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JJK Men: Finding Your Toys

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

Word Count: 4,952

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

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

MDNI!!!

Geto Suguru:

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

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

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

“On it.”

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

Then you both could relax.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oooh, I found something alright.”

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

“I mean, a few of these light up.”

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

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

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

“No! It's embarrassing.”

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

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

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

“I don't think I'm doing it right.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were so damn beautiful.

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

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

Gojo Satoru:

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Because it sucks.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

”Hey!”

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

”Ah! Ah! Fuuuck! Fuck!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nanami Kento:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stuck? What's stuck, Y/N?”

“M-My toy.”

“Toy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay, how can I help?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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rapper!connie first run in with fashionvlogger!reader was…interesting. you answered a question from a fan on twitter who asked if you could style one rapper who would it be? you replied saying, ‘connie springer, his music don’t match his style. he dressing like a regular hood nigga when he should be dressing like a bad bitch with a dark lair. pisses me off.’

eren snorted when he seen the tweet and sent it to connie. at first he was a little offended and was about to clean you right on up, but when he saw the comments agreeing??? he had to find out why your opinion mattered so much. so the the first thing he did was tap that instagram link. 550k followers. hmm. he seen that plenty of his celebrity mutuals followed you.

hollowsoul

followed by thegirljt, gunna, liluzivert and others.

when he tapped on your pinned photo he almost drooled at your beauty, your body, and the outfit you were wearing. you indeed had that shit on to the T. connie caught himself scrolling through your feed as his anemic ass shook ice into his mouth. you sure did have a love for all black outfits.

he taps on that message button and types in two words. ‘style me’

your phone lights up as you stir around the meat in the pan. you put your glass of wine down to pick up your phone.

instagram

new message

you tap on the notification and it takes you to the dm. you didn’t really have a shocked reaction, but you were surprised that he even bothered to to dm you. connie was semi private. he has moments where he’s very active on social media then he becomes a ghost.

‘sure long as your okay with me vlogging’

connie puts his cup of ice down beside his feet warning his dog, Choppo, to not touch before replying to you.

‘i don’t mind. you free on friday?’

‘i am’

ight let’s meet at the outlet mall on Lafayette @ 1 then. you mind if me, my friends, and security come?

okay sounds good and i don’t mind at all. see you on friday x

trust me you were less boring in person. connie was lacking in first impression as he was late to you guys shopping date.

you didn’t mind though, you were right in dior trying on sunglasses. “how these look y’all?” you ask your camera. “i don’t know they’re kinda cunt..” you say looking in the small mirror. you didn’t even notice connie and his crew walking in and walking towards you.

“i like them.”

you look behind you, seeing connie and his friends. connie took you in while you were distracted and you were better in person. you were in an all black outfit, of course, and you looked fucking beautiful.

“they’re cute right?” you smile looking up at the 6’1 FINE ass dominican man. one thing that also irritated you about connie’s style is that it doesn’t emphasize his face. connie face card was something different. He had beautiful features, hazel eyes, low lids, some pretty plump lips, and he was pulling off a buzz cut like david beckham in the 2000’s. not many people can do that.

“yeah, sorry I was late. had to drop my sister off to her dance practice.” connie says you wave him off, “oh I'm not worried about it. it gave me time to think of what stores i want to go to.” you say taking your glasses off. “hey it’s nice to meet y’all,” you said looking at the two men behind connie. eren and ony. they weren’t a group but they put out some collab albums. those albums were heat, and was always playing when you were working out or cleaning.

“we’re starting here by the way. can’t go wrong with dior. do you have a favorite fashion brand or designer?” you ask connie as you walked over to the men’s section.

“uhm nike?”

“nike..? you know what i’m just..i’m just going to pretend you didn’t say that.“ you say shaking your head in disappointment. ony was laughing to himself in the background cause he could hear it in your voice.

“what’s wrong with nike?” connie smiles as you picked up a dior sweater. “well first off all nike is a sports brand i’m talking about a fashion brand like rick owens, true religion, moschino.

“what’s a moschino?” connie scrunches his face and he was dead serious.

“do you know who jeremy scott is? law roach?”

“are these random white people?”

you looked at connie like he was a little lost baby, pouting your glossy lips. “aw you are so cute.” you pinch his cheek. “this is my favorite part. teaching you the ins and out of fashion.” you smile pushing an outfit into his chest. “go try this on.”

connie found out that you were a bossy little thing. if he didn’t like something, “oh well too bad you’re getting it anyways.” ony and eren enjoyed seeing him get bossed around as he was usually the demanding one in the studio. you had fun telling connie stuff about fashion and how to put together a good outfit.

connie left that outlet with a new wardrobe, friend, and crush. a very big crush that his friends noticed. the way connie blushed like some nerdy school boy every time you’d hype him up. you noticed as well and found it absolutely adorable.

“do that lil pose that you do. period!”

you enjoyed Connie's presence. He was a mix between laidback and hyper. like when he got comfortable around you, he got to cracking jokes. even joking you. picking up some ugly ass cowgirl boots and saying, “this looks like something you’d like.” and you’d just give him a little playful glare telling him to not play with you.

you left Connie with a homework assignment. learn how to use pinterest and make a pinterest board.

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diejager · 9 months

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Sparrow

Pairing : Task Force 141 x Vampire!reader

Cw: blood, vampire, death.

Wc: 947

Price watched everyone board the helicopter in a steady shuffle, he counted the names when they passed him as if taking their attendance to assure that everyone followed him. Ghost, Roach, Soap, and Gaz- he gaped at the missing soldier, he was sure you'd been behind them this whole time, eyes scouring the darkness for you. He turned to the others for information, frowning when they all said that they hadn't seen you.

"Sparrow, what's your status?"

Thumb still pressed into his radio, he waited for your reply. When all he received was silence from you, he asked a second time: "Sparrow, how copy?"

There was only complete silence on your end. That worried them, but they knew you wouldn't go doing so easily; you'd told them once that you would bomb everything before dying - if you could, from regular bullets or knives.

"Sparrow," Ghost growled out, his deep, rumbling order echoed through the shared line.

It was quiet at first, but then the sound of muffled screams and slurping came through. Their tense shoulders slouched, finally knowing where you went: to quench your hunger.

You left the line open, letting the team listen to the pained moans of the soldier that crossed your path. A thud followed afterward when you stopped drinking, the bloodless body falling forward.

They waited at the end of the clearing, seated in the helicopter as they strained their ears to listen to your near-silent steps. They could see you before they heard you, piercing, red eyes glowing in the dark foliage as you approached them. The sight flooded them with relief, seeing you wipe your blood-soaked face and pull your mask over your nose to hide the gory view of your sharp fangs painted in red.

"Sorry," you bowed, voice raspy and quiet from the ecstasy of drinking blood - delicious or disgusting, blood worked the same way it did either way.

"'S fine, Sparrow," Price mumbled, motioning you to sit next to him, the last seat on the aircraft.

Silence lingered in the shared space as Nikolai pulled into the sky, the blades ripping through the air loudly. The team watched your half-lidded eyes, blinking owlishly in some sort of trance. You were always dazed after feasting on someone, calm and slurring words as if high on blood. Your body took time absorbing and cycling the blood through your undead body, extracting the nourishing substances within a few weeks.

A satiated cat, that's how Soap first described you when you first fed on one of them, a hissy and skittish cat until it ate its full, satisfied, and sleepy. Soap was the first, finding your fangs deep into a man's neck. He stopped dead in his track, gaping at your red eyes and pointed teeth. He offered himself to you a few weeks later and quickly became addicted to the thrill of sharing an intimate part of himself.

Ghost caught them months later, finding you suckling on Soap's shoulder with a dazed look. The brooding man froze, unable to understand whatever he just saw; the shock and the unnatural spark of pleasure at your teeth breaking Soap's skin and laving up stray drops of blood. The image stayed in his mind, haunting him day in and day out until he found himself offering the same as Soap did. The danger and fear of having someone touch him made him hard, the slight sting of your teeth and your warm mouth around his wrist, shoulder, and neck - he almost begged for you to drink from his neck.

Gaz and Price stumbled on your feed on a mission, and have spent almost two months on infiltration and information gathering job for Shepherd, you got too hungry and snapped at the first straggler. Price, being who he is, shook off the confusion and helped you, making you promise to explain everything afterward. Gaz, however, somewhat gushed, a mix between confusion and amazement at your case. He, unlike the former, was more entertained with the idea of letting you feed on him for the experience.

Sweet Roach was the last one, you told him upfront about your little problem when you returned from your deployment with Gaz and Price. You signed it to him in your room, hanging from your bunk to tell him. He took it easily, perhaps too easily and calmly for someone whose roommate for the past year was a vampire. If you're ever hungry, I wouldn't mind helping you, Sparrow, he confessed, eyes glimmering with adoration and lips pulled in a small smile.

"How was it?" Soap pipped up, peering at you from the opposite side of the bird.

"Like shit," you grumbled, adjusting your rifle to sit more comfortably. "Fear and anger makes it taste bloody sour."

"You should've told us you were hungry, Sparrow, " Ghost growled lowly, he never liked letting you drink from other men or women other than their team. "Wouldn't have minded it." The last part was whispered, almost as if he was too shy to admit it.

"Don't be an arse about it, L.T., she was just hungry."

Ghost only grumbled lowly about how Soap wasn't any better. Gaz nudged your arm, telling you that he's free later if you're still hungry, knowing full well that you had your full. The little wink he gave told you everything, he just wanted to have you around him.

You sighed and turned to Price and Roach, tired from the night's event and the horrid taste that lingered on your tongue. I agree, Sparrow, his shoulders shook, head tilted towards the two bantering - more so of Soap annoying Ghost - men. None of us mind.

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teamatsumu · 7 months

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kinktober 2023 -> day 11

strangers - iwaizumi hajime x reader

word count: 1,578

warnings: swearing, regular smut warnings, squirting, oral (m!receiving), iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer can make a girl lose her sanity and that’s canon in my head

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“Who’s this for?”

You eyed the murky golden liquid in the glass the bartender had just set down in front of you before looking up at him in question. The bartender jerked his head to the side in response.

“He says it’s on him.”

You followed his gaze over to the other side of the circular bar, eyes meeting with the man sitting there, alone like you were, staring directly back at you as if waiting for you to see him.

Your breath hitched. Oh, he was gorgeous.

The red lights in the club bounced off his frame, highlighting the built muscles stretching under his t-shirt. Half his face was in shadow, yet you could make out the strong jut of his jaw, the pierce of his stare, closely cropped spiky hair. He lifted a glass up to his lips, one that you followed eagerly with your eyes, and took a small sip. You gulped.

It took half an hour for him to slam your front door behind the two of you, pushing you into the wall with his frame before his lips met yours in a fiery kiss. You gasped and moaned into his mouth, tugging at his shirt like it was offending you, wanting nothing more than to rip it off and run your hands all over his body, feel how his muscles shifted and moved as he did unspeakable things to you-

“Fuck.” He groaned into your neck, teeth sinking into your skin as his hands slid under your skirt and grabbed handfuls of your ass so you would arch into him. You whined at the sting of his bite, feeling your core clench around nothing.

“T-take this off.” You whimpered until he pulled back, tugging his shirt off his to reveal beautiful expanse of bronzed skin. You wasted no time in running your fingers up his arms, the flex of his biceps, his shoulders, tense and ready. His abs clenched as you brushed over them, and you felt your mouth water when you touched the v-line that led to his pants.

“Wanna suck your cock.” You whispered, looking up at his face again. His eyebrows shot up in shock before a smirk tugged up the corner of his lips.

“And here I was, thinking you were one of the shy ones.” His voice was so husky that you moaned. He reached a hand up to tangle in your hair, pushing down on your head.

