on his ‘after game meditation’, “hmm…” he merely groans in petulance. Not just yet ready to process his feelings of utter failure. Due to his pride, he stiffens from unnecessary blame that your sweet hands inevitably massage him free of.

Fine. You roll your eyes teasingly. His grip on your thighs and ass tighten as he sighs, his fingertips digging into your meaty flesh while he exhales. Despite this soft and weak side of him, you’re reminded of his restrained strength in these moments. “I watched your game y’know”, you watch all of them, “I couldn’t take my eyes off you Rinnie,” no one else commands attention quite like he does on the field. His ridiculously over complicated method of playing soccer.

“That game was lukewarm, no, room temperature at best actually.” It comes out as mumbles though, his lips and cheek pressed into your warm and supple skin.

You swipe Rin’s dark bangs away from his eyes, tucking his hair lightly behind his ear. This reveals his dramatized lashes and softening features at your sweet words. Rin Itoshi certifiably has a kink for praise, “you’re a star, my star,” you say watching his ears perk up and turn red in response. He’s unbelievably receptive, even the tops of his shoulders flush at your flattery.

It’s like you’ve breathed new life into him, “come here and show me how good you are, Rin.” Pathetic and oh so eager to please as he wraps his toned arms around your waist in an embrace. You’re drawn closer to him, deeper into his emotional turmoil hidden beneath a veneer of insouciance. It’s addicting, just like him.

Rin isn’t always the most vocal at first, but don’t mistake his shyness for a lack of passion though; he’s a gentle lover at heart. He desires you in ways that he can’t verbalize — therefore he’ll let his mouth do the hard work — devoted to your satisfaction.

He begins to kiss down the skin of your stomach, still stationed on his knees before you. “Don't tell me what to do,” gloomy but insolent as ever while he plants wet kisses against your skin. You giggle knowing he wouldn’t want to be anywhere but the haven between your thighs, and you gasp when he starts to spread your legs apart slowly.

There’s drool practically dripping down his chin at the thought of getting to devour you and being rewarded for it with your little whines and heavenly moans. The laser focus he has vanishes into insatiable defiant lust when he removes your shorts and finds how wet you are, a string of slick connects you to your underwear. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, no sly or slick comeback when he’s in the mood.

You should be ashamed as to how turned on by him you are, he’s downtrodden and beaten by his loss, but you swear you’re conditioned by how well he treats your cunny when he’s like this.

Your back instinctively arches your pelvis further into his firm grip as he licks languid stripes on your slit, you watch him tentatively from between the valley of your breasts on the edge of your seat. “Feels good handsome, keep going,” he loves your small quips of encouragement, it fills him with the need to please you more.

You can feel his hot breath on your pussy as he eats you out, swiping his wet muscle against your lower lips and licking the spit off his chin. It's depraved, but he looks ethereal covered in a sheer layer of your slick. “You’re so good at this Rin,” you half moan half praise as he starts to suck on your clit, “fuck— keep doing that n’ I’ll cum.”

You’re sure you are throbbing against him, you just know it. It’s embarrassing how quickly he can reduce you down to your desires, but he loves it needs it like this, needs you desperate for him. “Faster, closer,” you greedily demand as your grip in his teal hair tightens. You make eye contact and the hunger is like an electric charge.

He doesn’t let anyone talk to him like this, no one orders Rin Itoshi to do anything. You, however, are all his sweetness. For you he is compliant and tamed.

Rin loves how your thighs helplessly quiver and try to push him away when he grazes your clit with his teeth; he knows what your pretty pussy really wants, it never lies. He’ll answer the ache of your throbbing core with his tongue, letting it slide in and out of your walls as his nose hits your clit over and over. It’s unclear how he can breathe down there but you could care less because the knot in your abdomen has become unbearable as he tongue fucks you.

He winces and pants into your cunny when your nails dig into his sensitive scalp, the sting ignites him with the burn to watch you unravel. Strings of curses and chants of his name leave you in a hurry, your body feeling lighter as you let yourself go for him. The crescendo of his tongue against your clit continues while you whine, “oh..! ah— my god. It’s s’good.” Your head falls back as you grind out the rest of your orgasm on his face to your heart's content.

He is so painfully hard, and even harder feeling you cum against his tongue without the use of his hands. It makes his pride swell when you run your fingers in his hair as he provides tentative kitten licks to your overstimulated bud.

“You’re so good for me honey,” you say after you find your voice. Your arms reach for him down on his knees, needy to feel his skin on yours following your intense climax. You tug his lumbering body on top of yours, caressing the smooth skin of his large biceps.

It may seem like he’s watching you with an expressionless stare but really you light his every nerve ending on fire, setting off hundreds of reactions and inappropriate thoughts with your every move. He shudders feeling your fingertips graze his clavicle. “You like when I touch you like this, right Rin?” He can barely hold himself steady above you when your legs wrap around his torso and your small hands glide down his toned chest. You swear you heard his breath hitch as you outline his abs with your fingers and grind against his hardening cock.

“Mhhm,” he groans as you kiss his neck, pulling him further into you with your thighs. Despite his aloof and unkind demeanor, Rin soaks up any positive attention you give him. A reaction between the needy and the giving.

“There’s that pleased sigh, relax lovie,” you breathe into his ear as your hands explore his bare back. Rin’s balls pulse uncomfortably with every saccharin laced word and every stupid rhyming nickname that leaves your puffy lips. Fuck, he needs you bad, all his sorrow and frustration melted away by your mere praise and attention.

But you’re quicker to act than he is, freeing his long needy dick from his boxers, lining it up with your entrance as you lay back. Somehow you always know exactly what he needs before he even says it, it gets him so hot and bothered to be desired like this. “Give it to me, I want you Rin,” you say pressing his fleshy pink tip to your cunts entrance.

Logic can’t help him, not when your hot, tight, wet body was sprawled out begging to get fucked by him. All thoughts of his loss, teammates, and game leave his mind as soon as your gummy walls gripped his cock.

“You’re squeezing baby, relax,” he reminds you in an even tone while thumbing your clit. Things tend to get tight if he doesn’t finger you, just a byproduct of his impressive length. His instincts tell him to slam into you again and again till he loses sense of himself but you seem to have other plans.

“How can I when your cock feels this good, like it was made for me.” Rin whines at your sultry tone, twitching inside you in an effort to not let your dirty words get the better of him. “Quit,” he warns with a particularly hard thrust that has your teeth chattering.

“I can take it,” you tell him confidently, locking eyes with him in a challenge before you stare at his lips. You’re so avaricious over him it drives him crazy, how could he deny you?

That’s why he’ll drag his hips in and out of your cunt, indenting your body into the mattress below with each thwap of his hips against your bare ass. He’s to shy to admit how fucking good it feels so he’ll bury his face in your chest or neck to suppress his noises.

It feels like all you can do is hang on to him as he holds your waist firmly and his strong hips piston in n’ out of you; drilling your rigid form into the opposingly soft sheets. “So full Rin,” you’re blissed out from the rate at which he slams himself inside you, causing tears to prick at the corners of your eyes as your voice begins to slur from pleasure.

He doesn’t mean to, he swears he would never be so rough with your body; but he can’t help it. You’re beautiful, you’re praising him, andddd he’s utterly weak for how creamy your walls feel as he fucks you like a dog.

In his trance like state he apologizes before pushing your knees to your head, spreading you impossibly wider for him so he can feel you that much closer. The intimacy of his need makes you feel warm from the tips of your toes up; you feel yourself threatening to cum.

“Not yet, I’m not done with you.” He says, groaning as he sheaths his length in your walls, base to tip. Every whimper and thrust from him makes you cry out, but he can’t stop. Not when he’s so tantalizingly close to cumming his brains out, so he’ll apologize again and again as he bullies all mean 8 inches where no one else can claim you.

You can’t hold it, releasing all over him in slurs of ‘I love you Rin’ and ‘ah! Don’t stop.’ Seeing you at your highest satisfaction makes his toes curl and with a mere sloppy 3 thrusts, he’s pulling out to cum all over your pussy, admiring how it pools down to your slit. “I’m sorry baby, fuck— ew. Let me clean you up.”

When he returns to you with a wet rag it’s silent as he climbs back into bed. Wiping the mark of his filthy desires from the insides of your legs while you pet his head. “You made me feel .. unbelievable,” you say trying to meet his gaze, not yet done praising him for a job well done.

“I don’t need your pity, shut up and let me clean you.” There’s no bite in his voice, no sarcasm nor malice. Once he’s done he returns to his previous position, laying his head in your lap as you sit in comfortable silence. His thumb rubs appreciative circles in your skin as a way of verbalizing his love for you, it’s only thanks to you that he was able to ground himself.

[pranabefall]

✸ — MISC NOTICE. ; minors dni. sentinel ! jing yuan x guide reader. a silly blurb for the most part. follows guideverse au concepts and such. yandere warning, i plan on expanding this into a proper oneshot soon enough XD. not edited!!!

it's your boss who issues the final warning after the third turn down. he'd given you a stern talking to, another chance and that repeated statement wedged into your head with corporate manuals and the like.

he's important, he tells you furiously. you can't just turn away from him when he comes to you...and he asks for you specifically. specifically, because he plays games you can't quite understand and inlays his conversations with double meanings and jokes you catch him chuckling over.

you don't know if you want to laugh or cry at the ridicule, at his persistence. but you kept quiet and collected your dues, silently letting yourself into his home after he summons you again.

your coworkers tell you you're thinking too much. the general is a kind man. the twisted do not hand feed finches and let cats nap on their knee. and yet you doubt. you doubt, doubt, keep doubting like it's the air you breathe, like every flex to his arm and every shift of his body is a trap.

( the general is a kind man. yet he does not feel any safer.

most sentinels, to you do not. )

one of his retainers points you to the gardens, and you find him seated beneath tree-cover, mulling over an unfinished chess game and the lack of an opponent. you don't think you could slip away at this point. you don't think you should.

his shoulders are hunched and his cheeks sallow, but he still holds that cheeky light in his eyes. annoyingly handsome. cloyingly so, in ways that make your stomach turn. and those eyes meet yours, and that smile filters through. you freeze and tell yourself not to run.

( that's not hunger you see there, you tell yourself. it's not. )

"good morning." he greets, patting the space beside him. "it's been quite some time, yes?"

you swallow. "yes." you nod, taking your seat just a little ways off. jing yuan looks amused. "it's best we get this session over with. i hope you don't mind general."

his eyelids droop and a languid tremor starts up in the depth of his chest. "mh. you're in that much of a hurry?" he half teases, holding his hand out. "i'd hoped you'd stay for some tea. it's a new brew master du has taken a liking to."

"i'm afraid i cannot linger." you repeat, a little firmer this time. you reach into that plunging darkness, tugging away the corruption that clings to his being with the finesse of threading a needle. guiding was almost second nature at this point, a mindless thing, a near instinct. and jing yuan had much to undo and unravel and pull out.

jing yuan exhales. it's long, deep, relieved almost, scraping to the borders of euphoric. you keep tugging. he lets himself pull into you, his warmth grazing against the apple of your cheek.

"it's taking longer than it should." you choke.

"is it?"

you try not to let the fear in. "sorry." you whisper. it's always like this. jing yuan's unsaid insistence, the desperation buzzing beneath his skin, the almost touches.

it's taking longer to unwind the wringing tendril, nick away at the emptiness and fill it up with something.

he has your left hand press up into his cheek. you want to snatch it back. the corruption comes undone easier though, so you let it stay there, let him touch you a little more than he should. jing yuan seems satisfied with this.

"much better, right?" he chuckles. the pads of his fingers press just above your pulse, taking in the quick paced beat. jing yuan stares long and hard at you.

you still want to run.

"you could say that..." you shove that urge back, lock it away, tell it it's not welcome. better this than feeling those hands elsewhere. the crawling terror may persist, but jing yuan wouldn't hurt you that way.

( "stay a little longer." he mumbles into your palm. "you seem so tired. did you have another long day?" )

...you hope he won't.

[kaywritessometimes]

Flowers and Skulls

Ghost x civilian reader one shot (maybe there will be a part 2?)

word count: 1892

Tw: drinking, military, Smoking, I'm pretty sure that's it

This is my first time writing for Call of Duty and Ghost so please if you have any suggestions please let me know. It would be super helpful. Anyway thank you for reading and enjoy<3

The beating of the loud dance music makes your head vibrate as you lean against one of the walls in the nightclub away from all the loud sweaty people crowded together dancing and having a good time. You don't know how your friends managed to get you here dressed in a tight short black dress that you have to pull down every few minutes. There are Waitresses dressed skimpily with glowing trays of drinks or carrying empty bottles and glasses back to the bar. One passes you and you graciously take a tall glass you assume is filled with wine and slip her a 10 dollar bill. This really isn't your scene. The loud music makes your head pound and the flashing lights nearly blind you every few seconds. 

So instead of joining your friends you choose to observe. Watching people has always been interesting to you. Watching people's habits and how they react to things was always intriguing and entertaining. 

