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pseudowho · 1 month

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The Cock Ring

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"Hey," you whisper to him, the lights in the living room dim as he begins to bear down over you, your kisses moving from 'I've missed you', to 'fuck, I've really missed you' in under a minute. He hums questioningly, dipping down to nuzzle at your neck, trapping you down with his hips and twitching cock.

"I...bought something today. Close your eyes."

He pulls back momentarily, giving you a shrewd questioning look. You narrow your eyes at him, smiling, and move to close your legs. He's quick to play along.

"Alright, alright..." he sighs, but his breath catches when he feels you move to unzip him, the tips of your fingers grazing over his cock, hardening in his boxers. By the time you've fished his cock out, he's completely hard, his arms trembling as he suspends himself above you.

He gasps to feel something tight being stretched over his cockhead, being guided down and gently released at the base of his cock and balls. He's shuddering as he feels the blood thump through his rigid cock, in a way he hasn't before. You take advantage of his surprise, to push him back to the sofa, pushing his knees apart so you can kneel on the floor between them.

"Oh f-fuck...darling, I--"

"...shhhhh. I want to play with you."

The cock ring is tight, and his length has never looked so strained, so enormous and jerking weakly against his belly. He presses two fingers to the bridge of his nose, taking a single shaky breath in and out. His fists clench, his arms stretching out along the back of the sofa. Seeing you between his legs, eyes dewy and licking your lips at the sight of his engorged cock...he groans.

You hold him in your hand, feeling the weight of him, examining him with hungry curiosity. You can't help the shudder that leaves you as he whimpers, his hands furiously clenching and unclenching, face twisted in euphoric agony, squirming above you. You pump silky lube into your hands, far too much of it. Your eyes flick up to him as you wrap your fingers around his length again.

The way he moans as your wet little hand masturbates his rapidly reddening length, gets you through so many dark nights alone after this. He gasps, shuddering, hair mussed and flicking over his forehead, whining incoordinate babble at you.

"You're so beautiful," you whisper to him, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock, glossing your lips with his salty pre-cum, "...and so big...d'you wanna cum inside me, or...?"

"--I--I don't--I can't-- fuck, my love I...help me--"

He's offered a choice, and is woefully unable to decide for himself, every spark of pleasure aggressively amplified by the cuff trapping blood in his aching cock and balls. He humps up against the air spontaneously when you decide for him, letting go of his cock while he curses and sweats. He begs, incomprehensible nonsense, his cock too sore and too tight to be touched by anything less wet and velvety than your pussy.

You stand, undressing slowly before him, stripteasing, brushing yourself so softly against his poor electrified body. By the time you're straddling his lap, he's almost ready to spill.

He grasps your hips, holding you close with trembling desperation, afraid you'll leave him whimpering with a weeping engorged cock and balls like this.

"--please, darling-- I'll do anything--" You hush him again, a finger on his lips, and he bites it between his teeth, eyes fiery. You can feel him yank you above his cock, his arms locked over your hips to force you down.

You smirk, laughing and locking your knees, and he growls as you fight back against him, his eyes fixed on where he cock almost sheathes inside you.

"...no more fucking around," he chokes out, ready to burst, his length twitching against your entrance. He lets go of your hips briefly to bat your knees aside, and you fall with a squeak, crying out as you immediately impale on his slippery cock. He curses, spitting with need, feeling himself bottom out instantly. You mewl and twist, totally unable to release yourself from his savage insistence.

He's a pathetic mess in seconds, ramming you down onto him, thrusting up, sloppy and wet as his hypersensitive cock struggles to take the pleasure. He watches you squeak and cling onto him, breasts bouncing with his animalistic fucks, reaching out for him to anchor you, and he can't take it anymore it's just too much and his cock feels like it'll explode if he doesn't cum soon and--

He finishes with a shout, cumming uncontrollably. His moans trail off into fractured whimpers, his cock slipping out mid thrust, half of his seed spurting inside you and half spattering out onto your belly and mound. You're drenched in dripping thick white, his balls throbbing and tight and full inside the cock ring. He groans, stuttering and husky, face twisted into a desperate snarl at having been reduced to such a sloppy mess.

He wets his fingers with his cum, lathering it between your folds before reaching aside, grabbing the vibrating wand that you keep in the bag. He grips your wrists together in one hand, maxing the vibrations out on the wand and teasing it over your folds.

"Think it's funny, making me hypersensitive, do you? Let's see who's laughing, now."

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-- Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Higuruma Hiromi, Okkotsu Yuuta, Kong Shiu

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taintedbenevolence · 1 month

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"𝕯𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖒𝖊." — YANDERE DAN HENG · IMBIBITOR LUNAE x FEMALE READER

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 — nsfw, short prompt 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — Not proofread! Use of profanities, non-consensual display of affection, obsessive & possessive behavior, (brief insinuations/mentions of) breeding kink. Dan Heng bites and marks reader. notation: any character participants are aged 18 and up. just for the record. I don't write sexual content for minors. please know that.

"I warned you," he huffed with mild irritation, as he thrusted himself inside of you for what seemed to be another, countless time. "Don't test me."

It was a bad enough idea when you had decided to argue, telling him that you'd find a way out, pointing out all the individual flaws of the manner in which he kept you trapped.

You'd begun to find solutions to your inescapable cage with this man, and it filled him with indignation, because he was entirely enraptured by you, and he refused to let you go. The very thought of you escaping was something he couldn't stand.

Being all alone was the last thing he needed. Break his arms and legs, but he'll cling to you like there's no one else he loves more and needs.

But seeing as how you'd decided to try and make an attempt to escape, he had zero intent to let you go now, more than ever. He pondered on just what he'd do to finally ingrain in your head somewhere that you were not going to be leaving – not anytime soon, nor any time later.

He was fine doing anything and everything to keep you by his side.

He'd pump you full of his seed, fill you up with his cum day and night, if it'd remind you that you had no one and no place to go but him and only him, that you were meant to stay with him forever. You would be his and his alone. Right?

He couldn't bear the thought of someone else taking you away from him. With all that he's gone through, he at the very least deserves this. Wouldn't you agree?

Even so, you'd grown accustomed to the feel of your wrists bound by chains and cuffs above your head, your ankles tied down similarly whilst his tail coils around your waist, holding you down in place as he pushes in and out of you.

All nice and tied up, open and ready to take whatever was going to ruin you tonight. Would it be his fingers, his tongue, or his cock this time?

It was a chilling feeling that never failed to scare you—the feeling of helplessness that the Vidyadhara always managed to incite within you. It terrified you—to be taken advantage of in such way without being able to do anything about it.

Whether his carnal instincts were led by his previous incarnation or not, you had not the slightest idea, and frankly, you didn't really want to know either.

All you could do was stay down while he fucked your brains out. ... You should probably watch your mouth the next time you're mad.

He drinks up your mewls, your abused, puffy hole unable to handle any more, but he licks your tears away, seemingly uncaring about how you beg him to stop. In his eyes, this is a punishment. If you keep acting like this, he really won't be able to be as kind as he wishes to be.

He doesn't mean to hurt you, and if you'd let him, oh how he'd worship your body without leaving a single mark, but he can't help himself if you keep behaving yourself like a brat. Please, can't you comply at the very least once? Would it kill you to show some acceptance for him?

Maybe.

And with how many times he has cum inside you, it upsets him that you really can't be impregnated by him. It'd delight him to see your belly swollen with his baby, but alas, it's only a fantasy.

A fantasy that he can't help but try to indulge in every time he fucks you raw.

Perhaps it's a little wrong of him to enjoy how much you cry whenever he does this to you. Just maybe. Maybe. Your cheeks all red, stained with tears, pretty puffed lips all swollen because of his rough, frequent kisses — it makes his heart swell.

He loves it. He loves you.

His face is nuzzled up in the crook of your neck, teeth sinking into the soft skin, leaving numerous red marks that most likely will stay for a long time, if not forever, his mouth moving to leave more bruises upon your skin to claim you as his own.

"Dan Heng—" You manage to moan, almost choking on your tears, feeling him push in and out with a rapidity you cannot measure. "'ts too much, 'm cumming, please, a-ah—!"

It's all too much. It hurts too much. You feel too much. Too much pain, too much pleasure, it's all mixing up and your brain by now has been reduced to mush, your words a babbling mess as you whine, whine, and whine, to a point where you don't know how you have not lost your voice.

"Mine, mine, mine, please, s' good," you hear him murmur incoherently to you, the only sound left in the area being the wet squelch, the slapping sounds of skin against skin, your unstable cries, and your sobbing along with his sweet moans as he makes love to you. "P-please, don't leave, mgh-"

Any trace of his gentle demeanor was thrown away from the moment he had you pressed on the mattress. There was only a burning need left in him.

A need only you could satiate. An obsession that would never end.

And for what he's done to you, he knows you harbor hate, but he knows it makes you feel good, so why play pretend? ♡

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A / N - It's a little shorter than usual, sorry </3 Writer's block has been absolutely demolishing me, but I'm hanging in there, I've got a few requests which I'm almost done with rn.. Sorry for the inactivity, I'll be hopefully posting more often if I'm not too burnt-out. Getting this one out so I can finally publish the Neuvi request..

