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he-calls-me-kitten · 5 months

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Dirty Dozen (ft. +2)

GN! MC x Pervert! OM Characters

(Cause y'all seemed to love the first one omg. Also TW: I made everyone wayy more sleazy and nasty than before so read at your own risk. MInors DNI)

Pervert! Mammon who likes to ask you for something specifically when your hands are full. "MC, lend me a few Grimm could ya?" He asks when you're in the middle of cooking.

"My hands are covered in cake batter, just take some from my back pocket."

"Are you sure it's there? Let me check both pockets." He isn't so much searching for coins as much as he's feeling and practically groping your ass. Seriously you start to wonder how it's taking him 20 minutes to find something that's right there.

Pervert! Solomon who keeps his room colder than usual when you come over for magic lessons.

"Is it too cold for you MC? I apologise, I kept it this way because some of the potions have bad reactions to heat but if you'd like-"

"I'm absolutely fine, Solomon. You worry about me too much." You smile at him reassuringly, not noticing how his eyes are so eagerly trained at your nipples perking up through your thin t-shirt.

Boner Bonus points if you allow him to hug you for some warmth. His fingers will definitely brush against your chest more than once.

Pervert! Beel who seems to make a mess whenever he's trying to help you in the kitchen. "I'm so sorry, MC. I didn't mean to spill it on your hands!"

"It's okay Beel, it's just some cream and syrup. I can just wash it off right away."

"But it's such a waste. Please allow me." He starts to thoroughly lick your fingers and you shake your head and let him knowing his fixations on food.

But he can't help it - you taste so good. He secretly wonders what you might taste like down there, drooling at the thought.

Pervert! Levi who has taken to sitting on pillows Japanese style while gaming and offers you the same. Sure enough you don't even suspect an ulterior motive.

"Did you get inspired by some human world anime again? Careful though - your legs and butt will start to cramp after a while."

"MC you're too gracious! Caring so much for an otaku like me!"

After you leave, he promptly takes the pillow you were sitting on and puts it in his bathtub. He's going to sleep on it ofc. Your scent on it helps him jerk off better.

Pervert! Belphie who now asks you to rub his belly till he falls asleep. "What's so funny?" He asks as you giggle at his request.

"Since when do you need help falling asleep?"

"I care about the quality of my sleep. And I sleep better this way."

Fortunately you believe him and don't suspect that it's because it's the closest he can get you to fondling his dick. He has such a difficult time holding in his moans and hard ons, every time your hands go even a bit lower than usual.

Pervert! Barbatos who got into sewing clothes as a hobby and specifically likes making them for you now. But you never understand why he needs to take same measurements over and over again.

"Oh? This is a different kind of design, MC. So the measurements will vary from before."

"Always making new things aren't you? You never fail to suprise Barbatos." You smile at him admiring.

The tightening of the tape around your chest and crotch are subtle. He can hardly keep it together when you praise him after all. But he has to if he wants to skim his hands over your body like this again.

Pervert! Diavolo who takes you on such long drives that you always doze off in the front seat, waking up apologetic for missing so much of the journey.

"Hahaha, it's okay, MC. We've been on this same road lots of times. I assure you, you didn't miss anything. And I like that you feel safe to sleep in my presence."

"But still, I'm so sorry, it feels disrespectful..." You apologize, not even knowing how hard he is in his pants right now.

Afterall, he can keep squeezing your beautiful thighs, maybe let his hands wander between them and imagine himself fucking you in the back seat as much as he wants, when you're asleep.

Pervert! Simeon who will have noone except you as his muse for art classes. And the themes just keep getting more erotic each time.

"Are you sure you're okay with this, MC? You don't have to do it if you're not comfortable-"

"Nonsense, Simeon. I feel super comfortable if it's you. You're a true artist after all." You say as you lay on his bed wrapped up only in bedsheets, exposing your entire back and legs.

If only you knew, this angel has thoughts dirtier than most demons. How he's practically fucking you with his eyes. How he's definitely going to jerk off into those bedsheets, moaning your name.

Pervert! Satan who loves teaching you things - standing right behind you, guiding your hands to make latte-art, or trying a new style of painting.

"That's it, nice and slow. Look how much you've improved, MC." He beams at the cute kitty in the coffee cup.

"All thanks to you, Satan. I can't wait to learn more from you." You smile at him earnestly.

He almost feels guilty for tricking you this way, but the way your hands feel in his, and your ass feels against his groin is so addicting. One of these days, he wishes could teach you to be on all fours and take his length in your pretty little mouth.

Pervert! Asmo who loves keeping your eyes on him and noone else. From elaborate performances to petty staring contests, he cannot have enough of your gaze.

"Oh you're turning red in the face, Asmo. Did I manage to flutter the heart of the Avatar of Lust?" You lean forward smiling.

"You're my only weakness after all, MC. It's your fault for making me this way." He almost moans.

You laugh and mock apologize at his antics but you don't know he's been grinding like an animal on his seat, and creamed his pants under your innocent gaze. Your undivided attention just turns him on so much.

Pervert! Lucifer who makes his desires too obvious sometimes. He'll regret it in the morning and take you to dinner to apologize but not until he's already done something dirty.

"Lucifer, it's 2 am. You need to throw away that coffee and sleep." You're practically dragging him to bed.

"Fine. I'll go sleep if you'll stay in my room tonight." He says knowing you'll comply. You care too much for your own good. He's not even going to let you sleep on the couch, no you have to stay wrapped up in his arms.

You might wake upto him groaning your name in his sleep and you might mistake it for a nightmare - not knowing how he's balls deep inside you in his dreams.

Pervert! Thirteen who likes how excited you get over her newest inventions and keeps making more things to call you over.

"And this little baby and can throw pie at people's faces without ever missing. Guaranteed headshot." She smiles proud.

"This would be so useful in a cafeteria food fight and then get banned right after its glory. But I so wanna use it!" You whine.

She loves how much you appreciate her inventions. She is secretly working on a 'pleasure' device scented like her to give you - she hopes you'll like it just as much.

Pervert! Mephisto who is actually taken aback by your duality. You're such a mischievous little imp usually but turn so well-mannered in front of Diavolo's esteemed guests.

"So even you can be prim and proper sometimes? If only you could maintain this on the daily." He huffs.

You laugh and mock-bow in front of him. "Of course, anything for you my dearest lord. Would you like to dance with this proper human while you can?"

He blushes at the sudden offer. Why you little- how dare you tempt him like this. You can't complain about him gripping you somewhere improper or too tight. You deserve this for your attitude.

Pervert! Raphael who is still navigating new feelings of lust he's never felt before he met you. Why his heart skips every time you fall asleep on his shoulder or why he felt a sudden warmth at the pit of his stomach feeling you breath so softly into his neck.

"Thank you for helping me tidy the classroom, MC. I didn't even know where the cleaning supplies were."

"That's alright. It's more fun with two people anyway and wait Raphael there's a bucket over the-" The fresh bucket of water already spilled splashing all over both of you.

You immediately fetched a towel to help him dry up but he couldn't stop staring at you instead. With the uniform sticking to your body like and the water glistening on your exposed skin - why was he so enthralled? Why does he feel a strange pulsing between his legs as you hover over him?

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me solomon #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me lucifer #obey me beel #obey me mammon #obey me simeon #obey me belphie #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me leviathan #obey me thirteen #obey me Raphael #obey me mephisto

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dante-mightdie · 10 months

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thinking about mafia!simon… minors dni!

mafia!simon x female!reader

pt. 2 here!

warnings: little bit nsfw, slight illusion to sex at end, mentions of violence and weapons, mentions of illegal activity, simon gets jealous

i was gonna write nsfw but couldn’t be bothered but let me know if you want it and I’ll write it 👀

thinking about you being his cute little assistant…

simon wearing black slacks and black button up shirts…

silver rings and… hear me out… a silver chain…

arms, chest and legs are covered in tattoos…

you organise all of his meetings, make sure his files are organised, arrange his flights and hotels when he needs to travel for ‘business’…

owns a club where he conducts shady meetings in the vip lounge…

still wears the mask all the time, only a handful of people have seen his face…

people are terrified of him… you’ve heard all the stories of all the nasty and violent things he’s done to people who fuck him over…

you’ve watched him petrify his men when they come to him with problems…

cussing them out and screaming at them for being so damn incompetent and to get the fuck out of his face before he pulls his brass knuckles out…

imagine… simon… with brass knuckles…

simon has never been unkind to you… not once…

even when you make mistakes and you look at him with glossy doe eyes, apologising profusely…

he just gives you a gruff, “s’alright, lovie. didn’t do it on purpose did ya?”

how could he ever get mad at his pretty assistant who always makes sure he has eaten and makes his tea exactly how he likes it…

how could he ever get mad when you smile so softly at him when you greet him everyday…

giving him a gentle, “good morning, mr riley…” everyday whilst he slyly checks out your ass in the tight black skirt you were wearing…

so how else is he supposed to react when his head bartender, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish begins flirting with you every time you stop by the club to give something to simon…

is he supposed to stand there like some sort of idiot whilst soap talks about how pretty your hair looks today, and how you should let him take you out for a drink sometime, or when he looks down your shirt with little to no shame…

he’s fuming when he realises that you didn’t jot down any of the important notes from his meeting because you were too busy smiling and blushing at that idiot behind the bar…

so he decides to call you over to his penthouse for a ‘job chat’ as he called it…

you use your key to get into simon’s big luxurious home and you see him sat on his sleek black sofa, legs spread wide with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of bourbon in the other…

“good evening, mr riley… I hope I’m not late-“…

“sit.” is all simon says when he cuts you off…

you sit down in silence and watch as simon finishes his drink and stands to pour himself another…

“I like to think I’m a fair boss when it comes to you, don’t you think, sweetheart?” he asks

“of course, sir… I hope I haven’t-“

“I don’t make you work unreasonable hours, I make sure you’re driven to and from work, I pay you well, I’ve never yelled or been disrespectful towards you. Is that fair to say, love?”

You nod your head, gulping nervously…

“so, how do you think it feels when my assistant decides to ignore her duties to flirt with another man?”

you look up at simon through your lashes… you can’t tell if he’s jealous or genuinely upset with you…

“mr riley… please, forgive me… I’ll work extra hard to prove-“

simon walks up to you, gripping your jaw tightly to get you to stop talking…

“I think there’s another way that pretty little mouth can apologise to me, don’t you, lovie?”

#ghost mw2 #mw2 #modern warfare 2 #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost x reader

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ourautumn86 · 11 months

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CONFESSEX

ellie williams x catholic! fem!reader

a/n; if you think this might disrespect or trigger you don’t read it! i respect all types of religions and it’s not my intention! <3 love y’all!🩵 also thanks for the 5k!!!!!!!

summary; you wanted ellie. and no god was gonna stop you.

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, ellie calls god your false god, daydreaming, god kink, body workship, weed usage, smoking, ellie being absolutely whipped, kissing, first time for everything (reader), making out, use of pet names instead of y/n, fingering (r receiving), tit and nipple play, praising, praise kink, ellis calls you her good girl, oral (r receiving)…

“Come on, angel, I can’t hear you.” you were whimpering, drooling spilling from those pretty pink lips of yours as big warm and ringed hands gripped your hips, rocking your soaked and throbbing push against the denim of her crotch.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when her lips latched to your neck, biting hickeys and dampening your skin in open mouth kisses.

“Give us this day our daily bre…bread, Ellie…” you cried out when her hips thrusted upwards, both hands moving from your hips to your ass for her nails to dig into, pushing you harshly against the bulge of her strap. She chuckled, hushing you in a whisper.

“Shh, we’re on mass baby.”

She was dazed. Those pretty tears of yours making a mess out of her. She knew it was bad. Fucking you on the oratory room? And during mass? Really bad. But oh well, Ellie was not a good girl. She was worse.

“Go on, or you’re gonna get left behind.” she encouraged you, smirking when her fingers got inside your panties and you choked on air, withering when her fingertips sank on your sticky folds.

“Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those… those who trespass against us!” you mumbled in between crying soft whines. “Please, Ellie…” he clicked her tongue, fingers entering your twitching hole and thrusting in you, making your nails dig on her shoulders.

“Go on, gorgeous. I know you can do it. You’re a good girl.” you almost came in the spot, when her fingers curved and hit that sensitive spot in your gummy walls. She felt them flutter around her fingers and stopped every movement, leaving you almost touching heaven just to let you fall back to earth again. You cried, face scrunching when your orgasm was stolen out of your reach for the third time in less than thirty minutes. “Ah, ah…” you heard her warn, chuckling when you tried and reach after it, rocking against her rough hand. “No cumming ‘till you finish your prayers, baby.”

New tears fell down your cheeks, hiccups of frustration only making Ellie’s boxers wetter. “I can’t, icanticanticant…”you whimpered, unable to control how much it hurt ‘down there’, as you always said. You had to cover your mouth when a scream left your lips at the harsh spank the auburn haired gave to your ass, the sting making your hips buckle against her.

“Yes you can. Come on, use your words gorgeous.” you hissed when she sucked a new bruise on that sweet spot on your neck.

“and lead us not into temp…temptation,” you stuttered when her fingers moved again against your clit. The burning sensation in your lower stomach was like the deepest pits of hell, torture, but it hurt so good that you found yourself begging for more. “but deliver us from evil. Amen.” you moaned that last part, fingers thrusting deep inside of you, the wet sounds of your juices filling the little wooden room along with your gasps and silent whimpers.

“See? I knew you could do it. Such a good girl for me.” you hid your face in the junction of her neck and shoulder when her fingers started to fuck you just right.

“Ellie… Want… Want…” you were a babbling mess, drooling and crying on her neck as she made sure to fuck that precious mind out of you. You couldn’t even form a simple fucking sentence.

“What do you want, hm? Tell me and I’ll give it to you, angel. Anything you want.” but she already knew what you meant.

“Wanna cum, pleasepleaseplease…” you muttered, cheeks burning up but still the feeling of your building orgasm being just the perfect inhibitor that you needed.

“You wanna cum sweetheart?” you nodded, pretty moans falling off your lips when her free hand —the one that wasn’t buried deep in your panties— tightly gripped your soft and silky locks so she could get a glimpse at your pretty and fucked out face. Her thumb pressed against your clit, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Fuck, I love when you do that shit. So fucking pretty for me…” you were begging at this point, needing her to give you the green light to gush all over her ringed fingers. You just needed her to give you a last push, to let you let go. “Come on baby, show me how much you love my fingers, how much you love me to fuck you in the church of your false god. Cum for me, angel.” and just like that, you were cumming, so fucking hard that if it weren’t for her mouth muffling your moans and screams, the full church would have known what was going on in between those tight walls.

Her mouth was like a drug. The more you tasted it, the more you found yourself begging for it. Her tongue was hungry, yet lazy against yours, spit dripping down your chin as her fingers kept thrusting in you, helping you ride out your high. Your brain was a pink mush at that point, too fucked out of it to even know what was going on, stars dancing behind your close pretty and teary eyes. You still couldn’t get used to just how good it all felt. The touching, the kissing… Ellie.

“Look at you…” you gagged when she pushed her dripping fingers inside your mouth. “Look at the fucking mess you’ve made.” you moaned around her fingers —being able to taste your release on them— pupils blown and used cunt fluttering around the emptiness her big fingers had left once they had left your gummy walls. “Such a dirty girl, letting me have my way with her in church…” you whimpered when another spank made your skin grew in goosebumps. “You should be embarrassed of yourself.” she said while pulling her fingers out of that tight and warm mouth of yours.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, god, I’m sorry…” her pitch black eyes shone in lust at your pleads of forgiveness. “Please forgive me, please…”

“You want forgiveness?” her wet fingers caressed your cheek and, later on, your hair, patting it slightly as you nodded. “Then kneel.” she said, chuckling a little bit when she could see the confusion on pretty face. “Kneel.” this time, she pushed your head down, her other hand guiding you to get off her lap to settle in between her legs. You gasped due to the sudden push against her strap, the damp denim and warmth pressing to your warm cheek. You heard her groan at the sight of your lips being so close to her cock, and pussy. “Now be a good girl and pray, hm?” she gave you a sweet smile as she unbuckled her belt and tugged on her jeans, the strap bouncing and resting against his happy trail. “Pray with your lips around my cock.”