Your eyes drift to the bar. There are Bartenders rushing to keep up with orders and handing the beautiful waitresses trays and trays of drinks. Behind the bar there are Bottles of alcohol lining a mirrored wall and bins with lemon and lime wedges, cherries, and other garnishes are filled to the brim. On the bar there were multi Colored straws, empty beer cans and bottles, sprayers and beer taps strewn about.

Eyes drifting to the end of the bar, a row of shot glasses are being filled one by one by a handsome buff bartender in a simple unbuttoned vest showing off a row of abs. You mentally roll your eyes and look at the women drooling over the man once he finishes pouring the row of shots. 

Your eyes moved towards a neon sign that reads RESTROOMS in bright red cursive lettering. Then 100 ft away from that you see the red EXIT sign hanging from the ceiling. You stand up grabbing your small clutch bag and downing your drink you make your way to the door. Pushing past sweaty bodies and drunk men and women. You finally make your way to the hallway that muffled the loud bumping music and strobe lights and exit through the doors. A lineup of club-goers are waiting to get inside and cabs are dropping people off at the curb. You walk down the steps using the railing to stop yourself from falling due to the tall uncomfortable heels that you are wearing. When you make your way to the sidewalk you wave goodbye to the beefy bouncers checking IDs and turning people away and a girl stamping hands with the club logo and collecting the cover charges to let people in. 

You make your way to the end of the building and lean against it grabbing your bag and pulling out a cigarette and lighter. Once you light the cigarette you take a long drag and flick off the ash left at the end. You were taking in the sight of drunken people stumbling into cabs and getting driven away. You take out your phone with the cigarette held between your pink tinted lips. You look at the time. It's almost 2 am. You slip your phone back into the small bag and take another long drag of the cigarette. You lean your head back onto the brick building with your eyes closed. Suddenly you sense a presence looming over you. 

“You got a light?” a deep british voice that is slightly muffled asks you. 

You open your eyes and you are faced with a tall man. You can tell he's ripped just by how tight the hoodie hugs his chest and arms. You look up seeing a masked covered face with a skull on it and meeting his dark eyes that are framed with thick blonde eyelashes. 

“Oh uh yeah sure here.” Quickly grabbing your bag that hangs by your side handing him the engraved zippo lighter you previously used to light your own cigarette.

He takes it and studies it for a second, his eyes crinkle in what you assume is a light smile. “Flowers and Skulls huh?” He laughs lightly before flicking it open and observing the flame and lighting his cigarette and handing the lighter back to you for a second your fingers graze his large calloused hands. 

“Yeah it was a gift.” you say lightly while putting the lighter away. You take the last few drags to your smoke before dropping it to the ground and snuffing it out with your heeled foot. The tall man settles next to you leaning on the building with you.

You glance up at him needing to crane your neck up just to meet his gaze and watch him roll up the mask he is wearing to take a drag of his cigarette. 

“You have a staring problem kid?” he asks sharply, his thick accent tells you he's not from around here. He looks down at you, his dark eyes narrowing at you. 

“No, just observing.” you say quietly keeping his gaze. “military?” you ask, eyes flicking down to his neck.

A quick flash of confusion comes across his eyes before he speaks. “How did you know?” he asks, now facing you, his shoulder leaning on the building.

“One, I saw your dog tags, and two I saw you and your buddies at the bar. The guy with the mohawk is really loud.” You state with a smile. Your voice is low and filled with sarcasm.

“You're a watcher, hm?” he says while tilting his head. 

“Yeah I guess you can say that. People are pretty entertaining when you find the right ones to observe.” You're facing him now, a light smile graces your painted lips. “ What's your name?” you ask head tilted in curiosity. 

He lets out a low hum before another smile is seen through the crinkle in his eyes and the movement in his mask. “You can call me Ghost. You wanna get something to eat?” he asks looking into your eyes. 

You look at him and then to the entrance of the club “ I-I'm not sure. I have friends there. I don't want them worried about where I am-” you stop yourself and look into his eyes seeing a hint of disappointment and shake your head and take out your phone typing quickly then put it away. “You know what, yeah let's go.” you say “I texted them. I’m sure they'll be fine without me.” you look up at him and he knods turning and waiting for you to walk up beside him and you both make your way down the sidewalk. You had told him your name as you both walked. He slowed his strides down some so you could keep up due to his long legs. It's a quiet walk, you both falling into a comfortable silence. Until he breaks it.

“So what do you do? Are you in the military?” he asks, looking down at you with his hands in his pockets. 

“Oh, Me? No, I just work at a small cafe like 4 blocks away from here.” You say pointing down a street at the corner you both stand on while waiting for a car to drive by. 

He chuckles lightly looking down at you again “Wow you could have fooled me.” He says making sure he is on the outside of the sidewalk near the road. 

You rub the back of your neck slightly “Yeah- Wait where are we going?” you finally realise you hadn't asked where you were going and looked up at him while he speaks.

He laughs and nods his head towards a small restaurant that looks italian. “Right here it's small and quiet.” He grabs your hand as you cross the street. You weren't expecting it. Blush spreads across your cheeks as you look at his hand that holds yours. His hoodie sleeve is pulled up slightly and you see the dark tattoos that grace his skin. Once you both cross the street he opens the door a small bell dings as you both enter. He guides you towards a small table in the corner of the small building. He takes the seat facing the door while you sit right across from him. 

You look around at the place, it's quaint but has a certain charm about it. 

“So what brings you to the city? As far as I know there's not a base near here.” you ask. Your hands are neatly tucked into your lap as you look at him, your wide eyes filled with curiosity. 

He looks at you and sighs “Just finished a mission and everyone is celebrating. My team dragged me out here. What's someone like you out at the club? You get dragged out here too?” he asks, his voice filled with amusement. His hands clasped together and forearms set on the table. 

You laugh rolling your eyes. “Oh really how did you know,” you laugh resting your elbow on the table and hand resting under your chin. “Yeah the club really isn't my thing. My work friends said I needed to get out more and dragged me out here.” 

He laughs with you. Your eyes look down to his hands again looking at the tattoos peeking out from under his sleeves. A smile graces your face as you lightly grab his hand and trace what is visible of his tattoo and as you look closer you see several scars that are painted across his skin. You chose not to mention the scars. 

“I like your tattoos, they are pretty.” you say still tracing the tattoo. He looks up at you, you caught him off guard. He quickly recovers and pulls up his sleeve to reveal his whole forearm covered in dark ink that is intricately carved into his skin. 

“Yeah do you have any?” He asks, looking at your face studying it. 

“Yeah only one.” you say still mesmerized by his tattoos. “It's a flower.” you say a light smile on your face. He could have guessed that you seem like that type. He thinks it's adorable but didn't say it out loud. 

Quickly you pull away. “Oh crap wait what time is it” you say as you pull your phone out of your bag. Shit its 3am. “Dammit, I need to get home. I'm so sorry. Here wait.” you grab a pen and napkin and write your number on it. “Call me and we can pick this up another time I promise.” you say looking at his eyes and handing him your number. He grabs it and looks at you.

“Okay make sure you get home safe i'll text you.” he says before you give him a smile and a wave before fast walking out of the restaurant. 

He is left there lost in his thoughts. He already missed your touch which was crazy. He had just met you but you seemed so pure and genuine which was rare to come by nowadays. He wasn't acting like himself and he knew it. when checking his phone. He saw 6 missed calls from his team. “Christ I really am going to need another drink.” he mumbles under his breath before looking at the napkin in his hand and putting the number in his phone and walking out of the quaint little restaurant. 

[thranduel]

bg3 is getting popular and the fandom is getting bigger so i’m just gonna say this now lol

i’m already waiting for the astarion hate to begin just because he’s a popular character and the internet always gets mad when someone gets popular lol :/ “he’s so overrated!!!!”, “he’s not even that good”, “he’s horrible and mean”, blah blah blah. he’s a well-written and very complex fictional character with an incredibly talented voice actor that most of us have been excited to see in the full game for the past 3 years. people are allowed to like him. he’s popular for many reasons, not just “wow handsome vampire”. his character tropes are also very popular in fiction and people tend to get drawn to characters like him because they’re interesting, have deep backstories and we want to see redemption arcs. enemies to friends + enemies to lovers are also some of the most well-loved tropes. characters being loved and popular is NOT a bad thing and i don’t know why people get so bitter about it. and fyi this isn’t about people who simply don’t like him for their own reasons, i understand why he might not be everyone’s cup of tea and that’s totally valid, it’s more about people who only randomly started to hate him just because he’s popular

it kinda reminds me of when the internet turned on eddie munson from stranger things. i still can’t get over how everyone immediately switched up on him and hopped on the hate bandwagon just because he became popular. and then it became “trendy” to hate him. people who previously liked him when volume 1 came out totally changed and then started picking out every tiny little flaw just to hate on him. i used to see edits of him everywhere and then it turned into calling him cringe and making fun of anyone who liked him. even cosplayers got hated on and bullied for… having fun? like yeah you might find some things cringe but the way the entire internet bullied these people and enjoyed laughing at them was SO weird to me

again, it’s totally fine for people to dislike certain characters and have their own opinions. but ONLY hating on them just because they’re popular and then trying to guilt trip/make people feel like idiots for liking them is so weird

[screampied]

‘ MAKE ME JUNO! 𝜗𝜚

𓉸ྀི sum. when he’s just so fine that you’d let him make you juno . . you know. toji, sukuna, choso, geto, gojo.

warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, baby fever, breedīng kinks, wife! reader, talks of pregnancy, size kinks, manhandling, praise, overstim, toy usage, bōob fondling, impact play, spīt, true form! sukuna, tummy bulges, multiple rounds, squīrting, degredation, talking through it.

➤ kinktober mlist.

☠︎ SUGURU GETO.

“a baby, huh?” geto whispers as he allows his dark irises to maunder down your body. even as you’re dumbed down from his dick, you looked so effortlessly pretty – sprawled all out on the velvet–red sheets and folded out up like a chair. geto’s warm body was so close up against yours while his weight’s just hovering over your frame. as his cock’s stilled tucked inside, he pants heavily, pausing his rigid thrusts. you let off a soft whimper as your body acclimatizes against the lewd angle—he’s got you in a mating press and you’ve never felt more stuffed. with shallow airy breaths, geto licks a long stripe near your neck. “ ‘s that what you really want, sweetheart? a pretty round tummy jus’ for me to see?”

gazing into his dark half-open eyes, your weak arms sling over his tense shoulders. “y- yes, gimme a baby sugu,” and he leans into your soft touch once he sees you twirling a long strand of his black hair around your finger. with an impish yet needy expression, you lean into his ear, whispering, “make me a mommy, suguru. please.”

and that’s all he needed to hear — because within seconds, he’s got you flipped over, face smushed into the pillows and ass right perked up . . just for him.

“alright, princess. don’t say i didn’t warn ya, heh.”

whenever geto’s got you in doggystyle—you just knew you were gonna be stuffed full. to the brim, and saying that his hips were mean and ruthless was nothing more than an understatement. each smack and whack against both pounds of skin rings through your ears as your cheek shoves itself into the plush covered pillows. “fuh—fuck!” you’d squeal, gasping at the curve of his cock and how it punctuate every thrust. with ease, he’s just rummaging through your cunt while his hilt presses up against your ass.

wanton whimpers glissade past your glossed lips as he’s got a big hand clasping onto your right ass cheek, another on your rickety unsteady hip. back and forth, back and forth—he’s reeling you back into him while your moans ring across the paper thin walls. “that’s it pretty girl. hng, take it,” he huffs in a raspy tone, feeling the hard mighty clashes of both hips slam into each other at full speed. a collision, he’s plummeting his cock into you so deep that your knees were already starting to buckle. a hand wraps around your neck, giving you a soft teasing pull backwards. “fuck, drenchin’ me so good. my own personal waterpark.”

“sugu—suguruuu,” you whine in broken sobs, drooling from the thick stretch of his cock. geto’s flushed crown repeatedly jackhammers itself against your precious g-spot. every few seconds, you’re letting off cute cacophonies of ‘ahhh’s’ and ‘oooh’s’ whilst you’re trying to keep up with his ravaging pace. geto grunts, feeling you soak around him as a lightning shaped vein that runs down his weighty shaft tickles you from the inside. “fuuuck, fuck me,” and you sound like a broken record.

“less talkin’ more hah.. taking,” and you whimper the second his hand swats against your ass. geto’s dick massages your walls so throughly that it’s got your eyes flickering backward within an instant. as he’s seducing you with just his tip that’s curling figure eights inside and out of your pussy — you’re seeing nothing but white, nearly choking on your own drool. “much better,” he grunts, reeling you further back into his honed hips. “gonna make you the prettiest mommy for me, sweet girl. all mine, all. fuckin’.. mine.”

each thrust makes you yelp out a sweet moan. every hurried thrust from geto was so so sloppy that you could almost taste each mouth-watering hit that mercilessly smacks against your core..

geto’s still got two callused hands attached to both sides of your waist as he’s pumping you full of cock. the bending hook of his crownhead splits inside of you and you’re whimpering, swallowing your pity while clinging onto the balled up bedsheets. “cum, ngh, cum inside, sugu.”