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rafescurtainbangz · 4 months

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Mile High Club; Rafe Cameron One Shot +18

Minor DNI

Rafe x female reader

Rafe takes you on the Cameron's Private Jet and smut ensues

Warning: SMUT, Sex on a PJ, lots of pet names, lovey Rafe, takes out his phone and records that sh!t, unprotected p in v, what's a plot

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"Get over here," he growls playfully, reaching for you and tugging you over. You giggle delightedly as you climb on, taking a seat on his lap. Rafe’s hands impatiently wrap around your waist. The next moment, his lips are on yours, kissing you deeply, tongues rolling slow.

"I love you, baby." He hums, kissing you one last time before throwing his head back. "We're alone. Isn't it fucking nice?"

"So nice," you whisper, lips greeting his skin, kissing him softly as you work up to his ear. Rafe’s strong hands skim lower, circling your ass before squeezing it. "So, Rafey..."

"Mmm... Y/N."

"How private is this jet?"

He lets out an unholy chuckle, seizing your hips; drawing your body flush with his. "Very, very private, Y/N. What do you have in mind?"

You walk over to your weekend bag, grabbing a few things. "Hold onto these?" You walk over to him slowly, resting the cuffs in his hands. "Do you want to use these now or-"

"Is that even a question," he cuts you off, a sinful smirk licked on his perfect lips as he pulls one side open with ease. His eyes flick to yours, making your heart skip a beat; icy blue, brimming with lust.

Rafe rises from his seat, body clashing with yours, hands working into your hair. His kiss is deep, tongue slipping through your lips again as he uses his grip to draw you even closer.

"I'm so addicted to you, Y/N..." His hand brushes your thigh, toiling higher, disappearing under your dress. You feel yourself start to throb. "Your voice; this fuckin' body..." he groans.

You take a little breath as his fingers glide along your clothed slit. Rafe ghost circles on top of the delicate material. "And this fuckin' pussy, baby." You feel him smile against your lips as he touches your wetness. "I can't get enough."

"Fuck," you whimper against his plush lips. Rafe bites down, giving yours a soft tug.

"Are you gonna let me fuck you anyway I want?" He groans.

"Any way you want - I'm all yours, Rafe."

"I can't wait to please you all weekend, Y/N... I want you to feel me next week."

"Use me."

He chuckles, darkly. "Hurry up, baby."

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You pluck out a pair of blood-red stockings, rolling them on, red lace trim, clutching your thighs. Eyeing yourself in the mirror, you take one last glimpse at your body, adorned in a mess of rouge lace and straps.

Shit. He's going to lose his mind. Heels? He'd love that. You step into the black glossy pumps, feeling your excitement bubble over.

Roaming into the cabin, the lights are drawn low again; soft music plays, setting the perfect ambiance. Rafe turns, his gape greeting yours, sprawled back in the chair. "Holy fuck," he mumbles, eyes rolling back, hastily moving to his feet.

He studies your body as he strolls toward you—nothing on his muscular frame but a pair of white boxer briefs. You study him as well; his hair drawn back, showing off his chiseled jaw. He wets his pouty bottom lip; eyes, meeting yours again.

"I love you... Y/N. So fucking much."

"I love you too, Rafe."

His rough hands take a grip on your hips, pulling you nearer. He rests his forehead against yours, breathing softly with you. "I have never wanted anything as much as I want you."

"I feel the same way," you whisper, warmly.

"I can't wait to please you, Y/N... With my hands, with my mouth, with my cock. Any way I can, as much as I can."

"Don't make me wait." Rafe's lips crash into yours, claiming your mouth, hungry and breathless. He nips at your lip again, harder, pulling out a breathy moan, making him echo the same.

He picks you up effortlessly, bringing you into his arms, bodies melding as one. You grind your hips into him, feeling the warmth of his skin against your crotchless panties, your essence transferring to his warm skin. Your kiss gets rougher, demanding more; Rafe matches your passion without hesitation.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby," he mutters. "I wanna hear you scream my name."

"Mmm... What if they hear," you whisper, tongue skimming along his bottom lip.

"Let 'em."

Fuck, Rafe.

He sets you down, keeping you close, not wanting to lose contact. "Turn around," he grunts. You climb onto the chair, cool leather against the heat of your bare skin, hands pressed against the back.

"Did you wear these so I could fuck 'em off, angel?" He snickers as he takes a grip on the spikes of your heels. You bite your lip and nod as your eyes lock with his. "Mmm... That's my girl."

He pinches the elastic of his boxers; working them off his body; cock stiff, smacking roughly against his tanned skin. Rafe's focus shifts, watching his own hands as they work up the back of your calves to your thighs.

Rafe snaps the red lace against your skin, chuckling wickedly. He brushes your hair to the side, kissing you softly on the shoulder, hands working back down again. "Fuck me," Rafe mutters; as he sails two thick fingers along your soaked pussy making you moan. "So damn wet."

You feel a loss of his touch; Rafe's eyes are still on you as he steps closer. You look over your shoulder, offering him your wrists, resting them on the small of your back. He gives you a devilish smirk. "Mmm... Good fucking girl." Rafe locks the metal. "Too tight?"

"Just right."

"Beautiful." His fingers trail your spine as he works his way to his knees, pressing a soft kiss against your bound hands.

He snatches your hips, drawing you nearer, adding a sway to your spine, giving him better access. Rafe praises you softly; the warmth of his words, hot against your arousal, sends chills across your body.

His tongue meets your sensitive flesh, gliding gently through your silk. You let out a needy whimper, resting your head against the back of the chair as you concentrate on his touch.

Fuck. He knows what he's doing.

His tongue swirls around your entrance, teasing you for a moment before pushing deep; an airy cry slips your lips. "Rafe... Fuck, baby. That feels so good," you groan.

Rafe's lips lock on your sensitive bud, sucking and flicking his tongue. Your thighs start to quiver; your heart, is racing a little faster.

His hand trails up your legs. Mmm... Those fingers. You feel your body physically aching for them deep inside you, pussy throbbing in anticipation.

His hands pull back. You look about, pathetically; your breath quickly robbed as he plunges his cock into you roughly, body doubling over on the seat, making you cry out. Rafe tightens his grip on your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he drills into you again.

"Y/N... Mmm. So fucking wet," he moans huskily, increasing his tempo, skin clapping skin as he bottoms you out completely. You feel his hand dive forward, working between your thighs.

"Oh my god," you squeal as he runs quick circles on top.

Rafe slows his pace, rolling his hips skillfully; the smacking of your thighs is replaced with the sounds of his dick working in and out of your drenched pussy. He grabs the chain, pulling you back, working himself in at a different angle, the curve of his cock kissing your sweet spot.

"Yes, baby. Right there," you groan.

"Y/N... You look so fucking good; so damn beautiful, baby. Can I take a picture? Please-"

"Take a video." You look back at him sinfully.

"Fuckkk," he mumbles as he continues to take you from behind. Rafe reaches over, grabs his phone, turning on the flash.

"I can't wait to watch this every night we're apart, Y/N... Look at you, princess. Look at this fuckin' ass." Rafe snaps his hips a little harder, making your curves bounce with each roll as he yanks the chain a little more.

You feel your pleasure start to build, your walls closing in around him. "Can you cum for me, baby girl," he growls.

You answer with his name, releasing from your lips; pussy rippling around his cock. A burst of ecstasy courses through your veins. He doesn't stop, keeping pace, working you through your orgasm; toes, curling; heels, tumbling to the floor. He lets out a devilish chuckle.

"Rafe... Holy fuck," you pant, drawing a shivering inhale as you feel the aftershocks of your orgasm; Rafe’s hips grind slowly, gliding effortlessly through your release. He lowers his phone, getting a better view. A smirk spreads on his lips as he gets the perfect shot; his long cock, pulling in and out, glistening with your wetness; capturing every noise.

Rafe shuts off the camera, tossing it to the little side table. You take over, grinding and throwing your ass back. "Goddamn," he rasps, slapping your cheek.

"My turn."

"Your turn, Y/N?"

"Mmm... Mhmm, baby."

"Shit... How did I get so lucky?" He soughs as he opens the binds.

You look up at him through your lashes, taking the cuffs hooked on his finger. "Let me take care of you, Rafey."

"I love you... Have I said that already?" His hands wrap around the back of your neck; pressing your mouth against his. Your mind is hazy, blissed out from your climax.

I can't wait to make him feel the same.

"Sit," you demand.

Rafe relaxes into the chair, leg pitched out, blue eyes luring you closer. "Hands behind your head." He smiles lustfully, complying with your demands. His muscular arms flex as his fingers lock. You walk toward him slowly, climbing onto his lap again, reaching for his wrist.

He's still eager to please, tongue grazing your nipple, capturing you between his rosy lips, sucking roughly. You grab his other wrist as he works to the other side.

Fuck, this man is heaven.

You stare down at him, bound and in your control. His dick is achingly stiff; cum, gathered on his tip.

Reaching over, you grab his phone, clicking record again, propping it against a champagne bottle. "Y/N... Jesus Christ," he groans, biting back a moan as you slip to your knees.

Rafe's lips part in anticipation as you near his cock; quickly licking a line up his shaft, eyes boring into his hooded gaze. You swirl your tongue around his velvety head.