“Ellie?” she came back to the present and got out of her head when she finally heard your voice calling out for her. “Can you please hand me my bible?” your sweet little voice filled your pink and strawberry scented room —which now was indulged in the sour weed smoke that scaped from her lips—.

If Ellie was proud about anything in her fucking life, that would be you. Her sweet best friend. You were so perfect, so innocent, so pure… An angel.

You were scribbling in one of your notebooks, finishing up some kind of homework in between little hums and babbles. Ellie was just lost in how beautiful and ethereal you looked, with your little pink lips pursed and silky hair framing your face. God, she wanted to ruin you…

“Sure thing, gorgeous.” she said, leaving your bed —in which she had been laying and smoking on for the last hour while staring at you— to reach out for the little bible that rested on your nightstand and slowly walk up to you. Her hand handed it up, but before you could take it she pulled her hand back, making you frown. “Nuh-uh… You know how to ask for things, don’t you sweetheart?” you let out a little giggle as she leaned in, waiting for you to close the distance in between your lips and her cheek, which you happily did.

You loved to kiss Ellie, there was something about it that always made your stomach flutter with butterflies.

“Wait… One more?” she whined when you pulled away, but you only shook your head, taking your bible from her hands with a little giggle. Her eyes were bloodshot and half-lided, breath heavy.

“I need to finish my homework, Ellie…” she groaned, ‘cause she knew that you were right and that you were just best friends. You didn’t even know she thought about you this way. But fuck, she wanted you so bad… Needed you so much… And you sounded so pretty trying to be the good girl you always were. Fuck, the things she’d do to you.

She smirked. “Okay.” she rose her hands up in innocence, but there was nothing innocent in the way she was staring at you while biting down on her bottom lip. You were back at doing your homework when she palmed herself over her jeans. If only you could recognize the lust on her eyes as she stared at you…

Ellie had always been careful. Never touched you in a way that screamed anything other than innocence. She couldn’t. Even though she wanted it, so badly. She would die if she’d ever make you feel uncomfortable. She loved you. You meant the world to her. But lately it was getting worse. The constant dirty wet dreams, the daydreaming… You were so fucking beautiful it hurt.

“How much longer, baby?” she inquired, and you hummed.

“Not long.” you answered, and she sighed. She decided to light up another blunt. She just wanted to pull you away from those books and make you pay attention to her.

“What?” she inquired you when she noticed you were staring at her. You took a deep breath.

“Forget it.” you shied out, your cheeks turning pink.

“Hey…” she called out for you, patting the free side on her bed. “What’s wrong, doll?” her hand found your cheek when you sat beside her.

“It’s nothing…” you promised but she wasn’t having it.

“Come on… No need to be shy with me, darling.” you only flushed harder. “What is it? You want to try it?” she asked, pointing at the blunt, and you nodded. She smiled. “That’s okay baby.” she promised, handing it to you, you sat up upright. “Take a small light drag, alright? Don’t want my pretty girl to choke.” you nodded, your body shivering at her cute nicknames. They always made your heart flutter. You followed her orders, but still managed to cough, the feeling of the smoke burning your throat. “Woah…” she patted your back, giving you the bottle of water you kept on your bed site table. “You okay, princess?” you nodded. “I have an idea. Give it to me.” you handed her the blunt, and she took the drag. “Come here.” and you found yourself stuttering when her free hand pushed you from the back of the neck towards her. She smirked at the blush on your face, neck and ears. Your heart was doing flips inside your chest. “Open up.” her hand now was on your face once again, her thumb on your bottom lip, pushing open your mouth. Your eyes fluttered close as she leaned closer, exhaling the smoke inside your mouth, and you inhaled, this time you throat not feeling that sore. “Good girl.” an unconscious whimper left your mouth at the praise, already feeling the effects of the weed. Ellie’s eyes shot open before a smirk took over her lips. “You liked that, baby? Like it when I call you good girl?” you blushed, but still nodded.

“Ellie…” you muttered her name, her eyes glued to her lips. Yours were too. “Can you kiss me?” you inquired, and fuck. Why did you even ask?

You moaned when her mouth met yours, her tongue pushing inside at the first change, humming and groaning. It was your first kiss, and you truly didn’t know how to kiss her back, but you knew it felt good. Too good. She noticed, pulling away. “Open your mouth and put your tongue out for me baby. That’s it.” she was back at kissing you, this time slower, so you could follow, showing you. “Fuck.” she groaned, pulling away. “I can’t. I can’t do this. You’re high. I’m high. You don’t know what you are doing.” she sighed, fighting with herself. She wanted to pin you down and keep kissing you. Pull more of those sweet sound out of your mouth.

“I know what I’m doing.” you promised, sitting on her lap. Ellie almost choked.

“Baby…” you hushed her, kissing her once again, and she groaned. “Fuck. You don’t know what you do to me.”

“Touch me, Ellie. Please…”

“Doll, please don’t.” she begged you, trying so hard to not rip your clothes and fuck you just like she had been dreaming for years on end.

“I want you, Ellie. Please…” fuck, this wasn’t supposed to go this way. Where had her shy little girl gone?

“Fuuuuuck.” she grunted when she felt your lips on her neck.

“Please, please, please…” tears were swelling in your eyes. You had been wanting to ask for it for months. But you were always too shy to ask. Listening to your best friends all talking about their first kisses, first times… You wanted that. But after weeks of thought, you had noticed that all they felt with their boyfriends; the butterflies, the nervousness, the need… You experienced it with Ellie. You liked Ellie. You liked your best friend. Your religion said it was a sin: Loving someone that was your same sex. But you couldn’t fight it anymore. ‘Cause if it was so wrong… Why would this feel so right? So good? You needed her. Humping your little cunt against your pillow was not enough. There was never enough of Ellie.

“Okay, baby. You’re okay. I’m gonna take care of you, alright?” she promised and you nodded, opening your mouth for her when she kissed you again. She turned you around and pushed you against the bedsheets of your bed, taking place in between your thighs. Your back arched when her lips found your neck, sucking bruises that you’d proudly wear tomorrow. Her hands pushed in between your bodies to hike up your skirt.

“Ellie…” you whimpered when one of her hands cupped your cunt, a wet patch adorning your panties.

“Fuck doll, you’re so wet…” you moaned when she started to circle your clit from over your panties. “That feels good?”

You nodded, your hips bucking against her touch.

“Of course it does…” she cooed, pulling from your pj’s shirt to strip you out of it, your beautiful tits spilling out and free for her hungry eyes to see. “So fucking beautiful…” her hand pushed inside your panties as her lips latched to your nipples.

“Ellie!” you cried out. Shit. This felt too good.

She smirked. “Atta girl…” she pushed one of her fingers inside your tight pussy. “Look at you… Taking my fingers so good…” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as she started to thrust it in and out.

You were moaning non-stop. Making her so fucking horny it hurt. You looked so beautiful beneath her, eyes glassy and lips swollen… She wanted to ruin you.

“That’s it. Open up for me, princess.” another finger went in, and you screamed when she hit your g spot.

“Oh god…” tears were swelling your eyes. You’d never felt this kind of pleasure. This love. Your stomach was filled with butterflies with every kiss she left on your skin. And you heart felt so warm… You loved her. You loved Ellie.

“What god baby?” she smirked. “Can god fuck you like I do? Make you feel like I do?” she inquired and you shook your head. “That’s right, he can’t. But I do. Only me.”

“Don’t stop, please Ellie, don’t stop…” you begged and she cooed.

“Look at you. Begging me. Praying at me to make you cum, aren’t you?” you nodded. “That’s right… I’m your god baby.” you moaned. “And I’d go on my knees for mine.”

“Fuck!” you cursed—something you never did— when you suddenly felt her tongue, lapping at your arousal and sucking at your clit. She grunted at your taste, eating you out like a starved woman.

“Pussy so sweet… You taste so fucking good…” she groaned, eyes heavy, pussy drunk just by one little taste.

She continued to eat you, fucking her fingers in and out of you, making your thighs shake. You were gonna cum. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ellie. I’m gonna…!” you tried and warn her, your back arching as fat tears slid down your cheeks.

“You’re gonna cum, baby? Gonna make a mess out of my face?” you nodded, whimpering. “Go ahead baby, cum for me. Wanna see you fall apart.”

You came with a deep moan, breathless, your walls fluttering around her fingers and making it hard for her to help you ride it as you clenched. You’d never felt anything like it. This was heaven.

Ellie came up to kiss you, her lips and chin wet in your cum. You could taste yourself on her tongue.

“You’re mine.”

When have you not been?

a/n; ellie is my god tbh

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pandoraslxna · 1 year

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hi. im just a girl daydreaming about mating with aged up! loak. please make my dreams come true. some angst. with happy ending. female reader. smut. I BEG YOU. and i would do ANYTHING.

kisses lots of love and bye 🥰

The moon, the stars and his life

adult Lo‘ak x female metkayina reader

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: explicit smut, minors dni, sexual harassment, bullying, mean Aonung (sorry to all Aonung stans), smut with feelings, possessive / jealous Lo‘ak

Notes: I hope that’s what you had in mind, I was simultaneously writing Lo‘ak x reader angst for my fic on ao3 and had to make sure they’re not too similar 😵‍💫

Lo‘ak didn’t know what he did to deserve such a blessing in the shape of you. Did he even deserve it? He doubts it. You were just so perfect, from the top of your head to your cute little toes and the tip of your tail. Perfect.

Which is why it hurts even more, to hear those Metkayina boys talk about him like this to you...

Originally, he just wanted to go for a swim, see what you were up to and if you wanted to come along and spend some time with him. Down at the shore is where he had finally found you. You were sitting in the sand, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your skin and with your feet in the clear water, while you were braiding your hair in peaceful silence. Lo’ak was about to approach you, until Aonung and his friends came into view.

The sight of them, surrounding you like you were their prey made him clench his teeth in anger. But before he mindlessly jumps into action like last time, he decides to watch, see what they’re gonna do. At first he thought they would tease you too, just like they did with him and Kiri- for your different shaped tail and small arms. But the conversation quickly went into a different direction.

"…You should hang out with us instead", one of them says and reaches his hand out to brush through your hair. "We can show you around, nobody knows these island like we do, baby." You’re quick to shove his hand away, politely declining his offer. You’re always so kind, Lo’ak sighs. Too kind. You wouldn’t hurt a fly, couldn’t treat them in the same disrespectful way as they were treating you.

"Ohh I forgot", Aonung says with a wink to his friends that you completely miss, "You and Lo‘ak, right?" The chiefs son confidently lays his arm around your shoulder and pulls you a little closer, much to your visible annoyance. "What does a pretty girl like you even see in a freak like him, huh? Have you seen his hands? Gross!" The group laughs at his words. "That dick can’t even be that good, right? If you come with us, we‘ll show you how you deserve to be treated." You scrunch your nose in disgust of these words.

"C‘mon, don’t be so shy, we don’t bite. Let’s have a little fun together. You don’t have to hang around with that freak all day." Aonung leans even closer to you and that’s when you finally decide it’s enough and get up. It pains him to see that forced smile on your lips, knowing you’re too scared to tell these guys to fuck off. Instead, you politely tell them that you had to leave now.

"If you ever want to get a taste of real Na‘vi, you know where to find me!" Aonung calls after you and his friends can’t hold back their laughs.

"Lo‘ak, there you are!", your soft voice calls out for him. "Oel ngati kameie." You greet him with a smile but he can’t bring himself to return it to you. With a frown you sit down next to him and immediately ask, "What’s wrong?" Lo‘ak shrugs, "Nothing is wrong."

"Are you sure?", you lean against his side and look up to him through your long lashes.

"Yes, I‘m sure", Lo‘ak responds cold and you sigh.

"Lo‘ak I’ve known you long enough now, I can tell from a mile away that there’s something on your mind so spit it out." The Na‘vi knows he won’t stand a chance against you. You always got everything you wanted from him and it was impossible to tell you no, let alone keep something secret from you. You definitely had your ways of getting him to talk…

"Do you think I’m a freak?", he mumbles and you raise your eyebrows in surprise.

"What?", you scoff, "Why would I think that?"

"I’ve heard your conversation with Aonung", he tells you with a painful look on his face.

"These guys are pricks, Lo‘ak. Just a bunch of village boys that are probably too scared to ever leave their home. They could’ve never done what you and your family did."

"I know that but–"

"Just imagine them in the forest, do you think they would be able to adapt as quick as you did? Can you imagine Aonung bonding with an Ikran?" She laughs and his features soften a little. "Fishlips wouldn’t survive a day!"

It’s incredible. You are incredible. You just had this way of magically washing away all of his worries in the blink of an eye.

"So you’re… not interested in spending your time with Aonung instead of me?" He playfully nudges your side and you giggle.

"Oh you know, his offer was definitely appealing, but I’m way more interested to be with one of those Omatikaya boys. You know, the cute one? What was his name again?"

Lo‘ak rolls his eyes and chuckles, "Skxawng."

"No, I think his name is Lo‘a–" You can’t even finish the sentence. Without thinking, Lo’ak reaches down, hand cupping the back of your neck so he can haul you into a kiss. He always kisses you like it was the only thing that could keep him from dying, like your kiss and your lips were his saving grace in life.

You kiss him back just as eagerly, matching his vigor, his speed and that’s one of the things he loves about you. One of the things that’s been driving him crazy, keeping him up until ungodly hours as he tries to figure out how someone could affect him this way. You always keep up, even if you’re not ready to run into the line of fire.

You rest your hand on his chest, tilting your head and he instantly wedges his tongue between your lips. Lo’ak has something of an oral fixation. He’s all lips and teeth and tongue, he sucks and bites at every inch of skin he sees, like somehow it brings you even closer to him. You know that it isn’t necessary for him to leave a mark, everybody knows you are his, but he tends to anyways, with how he assaults your skin. In the blink of an eye, your top is discarded to somewhere behind him and then your back makes contact with the warm sand. The Na’vi groans with your nipple between his lips, desperation rocketing through your core and up your spine at the feeling, the sound. His lashes flutter as he suddenly pulls back to gaze up at you.

Lo’aks fingers tighten on your hips, almost possessively, as he looks at you. "You’re mine", he tells you and immediately you know, it's not something he says just like that. Nothing he says only in the heat of the moment. He says it because he means it. You were his. Always and forever. You look at him with your big doe eyes and nod. He reaches behind his back for his braided ponytail and then presents those tiny, pinkish tendrils in front of your face. You waste no time doing the same, reaching for your tswin.

"Say it", he demands, breathing heavily, "Say you’re mine." His pupils dilate as he watches your lips move, "I‘m yours, Lo‘ak. Only yours." And with that you connect, forming the tsaheylu bond. Your eyes close and you sigh in unison.

An almost animalistic purr rumbles deep within his chest and his broad hands sweep up your thighs, the lightest of touches searing against your bare skin. You lean yourself on your forearms to catch his lips in another kiss, rougher this time, letting him wrap his arms around you and pull you closer. Subconsciously, you roll your hips up against his, gasping into his mouth at the grind of his erection against your core. His hold on you falters for just half a second and then it returns with a vengeance, fingers digging into your skin and you gasp.

Lo‘ak‘s lip twitches up into a smug smile.

He’s desperate to have you. Seeing another man hit on you today has awoken some animalistic urge inside of him. He wants you to scream– scream so loud that everyone in the village would know what’s going on. If he wasn’t so possessive over you, he would’ve enjoyed to let Aonung watch you fall apart for him and nobody else. Because yes, his dick really is that good.

Your hips buck, seeking any sort of friction to ease the ache between your thighs. The throbbing between your legs has steadily grown and now reached a point where you couldn’t ignore it. Lo‘ak is quick to realize that and grinds his own hips against yours. You can’t help but let out a desperate moan.

Lo’aks hands make quick, steady work on your loincloth, pushing and pulling at it until it‘s bunched around your waist just high enough so that he can slip his hand between your thighs and finally get a feel of your wet heat.

“So wet for me already, sweet girl?” A lewd grin takes over his face as he runs two fingers through your slit. "I’ve barely even started." He dips his fingers into you just enough so that you begin to feel a hint of the stretch he could give you, but not enough to please any desire. "Lo‘ak please", you whine desperately. "Please, what? Tell me what you want, my mate."