“quiet, baby. you’ll get your turn to talk,” he purrs in a low voice, spanking your ass for the nth time. you get the memo, and a moan shortly follows once your cunt loudly squelches out a cute sloppy sentence of its own. geto groans, feeling himself leisurely going toward inevitable rapture. it’s a sensitive sting that pulses straight down his thighs but he can’t stop. not when you’re clinging around his cock this good. “hah, fuck. leave it to y’r pussy to talk back when i tell you to be quiet, sweetheart,” he snickers, and you moan once he drags a thumb down your sobbing glossed slit. so drenched—and not before long, geto’s cumming too .. hard.

thick goopy ropes spray inside of you, shooting deep into your womb and it’s hot. your legs can’t help but shudder as you’re lazily arched over, feeling the stings still linger against your ass even after he’s caressing a palm over your bare skin.

“f.. fuck,” you whine out, feeling your hips grind back into him while he’s slowing down. geto groans, and it’s so much—satiny remnants of sleek cum dribble out of your pudgy folds as he’s plugging you in and he can’t help but stare. such a pretty sight. but as you’re panting, trying to catch your breath, geto watches as you try to reach down between your legs.

as a hand creeps down between your thighs, you moan, trying to touch the drooling mess that’s oozing between your own sticky legs—all until your hand’s met with a rude ‘smack!’ that snatches out a sweet surprised mewl from you.

“ah, ah, girl,” geto tsks, shaking his head as a cunning grin spreads against his lips. as sweat pours down each side of his face, he pushes you further into the velveteen-covered pillows. “no touchin’ my pussy. you should know that by now,” and you could still feel him dumping such wads of cum inside of you. the thought of carrying geto’s baby made you throb—and you only wanted more by the second. he leans all the way in, making his pelvis glue against yours before he softly nips near your neck.

“ ‘m not done though, princess,” he huffs and you gasp once he flips you over, gazing at the masses of cum that drizzles down the crevices of your thighs. “still got so much more love to give,” and he leans in to playfully bite your lip. “sloppy girl.”

☠︎ TOJI FUSHIGURO.

“y’er baby fever’s actin’ up again, isn’t it, babygirl,” toji snickers, staring at your bare perked ass.

you’re still panting heavily—feeling the sticky mess dribble down between the corners of your thighs. he’d just came so much inside, and his favorite thing to do afterwards was to admire his handiwork. with a sly grin indenting across his scarred lips, he smears a thumb down your weeping cunt. “got some nerve askin’ for another baby,” and you moan once he gives your tender clit a light pinch. “heh, not that i’d mind..”

with dark bangs running down his eyes, he glances at your sopping cunt that’s continue to drip out remnants of his feverish hot cum. wads of it – velvety ribbons pour out of you and all you do is just sit there with that same dick-drunk expression, trying to chase after your own breaths. “f.. fuck,” you moan out, whimpering the second you feel his thick cock gradually pull its way out of you. once his reddened tip exits out of your pussy with a loud sloppy ‘pop’, you feel that familiar seizing in your stomach starting to commence.

“whaaat a fuckin’ mess,” he gruffs, and within a second, toji’s got you turned over. toji always treated you like a doll in bed – literally. to be more specific, a rag doll. he’d toss and turn you all around, fucking you in any and every position possible if it meant filling you up with ropes ‘n ropes of his hot sticky cum. as he starts to realign himself again, he wraps a hand around his hardened twitching shaft, pumping it a few times. a long vein prods against his sweaty palm and he groans, watching you lie there so pretty, oozing out his cum with your legs sprawled open. “fuck, touch y’rself for me, baby girl. stick those cute fingers inside.”

“but—”

“stick ‘em in,” he repeats, playfully smacking his tip against your soddened folds. you whimper, feeling his fat cock graze against your tender flesh. you wanted him to finish fucking you, and toji always did this—teasing you randomly, getting off to that little pout that forms across your lips and the whine that drags out your throat whenever you don’t get your way. he presses his perfectly chiseled chest against yours before whispering hoarsely. “tch. can’t hear all of a sudden, mama? i gotta do it for you?”

“want your cock, not my fingers,” you chastise in a cute whine, leaning in to press a wet kiss against his scarred lips. toji darkly chortles, grabbing your wrist and making you feel against your sopping cunt anyway. “ngh, fuck toji,” you moan, shuddering as he guides your own fingers against your clit that’s spitting out such satiny volumes of cum. you’re lying in a puddle of your own mess, feeling his thick fingers glide down against yours. “mmh, touch me more, toji.”

with an eye roll, he slowly pins your wrists over your head, inching his head closer toward your lips. verdant eyes meet yours and he scoffs.

“shouldn’t do shit,” and he cockily hums, seeing your lips twitch once he’s only millimeters apart from shoving his tongue down your throat. you could smell the malt of beer on his breath. you whine, thinking he was about to kiss you but instead, he laughs right against your lips. “baby, you told me ‘ta give you a baby. now y’r just bein’ greedy.”

and as he continues to rub his leaky tip against your slit that’s overflowed with piles of his hot cum, he presses a kiss toward the corner of your lips. “heh, oh my. so damn cute when my wife’s angry,” he pokes fun at the pout that’s marinating against your features.

despite how you were filled to the very brim with such filthy ropes of cum—you were still aching for him to finish but toji just had to continue to be a mere tease. with a wry expression, he finally prepares himself to go back in before speaking in a husky tone. “mhm, fine,” and he rubs a big hand over your tummy, hearing you softly moan once he uses a palm to press down just a bit.

“let’s get this pretty tummy nice ‘n round again, yeah?”

☠︎ SATORU GOJO.

“oh… oh,” satoru lets off a sheepish chortle, cupping a fat piece of your ass with the palm of his hand. “you’re serious, angel?”

“yeah,” you whine, snaking your legs around his slim waist. satoru’s staring at you with wide cerulean eyes, a curving slick grin forming against his lips. he’d just got back from jujutsu tech—and he said he needed a long hot shower after dealing with tiresome enemies all day but you couldn’t wait – you needed him. you practically pounced on him the second he walked through the door, not that he even minded. satoru groans as his hardened cock digs such fat inches inside of your clingy stretchy cunt as he stills his weight. “please, ‘toru,” a soft babbling whimper leaves from your lips, and you grab his hand, making him tender rubs circle against your bare tummy. “i want a baby, now.”

with a cheeky chortle, he plants a kiss against your pouty twitching lips. “like .. now now?” and he watches as your pout grows. an almost scowl and it’s just adorable—he was always one to joke with you, even while being in between your legs. “heh, alright sweet thing. i gotcha, let’s give you that baby, huh?”

with half-lidded eyes, you watch as satoru picks up the active vibrating wand from before that was rubbing up against your sopping cunt just a few seconds ago. with ease, he’s coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of you, relishing in the sloshing sounds of your pussy from each individual thrust.

“ngh, c’mon baby, want ya ‘ta get nice ‘n soaked for me,” he purrs, and as he’s still inside, gradually moving the wand up and down your sopping entrance—a milky dried up ring coated around his hefty base. you’re sticking against him so good, lathering his base with your syrupy sap before he groans. “c’mon, let me here ya.”

“sato—”

“not you, silly,” he gently flicks your forehead, guiding the rubber tip further up against the top part of your cunt. its gyrating vibrations were enough to almost cause your legs to collapse. he’s thick, stuffing you again and again with constant sloppy inches until the skin slapping against both bodies gives you whiplash—again. “i was talkin’ to my other pretty girl,” and as his crystalline-colored eyes flicker further down towards your plugged dampened entrance, he swipes a thumb down your fluttering clit. a ‘pop’ leaves out of you once he slams his hips right into you, causing you to loudly squelch, soaking his entire dick in the princess. “fuck yeah, i know, i hear you,” he grunts, feeling his shaft twitching inside of you just from hearing how wet you were. satoru’s eyes still fixate at your pussy before he gives it a playful smack. “isn’t that right, princess?”

you moan—throbbing even quicker as his eyes were solely focused on your cunt, not you. like always, it caught his attention and he continues to rub the toy up and down your plushy folds, ogling as your legs shake and writhe underneath him. “toru, fuck,” you squeak, feeling the bed rigorously shake underneath you both. you wouldn’t be surprised if the hinges suddenly snapped, calling its quits. “ ‘m gonna cum,” and your voice was quiet. slowly but surely—he’s molding a little bulge from the size of his cock as he’s plummeting you deep, driving in and out and showing no signs of running out of fuel. “fuuuck!”

“i know, i know,” and his body’s so hot as it presses into you. his heat makes you hot, and you run a hand down his clenched abs, rocking into him at a much more quickened pace. raucous groans and moans fill the room as his sweat sticks against your bare skin. as satoru’s rutting into you, soft whines leaving from his lips whilst the toy hidden between your jerking legs buzzes even louder. “hng, me too. ‘m gonna give you such a good fill, baby,” but as he watches your jaw slowly sag open, he gives you a hot open-mouthed kiss. it’s sloppy, and you can’t help but moan into his mouth as his tongue tries to twist around yours. breathlessly, he’d pull away, licking near the bottom of your chin. “but you’d like that, huh? you’d like walkin’ around bein’ my pretty pregnant wife, yeah?”

“y- yesss,” you hiss, dragging out your words as his crazed tip whacks itself against your sensitive spot. again, again, and again—he’s hitting against that same spot as if it were a target. bullseye every time, and satoru gojo never ever misses. his frantic hits against your core causes your toes to curl and your back to arch even further as you’re slowly being brought closer to your orgasmic, teetering edge. “ ‘m cumming, cumming.”

once your release comes—it felt like heaven. you fall back as he’s still on top of you, trailing a slick tongue down your neck as you’re coming undone. you whine loudly and it’s an almost scream that strains your chords as his dick pulses inside of your gummy walls. “fuckin’ shit,” satoru sucks his teeth, and he finishes right with you. you’re staring at him with murky dilated pupils, clinging onto his pale shoulders right as he suddenly grows limp. “fuck,” and he grows quiet, hearing the filthy sounds of his own cum trickle its way inside of you. a lot dribbles in within a matter of seconds—reaching near the barrier of your womb with just a few sprays and you’ve never felt more full ‘n hot inside. “that’s it, wifey. take it, saved all of this j.. just for you, shit.”

loads of his cum swash around inside of your convulsing cunt as he then removed the toy from between your thighs, lying on top of you. white strands glisten against his forehead, his sweat being practically adhesive, satoru was panting just as much as you, and he leans against your chest, giving your breasts individual kisses. “s- satoru,” you whine, feeling his bucked hips give you those weak finalized thrusts. a lot spills out of you, racing down your thighs and you nibble underneath his lip. “fuck, ‘m so full.”

“bet you are,” he replies, running a clawing hand through his hair as he pivots his hips forward just a bit for the last time. you feel the extending stretch of his cock grow inside of you—and it’s enough to make your mouth water. satoru’s got heart eyes forming the more he stares at your fucked out state, and he cups your cheek. “h- heh, we should start thinkin’ of names,” and you moan once he pulls out, swiping his fat thumb against your sopping running cunt that’s oozing with his cum. “mommy..”

☠︎ CHOSO KAMO.

the minute you whine out those words to choso, ‘i want a baby,’ his brain would literally short circuit. choso’s always had a major breeding kink, and so did you.

emphasis on major – all he ever wanted to do was to see his pretty girl with a pretty round tummy. the image of it gnawed away at his thoughts and once you finally ask him to give you a baby, he nearly loses it.

“ ‘m gonna .. give you more than one,” he huffs in frantic breaths, both arms pinned at either sides of you. choso’s staring at you with wide carnal eyes, a flushed face, and twitching hot ears. “we’re gonna have so much,” he grunts, buried balls deep inside of you. your legs lock around his waist as he’s pounding you into the mattress—although, choso’s strokes was romantically slow.

he’s hitting you deep each time, and it makes you rub your ankle down his back. a slow moving pattern that makes him groan. “one isn’t enough, n- no,” he rambles, trailing his hands toward your bouncing tits. choso can’t help but imagine how full they’d get - nipples all swollen, the thought alone makes him grunt. “you—we need at least four, y- yeah. four sounds ‘bout right,” and as he’s making his cock french kiss against your throbbing nub, you let off a shrilling moan. choso captures your lips in a needy kiss as your body rocks against him. “you’re gonna make me a daddy, y’know that?”