“C’mon then, sweetheart. Get on your knees.”

You nearly came.

You lowered yourself down, trembling hands undoing the button on his jeans, eyes never leaving the bulge that was struggling to get out from the confines of his clothes. Your eyes widened as you stared at his dick, long and thick and flushed in a furious maroon color. You could feel his smirk as he stared down at you, but your eyes never left his crotch. You licked your lips, unable to wait a second longer.

His groan was heavenly when you took him into your mouth, as far as he would go, too impatient to work him in properly. You didn’t take the time to slowly relax your throat around him. You were in no mood to go slow. You wanted to choke on him and have him fuck your face hard and rough until your mind was too foggy to register anything around you.

Why else would you hook up with a complete stranger?

“Jesus fuck.” The man swore, hand tightening in your hair and groaning loud when he hit the back of your throat, making you gag a bit as your eyes watered. You struggled to breathe through your nose, pushing forward again and moaning long and loud, nose brushing against the skin of his pelvis. A sharp tug immediately pulled you off his cock, making you gasp and whine at the loss. One more tug and you were stumbling onto your feet. You met his eyes then, breath hitching at how dilated his pupils were, at how his lids had fallen to half open, looking at you hungrily.

“You’re too good at that, princess.” He groaned, stepping forward so your body was once again pressed to the wall behind you. “But I wanna cum with my cock deep in your pussy instead.”

You moaned and flushed at his statement. The foul language coming from him was turning you on immensely, the thought of some unknown man stripping you of your clothes and talking about how your pussy would feel around his cock made you clench hard, feeling wetness run down your thighs. He hooked a hand behind your knee, pulling your leg up so you were spread for him, the other hand reaching up to run through your folds, making you whine and jerk up at the contact.

‘You’re soaked, baby.” He cooed, breath hot on your neck. The tip of his finger prodded at your entrance, and you moved into his touch, making him chuckle.

“I- please,” your voice trembled. “Please.”

He wrapped the leg he was holding around his waist, supporting your weight and lifting the other leg around him too, pressing you into the wall. His cock brushed your slit, head breaching your hole and making you arch into him.

“The name’s Hajime.” He whispered against the shell of your ear. “Scream it, princess.”

With that, he slammed his cock into you.

You screamed and arched, breath knocked out of you when he wasted no time in picking up the speed, cock pounding into you over and over with no signs of stopping. Your hands shot up, trying to find purchase over the wide expanse of his sweaty back, nails digging into his skin. You cried and gasped, arching into the amazing feeling as his cock tore through you, hitting spots you didn’t even know you had, tingling nerves that had never been touched before, his skin sliding against your own and his breath hot on your neck.

“H-Hajime!” You weeped, one hand reaching up to clutch at his hair, unable to breathe properly when the head of his cock brushed against your sweet spot. You jerked and wailed at the feeling. His lips curled up into a smirk against your neck.

“Found it.” He whispered, angling his hips so it would hit the same spot over and over again. Tears streamed down your face and you shrieked, struggling against his hold, which only tightened, locked you in place so he could pound into you, stimulating every fiber of your body until your head was spinning, until it was too much-

“I’m gonna cum.” You choked out, nails digging so hard into his back that they broke the skin. But you didn’t care, not when your core was clenching around him for dear life, not when he was hitting your spot so wonderfully. And not when you knew what was going to happen when you came. You could feel it. This build up was too familiar to ignore.

“Hajime, I’m- I’m gonna make a mess.” You whined, feeling fresh tears pour from your eyes. He lifted his head from your neck, eyes meeting your wet ones. His pupils were blown. Sweat dripped from his forehead and his hair was sticking out in all directions. His cheeks held the most beautiful maroon flush you had ever seen. You felt your core tighten at the sight.

He smirked as he looked at you, at how destroyed you were. “You’re gonna make a mess?” He grunted, speed picking up even more. You screamed again.

“Yes!” You arched your back, eyes squeezing shut. You felt no shame in that moment, despite how dirty it was. Oh, it was filthy, warning this stranger who had his cock inside you that he was fucking you so good you were about to squirt on him. It made your eyes roll back. And all it did was turn you on more.

“Fuck.” He choked out. “Do it, baby. C’mon. Wanna feel you gush all over my cock. C’mon princess, cum all over me.”

And that’s all it took. You wailed as your vision blacked out, every muscle in your body seizing as you felt wetness gather all over your crotch and his. Your lungs refused to expand with air, choking and gasping as your body jerked and tensed, mind turned to mush at the intensity of your orgasm. You barely registered Hajime groaning and stilling, emptying himself into you and digging his teeth into your neck as you went limp in his arms.

All was silent for a few minutes, both of you trying to catch your breaths. You blinked a few times, trying to clear your vision. When your eyes met his again, he gave you a lazy smile.

“Wow.” His voice was raspy and broken. You choked out a laugh.

“We didn’t even make it to your bedroom.” He continued, pulling out of you and moving to set you down. Your legs gave out when your feet hit the ground, making Hajime tense and hold on to you tighter. You stared at each other for a few seconds before he snorted.

“Alright, c’mon Bambi.” He lifted you up again, bridal style, walking further into your house. He stopped in the middle of the living room, staring at you sheepishly. You laughed.

“Bathroom is the first door on the left.” You grinned at him. He started walking, a softer smile on his face.

“You never told me your name, princess.”

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yawnderu · 7 months

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She Wants Me Dead - Miguel O'Hara x Reader | Part II

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content: pussy eating, hardcore sex, breeding kink, name-calling, pussy-drunk Miguel, cock-drunk reader. Just pure filth

Miguel is an absolute beast of a man, that much was clear from a simple glance. With sharp claws, talons that come out of his arms, fangs twice the length of his regular teeth, muscles for days, a behemoth frame of 6'9, and a crushing weight of 140 kgs, you know he could easily destroy you.

Yet he's doing it in a way you'd never expect. Your legs are wrapped around his neck as he holds you up, hands grasping at his now messy hair for support while he hungrily eats your cunt, exploring every single inch of your wetness.

He moans against the sensitive flesh, the vibrations forcing a whiny moan out of you while his lips and tongue work in tandem, pleasuring you with a rhythm that makes you gasp for more, hips slightly thrusting up enough to build a faster rhythm.

He allows you to fuck yourself using his tongue, half lidded eyes pure of lust glaring up at you while he can feel his fangs come out, mouth opening ajar before he turns towards your inner thigh, jaws clamping down on the muscle in a way your blissed out mind can't even process, lips parted while a tad bit of drool comes out of the corner of your lips. His smirk grows wider when he sees this, fangs retracting back as he dives back in, his hunger and desire for you evident in every single flick of his tongue.

"You taste so good." He praises between long licks, his long tongue diving back inside your cunt as he fucks you with it, plump upper lip rubbing against your clit as your fingers grasp his hair harder.

"I can't—" He silences you by sucking on your clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves being completely engulfed by his warmth, wetting it up with a mix of your pussy juices and his own saliva. One his hands come down to your cunt as the other one supports your back while he holds you up in the air, your cunt clamping down on his long fingers like you were made just for this.

His gaze drifts up and the scene looks almost pornographic, your half lidded eyes looking down at him, lips parted, hair messy and a layer of sweat covering your naked body. Miguel had seen you like this countless times, yet he always fell in love even more nonetheless.

"Fuck, Miggy—" His fingers move faster and faster inside you while he latches onto your clit again, his boner straining against his abdomen while your body shakes in pure ecstasy, cumming all over his face and mouth. He licks it all up, making a show out of pulling his fingers out of your messy cunt slowly, licking up your juices from them while you try to regain your breath.

"Good girl." He praises, gently letting you down on the bed as you collapse, eyes closed while you greedily take deep breaths, trying to recover from the intensity of your orgasm. While you may hold the cards in your weird situationship, Miguel basks in these little moments where he has some control. Where he can forget you're manipulating and using him, bending him to your will.

"So fucking beautiful." He opens your legs wide with one of his hands, the other one lining up the glistening tip of his cock to your pussy as he rubs it up and down, using your own juices to lube himself up as he pulls his foreskin back gently. He's already rock hard, and despite your whiny moan of protest, he knows you're enjoying this as much as he is.

His hand grips your hip possesively, his fingers digging into the skin. With a sudden, forceful thrust, his massive cock fills you completely, the sensation of his hard length being slammed balls-deep inside you in one go sending jolts of pleasure and pain through your body.

"Eres mía, muñeca." He breathes out into your ear, voice husky and commanding. He gives you enough time to get used to the stretch of his fat cock before his movements become relentless, his pace and intensity increasing with each thrust in a way only someone genetically enhanced can go.

"Fuck—" You manage to gasp out, body shaken up every single time he buried himself inside you. He pulled out only to slam himself back all the way, your bruised cervix suffering the consequences of the great pleasure this beast of a man is giving you.

The sounds of your combined moans and skin slapping against skin fill the room as he takes you, claiming you completely.

"Want to make you a mommy so bad." He manages to groan out, too pussy-drunk to even fully grasp what he just said until a few seconds later. His movements falter for a second as he looks down at you, eyes narrowing slightly with a mix of surprise and desire. He looks down at your hips, the curves all over your body looking perfectly handcrafted to carry his children.

"Te voy a llenar de leche." He whispers in your ear, voice slightly strained and deeper as he resumes his thrusts, the grip on your hip tightening as he continues to pound into you, his pace becoming more urgent.

"You'll look so good with a big tummy, mi amor... carrying my baby." Miguel is never this vocal in bed, yet here he is, spurting out nonsense into your ears as he fucks you good and deep. "I'll make sure the whole world knows who you belong to." A soft kiss is planted on your temple while all you can do is squirm underneath him and moan, hands coming up to his back while your nails dig into the skin, dragging down at the overstimulation of being fucked this good right after you had an orgasm.

"Please, Miggy— fill me up, show them all I'm your slut." Now you're the one spouting out nonsense. His eyes go slightly wide as he hears you talk about yourself like that, something completely new to him, yet he still finds himself getting worked up. His movements become even more primal as he hears your pleads, only one thing in his mind— to impregnate you.

"My breeding whore." He growls, voice laced with possessiveness and lust. He blames your pussy for feeling so good around him, for changing his entire personality the moment your tight cunt wraps around him, lips stretched out while you struggle to take him. Miguel would never talk to you like this, yet his instincts take over the second his meaty thighs slap against your plump ass.

His thrusts become faster and more forceful, the sound of your whiny moans and the wet slapping noises echoing throughout the room. He can feel himself nearing the edge, the primal need to fill you up and mark you as his growing stronger each passing second.

With one last powerful thrust, he buries himself all the way inside you, groaning out your name as he empties his balls deep inside your fertile womb. He holds himself inside you, plugging you full of his cum, the room filled with a sense of raw intimacy and ownership. Despite knowing you're on birth control, he clings to the idea of it failing, hoping you'd be the one to carry his children and stop playing games once and for all.

"You're heavy." He's broken out of his thoughts by your words and a soft tap on his arm, making him roll his eyes as he simply changes positions with ease, holding you on top of him while his cock is still buried to the hilt. You teasingly start softly grinding on him despite your abused cunt being at its limits, and he holds your hips in place, a small hiss escaping his lips at the feeling of you moving on his sensitive cock.

"Don't." He says, trying his best to sound stern while he uses the chance to stay inside you for as long as possible.

"Or what, Mig—" He sighs loudly, coming down from the high just to get slapped by the harsh reality of your teasing nature. Maybe next time he'll put a gag in your mouth to shut you up and— yeah, no. He's not that kinky. His hand covers your mouth, closing his eyes and hoping to shut you up for at least a second. Of course, that's short lived as you begin speaking again, babbling out nonsense into his palm that he knows will give him a headache sooner or later. With another overexaggerated loud sigh, he regrets all the life decisions that led him to be completely smitten by a villain. A hot one, at that.