Taking him to the back of your throat, you gag on his length, making his abs flex. The metal clinks as the cuffs tighten. Mmm... You like that? You do it again and again. "Y/N, fuck!" Rafe bellows. You moan onto his cock, hearing his lucid pleasure.

"Mmm... Suck it, baby. Just like that," he pleads, tossing his head back. You drop your hands, gripping his thighs, feeling his muscles stiffen under your grasp. "You make me feel so good. Fuck me, Y/N. Please."

You climb onto his lap again, clutching his dick in your fist, aligning yourself with his head, swirling as you meet his stare. "Use. Me," he grunts. "I don't wanna stop 'til you cum again," Rafe whispers the words breathlessly against your lips as you sit down, sinking lower and lower on his cock, feeling the delicious stretch.

A soft whimper leaves your lips; a smile felt against your kiss. He knows you're close. So fucking close.

Wrapping your hands around the back of his neck, you ride slowly. His addled gaze drinking in every angle, drunk on pleasure, wasted on the feeling. You slam a needy kiss against his mouth, incoherent words falling from your lips onto his.

"I'm almost there," You gasp as you take hold of the chain between his wrists, tugging at it as you start to bounce.

"Y/N. Mmm... Shit." His eyes slam shut, mouth falling open, head thrown back against the seat as he floods you with his seed.

"I'm gonna cum, Rafe," you cry. He raises his hips, lifting you up, ramming into your cunt as your pleasure runs its peak. You hit your precipice; bliss surging through your system yet again.

Your body relaxes around him. Rafe crashes back down onto the seat, eyes lowering, watching as his climax slips from your pussy onto his swollen cock.

"Holy shit," he huffs, releasing a satisfied breath. You reach for the cuffs, unhooking them listening as they fall to the floor. Rafe wraps his body in yours, sanctuary found in his arms as he holds you tight. You look into his eyes; a wide grin spreads on his lips. "I fuckin’ love you, baby.”

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meowpupp · 4 months

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tw// rough sex, bondage, not proof read, price is mean (shock horror ik)

i wasn’t gonna post this yet but i just couldn’t resist.

price tries so hard. He is an owner who firmly believes in positive re-enforcement, praising you when you're good, and ignoring you when you're bad. But even he has a limit.

For the past week, you've been a brat. You've broken into the treats twice, ignored his commands and you even tried to bite him. He tries everything he knows, spanking you, taking your toys away, even smacking you across the face, but nothing works.

That's when he decides enough is enough. You need a real mean punishment, something to remind you how nice he is. How well he treats you.

So, he visits the vet. He buys a cream that’s made to numb the skin. Its specially made for hybrids, to use as a form of punishment. It'll take away any physical feeling, leaving you understimulated, while still keeping that uncontrollable need for release.

Part of price feels bad, he shouldn't enjoy the thought of fucking you while you can't feel a thing as much as he does, but he really cant help it

He waits, like a predator stalking prey, watching for the smallest slip up. All it takes is for you to speak with the slightest hint of attitude, and then he pounces.

within seconds he has you on the bed, legs spread, cunt exposed to his sadistic gaze. One hand holds your thighs apart, the other reaching for the tube of numbing cream. Your eyes are wide as you watch, your body squirming. A mix of fear and curiosity courses through your veins and it only heightens when price slaps your thigh. “Stay still.”

Your clit twitches as he smears the cold, white cream over it. He grins, watching the way your thighs tense and your hips buck. Price revels in the slow realisation that spreads over your face, you cant feel a thing.

your thighs twitch, ears pressing flat against your head as your pout. “can’t- price! can’t feel anything!” your voice is high pitched, slightly panicked, your hands reach down to try to stimulate your clit.

price huffs, momentarily pausing his actions as he retrieves a pair of handcuffs, securing both your wrists to the head board.

your body stretches out, back forming a natural arch as you’re rendered helpless. you try to squirm but it’s fruitless. your body is completely exposed and vulnerable to him.

price grins, eyes devouring the image of you. his hands grope your tits, thumbs brushing across your nipples before he glides his hands further down. they follow the curve of your waist, his hands big enough to cover almost your entire stomach.

“so pretty, but such a brat,” it’s almost as if he’s talking to himself, eyes half lidded as they drift up and down your body. “maybe you learn to be a good girl if your cunt is numb.” he leans forward, kissing the hallow of your neck. his lips continue their trail, beard brushing your skin as he kisses down your chest, then stomach, until his face is level with your cunt.

he noses your clit, grinning when you don’t react. the cream is doing exactly what he wanted it to. “what’s wrong pup?” his breath is hot against you, beard itching your thighs, “doesn’t it feel good?” his eyes meet yours, lower half of his face buried between your legs.

they’re mean, filled with amusement at your inability to feel pleasure. his arms wrap around your thighs, burying himself fully in your cunt.

he laps at your clit, swirling his tongue around the nerves before sucking. all you can feel is the scratch of his beard, the way he holds you firm. your hands pull desperately against the cuffs, hips bucking into his face as you seek the pleasure you’ve become so accustomed to.

after a moment, once his face is covered in slick, he pulls back. his beard is slick, eyes sharp as he looks over your flushed form. he almost seems like a predator, enjoying your every twitch and whine. “i know, im so mean, aren’t i?” a hand comes to your tummy, rubbing over the soft pudge before moving to your cunt, “how bout i make you feel better, hm?”

you’re too busy babbling and squirming to notice how he coats two of his fingers in the numbing cream, right before he stuffs your cunt full with them.

the sensation of his fingers inside you only lasts a second, then it’s completely stripped away. it’s almost funny the way your cunt clenches around his fingers, seeking out an ounce of stimulation it can. price laughs under his breath, drinking in the scene. you’re panting, body tense and hot, the overwhelming need to cum burning in your gut. he tilts his head, a sick smirk spreading across his face.

“you look so pathetic,” he pulls his fingers out, wiping the slick on your thighs, “maybe i should take some photos, give them to my recruits,” he grips your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet his, “would you like that? knowing men you don’t even know are cumming on photos of you?”

you can barely process his words, tears starting to stream down your face. little whimpers fill the room, a pretty pout on your face.

price just laughs, shaking your head side to side roughly before letting go. his hands slide down to your thighs, spreading your cunt wide as he lines himself up. “let’s see if this cunt’s still useful, even if you can’t feel a fucking thing.”

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kisses4lao · 5 months

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Lin Kuei bros get pegged like little bitches

I had someone DM me asking me to do this so no request window :( sad

Tw/cw: separate hcs, hand cuffs in Tomas' part, Bi Han being a bitch, pegging obviously, AFAB reader rimming and anal fingering(m! receiving)

No beta I will die like a man

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Bi Han

No.

This man is not letting you anywhere NEAR his ass.

It took him an extremely long time to consider it, but once he did start thinking about it, it was only a matter of time before he actually let you.

You guys ended up having as long talk about it, mainly for Bi Hans comfortability.

When you guys actually got to the session, it was a lot of stretching. Like, a lot.

Bi han hasn't really ever thought of putting something up is ass and because of that he isn't stretched. So, like a good girlfriend, you did it for him.

A fuck ton of lube later and you'd be pushing the strap slowly inside him.

He was trying his hardest not to make any sounds and make it seem like he wasn't having a good time, but you could see his face twitching in pleasure as you pushed in further.

You stay for a minute or two for him to adjust, as per request, and you could see his chest rising up and down, much faster than usual. His breath became heavy and he was holding the sheets slightly. He was enjoying this, but he wasn't going to admit it.

Once you did start moving, every small bit of his facade started to fade. He was desperately gripping at anything he could: the sheets, pillows, you. Anything.

He was desperately holding onto you as his head fell back in pleasure, biting his bottom lip so hard he ended up bleeding.

Slowly, his groans became more and more audible. His fingernails were digging into you harshly as his cock began twitching and leaking precum.

He'd be cursing under his breath and you could hear him silently begging for release, saying please over and over

Once he did cum, it was the harshest you've ever seen. He'd let out a guttural moan as ropes of cum would spew out of his cock, painting both you and himself.

He'd be practically panting throughout the entire aftercare. His head would still be back as he overcame his high and he'd flinch at your touch.

He wouldn't look you in the eyes afterwards. He'd have a rosy blush painted across his face as he'd avoid your gaze.

He'd give it a 2.5/10. He'd pretend he didn't like it, but deep down, he gives it a 9/10. He's probably thinking about asking you to peg him more often

Kuai Liang

Very open to try it. You propose the idea to him, explain what it is, and he's willing to try it

Kuai Liang seems like the type of person that would try anything at least once, and pegging is no exception. When you get the strap and show it to him, it suddenly hits him that he's about to do this, but he overcomes that when he sees how excited you are

He was admittedly nervous, but having you rim him was all he needed to get that out of his head.

When you begin to ease in the strap, he's begging you to move, almost immediately after it's all the way in.

When you do start moving, he's squirming. Like, everywhere.

Hes panting like a dog and he can't keep still, his hands are very indecisive on where he thinks they should be, flying from your waist, to the bedsheets, to the pillows, to your waist again, to settling on hanging onto the headboard.

He'd probably also be crushing you with his thighs. Like, instinctively, youre in-between them and so he's wrapping them around you, pulling you closer while also crushing you.

He probably wouldn't last long, you can see him twitching after a few minutes and he cums soon after.