“i.. i know, baby,” you moan, feeling his loose black strands stick against your forehead. he’s so close—choso’s hips become sloppy within seconds as he’s still got your breasts cupped in his hands. if it was anything choso would fail to do, it would be at keeping his hands to himself. he was madly in love with you, and not just you but your body also.

his favorite body part had to be your tits—he loved sucking on them, gently nibbling against your nipple, or even just resting his head against them. so soft, you were like his own personal pillow. as he’d still relentlessly giving you such thick inches of cock, choso sucks his teeth, feeling your cunt freely glue and constrict around his length. “mmf. that spot, ‘cho,” you whine, hauling your arms over his tense shoulders. “fuck, right there, baby. there.”

“y- yeah?” he moans, your own sweet noises making his dick continue to twitch further inside of you. choso’s kneading your walls as you clamp down on him—making his jaw clench tight. he looks so pretty, and he’s squeezing his eyes shut from how good you feel around him. your hips were just deadly—and the more you pictured about starting a family with choso, the more you throbbed against his fat length. choso huffs, pressing a sloppy kiss near the corner of your mouth—sadly missing your lips from just a few inches.

“hah, gonna be so pretty ‘n plump for me,” and once his tip thrashes against your g-spot, he whines against your neck. “ngh, i’d give you the world if i could. but before that— ‘m gonna give you what you want.. promise.”

choso whimpers, hiding his head between your chest — stuffing his face into your breasts. you giggle as his thrusts start to slow, that throbbing vein that steadily repeats to run down the far left side of his cock pulsating quicker. “ ‘s okay, choso, you can cum. give m- me a baby,” you whisper, feeling him latch his mouth over your perked nipples. every few seconds it pops out of his mouth due to the unsteady movements of both bodies and he pours. choso groans with a growing pout, cupping each tit in your mouth. by now, he’s humping into you as tepid lips of his hold each nipple of yours hostage. his teeth softly graze against your skin and you whimper, feeling your stomach seize. “f- fuck.”

and he’s just so into it that he ends up cumming right as he’s sucking on your breasts. a low gruttural groan comes from him as he starts to flood your womb as both hips continue to clash. choso shudders at the feeling of his orgasmic release—his tip’s a blushing red as his eyes become droopy, whining out a sweet, “f.. fuuuuck.”

the base of his cock’s swollen as it stays idle, spraying balmy ropes into your core. choso’s still sucking on each of your tits, moaning as your fingers tangle within his sable strands and he grunts. “ ‘m cummin’ so much baby, so much for you,” and as you watch his dark brows crease into a furrow, you feel the pit of your tummy coil.

it’s a feeling that tickles inside of you—and he’s buried so deep, overwhelming your cunt with such slimy ropes that end up tearing down your folds. “god,” he moans, and once he removes his wet lips from your nipple, it sounds off a loud ‘pop.’ strings of his saliva follow from your skin and he laps it up, leaning in to give you a quick kiss. “mine,” and choso can’t help but lean into your touch once you cup his face with two shaky hands.

“yours,” you repeat, returning the kiss as your legs trap around his waist. slowly, he’s still rocking into you as his bulbous tip remains to emit out velvety ribbons inside of your pussy. you smell just like choso—his sweet woody smell that clouds your brain, making you throb for even more of him. “all yours, choso.”

with a hand sliding down your chest, past the valley that reaches down to your tummy—he pauses, placing his palm on your stomach. choso whimpers against your lips, giving you one last chaste kiss - and this time, it’s much more passionate and romantic. “this is mine too,” he purrs lowly, gingerly pressing down on your stomach. “all mine.”

☠︎ SUKUNA RYŌMEN.

“tsk. you really shouldn’t say such things,” sukuna grunts, slouching back against his throne. all arms of his wrap around your waist — gazing openly as you’re taking in his thick cock, his second would just be barely brushing up against the valley that runs down your ass. you whimper at his grasp, trying to writhe your hips further into him and you’re met with cold, crimson eyes and a wolffish grin. “look at me in the eyes ‘n repeat to me what you said, woman,” and with a hand gripping your chin, he softly caresses your bottom lip with his sable-colored claw. “speak.”

“i— i need you to get me pregnant, ‘kuna,” you quietly murmur, leaning into his touch.

he’s so thick, you felt his heavy sack rest underneath you as you straddled his lap, the fabric of his cottony kimono brushing against your skin. “you ‘want’? rephrase that, little girl,” and you could already feel the inside of your mouth starting to salivate at just how good he’s stretching you open. you’re gaping—shamefully listening to the sounds of your own cunt’s sloshing squelches ring through the soundproof walls of his domain. sukuna’s giving you a look that makes you pulsate—and he snickers, watching you struggle to maintain direct eye contact. “go on, use those big girl words. jus’ like i taught ya.”

“p.. please,” you moan, feeling his tip curl its way through your gummy walls. sukuna was right at his peak, just a bit of pressure and he’d be filling you up . . but, he wanted to hear those polite words leave from your lips first. as he sits on his throne with that same smug grin, he brings a hand to cling onto your waist. “cum inside, ‘kuna. impregnate me—give me a baby, sukuna.”

grunting once he feels you sitting up, you’re gushing a bit down his length and he feels the slick wetness soak around his hefty length. your lap creates an invisible translucent ring that glistens around his entire base. sukuna rubs a few callused fingers against your wailing pussy before snickering. “keh. foolish woman,” and you whine once he lifts you up with his dick still buried inside. sukuna’s shoved deep inside, churning up your insides wholly and it makes your lips part into a ‘o’. the stretch was loud—so loud that each time he expands through your walls, the squelches that leave from your cunt becomes salaciously repetitive. as the demon’s wearing you out, stretching you thin—pink brows of his furrow in pleasure as his head tilts back. “fuck, better take it then. ‘m gonna give you an extra fill this time.”

your hips were barely moving but still, you couldn’t help but slowly rock against his body. all four arms of his precariously grab and paw at your body, sending you chills at something as simple as his touch. as sukuna’s dick resumes to rummage through your cunt as if it’s searching through every sopping orifice, you feel one of his hands grab at a nice piece of your ass.

“f- fuck, ‘m gonna cum, ‘kuna,” you whine, the snugness of his dick between your walls creating a tender fluttering feeling deep in the pits of your tummy. he’s so deep, and the more you thought about baring his offspring makes you ache and yearn for more. “c.. cumming.”

your orgasm slams into like a truck—it’s unpredictable and at full speed. sukuna growls against your ear, and he ends up finishing at the same time as you. the fervor was almost too much to bare, and he groans at the way your ass sloppily jerks forward into him. steadily, his jutting dick stills inside of you as it’s spraying out thin ribbons of cum – and it’s a lot. as you’re straddling the curse, he digs his claws into your ass, feeling your slobbering-filled cunt clench around him.

“hng, curses,” he grunts lowly, his cock gradually turning flaccid inside of you. it starts to spill down your thighs as runny globs race down the crevices of your legs. you end up moaning, pressing a sloppy kiss against his lips. sukuna’s blood-red eyes roll back but he returns the gesture, allowing you to dip your tongue inside, whimpering inside of his mouth. “horny woman. you must be ovulating again,” he says between kisses, giving your ass one mean smack. the recoil makes him smirk — and you feel the sly crease of his lips against your own form into a wicked smile.

as you remain on his lap, your knees buckle and you’re still feeling sensitive. your thighs shook as you felt tender between your legs. “mmh,” you deepen the kiss, panting heavily against his own frigid breath that sets against your tongue. sukuna holds you close, still feeling spurts of his cum fill into you, all to the brim. “m.. more, ‘kuna,” you whine, breaking away briefly. strands of saliva depart as he stares at you, scoffing as you start to bounce against his lap again. “ ‘s not enough.”

“ ‘not enough,’ she says, tch. never fuckin’ satisfied,” he shakes his head with a coy grin. sukuna’s vermillion eyes flicker down toward your hand that’s reaching for his second cock that’s stacked behind the main one in front. he grunts lowly, and then before he knows it, he’s lightly pushed back against the center of his throne by you. “ughh,” sukuna leans back, looking up at you. “and what’s this?” he stares at you slowly getting up, aligning both of his dicks against your slick oozing entrances. “ah, one isn’t enough, is it greedy girl? you just wanted ‘ta be double stuffed today. ‘s that it?

tempestuously as his front cock continues to disappear inside of your folds—sukuna grunts once you push him back against the cushiony pillow. “eh. the nerve, little one,” and with a wily grin, he watches you align yourself with both leaky cocks. each soddened entrance soaks against your entrances with your slick and you moan, slinging an arm around his broad neck. “fuckin’ brat, mhm.”

as you’re barely even moving a few inches, sukuna snarls loudly the second his flushed tip thrashes by your hole. he’s sensitive, and despite his cocky words he ends up cumming not even a few moments later. sweaty viscous limbs glissade against one another as you gradually grind your hips into him. “f- fuck,” you whine, grabbing a piece of your own ass as you glance down to view the mess. he sprays in a big monstrous load, and it comes out in pretty thick ribbons. when it came to sukuna—he always came a lot, and as your cunt’s twitching around him, he feels your legs nearly giving out. “ ‘s much, ‘kuna.”

“you wanted a baby so ‘m givin’ it to you,” he groans, keen nails softly dragging down the curvature of your waist. sukuna’s throne substantially starts to growl itself due to the pressuring weight stacked upon each other, filling up the domain with its constant creaking. “ugh,” his head tilts back, and he wraps all arms around you. his second cock followed shortly after, spraying right down the valley of your ass. thin stripes of cum droop down the sides of your thighs as you sit up, watching it spill out. “don’t .. give me that look, little girl,” he swallows thickly, watching as you straighten your back — hovering over his drooling tip. “hah, what’s with the smug expression?”

“nothing,” you hum, and even as he’s still cumming, one of his cock’s buried inside just halfway - another grazing against your aching hole, he grunts from your touch. he’s weighty, and his sack hangs low due to how sensitive he was. sukuna was full and swollen—and you could tell that he had so much more to give you. “want more,” you whine, pressing a kiss underneath his crooked mouth. “heh, unless you’re too milked out, big guy.”

sukuna glares at you—but he allows you to have your way on his lap, feeling his other cock brush near the back of your sopping pussy that’s sobbing with such dewy remnants of cum. “horny girl,” he huffs, though if you squinted just enough you could see a little pout forming against his lips.

three out of four burly arms wrap around your torso, pulling you closer and you gasp—hearing your cunt squelch the second he’s aligning his second cock against your sweltering hole. “but fine then. let’s see you take both,” and as sukuna grabs your chin, pressing a wet kiss against your mouth, he whispers hoarsely against your lips. you whimper once he gently presses his claw near the center of your stomach, nibbling at your bottom lip with his fangs.

“won’t be talkin’ for long once i swell up that pretty tummy, little girl.”

[oreo-creampie]

‘‘𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐧’ 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬!”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: demon!choso, choso goes into rut, overstimulation, dacryphilia, pain kink, anal/wrong hole (Gojo’s), pussy drunk, mind broken/dumbification, cervix fuckin, light size kink, hair pulling, spanking/some face slapping (mostly toji’s), biting, exhaustion, praise/degradation, begging/teasing, squirting, some thigh fucking, vibrating dildo, light bondage, on the verge of passing out (Choso’s), daddy(toji)/lil mama, gojo and toji are wearing ghostface masks (separate blurbs), ghostface!toji (morally gray reader), squirting

Oreo: ok so this took forever thank y’all for being patient, rip sukuna he will have his own one shot to shine on where we can get the proper cum shower, it’s the treatment we deserve

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

“Please!” Choso digs his black painted nails into your hips. His eyes roll back as he tilts head back showing off his hickey cover neck. His broad shoulders curl in with a tremble as he sloppily rut his hips fucking his hot thick cum deeper.

Your sloppy cunt squelching and your thighs trembling. Digging your nails into his abs, you keep bouncing yourself on Choso’s fat dick. Feeling his thick veins pulse, his cock head lightly twitches and his moans are getting breathier.

Your cunt clenches his throbbing, sensitive cock when a guttural deep groan of “Fuuuuck lil mama!” slips past his lips.

He’s so damn hot with his flush pink cheeks and his messy dark hair. His smoldering dark brown eyes fixate on your beautiful cunt taking his cock.

Choso slides his large hands up your sides, flipping you over onto his dark bedsheets. Your head hits the pillow and he grabs the head board with one hand, hovering over you.

He fuckin’ smirks, it’s a little upturn of Choso’s soft lips that has you clenching his cock. “Just ‘cause I came doesn’t mean we have to stop right?” He grabs your thigh hooking your leg around his slim waist.

His thrusts are sloppy, slow and deep, a shutter runs down his spine making his hips falter. The wood in his hand creaks and his jaw drops with a low groan.

“Can’t think about anything other than how wet n’ warm you are.” Leaning in for a soft kiss, you wrap both legs around his waist and slip your fingers into his hair.

Your body feels so heavy from exhaustion but you don’t want him to stop. It feels too good to have his warm, heavy body pressing you into the mattress. Whilst his heavy cock fills up your sore, sensitive and soaking wet pussy.

Choso mummers, “You can handle a bit more can’t ya?” Picking up his pace, your body jolts, your cunt spams and your eyes water when his hard cock head hits your bruised cervix.