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sluttywoozi · 6 months

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Already | ljh x reader

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.3k | Pairing: jihoon x reader

Genre: est. relationship, smut

Warnings: oral m. rec., fingering, implied consent, big dick!jihoon

Reader Notes: has a sensitive gag reflex, referred to as a wife, has a vagina and breasts

It’s Jihoon’s birthday, and for the first time in four years, you have nothing planned.

Well, you have a nice steak dinner in the works and you’re wearing his favorite set of pajamas (which consists of his oldest t-shirt and a pair of lacy panties), but that doesn’t really count. Not when last year, you got him tickets to Bruno Mars, and the year before that, you surprised him with a home gym so he wouldn’t have to leave the house to work out.

But your husband insisted, nearly begged you, even, saying that he just wanted a chill birthday, that all he needed was time with you, that no gift could surpass the value you bring to his life. You believe him, of course, but you can’t stop feeling like you should be preparing more.

Which is why you’re going to drop to your knees and swallow his cock the second he steps out of the shower. He had a long day at work so you didn’t jump him when he got home, but you’ve got a towel tumbling in the dryer and he’s on minute nine of thirteen, so your timing should be just about perfect.

You can feel heat sparking in your belly just thinking about it. With Jihoon’s size and your sensitive gag reflex, blowjobs are not a regular occurance in your household, and you’re excited for his reaction.

And for the act itself, if you’re being honest. It’s not that you don’t like sucking his dick, it’s just that you have a certain difficulty with it, and he won’t let you struggle for long before pulling you off and switching places with you.

Your watch buzzes just as the dryer does and you spring to your feet to grab his towel, jogging back from the laundry room so you can catch him in time. He’s stepping over the threshold of the shower when you make it to the doorway, long hair dripping onto built shoulders as he looks around the bathroom for the towel you stole. Your eyes travel from head to toe, the beauty of his glistening body stealing all the air from your lungs.

His eyes go heavy lidded when he sets them on you, his gaze darkening as he takes in the shirt draping over your breasts and dusting the tops of your thighs.

“Are you wearing-” his low voice cuts out as you send him a flirty smile and pull the shirt up just enough to give him a flash of his favorite panties. “Fuck,” he sighs, his head tilting back as his dick twitches and starts to harden.

You take a few steps, enough to bring you toe to toe with him, and carefully wrap the towel around his buff shoulders before sinking to your knees. His eyes go wide and his hand cups your cheek, his thumb tracing your bottom lip as you wrap your fingers around his growing cock and pull.

He almost seems scared to breathe as you bring his dick to your lips and place a gentle kiss on the tip, your tongue darting out to glide over his frenulum. Maybe he’s nervous that if he moves, he’ll startle you or you’ll change your mind, but he doesn’t need to worry about that - since you can’t give him any gifts, you’re determined to give him this.

So you open your mouth and slowly feed him inside, his clean skin dragging against your taste buds as you open wider, your jaw straining at the sheer girth of him. You can feel your eyes water when you bury him deeper, fighting your gag reflex to take in more of his hot, hard dick.

Jihoon stares down at you with an almost pained look on his face, his lips parted to let ragged breaths slip in and out as you start to bob on his cock. His eyelids fall every so often before he forces them back up so he can watch you, watch as your eyes go glassy and your lips stretch around his thick cock, inch after inch disappearing into your mouth.

Your gag reflex twinges when you take him a little too deep, but you’re nothing if not determined, ignoring it and pushing through to swallow around him, eliciting a low, raspy groan that sends a zip of electricity down your spine.

You love Jihoon’s sounds, love his moans and swears and muffled whimpers, and the more of them he makes, the wetter you get. You can feel it dampening your panties now, feel your arousal gathering in the seat of them as you suck his cock, as you slowly break him down.

You wonder if he knows the effect he has on you, but you doubt it seeing as he’s currently looking down at you like you’re some kind of celestial being instead of his human wife. You’re tempted to pull his cock out of your mouth and tell him, tell him that you’re wet for him and hot for him and crazy for him, but suddenly, his face is screwing up and he’s pulling out himself, cupping the head of his dick with his hand to catch the cum shooting out so it doesn’t cover your face.

“Fuuuuuck,” he sighs, letting his head loll back on his shoulders as his dick twitches and leaks and slowly softens. “Thank you, baby. I needed that so fuckin’ bad.”

“Yeah?” You stand and ask, wanting to hear exactly how much he’s needed you.

“Yeah, baby, I’ve been thinking about you all day, ever since I had to leave you alone in bed this morning. And then when I got out of the shower and saw you in this?” His hands smooth over your hips and around to your ass, where he digs his fingers in and spreads your cheeks, making your face heat and your core throb.

“God, and then you got on your knees for me? You make me love my birthday,” he shakes his head, smiles a small, secret smile, and leans in to kiss you gently, once, twice, three times before slipping one hand back to your stomach and down along the wet gusset of your panties.

“Fuck, all this, just from sucking my cock? You’re too good to me,” he breathes into your mouth, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric and finding your weeping entrance. They slide in easily, thanks to your generous arousal and the fact that he split you open on his dick last night. He doesn’t keep you waiting, pinpoints your g-spot with practiced, devastating accuracy, the kind that only comes with years of learning someone inside and out.

And Jihoon does know you, inside and out, so when he wants to make you cum, he knows that all he has to do is swivel a thumb to your clit, bear down, and rub in quick, tight circles until your thighs are trembling around his hand and your cries are echoing in the steamy bathroom.

He brings you through it until you’re on the other side, his pace slowing and his thumb stilling when your walls finally stop fluttering around his fingers. There’s a slick sound when he slides them out of you, one that makes you cringe and makes him smirk, and you nearly combust as he wraps his lips around them, humming at the taste and giving you the eyes that mean you’ll be cumming on his tongue for the next hour.

You suppose the steaks are still coming to room temperature, and if this is what your husband wants, you have no choice but to fulfill his wishes, considering it’s his day.

AN: happy birthday to my dear sweet Jihoonie, thank you for being born 🫶

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gh0stswh0re · 1 year

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cockwarming with ghost

warnings: f! reader, mentions of injuries + physical pain (improper treatment of said injuries), mild somnophilia, manhandling, cockwarming, m! cries, very brief mentions of marriage, literally one line of a breeding kink

a/n: 1,5k words, writing time of 3 hours

it was a routine at this point – the regular, daily routine he'd always put you through – coming home late; his steps echoing throughout the apartment, the heavy combat boots sinking down onto the wooden floor with each weary step – he'd try to keep quiet, to not wake you up, but he was tired - too tired to notice how loud his heavy stomping actually was. if any luck is on his side, he'll manage to drop his keys somewhere in the process – just fucking great he'd think to himself, physically cringing as the metal hit the floor.

he'd start undressing before he even made it to the bathroom – hot strings of pain shooting up his spine, jolting his muscles as he pulled his shirt over his head – it was covered in dust, soaked in blood and sweat.

he'd turn around - facing the mirror as he inspected the freshly made wounds up close; maybe it was a bruise, a scratch, a cut, or perhaps a bullet grazed the soft tissue of his shoulder blade - recently he even made a habit of returning from the battlefield with burns scattered over his skin – it was whatever, really - any wound you could ever think of, he already came home with it at least once.

after a while – after he's already placed a damp, wet cloth over the scratched, bruised skin; cleaning off the blood clumps which formed at the red, burning surface of it – he'd notice your clumsy steps making their way to the bathroom – fuck, he had no intention of waking you up. you already don't sleep enough – waiting for him for hours on end every single night.

you'd lean against the door frame, watching him through half-lidded eyes as your head fell to the side. "it's not as bad as it looks" is a regular excuse of his – he really ought to get more original with his words.

but how could you not notice it - how his heartbeat thrummed in his fingertips as he carefully brushed against the injured skin - how his eyes shut closed each time he'd make the wrong move, and how he hissed when putting a new shirt on?

sex was the other part of the conventional routine – he'll always walk toward you, quickly closing the distance; picking you up, and carrying you around as if you weighed nothing.

dipping his head down to kiss you, his needy tongue slips inside your mouth as his lips sealed around yours and he practically swallows your whimpers with that fever, undying desire that burns deep inside, completely endowing him.

laying you down on the bed or tossing you around as he pleased – it was his choice entirely, as your very existence borderlines on his mercy.

he worries he's tainting you, all of you, - leaving a perverted, everlasting mark of his touch on your soul each time you present yourself - bare and naked - in front of him, and he fucks into you, stretching the tight, warm walls of your cunt, splitting open your core. as he silences your vulgar, nasty moans each time he claims your lips in a frantic kiss, and you rank your digits through his hair, nails scratching down his bare neck.

it just helps him calm down, cut loose for a bit – something that's hardly achievable for those in command, the men responsible for dozens of lives. it lifts some of the weight that lies on his shoulders and filters out all the shit he's put through every day.

it's as if he's suffocating throughout the day – drowning – and then you breathe the life back into his lungs with each kiss.

as if all the pain flees from his body the very moment you touch him – your hand brushing against his back, fingers playfully running over his shoulders before you start working on the ugly knots tied deep inside his muscles. he takes one of your hands into his own, bringing your palm flat against the side of his face, slowly nuzzling his head into your soft skin – his eyes looking up to yours for just a split moment before you hug him – fully embracing him in your tender, ever so loving touch.

he needs this – this part of the routine that you quietly established without ever saying a word – he craves it, but you decided to break the torturous pattern of the repeating cycle – he'd always pull out after feeling his dick grow limp inside you, but tonight you stopped him – "can we stay like this- just for a minute?" – it was a shy request, and the uncertainty of your voice made your lips tremble. but you notice his gaze softening, as his dark eyes found yours – if you didn't know any better you'd dare to say you caught him off guard – he nodded gently, before he readjusted himself, so he'd be laying on top of you a bit more comfortably; still careful not to crush you – he was always cautious of it, no matter how many times you told him to relax, reassured him he's not going to hurt you.

except that minute turned into two, and then those two turned into five, and then an hour passed by. you already dozed off - barely drifting in and out of your sleepy state, when he'd softly whisper your name, nuzzling hand against your cheek, caressing the delicate skin.

he'd change positions – so that you were laying on your side, with your back pressed against his bare chest – without saying a word. you didn't ever need to – sometimes you wondered if not only has he been reading your thoughts, but also planting some of them inside your mind.

he'd press his face into the side of your neck, smelling your scent as the drowsy sensation of arousal spread from his abdomen – weary breaths from the depths of his chest wracking his ribs – his throat bobbing each time he swallowed - his heart beating quicker each second, pumping his veins full of adrenaline. fuck, he's getting hard again.

he'd start pressing his body even closer to yours, unknowingly rolling his hips against you – subconsciously chasing the pleasure. his muscles growing weak - each movement malfunctioning, failing mid-synapse, despite his pathetic thrusting being barely noticeable – he just couldn't risk losing how close he was to you.

you'd knead the silky sheets between your fingers, as the misty moonlight fully awakened you. "didn't wanna wake you up, darling" his voice was muffled against your bare flesh, his hot breath tingling your skin. "-'s okay" the sweetness of your tone rang in his ears – as if your words hung in the air, messing with its molecules, for a little while at least – before your moans drowned out any remaining sounds, as the wetness dripped from the slit of your cunt down your thighs.

he'd sneak one of his arms around your side, entangling his fingers with yours as he held his hand flat against your chest – wrapping you up in the welcoming, familiar sense of safety that his embrace brought.

he'd press his face even further, harder into your neck – muffling his groaning as the ecstasy numbed every nerve in his body.

his composure is seeping away from him – his hips losing any and all rhythm, as he savagely, ferociously bucks even harder into you - the burning sensation of him nearly hitting your womb mixed with the anticipation growing in your belly - the warm, fuzzy feeling of your orgasm building up overtaking your body.

suddenly, you'd feel it – the warm tears, which crept by the corners of his tightly shut eyes, falling onto your skin – he was quietly weeping, his breath hitching in his throat.