Luckily, he's pretty vocal during sex, so he was also vocal here. He was showing you he was being pleasured, so he has to give it a good score, right?

He gives it a 6.5/10. He doesn't dislike it, far from it, but he'd do it very sparingly

He was also very energetic afterwards and insisted on pleasuring you, something he'd much rather do than get himself off.

Tomas

100% recommended it.

He even went out and bought one for you to use before asking 😭

Once you said yes he'd be ECSTATIC

He's always been really into rimming/anal fingering so stretching him out was no problem.

He'd probably like... Want you to handcuff him to the bed before you pegged him.

Full on CUFFED to the bed. Legs too probably he a freak like that

Hes probably really into sensory deprivation which is why he wanted his first time to be like this, would probably go vanilla next time around

Once you got the strap in, he wants you to move, like, immediately

He's begging for you to move

So you do

And he cannot handle it

He's squirming, he's twitching, he's trying to touch you but he can't. All of them above. And he loves it.

He can feel you hit his g spot I've and over and his head falls back, mouth agape as he moans your name repeatedly

His back began to arch and you can see his cock twitch repeatedly. At this point, you can't even see his face, but you know it's contorted

Also wouldn't last long. Like, at all. He's so sensitive and knowing you, his girlfriend, is pegging him, something he always wanted, has him cumming very early.

He wouldn't be lying if he said this exact scenario has gone through his head consistently

And because of that, he practically screams your name as he releases

Back still arched, he'd be thanking you over and over for doing this and he'd fall asleep immediately after

He'd rate it a 10/10. Most definitely asking you to peg him multiple times a week now

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A/N:eil Gaiman????? What are you doing in my falafel??!!

#mortal kombat smut #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat x reader smut #bi han mortal kombat #bi han x reader #bi han smut #bi han x reader smut #kuai liang x reader smut #kuai liang x reader #kuai liang smut #tomas vrbada #tomas vrbada x reader #tomas vrbada smut #tomas vrbada x reader smut #lin kuei x reader

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luveline · 8 months

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could you do one with aaron or spencer?

maybe reader and hotch/reid are on a case together and end up being taken hostage by the perp and then reader has a panic attack while they’re stuck, just them two and the perp in the room, and hotch/reid comforts her??

💕💕

ty for ur request ♡ —hotch calms you down when you panic while being held prisoner. fem!reader, 1.1k

cw criminal minds typical gore and violence, reader having a panic attack

The floor is spotted with blood spots like black mould, a fine spray of dark red interrupted by the place where you'd been kneeling. Pulled back now, the unsub has you handcuffed to a pipe under a snug sink, short, your neck bent to fit. You think I won't fucking kill you? Sit still.

You're trapped. Tied and trapped, waiting for the unsub to snap. And the worst part is that Hotch is here to watch it happen.

Hotch tried to de-escalate the situation, and for the most part it worked, but the unsub has yet to let you go. He stands panting and lilting from side to side, barrel of a gun tapping bruises into his temple. Every thwack makes you jump, sure that this will be the moment he turns his pistol on you. You're trained for this, you know what to do, but training can't prepare you for the reality of a hopeless situation.

You're going to die here. Hotch is going to die here.

You can't breathe. Legs crossed, you're slouched into yourself, the flat of your chest tight like the air has been suctioned from your lungs. The room is dark, shadows bouncing in the corners. The only light comes from a yellow strip above the sink mirror.

"Fucking stupid," the unsub mutters, his voice choked with tears. "Stupid, stupid." He sounds agonised.

You've all the raw panic of a bear trapped in metal maws, sharp pain at your wrist like certain death. You've given up on breaking free, rivulets of blood streaking from the broken skin ringing your arm down to your elbow. Every breath teases another drop.

"Breathe," Hotch says, the metal on his cuff rattling. It's the first time he's moved since he woke up, a picture of calm while you'd been ragging yourself raw. "Y/N, listen to me… Take a nice, deep breath."

"Shut up! Did I say you could talk?" the unsub seethes.

"My talking won't affect how this situation ends," Hotch says, with the gentle tone he uses while speaking to victims. "But if she panics, you won't be able to control her. I can calm her down."

"Shut up shut up! Make her shut up!"

Hotch's handcuffs rattle again. "Y/N, give me your hand. Reach out for me." You shake your head, your one free hand wedged between your legs. "Reach out for me. Please."

You try to keep your gasping contained, that pushing, pulling war for air, a pervasive ache all the way to your fingers. You slide your hand across the floor. Hotch can't reach you fully, but he can lay his fingertips on top of yours. They're cold for once.

The unsub changes his mind, irate, a hacking cough of a voice as he grabs you by the back of the head and forces you up, ripping your hand away from Hotch's. "Fucking useless bitch. Keep your head up or I'll kill you. I'll kill you."

You bite back a sob. You truly can't breathe, the panic attack twisting and twisting like a hand between your ribs, a corkscrew opener, your hyperventilating a white hot heat that eats up your throat.

"You have to let me calm her down," Hotch says.

The unsub grabs you by the hair and turns to Hotch with fury on his face. You frown at Hotch through tears in a plea for help, knowing there's nothing he can do and wanting it desperately anyways. His eyes set, the line between his brows deepening, and his voice hardens.

"I promise you that if you keep hurting her, I'll pay it back tenfold," Hotch says.

The unsub lets you go, but his voice is dripping with smarm as he drawls, "Opposed to the gentle care I'd receive otherwise."

Hotch pulls at his cuff, the radiator pipe it clings to buckling but not breaking under his strength. The unsub doesn't like this, doesn't like anything, and his splitting personality shifts away from cruelty and toward regret once again. He retreats to his corner.

"You're okay," Hotch whispers, ignoring the other body in the room. "Honey, you're alright." He has a talent for surprising you, the pet name he uses like a soft touch even while your hands are bound and you're held apart. "It's going to be okay. I promise you that."

"I'm– I can't breathe," you force out.

"Yes you can. I'll do it with you."

Hotch looks at you steadily. "Breathe," he mouths, his face relaxing. He forms an 'o' with his lips and demonstrates a slow exhale, a bigger inhale.

You follow his command. Hotch holds your gaze for what feels like hours but is more like ten minutes. He breathes in and out with a reassuring look about him, as though the unsub isn't there, as though you aren't both covered in blood and sitting in the gore of a dead calf.

Your terrified panting turns to sorry sobs and then to gutted sniffles. Later, you'll feel embarrassed for losing your cool at a time that was so high stakes. Now, you unfold your legs and stretch them out, pressing the side of your shoe to Hotch's. He presses back

Morgan finds you, of course. You never should've doubted him. He floods the building with SWAT and takes your unsub alive personally. He's an amazing agent, a better friend —when he uncuffs you, he pretends not to see the way you crawl toward Hotch.

Emily uncuffs Hotch at the same time, his big hand quick to hold your face. Then, in the same second, he wraps his arms around your shaking shoulders.

"I'm sorry," you say, remorse thick on your tongue, apology squeezed out like a scared little kid's.

"Careful of your hand, your wrist. Don't hurt yourself worse." His voice drops to a murmur, for your ears alone. "Don't panic yourself again. Everything's okay." His hand moves down your back slowly, firmer now, "I got you."

"Actually, I've got you," Morgan says. "Can you guys walk, or should I call in the EMTs?"

Emily scoffs. "Morgan."

Hotch drops his head back against the wall and sighs a long-suffering sigh. You can't see the relieved slouch of his shoulders, or the daunted look he sends Morgan. Your panic took more out of him than he's willing to show you.

"I'll call them in," Morgan says decisively.

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kaeyx · 8 months

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I cant stop thinking about it, so i must ask what do you think are chuuya and dazai's favorite way to fuck their reader? When they are apart and together?? * - *

Tbh I had a pretty shit day so thinking about this is rlly helping

Under a cut because it got long!

Apart I'd say Chuuya prefers missionary or riding, I feel like he'd like to see his partner's face and be able to kiss them and hold them as close as he can. Though I'm forever in love with the thought of Chuuya fucking you in doggy and slowly devolving into pushing your head into the bed, pulling your arms out from under you and holding them behind your back as he curls over you, getting more and more brutal, literally fucking you into the mattress... sigh <3

Dazai might like facing you too, but he's always going to be pulling your legs onto his shoulders and trying to bend you in half with his sheer weight, pressing into you to the base and bruising your cervix. Also fucking you from behind but while spooning, lifting one of your legs up and sliding into you without hurry, just rocking his hips and grinding into you, enjoying the closeness.

And that's just basic, since both are fucked up little shits. Gagging you or tying you up is never off the table, as well as plugging you up before or after use so you're either ready for them or their mess stays inside you all day. Chuuya is more private but Dazai is a complete fiend and he'd adore sending you on little errands with a vibrator taped snug against your clit, maybe even after putting a load in you so you can feel it slowly drip down your thigh while you try not to squirm.

As for together, they'd definitely try double penetration at least once. Either one in each hole or both in one, spending a good hour kissing you and stroking you and fingering you open until you're nearly crying, begging them to just fill you up already. Also, laying on top of/against one while the other fucks you or eats you out. Imagine clawing at Chuuya's shirt while you cum, feeling him pet your head and pat your cheek, cooing at you, Dazai's hand gripping your hips hard enough to bruise while he takes you from behind.