Seeing the tears Choso softens his thrusts, restraining himself. “I’ve been so rough on her haven’t I? You’ve been doing so well, please let me help you cum one more time, we can do this lil mama.” He begs as if you aren’t fucked too stupid to answer him back.

He pushes your leg by your side and leans back to admire how your soft cunt takes his thick, long cock. Your soft lips wrapping around him, so wet, soft, and slightly swollen. Your beautiful pussy is such a pretty color against the paleness of his cock.

There isn’t an aspect of your body, expression and voice Choso isn’t obsessed with.

Steadily stroking your soft clit with his large thumb. “You look so hot cumming on my cock, please cum one more time?” He lets the headboard go, sliding his large hand over your beautiful body, touching you gently whilst wrecking your pussy.

Grabbing his hard, thick bisceps and digging your nails in whilst crying his name. “Nnnn! Choooohh!” Soaking Choso’s thick cock, your warm thick cum soaks the bed.

Choso’s smoldering dark eyes widen, “Fuuck make a mess on my cock lil that. Fuck I wanna!” His body trembles as he fights not to fuck you harder.

It’s all you can muster to plea, “Harder!” Choso flips you over without sliding out, wrapping his arm around your waist whilst holding onto your hip. Choso lifts you off the bed, holding you to his chest and stroking your clit as he gets off the bed.

He gently reminds you, “Remember to use the safe word if it’s too much.” Holding you by your waist he slowly drags his cock out till his fat head is tugging on your soaking wet cunt.

Choso pulls you back to meet his hard thrusts. Your body jolts as you cry out reach back and grabbing his wrist. “I love how soft, beautiful, wet and warm you are. N’ I can't get enough of hearing you moan, seein’ my cock sink into your cunt, stretching her out.” Choso roughly bounces you on his thick, veiny cock.

He groans, “Your sloppy wet cunt is as loud as are, so messy n’ wet after squirting so hard on my cock. Nnn fuck I’ve missed you so much, not seeing you all day is torture.” He reaching so deep, you swear you’re feeling Choso’s long, thick cock underneath your belly button.

You’re fighting to string a full sentence together in between moans. “It was ooonn’nnn! On-ly seven girl’s houuures Nnn fuck you’re so deep! Fuck!” He presses your face and chest against the wall, keeping your back arches with a hand on your lower back.

Choso leans down groaning in your ear, “I love hearing your creamy cunt talk to me. I think she missed me just as much.” He bites your shoulder softly whilst roughly fucking your creamy cum stuffed cunt, Choso slides his large hand along your arched back grabbing a handful of your hair.

Squeezing your hip, “You look like doll, all fucked out and limp.” Clenching Choso’s cock when he most in your ear. “I know she so sore yet she grippin’ me like she wants me to cum in ya again even though you’ve cummed six times so far.” Your cheeks clap, your cunt squelches and your legs give out the wall and his grasp keeping you upright.

Lifting you off the wall, and turning you around with slipping his cock our. Laying you on your back on the soft bed, “One more time for the last grueling hour I spent alone, even then then I don't want to stop.” Choso folds you into a mating press to watch your sloppy wet cunt take his pale, thick, veiny cock.

Your soft lips look so beautiful covered in thick white cream, a mixture of his and your cum. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, hold on just a little more, I know you’re getting tired. I’ll hold you while you sleep after I cum in you.” Choso softly kisses your forehead.

“She’s getting so tight. I wonder could your sweet lil’ cunt can cum while you’re sleeping.” His eyes shift from violet to a glowing pink. “Fuck!” His body shutters with restraint as he fucks you faster but not harder. “I know you can only handle so much, I should stop soon but-“ your soft cunt spams squeezing Choso and wrecking his train of thought.

You slur together, “don’tstopwanna help-nnnn with yourrr rut.” Thick tears drip down your face as Choso whines, two teeth elongating into sharp fangs.

You tilt your head aside and he kisses your tears off your cheeks. “That’s it beautiful, let it out cry from cumming so hard on my cock.” teeth in. Sweet pain laces in with the intoxicating pleasure of his cock filling your sore, soaking wet cunt.

You can’t move on your own, your body is too heavy. Your eyes won’t say open. He quickly pulls away, licking the blood seeping from the bite. You shiver meekly as he slides his large warm hands down along your waist and hips, grabbing your thighs.

He lifts you off the bed without breaking his rough, quirk pace. You feel weightless in his grasp as he wraps his arm around your waist. Softly laying you in the center of the bed, with your head on a pillow.

Sweetly kissing your cheek, Choso groans, “I’m a nasty pervert, obsessed with your soft thighs, pretty tits and wet cunt. I wanna fuck more cum into you.”

The softness of the pillow beneath your head, the coziness of the bed and the exhaustion from taking Choso’s cock is too much. The last thing you feel is his warm cum as you pass out.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

“Nn! Wrong hole!” It’s too late Satoru is in your ass. It’s a strange but interesting feeling him slip out, tugging on your ass. It’s a mixture of pleasure and pain that you want to explore.

“Wait,” your body burns and you’re grateful you are facing the bed instead of him. “You can fuck my ass.” He roughly smacks your ass, squeezing your sore, jiggly cheek.

“Fuck that sounds so hot, say it again.” He crouches behind you and bites your ass. Slipping two slender fingers into your dripping wet cunt, slowly stroking your g-spot making your legs tremble.

Grabbing his sheets whilst pleading, “I wanna fuck my ass on your cock till I can’t move anymore! You can cum in my ass.” He pumps his fingers faster and groans letting your cheek go.

Satoru licks the imprint his teeth left. “Good lil’ slut.” Slipping his fingers out, you can hear him noisily sucking them clean. Pushing your hips back when he glides his tongue between your lips.

Satoru admits, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about cumming in you since I saw you. I’m not gonna wanna stop with your ass, your cunt is begging for it.” Roughly hitting your sore cheeks with his large palm.

Satoru digs his fingers into your juggling fat. “Hold you wrist behind your back for me to tie together.”

He walks off to get silk ribbon and a vibrator which he holds up to show you. “Something for your clit while I fuck your soft ass into a gapping cum filled mess.” Smirking at you, with his white hair slicked back, a few stands hanging in his blue eyes.

“Let’s get a little kinky.” He looks so beautiful standing there, slim yet muscular build is so well sculpted. You want you run your hands over all of him. But mostly you want his long, pretty cock that stands up eager for attention.

A smile creeps onto your face, “What about some knife play?” He walks over with the silk and toy, setting the latter on the bed. The silence is crushing, making you squirm slightly.

He leans over yo, talking low in your ear, “With the nasty warnings on the smut you read in public told me what type of pervert slut you are.” Tying your wrist behind your back.

“I always wondered if you touch yourself while reading, or if it’s like foreplay before you masturbate?” Biting your shoulderand pinning you still with some of his weight. It feels good to have Satoru’s massive body crushing you into the bed. With his soft warm skin and hard muscules against you.

Taking a moment before you can respond in a steady voice, “Depends on how much the fic makes my pussy throb.” Satoru pulls away to laugh, smacking your pussy, smirking when you jolt.

Satoru goes to get a ghost face mask and knife, “Speaking of fics, one gave me a new kink, I already wear a mask all day so why not switch out what I’m wearing.”

He wiggles the mask, “I remember this one was mentioned in a kinkobter fic. I like having a whole month dedicated to being the biggest whore you can be. That is what it is?” He slips the ghost face mask on.

You decide, “Close enough, please come play with my clit n ass! I wanna be a cock drunk whore, we’re talking too much.” He points the knife at you, wiggling it threateningly then he slips the ghostface mask on.

Grabbing a bottle of lube before walking up behind you. You can hear the bottle open and lube squirt out. Glance over your shoulder to watch Satoru touch himself. He softly ruts his his hips with a soft whine as he swirl his slender fingers over his gorgeous cock.

You didn’t think you could find a cock so damn sexy till you saw Satoru’s. With his soft pink cock head and intimidating length. You know his cock is going to be addicting the l way he could softly stretch and fill you up.

Spreading your legs apart he lines his cock up to give your asshole just the tip. Whilst carefully rubbing your clit with the cool flat of the blade. The scary thrill of the knife near somewhere so sensitive gets your cunt dripping.

He slowly drags the knife along your thigh, grabbing the toy. With a click it springs to life. Satoru glides another inch in as he holds the toy to your clit, swirling it slowly.

Softly rolling his hips giving your sensitive, tight ass more, crooning, “You can handle it, can’t you?” Your jaw drops and your brows furrow as your toes curl.

You unable to answer Satoru, “I-I nnnn! Innnahhh! Satoru!” the strange pleasure of having your ass fucked along with having your clit played with is too much to comprehend.

Crying, “My ass! You’re! Nnn!” Satoru really is fucking your ass! The first time with your long time crush and it’s there! He’s going to be able to cum in you. The second it crosses you’re mind it’s all you can whine.

You’re mindlessly confessing and begging, your eyes stinging. “Please cum in me! I wanna feel your warm cum! I touch myself thinking of what it would be like to feel your cock twitching inside me before you spill. Please!” You sloppy wet cunt is dripping thick creamy slick down to your cock stuffed ass.

Satoru’s low breathy groans are pornagraphic.“I jerked off this morning thinking about seein’ my cum drip out of your pretty cunt.” He swirls the knife around your soft nipple. “The way I want to slut you out, objectify you then treat you like a princess afterwards.”

Rubbing the toy on your clit faster as he goes balls deep. He slides the knife down your stomach, getting off on seeing you squirm. With your breasts pushed in the air by the soft arch in your back.

He groans at the sight of seeing his pale pink cockhead tugging on your asshole. So close to slipping out, rolling his hips, his abs flexing as he drives his cock in deep with a smooth, quick thrust.

Your ass is getting looser taking his cock easier as the tense leaves your body and you melt beneath him. With your eyes watering.

Satoru tosses the knife to the side to stuffs his two slender fingers in. “Keep looking at me like that beautiful n’ find out what happens. Shit, I’ll wash up come back and wreck your soft cunt, fill you up twice.” He curls his fingers, fucking your softly squelching cunt.

Clenching his fingers when he finds that spot that has a overwhelming wave of intense pleasure overcomes you. Making your thighs tremble and your hips jerk back.

Satoru leans down, taking up most of your vision with his ghost face mask and his wide shoulders. “Cum, you can do it, focus on my fingers in your cunt, my cock in your ass and your toy on your clit.” Tears trickle down your face as you squirt on his fingers. Your soft cunt spams, as Satoru keeps his pace and fucks your ass harder.

The way Satoru growls, “Fuck me!” Shouldn’t be so hot in how feral, possessive and needy he sounds. “That it lil mama cry cause I made you squirt too hard, make a fuckin mess and scream my name. Nnnn keep looking at me like that and see what happens.”

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

“I thought no one was home, I only meant to crash on your sofa then dip before sunrise.” Leaning over you, with his large gloved hand splayed on the wall next to you. “You’re not my normal type.” Holding the knife to your cheek.

Your voice trembles, “I know your victim type, I’ve been following along. I-I don’t blame you, what came out about everyone’s whose houses and laptops they’ve searched, is horrific.” You’re tense with anticipation. “There is a guest room, and left over food in the fridge, you can use my shower I’ll stay in the living room.”

“Ha, so you see it my way, they deserved it.” He softly drags the knife along your neck, leaning down invading what little personal space you have left. He’s so close, smelling of thick cigarette smoke and copper.

Glancing from his blood splattered ghost mask, to his large chest, his worn black shirt clinging to his pecs and abs. “Is there anything else you need?” A dark happy trail peaking out the bottom of his shirt catches your attention along with what it leads too. He’s shamelessly hard, his black sweats hiding nothing.

He drags the knife up your neck to your chin, tilting your head up to look at his face. “Depends does that offer have anything to do with the way you’ve been looking at me? If it does ...” He steps back to lean against the back of your sofa. He gestures up and down your body with his knife.

Ordering you. “Take your shirt off, your sexy underwear stays on.” Slipping your shirt and underwear off, he points down at the ground with the knife causing you to kneel at his feet.

Nudging your legs around with his boot, “Hands behind your back, use your hands and I’ll smack you across the face.” Softly dragging the knife along your bottom lip. “Such a pretty mouth, that little tremble in your bottom lip when you’re scared is hot.”

He holds the knife to your throat. “Do I scare you still?”He pushes his sweatpants down, letting his heavy cock hang out. He’s so thick, with two puffy veins and a fat cockhead wet with pre-cum.

“Yes, you could change your mind out of worry of getting caught but I’m too horny to think too logically.” His balls are big and look so damn suckable, looking up at his masked face. “I want you to fuck me like I’mma a slut.” He slips his boot in between your legs, and you cave instantly grinding your clothed cunt on his shoe.

Lifting his shoe adding some pressure to your cunt. “Like?! You’re nothing but a slut, grinding on me you’re no different than a bitch in heat. I’ll stuff your needy cunt n’ depending on how well ya take my cock, you might be mine be my new play thing.”