"wanna marry you" he confessed. "put a baby in you" he blurted the words out.

"you'd let me do it, wouldn't you?" you silently hummed – your chest tightening, preventing the oxygen from entering your lungs. you couldn't fathom the actual weight, and importance that his words held – you couldn't even make up a half-assed reply without it breaking down at the second syllable – anything you'd say right now would be incoherent, wailing nonsense – no doubt about it.

the pure bliss numbed your mind and set your skin ablaze. the worst – best thing about it? the pleasure always hit you in waves – just when you thought it couldn't get any more intense, just as you feared your body might break, shut down completely - just as you thought he couldn't slam his cock any deeper in you ... it always happened, he always found a way – whether it was by lifting your leg up or quickly tossing you around or applying some extra pressure on your swollen, sensitive clit – he always managed to do it – pushing you even further into the hysteric pleasure, making your vision momentarily fade to black.

"say it" he demanded, his voice harsh and raw, simmering with frustration. "tell me you'd let me".

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leclsrc · 1 year

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team effort ✴︎ cl16, cs55

genre: 18+, pwp (very little plot), filthy, fem!reader

word count: 3.3k

It was supposed to be a one-time thing, but now you’re in-between your boyfriend and his teammate again. So really, maybe, this could become a regular thing. (sequel of sorts to this but can stand alone just fine)

nsfw warnings under the cut!

18+ because… alright. a threesome, penetrative sex, anal sex, oral sex (M receiving), handjob (F receiving), double penetration (crowd leaves), dirty talk (degradation), crying, breeding, rough sex, size kink, requires suspension of belief regarding the inner workings of anal and positions apologies, spit kink (crowd leaves again)

probably the most requested thing i get, and i felt like practicing my pwp writing so—i hope you like it everyone! :) love auds

“Hey, you brought the pretty girl,” teases Carlos, a glass of alcohol in hand. He pushes it into Charles’ hand and you watch as your boyfriend takes a sip, vision semi-obstructed by how dark the place is. “Mind if I get a picture?”

“Course I did.” Charles smiles, and his left eye drops into a subtle wink. “And sure, she begged to come anyway.” His teammate laughs. “Nothing I haven’t heard before. Come say hi to the others.”

Your face turns hot when it registers what he’s just said, but it’s too late to get a quip in; a gentle hand at your waist is guiding you through the crowd of people, by the DJ booth, and into the seats just beside it populated by several familiar faces. You accept and return a few hellos and heeeys from Lando and Pierre, among others, and when a shot is offered to you by Danny, you take it.

Charles lets you wander around the area for a while to get used to the place, watches you laugh about something with Carmen and try your hand at the DJ table with Lando, combing your hair over to one side. You take a few shots because George feels like “letting loose” (he takes two).

He sees a patch of concealer just below your collarbone; granted, it’d have been hidden if you were wearing something less low-cut than your dress right now, but he spots it and he immediately realizes what it is with an amused laugh.

When his eyes glide upward from your cleavage, he finds you’re already looking at him, eyes half-lidded and mouth tugged into a pretty smile. He sees you excuse yourself, walking right into his arms, pouting. He tips his glass over to your lips, pours some of his drink in.

“What’s the matter, baby? Wanna smoke?” He leans against the railing of the VIP area, seating himself there and pulling you close so you’re pressed up against him. You inhale his scent, his cologne, nip at his jaw. You always get so touchy when you’ve got some alcohol in you.

There’s a blunt or three being passed around, you smell it. “Nothing. I think ‘m getting a little tipsy, I don’t want to crossfade.” You blink and it’s like your eyelids are droopy with honey. The party’s thick with the heady scent of tequila, mixed perfume, weed, and saturated with heavy bass. If you’re totally honest you’ve lost track of time.

“There you are,” goes a voice, and you tense.

“I was looking for you, too, mate.” Your boyfriend’s arm reaches to someone behind you and shakes. “Girlfriend’s feeling a bit tipsy.” He pulls his hand back in, rests it over your the small of your back.

“You okay?” Carlos leans in, his voice hot against your ear. You blink, in a daze of tipsy and hot, nodding. You’re in between them now, still pressed against your boyfriend. Slowly, your head lolls onto Carlos’ shoulder, exposing your neck. If you stepped back just a bit, you realize—

—you’d feel Carlos’ dick pressed against your ass. “A little tired,” you say, opening your eyes to meet your boyfriend’s. Normally they’re green, but now they’re so dark you can barely tell. The limited lighting doesn’t help. Your knees are weak with the way you resist the urge to grind back onto Carlos, who’s laughing, observing your ditzy face.

“Let’s get you out of here, huh?” Charles smiles. He’s always so sweet. Doing what you want, what you need, a nice guy in that respect. So he can take what he wants later. He and Carlos down the rest of their drinks, and they’re both ushering you out the back exit and directly into the parking lot.

It’s a direct replay of what happened a few months ago, and what happened a few times afterward. After dinners, races, nights out—it wasn’t too frequent, but enough that it became a thing. Enough, too, that you could grow antsy if it didn’t happen for too long.

Your boyfriend brought a different car today, his Range Rover with a spacious backseat you’re being guided into. The lack of heavy bass and strobe lights help you feel more sober, but don’t help with the arousal at all. As you climb, your dress hikes up a bit, and Carlos catches a peek of your panties underneath, white and almost see-through, showing the outline of your pussy.

They’re on either side of you, your breath hitching when they lean in closer, lip caught between your teeth and eyes screwed shut. Your boyfriend’s hand grazes your thigh and you spread your legs, involuntary, sighing a low please. Please what, you don’t even know.

“You want this?” Charles asks. He takes things slowly, a dreamy smile on his face, eyebrows knitted together. His hand moves upward, and he runs a few teasing fingers over the lace of your white panties, pressing them harder until you’re starting to squirm, breathless ahs leaving your lips.

“Please,” you say, voice small and desperate. “Yes.”

Your approval makes them more excited; they’ve both missed this more than they’re willing to let on. Your mouth is half open, letting out noises, eyes half-open; Carlos wonders what you’d look like covered in cum. Both his and Charles’, splayed all over your pretty waiting face.

The first time this happened, Carlos watched for the most part. He’d been chained to the driver’s seat, listening to the wet noises of Charles’ fingers fucking into you. He made eye cotnact with you right as you came, a long, drawn-out moan leaving your mouth. He fucked you another time. And he’s missed the feeling. He’s missed the sight of your fucked-out face, moaning on his cock, or his teammate’s, or both.

You press your lips to Charles and he encourages you to part them, slowly deepening the kiss until you’re moaning into his mouth, hips bucking up into nothing. “Please,” you say, “give me something.” Anything, you’ll take anything.

Carlos brings two big fingers to his mouth, laves his tongue over them, and brings them to the apex of your thighs, pushing aside the lace and fucking them into you, one by one. You gasp into Charles’ mouth—his fingers are so thick, pumping in and out at a brutal pace without waiting for you to adjust to the strength. You whimper, breaking the kiss because everything’s too much, head leaning back and eyes meeting the grey ceiling of the car.

“God, she’s wet.” You hear the teasing smile without looking up. “And tight.”

“I know,” your boyfriend says, smiling as he sucks a hickey onto your throat. Your legs quiver.

It’s Charles’ voice again, sweet and deep against your ear. “Feel good?”

“Yes,” you say, nodding eagerly, lifting your head up and looking right at him.

“Thank him,” he orders. They always do this, make you talk and use your words when your brain is all scrambled and going a thousand different directions. It’s only worse when they start talking about you like you’re not there, using dirty words and sliding into native languages you can’t understand, but they can, and they laugh watching you whimper for more.

“Thank—thank you,” you whisper, turning from your boyfriend’s face to Carlos.

“You’re welcome, princesa. You’re going to make us feel good, too, right?”

You nod.

“Why don’t you start now?” The instruction comes from Charles and you follow suit, hands going from your sides to the tents in their jeans, grabbing at the huge bulges there. You’re losing grip, Carlos’ big fingers are moving faster, feeling your orgasm approach faster.

Already? Shiiit, your boyfriend says with a low laugh. Go ahead and cum first, baby. Go ahead.

His words are so sweet, kissing up and down your neck, the stimulation pushing you further until you’re cumming from just two fingers. The messy squelch of Carlos’ fingers moving in and out of you gets them both so hard, aching to fuck you, take you apart, make your voice raw. Your moans grow louder and louder, legs trying to close around the hand in between them—they’re held open by two free hands and you have to lie there and take it.

“‘M cumming,” you gasp, tension bursting inside you, pussy contracting around Carlos’ digits. You squeeze at their bulges again, wishing you had the coherency to undo the buttons and the zips. They get the message, undoing their jeans just enough to pull out their cocks.

“Wanna suck you off,” you say, turning to Charles. Shyly, you add, “Both of you.”

The only way to do that is by kneeling on the limited floor space of the car. There’s not much space, and you shuffle around a few times, but eventually you find a position, legs folded and on your knees, in between the two of them.

They’re both looking down at you with dark eyes and devious, teasing grins that feel downright evil, hands wrapped loosely around their cocks. They jack themselves off a few times, and you hoist yourself up higher to watch closely, brows furrowed.

“Open your mouth,” Carlos says sharply, tone low and rushed. You obey, sticking your tongue out, and watch as he rubs the precum off his tip and onto your tongue. He laughs, looking at your boyfriend. “Look at that. Like that?”

“Yea,” you mutter, turning a bit to let your boyfriend to the same, letting your spit drip down from the tip so the glide is easier. He slaps your cheek with it, laughs at the way you pout, and advises Carlos to do the same. You turn again, taking Carlos into your mouth until he’s prodding at the back of your throat and it’s wet all over.

They love seeing you like this—with their precum being smeared al over your shiny, spit-covered cheeks and lips, tongue peeking out to get a taste every time they drag their cocks closer to your mouth. “She’s pretty, isn’t she?”

“Sucks dick like she was made for it,” Carlos says, punctuating his sentence with a quip in Italian. They both laugh as you gag around Charles’ dick, jerking Carlos off messily. You’re choking, precum coating the back of your throat and wrist wearing out.

“You look so pretty, baby.” Your boyfriend says, grunting with pleasure.

“Pretty lips, too, yeah?” Carlos says, his hand shadowing yours and making you jack him off faster.

“She can’t reply, Carlos. Too busy gagging on my dick,” Charles says, and your eyes well up with embarrassment that you’ve basically soaked through your panties from their words alone. You want them to cum, cover your lips and eyelashes with them so you can scoop it off and let them watch you swallow it. Be good for them, their good girl.

But they never like cumming if it’s not in you, or after they’ve been in you, so you anticipate the way you’re guided off your boyfriend’s cock by your hair. They tug your head backwards, a bit on the edge of roughly, exposing the column of your throat, littered with spit and lovebites.

Your pussy is getting wetter, dripping through your panties and onto your legs folded underneath. It’s the first thing they inspect when they heave you back into the middle of the backseat, bent over Carlos’ lap so your ass is on full display for Charles and, if he cranes his head, Carlos, too.