They could also leave you stuffed full of both their cum, I can't decide who would enjoy seeing the mess drip out of you more. Or fingering it back in, or licking it out of you. Anything you can think of, one of them will be into it.

There's definitely going to be competition though. Who can get you to cry more, moan louder, say their name more times. You're going to be completely covered in bites, bruises, scratches, maybe cuff or burn marks. They're both trying to claim you of course but also covering up the other's marks, so you'll permanently look like you fell off a cliff.

#chuuya.bsd #dazai.bsd #chuuya x reader #asks.answered #dazai x reader #dazai x y/n #chuuya x y/n #chuuya smut #dazai smut #poly!skk

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celestewritesstuff · 1 year

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HxH Adult Trio NSFW Headcanons

i might make one of these for Kite too

it took me a min to get into it. so chrollo's is half-assed :D it’s also short but you’re already here, aren’t u

cw: i'm pretty sure its gender neutral. 86% sure. usage of pet, pretty, mentions of strong bdsm in illumi, honestly i think it's mentioned/implied in the other two it's just. a lot in illumi. yea thats all.

Chrollo

he's not very picky about how he gets you, as long as he gets to ravage your body

but his favorite position would probably be doggystyle if he had to choose something

just the raw, barbaric way he would hit it from the back. you would be seeing stars guaranteed

the sloppy sounds it would make too

he probably likes it because he wouldn't need to worry about his looks whilst enjoying you. he can just go crazy

and we wouldn't complain now would we

but the noises he'd make would be the best part of intercourse with him

because once you get him, naked, behind you, bending you over, you'll hear things like

"such a pretty thing for me"

"only I get to see you like this"

"take it like the good pet you are"

(not even mentioning his pretty groans when you squeeze his cock on purpose)

just overall very animalistic, very fast but multiple rounds

9 inches btw

Illumi

when i tell you this man is so underrated by the fandom. he would be so good at it!!

because as a trained assassin he's been taught to know reactions and where pressure points in the body are

and not to mention the fact that he knows how to torture. and the best kinds too. you can't convince me he doesnt know sexual torture. because he definitely does

but with you... maybe only for the first few times, but he'd want to be soft. he'd want to take it slow and show you that he can be a gentleman if only in the bed

gentle slow strokes in missionary as he holds you close to his body, enjoying your gentle whines and soft sighs

but after the first few times

oh boy

you're in for it, huh

it would just slowly get better and better. he'd bring in new things, like cuffs, ropes, the bar, wax, etc.

every time he would try to spice it up with you just to see what you liked the most

because he's just fascinated with the way your body reacts to things. the way your hips would push up into him when his hands trailed down your body, as you were blindfolded

or your legs quivering after an intense orgasm with the bar attached to your ankles

idk. he'd just be into everything and anything. it would just take times for him to bring it up

Hisoka

like illumi and chrollo but in the best way possible

he wants to see you whine and cry and beg and just become an absolute mess beneath him

he doesn't care as long as there's tears

obviously into edging. you can't expect intercourse without it unless he's had a terrible day and just needs release

even then he might edge you, and just get his own climax. and leave you to yourself.

idk he's hard to read. but when he wants to?

he. will. be. the. best. you've. ever. HAD.

anything you want to do he'll try. he won't hesitate to try because he could like it too seeing as how sadistic he is

he strikes me as a doggystyle kinda guy as well as chrollo

probably not a constant top but will always be in charge.

also a frequent connoisseur of cowgirl and reverse cowgirl, but he's going to be plowing into you at all times whilst you're up there

pulling at your hair, bringing your neck to his mouth in a semi-full nelson

biting and sucking whilst your downstairs is being absolutely destroyed

doesn't matter if you're on top at this point, you will be shaking and crying

begging for more or to stop, either way he's going till you've passed out.

overall? absolutely nuts

and that is all thx for reading xoxo

#hisoka smut #illumi smut #chrollo smut #hisoka imagine #hisoka x reader #hisoka x reader smut #illumi zoldyck smut #illumi x reader #illumi x reader mut #illumi imagine #chrollo lucilfer smut #chrollo x reader smut #hxh smut #hxh imagine #hxh x reader smut #chrollo x reader #hunter x hunter smut #hunter x hunter imagine

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viovicugna · 1 year

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Headcanons about the Obey Me brothers (Mammon, Leviathan, Lucifer, Belphagor and Beelzebub)

Mammon

• Mammon does a little dance when he gets excited, mostly after winning something. He calls it 'the Mammon Groove' everyone else calls it cute stupid.

• He talks very loudly and can't always control it, due to ADHD.

• He heckles like ~ kekekeke ~ when he plans a new get-rich-quick scheme. And lets out a bird like scream when he gets scared. That's why no one enjoys watching horror movies with Mammon. It sounds like they're strangling a turkey.

• He picks on his food. Eats little bites from everything in no order. Lucifer tried making him quit because he's very messy while doing it. But it didn't work, has since given up.

• He's really good at mimicking voices, only Lucifer can tell when it's Mammon.

• Mammon will hoard anything shiny under his bed and forget about it. So there's like forks from the year 1469 that he once stole from the Queen or smt.

Leviathan

• Levi doesn't have to blink in his Demon and True Form. His eyes are covered with thin, see through scales, his eyes have a shiny, iridescent look to them because of it.

• He forgets to blink in his Human Form, so his eyes are often irritated and dry. They're constantly reddened and teary due to it. Asmo hates it and forces him to take eye drops. Like literally forces, he holds him down-

• He picks at his skin a lot. MC freaked out when he pealed off a chunck of his arm skin. But no worries, his skin is thick and he has more layers than humans.

• Has a slight lisp because snake.

• Hisses when he's being dramatic. "Levi get up-" "HIZZZZZZZ NO THE SUN! I'M BURNING-"

• Cuddling with him is like doing yoga. He finds a way that his left leg will end up on your shoulder, his right leg wrapped around your left, his left arm around your waist, his right arm around your neck, and his head under your arm-

• His tongue just bleeps often. It just hangs out his mouth while playing games, or when he's sewing. Anytime he's focused.

• Has a split tongue and can do tricks with it (not like that you pervert-). Thought about getting it pierced, but got stuck on where he could even get it pierced and freaked out at the thought of someone having to look in his mouth. What if his breath smells bad, what if he drools, what if his teeth are-

• His fangs in his Demon Form are venomous, but they only work on Demons. Angels get something like blood poisoning from it. And for Humans it's like taking LSD.

Belphagor

• Everything about Belphie is soft, except his tongue. That bitch feels like sand paper. And he uses that as an advantage when MC messes with him. Sadistic fuck (endearment) only laughs at their misery.

• Has the most beautiful lashes you will ever see. Asmo is shaking in his chanel boots (I wanted to put gucci first but Mammons a gucci guy, Asmo so isn't-). Literally so pretty. Has double lashes (two rows).

• On the theme of eyes, his eyes are gorgeous. Uses that to his advantage also. One pity look and you wanna give him your social security number. They're big and always a little droopy with sleepyness. The only one who can deny him is Beel surprisingly.

• Loves laying on grass. It's the perfect sleeping spot for him.

• Have you seen shampooed cows? His hair is always that fluffy. Once went a month without washing it so it just hung flat, straight down. Then the brothers forced him to take a bath.

• Beel and Belphie, flies and cows ya get it-

• When scared he does that thing that goats do where he runs then falls and acts dead. Just that he's a little gremlin who's waiting for the person to get close enough to attack- It doesn't work on his siblings unfortunately. Be warned, if MC goes anywhere near him then they will be dragged down and cuddled to death. Belphie just lays on them so they can't escape.

• Huffs when frustrated, Beel got that from him.

Lucifer

• Lucifer spends a surprising amount of time grooming himself for how busy he is. Barely anyone notices, but he constantly readjusts his cuffs, gloves, hair, etc. Always takes a quick look in the mirror when there is one. Either smirks, because 'of course, everything is perfect' or furrows his brows and tucks an out of place hair back.

• Walks elegantly with long strides. Never seeming to be in a hurry unless it's an emergency.

• Holds his head high. Very intimidating to lower class Demons.

• Lucifer despises to admit that he also makes sounds close to a Peacocks ~ gobble gobble ~. He only does so when someone scares him, you can guess how many times that happens. Once MC startled him because he forgot they were still in his office. After he made that sound he didn't dare look MC in the eyes for the next week.

• He rattles his feathers to impress or intimidate. When MC is near him whilst he's in his Demon or True form you can observe him constantly flexing his wings and spreading them out to catch their attention.

• Affectionately fixes his brothers and MCs appearances when something's out of place. That's why Satan wears his jacket so fucked. Lucifer helped him put it on once, he took the sleeve off again so they had a fight about his sleeve. Had to stick with it from then on, it's a pride (or wrath ig) thing.

• If someone would pick him up never gonna happen his wings go ~ flop flop ~ because his brain is like 'oh okay, we're flying now'. If your MC is super strong please live mt dream and princess cary Luci around.

• He ties MCs shoes and zips up their jackets for them. He used to do that with the brothers, but they always complain that they're not children anymore. Let the dad be a dad goddamit-

Beelzebub

• Give Beel sugar water. Just water with sugar, he will nip on it for the next hour. It's like a drug, but more weed than cocaine. It calms him down and he just goes blank.