Setting the knife next to himself, and grabbing a fistful of your hair. “Please I’m so wet cause of you, fold me in two, I don’t care if I walk tomorrow.” He groans grabbing his cock with a gloved hand, lining it up with your parting lips. Gliding his cock in your warm with mouth with a husky groan.

“Fuck this is hot, seeing you hump my boot while I'm fuckin your throat.” His balls hit your chin with each quick, gagging thrust. Whilst his firm grasp on your hair keeps you from moving your head. “For being a honest whore for I’ll make sure you cum.”

Cupping his large balls he pulls his cock out and slaps you. Straightening your face out with your hair. “I warned you, but that did feel nice touch my balls again.” Holding his balls while grinding your hips, rubbing your clit along the smooth leather.

You quickly plead, “Slap me again please.” He softly rubs your sore cheek then lands another sharp, stinging hit. You wince and moan, squeezing his shoe with your thighs.

Mocking you, “Slap me again please! You’re killing me.” Tilting his head to the side, the simple action with his mask on shouldn't turn you on so much.

He roughly pulls your hair and orders, “Keep begging me to hurt and fuck you.”

Stroking his cock next to your face whilst you beg, “Smack my ass till it’s too sore for me to lay on. Please daddy fuck me however you need to.” Pulling you onto your feet by your hair, shoving you over the back of the sofa.

Demanding, “You’re thinking with your pussy aren't you? What am I?” He smacks your clothed cunt with the flat of the blade making you jolt. Hitting your cunt harder with his gloved hand. “Tell me before I stop and go jerk off in the shower.” Slowly dragging the knife along your soft lips. You have to fight every urge to move so the knife doesn't slip.

“Daddy!” Crying as he quickly cuts the back of your thighs, so close to your cunt. Smacking your both cheeks before cutting off your underwear.

Moaning out, “Please lemme have your cock daddy.” Wiggling as he drags the knife along your soft cheek, blood seeping from the shallow cut. His covk throbs with the way you cry and writhe, the sofa and his body trapping you.

Smacking your stinging cheek, you can hear the cocky smirk in his voice. “You need me that badly lil’ mama?” Gliding his wet cock in-between your soft thighs.

Yanking your head back by your hair and leaning over you. “Fucking hell you’re a dirty slut wanting to be fucked by a stranger. Am I that hot, or are you that big of a whore?” His cock rubs yours lips and clit taunting you.

You’re clenching nothing in desperate need to have his fat cock filling, stretching and rubbing your cunt till you cum on him. “I can feel her fluttering, squeezing nothin’ when you could be squeezing my cock.”

Your head is against his chest, his so big. You didn't know his name and haven’t see but it doesn't matter. You want him to bounce you on his cock.

Begging him, “Yes please daddy, I’ll call you whatever you want! You can stop by and use my cunt whenever you want. I need to cum on your big cock.” Squeezing your thighs together and whining in fustration

He lets your hair go to smack your cunt till your desperately twisting your hips away. Crying, your body shutters and your cunt is sharply stinging.

You whine, “You’re so mean!” Your eyes are stinging and his hands are so rough when he grasp your hips. He yanks you into place and lines his cock up, nudging his cock past your lips. Roughly slamming his hips forward whilst yanking your body back.

He rasps, “It’s making you wetter isn’t it?” Choking you with a gloved hand and squeezing your hip. Lifting your off your feet, he’s holding you in the air by your throat and hip, effectively ruining any attempts to run away.

Rhythmically bounce you on his cock, using your pussy like a flesh light. Whilst angrily rutting his hips. It’s like he’s mad at you even though he’s the one who broke into your house.

You’re a dirty slut who folded at the first sight of his broad muscular chest and slutty waist in the clingiest black shirt you’ve ever see. Clenching his cock and biting your bottom lip. It feels good to be a mindless whore if this is what it gets you.

Digging your nails into the sofa when he croons, “What this? You were just begging for me to fuck you. Don’t tell me your lil’ sloppy cunt can’t handle my fat cock?” He relaxes his grasp but ruts into you hard, pouring his frustration into each thrust.

“I can! Fuck me however you want! I don’t care how angry it feels!” He lifts you off the sofa, grabbing your thighs, folding your legs and clasping his large hands behind the back of your neck.

“Angry? I suppose I am n’ it’s fun taking it out on your sloppy cunt. I’m reaching so fuckin deep, you can feel that can’t ya?” He rocks his hips harder bruising your cervix and making your pussy spasm from the intensity.

You can’t think with the way he’s fucking you like he hates you, bullying your sloppy cunt. All you can do is cream on his fat cock. He sneers “Really? You’re cumming that fuckin’ easily?” Your cheeks along with your throat burn.

Unclasping his hand from behind your neck, squeezing your thigh and stroking your clit. “Too stupid to answer already? N’ I just started.” Each stroke from his finger is too much, sending off a firework of intense overstimulating pleasure.

Fat tears roll down your cheek as you babble, “Too much! Toooooo much daddys’ cock ‘s too much! My clit I can’t! I wanna! Don’t stop!” It’s like you can’t come down from the incredible high of cumming.

He grunts, “There we fuckin’ go! Don’t want ya to get all shy n’ quiet on me now after you were humping my boot.” Stroking your clit faster, keeping the pressure the same. “Let’s see how many times I can make you cum in one night before you can’t anymore.”

Oreo m.list

[sugudolle]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ CONTENT ⊹ 18+. ghostface x fem reader. any ghostface with a dick. stalking. knifeplay.

ghostface! mockingly tilting his masked head with his knife still in hand as he watches you in amusement, the pretty girl he’s been chasing, “unfortunately” get stuck under your plushie covered bed in a lewd position mid-chase wearing only your silky nightdress.

ghostface! studying the way your arched back and teasing wiggle of your ass gives him an almost too perfect view of the lacey panties that rest between your soft cheeks and cup your pussy—like you got caught on purpose just to show it off to him—already soaking the fabric with a cute wet spot all for him.

ghostface! easily cutting the sides of the pretty panties you put on just for him with two clean swipes. he roughly slides the fabric off, his whole gloved hand resting against your warm, sloppy cunt as presses his hard dick against the back of your thigh.

“silly girl. i know you watch scary movies because you wanna fuck the killers.”

ghostface! who makes your twisted fantasies come true and fucks you from behind while you’re still half stuck under your bed, his tone turning dark as he drawls on and on about how many times he’s watched you leave your bedroom curtains half closed at night on purpose, how he’s seen you hump your pillow until you’re a sweaty, filthy mess with your makeup running down your cheeks.

“you knew i was watching didn’t you? were you thinking about how much better it’d feel if it was my big cock in your tight little pussy? how nice and deep i’d fuck you?”

ghostface! who takes off his mask for the sole purpose of eating you out, grinning against your pussy knowing that you can’t see him and getting off on the fact that you don’t know who he is but his voice just sounds so familiar as he moans about how sweet you taste, how your pussy’s just so fucking good it’d be a shame to kill you—and how he’d literally kill for it.

ghostface! purring as he picks up the pace, completely drunk on your wet, perfect pussy, about how he’s the only one that gets to have you wrapped around his cock, how good you take it, how he’s the only one who has the privilege to taste you on his lips—how you’re now all his.

“think i’ll be keeping you around, pretty girl.”

[teddybeartoji]

18: mdni; fem!reader

toji fucking you with his fat tip.... 

laid there under him, you can do nothing more than to just let him toy with you – one of his hands is resting on your hip, rubbing circles into your skin with his thumb while the other on his rock hard cock, pumping it at a leisurely pace. he spreads the precum that leaks from his tip and rubs it all over himself and the simple act has you squirming. his scarred lips are pulled into a smirk and his cheeks are adorned with a deep flush, his green eyes now darker than ever as he tries to burn the scene that’s unfolding in front of him into his memory. 

biting down onto your own finger, you try to be patient but it’s so, so hard when he’s looking at you like that. with that hungry look in his eyes. a bead of sweat trickles down the side of his head but he doesn’t bother to wipe it. there are teeth marks all over his neck, hickeys and lipstick stains all blending together into a beautiful masterpiece for him to admire tomorrow morning. 

“c’mon… ”

he meets your pleading gaze and the corners of his lips pull even further back. he tuts under his breath while sliding his cock between your folds, coating it in your slick and mixing it with his precum. “no manners whatsoever… ”

“please.” 

the speed of your answer makes his chest swell with pride. you wriggle your hips in hopes of convincing him to finally put it in, but all he does is give your thigh a squeeze. 

he doesn’t give you what you want, no matter how sweet you sound.

every little sound that tumbles from your wobbling lip goes straight to his cock and toji realizes that this just might be the hardest he’s ever been. his balls are so fucking full and he can’t wait to fill you up like you deserve, but the sight of you being all disheveled and flustered is way too good for him to just fuck you. he needs to push you a little, he needs to play with you a little. 

pressing your hip back into the mattress, toji leans over your body to place a haste kiss to the corner of your lips and chuckles when you chase after him. cute.

with his hand wrapped around his cock, he lines himself up with the entrance of your sopping cunt and takes a mental picture of your face the second he pushes in an inch. the way your back arches off the bed, the way you crane your head back to give him the perfect view of your neck. clutching onto the sheets below you with one hand, you try to even out your breathing. very fucking cute. 

but he presses in only enough to watch your tight little hole to swallow the tip of his cock. 

no more, no less. 

he groans at the way your cunt around him, all desperate and needy, begging for him to push in further. 

“pl– please… ” he feels your fingers wrapping around his wrist, your nails digging into his skin at the immense pleasure running through your body. “more, toji, more.” 

with a smile, he pulls out. 

your eyes shoot open and you raise your head from the pillow, confusion painted all over your pretty face. toji just laughs, his voice raspier than usual.

“you’re so impatient, hm?”

at his teasing tone, you throw your head back again and puff out your chest with a small pout on your lips. “and you’re so fucking mean.”

toji loves it when you bite back. 

so, he grants you another kiss – this time to the joint of your exposed neck, right to your pulse point. his dick ghosts over your clit when he lowers himself down onto you and you let out a hushed little gasp. you tug at the dark hairs at his nape and lean up into him the second you feel his lips against your skin. 

but continuing on with his ‘mean’ streak, he doesn’t stay there for as long as you’d hoped. whining when he pulls back away, you try to keep him there with you with your arms still hooked around his neck. but you’re too weak, already too fucked out from his mind games and it takes almost no effort for him to escape your grasp. the quiet laugh he lets out makes you want to sulk even more, it makes you want to hide under the covers – there’s a witty remark somewhere on your tongue, still finding its way when toji grabs onto your limp hand and brings it to his mouth, only to teasingly bite at your fingers. 

his hips jerk forward as if they have a mind of their own and his dick twitches almost painfully when he sees you jut out your lip; with your eyebrows scrunched and your eyes low, toji compares you to an angry little kitten. he has to fight the urge to bury you below him again, the desire to kiss you all over so strong that he almost forgets his aching cock and his full balls. 

almost. 

“aw�� well, aren’t ya just adorable… ” 

his words come out like a coo and you try to yank your hand out of his grasp but to no avail – he keeps you there, big fingers wrapped tightly around your wrist as he stares at you. it’s hard not to feel shy under his gaze, despite all of the years you’ve spent together, and now he’s not letting you hide away either – completely bare and awaiting, toji can’t help but admire all of you. from your eyes to your neck, from your tits to your now precum coated tummy, he loves everything he’s seeing. he can’t get enough of you— 

of his darling, of his best girl. 

with just one move, toji pushes past your folds again and sinks his leaking tip into the warmth of your cunt once more. you moan in harmony, your voices mingling together as you melt into each other. toji lets your wrist slip from his grasp but he doesn’t let you go entirely – he intertwines your fingers and then rests your linked hands against your middle, smoothly giving himself a bit more leverage to play with you as he wishes while still holding onto you, while still being sweet to you. 

he sucks in a sharp breath when he pulls out and sees your hole clenching around nothing – she weeps for him, she cries for him, pleading for more and more and more. and toji can’t refuse her, he can’t refuse you, so just as before, he pushes in his fat tip and nothing more. 

it’s not enough, but the sensation is something akin to tickling and you can’t ignore the way it’s making you feel. your back arches off the bed again, only for toji to push you back down onto the mattress and there’s this weird pressure growing in your lower tummy even though he’s not even fully in. it feels good and you hate to admit it. you do want more – you want nothing more than for him to just fill you up, to feel his heavy balls against your ass but your thoughts and wishes get all tangled up in your head as he keeps doing it over and over again.

in and out, in and out – toji’s addicted to the way you feel around him. his tip is so fucking sensitive and your tight and warm walls are far from helping him keep his sanity. he listens to you mewl and cry out his name, but he has no intention of stopping this. 