It’s humiliating. Your mind’s so hazy you can barely tell whose hands are whose, groping at your ass, pulling away the lace to reveal your puffy, wet cunt and letting the thin strip of fabric snap back to make you yelp. Two fingers push into you, going fast instantly until you’re sobbing for them to slow down. It’s Charles. You can tell because you feel the metal of his rings.

There’s a third at that point, stretching you out further, getting you even wetter and more desperate. You cum easily, overstimulated, tears rolling down your spit-streaked face as you quiver with it, blinking them away as you’re guided back into the middle. They maneuver themselves so they’re facing each other, your pussy right above Carlos’ tip, which is just beside your boyfriend’s.

You’re itching to sit yourself down, feel the familiar stretch of his dick, big and barely fitting when he stuffs himself inside you. It’s addictive. But there’s something Charles wants to do first, evident because he’s not yet letting you ride Carlos, his big hands bruising at your hips. “We’ve done enough to your pretty pussy, haven’t we? Your lips, too, that cute mouth.” He coos, almost. “But there’s something we haven’t even touched tonight, baby.”

Carlos’ hands spread your cheeks apart and Charles’ spit-soaked thumb rubs over your tight hole, causing you to shiver. Oh, God. You squirm above their laps, heart beating with nerves and arousal, pussy rubbing over the tips of their dicks as you go. “I’m nervous,” you whimper.

“Aw, go give Carlos a kiss,” your boyfriend says, his voice teasing and goading. You lean forward, slotting your mouth onto Carlos’ soft lips, parting them with your tongue immediately. He gets you all needy when you kiss him, smiling and enjoying your mindless, needy little grinds. As you kiss him, messy with spit and tongues colliding, you feel fingers teasing you again.

You whimper, Carlos’ hands roughly pulling the low-cut top of your dress down to grope at your tits, roughing them up, flicking your nipples. You moan out loud, caught up in the multiple sensations; your boyfriend loosens you up until his finger goes deep, deeper, bottoming out and stretching your ass out.

He collects some of your slick to lube another finger up, stuffing two into your tiny little hole. You gasp with the new feeling, lips open against Carlos’, who wraps a hand around your throat to guide you into kissing him again. Distractions. Pleasure.

“Jesus, she’s tight,” Charles says, not addressing you at all.

“She’s being really good for me up here,” Carlos replies, squeezing your tits. “Taking everything I give her.”

“Give me more,” you beg, licking over his lips until he’s parting them to kiss you messily all over again. You’re unaware, lost in the numb pleasure and dull painful stretch, that there are three buried in your ass now. He should prep more, Charles figures, but he’s impatient, just wanting to wreck you already, fuck moans out of you until you’re crying.

He nudges the tip of his dick against your ass, slipping the head in and listening to your ohhh as he goes, groaning. It hurts, Charles, you whisper, but your whine is swallowed into a kiss.

“Relax, baby,” he says, gritting his teeth. “Just relax.”

You’re so tight, squeezing him so, so tight as he bottoms out.

You’re clenching around him so hard he could cum, pump all his cum in you and watch it leak out. But he’s patient. He’s sweet. He lets Carlos finally coax his own cock up your cunt, where the glide’s easier, but the stretch now is unfathomable. You blink tears out of your eyes, ones of pain that slowly become unbelievable pleasure, moans spilling forth from your lips, slick gushing out of your puffy cunt.

Carlos thrusts upward, deep, and eventually Charles finds a rhythm too, your legs spread and eyes rolling back with how fast they’re slamming into you. You want to move, you want to avoid the pleasure from how overwhelming it is, the way it feels when they both bottom out at the same time ans you can feel the way your stomach bulges with Carlos’ cock.

“Slow down,” you whine, but they only laugh, watching your face grow more sweaty and flushed and debauched.

“Feel good?” Charles asks. “Use your words, love.”

“S—so fucking good,” you say, words punched out of you thrust by thrust. Carlos leans forward, brings his flushed forehead just flush of yours, both of you bobbing in time with their thrusts, and spits messily into your half-open mouth. Most enters, some splatters over your lips, and your eyes darken with it. You’re certain you’ve cum again just from that.

“Swallow it,” he laughs. “Be a good slut.” His eyes break from yours and meet Charles’, and they exchange a few quips in Italian before your boyfriend’s hand is raking you backwards, leaning over and spitting again. He pushes your cheek around a little, laughing at your docile, fucked-out face.

“Swallow that now,” he says. “Both of them.”

Obediently, you shut your lips, your whimpers pausing as you swallow their spit down. Your cheeks are burning with embarrassment.

“There you go,” Carlos says. You’re absolutely falling apart on their dicks, wet and messy and hot, your legs quivering with it. Carlos slams up harder, pressing your lips together again so he can feel your moans, hear your cute little voice saying Carlos please let me cum right by his ear.

He pulls out, moving himself higher to use your mouth instead; the added space gives Charles the opportunity to fully bend you over, on your knees and too weak to use your elbows, face smushed against Carlos’ dick. You’re shaking, pussy still trembling and tears of overstimulation rolling down your cheek. You’re struggling to take his dick well, but Charles keeps fucking you, determined to finish.

He pushes you down so your back arches deeper, your lips parted around Carlos’ huge cock. “That’s right,” he groans. “Take it, come on, be a good girl for me.”

“She’s so tight still,” he says to Carlos. The latter’s hand strokes over your hair, pulls at it, grips at either side of your throat so he can fuck your face properly. He fucks your throat hard, watches you cough and squirm around his spit-coated cock, his balls slapping your face every time he bottoms out. He’s close—Charles is close—and you’ve cum twice again now, pulling off and whimpering I’m cumming— before finishing, gushing release all over your thighs.

“It’s our turn now,” Charles orders. They pull you off at the same time, and you go on your knees again on the floor, gazing up at them with big eyes and a flushed, pretty face, lips pink and puffy from having just been fucked.

You reach two hands up and jerk them both off again, both their hands guiding you to go faster, faster and faster until—

You flinch, the first hot spurt landing just on your cheek, then your lips, then a bit on your nose. Somewhere in between, Carlos presses his tip to your lips, coaxing them open so he can shoot cum on your tongue and chin. They lean back, collapsing onto the backseat, heaving sighs.

They both look down at you, your nasty, cum-coated face, smiling up at both of them. Carlos blinks a couple times and then smiles. “Hey, mind if I get a picture?”

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hockeybabe · 6 months

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Shoot Your Shot | M. Knies

Not my gif

Pairings: Matthew Knies x f!reader

Summary: Matthew has had a crush on you and just can’t refuse you.

Warnings: slight smut, Matthew can’t resist his crush, fingering, swearing, dirty talk, praising, finger sucking?

Word count: 1.5k

Note: ngl after I saw this gif, I knew I had to write smth for it. Also I went to a leaf game!!!! I GOT TO SEE CAPTAIN QUINN!

“Just come to the game.” You heard for the third time this day. You worked at a local coffee shop that wasn’t far from Scotiabank Arena, where the Leafs played. Your most regular customer, Matthew Knies, was always asking you to come to his game. You were a hockey fan but never went to games, thanks to your boss.

“That’s really nice, Matt, but I’m working.” You said, cupping the lid of a drink. Matthew groaned, leaning his arms against the counter, and walked away to find a booth. You called the name on the receipt, handing the person their drink. “Sally, I’m on break.” You told your co-worker as you put your apron up on the hook.

“You can’t be mad at me.” You said, walking up to the booth and taking a seat right across from him, folding your hands over the other. “I’m not.” He grumbled, not looking at you. You rolled your eyes. “Look at me.” You ordered him, and he did so reluctantly. “I’ll be watching from there.” You pointed at the TV that was displayed in the corner of the shop.

“It’s not the same, Y/N. I’ve wanted you to go forever. Just ask your boss.” He begs. You knew Matthew’s name had popularity, and your boss would never believe you if he weren’t there in person. "Look, I try all the time. It’s not worth it.” You said getting frustrated and walked away to start your shift again.

Matthew always had a soft spot for you and couldn’t stand to see you upset, especially at him. What he didn’t tell you was that he already talked to your boss and got you a ticket to the game right at the glass. But now he was scared you wouldn’t show when he went for pre-skate, and it would crush him.

Matthew looked down at the watch on his wrist, noticing he had to make his way to the rink. “I’ll see you y/n.” He said leaving money along with the ticket to the game. You watched him leave as a soft sigh left your lips. Liking Matthew wasn’t something you wanted, but you couldn’t help it. You knew he liked you, but being with a hockey player isn’t the easiest thing to do.

You had seen some hockey players girlfriends get attacked on Instagram for being in love, but you couldn’t deny the honest attraction you had for Matthew. He was everything you ever wanted in a guy. You walked over to the booth he was at and picked up his cup, noticing the money along with a strip of paper with the leafs logo on it.

You put the cash and paper in your apron pocket before putting the mug in the dish area. You walked over to Sally and leaned against the counter, noticing Matthew had left you a ticket to tonight’s game against Vancouver. “What’s that, y/n/n?” Sally asked. You lifted the ticket up and showed her. “Someone’s got a crush.” You heard it from behind.

You turned around and saw your boss with her arms crossed. You sucked in a breath and said, "It doesn’t matter. I’ve got work.” You said it in a low voice, not wanting to piss your boss off. “Y/n, go to the game. I already talked to the boy and the rest of his team. I’ll tell you they’re persistent.” Your mouth fell slightly at her words. “They were here?” You asked. “Oh yeah, all of them. All because that one rookie likes you.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “You are going, right?” Your boss asked, walking closer. “I’m mean, yeah, but who’s going to run-" “It’ll be closed for the night.” Your boss cut you off. Another thing your boss shocked you with was that she never closed the cafe unless something was wrong in her life. Whatever the team said to her, it must’ve changed her.

“Well, um, I got to go then.” You said untying your apron and grabbing your personal belongings. “Oh, you almost forgot this.” Your boss said handing you a jersey with the name Knies stitched on the back along with his number. “Now go.” Sally said pushing you to the door. You laughed at them, quickly placed the jersey over your clothes, and headed to the rink.

“Miss y/l/n?” Someone said to you. “Yeah,” you answered. “Please come with me. Mr. Knies asked for me to take you to your spot.” Your brows furrowed in confusion as you followed him. You were walked all the way to a room with a TV with the game on, a bar, couches, and women.

“Y/n, right?” You were greeted by a blonde. You nodded slowly. “Steph, Mitch’s wife.” Your eyes widened in realization. You were in a room with the players girlfriends and wives. “It’s nice to meet you.” You shook her hand as she led you to the balcony to watch the game.

The game was already in motion, and Vancouver had a good offensive game. The Leafs were in the Vancouver zone, and there it was. A Knies goal, you couldn’t help but smile as Matthew pointed up to where you were. “He’s gotta good eye.” Steph says as the others cheer. "Yeah, he does.” Another says. “Aryne.” The woman says. “Matthew lives with me and John.” She says.

You smiled at the woman and continued to watch the game and talk to the other girls. The Leafs ended up winning 5-2. “You’re coming.” Steph said, licking her arm through yours as you made your way to the den and waited for the players.

You felt slightly overwhelmed by the number of people who knew who you were and even by the players coming out and introducing themselves. After John, you watched Matthew stroll out. You felt yourself smiling as your arms crossed over your chest. “Player of the game?” You cocked a brow at his Leafs belt. “Gotta keep it up.” He responded pulling you into a hug.

“We’ll talk about this.” You said this as he pulled you to the parking garage, where his car was. You sat in the passenger seat watching Matthew drive to your apartment, and it was something. You knew he was sneaking glances at you with the number of times he clenched his hands on the wheel, turning his knuckles white as you clenched your thighs together.