• He rubs his hands together as a habit like flies do.

• His standard position is one hand holding the other. He often rubs his thumb over the back of his other hand to calm down. Tries calming MC if they're worried by grasping their hands in his.

• Beel has trouble registering purely white objects. So when MC held a paper infront of his face he just went 😟

• Sometimes his eyes 'glitch' and he sees double. Has a lazy eye prob.

• In his demon form his wings go ~ buzz buzz ~ randomly.

• Insect phobia triggered

• He huffs when angry, a habit he got from Belphie.

• Beel feels naturally drawn to light, so he subconsciously sits closest to the next light source always. That's why he likes standing so close to MC, cuz to them humans glow (personal hc).

• Similar to Levi Beel sometimes forgets to blink. In his demon and true form he has a very thin, irredecant layer of skin covering his eyes. In his demon and true form it kinda looks like his eyes have multiple sections due to it. Kinda like how a fly's eyes look.

• Beel loves the smell of sweat-

• MC just done running from an angry Lucifer or smt idk, just sweaty and Beel's like "You smell good MC 😊"

• He's like a fly fr. You leave your food out for a second turn around, turn back and he's there on your plate-

#obey me #obey me headcanons #om! swd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphagor #om! beel #om! belphie #om! luci #om! mammon #om! levi

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grandlinedreams · 6 months

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Hii !!! If you haven't done it already , can you make a part 2 to https://www.tumblr.com/grandlinedreams/732931737043255296/hehe-hi-lovelov-luvvv-the-angst-u-write-could (sorry I can't create hyperlinks due to my pc crashing everytime I try !) ? I loved it so much that I neeedddd a 2nd part that's just as angstyyyyy. I love your angst so much !!

Hiya!! I absolutely can, but i also got asked to resolve it well so I hope I can do this justice for everyone who wanted a part two! First part [here]

[Heads up!: canon typical violence, hefty dose of angst, hurt/comfort]

It's been a week since you bargained your freedom for Law's, offered your services to barter for his safety ㅡ and you still don't regret it.

The ship you've been forced onto is a far cry from the comforts of the Polar Tang with battered wooden floors and a hull that you're surprised withstands the waves that crash against it.

The crew also is nothing like the one you're used to ㅡ not that you see much of them. You spend most of your time at a desk with varying maps spread out before you, pen in hand as you're demanded to make note of any and all locations to treasure or anything of interest regarding the One Piece.

"If I find out you're lying, or if any of this is a trap," your captor hisses, pressing the sharp edge of a blade to your throat, "don't think I won't slit your throat and throw you overboard for the sea kings."

You don't bat an eye, even as metal bites into your skin, the warm drip of blood that follows. "I don't doubt it."

Your captor ㅡ Hendle, or whatever he'd said his name was ㅡ glares at you, clearly unhappy that he hadn't gotten the reaction he wanted. "I'll have someone drop food off. Don't even think of looking for an escape."

And then he's gone, leaving you with only maps and the guttering glow of an oil lamp for company. You reach out with the clink of the ever present seaprism stone cuffs, trace a narrow line of ink towards a place you've circled, tapping it thoughtfully.

Though it's a long shot and requires a heap of hope, if you can somehow leave a clue or evidence behind, if Law is tracking you (which you have no doubts he is, Trafalgar Law is a lot of things but one to abandon crewmates is not one of them), he can find it.

You bite your lip. It's a stretch and it'll have to be something both subtle and obvious enough to be from you ㅡ but you can at least try.

ㅡ

Though you're also a pirate, helping these kinds of pirates makes you feel slimy as you watch yet another chest of glittering gold and jewels be pried from its hiding spot and hauled back towards the ship.

"You've got an eye for treasure," Hendle tells you, eyes you in a way that makes your skin crawl and your fingers twitch with the urge to ball into fists. "I could get used to having you as part of my crew."

Anger flares. "I'm already part of a crew," you tell him flatly. "And it isn't yours."

The fist that connects with your jaw is expected given that the other times you've spoken out it's been met with swift violence, but the ring on his finger catches on skin, splitting it open.

"They're not going to rescue you," he growls, fury clear in his tone. "The sooner you understand that, the better."

And then he stalks off, leaving you alone. He clearly thinks you'll follow and while the idea of bolting is tempting, you know you're not going to make it far.

Blood drips slowly down your cheek, and you bring your hands up with the rattle of chain that's become frustratingly familiar. Swiping a finger against your skin, you stare at the tacky red, debating.

You can't ask for a pen, have no way of leaving proof you were here that won't disappear otherwise or be overtly obvious ㅡ this will have to do.

ㅡ

And so it goes ㅡ with every island that you end up on, you find some way to leave proof of your presence and hope that it's enough to point the right way.

If Law is even looking for you. You want to believe that he is, but what if he isn't? Logic is cruel ㅡ that he's wasting more resources than necessary to come after you. That he should cut his losses and move on.

It's a cold knife thrust between your ribs and up into your heart, piercing with the ache and fear that this is your life now, days measured by how useful you are.

What happens when you stop being of use? After all, there's only so many places you know of, and only so long you can get away with lying about information pertaining to the One Piece. Hendle is bound to figure it out sooner rather than later.

You stare at your wrists, the rubbed raw quality where the stone has chafed, the slow sap of any and all energy you manage to find by sleeping. And even when you do sleep, it's far from well ㅡ worries and fears follow you into dreamland, torment you with what could happen.

And what would have happened if you'd never done any of this in the first place. You've lost count or how many dreams you've been wrenched out of with a gasp, cold sweat beading on your forehead as you tried to push away the images of Law being killed in front of you, of feeling helpless to save him.

This, you decide, is far better than that.

ㅡ

This is the last island you've been able to mark on the map. Hendle has said nothing to you about what he plans to do with you, but you can assume it's nothing good.

Which is why you keep your eyes trained on him and the men that follow him, waiting until their attention is elsewhere ㅡ and then you bolt.

You know you're unlikely to make it far, but it's worth the way you can hear shouting behind you as you run as fast as your legs can carry you.

The chain clinks as you gasp for air, acutely aware of the burn of your muscles and ache of your body ㅡ but you keep going. You have to. Whether Law rescues you or not, you can't stand the idea of being around those thugs for another minute.

You'd rather die.

Something sharp bites into the meat of your left shoulder, makes you stumble and nearly topple before you correct your balance and keep going. Warmth leaks down your arm, white-hot pain that you use to ground yourself.

You can't defend yourself, best bet being that of running into someone who will be kind enough to help ㅡ and if you can make it that far in the first place.

You want to go home. You want the warm metal walls of the Polar Tang and the hum of machinery, the dumb jokes and silly arguments ㅡ you want your family. You want ㅡ

"Room."

Law.

"Shambles."

Your feet aren't kicking up dirt and pebbles anymore, the brief jolt jostling your shoulder and making you hiss as your legs give out.

You don't fall, though ㅡ familiar hands catch you, familiar tattoos ㅡ Law. He's here, he's real ㅡ he came to rescue you.

"You made it," you say softly as he picks you up, mindful of the way your shoulder is still bleeding. "You're late, though."

"I know." Law's lips press to your temple, and he closes his eyes as you lean into the touch. "I'm sorry."

#ㅡanswered.#one piece scenario #one piece x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader

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murdrdocs · 1 year

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would stepbrother!ethan ever use cuffs on you though? 😔

it's so embarrassing that i want to fuck him.

oh yeah i think he would.

to ethan, you're like a live in lab rat, as horrible as it is to say. any idea or kink or anything new that he wants to try out, he uses you to do so. it's not his fault that you're so pliable, feeding into whatever he wants to do to you as long as you're in a slightly submissive mood. plus you're so accessible, just two doors down from him.

he knows you enjoy it too, with the way you moan and writhe and beg for more. he expects all of the above whenever he holds a pretty pink pair of fuzzy handcuffs in front of your face.

in the moment, he likes how exposed you are to him. there's no room for you to be shy or play the "we shouldn't do this" card, not when your hands are cuffed above your head. he loves how reactive you are in this state. you're withering, tugging at the cuffs as if they'll magically break and let you tug at his hair instead when he goes down on you. you try to use your legs to do what your hands can't, but he pins them down and then you're completely at his mercy.

like this, he decides how much to give you, and when, and where. he taunts you about how if someone came in right now, your mom or quinn or wayne, he would just step aside and let them see what you let your stepbro do to you. it's embarrassing, and your eyes well up, but you blink back the tears when he coos degradingly.

he wonders if you'll get to the point where you cry and beg for him. you're almost there the first time, frustrated grunts muffled by the way you bite on your lower lip. but you come so hard and your cries are so loud that ethan has to muffle them with his hand, just in case the movie that the rest are watching downstairs is at a quiet scene, and he decides that all of the torture you went through was worth it.

plus, he un-cuffs you and let's you ride him into oblivion as an apology.

but, he might even add a blindfold next time, just to really fuck with you.

#mean!ethan landry #ethansworld!#stepbro!ethan #ethan landry x reader #stepbrother!ethan #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x you #ethan landry #scream 6 smut #celeste writes scream

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esamastation · 7 months

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Shizuroth, part eleven.