“fuck– ” 

every time he moves, the slick sound coming from where you’re connected reaches your ears and you feel your body burn. it’s filthy, it’s fucking obscene – it’s ridiculous how wet you are from this. you dig your nails into toji’s hand and he raises his gaze from your pussy to look at your face instead. a layer of sheen coats your skin and toji’s tongue darts out to lick over his lips on instinct; 

“does it feel good, baby, hm?” he looks like an animal, feral and hungry, with the way he’s staring at you. grinning widely when you give him a faint nod, he spits down onto your cunt and starts rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb. your eyes roll back into your head and your lips part in a silent moan as the sudden wave of pleasure rips through you. 

it hits you embarrassingly fast and incredibly strong, and toji has to use both of his hands to hold you steady as you squirm under him. his eyes grow wide at the sight of you writhing, amazed that he managed to pull such a reaction with so ‘little’ effort but it’s not like he’s doing any better – as your orgasm takes over your body, you clench around him so hard that toji can’t help but push in another inch. his hips stutter and his teeth sink down into his lips almost hard enough to draw blood. but he doesn’t stop. 

he can’t stop.

so, with the added inch, he fucks you through your high. his thrusts get more desperate, his breathing grows even quicker and he’s left panting like a dog above you. never having let go of your hand, he now presses it into the mattress right next to your head while the other grabs onto your waist – his hold on you is bruising and it feels way too fucking good. 

“wait, toji– i, can’t… ”

suddenly, you feel overwhelmed; with tears brimming at your lash line, you feel the weird band in your stomach tighten and tighten. your words get stuck in your throat as toji sinks further into you, his fat cock bullying its way into your sensitive cunt like it’s made for it. “no– it’s too much!”

toji lets out a breathy chuckle. 

“‘too much’?” he teases while pushing in even deeper. “thought ya wanted more, doll?”

the slick sounds coming from in between you are something out of a porno, filthy and messy, and toji’s obsessed. his own hands shake as he holds himself above you and when he finally feels his thighs ghosting against yours, his lips pull into a wicked grin. 

with one last thrust, toji bottoms out fully and his balls press against your ass just as you dreamed before. you’re sure you can feel him in your fucking lungs and it’s so fucking much. tojo gives your hand a squeeze and rolls his hips into yours before pulling back out and slamming them back down. 

the whole bed shakes under you; the headboard smashes against the wall in the same rhythm as toji pounds into you but you’re already too blissed out to be worrying about the complaints you’ll surely receive in the morning. and it’s not even that he’s fucking you fast – he’s fucking you hard. there’s so much want behind his every move that you’re unable to think about anything else other than him. 

him, him, him—

“look at me.”

your teary eyes meet his dark green ones and your second orgasm comes crashing down on you harder than the last. just like before, it hits you so suddenly that you don’t even have the time to warn him. but toji knew – he knows your body better than you do and he knows exactly what buttons to push and what words to use to have you unraveling under him.

feeling you gush around him a second time is more than enough for toji to finally let himself follow you into that state of pure ecstasy; he drops closer to you and buries his face into the crook of your neck with a loud groan as he paints your insides white.

pumping you full, just like you deserve, his fat balls twitch as toji gives you his all. the remaining energy drains from his tired body as the seconds pass and he doesn’t even try to keep himself up any longer; slumping against you, toji rests almost all of his weight on top of you with a lazy grin on his face. your sweaty bodies stick together, chests rubbing together as you both try to catch your breaths.

craning your neck a little, you press a kiss to toji’s head and mirror his lazy smile when you feel him snaking his arms around your middle. you don't even try to move, knowing that you'll be stuck there under him for a while. not that you'd even want to leave...

why would you when you can listen to your beloved snore right there on top of you like a big bear after fucking your brains out? with your hand in his damp hair, it's easy for him to let his eyes fall shut, his heartbeat calming down as he melts into you.

cute.

[fairy-angel222]

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ! 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

—jjk men and the positions they fuck you in

featuring: gojo, toji, nanami, choso, geto

content: smut, praise, ass slapping, belly bulge, breeding, hair pulling, degradation, cervix touching mention n more

𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨. Doggy style

There’s just something about having you on your hands and knees that Gojo loves. His hands on your hips as he pounded roughly into you, black blindfold covering his crazed eyes at the feeling of his thick cock thrusting into your sopping cunt.

You were moaning loudly, sweat coating your forehead as Gojo’s hips slammed onto your ass. His length grazing against your gummy walls before finding itself deep. You mewled. “Satoru, feels so good.” Whimpering shakily when you felt his tip pressing into your g spot, his heavy balls hitting your sensitive clit with each movement.

“Nnhg- ah, S-satoru,” you cried, your lips parting in heavy breaths and mewls as Gojo rutted into you like there was no tomorrow. A grin on his face when one hand reached up for your hair. Pulling your head up and forcing you to look at your slut out face in the mirror.

“Look at yourself.” he grinned, “such a pretty little slut f’me hmm?” Watching as you watched yourself with teary eyes. Your tits bouncing lewdly as you gripped the bed’s sheets harder. “Taking my cock so fucking well.” His large hand kneading at the flesh of your ass before landing his hand down onto it.

A choked cry escaping your mouth as you clenched down on him. Your eyes rolling back and your toes curling as Gojo molded your pussy on his cock. “Sa-tor— haah” you let out a moan when Gojo leaned down to press his back against yours.

The new found position allowing him to fuck you even deeper, heat filling your body at the building coil in your stomach. Gojo’s breath was hot on your ear when he groaned, “Come on slutty girl, make a mess on me, yeah?”

You nodded with a silent scream when Gojo’s hot tongue met your neck, his hand in your hair still forcing you to make eye contact with your reflection as you came undone. Your back arching deep and your body shaking as you gushed around his cock. A cocky smirk plastered on his face watching you squirt around him, his fast pace never slowing down.

“One more.”

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢. Full nelson

It started off as something he simply wanted to try, quickly becoming his favorite position to manhandle your body into when he wanted to use your pussy. Lifting you up onto him. Whether he was sitting or standing, bending your legs back onto his shoulders with his arms under your knees. Using your smaller body as his personal breeding fleshlight.

Forcing your pussy on and off his fat cock till you were crying at how deep he was. His tip almost pushing past your cervix entrance as he fucked you on him. Effortlessly using your wetness to stroke his dick.

“To-jiii— nngh, ‘s too much- you’re so deep,” you mewled, your cries shaky as the older man’s cock pierced your insides. Toji groaned with a smirk, bringing your hips flush down harshly onto his cock. The underside of your ass slamming against his hips as he messily fucked into you.

“Such a good pocket pussy for me.” he groaned, his veiny cock rubbing hard against your slippery walls. “Slutty pussy is so fucking tight.” he rasped, his deep voice hot in your ear making you clench down with a cry.

“Tojiii— ahh, ‘m cumming.” you sobbed, screaming out with a hiccup as pleasurable tears stained your cheeks. Your stomach tightening with the outline of the man’s tip bulging through. Toji thrusting up mercilessly into you with a grunt. “Go ahead. Fuck. Squeezing me so fucking tight, gonna break this pussy on my cock.”

His eyes dark as you fell apart. Your puffy eyes rolled back with loud sobs, your body spasming and your toes curling as you breathed heavily. Head falling back into Toji’s neck as you fell off the edge. Pussy gushing messily onto his still thrusting cock.

Toji grinned sadistically, “There we go. Hmm, think you can let out one more f’me?” Knowing very well he’d force one out of you even if you said no.

𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢. Riding

Loves to have you ride him. Thinking you’re in charge as you moved your hips back and forth. Moaning and whimpering loudly as you simultaneously stimulated your clit near the base of his cock. You were so tired, you just couldn’t grind against that spot that you needed so bad.

“Kentooo— need your help, make me cum, please.” Nanami smiled teasingly, “My baby can’t make herself come on her own now can she?”

You let out a whine, eyes tearing up with a pout as you began to bounce on him. “Uh uh, need you Kento— please daddy.”

Nanami smiled, “My pleasure sweetheart.” Grabbing hold of your hips to still your rhythmless movements. Pressing a kiss to your lips before guiding your hips up and down his cock, thrusting roughly up into you making you cry out.

His dick fucking messily into your wet cunt, your mouth hung open in loud moans as he effortlessly slammed up into you just how you needed it. You mewled, “K-ken.. nnhg, Kento— haah, so good.”

Your whimpers were shaky as your boyfriend did all the work for you. His thick cock grazing harshly against your gummy walls as it stretched you out, stuffing your tight pussy to the max. “Daddy,” you breathed, your eyes rolling back as you felt yourself getting close.

Head fuzzy as you became a mess on him. Nanami’s large hand reaching up to grab your chin. “Look at me when you cum sweetheart.” Your glassy eyes meeting his as you fell apart, body trembling when Nanami helped you grind along his thighs.

A broken mewl leaving your mouth as you creamed his cock, clenching down on him with a string of moans.

Nanami grunted. “That’s it. Good girl, give me another one hmm?”

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨. Missionary

He’s a simple man. As long as he is able to touch you while looking at your pretty face then he’s happy. His hips rutting sloppily into you as he moaned and whined. His movements rough and fast as he got lost in the tight wetness of your slippery cunt.

His eyes filled with want, watching lovingly as you moaned his name. “You’re so t-tight baby— nnhg, feel so good around my cock,” he moaned. Pressing sloppy kisses all over your face with his hand kneading the soft flesh of your breasts. Leaning down to latch his hot tongue around your pert nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud with a groan.

“Baby,” Choso whined, “Sooo good— so tight, ahh- so wet.” Moaning loudly when your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at fluffy black strands as his hips rolled into yours.

“Ch-oso— ah, choso baby. So good.” you cried out, your pussy clenching down hard onto him and your back arching. A shaky whimper leaving both your mouths when your eyes met. Your moans competing with his as you both reached your highs.

Touching as much of each other as you could. Your sweaty bodies pressed onto each other in a room filled with lewd noises.

“Chosoo—“ you mewled, “ ‘M close.”

Choso whimpered when you clenched down on his cock. “Mhm? Cum with me okay baby? Fuck— please cum with me.” he cried out, his thrusts becoming uncoordinated as you both let each other’s name slip past your lips. Moaning and whimpering into each other before you were both shaking.

“You there baby?” Choso mewled, “Please tell me you’re there.”

You nodded, “Uh huh— ahh, ‘m there baby.”

You’re both cumming after that, Choso’s eyes closed and his lips parted in short moans while your eyes rolled back in a silent scream. Gushing onto his cock as Choso bottomed out inside you, stilling his cock deep into your heat before spilling his warm cum.

Both of you panting hard as he fucked you through your high. Choso intoxicated at the way you were becoming stuffed full. “Don’t wanna stop yet baby. One more.”

𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨. Cowgirl

Puts you on him in cowgirl position. Watching with a satisfied smirk as you rode him to orgasm. His hands behind his head against his headboard, his eyes swirling with lust as you bounced on his cock with the roll of your hips.

Whimpering loudly as your nails raked down his chest. Frothy ring of wetness forming at the base of his cock, your sopping pussy dripping down onto his thighs as you fucked yourself deep. Crying out shakily when you felt his rounded tip hitting rapidly into your gummy spot. The sensation making you throw back your head with a mewl.

“Suguru— nnhg, so good.” Your head falling back as you rut your hips desperately onto him, your pussy messily gushing onto his skin. “Sugu- ahh, Suguru,” your eyes glassed over with tears as your cunt was stuffed full of his girth.

Geto hummed, “Look at you, such a good little thing for me aren’t ya?” His smirk widening when you could only moan in response, tightening down on him as your body trembled.

“Suguru. ‘M so close.” you mewled, your breathing heavy with your movements becoming uncoordinated. Digging your nails past the barrier of his skin as your back arched, a string of cries falling past your swollen lips.

“Come on pretty,” he groaned, “doing so well, make a mess on my cock yeah?”

“H-haah, nnhg— sugu,” The coil in your stomach snapping as your eyes met your boyfriend’s with a shiver. Mewling loudly at the sight of his pierced lip between his teeth. His chest rising and falling as your cunt tightened.

“That’s it baby, let it out.”

His deep voice was enough to have you falling apart, messily creaming his cock.

“There we go, ‘m sure you can take one more. Don’t stop.”

[nighttimealone]

Cw: Nsfw (Simon notices the outline of your thong that’s hidden under your yoga pants)

Simon isn’t even sure whether you’re doing this intentionally, trying to tease him, or you truly doesn’t realize how you’re testing his restraint, how he’s trying so hard not to just push you against the nearest wall in the gym and go down on you right now.

Your back is facing him, just standing few feet away in front of him, wearing that tight yoga pants emphasizing your supple thighs and ass in the most delectable way, squatting and let out tiny grunts here and there. The worst part is, he can see the thong you’re hiding behind the yoga pants, the outline of it so clearly for him, good that it’s just you two in the gym now, or he might just drag you back home and hide you from others’ ogling.

“Hey, what-“ His hands grab onto your arm the second you set down the dumbbell, your yelps and confusion doesn’t recognize by him as he shoves open an empty shower room and pin you against the wall, his bulge pressing snuggly on your pussy.