You get to your apartment, and you watch Matthew contain himself, shuffling his hands in his pockets and letting out deep sighs. Opening the door, you pull Matthew’s arm toward your bedroom. At the edge of the bed, Matthew turned you around and crashed his lips against yours. Matthew pushed you onto the bed, looming over you.

“Hi beautiful.” He said trailing his finger along your collarbone. You felt a blush rise on your cheeks. “I like your jersey.” He said it with a casual smirk. “I think I like it too.” You responded biting your lip slightly. The tension floated around you two for a while before you grabbed the collar of his shirt and teased him, thinking you would kiss him, but instead you kissed the corner of his mouth.

Matthew bunched up your jersey before kissing you. His hands trailed to your tits as he pinched your nipples and massaged your boobs. You moaned into his mouth, giving his tongue access. You both fought for dominance, with him eventually winning. Matthew trailed kisses to your neck, finding the sweet spot, while he slowly peeled your top layers off and unclasped your bra.

Feeling antsy, you moved your hands down Matthew’s body, putting your semi-cold hands under his shirt and feeling his body. “Fuck.” He hissed into your ear, feeling the coolness of your hands. You whimpered as Matthew grinded into your core. “Off.” You moaned as he kissed down the valley of your breasts to your pant line.

Matthew sat up on his knees, peeling off his shirt, while you admired from below, biting your lip. You started to peel off the rest of your clothes with the help of Matthew until you were both completely bare. Matthew trailed kisses along your things as his finger traced your folds. Your back arched at his touch, and he used his other hand to force your hips down.

“Such a pretty girl.” He mumbled, thrusting one finger in as you moaned. Matthew continued to thrust his finger while using his thumb to play with your clit. “More.” You begged in a muffled voice. Matthew instantly responded, adding a second finger and increasing his pace. You thrashed in your position, using your hands to grip the sheets. “That’s it princess. Let go. Come for me.” You let out a whimper as you fell apart on his fingers.

Matthew trailed his fingers up your body to your lips as you sucked the juices off his fingers. “Jesus baby. You’re so hot.” He smiled while lifting you up, allowing you to straddle him. “You’re hotter.” You said smiling back before kissing him.

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neptnszn · 1 month

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ok first off love the geto fic!!!!! but i was thinking geto checking readers attitude. shes been on one all day and he just is finally over it. (maybe pussy slapping if comfortable with)

hii ‼️ thank you so much, appreciate the love from everyone 🙈☺️ MWAH

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cw : pussy slapping & brat taming. that's it tbh.

but yeah anon I hear ya. though since suguru's generally on the more chill side, I don't feel like he'd brat tame you in a way that's more hands on..at first.

in fact I think his way of brat taming you is simply doing nothing in your favor until you cave.

I doubt he'd mind at first, simply taking the unnecessary arguments, eyerolls, and snide comments all day. maybe even return your energy back a little.

but as time goes on his patience would thin, and your bad attitude would gradually start to piss him off. love takes patience, he knows that much; but when you bug him about this, or that in an argumentative manner with no valid reason, he finds you difficult to put up with.

especially after that little stunt you pulled last night.

“hey.” suguru interrupts your meaningless rant about him buying almond milk instead of regular milk and blah blah blah. if you really gave a fuck, you would've joined him on the grocery shopping.

“is this what we're doin’ right now?”

the ambiguity of his question makes you falter, meeting his gaze which..seems to be unusually intense.

“what?” your face scrunches up in confusion, “what are you even talkin’ about?”

oh, okay. he tongues the inside of his cheek slightly, it's milk for christ's sake.

“don't be like that. you know damn well that you need to fix that attitude and calm down.”

you scoff, not believing that your attitude is the most irksome.

“yeah, ‘cause my attitude is the biggest problem right now. don't piss me off suguru—you can't avoid and evade with your nonchalance out of this one.”

oh.

okay.

“it's like I gotta discipline you like a little girl, d'you even think about that?”

suguru asks, voice breathless as he watches you from above. arm slung over the back of the couch and you—kneeling between his spread knees and gagging with his cock stretching your mouth. “but I bet you didn't even do that. can't think with dick down your throat, can you?”

he sees the dip in your brow and grins, taking pleasure in the current power imbalance between you both. he could get used to this.

but as you raise your head to argue again, he simply keeps a firm hand atop your head, forcing you to take him down deeper. “..it'd be in your best interest not to argue with me, sweetheart.”

fine, you sharply inhale through your nostrils. if you ignore the sodden panties sticking to your skin—pussy calling for his name in morse code, you think you can soften him up a bit.

you suck him, slowly but surely while your hands stroke where your lips can't reach, your challenging gaze meeting suguru's own.

he keeps his hand firm on your head, lips parted and head tilted back against the sofa, making sure he keeps your mouth fully occupied. his toes curl inwards under his socks when you begin to bob your head, pleasure liquifying his legs.

you make a gargled noise when his bulbous tip nudges the back of your throat, reaching another hand further down—right down to give his balls a gentle squeeze.

“fuuckk—mhmm..you know what I like,” he moans in appreciation before closing his fist around your hair in a makeshift ponytail and yanks you off of him. “alright, enough. get up here.”

that didn't take very long, you think.

wiping your mouth from the spit and his pre, you rise with wobbly knees and plop next to him on the couch. he spreads your thighs in no time at all, kneeling between them. you sigh, sinking into the couch while your lids slip shut. waiting for his touch.

but nothing comes.

when you reopen your eyes, a smug suguru stares back at you and even lets a little chuckle slip. “funny how you just assumed that i’d give you what you want after your poor attitude.” suguru's eyes twinkle with amusement, tracing light touches against the gentle curve of your abdomen. gentle, soft, nowhere near enough.

“god, suguru, please! i said i was sorry.” frustration creeps into your tone, and you toss your head back onto the armrest.

“did you?” that simple question and the look he gives you makes you question yourself, the realisation that you in fact did not hit you like a truck.

shamefully, you avert your gaze. “..sorry.”

yet all you get is a head shake from suguru, lips pursed in a thin line, trace, trace, trace.

“the nerve. all that rudeness ‘n for what? i’m nothing but good to you..”

he trails off, observing the way your skin rises when his feather-like touch grazes your belly button, dipping his fingers lower to tug your underwear all the way down, flicking it off your ankle. “i still don't know where you get the audacity.” he smirks.

your pulse quickens, watching the way his knuckles brush against your inner thigh, going up, up.

you feel it before you hear it—a swift ‘smack!’ against your bare cunt has you whimpering and seizing up. the pain knocks you off your guard, before it bleeds into pleasure, the new feeling making you completely disoriented.

once suguru sees your shocked, wide-eyed gaze, his ego swells and he folds his arms, staring you down as if he were daring you to say anything—to backtalk him again.

beats of silence pass and the weight of what suguru just did barely has time to sink in before he does it again. it's wetter this time and has more momentum. the collision you makes your hips jolt violently, and your legs hike up to your chest as you flinch and cry out his name. hot tears slip from their confines and roll down your cheeks.

suguru, however, is having a time. he brings his hand up to the dim lighting of the room, watching your glistening slick coat his fingertips and palm before he speaks, his tone almost scrutinising.

“of course, you'd get wet from me rightfully putting you in your place. nasty girl,” he purrs before popping two fingers into his mouth, the familiar taste of you flooding his senses.

“sugu—” you choke on a little sob, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. you can still feel the sting right on your clit.

“i'm sorry, i'm so so sorry. won't happen again.”

“yeah, it will. you're not foolin’ anybody here.” suguru rolls his eyes, swiping his forefinger against your swollen nub and your legs jitter at the contact. “y'know this is what happens to brats who can't check themselves, right?” he asks rhetorically.

he meets your gaze. “and I like to think that I have a good girl, who can behave in a way that doesn't have to make me do things like this.”

you nod weakly.

“thats what I know.” he nods once and pulls away. “i'll think about accepting your apology, but that depends on how well you can make me cum.” you hate to hear it. it takes everything in you not to groan or roll your eyes..but your heart jumps at the chance of redemption.

“c'mon then, on your knees pretty.”

#geto smut #jjk smut #jujitsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #gojo smut #★ — niyah responds !#★—spicy ☄️#★—neptnszn #BRAAAAAAP HERE WE GO AGAIN 🗣#the suguru rot is real

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luveline · 9 months

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Hey gorg!! Was hoping you’d see this and do a vamp!eddie or regular eddie trying to give golden retriever!gf hickey/kisses but she starts and won’t stop giggling and like lowkey ruins the mood. I feel like Eddie would try to be upset but just start laughing with her! 💕

thank you for your request ♡ fem!reader

cw suggestive themes mdni

It's a salacious sound. His silent bedroom broken up by the echo of his kissing, your breath catching as Eddie pulls your head to one side and tracks messy kisses up the curve of your neck.

Your skin is warm under his colder mouth, colder hands, his fingers rubbing down your stomach to stop at the buckle of your belt where you lay in the middle of his bed.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders. Whenever you enter into intimacy like this, you have a need to be close. Eddie's happy to oblige you, resting his full weight on your side as he parts his lips against your pulse.

"I love you," you say.

Eddie pushes his hand under your shirt to feel your naked hip, thumb rubbing over soft tummy. "I love you, too," he says into your neck. He punctuates with a bruising kiss, the kind that has you tensing up, your arms holding him close even as you squirm away.

"Too much?" he asks.

"It's tickling me," you say.

"It is?"

Your shirt pulls up with his hand. Sure enough, your stomach shakes with a laugh when he talks, the vibrations of his words moving through his lips and into the delicate skin of your jaw.

He smiles at the sound of your giggling, but he has other things on his mind. "Tell me if it gets uncomfortable," he murmurs, diving in for another attempt at hickeying. He starts with a soft kiss (he's a gentleman), lips parting as he warms the mark with the tip of his tongue. Then comes teeth, his canines pressing especially hard as Eddie starts to suck.

You make a noise that's half sigh, half laugh. "You're tickling me," you insist, sounding like this is all you could hope for and more as Eddie's fingers brush up your torso.

He'd been hoping to move aside your bra, but the sound you make at his trailing fingertips is gold. He figures he could be annoyed —this is the pinnacle of romance, or it should be, these soft touches and slow kisses, Eddie's been trying to hint at sex all night— but he doesn't have it in him. He wants you, yeah, but he wants you. Your laugh is just as much fun for him as your moans, though they're often giggly, too.

"Am I?" he asks, squeezing your side.

You laugh and hug him, forcing his face away from your neck. He admits a momentary defeat, focusing instead on giving you the hug of your life, arms needling behind your back as he rubs his nose into your cheek.

"You're a hard girl to seduce," he complains without any real frustration.

"You seduced me, like, half an hour ago," you assure him happily.

"Oh, good." He digs an elbow into the pillows to look down at you, your hairline damp with evidence of your confession, sweating from the heat of being touched and teased. Your eyes are half-lidded despite your laughter. "Worried my game was off."

"Your game is always on." You brush his hair behind his ears for him, lifting your chin ever so slightly.

"Can I try again?" he asks.

"Yeah," you say, tone imbued with a number of emotions. The most important has him reaching for your belt buckle, undoing the clasp as he buries his face in your neck once again.

You're laughing again before he's had chance to pull the belt free.

"Sorry!" you apologise as he pulls away, meeting his fond eye roll with a grin. "Let me kiss you, okay? That way it can't tickle."

Eddie lays flat eagerly. You kiss him as he'd kissed you though your dotting of half-moons is interspersed with giggles, until you find the soft spot that makes Eddie groan. You're much more dedicated to the cause after that.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader

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somerandomdudelmao · 1 year

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I hope this kills you and makes your day at the exact same time. I'm winging this btw and it's all improv in mah brain so it might be longer than expected, idfk, we'll see.