Previous parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten

Well, at least Sephiroth knows better than to run around the Shinra building in a t-shirt and pyjama pants - which, while no doubt amusing, would've caused far too much chaos to be worth it.

While Angeal is putting away the remains of Sephiroth's fast food, Genesis gives the man himself an assessing eye.

The shirt he'd picked up, dark green turtleneck, works well enough with the usual coat. The outfit would need some more matching accents to really work - there's too much black and grey, they overpower the slight splash of colour - but at least it doesn't clash with anything. However… It's obvious there's simply not enough space in the sleeves of Sephiroth's coat for a full-sleeved shirt.

The leather creaks in agony when Sephiroth moves his arm, and his bicep bulges accordingly.

"Couldn't find a new coat, then?" Genesis asks, resting a hand at his hip.

Sephiroth tugs at his cuffs unhappily and bows his head, saying nothing. That's a no then.

Well. As weird as it is that memory loss gave Sephiroth the kick he needed to exercise some self-care, Genesis isn't about to look a gift chocobo in the talons. "I'll mail you the details of the shop where I got mine. They don't do mail order, everything is bespoke, but well worth the effort."

"Mn. My thanks," Sephiroth says, considers his gloves, and pushes them into a pocket. He then picks up his sword, and holds it by its sheath at his side. "Shall we?"

"You know Lazard isn't going to be happy about this," Angeall comments idly, putting the trash in the garbage. "I'm pretty sure he banned us from using the training room, permanently."

"What he doesn't know can't come to bite us in the ass," Genesis says dismissively. "And besides, we're supposed to be evaluating Sephiroth! Surely we must be thorough about it."

Angeal shakes his head, amused, and looks at Sephiroth, now fully dressed, with a shirt. He looks relieved. "Let's go."

They head out, Sephiroth trailing after them and clearly trying to cover up the fact that he has no idea where they're going.

"Floors 49 to 51 are dedicated to the SOLDIER program," Genesis says, once they're safely in the elevator. "49 is training and equipment, 50 has a gym and gear storage, and 51 is SOLDIER offices - Lazard office is up there too. We're heading to 49, where the training room is."

Catching his meaning, Angeal adds, "Floor 49 also has a briefing room, it's where we acquire most of our missions."

Sephiroth looks at them sideways through his bangs silently for a moment before nodding ever so slightly. "I see."

He really doesn't remember any of it? Damn. "You don't usually hang around on the SOLDIER floors, outside receiving missions," Genesis says, looking at Angeal and arching his brows. "You're not usually around much."

"Mn."

"I think you go to the Record's sometimes in your down time," Abgeal offers, clearing his throat and arching his brows to Genesis. "Floor 58. It houses the Shinra public archives."

"Well, public," Genesis says, shrugging. "You need a keycard to access it and a high enough security level to actually take anything out, and of course none of the really classified files are accessible. And their drama section is abysmal."

Sephiroth hums, looking between them suspiciously. "A library, then?"

"If you want to call it that. Midgar Public Library has better variety - and a little less propaganda - but I imagine you've never been," Genesis sniffs and looks at him.

"Ah," Sephiroth says, wary.

"You'd be swarmed there," Genesis clarifies. "By the grateful and adoring public."

Sephiroth shifts his weight at that and says nothing, looking uncomfortable.

Angeal hides how troubled he is well as he faces Sephiroth, but Genesis can hear it in his voice. "The cafeteria, by the way, is on floor 61," he says. "It's not usually too bad, and people tend to leave members from other departments alone."

"Or you can pay the cafeteria staff under the table to deliver," Genesis muses and looks up as the elevator comes to a stall. "Right, I'll go see that the coast is clear. Angeal -"

"We'll just wait here," Angeal says, knowing, and looks at Sephiroth - who is very much not ready to be jumped on by an excited baby SOLDIER asking for pointers.

"Then off I go, to face the beasts," Genesis says and sets forth.

It's a well-practised routine at this point, to subtly chase away any wayward SOLDIER Second Class members from the training room. Mostly it just involves him walking in and making his presence known - Seconds tend to know to make way.

Thirds are trickier, because they're often too new to know better - but SOLDIER Third Classes don't have access to the training room anyway.

"Genesis, sir," a Second Class he's sometimes trained with, Kunsel, sidles up to him. "It's it true? About Sephiroth?"

Well, at least he knows to keep his voice down. "Is what true about Sephiroth?" Genesis asks, narrowing his eyes.

"I heard he was hanging around in Injections," Kunsel says carefully and adds, "In The Restroom?"

It really took them only a day, huh.

"Sephiroth? In The Restroom? Really," Genesis says as though excited and leans in. "When? Did someone see him?"

"Um, yesterday?" the Second Class says, also leaning in a little. "It was one of the Third Classes."

"... Oh," Genesis answers, affecting disappointment. "I see. Well, I'm pretty sure Sephiroth was at home yesterday."

"... Really?"

"Saw him myself," Genesis assures him with a shake of his head and rests a hand at his hip. "You said it was a Third Class who spotted him? Well. I wouldn't want to call them a liar, but… they were probably coming out of the procedure themselves. And you know how it is with Mako injections."

Kunsel hums in thought, looking a little troubled. "I do, sir," he says and shakes his head. "It did seem a bit weird."

"You should talk to the Third," Genesis says. "They're probably really convinced they saw something, and maybe they did - but it still wouldn't do to spread stories like that. That's only good for ruining someone's reputation."

"No sir, you're right. I'll talk to him," the Second Class says seriously and nods. "I'll take care of it."

"Good man - maybe take them out on some easy mission, get their mind off it," and get them out of the building for a bit. "It's not their fault. Mako plays tricks on us all."

With Kunsel and hopefully the rumours thus fended off, the coast to the training room is clear. Genesis heads to the elevators, where Angeal is casually poking at the floor button

"Showtime," Genesis says and looks at Sephiroth. "Time to see if you're still worthy of being a Hero."

Sephiroth clenches his hand around Masamune's sheath and gives him a weird look. "A hero?" he asks incredulously. "Me?"

… Oh. That's…

"Don't worry," Angeal says quickly, clapping Sephiroth on the shoulder. "We'll help you remember." But he looks worried too.

"Or else, take your place," Genesis says, but the taunt lacks its usual sting as he shares a look with Angeal.

This… might be even worse than they thought.

Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss; Genesis.

#Fanfiction #ffvii #ff7 #svsss #sephiroth #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #shen qingqiu #shen yuan

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gurugirl · 1 year

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ik it’s vvvv unrealistic but i actually can’t stop thinking abt coprry finding a time where like a holding cell is empty and no one else is around and bringing YN in just to handcuff her and fuck her in a jail cell. maybe he cuffs her to the cell bars or something and gags her so she’s extra helpless and whole time role playing that she’s in serious trouble and this is the only way to get off the hook. added bonus of the fact they’d actually get into trouble if they got caught there fr

I could actually do something quick with this one. Something just for fun. I love the idea - i'd change a few things. And yes - this is totally unrealistic but that's part of the fun...

warning: it's a little dirty below - wrote this in 20 mins. sorry for the typos and whatnot. read at your own risk. enjoy. 936 words

cop!harry masterlist

Just imagine...

You beg Harry to bring you with him on one of his night shifts when things are slow. He reluctantly says yes but warns you to be a good girl.

At the station he's got some paperwork to do and you're getting bored so you wander around until you see the holding cells. All of them are empty on that night. The room with the cells is dark as you walk through. You wonder if they often have to put people in the holding cells.

Walking into one of the holding room and it's tiny. A metal frame bed with a thin mat for a mattress. A sink. No windows. Concrete floors.

Suddenly your hands are being pulled behind your back and Harry's whispering into your ear, "I told you to be a good girl and look where I find you... you just can't help yourself can you? Always looking for trouble."

You feel the metal cuff click in place on your right wrist before Harry spins you and pushes you toward the bars at the front of the cell, making you face the door and then he takes your arms above your head and clicks the cuff around your left wrist, securing you to the metal bars in the room.

He pulled your panties down your thighs and lifts your dress up and spanks you hard. You're in shock from how quick it all happened and you can't even speak. But you do cry out when his palm has come down in a biting swing.

Suddenly your panties are yanked down your legs and Harry is pressing his front into your back and speaking into your ear again, "Nuh uh. No noises from you," as he stuffs your panties into your mouth.

You try to look over your shoulder at him but with the way your cuffed facing the bars you can't see anything except the dark hallway.

Harry unbuckles his pants and is quick to pull them down just enough to bring his raging hard boner out of the front to fuck you with. You've been naughty all day and he knew bringing you here you'd get into trouble and now he needs to fuck the brat out of you.

He doesn't even give you time to prepare but you already know what's coming when you hear him spit over his cock for lube. He kicks your legs apart and leans in to speak quietly into your ear, "You're so bad little girl. It's time to straighten you out," you feel him enter you slowly and it stings because he's so hard and so thick but you've never not loved the way he feels.

Eventually Harry begins pounding into you, his panting and grunts are getting you going as you begin to soak his cock in your arousal so he's slipping in and out with more ease.

He's is holding your hips as he paces himself into you, watching his cock disappear on each plunge and he's so close to coming. Your moan is muffled. You want to ask him to rub your clit because you're not going to come like this but you can't speak.