How could you possibly decide?

“Anything, I’ll take anything", You moan out.

With a chuckle, Lo‘ak makes the decision for you, moving quickly as he frees his cock from his loincloth. You stare at it without a shame. No matter how many times you saw it, you would never get tired of the perfect sight. Lo‘ak kisses you once more, kisses you like it was the last time he would ever get to.

Slowly, he lowers his body onto yours, until there was not a single part of you both that was not touching. You fit together like a puzzle.

Pushing a hand in between your bodies, he guides the tip of his cock to prod against your entrance. "Don’t forget to breathe", he whispers against your lips and you release the breathe you didn’t even realize you were holding. The stretch of his cock entering you is a lot, but it’s not entirely painful. You whine and cling to him, nails digging into his back and Lo‘ak groans.

His fingers expertly find your clit and he begins to rub small, gentle circles around it, never ceasing to kiss you all the while. A shudder goes through your entire body at the stimulation and you sigh into his mouth before breaking away to let out a long moan.

You’re warm and soft around him, tight but still giving as he stretches you. Once fully inside, he stills, pushing his face into the side of your neck. "Oh fuck,” he curses under his breath.

He reaches up to grab one of your arms, pulling it from its position around his back and pushes it down on the warm sand, intertwining your three fingers with his own, four, much larger ones.

And then, he begins to move. His strokes are deep and on point, pace slow at first but increasing as time passes, your whines turning more desperate with every thrust of his hips. His eyes roam over you, starting from where you were connected– in and out, his cock glistening with your slickness. Then your breasts, bouncing every time your hips meet. And finally your face, lips swollen red from his kisses, cheeks flushed and eyes half lidded, yet still focused on him –an expression that only he would ever get to see on that pretty face of yours.

From then on, his eyes were locked with yours. Something has him trapped in your gaze and if you asked him to now, he would give you the moon and the stars and his life.

A moan slips past his lips when he feels you clench around him. "You feel -oh, fuck- feel so good, squeezing me so tight", and to underline his statement, his hips snap roughly against yours and you moan, loud. "Lo‘ak!"

"Yeah, just like that. Let them all hear who’s making you feel so good", he groans. Unable to hold himself back, the Na‘vi starts to increase his pace to match the intensity of his feelings for you. You buck your hips, trying to match his as a shared effort to chase the sweet release together. Sounds of pleasure fall from both of your lips, uncaring if you’re too loud. It’s was too late for that now anyways.

The coil in your stomach tightens dangerously, prompting you to curl your toes. You squirm against Lo‘ak, who continues to hold you close to his body as his thrusts loose their rhythm, becoming much more erratic. "I’m coming, Lo’ak, feels too good", you moan and whine and he nods along to your words. "I know, I know its so fucking good, right?" You lift your legs and wrap them around his hips, locking your ankles together behind him as Lo‘ak continues to pound into you, unable to think of anything else asides from the way your walls tighten around his throbbing cock.

He curses under his breath, uncertain if he can hold out for much longer until one deep and hard thrust has you throwing your head back, screaming out his name as your body shakes under him, your walls clenching dangerously tight around him. "Good girl", he praises as he fucks you through it, "That’s it, my sweet mate. Let me feel you cum on my cock." Your nails claw at his back without restraint, eliciting a small hiss from him before white fills his vision. His head dips low to bite into your shoulder, trying to muffle his own moans while enjoying the feeling of the tip of his cock kissing your cervix over and over again. And then he spills inside you, claiming you as his, once again.

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The walk back to your marui pod is filled with sweet laughs and giggles, as you hold onto his arm and intertwine your fingers with his. Aonungs face is sour, anger radiating off of him in waves as you both pass him like two lovebirds. The both of you don’t even realize that he’s there, too lost in each others eyes, as you bring Lo‘ak‘s hands to your lips and press a soft kiss to his pinkie.

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Have Mercy

A/N: Based on this ask. It contained porno links. Whoever you are, ya nasty and I love you. This is a bit of a deviation so I'm sorry if it wasn't what you pictured! Thank you for the support!

Pairing: Pornstar!Tyrone x Black!Shy!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FILTH for nearly 5k words! PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (fem receiving), cum play, possession kink, size kink, dirty talk, degradation/praise kink, Daddy kink, orgasm denial, overstimulation, all consensual. Use of n-word. Disrespectful Tyrone. Drug use. Established friendship.

Summary: After a very steamy porn video by Tyrone, you can't help your curious questions as you hang out and discuss his work. You'd been too shy to ask before, but you're dying to know what it's like in person.

Word Count: 5,284k

A/N: I was just waiting on the right spark to answer this ask. And...look, you all know how fuckin' feral I am for Tyrone. It's not a surprise. I promise 5k words is worth it. This was so fuckin' hot to write. I hope you enjoy it! Please, please, consider leaving a comment or reblogging to help support writers. I can't get better with no feedback!

“Okay, but like…they just kind of sit there and…” You stopped talking and started jerking your hand. You looked across the hazy space towards Tyrone. He was laying across the bed and looked at you down the blunt he held to his mouth. The orange-red spark glinted and then dimmed as he pulled it out. He licked his lips and then blew out the smoke.

“Shit, ion know. I do this shit myself,” Tyrone said.

Tyrone passed the blunt and you grabbed it, bringing it to your lips and inhaling. You turned your head towards the ceiling, your eyes expanding. “So, you got a camera and microphones and shit?” You asked.

“Yeah,” Tyrone said and took the blunt from you. “Got to these days. If I’ma be rocking somebody’s shit, then everybody gon’ see it.” He brought the blunt to his lips and pulled on it.

You tried to picture it. Your head was so blessedly silent for once. You actually formed a thought and kept it. Tyrone on the bed, naked. Showing off ropes and ropes of thick muscle. Arms strong enough to break coconuts. Thighs begging to be ridden.

Your core heated up, a small tingle working up the back of your thighs. You bet he was the type to hold on and get to work. But you smirked at him and started to giggle.

“You always talk that shit, Ty,” you said. Your giggles kept going, making your stomach hurt. You flattened your hand on your stomach. “Don’t make me laugh! My tummy hurt!”

Tyrone stared at your high ass and smirked. Fuck. It took forever to make him laugh. Like the mu’fucka was born with ice down his throat. You longed to hear that rare, raspy laugh.

“I talk big ‘cuz my dick big,” he said and huffed out a chuckle. It was barely enough to call it a laugh.

The mention of his dick had you clenching your thighs. You’ve memorized the way Tyrone walked. He walked like he was swangin’ dick down there. Also, you’d never in a million years tell him, but you’ve seen his videos.

You had second hand evidence that he was packin’. You have came plenty of times just to the sound of his voice on those videos. He rarely fucked the same girl twice. They were all different women; all Black women, and all thick Black women.

You weren’t a snob. Sometimes you’d watch the woman getting their back blown out and wish it were you. But his voice. You were knee deep in his comments and he was gaining popularity just from his voice alone.

You giggled again. “Where do you even find these women? You being safe?” You asked. You knew perfectly well that he fucked without a condom. Hell, you’d let him cum in you too.

“I get checked every month and only fuck bitches that’s clean. Some hit me up. Some I find in the wild,” he said.

He puffed on the blunt after you handed it back. Your body wasn’t floating but it felt like it. There was an all around hum on your body.

“The wild? Like…damn, you just find women willing to have sex on camera and release it?” You never had enough courage to ask these questions before. But after last night’s video, you wanted to know. Your burning curiosity finally won out and started asking about it.

“You’d be surprised how many mu’fuckas wanna watch themselves. Some don’t wanna be seen. That’s fine. Hide they face and whatever. But the real nasty ones don’t cum unless the camera in they face,” he said. He released a cloud of smoke to join the rest.

You thought of being one of those women. Showing your face on camera for millions to gawk at. Cum to. You’d never in a million years…but the thought wasn’t terrible. There would be evidence that Tyrone fucked you and he’d control it. He could do anything with it.

“Do you rehearse and shit? Like do you know what you’re gonna say before?” You asked.

“Hell naw,” he said and huffed again.

He comes up with those filthy things on the spot? You bit your lip. Maybe…having sex with Tyrone wouldn’t be good. He’s a different breed. In a class all on his own. Sure, the videos could have told you that. But hearing it from the source? You weren’t so sure you wanted to find out what he was like.

“You real curious tonight,” he said. The orange light from the blunt casted soft shadows over his face.

You shrugged. “We ain’t talkin’ bout shit else,” you said.

“You forget I know yo ass? You real curious,” he said. He looked at you skeptically. You looked right in his eyes. You were not going to give him an inch. You had years worth of experience pretending to not be in love with him. That every video wasn’t like a stab in the heart.

He was making good money though and you weren’t gonna fuck with someone’s bag. So you kept your mouth shut. Pretended that you were just his friend. Just a friend.

The bed shifted and Tyrone leaned closer to you. His eyes searched your face. He leaned in closer than he has ever been to you. His nose lightly grazed yours, making it both tingly and itchy.

You swallowed hard and you knew you made a sound. Tyrone huffed, the breath fanning across your face.

“You trynna find out?” He asked.

“Naw nigga,” you said. You didn’t know where this boldness came from. But your heart thundered in fear that he would learn your secret. You’d kept it so close to your heart for so long. It was like its own tiny dagger always piercing your heart. But sometimes removing it hurts you worse than keeping it in. If you opened your big mouth, you’d ruin this. This time spent together.

Tyrone kissed your cheek. His lips lingering against your cheek as he spoke. “Every time I mention gettin’ down, you tell me I’m lyin’. So let me prove myself,” he said.

You giggled, the weed making him glow. You stared across his regal looks. You bet he was a king in a previous life.

You wriggled on the bed and took a deep breath. Stay strong. Stay strong. “You actin’ crazy, Ty. Not every girl wanna be yo bitch,” you said. You sounded weak to your own ears.

“Mhm, I think you the one lyin’. I think you been cravin’ this dick,” he said. He pecked your cheek and traveled down. His lips kissed a trail of fire down to your neck.

“What you say that for?” You asked.

“You wanna know what it’s like to be fucked by me, don’t you?” He asked. He kissed up to your ear and laughed. “I know what desire look like. I eat that shit for breakfast,” he said.

His words made your mouth drop open. Words of denial rushed to your lips. But your mouth turned dry. The fuckin’ weed speeding along your anxiety at being exposed.

“You trippin’, man,” you said. You shook your head, but he kept up the pressure on your neck. Practically making out. Little swipes of his tongue made you bite back a groan. Your panties were so damp, they were sticking to you. You ran the palms of your hands up and down your thighs.

“You talk big game. You aint tell me to stop yet neither,” he said.

Fuck. True. But how could you? He hadn’t even done anything to you yet and you were ready to burst. You just made yourself cum this morning, thinking of the video last night. He had looked delicious pounding someone into the bed. How you wanted it to be you.

Your words died in your throat. What could you say? He was seducing yo ass. Did you really want that to stop?

“Fine then, nigga. Break my back,” you said. You looked him in the eyes with the challenge in your eyes. He looked up at you and grinned. Yo momma ain’t raise no bitch. You got nervous sometimes but that’s okay. It’s okay to be nervous. Do shit anyway.

The words sounded nice, but you were terrified of the look in Tyrone’s eyes. That was not the look of someone who was going to be sweet and loving in bed. Tyrone the Pornstar was here.

He got off of the bed and moved the ashtray off of the bed and onto the nightstand. The sound of the glass was like a gunshot. You flinched and watched his every move. He stood up to his full height and stared at you.

The look in his eyes was not friendly. It was predatory. You were an unknowing baby bunny and he was a starving wolf. He reached out with his hands and ran them up and down your bare thighs. You gasped and flinched away from him.

“When was the last time you been fucked?” He asked.

You’ve taken your fair share of guys to your bed. Some were even good. None ever came close to Tyrone. Each time you came, it was to the sound or memory of Tyrone’s voice.

“Been a while,” you said.

He nodded his head. He reached for the zipper of your shorts and you let him unzip it. He didn’t pull your shorts down all the way. He opened your zipper as far as it would go and then pulled down the front just enough to see your panties.

You were hoping to disrobe in a quick rush. You weren’t exactly prepared for sex tonight. You wore one of your boring and safe panties. It didn’t bother Tyrone. He stared at it, like he’d just unwrapped a present.

“Talkin’ all that shit. Why yo panties wet then?” He asked.

You looked away briefly. “Thinkin of this guy at my job I got a crush on,” you said.

Tyrone dug his fingers into your panties and you cried out. “Every time you lie to me, that’s another orgasm,” he said. “I’m already thinkin’ of..four, maybe. I can keep goin’,” he said. His deep voice made you shiver.

His fingers were right there. Your stupid panties were in the way. You felt the pressure but not his beautiful, strong hands. “I’m not lyin’,” you said.

He dug his fingers in more and you jerked from the strong wave of desire. It was like you drank static.

“A’ight that’s five. And I want you to count ‘em out too,” he said.

“Wait, I’m sorry,” you said. You never had your limits tested, but you were pretty sure you’d die after the third one. If he went for five, you weren’t going to survive. There were too many things you wanted to accomplish before you left this earth.

“That sorry shit don’t work on me,” he said and grinned. “Now be a good little bitch and tell me you want this dick. And you want me to film it,” he said.

A breath stuttered out of you. He was even better in person. “Don’t show my face,” you said. You borrowed boldness for tonight. If you survived to tomorrow, then that’s when you’d freak out. For now, you wanted the entire Tyrone experience.

“Naw, this my personal stash. I wanna see that sexy ass face,” he said. He leaned over you and ran his thumb outside of your panties. You were leaking at the edges and his thumb glided so close to where you needed him.

“Personal stash?” Maybe if you kept him talking, he’d give you a reprieve. You just needed a moment to think. To find a way out of five orgasms.

“The ones I watch to get myself hard. The ones I cum to, thinkin’ of it when I’m balls deep in pussy online,” he said.

Oh shit. “But–” your dry throat ached. It paled in comparison to the ache in your tummy. That deep, hidden place that few men actually hit.

Tyrone slipped his thumb under your panties and crested the very outer area of your clit. You gasped and twitched, your legs couldn’t open wider because your shorts weren’t all the way off. He looked into your eyes.

He licked your open mouth. “See, the game to porn? Focus on the woman. Always,” he said.

He increased his strokes until you were a shaking mess. You didn’t know you could make those types of sounds. But all of the tiny grunts and yips, turned to moans as you came from his finger circling your clit. He didn’t even touch it directly.

He pulled his finger away and watched you jerk and twitch until you calmed down. He licked his thumb, made a surprised sound, and stood up. Your eyes tracked him as he stepped back and took off his black T-shirt. His jeans went next, his briefs tenting with his erection.

He stroked himself over his briefs and looked at you with his head crooked to the side. “Fuck, you’re sexy,” he rasped. He moved to the side of his room and there was the sound of devices getting moved around. You laid on the bed, your eyes back to the ceiling.

This was really happening. You fought the urge to pinch yourself as Tyrone set up the camera. It had a retractable viewer and he flipped it around to the bed. You saw yourself lying there, staring at the camera.

Your pussy clenched at the thought. Tyrone had always been a man of his word. If this was his personal stash, he was the only one that would see you getting fucked. You wanted it so desperately, you leaned up on your elbows and started to remove your shorts.

“I say you can move yet?” He asked.

You panted at his aggressive tone and shook your head, not trusting your voice. “Lay yo ass back down,” he said. You followed his command, laying back on the bed. Your body was floating this time. You felt every nerve in your body twitch up and await what Tyrone had in store.

Tyrone puffed on the blunt as he finished setting up the camera. A moment later, he brought the camera closer and pointed it at your face. You blushed so hard that your cheeks burned from it. You knew they would be hot to the touch.

“Smile for Daddy,” he said.

You giggled and swiped at the camera. “Fuck you,” you said.

Tyrone chuckled a little louder this time. He moved the camera down your body. “Take off the shirt first, nice and slow,” he said.

You sat up and looked at him. Focus on him. That’s all you had to do. You’d make this the best damn video he can’t release. You took off your shirt, exposing your mismatched bra. That came next, slowly sliding it off your arms. You threw it at him and he caught it with one hand.