Thanks so much for existing and giving us this comic in the first place now suffer-

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Leo watched as Donnie continued talking, his movements exaggerated and his words ecstatic. The holograhic screen lit up every surface within a 2-foot radius, the words big and bright against the darkened atmosphere. Beside himself, Mikey and Raph shivered on each side, looking anywhere but at Donnie's face. And even though Leo understood why they couldn't bare to look their brother in the eye right now, something deep inside of him still burned with annoyance. Because despite everything, it was still Donnie! They just couldn't see it yet!

Not like Leo could see very well past the hard, stable shell that his twin had built around himself. Not like he could tell how Donnie was really feeling. Not like his tireless efforts to reach out and help did anything noteworthy.

All it got him was...

"...Oh! And how could I forget the infirmary machinery as well!" Donnie continued, his voice raised in a professional manner that would make anyone else think he was just giving a regular presentation. "The infirmary duties will obviously be passed onto you, Leo, since aside from Casey, you're the most medically knowledgeable. Plus, I know you won't disappoint."

Of course, Leo wasn't anyone else. He could hear the manic cry for life and freedom and pain in his twin's voice, no matter how quiet. It was there, faint and far away, somewhere that not even Donnie could find it, but it was still there and it needed answering.

Donnie just kept refusing to look in the right direction.

---

It was well after midnight when Donnie pulled Leo aside for a chat about the affairs of taking on three positions at once. The leader of the resistance could barely piece together what Donnie was saying though, his words muffled by the bigger picture.

In the dead of night, as expected, Donnie's demeanor took a complete 180 shift, his expression barely masking the exhaustion and weakness he undoubtedly felt. His eyes were half-lidded and cloudy, a look that Leo's only ever seen thrice in those yellow and red irises. His shoulders, despite getting bonier and bonier by the day, were slouched in a lazy way that made the soft-shell look like a corpse. The purple hoodie he so much adored nearly reached his knees, the lost fat and muscle making the article of clothing seem bigger than it actually was.

But one of the worst aspects about Donnie's appearance didn't have anything to do with any signs of death or sickness. No... The thing that made Leo really want to throw up...?

Donatello was now shorter than Leonardo.

"C-come on, Donnie... Why would I need to learn any of this... Nerd... Stuff, if I already have you?"

A stupid question. Idiotic, dumb, foolish, stupid, demeaning, disgusting, stupid, gross, stupid stupid stupidstupidstupidstupid-

"Riiiiiight... Anyway, you'll need to remove that panel right there to get to the inner-workings of..."

But even though it was a stupid question, Donnie would've usually gone out of his way to answer it.

Why wouldn't he answer?

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Two weeks.

It had only been two weeks.

But it felt like a lifetime.

Donnie wasn't dead yet, thank whatever god that's still out there that he wasn't, but Leo still felt like he was. Donnie was literally just there, he was just right in front of him, talking about the schematics of something or other, running his mouth like he's been doing for the past few days. Nothing truly notable about Donnie's health had really changed, no weakening brain cells or crippling disabilities. The only things that had changed were Donnie's height again and his now inability to walk.

His inability to walk. Just two weeks ago he was bouncing off the walls and biting people's noses off.

However, despite all of the physical evidence that Donnie was very clearly still here and alive, Leo couldn't help but feel like a part of him was gone. Dead, deceased, whisked away by the winds of time... It was hard to explain, even for him, how something inside of him just kind of... Faded away.

The Death, as Leo pessimistically liked to call it, was a slow and agonizing process, beginning all the way back when Donnie first revealed his worsening condition and then continuing on until now. It began with just a little click, a little pinprick of emptiness and loss and HURT that Leo didn't know how to fix. Then that pinprick slowly grew into a scab, then a paper cut, then a scratch, then a hole, and then finally evolved to a gaping wound that would take years to fix. It was just this... This agonizing feeling of emptiness and loneliness that Leo hadn't even felt when Raph first died. (Haha, funny. He's already died twice by now. Hilarious.) And no matter how hard Leo tried to heal it with potions and bandages and medicine and melatonin, it never went away.

Not even when Donnie stood directly in front of him.

And isn't that just hilarious? Isn't that great? Isn't that just Splendid? Isn't that just the coolest Revelation That LEO'S EVER FELT?? ISN'T THAT SO INTERESTING????

Isn't it funny?

---

Leo watched as Donnie continued talking, his movements exaggerated and his words ecstatic.

He watched the ghost wave goodbye with a dramatic flair and a little giddiness in his step, the small soft-shell turtle barely able to show his hand from inside the giant sleeve of his favorite hoodie.

Leonardo waved back, a sad, forced smile and a train track of dried tears gracing his face.

Red enveloped Leo's vision one final time, and soon enough...

The half of himself that somehow still remained...

Faded away.

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Haha get Disaster Twin'd idiot-

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I mean. Thank you. This is amazing and I love it with all my heart💜💙

#What horrible person would put characters through such trauma???#looks in a mirror #ah.#right.#dies casually #collapses #*$&=(@₩#heekoeiejdbxno #fic tag

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batfleshh · 7 months

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happy hour

Arthur Morgan x m!reader | October 16th

Warnings: usage of alcohol, spit as lube? , boot riding (I’ve never written this before so idk how it works) , praise, cum eating, cumming in pants, Arthur drinks but you’ve had a few more than him, one night stand?, handjob, quick aftercare, he’s so silly i love him , grrhhh gay, this takes place in the middle of the 2/3 chapter ig

Arthur wasn’t the kind of man that let stress get to him. He could find his way around a problem, even if it meant not acknowledging it. He wasn’t the type to be a regular at the saloon, but it didn’t hurt to buy a few every now and then. When he entered the saloon, it seemed to be a particularly busy night. There was a lot of talking, some men arguing over a game of poker and a few women sitting around a table with their men.

The bar seemed to be riddled with the common drunks, loud mouths with scars and scruffy beards. There was a particular man sitting there, though. He seemed to be lost in space, an opened bottle of beer sat next to him, only half of it had been drank. The man was clearly intoxicated, eyes holding a clouded type of emotion one can only describe as bliss.

Being someone who isn’t one to judge, Arthur made his decision to sit right next to the man, not being bothered by his presence. After ordering a whiskey, Arthur let himself deep dive into his own thoughts, not noticing how the other man had now slumped himself down onto the bar, eyes half lidded.

He then felt a small tap on his hand, the feeling slightly surprising him out his trance. He looked down at the hand, then at the face that it belonged to. It was you, the slumped beer drinker, a dopey smile on your face.

“Yer’ real handsome, mister.”, you said to him, the alcohol visibly working in your system. Arthur gave a polite smile, nodding at the fellow before speaking. “Well that’s mighty kind of you, partner.” The two men exchanged a glance, a small smile on both of their faces.

“‘S you married, mister?”, the question made Arthur’s face flush in surprise. He gave a chuckle, sitting up straight in his stool, “not currently, no.”

You slowly sat up, head heavy as you reached for your opened beer, taking a quick sip before continuing to speak. “Thas’ a shame. Yer’ faarr too handsome to be alone.”, a drunken giggle escapes your lips, eyes scanning his face more. You slowly move your hand to place it onto his arm, it surprised him, but he didn’t think much of it, not feeling very threatened by you as he could easily kill you if he wanted to.

He had never really flirted with a man before, meaning this was kind of a new experience for him. But he just thought Fuck it, might as well try this out. So after downing his whiskey, he moves his face closer to yours, a flirtatious tone in his voice as he says, “You tryna’ cure my loneliness, boy?”

He seemed pleased with himself as you gave a quick nod, that smile of yours growing wider as he flagged down the bartender, asking him for a room and a key, placing a small stack of bills onto the counter. He slowly gets up, a look of interest on his face as he silently asks if you’re coming with him. You give a firm nod, immediately standing up to follow after him.

When you reach the room, you pull him inside by his vest, making sure to close and lock the door behind you. You pull him to your lips, legs stumbling to stay up right as you breathe through your nose. He gives a chuckle into the kiss, grabbing onto your waist to hold you up right. You both move closer to the bed, him laying down on his back as you move to sit on his lap, moving down to keep your lips connected to his. He pulls away, huffing to catch his breath as you whine at the loss. He grabs ahold of your chin, placing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Woah there, boy. You sure yer’ okay with everything?”, he asks cautiously, not sure if your mind is fully cleared to make that sort of decision. You let out a little noise, a small pout on your face as you stare at his lips, longing for the taste again. “Wan’ kiss you again,” you say absentmindedly, not focusing on answering the question he had asked. He sits up slowly, a hand on your lower back to steady you as he uses to other to support himself as he does. You lean forward against him, a giggle leaving your lips even though nothing seemed to be happening.

You slowly began to grind yourself onto him, your face moving to hide against his neck. Arthur groaned as his cock slowly jumped to life in his pants, grabbing back onto your waist. He hummed as he thought of an idea, moving his head back to speak to you. “Get on your knees f’me, sweetheart.”, he spoke to you gently, giving a sweet smile as he watches you nod and get off of his lap slowly, stumbling to move slowly onto your knees. As you get down, your hands move to rest between your legs. Arthur lets out a small noise of displeasure, pushing his foot against your hands. “Move ‘em, boy, need access to that area.”

You nod, a little confused but you comply, moving your hands to the side of you. He slowly moves his foot between your legs, front of his boot rubbing against your clothed cock. You whimper at the feeling, your hands moving up to grab at the cowboy’s pants leg. You move a hand up to fiddle with his belt, pulling at the buckle lightly. Arthur grins at your eagerness, helping you unbuckle his belt with one of his free hands.

You lean your head against his leg slowly, freeing his cock from his pants. You spit onto your hand, slowly moving back up to begin stroking at his cock. It was a slow pace, the outlaw leaning his head back to let out a deep groan. You slowly began to grind yourself against his boot, small moans and whines leaving your throat as you press your face into his leg. Arthur slowly raises the tip of his foot, slowly grinding it against you.

Your hand slowly begins to pick up speed, it traveling up to the tip of his cock all the way back down. Your mind felt clouded, the experience being almost a little too much to process considering how fast the night was moving. After a little while, you slowly feel yourself reaching closer to the edge, your hips beginning to move faster. Arthur seems to take notice of this, his hips moving to thrust into your hand ever so slightly.

You let out a long moan, releasing into your clothes as you feel a warm liquid trickle down your hand. You look at your hand, the familiar white fluid covering it. You look up at Arthur, smiling as he reaches down to pat you on the head. “Thas’ a good boy. You did well, sweetheart.”, he praises as you nod at him. You move your hand to your mouth slowly, licking away the mess. He helps you to your feet after putting his cock away, buckling his belt back up as you grumble at the uncomfortable feeling in your pants. He helps you to the bath, not really bothering to pay for it.

He knows he shouldn’t bother waiting for you, but he does. When you’re out, you move back to him, a giddy smile on your face. He takes you back to the room he paid for, laying you down on the bed after you shed most of your clothing off. You move under the blanket, immediately shutting your eyes when your head hits the pillow. He moves towards the door and tips his hat to you, not knowing if you see the gesture or not, and with that, he was gone.

~ ★

a/n: THIS TOTALLY ISNT LONG.

#bat bite #ktober #can you tell I like Arthur?#male reader #x male reader #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption arthur #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x male reader #gay #cowboy yummy #rdr2 #rdr2 arthur #arthur morgan rdr2 #🪽 ! bat fic

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hypnolurker · 10 months

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We All Moo For Ice Cream

It all started in the supermarket. Clara wheeled her trolley steadily through the endless aisles in her regular search for groceries. When she got to the frozen section, she recalled the recent hot and sweaty summer nights which had left her exasperated and drained. Here, she saw something both delicious and which could potentially provide a respite from the unbearable temperatures – ice cream. She eyed the various flavours and brands for a while, but one particular brand stuck out to her. The horny cow. Each tub had a picture of a cartoon cow with exaggerated horns and a visibly excited expression. They also featured rather odd flavour names, possibly copying the more popular Ben and Jerry’s practice of odd flavour names, but these were just even more confusing. ‘Big and Milky’, ‘Cow Feed’, ‘Soft and Serve’...what on earth were these crazy flavours?