And Harry knows what you need. He knows your body well but you don't get to come. Not yet. He needs to rail you and come inside of you and only then will you learn your lesson.

You feel his cock twitch and throb. You can tell he's about to come. You try to push yourself back onto his cock for more friction but you wrists are locked into place and every time you push back on him it stings the skin where you're cuffed.

"Fuck... my bad little girl..." Harry's strained words come out in pants - he's close to his peak, "Wants my come inside of her womb doesn't she? Wants to carry it with her for the rest of the night. Yeah?"

You're absolutely loving every single second of his ravaging you the way he is. It hurts but you love him and you love how he feels and how mean he gets. Because you know that this means he'll be extra sweet to you later and let you come over and over again to make up for it.

Harry moans and his fingers pinch into your hips as he releases into you, his hips slowly coming to a halt as he floods your insides with his hot come.

"Styles?"

You open your eyes and see a man in uniform at the end of the hallway, slowly making his way near where you're exposed and Harry's coming deep inside of you.

Harry scrambles to pull out and tuck his still throbbing and leaking cock back into his pants.

But it's all too late. Harry's co-worker knows what you two were up to.

He chuckles and shakes his head, "Alright. Was not expecting that," you turn your head to look away out of shame as you're still cuffed to the bars with your panties in your mouth.

"Hey, uh... so I just came to look for you because you've got a call but I'll tell them you'll call back. I'll take a message."

The man shuffles off the other way and Harry takes the panties out of your mouth and takes the cuffs off your wrists.

You look at him with worry as he tucks your panties into his pocket, "Don't worry. He's not gonna say anything. He's seen way worse," he says as he guides you out of the cell by your shoulders, "Let's get back in there. And this time stay where you're told."

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ssa-atlas-alvez · 10 months

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cowboy reader comes across a crazy ex gf or partner. like not murder crazy but crazy ass bitch yk?

Description: Dana, an old 'friend' of reader turns up at his work place and decides to make a scene.

Warnings: reader gets slapped, crazy ex girlfriend, she insults JJ, she calls her a sl^t and wh0re, she also tells reader to 'burn in h3ll'

Taglist: @xweirdo101x@xdark-acadamiax@ara-a-bird@heidss@chubbyboyinflannel@pendragon-writes@migwayne@bigolgay@technikerin23@supercriminalbean@honestlycasualarcade@caffeine-mess@1s3v3n1@oddmiles@kevyeen@stealing-kneecaps@criminalskies@woodandwaxwings@wizardmon3@aphroditeslovr@ducks118@azeal-peal@13thdoctor-run@introvertpan84@goth-boi-atlas@iliketozoneout

"Hi, is there something I can help you with?" JJ asked, approaching the woman.

"I'm looking for Agent (Y/N)," The woman responded.

JJ nodded, "He's right this way," She said, the pair of them walked, silence filling the air. A million questions racing through JJ's mind about who this woman was. "So, how do you know (Y/N)?"

"He's my boyfriend," She said, "We've been dating on and off for about five years now. We met in college and it was love at first sight. But with the long distances, we kept calling it off for a while. But we always find our way back to each other."

You tried to bite back a sigh when JJ walked in with Dana. You really, really didn't have time for this. A six year old boy was missing. This couldn't have been any worse timing - it probably could have been, but right now, it didn't exactly feel like that.

"Hey baby, can we talk somewhere in private?" She asked when he approached you, running a hand down your chest.

"I can't talk for long, three minute max," You said. She sighed but nodded and you led her just a little bit away from the rest of the team, wanting to be close by in case they found anything interesting in the three minutes you were talking to Dana.

Dana immediately launches into 'flirt mode' - more than she already was. She's twirling her hair, staring at your lips. And, to be frank, you're not a fan. And you have better things to be doing.

"Dana, can you- can you come back another time? I'm in the middle of a case, I can't do this right now." You said with a sigh as she walked closer to you, the team could very clearly hear everything going on (for a team of profilers they were not good at acting subtle).

"Seriously?" Dana laughs as she swoops down to grab her bag, "You know what? No. We can't do this later, fuck you!"

"Dana-"

"What? What do you want, (Y/N)? Huh?"

"I- I told you, I'm at work right now, I can't do this here, this is important," You said.

"And I'm not?!"

"Dana, that's not what I said, but we're trynna find a boy right now and I can't do this,"

"You're saying he's more important than me?!" Dana scoffed loudly.

"Dana, I'm trynna do my job," You tried to reason. You knew it was useless. But you had to at least try.

"So you're saying he is more important than me!" She exclaimed.

"Dana, he's a missing six year old boy, you're here for a - n excuse my language - a booty call," You said.

The slap sounds through the room and in its wake is the deafening silence of the team and the tingling on your cheek. You drew in a deep breath, trying to stay calm as the team stared in shock. Giving Morgan a small shake of the head when he instinctively reached for his cuffs. "Dana, I need you to leave. Now." You said sternly, "We are not datin', I've not given you that impression and I need you to leave so I can do my job and find this little boy."

"You know what? Fine! Fine, do your little job! With your colleagues! With that slutty blonde! I see the way you look at her!" She points angrily to JJ as she continues to yell.

"You need to fuckin' leave. Now." Your voice is low as you step closer. "You can insult me all you want, but the second you insult her? Insult my friends? Either you walk out that door now or I get security to remove you."

She stared at you, huffing loudly as she turned around. She glared at JJ, "Whore." You ground your teeth hearing that, stepping towards her again.

"Dana, leave. Now." You voice is deep and you ignore the shocked faces of your team when you addressed her. Instead, she turns to glare at you again.

"Burn in hell."

"Get a life," You muttered bitterly, pointing at the door. She huffed once more before leaving.

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #david rossi #x male reader #x cowboy reader #bau x cowboy reader #cowboy reader #bau x reader #bau x male reader #bau #bau team #male reader #male!reader

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dream0fschism · 1 year

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Could you please write a Price x wife! Reader where they have a really hot make out session?

because you asked so nicely... of course, darling.

nsfw! 18+ below! not sex but a lil sm sm... i'm ngl i can't write just a kiss.

i'm too nasty i think

You and your husband had never really enjoyed attending dinner parties. But because you were both so polite, the two of you had never missed a single one. Well, neither of you were ever in the mood to have your ear chewed off for saying 'no' to an invitation.

Your friend would only whine, anyway, say "But John's always away on call. We've all got to make memories together when we can!"

As if you weren't blatantly aware of your husband's frequent absences already.

"You know, we could be doin' this at home," John chuckles, following you into the bathroom and clicking the door shut behind him.

Immediately, you pounce towards him - making an accidental, louder-than-intended thud as you pressed him into the door and wrapped your arms around his neck. You both giggle like mischievous children.

"Mm, you're right. We've been saying we'll stop coming for years," you say, as his forearms encircle your waist. "I don't think we're posh enough for them, love."

"Fuck 'em."

Your lips meet soon after, in sloppy and lazy pecks as neither of you are in a rush to get back out there and converse. John's arms have a vice-like grip around your waist, but they loosen as your kiss intensifies so he can cuff a hand at the back of your neck.

You squeak at the sensation. He squeezes the spot lovingly, before he slithers his fingers upwards and scrunches at the base of your hair. When he uses your hair to tilt back your head, he leans over you further as if it would help him explore deeper with the tongue he presses into your mouth.

Your hands are no longer locked behind his neck, sliding down his chest as you weaken under his grasp and succumb to the warm feeling of your battling tongues.

John pinches at your butt with his other hand then, chuckling cheekily when you pull apart momentarily to catch your breaths. And you respond by slamming your mouths back together, teeth almost clashing against one another in your desperate movement.

The hand on your ass doesn't shift, and you reach to pull John forward by the shoulders and hook your leg around his waist. It causes you both to stumble, but you knew your skilled husband would always catch your fall. He does, but soon taps at your leg for you to put it back down, before he walks you towards the bathroom counter and lifts you onto it with little to no effort.

Situated between your legs, he connects your lips once again and uses a hand to caress your cheek.

The pooling heat between your legs slowly becomes more and more evident, and you squeeze John's hips between each of your plump thighs in search of a shred of relief.

When your mouths part, he speaks low, voice hoarse and gravelly with arousal. "Fuck, sweet. We can't keep doing this..." You watch the risks being weighed in his face, before he shakes his head and makes his decision. His eyes flick onto yours, whilst he presses three of his fingers to his tongue and coats them in saliva.

You quickly widened your legs, biting onto your lip as his hand slips beneath your dress and hooks beneath the lace covering your pussy. Fingers press between your folds and immediately find your clit, which Johnny begins to rub with desperation. You know he needs to make this quick, doesn't want to make you both look suspicious, but you can't bring yourself to give a fuck about anything outside of the four walls of the bathroom, not when his skilled fingers are stroking at your spit-soaked cunt the way they are.

John kisses you once again, swallows each sound you make as he uses the hand on your cheek to graze over your cheekbone with his thumb.

"Guys? Hello? Are you in there together? I need to piss!"

Fuck.

You were never going to another fucking dinner party again.

#john price #John price mw2 #price mw #price mw2 #price smut #john price smut #john price x reader #john price x you #john price oneshot #mw2 oneshot #john price is a daddy idc

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