He smirked from behind the camera and dropped your bra. He commanded that you stand up and take off your shorts. He told you to turn around and slightly bend over as you took off your panties. You stepped out of it and he groaned.

“Fuck, look at that pretty fuckin’ pussy,” he said.

You clenched and then clenched again knowing that he was picking it up on the camera. “Crawl on the bed, get on your back,” he said.

You did as he told you. You climbed onto the bed and exaggerated yourself crawling to the top of his bed. You flipped over, dropping onto your back. “Get comfortable,” he told you.

You moved a few pillows over to cradle your head and back. You instantly felt better. You closed your eyes with a smile. Your knees were pressed together, still feeling that lingering shyness.

Tyrone tapped your knees. “Open them up for me,” he said. Tyrone had the viewfinder half flipped between you. He had it focused on your knees. You hid your face behind your hands and shook your head.

“C’mon, do what I say,” he said.

You groaned but opened your legs. You threw your arm over your eyes, not wanting to see his reaction. “Open them pretty eyes and look at me,” he said. His tone, more than anything, made you open your eyes and stare at him. Tyrone was not the gentle type online. He barked and commanded and did nearly unspeaking things to women. Soft wasn’t in his vocabulary.

“You know how sexy you are?” He asked.

“Of course I do,” you said. Your sexiness didn’t depend on no man. Not even Tyrone. You knew you were fine as hell. You ain’t pull niggas for nothin’. But you were still fuckin’ shy. Damn.

“Don’t hide it then,” he said. He climbed onto the bed and moved the camera beyond your head. You craned your neck to see him fix the viewfinder where he could see. There was a perfect angle of the length of your body, your legs spread open, and Tyrone hovering above you.

Tyrone then kissed you, rolling his tongue all over yours. You don’t know how long he spent kissing you. It was long enough to make you relax for half a second. When he felt your body go slack, he added his hands. He lowered himself to your body and rested on his elbows. His hands, he ran them all over your chest.

He massaged your breasts, rolling your nipple between his warm fingers. Each twist was just this side of painful. And you groaned. Your head flopped on the pillow as he nipped at your neck.

You brought your hands up to grip onto his back. Your nails lightly scratched him. He groaned. He kissed down your neck, moving onto the top of your titties. “Oh, shit,” you moaned as his lips latched onto your left nipple.

He sucked like he was mining for gold. He rolled his tongue over the budding peak. He ‘d stop and examine his handiwork, see if it was satisfactory, then return his attention to it. He licked a long strip down the center of your chest to your tummy.

He paid careful attention to each stretch mark, each tiny scar from you being clumsy, and every mole. His hands worked their way down too. Squeezing your sides. The upper, fleshy part of your thighs. He reached around and gripped your ass, squeezing the globes.

He continued downward, running his tongue through your pubic hair. He reached the very edge of your pussy and you squirmed away. A cold patch started inching its way under your ass. Your arousal was already flooding his bed.

He flattened his tongue against your pussy lips and you bucked off of the bed. “Oh fuck, Tyrone!” You yelled.

Your skin was itchy. You needed relief in the worst way. He chuckled and nosed his way through your folds. He swirled his tongue lazily around your clit.

“Did you know you taste good?” He murmured into your pussy. His lips caught your clit and part of your pussy lips. You made an unholy moan.

“Could eat this for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and still want some,” he said.

“Fuck,” you whined. Your pussy clenched thinking of a repeat with Tyrone. How else he could be so nasty.

The wetness of his tongue made you wetter. He began to increase the flicks of his tongue against your clit. “Oh shit, right there, right there,” you begged.

Tyrone backed away at the last second and you growled. He chuckled and kissed your clit. “You think just ‘cuz you want it, you s’posed to have it?” He asked.

“Please, please,” you said.

“Mhm, I knew yo lyin’ ass was gon’ regret what you said.”

“Or maybe I just wanna cum and I’ll say anything,” you said, goading him into proving you wrong. You’d gladly be wrong, many times over, if he kept eating you like that.

“Guess, we goin’ for six then. Start counting,” he said.

“What?”

“And the first one ain’t count neither,” he said.

“That’s cheating!” You yelled.

He looked at you from between your legs. You had to sit up some to see his half lidded eyes. “I look like a nigga that play fair?”

Your chest rose and fell and you looked at him. You shook your head. “No, but–what can I do to bring that number down?” You asked.

“Not a mu’fuckin’ thing,” he said. He kept watching you as he descended on your pussy, running his lips up and down, licking up your arousal. He watched as he tried different things, trying to see what you reacted to most. When he did something you liked, he stopped and switched tactics.

You tried not responding, quieting your moans but then he’d bit the sensitive spot between your pussy and your leg. You’d jerk, complain about the pain, and say, “Don’t give a fuck.”

You were back to moaning uncontrollably. So out of your mind in bliss, that you barely noticed that he stuck a finger inside of you. He pumped you, his finger getting wetter on each slide. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you chanted.

“Let Daddy hear you,” he said.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you continued. Each word ended on a shriek. Tyrone sucked and you came, with a loud moan. Your hands moved down your stomach, down your thighs, scratching underneath them. Your moves were jerky, flopping against the bed. You didn’t know what to do with your body as you came.

When you were done, air whooshed across your heated, sweat-slick skin. Tyrone licked up whatever was left over, making you twitch from your sensitive clit.

Tyrone kissed up one side of your thighs. He slapped your pussy, making you cry out. “One!”

He then pushed your legs back, your thighs grazing the bedsheets. “This where I want ‘em. Keep ‘em there,” he said.

How the hell was he still in so much control? You were a ruined mess. You couldn’t survive any more.

Tyrone had other plans. He trailed his fingers around your clit and you moaned. “I can’t,” you said.

“Aw, you wanna tap out?” He asked.

You nodded. Your eyes were closed. You weren’t strong enough for another orgasm.

“Still don’t give a fuck,” he said. He leaned up and over you. His thighs pushed at yours, folding you. He leaned on his fist, his muscles bunching and contracting. A vein started near his elbow and ran down towards his hand. You longed to lick it, but his arm wasn’t close enough.

You resorted to rubbing his arm. He brought his other hand to cup your pussy. Then a finger disappeared inside you. “Oh shit!” You said and jerked.

He added a second finger and you twitched. Your moans were turning painful. Robbing the breath from your lungs. You’d gasp for any little molecule of air. And then seize up once more as his fingers pumped in and out of you. “Mhmm,” Tyrone said.

“Nasty little bitch, ain’t you.” He added a third finger.

“Ty, Ty,” you croaked out.

“What? You need four?” He asked. He added a fourth finger and you rounded your eyes at him. As he pumped it into you, he turned his hand. Two fingers slipped out. The first two, he continued to pound into you. Then he crooked his fingers in a come hither motion and you exploded.

Your back lifted off of the bed as your orgasm steam rolled you. Your legs shook like mini earthquakes, each wave cascading through you like aftershocks. You reached for his chest, needed to feel something solid under your hands. He slapped your hand away and tilted his head at you.

He grabbed your nipple and pulled and you shrieked. “Fuck,” you said. He arched his brow at you. “Two,” you said.

You came down with tears gathering in your eyes. You sniffled as you shivered. Tyrone rubbed your arms, smirking at you.

“Shit, may not need the camera. I’m gon’ remember this shit,” he said.

You completely forgot about the camera. It turned you on that those orgasms were recorded. That he’d watch them again and again.

He kissed your tummy, bringing your attention back. He kissed and suckled your skin. You watched it disappear into his mouth. You groaned when he started to hurt. He moved on to more patches of skin, kissing the underswell of your right titty. He caressed your hips and massaged your ass as he kissed his way to your neck.

He bit your shoulder and then licked your neck. He placed kisses on your jaw and then kissed you. He licked the swell of your bottom lip.

Your body relaxed into the feel of his lips on you. The weed still did its thing. Every kiss was its own inferno. Burning your skin and leaving no end in sight.

Tyrone returned his attention to your neck, kissing along your ear. He licked the shell of your ear and lined up at your entrance. You didn’t even notice that he took off his briefs.

He slid in and you groaned. You brought your hand up to push at his chest. He stroked and coated his long dick with your juices. He moaned at the feeling of you. He threw his head back and you saw his neck swallowing. Tiny huffs escaped him.

“Goddamn, this pussy feels as good as it tastes,” he moaned. You clenched at his dirty words and he moaned again.

“Wanna get fucked like a good little bitch?” He asked.

“Yes! Yes, Daddy, please,” you begged, nodding your head.

His strokes were long, languorous. His hands pinned your upper arms to the bed. “What happened to all that shit you was talkin’?”

He wanted you to speak? Speak when he had his third leg half inside of you? He wasn’t even fully seated yet.

“Talk that shit now with dick in you,” he said.

You opened your mouth, ready to say something. But then he slammed all the way home, hitting your G-spot and making you cum instantly. You shook on his dick, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your toes curled. The orgasm took all coherent thought.

After, you sniffed as tears ran down your cheeks. Tyrone’s dick twitched, his eyes locked on your face.

“Can get a nigga used to this. You cum so pretty,” he said.

“Fuck, Tyrone. Please,” you whispered. He only smirked at you. He slapped his hand against your cheek. “Three,” you said with a cry.

He moved his hand down your throat and squeezed.

“Oh fuck,” you whispered. Tears fell in rivulets down your cheeks. You were past the point of feeling good in the afterglow of your orgasms.

He kept up his slow strokes, making you feel every large vein sliding against your slick inner walls. “Put them legs where I want ‘em,” he commanded.

You lifted your aching thighs, putting your hands under to hold them open for him. “Please, Daddy.”

“Please what? Ask nicely,” he said.

He slowed down even more, almost to a torturous crawl. He wiggled his hips and his dick hit all the corners of your pussy.

“Please, no more,” you said.

“You know what to say to get me to stop,” he said. He wiggled his hips for emphasis. You whined and jerked on the bed.

You didn’t want to punk out. But you truly couldn’t take another one. Still, one built up anyway. Tyrone chuckled at you, condescension poured out of him in waves.

“You know I’m cummin’ in this shit right?” He groaned. He threw his head back and his hips twitched.

You pictured him filling you up like a twinkie and your pussy clenched. “Like that? Want me to nut in you?”

He squeezed your neck one last time. He moved his hand to your lower tummy and pushed down. You felt his dick from the other side, felt how deep he was inside of you. The tip of his dick kissed your G-spot. He kissed you, soft and nasty. “Talk yo shit then. Can’t talk with dick inside you?”

Tears gave everything a watery haze. It streamed down your face. Tyrone licked up your tears and moaned low to your ear. “Gimme that nut then,” he said.

On command, another orgasm rushed through you. Spots danced behind your eyelids. You squeezed your eyes shut. “Show me them pretty eyes,” he said.

He smirked as you locked eyes with him. He angled his hips and your jaw dropped open. “Mhmm, I know. I know,” he said.

As you were calming down, you muttered, “Four.”

Tyrone slipped out of you and you drew your first real breath in what felt like hours. He leaned down between your legs, his mouth suckling on your clit.

“Oh shit, oh fuck, oh fuck, Tyrone, Daddy. Please,” you moaned.

“Open them fuckin’ legs,” he growled. You opened them wider, both your arms and legs were tired now. He brought his mouth back onto you and sucked roughly, dragging another orgasm out of you. Your eyes were permanently glued to the back of your head. Pleasure coursed through you, making your legs shake of their volition. Your soul left your body, your feet cramped. Sound exited your right ear and you felt this one in your eyes.

You squirted and Tyrone leaned back. “Mhmm,” he encouraged. “Nasty fuckin’ bitch,” he said. He licked up your sopping mess. You continued to squirt, the pleasure still so intense. He leaned back and watched you cum, watched you squirt.

“F-f-five,” you shook. Your teeth clattered and knocked against each other.

“Look at you, bein’ a good little bitch,” he said. “You made Daddy wait for his nut though.” His voice turned sinister.

He leaned up and slapped his dick against your clit. The wet slap turned you feral, and you cried for more. You begged for more.

“Fill me up, Daddy,” you cried. Your fingers tore at your body. You wanted more even though you were ready to tap out. Ready to give it up.

Tyrone chuckled as he slammed back in. “Oh fuck,” you cried and collapsed your legs.

“Uh-uh, open them fuckin’ legs. Keep that shit open,” he said.

You cried, tears long since dried up. He bottomed out and then rubbed your clit with his thumb. “Oh fuck,” you moaned.

“I know,” he said.

He slid in and out, stroking deep. Deep enough to make you see stars. “Oh, fuck, Daddy,” your voice was high-pitched. “Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me,” you chanted.

“Im finna nut,” he moaned. “I’m finna nut, I’m finna nut.” Hearing his moans was like the spark you needed. You came again, gushing and soaking his dick. He threw his head back and unloaded inside of you.

He kept going, kept fucking his cum into you. Hot splashes coated your pussy. You felt every pulse and twitch of his dick inside you. He emptied his balls into you and you moaned and scratched at his back.

He slowed his deep strokes, stilling inside of you.

“Good fuckin’ bitch,” he said. He slipped out of you, his cum leaking out behind him. He panted, his sweaty chest rising and falling almost painfully.

“Oh,” you cooed and moaned. Your legs flopped onto the bed, instant relief from keeping them up so long. “Six,” you whispered. Your voice was hoarse.

Tyrone kissed you. He breathed in your ear. “You ever have any more questions, you come let me know.”

You were already gone to the world as he said whatever it was that he said. If you woke up in the morning, it’d be a miracle.

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Bound to Fall in Love

Angel/Demon! 141 x reader

Tags: kidnapping, sacrifices, religious references, reader is too angry to die, reader commits murder lol, canon typical violence??, reader gets a kissy on the forehead, a tad crack-ish

Inclusivity tags: reader is referred to w he/him and they/them pronouns, no bodily description, no y/n

A/n: call my brain an apple w all the worms it's got. This was just a blurb at first, but I made room in there for me to potentially make it into... something I guess.

minors dni!

"Cole, I can't fucking focus while they're just... staring at us like that."

"Ignore it, Bess. We have to finish these candles."

You wish a bolt of lightening would come down and strike all three of you at once. Or maybe the building spontaneously combusting would be better. Anything, anything, would be better at this moment than watching your boyfriend and best friend work together to light a summoning circle after having tied you up in your sleep.

For a fraction of a second, you wonder if any gods are watching, if any of them would be willing to give you a boon and allow you one last chance to punch both of these betrayers in the face.

"Okay, okay, the book," Bess mutters, going to the pick up her ritual book from the coffee table you bought. Honestly, if they were going to try to sacrifice you somewhere, your living room is one of the most disrespectful places. Probably right under your bed room.

"I'm sorry," Cole has the gaul to look down at you with a face stricken with grief. Like you're dead already. "We didn't know what else to do. We're both in bad places and you've always been so good to us, so we figured-"

"You better hope this fucking kills me." You grunt. Cole's face melts into a glare. "Because if I'm still breathing, it's going to take more than Satan's intervention to save you from me. I swear on my mother." You jerk forward, making him jump back a step.

"Cole...?" Bess looks at you, then up at Cole with unease. Cole doesn't say anything for a second, sorting his feelings out with a leer before turning to her.

"Read the book."

He drags you into the middle of their pentagram while she sings Latin words off the old book pages. The candles flicker and waver before their flames grow twice as tall. Cole rolls you onto your back and pulls a knife from his back pocket.

"I meant it when I said I'm sorry," Cole mutters. You snarl, but don't jump at him like you want to.

"Yeah? Yeah, you're sorry? Kiss my ass!" You shout over Bess's reading. "If I'm still alive after this, I'm killing you and burying you in the fucking septic tank!" You crane your head up so you can see Bess as well. "Time to get some stuff off my chest, yeah? Bess, I fucked your older brother on the day we graduated."

Her eyes go wide, and she almost stops talking, but Cole shoots her a look that forces her to continue.

"And his friend Carl, the one you had a crush on. And Cole? I never. Fucking. Finished. Ever! You are the only person I've dated who couldn't get me off." Cole's hand's twitch around the blade.

"Are you serious?"