However, all of Clara’s doubts were assuaged by the one all important factor, price. There was some kind of sale on horny cow ice cream and she could get 3 large tubs for the price of 1. Plus the price of a single tub was already stunningly cheap relative to the other brands. It may be some inferior knock off, but with this deal she had to at least give it a try! Clara decided to purchase one of each sort, since she had the 3 for 1 deal on her side, and chucked them into her trolley with a shrug. She would certainly be well stocked on ice cream for these hot summer days to come!

It was later that day when she actually tried the product. After shopping and some cleaning up she decided she had earned a rest and put on a classic old movie. Something she had seen many times before but it didn’t matter in the slightest. And what better reward to go with her film than some ice cream? She was only in a pair of shorts and a thin white t-shirt but she was still overheating and something cold and creamy was exactly what she needed.

She settled in on the couch and began watching as she opened up the tub. She still didn’t know what the flavours meant, so she picked one at random. Soft and Serve. It seemed the most normal sounding, and as she popped off the lid she could see the familiar light yellowish tint of a typical vanilla soft serve. Her spoon slid easily into the fluffy frozen treat and she brought it up to her lips with mild trepidation.

Moment of truth, it was cheap but was it bad? No! As she felt the soft cream melt into her tongue a charming burst of vanilla spread across her mouth and she gave a pleasant sigh as she swallowed happily. It was fantastic!

She gobbled down scoop after scoop as she watched her movie. Despite vanilla typically being a ‘boring’ flavour, this was anything but. It had the perfect balance of rich creaminess and sweet vanilla essence and she hungrily swallowed it down. She was eating it so fast that she experienced something that hadn’t happened since she was a child. Brain freeze.

As she shoveled spoonfuls of ice cream into her mouth eagerly, she started to feel a cool tingle spread through her mouth and shoot through her teeth and up her face until it hit her head. She honestly couldn’t remember quite what brain freeze felt like, but this was surely it. Her whole head felt cool and her mind seemed to stop. She lost all focus on her movie for a while as she struggled to overcome the odd sensation. The icy chill which gripped her mind.

It wasn’t as bad as she recalled. Sort of relaxing even, but she wanted to concentrate on the film and so she tried to push past it. Yet, even as she felt her mind freeze up, she continued to hoist massive spoonfuls of ice cream to her lips and swallow them down without regard to the consequences. It was like she wasn’t even in control of herself anymore. Her head was cool and numb and her thoughts slowed and all she could think about was the creamy and delicious ice cream which kept melting on her tongue.

As this went on, her whole body seemed to cool and relax as well. She felt oddly weak, sinking deeper into the couch and even the spoon felt heavier as she continued to scoop and swallow. Getting down to the bottom of the tub now, and the name of this flavour kept dancing through her frozen head now. Soft and Serve. Soft. Serve. Soft. Serve. Soft…Serve…

By the time she had finished, she was completely lost as to where she was in the movie. She had also eaten quite a bit of ice cream, though she didn’t feel particularly full. Maybe because she had eaten it so quickly, or perhaps this was lower in calories? Whatever the case, her mind started to thaw and now she could go back to focusing on the movie.

But as she slowly regained her senses, she glanced at the now empty tub in her lap and read some text on the side.

‘Soft and Serve. Feel your strength and cares melt out of your body as this smooth and intense vanilla sensation makes you docile and subservient. When you finish this tub, make sure to try more of our fantastic flavours!’ it said.

Clara wrinkled her brow for a moment. Sort of an odd description...docile and subservient...though she certainly did seem to feel that way. Soft and weak and willing. Just waiting here to be told what to do. And of course, that order was right there in front of her. She would try more of the flavours. Yes, of course!

Almost in a trance, her mind not quite unfrozen, Clara wandered to the kitchen and grabbed another tub at random. Then she marched mindlessly back to the living room and slumped into the sofa to stare forward as if watching the film, though her mind was still too sluggish and relaxed to actually follow the plot. She simply watched the colours shift and flicker across the screen as she opened this tub and dug in.

This flavour was Big and Milky and it was a pure white colour. When the first spoon hit her tongue, she recognized the flavour and smiled. Coconut! Big and Milky, it made sense now. She giggled softly as she swallowed it down.

Just like the last tub, it tasted amazing! It was light and creamy and made her shiver with joy. She liked it even more than the last, and wasted no time in stuffing her face with it. Her spoon shaved delicate white peels of ice cream much like pieces of coconut and she eagerly scooped them into her mouth and felt waves of delight with each mouthful.

Once more, her mind froze over and all thoughts became encased in a wall of ice as she fell into a loop of scooping and swallowing. Her movements grew more sluggish and robotic, but she continued nonetheless, gobbling it down greedily.

Meanwhile, Clara had not yet noticed a rather peculiar change that was happening. It was gradual enough to be nearly imperceptible, but as the minutes rolled on the effects became more and more undeniable. Her breasts were swelling.

They started at a reasonable C cup, but by the time the dazed and delirious Clara noticed something was odd they had gained a whole cup size. Her breasts felt heavier, and they tingled slightly. She groaned around another spoon of addictive coconut cream as she forced her cold and useless brain to figure out what was happening.

She had lazily eaten several more spoonfuls before she finally realized that her breasts had actually grown. Once it dawned on her, it seemed so obvious. They were pushing up against her previously loose t-shirt more and more as she felt them continue to swell. She was sort of glad she hadn’t been wearing a bra that day.

At the same time as the soft breast tissue was swelling and her chest ballooned, the tingling got stronger. She moaned softly between mouthfuls of ice cream as she felt them becoming more sensitive and tender. Her nipples even stiffened and swelled like her breasts, until they were poking boldly through her top, making her swollen chest much more obscene.

At this point she was an E cup and her top was very constrictive. She managed to put down her spoon for long enough to tug the tight tee over her head and fling it across the room. The feeling of the silky material brushing her tender and puffy nipples as it was removed made her squirm and become flushed as it sent sparks of pleasure through her chest and directly to her crotch.

After that, she had one hand holding the spoon and the other on her chest, fondling her ever swelling breasts as she continued to mindlessly consume the product which was so clearly altering her. Deep down she was concerned as to what was happening to her, but those concerns were utterly frozen by her brain freeze. In her state she was only capable of eating and swelling and squeezing and moaning.

When her breasts reached F cup, her hand gave one breast a firm but playful squeeze and she was shocked to feel a surge inside it as something spurted forth from her hard nipple. Droplets of white milk dribbled out afterwards as she groaned and circled her thumb over her nipple, feeling the jolt of pleasure as well as the wetness of her milk coating her thumb.

She brought her thumb to her mouth instead of the spoon for a second and tasted her creamy lactation. To her surprise it tasted just like the ice cream. Yet her brain was too frozen to mull on that thought. Instead she continued brainlessly toying with her nipples and kneading her chest as more milk flowed out. Each surge of liquid which dribbled messily down her chest brought a wave of arousal and satisfaction. All the while she was spooning ice cream into her mouth.

When she reached the bottom of this tub, she was in quite the state. Her breasts had expanded to an incredible G cup and a trail of milk trickled down her chest whilst at the same time her jaw hung open as she drooled a mixture of spit and melted ice cream past her lips and down her chin. Her mind was now taking longer to thaw and she couldn’t stop rubbing and massaging her fat tits and writhing in joy.

In a total daze, she once again glanced to the tub, entirely uninterested by the movie which had long since become background noise. This tub had a similar message on the side.

‘Big and Milky. Coconuts are big and milky, just like your swollen udders will be after you finish this tub of creamy coconut ice cream. Don’t forget to try our other flavours next!’

“Big and Milky...swollen udders...” she mumbled as she read the tub.

Now she was topless, leaking milk and drooling with her crotch growing just as damp as her swollen udders. But she still managed to stumble back to the kitchen for the final tub. After strolling back to the couch, drops of milk splashing carelessly to the floor along the way, she began her final tub.

This was her favourite flavour. The label called it Cow Feed but she recognized the chocolate taste the instant it hit her tongue. She shivered and raised the tub to her face and began to hungrily and frantically froce more and more of it past her lips.

The brain freeze this time was more potent and faster. It could have been the way she was eating it or the fact that her head was already assaulted by the utter numbness of continual brain freeze, but she didn’t care. She had long since grown used to it. It was just like her mind wasn’t there. She didn’t need it anyway. She just needed more of this wonderful ice cream.

Between desperate shoveling her hips grinded into one of her cushions and her inflated udders bounced mesmerizingly as she humped and jiggled and swallowed like a stupid and greedy cow. Moans became more sultry and slowly morphed as she continued.

“Mmmmm, Oooooohhh….mmmmmoooooo….mooooo….moooo….” she cooed with a dopey expression.

She hadn’t even noticed her moans transforming into moos. More and more, every piece of her mind was being reshaped as she willingly ate it up like the happy head of cattle she was soon becoming. Humping and leaking and mooing. Her mind was fading away as all that ice cream went straight to her head.

She finished this tub even faster than the others. By the time she was done, she barely knew where she was or even what she was. She knew she was horny. She knew her udders were heavy and full of milk and she wished they could be pulled and pumped properly. She knew her mind was frozen and she didn’t want it to unthaw. She wanted to keep eating lovely ice cream and leaking and mooing.

Then she noticed something on this tub.

‘Cow Feed. Eat it and feel your old thoughts fade as you become what you were always meant to be...a horny cow! Want more ice cream? Call us on 0842XXXXXX for delivery.”

Clara clumsily stumbled over to the phone and after a few attempts, managed to type in the number.

“Hello, horny cow ice cream, how can I help you today?” a friendly man answered.

“M-moooooooo!” was the first thing Clara said.

The man chuckled softly before responding “Ah, looking for delivery huh. We will send our people right away. Can you tell me your address?” he asked patiently.

It took some work for Clara to give the man her address. Her mind was a soft and frozen mush, like ice cream. She was just a dumb and dopey pair of udders. The whole time had one hand on her sloppy pussy, rubbing and fingering her folds as she spoke to the man, or tried to. Her moans and moos were obvious and constantly interrupting not just her speech but her own thoughts.

However, the man was patient and kind and helped the silly cow along the way. He also reassured her that everything would be fine and their people would arrive soon. She only hung up when she heard her doorbell ringing.

Opening the door eagerly, the two men who had arrived stared in awe at the woman who answered. Massive udders exposed and covered in trails of milk, she had one hand pinching her nipples and the other was under her shorts, working her slick slit as she gawked brainlessly at them.

Clara expected them to deliver ice cream to her, but instead they strapped a collar with a bell to her neck and led her outside. On the collar it read her name, or her new name as it would be. ‘Clarabelle’. The man she had spoken to must have taken liberties with her name after she told him. Not that Clarabelle actually cared. She stumbled forward, guided by the men to a trailer where she was pushed inside. Once inside she fell to her knees and she was too clumsy and dumb to stand back up.

There, she saw a few other women like her. Well, they didn’t exactly look like women anymore. With their enormous udders dangling from their chests and their dull and dimwitted expressions...plus the collars with bells which jangled as they crawled around on all fours. These were clearly livestock. Soft and curvy cows to be milked and bred.

Clarabelle was right at home. She mooed happily as the trailer sped away towards her new life.

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