He’s mad hard, already leaving a dark spot on his sweatpants as he rubs it against your core shamelessly.

“You doing this on purpose, princess?” Pulling down your yoga pants, hooking a finger over the thin strip of your thong, he tugs it with a slight grin, letting it slap back against your hips. And that’s when you realize that the outline of your thongs’ actually visible even with the pants on.

“I didn’t mean it, Simon.” The noise of the running shower can’t cover your moans and attempted explaining, because he frees his thick, leaking cock from his boxers, chest securing you to the tiles, so he’s able to drag that aching shaft along your pussy, fucking your pussy lips and prodding at the clit till you’re a blabbering mess.

“Didn’t mean it? but you still made it hard for me, love.” The bulb tip slide into your soaking cunt easily. He calms himself and pants beside your ears, trying not to come immediately from how tight and warm your heavenly pussy feels. “You know how sexy you were when doing those squats, shoving your arse towards me, and kept reminding me you had a bloody thong that couldn’t even cover your pussy properly under the yoga pants?”

He rocks his hips fiercely, letting out all the pent-up horniness with each deep thrust, directly abusing the sweet spots and coaxing moans after moans from you.

The usually quiet man groans loudly every time he wrenches an orgasm out of you, the shower wash off your juices dripping down your thighs, before your eyes roll back and cry out, messing them with both his and your cum.

“Gonna come…ngh, fuck…” Seeing stars can’t describe how cock drunk you are now when you squeeze your cunt around his cock and tumble over the edge, the white hot pleasure corrupting your mind, overstimulated to your limits when he hisses—almost comes too early from your spasming walls and pinch your clit as retaliation.

“Fuck, going to paint your pretty little pussy with my cum again…gotta-oh fuck” Simon’s voice trembles when slamming into you one last time, filling you up nice and tight with his release. He leans his forehead against your shoulder, recovering from the aftershocks of orgasms together with you.

“-Gotta claim this fucking pussy again, 's all mine, yeah?” Murmuring and pressing a tender kiss to your nape, he grabs the soap and start cleaning you up, more from the aftermath of the sloppy make-out than your previous workout.

[girlkisser13]

diet mountain dew

"you’re no good for me" "but baby, i want you, i want you, i want you"

pairings: klaus mikaelson x human fem!reader

warnings/tags: smut (18+), blood kink, blood sharing, unprotected sex (practice safe sex guys), creampie, needy klaus.

summary: you let klaus feed on you.

you'd expected him to be hungry. you just hadn't realized how ravenous he was, nor what drinking blood did to him.

"f-fuck, ah— c-careful," you gasped.

your voice echoed in the empty room, and his pleasurable grunts echoed with it. it was so dark that you could barely see a thing. you winced, again, from the strange new sensations surging through your body.

"ah— c-careful, klaus, please" you squeaked, it was the only sound that could escape your throat as he clamped your shoulder in his jaw. your neck was soaked, smeared in spit and blood, a leftover gift from when he had searched for the safest spot to drink.

he'd settled on the spot between your collarbone and neck, and there his teeth had sunk in.

with his fangs pierced right down to the bone and his lips bruising your skin, he continued to carefully suck your blood out and into his mouth. it felt like heaven, warm and wet sliding down his throat. to you it was a confusing mix of pleasure and pain.

"a-ah... is—is it, okay?" you whimpered.

klaus let out a low moan in response.

you couldn't move. you were clamped in his jaw, the jaw of a predator designed to keep its prey still, and his body was pinning yours to the cold wood of the floor.

to any passerby you would have looked terrifying. his body was obscured in the dark, appearing as just a hulking, bloody shadow, merging and distorting the outline of your own form; the visage of a monster in the night, consuming the body of a frightened human.

but that wasn't how you saw it. no, you were in the thralls of absolute delight.

one of his hands were on your waist, his fingers carefully drawing you up until you were held taut beneath his body, and the other hand was feverishly groping your tits.

he had torn your dress to feed and then tore a little further, leaving your skin bare right down to your ribs. he was squeezing, stroking, his thumb desperately massaging your nipple. he wanted to hear your whimpers, your soft jolts when he overstimulated that sensitive spot.

you felt him sink down between your legs, his hardened bulge thick and round as it nudged at your bare thigh. he was softly grinding it up against your panties.

you'd never do this, never. this wasn't like you at all. but you were doing it now.

you were mewled as he dry-humped your little body.

your breath was ragged, the soft puffs of condensation from your lips turned a ghostly white by the pale light.

feeding had always been a euphoric experience for him. but now, with you, it had become a full body orgasmic experience, feeding every positive stimulus in his brain and body.

every nerve in his body was on fire in the best way. his body was pulsing, pumping. his arms were covered in goosebumps, his dark hair standing on end, and his cock was painfully erect beneath his pants.

he needed relief. he needed more.

"mmm... mmm," his muffled groans got louder as he continued to feed.

his conscious brain was fighting those deep, vampiric urges, the need to indulge in pleasure no matter the consequences, but his subconcious was primal.

if he had his way he'd drain everything, slowly, all while pumping between your legs into your pretty little cunt, but he couldn't allow that.

you were a sweet, naïve thing, you'd just let him take you up here. your whimpers were heaven, but your softness was too pure for him to fully ruin.

so he forced himself to break a part from you.

he withdrew his fangs and pulled back, revealing the purple, bruised skin of your shoulder. he licked the wound clean before forcing himself away.

"please, please, if you—if you give me your wrist, i—i'll be done, and—"

klaus paused to pant, his lips still stained red. you watched your own blood drip down his chin.

"and, if i could... have you, in another way, it may help to, calm my urges" he said, his voice husky and dark. you watched his eyes glimmer a bright gold. "may i have you?"

"yes," you instinctively blurted, he lunged forward and kissed you. his lips were hard, rough, and you could taste the metallic sting of blood on them. when he pulled back he looked overjoyed.

"good. good. come here, love," he ordered.

you jolted as he dragged your body forward. he carefully tore a hole through your dress and panties with his bare hands.

you shuddered as the cold air hit your bare and slick-coated pussy, but klaus didn't leave you bare for long.

he roughly manhandled you onto the ground before stripping out his suit, allowing his already erect cock to fall down hard on your clit. the sight caused a small, surprised noise to escape your throat, one that he relished.

he was slow, deliberately distracting you with his cock as he raised your wrist to his mouth. he kept you captivated as he carefully slid it inch by inch down your swollen clit, letting you feel every inch.

the pleasure of sinking both his teeth and his cock into you at once was enough to make him physically shake.

with a soft grunt he penetrated both.

your words were turned to gibberish as he pushed his cock in deep, until his pelvis was perfectly squished up against you. the moment your blood hit his throat he started to pump.

you were inside him, and he was inside you. on that filthy, cold floor, you were his.

he started to push his cock in tandem with his teeth.

as his fangs gently shifted beneath the skin, as his lips sucked and bruised, his fat cock gently slipped in and out of your cunt. for such a furious feeder he was a surprisingly gentle lover.

he was terrifyingly strong, that much was clear up close. he bent your thighs until they ached, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he held you in place, and with each push you could feel the power he was holding back.

you felt him pumping, drawing out your precious blood while his cock ravaged you from inside. each delicious slip, each pulsing throb, every time you felt his cock twitching for attention against your creamy walls, it was unbearable.

you were whining, your heavy breathes producing less and less ghostly condensation. klaus was panting furiously with each thrust, his breath condensing like smoke as he huffed through his curled nose. he was lost in the pleasure, the urge, the need.

and between the tightness, the heat, the copious oozing slick squelching and pooling around his bare skin and dripping off his balls as they smacked against your ass, mixed with the sound of you whining and the fresh blood in his body, he couldn't last any longer.

with a single, muffled groan, klaus came inside of you. his blue eyes rolled back and his body began to buck, smacking your hips until they went numb.

just as he felt your hot blood filling his mouth you felt his thick seed pooling and squishing its way into your cunt, filling every available space. it started to seep out as he continued to hump your limp body, now hanging in sweat, hot pearly strings between his pelvis and your inner thighs.

he pumped inside you until he was utterly spent, his own head now hazy and light, and at last he released you. your wrist fell limp to the floor.

klaus coyly wiped his mouth on the back of his wrist before brushing your forehead. "are—are you alright?"

the relief he felt when you shakily nodded was unmatched.

"thank you," he murmured, his fingers lingering on your cheek. "you were... delicious."

[scorpiosbite]

the time actress!reader mentioned obx in her interview

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 ────୨ৎ──── while the obx cast were together in drew’s hotel room madelyn in her ever obsession of game of thrones brought up that you had mentioned how much you love obx in an interview. causing them to watch the interview together.

𝜗𝜚 pairing: actress!reader x drew starkey

author’s note: this takes place in 2023 during the filming of obx 4 and 3 weeks after the first time they watched the show together. at this point of my timeline the cast have watched the entire first season of game of thrones.

drew was scrolling through his phone, you had followed him back on instagram a week ago and he was on the moon. though he hadn’t messaged you yet. unsure on what to say to you. drew prided himself on being a confident man yet, your ability to make him nervous through a screen was unprecedented.

while stalking your profile for the umpteenth time he found himself wondering about you yet again. your limited amount of posts made you even more intriguing to him. he wondered what kind of person you are. what things made you tick, whether you would stare up at him with those siren eyes, whether you moaned or whimpered during sex, whether your face scrunched up and your mouth hung open as your chest heaved like it did in your sex scene that hasn’t left his brain since the moment he watched it.

just as he fell into a spiral of thoughts about you madelyn spoke up from her seat across the room, drawing the attention of everyone else, and drew was suddenly reminded that he wasn’t alone in his room. “oh my fucking god! i forgot to tell you guys!” she was staring down at her phone. but drew was having trouble focusing on her, still consumed in his thoughts of you.

the others, however, had no problem driving their attention to her, so drew remained in his bubble staring at the most recent post on your profile, a vogue magazine cover from three months ago, of you, seated, legs spread on the iron throne with the sword dark sister held in your hands standing between your legs, the crown of aegon the conquerer tilted on your head, the lace thigh high socks with garters disappearing under the skirt of your tight mini dress and the bold red coating your lips enticing him further.

it wasn’t till he heard your name slip from madelyn’s lips, was his attention torn from the captivating sight on his screen. “wait, what you just say?” madelyn smirked “of course, only when i say y/n’s name, do you listen.” drew blushed lightly. but didn’t make the move to defend himself, after all they would be right, he had been distracted from the moment he saw you in all your glory stealing the screen.

“what i was saying that y/n mentioned obx in an interview, just pass me the remote, i’ll show you.” drew’s heart rate spiked, the thought of you having seen him in his element, doing his job, made him self conscious in a way that he wasn’t ready to admit. once madelyn had the video loaded on the screen, drew was once again struck by how effortlessly beautiful you are. dressed in simple black pants and an off-shoulder cream long sleeve top, brown boots disappearing under your pants and simple gold hoop earrings, your brunette hair loose and following in natural waves. drew looked at your empty neck and thought how good you would look if there was a necklace with his initial hanging there, branding you as his.

madelyn skipped through the video until the moment you were talking. the interviewer asked you and your cast-mate what shows you watch during your down time when filming, your voice rang through the silent room and drew was struck once again by how attractive your accent sounded, your british accent deep and sultry but more casual than the tone you use when playing visenya. “oh, well mimi and i love outer banks a lot, to the point where we quote it on set quite often. i think we’ve annoyed everyone.” you laughed and drew thought about how he wanted to hear that sound for the rest of his life.

your cast mate and best friend, mimi who plays arianne martell laughed and agreed and the interviewer who was surprised by your answer said that obx was one of her favourite shows too. your face immediately brightened as you watched her intently as she spoke about the show. what drew would give to have you look at him like that.

madelyn paused the video and drew knew that once everyone had left his room he was going to watch the entire video. “that’s so cool!” jd gasped. “i know right? that’s so crazy that she’s seen our show.” madison replied. but drew couldn’t bring himself to speak, he wondered what you thought of him after watching his performance. he wondered if you had the same all consuming thoughts he had about you, about him.

“i followed her when i first watched the show and she followed me back, but after seeing that clip a week ago i messaged her and we’ve been talking back and forth ever since, she’s so fucking cool, it’s insane. i think we’re friends now!” madelyn raved. “you’re friends with her?!.” drew was baffled, how was madelyn just bringing this up, she has known about his developing crush for weeks. “ah, now you want to chime in drew?” “yes, we’re friends and she’s gonna be in la when we get back so i told her she should come hang out with us, what you guys think?”

drew’s heart felt like it was going a mile a minute, he was gonna meet you. what the fuck.

thank you for all the love on the first part i’m so grateful. and for everyone who wants to be added to the tag list i’m figuring out how to do that so please be patient with me. also please send me asks about this au i would love to do like a drew starkey x actress!reader thoughts thing, but let me know what you thought of this part!