"Does now look like a time to- ack!" You don't get to finish because Bess finished the spell and it was time for your blood to fuel it. The blade buries in your gut, turning this way and that way at measured increments. You just lay there and twitch, breathy gasps falling from your gaping mouth, the pain only throwing fuel to the fires of your rage.

"Please, we call you here! Honor us with your presence!" Bess chants. Cole step away from you when the candles roar and your vision is filled with bright red and orange.

The ground beneath you rumbles. Whispers fill your ears, nothing you can ever imagine understanding, but something tells you they're other summoners. Or maybe little souls of those who were just where you are now, with a people sacrificing them.

It's odd, you think as blood soaks your back, your hair. You thought you'd be more scared in what could be your final moments. But there's only anguish where there should be fear. Only unfettered violent tension felt in your muscles, and a tongue hungering for iron and gore. You're jaw is wound tight enough to shatter your teeth.

If you could think straight, if you weren't about to die, you might be a little concerned. Never have you wanted to sink your fingers into someone's soft bits as much as you do now. This is normal, right? A normal amount of rage for the people taking your life.

Something in your gut tells you it's not.

In the fog of your rage, you missed the appearance of a pair of men above you. They hover, leathery plum colored wings sagging. One wears a leather strap harness across his chest, while the other favors an unbuttoned silk shirt. One of them looks at you curious as the fire dies, steam and copper colored smoke bellowing from his mouth. A thick cigar hangs on his lips.

"You came! There's... two of you?" Cole gawks, then falls to his knees beside Bess. You can't help but scoff at their sniveling forms.

"We did. There are." The one without the cigar brushes back his long mohawk to get a better look at the whimpering humans. They're nothing new to them, just another set of weak little things looking to get something without putting in the work for it.

Well, they might have had to put in the work to capture you, based on the way you still squirm and fight the rope keeping your arms together. So much blood has left you. You are going to die. Yet you spend your last moments doing what most humans find to be a waste of precious time. Being angry. It's interesting.

"What do you want?" The bearded one in the silk shirt grunts out around his cigar. Bess lifts her head just a bit to speak.

"We want to make a trade. A soul for a better life for us."

There's a moment of silence. You blink your heavy lids, growing too tired to do much else anymore. Both demons look back at you, then to the kneeling humans.

"They're not dead." They say at the same time.

Bess and Cole stiffen and finally chance a glance at you. You're bleeding, a glassy look to your eye and a smile on your face, but you're not dead.

"See, Bess?" You cough up blood only to swallow it back down, "what did I tell you? The cunt can't make me come and can't... can't even make me go."

The mohawked devil pops a wicked smile, not even hiding it from his would-be contractors.

Cole fumes. "I can finish the job. Fuck, am I going to finish the job." He stands, moving to step into the circle only to yelp, the invisible border around the summoning circle becoming visible if only to shock Cole back.

"Not so fast," the bearded one spawns a scroll in his hand. He's eyes glow a molten orange as he scans it. "Section 1, clause 3, part 19 states: executioner(s) must sacrifice one(1) human soul to contractee(s)... Let's see... Here it is: Sacrificee(s) must be dead upon arrival so that proper collection can be done. If sacrificee(s) is still soul bond upon arrival, then they are made the true contractor and all work will be conducted with them."

"In other words," the mohawked one grinned, "you should have went for the heart." He taps at his chest.

"Or the neck." The other devil offers.

"Or that vein in they're thigh."

"The sephenous, Johnny."

"Yeah, that."

"No, no!" Cole grabs at his hair as Bess looks like she's about to start crying. You want to laugh. They deserve the despair. They deserve the horror in their mistake. They were going to kill you!

"That means," the devils lean back to look at you. "You're our contractor. You get two requests at the price of one, human. I suggest one of those requests includes healing you." He flicks the ashes of his cigar on your leg. You don't even have to think of what you want most right now.

"I want you to untie me." You roll on your side. They wait for the rest. Cole and Bess look like they're going to shit themselves from the pale faced looks of terror they give you. Your eyes narrow. "And a hammer. A old fashioned iron and wood handled hammer."

Another beat of silence before the infernals bend over in laughter. The room shacks, sulfuric smoke pouring from their mouths to funk up the room. Cole tries to cox Bess to her feet while they're distracted. Their feet can't move though. It's like they're glued in placed and no amount of pulling and tugging could get them loose. Shame.

"Yer a funny one, love. I'll love having your soul for a few eternities." The one in leather floats over you, tilting his head this way and that way to get a good look at you. You settle him with a neutral look. "My name is Johnny. You sure that's what you want? I think you've only got a few minutes left in you."

"Then let's hurry this up a little, huh?"

"Ooh, you heard 'em." The cigared one snickers and snaps his claws. Two contracts appear in front of your face, both written in a language you can hardly comprehend. A pen appeared in front of your mouth. "Sign on the dotted line please."

You take the quill in your mouth, dip it in the blood beneath you.

"Rah 'ere?"

"Mhm."

You lean forward to dot the paper with your sloppy signature, but bizarrely enough, it seems like the powers that be have decided that they haven't made enough appearances. The floor trembles, and you worry about your poor infrastructure for a fraction of a second, when a set of gold doors spawn right behind you. You roll back onto your back to intake everything. You swear you're hallucinating when a pair of white winged angels step out, the clouded blue of heaven at their back.

"Hello?" You greet stupidly. You must be losing your mind, right? What the fuck is happening.

"Do not sign a thing." The bronzen angel instructs. "Human, we are here as messengers. God sees great things for you in your ascension. Please do not squander that to these demons." He shoots a sharp look at the demonic pair. The angel's counterpart wears a white cloak, obscuring all but his glowing golden eyes. You half expect him to sing "Be not afraid." despite you actively shitting bricks.

Oddly enough, their appearence seems to have some sort of healing property. Your lethargy starts to clear and the blade in your gut starts to get pushed out. Nothing hurts anymore.

"Oh, so we've got a big soul on our hands here, huh?" Johnny smirks. "Price, what's the plan?"

Price the devil throws his cigar to the ground and crushes it.

"Do what we do best. Bargain."

"Don't play with us, Price." The shrouded angel grunts. He's got a mind piercing voice that's got your head ringing, and you swear it echoes despite the room being well furnished. "We can provide them with just as much, if not more, at no cost of their soul." Those gold orbs land on you. "All we ask for is your faith."

"Jesus fucking Christ!" You tug at your bonds with renewed vigor. The angels wince at the mention of their Lord, but only watch as you force yourself upright. "I could not give a rat's ass who gets what! How about this? First one to get me free and a hammer in hand gets my loyalty."

There's two resounding snaps from either side of you. The ropes disappear, a hammer is in your left and right hand. You don't think deeper on what that implies. You finally stand, dropping the hammer in your nondominant hand, and march over to the two people you thought you could trust. They kneel now, seemingly ready to beg for their souls.

"Come on, don't look scared now." You drop your hands on your hips. "What happened to you finishing the job?"

"I didn't want-"

"Say it with your chest." You poke his breast plate with the iron hammer head.

"I didn't want it to come to this!" Cole yells. The divine audience doesn't say anything about it. They watch you curiously as you bounce the hammer in hand. Your soul is visible to them. What should be a glowing ball of light is a red and white morning star, all sharp edges and pulsing like a heart. Your soul will certainly not end up with the others, that much is true.

"I just... I couldn't keep up with you! Your life style, the way you act, your job. I never left good enough. Bess expressed the same thing and we just... clicked. We would have just left, but we could have never lived without struggling, so we just..." He swallows. You can't look at him anymore, hands clenching at what he says next. "The book called for someone we cared for."

''That supposed to make me feel better?" You tilt your head. Cole winces, eyes falling on your feet. You look to Bess. "Thought you were better than this. You were going to kill me. Because what, I was happy? I loved both of you, you could have just talked to me."

"We're sorry! What more do you want?" Bess sobs. You straighten up, bouncing the hammer on your hip, acting like you next action is something to deliberate. You already know what they deserve, and a flash of sadness bubbles in your chest, but it quickly passes as a hot, searing emotion burns a hole into what little hesitation you had left.

"Reckon I want your souls after all the shit you've caused." You grin before swinging the hammer back and caving in Cole's chest.

"Fuck..." is all you can say after everything is done. Cole and Bess lay in a bloody heep, all recognizable features destroyed and crushed. You pant, hands trembling and nothing but white noise and static crunching around in your head. You just killed your best friend and boyfriend. For some reason, you've never felt so light.

Someone's whistle gets followed by a clap.

"Impressive. Done that before?" Johnny chuckles. He floats closer, hand running down your back as he moves past and pokes around the pulped organs. "Shite, did them right in. Can't tell which is which."

"I've never-" you start to answer, but hands are clapped onto your shoulders, shocking you into silence.

"Well, that was a good place to start, lad. Your swings were a bit sloppy, but we can fix that." Price squeezes at your trapezius, massaging the stiffness out of them. A throat clears, and Price sighs like he forgot there was other company.

"We aren't finished. The human is our ward now, Price." The uncloaked angel snaps his finger, pulling you from Price and making you spawn between the two angels. The bronzen angel smiles down at you with teeth so white you could damn near see your reflection.

"There you are. It's nicer to have you close. My friend here is Simon and I'm-"

"Come on, Kyle, you know he's ours!" Johnny spits, his wings flaring out. "We gave him the hammer first, so piss off."

"Uh...huh." Kyle's smile falls. "I think you're a bit mistaken. Look, after executing the human's request, I have his name here." A stone slab appears in front of your face. It's smells like sunshine and warm grass. What the fuck. "His pledge to the Lord has been set and his soul already has a place next to Their throne."

"Right, right, like we don't have documentation neither." Johnny huffs. The stone disappears as a scroll appears next to the devil. The smell of sulfur and smoke wafts over to you. "His name is right there, pretty boy. Getting yer fuckin' lookers on."

Kyle ignores the rude tone and does pull out a pair of reading glasses to go over the scroll. You stand there in the silence, a little too scared to speak up. What could you do anyway? In a blind anger, you didn't really have the mind to think any of this out. Angels and devils are fighting over you because you'd stupid ass was too blood hungry to think past murder. All that can be done is for them to figure this out amongst themselves, and for you to wait for the sentencing. Heaven, or Hell?

"...Simon." Kyle slowly pulls his glasses off. "This is legit. His soul is promised to all of us."

You glance up at Simon, the scary motherfucker. He blinks. Once. Twice. Then pinches the bridge of his nose with a hagard sigh.

"Shit."

That's not good.

Johnny laughs, Price grinning like a dog with a bone. Kyle marches over to you, patting your shoulders with an awkward smile. His demeanor reminds you of the way your mom acted when she said she was going to divorce your dad. And all you can think is "Not this again." Are you going to be spending your afterlife going between heaven and hell forever? Does God get weekends because Their day is Sunday or whatever?

"We need to go and talk this over with some superiors. We'll clean this up," Kyle snaps and the gore is gone, so is the ritual circle and candles. "And we'll get back to you in the morning." He places a feather light kiss on your forehead, and suddenly you're squeaky clean and in the softest set of pajamas you've ever worn. "Stay safe while we're gone and don't allow these two to influence you. Get some rest."

"Blah, blah, blah," Johnny mocks from the sidelines. Price tilts his head, and there's nothing but amusement behind those eyes. Yeah, this is exactly like your parents divorce.

"O-okay? I mean, I'll try." You shrug.

Simon nods. "That's all you can do." He steps back into the golden doorway and Kyle falls in stride. You make some distance, and with a final wave from a white toothed angel, the doors shut with a slam that shakes the house's foundation.

"Just you and us now, stud."

You turn with a comedic slowness to the devils. Price chuffs and floats forward. His assess you, takes you in in all your fluffy white pajama glory, and it seems he finds what he wants when he nods.

"Guess we've got to talk with top brass to see what's going on ourselves. Pity we couldn't stick around longer." The devil's eyes never meet yours, staying glued to various parts of your face. They hop from ears, to your eyebrows, down to your lips. Christ on a bike, is it getting hot in here? His blue, glowing cerulean eyes appear to flash with something.

"Shite, yer right." Johnny groans. "I hate going down there."

"Suck it up, love. You know how I feel about sharing." Price drops his interest in you like an old toy and takes Johnny close by his waist. You watch with a lead poisoned stare as their noses touch intimately, words you can't hear being exchanged. It's kinda of awkward to just stand there and watch but your brain isn't really functioning well enough to tell you to stop.

"Hey, stud." You blink, refocusing on the pair. Johnny seems to have climbed his partner, his legs on his waist and arms around his neck. Price makes busy opening a portal to hell in your livingroom with one hand, supporting Johnny under his ass with the other. "Sit pretty, yeah? 'll be back before those two arseholes, promise."

"Right... yeah." You nod. "Uh, be safe?"

"Be safe, he says." Price mutters. "Cute." Johnny waves until Price steps through the infernal hole and falls from view. The portal closes right behind him so you'd have no hopes of seeing anything but the red hue of smog and dust.

And here you are. A little dazed, a little sad, probably holding back a break down from the last hour of events. But you're alive and you're healed. There's no blood to clean, you're in comfortable pajamas. Could probably sleep right now if your brain would stop for a minute, but it doesn't look like that's in the plans.

So you look for something to do. Cole and Bess and moved around all your furniture to make the summoning circle. Guess you can start there, right?

#ghost mw2 #price mw2 #cod modern warfare #gaz mw2 #soap mw2 #call of duty #angel/devil au #141 x reader #141 x male reader #poly!141 x reader #let me cook!#LET ME COOK!

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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 28 days

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Requesting something where reader works as a barista and her boss/co-worker is flirting with her like non-stop. She finally reveals to her BF Ethan about it and of course he’s livid. Ethan/GF makes a visit to the cafe to show boss/co-worker to leave y/n alone for good. Later that night Ethan reminds y/n that she is ONLY his. Please include as much smut as you deem necessary. Btw absolutely adore your writing. 💕

Hiiii! I hope you like it💕

I Mean It - Ghostface!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: Your creepy supervisor threatens to get you fired after you reject his advances, so Ethan takes care of the problem.

Contains: Suggestions to murder, workplace harassment(Nothing graphic), oral - f recieving, p in v, rough-ish sex

A/N: I was going to post this earlier today but life happened haha

Ethan was the sweetest boyfriend to you. He loved to randomly buy you flowers just to see you smile, plan date days for the two of you, and he was always doing something to make you laugh, especially if you were having a bad day. He was also very protective. Whenever he’d be out with you somewhere, if he noticed that another guy was staring at you, he made eye contact until the person took the hint. God forbid anyone said anything or catcalled you because Ethan didn’t mind confronting someone. He didn’t want anyone else to think they could have you, but he also thought it was disrespectful to you.

You knew how Ethan could be, so when your new supervisor at work, Logan, started to flirt with you, you didn’t want to tell him. The last thing you wanted was for Ethan to pop in one day and say something, and with his occasional hotheaded tendencies, you were sure you’d get fired. You needed your job, especially with Ethan talking about how he wanted you to move in with him.

“Hey cutie,” Logan said, as you’d just put your apron on. “What are you doing after work today?”

“You know I have a boyfriend,” you said, brushing him off as you checked to make sure the coffee that was already brewed was still fresh. “Plus, you’re my supervisor. Don’t you think it’s a little unprofessional for you to keep hitting on me?”

“No,” he said, leaning on the counter beside you. “I can’t believe you’re with that loser.”

“Don’t talk about him like that,” you warned, as you once again, walked away from him. You peaked in the fridge to see what milk you needed to grab from the back, but he stayed right beside you.

“He’s not going to do anything,” he said, as you sighed in frustration.

“Seriously, Logan. Let it go. It’s never going to happen,” you said, making a mental note of what you needed before going to grab the extra milk.

He was still behind you, and you were starting to get a little uncomfortable. He was always flirting, but him following you into the walk-in cooler where no one else could see the two of you was making you nervous. You tried to push any anxiety you had to the side so you could get what you needed and get out, but once you had two gallons of milk in your hands and he stood in front of the door so you couldn’t move past him, you were starting to get mad. You huffed as you sat the milk down on one of the shelves.

“What the fuck is your problem?” you asked, staring him down as he smiled.

“I could write you up for talking to me like that…but I won’t if you let me take you out. Just once,” he said, trying to manipulate you into giving him a chance.

“Yeah, I can only imagine how that night would end,” you scoffed, as he started to smirk.

“Hopefully with you naked in my bed.”

You didn’t have time to process what you were doing before your hand connected with his cheek, the sharp sound muffled by the hum of the cooler. Your hand was stinging as you pulled it away, a red mark appearing on the side of his face as he stared at you in disbelief.

“I’m getting you fired for that,” he said, stepping away from the door as he ran his hand over his cheek. “I’ll tell the manager about this in the morning.”

“I’ll tell him about you sexually harassing me,” you snapped, grabbing the milk off the shelf and walking out of the cooler.

Your other coworkers looked at you as you walked out, noticing that you were trying to hold your tears in. You put the milk in the fridge before Logan walked out, an angry look on his face as he made his way towards you.

“I think you should go home for the rest of the day,” he said, as you took your apron off.

“Fine. I didn’t want to be here with your creepy ass anyway.”

“Expect the manager to call you in the morning,” he said, as you made your way out of the coffee shop.

On your walk back home, you knew you needed to tell Ethan. If Logan was going to get you fired anyway, you knew you’d be happier with the situation if Ethan confronted him. You dried the stray tears on your cheeks before you pulled out your phone to text him.

You: Can you come over before your late class?

Ethan: Yeah

Ethan: Wait, why aren’t you at work?

You: I’ll tell you about it when you come over.

When you made it to your dorm, you noticed Ethan standing outside of the door, waiting for you.

“That was fast,” you said, as he took in your sad appearance.

“You know I live in the next building over,” he said, as you walked up to him and rested your head against his chest. His arms wrapped around you, his hand soothingly rubbing across your back. “What happened, baby?”

“Let’s go inside and I’ll tell you,” you said, pulling away to unlock your door.

As you explained the interaction with Logan, Ethan was starting to get angry. His leg was bouncing as he tried to keep calm in front of you, but he knew that Logan needed to pay for the way he’d treated you. Ethan wouldn’t tolerate him flirting with you in the first place, but the idea of anyone thinking they’d even have a chance with you had him fuming, because you were his.

“I don’t know if I can stop by the coffee shop tonight, but I’ll take care of it tomorrow,” he lied, already having a sinister plan floating around in his head. “Maybe if you tell your manager what happened, he’ll be the one that gets fired.”

“All that man does is kiss the higher-ups’ asses, and he cornered me where he knew there weren’t any cameras,” you sighed, as he took a deep breath.

“I promise you, you won’t have to deal with him anymore,” Ethan said, as he stood up. “I’ll take care of it. But I have to run right now or I’m going to be late for class.”

“Okay,” you said, as he grabbed your hands and pulled you close. He placed a sweet kiss on your lips before he pulled away. “Wait, my roommate had to go home for a family emergency. If you think you could sneak back in here tonight, I’d love to spend some alone time with you.”

“Hmm, I like the sound of that,” he said, smirking at you. “Leave your door unlocked. I might not get here until late, but I don’t want to get caught in the hallway.”

“I will. I hope your class isn’t too boring,” you said, as he mumbled “I know it won’t be.”

It wasn’t going to be because he wasn’t going. After seeing how upset you were, and the possibility of Logan getting you fired after he harassed you, he knew what needed to happen to him. He’d go to the ends of the earth to protect you, and he’d do anything to make sure you didn’t have to see Logan’s pathetic self again.

Ethan always paid close attention to his surroundings, even when he was visiting you at work for your breaks. He’d met you at the back entrance a couple of times when you had to close…the back entrance that was never locked until the supervisor left. He knew that was his way to get in, he just needed to plan it out perfectly.

He ran to his dorm to get the things he needed, hoping Chad wouldn’t come back as he put the robe, mask, and knife in his backpack. His roommate walked in just as he’d finished zipping his bag back up.

“Hey, wanna play Mortal Kombat when you get home later?” Chad asked, as he held up the game he’d just picked up.

“No, I won’t be coming home after class. I just stopped by to grab some extra clothes,” Ethan said, as Chad shook his head.

“Don’t get caught in her dorm again,” he said, as Ethan rolled his eyes and walked out.

Ethan found a little hiding spot outside of the view of the exterior cameras of the coffee shop as he waited for his opportunity to go in. His head snapped up from his phone once he heard your coworkers talking amongst themselves as they walked out the back door. He locked his phone and slid it in his pocket before unzipping his backpack and grabbing what he needed to not get caught.

He held the knife tightly in his hand as he walked up to the back entrance and opened the door, peaking around the hallway. He noticed that the coffee shop was dark, aside from the glow of the fluorescent lighting in the manager’s office. He quietly stepped towards it, and once he made it to the doorway, he tapped the blade of his knife against the metal door frame to get Logan’s attention.

As soon as Ethan finished what he went there to do, he wiped the blood off his knife before heading towards the back exit. He slowly opened the door to make sure no one was outside before he bolted to where he was hidden before. He took off the robe and the mask and shoved it, along with the knife, into his backpack.

You kept checking the time on your phone, wondering what was taking Ethan so long. You almost thought he got caught by your RA, but you knew he would’ve messaged you to tell you that. You jumped when your door quickly opened as Ethan ran inside.

“You scared the shit out of me,” you sighed, as he turned to smile at you.

“Sorry. I almost got caught,” he said, his breathing heavy from all the running he’d just done.

His adrenaline was still pumping through his veins as he took in your appearance. You had the cutest little pajama set on, and he was dying to get you out of it.

“You know you’re only mine, right?” he asked, as he stepped closer to you. You noticed the dark look in his eyes as you curiously looked at him.

“Are you okay?” you questioned, as he let out a light chuckle.

“You didn’t answer my question. Maybe I need to show you who you belong to,” he said, as your core started to throb at his words.

“Are you still mad about the Logan stuff? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you he was flirting with me until it got bad,” you said, as he shook his head.

“You do need to tell me when stuff like that happens, but…” he trailed off, once he noticed you laying there, clenching your thighs together. Your eyes were so needy, and you were struggling to sit still. “I think you want me to show you that your mine.”

“Mhm,” you said, as he sat his stuff down and pulled his shirt over his head.

He got on your bed and hovered over you before he leaned down to place his lips against yours. Your mouths were hungrily moving together, like you couldn’t get enough of each other. You felt Ethan start to tug at your pajama shorts as he pushed his tongue past your slightly parted lips. You lifted your hips so Ethan could slide the shorts down over the curve of your ass. As soon as he got you out of them, his fingertips gently moved up your thigh.

You whimpered into his mouth as he started to rub you over your panties. He slid them to the side to rub painfully slow circles against your needy bundle of nerves. He knew what he was doing, but he couldn’t help it. He loved teasing you until you were begging him to fuck you.

“Ethannn,” you whined once he pulled away to catch his breath. “Move your fingers faster.”

He smirked at the pouty look playing on your lips as he barely changed up his pace. It was almost unnoticeable, as you gave him a ‘Really?’ look.

“Oh, you want more?” he asked, his fingers quickly rubbing against your clit. “Is this what you need?”

“Yes,” you moaned, as he started to laugh and slow his fingers. You whined in protest as he almost came to a stop. You were starting to get a little frustrated, especially after you’d thought about Ethan taking care of you in the way you needed him to the entire evening. “I thought you were going to show me who I belong to?”

His smirk dropped and his eyes got so dark at your question. You weren’t trying to piss him off, but you felt like you did as he stared at you.

“Don’t be a brat,” he warned, “I do so much for you.”

“I’m sorry, babe. I know you do,” as he scooted down the bed and looked at you from in between your thighs.

“You don’t know the half of it,” he said, before he leaned forward, his tongue licking stripes up your clit.

Your hands went to his hair as his tongue skillfully moved against you, but you still needed more. He already knew that, but he wanted you to ask him for it. You stayed quiet, not wanting to make him mad like you did before. Your bottom lip was in between your teeth as you tried to hold your sounds in, because you didn’t want anyone to hear you. Ethan loved it when you were loud, but you didn’t want him to get caught in your dorm again.

He wasn’t satisfied with your silence, a low moan slipping past your lips once he sucked your clit into his mouth and started to move his head from side to side.

“Unf, fuck,” you whimpered, your hips lifting off the bed as he fought to hold them down. “Please use your fingers.”

He slid his middle and ring finger into your dripping pussy with ease as he kept sucking on your clit. He curved his fingers just right, your legs involuntarily twitching at the feeling. Once he sucked even harder, you felt your orgasm building.

“I’m close,” you whined, as his fingers pressed harder against that spongy spot inside of you.

His eyes connected with yours as your moans kept getting louder, the feeling in the pit of your stomach getting stronger and stronger as he brought you closer to the edge. Your hands were tugging on his hair as you started to move your hips with his fingers until your entire body started to shake. He watched you fall apart as that feeling finally washed over you, your breathing shaky as you whimpered his name.

He slowed his fingers as you started to come down from your high and switched from sucking your clit to gentle licks. Once you started to pull your hips away from the slight overstimulation, he removed his fingers and sat up to look at you.

“You’re mine, right?” he joked, as you stared at him through your post-orgasm haze.

“I think so…I need you to fuck me so I can be sure,” you said, teasing him as he glared at you.

“Be careful what you ask for,” he said, sliding off the side of your bed to take his jeans and boxers off. He walked over to your bedside table and grabbed a condom before he crawled back on the bed with you.

He grabbed one of the extra pillows from beside your head and placed it under you as you lifted your hips for him. Once he slid inside of you, he gave you time to adjust to his size as he leaned down to kiss you. His tongue glided across your bottom lip as you let him deepen the kiss, but you were starting to squirm underneath him.

He started off with slow, deep thrusts. The tip of his cock was brushing against your g-spot as he caught all your moans with his mouth. Your nails ran over his back as he fucked you at a slow pace, but you were craving more. Your legs wrapped around him so he could go even deeper, but he knew what you really needed.

He pulled away to look at you as he rested on his knees, still thrusting into your soaked core.

“Are you mine?” he growled, as you nodded. “You better fucking say it.”

“Mmm, shit. I’m all yours,” you said, as he quickly sped up. His cock was slamming into you so hard that the sounds of his skin slapping against yours, along with the loud moans flooding out of your mouth, were bouncing off the walls.

His brows were furrowed as he concentrated on keeping his pace, his cheeks a rosy pink as he tried to keep his breathing as steady as he could.

You snaked your hand down to your clit, before he swatted it away and replaced it with his thumb. He was rolling circles over it, the pressure making you whimper.

Grunts were slipping past his lips as he started to drill into your g-spot even harder, your shaky hands gripping the comforter to brace yourself for your orgasm.

He knew that if the sounds already coming from your room weren’t loud enough for anyone else to hear, the sounds you were about to make definitely would be. He placed his hand over your mouth, your eyes wide as your eyebrows knitted together.

Your pussy started to flutter as you let out a loud cry against the palm of his hand, your entire body bucking as he tried to fuck you through it.

Your chest was heaving as your body started to relax, but he still kept his hand in place just in case you couldn’t be quiet as he chased his own orgasm. It didn’t take long for his hips to stutter.

“Aahh fuck,” he moaned out as he pulled his hand away from your mouth, his head falling forward as he gave a few more week thrusts, his cum filling the tip of the condom. He slid out of you and flopped on his back as he tried to catch his breath.

“Holy shit,” you mumbled, as he turned his head to look at you. You looked like you could fall asleep in that moment, so he got up to take the condom off, and grabbed your panties and his boxers off the floor.

“Let me help you, baby,” he said, as he slid your panties back up your legs and over your hips. He slid his boxers back on before crawling in bed beside you and pulling you closer.

You moved your head to his chest, and he heard your breathing slow as he drew patterns on your back with his fingertips.

“I love you, babe,” he said, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Love you, too,” you said softly, as you started to drift off.

The next morning, you woke up to the sound of your phone vibrating against the nightstand. You lifted your head off Ethan’s chest as he started to wake up, a sweet smile on his lips as his eyes stayed closed.

“Oh shit,” you said, grabbing your phone. Ethan’s eyes opened as you glanced over to him, your phone still vibrating in your hands. “It’s work.”

You hesitantly answered it, a nervous “Hello?” slipping past your lips. Your eyes went wide as you listened to your manager speak, your hand covering your mouth as you tried to process everything you were being told. Ethan was trying so hard to hold in his smile over the horrible crime he committed, but he’d do anything for you. He had no shame in that.

Once you hung up with your manager, you turned to Ethan, your eyes still wide as you tried to put into words what you were told.

“So uh, the coffee shop is a crime scene right now,” you said, as Ethan looked at you, fake confusion painted on his face.

“What do you mean?” he questioned, as your words got stuck in your throat. “Talk to me, baby.”

“Logan was murdered last night after everyone left,” you said, the shock fully hitting you once the words left your mouth. “Oh my god. That’s fucking crazy.”

“Yeah…I’m just happy you weren’t there,” Ethan said, as you nodded.

“Me too…I wonder what happened,” you said, as he shrugged.

“We’ll probably know something soon,” he said, as he started to laugh a little. You didn’t think it was very funny, your questioning look letting him know he needed to explain himself. “It’s not funny, but I guess you aren’t getting fired, after all. He was a scummy person…now he can’t treat anyone else the way he treated you.”

“That’s true,” you sighed as you laid your head back on Ethan’s chest.

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ddejavvu · 7 months

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asking anakin to pin you to the wall or choke you using the force 🥵

mei i would BEG him on my hands and knees

so this covers inappropriate uses of the force that go far beyond choking because i have far too many thoughts on the concept and couldn't stop myself there, oops!

obvious cw for choking/restraint, don't read if it will bother you.

this post is 18+, minors dni.

well we definitely know he doesn't have an aversion to force-choking !! he's very tactile, and he most likely already has asked, or you've asked him, to choke you during sex. he loves it. he loves feeling the rush of your blood under his hand, he loves feeling your life sitting completely bare beneath his fingers like that, his hand against your skin. with his flesh hand, which soaks up the heat of your neck as he slowly wraps his fingers around you, squeezing until he can feel your heart thumping wildly through your pulse and smothering his skin into your warmth. with his prosthetic hand, which is chilly and unrelenting without its leather glove, and darkly sexy with it. It doesn't matter which hand he uses, he gets remarkably turned on by the way that you lean into it, the way that you bare your neck- your life for him to use like a plaything.

you'd watched him crumple a can of booze with the Force the other day; something cheap he'd wasted his credits on for the thrill of it. his gloved hand had formed the shape of the can, then squeezed inward gracefully, and the metal had crumpled formlessly into a mangled wreck that Anakin had slipped through a rather narrow trash compactor opening. He'd only done it to avoid getting caught with the liquor, but your throat stings when you think about the way that his black glove had tightened slowly, deliberately, mercilessly around nothingness as the can crumpled.

you have to ask him.

you had meant to have a discussion with him about it, a structured, clear conversation about whether he was comfortable with it, not only the act but the blatant disrespect of the code by a rather improper use of the Force. but he'd gotten handsy after returning from a day of sparring, and when his hand reaches for your throat, hips pumping steadily against your own and driving his cock into you forcefully with each thrust, you reach up to stop it.

You clutch at his hand and pull it away from your neck, eyes pleading as he stares worriedly down at you. He lets you deter him from your neck, thrusts petering out into a slow rhythm when you whine after he stops them altogether.

"What's wrong?" He asks bluntly, because anakin has never beaten around the bush, "Why can't I choke you?"

"I want you to," You clear your suddenly dry throat, ready to explain but yanking his hand back down when he tries resuming his original endeavor, "Wait- Anakin, I want you to use the Force!"

that stops him. your core aches and begs for him to resume his steady thrusting, but he's sheathed himself completely in your cunt, so you're stuffed to the brim while he contemplates your words. You feel bad for putting him on the spot, but his eyes darken a shade as some of the light leaves them, and his brow twitches.

"What?"

"I want you to choke me with the Force," You repeat, craning your neck down to kiss at the black leather pads of his gloved fingers, "Please, Anakin, I- I just want- just like you do normally, but with the Force. I know it's- improper, and- and disrespectful to the Force, but-"

All of a sudden, your lungs freeze in their pursuit of oxygen, and words fail you. Your chest is still, no air entering or escaping, and Anakin's fingers twitch slightly where he loosens his disembodied grip on your windpipe just enough for you to take in a proper breath.

"I am the Force," He speaks through gritted teeth, and his words flood your core with heat just as much as the relentless grip on your throat does, "Holding back would be disrespectful." He leans over you, his hand maintaining both pressure and distance as he fits his body around it. He remains fully immersed in your cunt, his dick stuffed inside of you as you clench around him desperately, and his breath is hot on your face as he towers above you.

"Not telling me what you want, would be disrespectful." He lectures, eyes only growing darker as you feel your lungs burning in your chest. You gasp for air, only able to drag in a miniscule amount as he continues closing his fingers around your windpipe, "I never feel closer to the Force than when I am inside of you. I am the Force, we are the Force, and hiding anything that would strengthen that force would be disrespectful."

You take in another rattling breath, but his fingers cut you off completely, sending a bolt of overwhelming pleasure to your core as the leather of his glove creaks slightly with the twitch of his fingers.

"Understand?" He asks, and you nod vigorously.

"Speak." He commands, loosening his grip so that you can gush, 'Yes! Yes, Anakin, I understand!"

"Good." He seals off your airway once more, that delicious burning feeling transferring straight from your chest to your cunt, your thighs trembling slightly as you feel his cock twitch inside of you.

the two of you share intense orgasms that night, both now enamored by this concept. it's a complete power trip for anakin, the fact that he doesn't even have to touch you to have your life in his hands? his hand doesn't need to contact your skin for it to get you hot and bothered, he can turn you on from a mile away.

this might be a problem for you, though. because anakin is nothing if not creative and inventive, which means that you feel invisible fingers gently nudging themselves against your cunt one day. you're at home, anakin's reading through a report while you're curled up watching something, but you startle at the touch nonetheless, eyes peeled for whatever had touched you.

you notice anakin's hand poised with two fingers outstretched, that dark glint in his eyes once more as he leans back in his chair. he nudges his fingers forwards again, and you feel that prodding at your core, an embarrassingly intense gush of raw lust aching below your stomach.

"Anakin..." You warn, but you're not sure if the apprehension is leveled at him, or yourself. warning him to be careful, warning yourself to maintain composure, neither work.

He strokes his fingers slightly back and forth, rubbing down the length of your slit, then ending at your clit. it's such a familiar sensation but unnervingly new at the same time, and you can't withhold your gasp as he pushes ever so slightly to breach the tension of your lips. with a twitch of his finger he rubs against your clit and though you're woefully underlubricated, all he has to do is continue running those tantalizingly invisible fingers over your core and soon enough you're clenching around emptiness that's quickly filled with his nonexistent fingers.

it's a strange sensation, but anakin's eyes are glued predatorily to the way that your cunt widens and narrows with every pump of his fingers, and his hand twitches in mid-air as he brings you towards your climax. he's mesmerized, he's never been able to see such an unobstructed view of your convulsing cunt before, and you'll be lucky to escape from his relentless fingers before you're nearly passed out in exhaustion from cumming so many times in a row. he studies you, gets down on his knees in front of the couch to peer transfixed into your cunt as he finger-fucks you with a hand that isn't there. he's now addicted to force-fucking you, so expect it to happen at rather inopportune times.

another favorite tactic of his is to force your mouth open with just a wave of his hand. he loves to see you choking yourself on his cock but you've both discovered there's something deeply sexy about being restrained, and instead of just kneeling above your face and throat-fucking you, he decides to take your mouth with the Force. he holds it ajar, the perfect circumference for his cock, and fucks your mouth, using that invisible appendage to keep your lips parted as you gag and sob on him. your hands fly up to grab at his hips but you're not trying to push him off, no, you're yanking him forwards, dragging him down, begging him to stuff his leaking, twitching cock even further down your throat. even when he cums down your throat and releases his hold on your mouth you leave it hanging open, panting with the effort of simply breathing, and trying to wrap your head around just how fucking hot what he just did was.

if/when you ask him to pin you to the wall, he's so fucking cocky about it. these insufferable smirks as he pushes you up against it, pinning your limbs in place and leaning in to talk with his nose brushed against yours.

'Yeah? You want me to hold you down, baby? You want me to take whatever I want from you, don't you?'

you nod, the only part of your body still at your free will being your head, and it bumps against the wall in your vigor but you don't care. all you care about is letting him take control of you, is being splayed out on the wall like a trophy for him, and letting him do whatever he pleases.

'Good,' he leans in to kiss you, hot and wet and careless and sloppy, 'Good, angel. Maker, I'm obsessed with you. You're so good, so pretty-" as he trails his hand across your still torso, his thumb dipping between your legs to nudge fondly over your clit, 'you're mine.'

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psychedelic-ink · 8 months

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𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐒.

DAY EIGHT OF HAUNTED HOEDOWN

prompt: cult au + “do you like it when i bleed for you?”

pairing: cult leader!din djarin x f!reader

genre: explicit smut, minors dni

summary: din initiates you into the cult.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: dubcon (power imbalance), manipulation, innocence kink, corruption kink, blood/blood kink, blowjob, soft dom!din kinda

Your eyes follow the man in armor in front of you.

It’s just you and him, no one else. No one to hear you scream or beg while you are initiated. He removes the plates of his arms one by one, the majority of his armor staying along with his helmet. There’s a fire burning behind him. The flickering orange and yellow bathes his armor in light and you stare, mesmerized by how shadows deepen all around his armor.

“You can’t leave after this,” he says, voice modulated. “You will be one of us.”

“Can I see your face then?” you ask innocently, batting his eyes at him. He tilts his head, observing your soft smile and clutched thighs. You want to see him. Be with him. He had been protecting you for years, looking out for you, teaching you the way and how to live a happy life. He’d told you once, how he cared for you, but couldn’t give you a name or show you his face until you were properly initiated. That was the creed.

He stills for a moment. You see the tension building in his muscles and doubt begins to swirl in your chest. You want to please him and the thought of saying something that might upset him makes your stomach churn.

“Yes,” he answers finally, every word pronounced carefully. “I don’t show my face to anyone though, I want you to remember that and know how special you are to me. Understood?”

You nod and he shakes his head, “Use your words mesh’la. Use my name, it’s Din.”

“Yes, Din,” you answer. Your cheeks warm up. His name hits your tongue just right, as if your mouth is made to repeat his name over and over again.

Satisfied, he nods and pulls out a sharp dagger from his waist. The gleam catches your eye and your pulse quickens. You have no idea how the initiation works, your excitement courses through your veins, and pounds in your ears. His visor reflects your wide-eyed expression.

“On your knees,” he says.

You quickly obey, ignoring how the stone scrapes your skin. He displays his forearm, bringing the sharp edge of the dagger to his skin. Din cuts himself slowly, blood trickling instantly from the long wound. Your heart jumps, eyes going wide. You almost feel a cut of your own tingling over your forearm and it pains you to see him bleeding.

But also, you know this is not something he does for everyone.

Your pupils dilate, mouth flooding with saliva with the prospect of pressing your lips against the crimson blood.

“Repeat after me,” he says, drawing you away from your disrespectful thoughts. You nod. The blood ebbs like spiderwebs across his skin, coiling around his bare wrist and dripping from his fingers to the cold stone ground.

He begins, voice soft and words slow, “I swear on my name and the names of the ancestors. . .”

“I swear on my name and the names of the ancestors. . .” you repeat dutifully.

“that I shall walk the way of the mand’alore. . .”

“and the words of the creed shall be forever forged in my heart.”

“and the words of the creed shall be forever forged in my heart. . .”

“This is the way.”

He curls two bloody fingers under your chin and tilts your head further up. You feel the warmth of his essence on your skin, the scent of iron filling your nostrils. “Do you like it when I bleed for you?”

“Yes,” you answer without thought, feeling the blood moving down your neck, following the path between your breasts. He slightly bends his knees, leaning over you as he tugs your bottom lip down with his thumb. You exhale when he smears the tender flesh with his blood, marking you, and you taste him.

He sighs, “Maker, I can’t wait to ruin you.”

Din pulls away and you lick the blood from your lips. Oddly enough he tastes sweet to you, even though you know it’s impossible. Your eyes drop to the front of his pants where he unzips himself, your mouth goes dry at the size of his hard cock. He’s not too long, but the thickness of it is enough for you to shudder with pleasure.

“Have you ever sucked cock before?” he asks, coming closer and tracing your lips with his bloody fingers. Insticeticly, you part your lips and he slips them inside, he groans as you swirl your tongue, cleaning him off.

“No,” you answer. “It never seemed that appealing to me.”

“How about now?”

The drop of his voice, the rasp beneath the words, all of it makes your mind go completely blank. Silent. You swallow around his fingers. He withdraws his fingers, “It’s very tempting,” you breathe out, tongue swiping over your bottom lip.

Din ignores your answer, “Open your mouth. Wide,” he groans and when you do, he pushes himself inch by inch into your mouth. Tears build in your eyes and he cradles the side of your face with one hand, keeping you still. He doesn’t stop until you’re choking around him, a moan echoing from underneath the helmet.

Tears fall one by one as he begins to thrust his hips, burying his cock down your throat with every move. You brace yourself by placing your palm on his thighs. The muscles bulge underneath your hands. Arousal pools between your legs. He’s using you just like you wanted, owning you and making you yours.

“That’s it. You’re doing so well,” his head tilts back, pushing you down until your nose is buried within the dark curls. You can barely breathe. The mixture of precome and blood heavy on your tongue. You feel him pulse as your throat convulses around him, then he pulls back, a growl reaching your ears. “My sweet girl, always so eager to please.”

Din pulls out slowly and you can feel the slickness on your tongue. His hand slides from your chin up the side of your head. His rough thumb traces your lower lip. You can feel his gaze like a brand on your skin. he takes a deep breath and exhales before taking himself into his hand. The head of his cock is an angry shade of red, precome glistening beautifully at the slit.

Before he can command it, you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. He fists himself before spilling his hot cum all over your lips and chin, dripping down your face. His moans and whimpers are beautiful, a sight only you’re allowed to see.

There’s so much of it, his cock continuously twitches and throbs in his hand. He ruins you, just like he promised. Staining you with his seed. Your insides clench when you imagine Din coming inside instead of on your face.

When he’s finished, he tucks himself back into his pants and reaches for his helmet.

“As promised,” he says, voice hoarse, scratching your ears just right.

You finally see the real face of the man in armor.

And he’s beautiful.

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Hey, long time no see 👀, hope you're doing good, I was just wondering can ya write reader x 141 konig, ale, rudy,keegan like reader and them pleasuring themselves, and suddenly reader's get a important call from parents or office etc in middle of, you know. And how do they react to it. (I believe ghost would pick and let the reader talk, while going into hard mode not giving chance to reader to talk)

No rush take your time,and thanks for your previous works, I missed your work btw....and hope you doing and fine

Pairing(s): 141, König, Alejandro, Rudy & Keegan x F!Reader

Category: Smut (18+) Warnings (where do I even begin?): Female Anatomy, Missionary, Mating Press, Doggy Style, Cowgirl, Reverse Cowgirl, Kitchen Sex, Oral Sex (F! Receiving), Breeding Kink, Cockwarming, Edging, Spanking, Squirting, Creampies (You Know the Drill), Clit Play, Brat!Reader x Dom!König, Brat Taming, Pet names, Cursing, Dark Humor, Semi-Exhibitionism/Full Exhibitionism Word Count: 6k+

A/N: Hello hello! Thank you for your request! I’m doing well, thank you! 🥰 It’s been a while since I’ve written something, so it feels good to get back into it. I apologize if it gets repetitive (been a while since the creative juices have been freely flowing). Translations will be in these brackets [ ] I hope you enjoy!

Side Note: (M/N) = Mom's Name, (B/N) = Boss' Name, (S/N) = Sister's Name, (F/N) = Friend's Name.

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

König

“K-König!” your voice rang out inside his room as his hips met with your ass. His hands smoothed over your lower back as he dragged his thick, veiny length along your gummy walls.

“Ja, liebling?” he mused above you as he slowly pumped his cock inside your juicy hole [Yes, dear?]. You moaned as you gripped and clawed at the bedsheets, his massive thighs rubbing against the back of yours as he kept your back arched and ass raised in the air. Your head was spinning as he refused to let up on your puffy cunt, your hole completely swollen from how long he’s been edging you with his fingers and stiff cock.

“P-Please, let me cum,” you begged him as tears of overstimulation slipped down your hot cheeks. He chuckled lowly behind you as he snapped his hips forward, his heavy, round balls bouncing against your drenched sex.

“Think you deserve to finally cum, hm, Sergeant?” König lilted before he leaned close to your ear. “Even after disrespecting my orders?” he added before slapping your ass. You cried out as the mark stung on your bum, his hand pressing down on it as he kept a steady pace. You turned your head to the side and wiggled your hips.

“Please, daddy, I promise not to do it again,” you pouted. König’s thrusts stuttered as he narrowed his icy blue eyes. He bared his teeth before suddenly pounding away inside of your pretty pussy, his large hands keeping you grounded as he stretched out your hole. You moaned loudly as the bed threatened to break beneath the sheer force of his thrusts.

“Yes, yes that’s a good kleiner Hase-ah, Scheiße,” your Colonel groaned as your pussy hugged his massive length [little rabbit; shit]. You drooled onto his sheets as you felt your muscles tense, each one begging for relief as the squelching of your sexes only grew louder and louder…only to be interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing. You whimpered as König kept his brutal pace, his mouth quickly shaping into a sadistic grin.

“Answer it,” he ordered, grabbing the phone and pushing it next to your head. You blinked, lips parted in disbelief. He cocked a brow before slapping your ass again, causing you to lurch forward. “If you don’t, then I won’t let you cum,” the Colonel snarled as he slowly pulled part of his cock out. Your eyes widened as you hastily pressed the answer button, shoving the phone up to your ear.

“H-Hello?” you answered before a gasp left you as König began to pound his cock inside of you once again. Your other hand clenched around the bed sheets as you heard the person on the other side of the phone clear their throat.

“Hey, (Y/N), it’s Horangi,” the man said. Your eyes grew into the size of dinner plates as a loud squelch ripped through the room. Your voice wavered as you blinked away the hot tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

“H-Hi Horangi,” you whined as your Colonel reached around your stomach to pinch your clit. You could imagine the wide smirk on his face as he rutted into you.

“König’s supposed to be leading a debriefing right now. You wouldn’t happen to know where he is, do you?” Horangi asked. You sputtered and choked as the bubble inside you was ready to burst.

“I-I don’t-” your throat tightened as you felt the head of his cock rub against your spongy g-spot.

“Everything alright?” Horangi asked. Your tongue threatened to roll out of your mouth as you panted like a dog in heat.

“Mhm,” you gasped as you squeezed your eyes shut. You screamed as König snapped his hips forward with one final, powerful thrust. His name was chanted from your lips as your vision turned white, your juices squirting onto his cock and your shivering thighs as you came violently. Your moans and cries continued as König gave a few more sloppy thrusts before growling and releasing rope after rope of his seed inside your cunny. You felt so dizzy as you caught your breath, body trembling with pure bliss as your jaw went slack. Your head fell limp onto his bed as König grabbed your phone.

“Sorry about the delay, Horangi. Tell the team I was straightening out a new recruit,” he explained, voice gravely and strained from his release.

“C-Copy,” Horangi said before quickly hanging up. König grinned as he slid your phone onto his nightstand. Your body felt so limp as he pulled out of you and quickly slid his clothes back on.

“Bleib hier – ich bin noch nicht fertig mit dir,” he rumbled [Stay here-I’m not done with you yet].

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

You were just trying to cook breakfast when you felt two strong hands on your waist and your boyfriend’s lips on your cheek.

“You know how dangerous it is when you wear my shirts in the morning,” Kyle husked into your ear as his fingers slipped beneath the hem of your shirt. You blushed as he rolled the fabric up, revealing your sticky folds glistening beneath the kitchen lights. He raised his brows as he chuckled. “Fuckin’ hell,” he cursed. His hand reached over to turn off the stove before guiding you to the counter.

“B-But what about-”

“I’ve got my breakfast right here,” Kyle groaned as he pulled his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free. Your mouth watered as he positioned your hips just right for him to slip inside you. Your hands gripped the counter as you adjusted to the sudden fullness inside you.

“Like how fill you up, yeah lovie?” he groaned as he stuffed you down to the hilt. Your eyes rolled back as his hand wrapped around your waist, his two fingers pinching and rubbing your engorged bundle of nerves.

“Yes,” you moaned, your walls fluttering around Kyle’s dick. You shuddered as his face fell onto your shoulder, his hot breath cascading down your neck as he started to rock his hips, his balls slapping against your folds. The groans that left his lips were downright feral as he claimed you against the counter.

“Wanna fill this pretty pussy with my cum,” Kyle grunted, his other hand balanced on your hip as he railed into you. You whimpered at the sentiment, the thought of his cum leaking out of your stretched hole sending shivers down your spine. Your face well when your phone started to ring.

“K-Ky,” you whined as you glanced down at your phone.

“Mmm?” he groaned, his lips attached to your pulse. You tried to maintain a straight face as arousal leaked down your thighs.

“I-It’s my dad,” you bit your lip. Kyle looked up, his expression slightly annoyed.

“Can’t he wait, hun?” your boyfriend groaned as he pushed down on your clit. You winced as he massaged your tender button before shifting your gaze back to your phone.

“It’s about his surgery,” you replied. Before you knew it, Kyle’s other hand flew forward and clicked to answer the phone. Your eyes widened as your jaw dropped.

“Hey pumpkin,” your father said on the other side. You gulped as Kyle shallowly pumped his cock into your soaked, pulsing heat. You cleared your throat, trying to push down a moan that threatened to burst from your lips.

“H-Hi dad,” you said as you gripped the counter, Kyle’s heavy balls caressing your puffy folds as he gave a gentle thrust.

“You alright, kiddo?” your father asked. You bit your lip as you felt the pressure of Kyle’s mouth sucking over your pulse.

“Y-Yeah! I-I’m sorry, but I have to go in a bit,” you strained as you felt your boyfriend’s cock massage your aching walls. Your father grunted.

“No worries, kiddo. Just wanted to let you know that the surgery went well. Should be a few days before they let me outta here,” he explained. You were glad the phone was still on the counter, as you would’ve dropped it when Kyle began to rock his hips at a faster pace, his cock sheathed down to the hilt with each thrust. You gasped and nodded, your knuckles paling as you desperately clung to the countertop.

“That’s great, dad,” you tried to say through a tense smile. Your father hummed.

“Well, I’ll let you go then since you have to leave,” he sighed. You bit your lip as Kyle’s fingers began to pinch and rub your clit, each stroke matching that of his cock slamming deep inside you.

“Okay, dad. Bye!” you swung your hand forward and pressed the hang up button just before you reached your peak. Kyle grunted as he stilled inside you, spilling his seed with a feral groan. Once both of you came down from your high, you turned your head and glared. Kyle’s smile faltered, though he still gave a small chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Least you know he’s alright,” he shrugged.

John Price

“That’s it, just relax your legs for me, sweetheart,” John murmured as his thick cock stroked your plush walls. Your breathing stuttered as you heard the unmistakable squelch with every push and pull of his thick member, his cum from the first two rounds creating a pearly white ring around your sexes. You keened as John kept your legs up, knees flush against your shoulders while he worked on pumping another load of fertile cum deep into your womb. His beard scratched the side of your cheek as he leaned down, his toned stomach brushing over your clit.

“You’ve been wanting a baby for a while, and it’s about damn time I gave you one,” he nearly growled. His feral tone sent you reeling as he snapped his hips forward. “Oh fuck, my sweet, sweet wife. Gonna look so pretty with my baby inside you,” John groaned. His words sent shivers down your spine, a small whine falling from your bitten lips. It’s true-you have been wanting a baby for some time now, but with John going on missions that were longer than normal, it was constantly postponed. That, and your mother wouldn’t stop nagging you about not giving her any grandbabies.

Before you could tell him how good his cock felt inside of you, your phone began to vibrate on the nightstand. John’s blissful expression shifted as he glanced over.

“It’s your mum,” he said, voice gruff and impatient.

Speak of the devil.

“J-Just let it go to voicemail,” you puffed. Your husband’s perturbed frown suddenly shifted into a wry smirk. You gasped when he pulled one of his hands away from your thigh and grabbed your phone. It felt like all of the color left your face when he hit “answer”.

“Oh, hello (M/N),” John said, his voice even and casual. Your brows furrowed as he grabbed your thigh again and rocked his hips forward, the phone perched between his cheek and shoulder.

“(Y/N)?” he glanced down at you and grinned. “Sure, I’ll put her on,” John smiled. “Uh-huh, you too,” he replied before sliding the phone to your ear. Your face felt red hot as he picked up the pace a little, your pussy spasming as you tried to focus.

“Hi honey!” your mother sang. You blinked and looked up at the ceiling, praying that she didn’t hear your bed creaking or the obviously lewd squelching of your lovemaking.

“H-Hi mom,” you said in a strained voice. Your mother paused.

“Are you okay?” she asked. “You’re breathing pretty heavily,” the woman added. You tried to snap your lips shut as you closed your eyes, a strong thrust of John’s cock sending arousal bursting through your core.

“Y-Yeah, just…working out,” you said through nearly gritted teeth.

“Oh, I won’t keep you on for long, then,” she said. John growled lowly as he sucked a tender hickey against your pulse, the blunt head of his cock brushing against your swollen cervix. “I was just wondering if you’d like to have a mother-daughter day this Saturday afternoon?” she asked with a twinkle of hope in her voice. You snapped your lips shut as a loud moan threatened to burst from your throat when John pressed his body flush against yours, grinding his abs on your clit once more.

“Sure, sounds great,” you seethed. Your mother hummed.

“Alright hon! Maybe we can talk about ways to convince that husband of yours to finally give me a grandbaby!” she chuckled. You and your husband exchanged glances as you bit your lip.

“Yeah, that sounds good-oh, shit!” you whined as you felt a stream of hot, sticky cum flood your sweetly fucked hole.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” your mother asked frantically. John’s face glowed with pure bliss as he stiffened above you, filling you with another load of his spend. You shivered and licked your lips.

“Just tripped-I’ll be fine, mom,” your voice wavered. There was a brief pause before your mother hummed again.

“Alrighty then. Let’s say 1 PM at Rookwood?” she asked. You nodded, your other hand desperately clawing at the sheets as John started to set a steady rhythm once more.

“Yepsoundsgreat! SorrymombutIreallyhavetogo!” you said before turning your face to the side and clumsily pushing the hang-up button with your nose. John rumbled above you before shoving his mouth down onto your plump tit. You screamed as he snapped his hips forward, your walls convulsing around his heavy length as he groaned and greedily sucked on your nipple. Your legs shook beneath his rough hands as he squeezed them tightly, his face one of pure bliss as your walls hugged his cock. Once your high faded, John glanced up at you with wide pupils. He licked his lips and sighed.

“Don’t think you’ll be needing to have that conversation with your mum,” he smirked.

Keegan P. Russ

“Doin’ so well warming my cock, baby,” Keegan muttered before gently kissing your temple. You whined as his hand moved down to paw at your ass, his other preoccupied with the paperwork set in front of him. “Just a little bit longer and I’ll give you what you want,” Keegan husked into your ear. Hot tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you bit your lip.

“B-But you said that thirty minutes ago,” you keened. He’s been keeping you on his lap for about an hour now. Seeing you come home exhausted from work, and him being knee-deep in his own, Keegan thought it would be good if you “took a break” and “helped him relax”. You gasped when he squeezed your ass, his fingers tugging at the supple flesh.

“I know, hun-but I mean it this time,” your lover said before pecking your cheek again. You tilted your head up as you held in another whine. After a few more minutes, Keegan sighed and wrote down a few things on one of the papers. “Thank God,” he muttered as he pushed the stack away from him with disgust. His dark eyes wandered back to you, his free hand coming up to stroke your back.

“You ready for me, baby?” he murmured. Your head shot up as you nodded violently. He chuckled and pressed his lips against yours. “Mmm,” he sighed as he tilted his head, capturing you in an even deeper kiss. It wasn’t long before you were bouncing on his cock, his hands gripping your delicious hips as he rutted into you. Both of your moans reverberated inside of the small home office as you were completely enraptured in each other’s pleasure.

“Mm fuck baby,” he slapped your ass, causing you to yelp and speed up a little. “Look so pretty when you’re bouncing on my cock like this,” Keegan said with a lazy, sideways grin. Just as you squeezed your eyes shut, your ringtone blasted through the air. You nearly jumped off of his lap to grab it, yet his grip kept you glued to his hips.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he rumbled. You blinked as you gazed between your phone and your lover.

“It’s for work-the report’s due tomorrow,” you frowned. “I can’t miss this,” you added. Keegan’s face was frozen in a pensive expression. Just when you thought he’d let you go, he kept one of his hands on your hip while the other reached over to the phone. You watched in horror as he answered it and put it on speaker.

“(Y/N)?” your coworker asked. You glared at your boyfriend before your breath hitched as he shoved your nipple into his mouth. You gripped onto his shirt as he licked and sucked on your sensitive breast.

“Y-Yes, I’m here,” you replied. Your coworker paid no mind to your shaky voice as they gave you an update on the reports expectations. You nodded along, your mind trying to swim through the fog of arousal as Keegan began to bounce you on his cock once more.

“Are you cooking something right now?” your coworker asked after a brief pause. Your eyes widened while Keegan gave a shit-eating smirk against your tit.

“Y-Yeah,” you threw your hand over your mouth as the head of his cock brushed against your g spot. Your coworker laughed.

“Alright, I’ll let you get back to it, then,” they chuckled. “Just make sure to have that done before tomorrow morning,” your coworker added.

“Mhm, you bet. Bye bye,” you replied. Thankfully your coworker was the one to hang up first. Before you could chew Keegan out, he pressed his lips against yours, the steady throbbing of his cock inside your pussy sending a few sparks flying through your core.

“You’re going to have to wait a bit to finish that report,” Keegan muttered.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

“Fuck, lovie,” Simon groaned as his hands gripped your waist. You were panting and moaning beneath him, legs spread far apart as he slammed his meaty cock deep inside your squelching cunt. You swallowed thickly as he gazed into your eyes, his stare half-lidded and full of lust. “Been thinkin’ about bein’ in this pussy for so fuckin’ long-fuck,” he grunted as your walls spasmed around his shaft. You whined at his confession, wondering if he pleasured himself while he was deployed. The thought made a wave of slick gush out of your cunt, soaking his plump balls.

“So fuckin’ perfect, grippin’ and huggin’ my cock,” Simon panted as he sped up, his hands moving to throw one of your legs over his broad shoulder. Sweat dripped down his face as he pounded away into you, the room filled with both of your grunts and moans as he brought you closer to your release.

“Simon,” you cooed as you threw your head back. He chuckled above you, face now lingering close to yours.

“Gonna cum, lovie?” he mused as one of his thumbs came down and applied pressure to your button. Your jaw went slack as a wave of arousal rippled through you.

“Y-Ye-” the sudden sound of your phone ringing made Simon slow down his movements. You glanced over, eyes widening when you saw it was your boss calling.

“(B/N),” you muttered, your heart sinking quickly. Simon’s nose brushed against your cheek. “Why don’t you go ahead and answer it?” he mused. Your chest grew tight as you shook your head.

“Simon, what the fuck?” you huffed. He simply tilted his head before glancing over.

“Answer it…or I’ll pull out,” he warned. Your heart dropped, not wanting to feel the emptiness inside your cunt. Not when you’re this close. You whimpered as you bit your lip, hands shaking as you answered the phone.

“Hello?” you asked.

“Hey (Y/N),” your boss replied. Your hand flew to cover your mouth as Simon suddenly pounded into you at full force. It took everything in you to suppress the moans and pants that wanted to break free from your throat. “Is now a bad time?” (B/N) asked. You looked up at Simon, his brows furrowed together as he slowly shook his head. You swallowed.

“N-No, now’s okay,” you replied. Your boss hummed.

“Great, because I wanted to go over what you should wear to the formal dinner tomorrow,” he explained. You could hear him lick his lips over the phone, causing you to suppress a scoff alongside your lewd noises. “How about that nice, little red dress you wore a few months ago? It really…accentuates your assets and I think it would really help us get the client on our side,” your boss said lowly. Simon tilted his head at your mildly disgusted expression. You glanced up at him, mouthing the word “nothing”.

“Sure, I can wear the red dress,” you said through a tense, uncomfortable smile. Your boyfriend scowled as he flared his nostrils, putting two-and-two together.

“That sounds-“ you gasped as Simon snatched your phone from you, not slowing down his brutal pace as he growled into the phone.

“You have no damn reason to tell her what to wear, you hear me?” he snarled. Your eyes widened as he snapped back at your boss. You heard your superior scoff on the other side.

“Who the hell is this?” your boss retorted. Simon smirked as he looked down at you, eyes glowing with lust and pride.

“I’m the man whose balls deep inside her pussy. A feeling you’ll unfortunately never get to experience-you miserable twat,” he spat. The other side of the phone was completely silent as Simon let the sounds of the bed creaking and your wet, sloppy pussy squelching fill the brief pause. Your mouth was open yet no sound came out as you watched in shock as he let your boss listen into your fuck session. “Now good day and sod off,” Simon finished before hanging up the phone with a firm nod. Your mind was reeling as your heart sped up.

“Simon,” you breathed. His eyes softened as he put your phone back on the nightstand and kissed your lips.

“It’s okay, love. You don’t have to work for that arsehole anymore,” he sighed as he rolled his hips against yours. Your hands flew up to grip his forearms as he traced your sweaty face with kisses.

“B-But my job…” you trailed off as your mind became more and more overwhelmed with pleasure. Your boyfriend’s eyes sparkled as he fondly cupped your chin.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to worry about that,” Simon said. You tilted your head, his thrusts slowing down as he caressed his lips over yours.

“How would you like to move in with me?” he proposed.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

“Easy there, bonnie,” Johnny smirked as you raised and lowered yourself on his thick shaft. Your kids were at their grandparents tonight, leaving you and your husband with some much-needed alone time. A loud squeal flew from your mouth as you began to fuck yourself on his cock. Your thighs burned as they spread across his waist, your ass jiggling against his abs each time you came back down. Your lover hissed as your slick walls fluttered around his girthy shaft.

“Oh fuck, mo chridhe-you’re too good to me,” he groaned before slapping your ass [my heart]. You yelped and arched your back as he took hold of your ass, kneading your flesh in his rough palms. You glanced behind your shoulder to see his face completely fucked out; his pupils blown wide as he kept them glued to where your wet sexes joined. You whined as Johnny began to thrust up into your cunt, his thumbs pressed into the meat of your ass as his fingers spread to grip your hips.

“J-Johnny,” you whined as you rubbed your clit. Each tug of his cock along your walls made your head spin, the room blurring as pleasure pumped through your veins. He grunted behind you, his balls bouncing below your snug sex as he rolled his hips up.

“Come with me, bonnie,” he groaned. You gasped as you moved even faster, your hole stretched and soaked as Johnny’s cock twitched inside of you.

Your ringtone cut through the air like a knife. The two of you stopped as it continued to ring.

“You gonna get that?” Johnny chuckled. You scoffed and shook your head.

“Hell no,” you groaned as you grind your pussy down on his cock, desperate for your release. The second you heard Johnny pick up the phone, your entire world froze. He smirked as he held it up to his ear.

“Hello?” he answered in a sing-song voice. His brows perked up. “Oh, Mrs. Duncan! Always lovely to hear from ya,” Johnny hummed, giving you a small wink. Your nostrils flared as your pussy burned and ached for relief. “Uh-huh…actually, (Y/N)’s right here!” he beamed. He nodded slowly as he wore a shit-eating grin. “Of course! I’m sure she’d love to talk about the Parent Council bake sale,” Johnny smirked as you shook your head. You clenched your walls around his length, causing him to suppress a groan.

“Sure, here she is,” he grunted out before handing you the phone. You narrowed your eyes before bringing the phone up to your ear, quickly putting on a smile.

“Elsie! Such a pleasure to hear from you!” you chirped. Johnny snorted behind you, making you squeeze his cock again.

“Hi (Y/N)! Just calling to confirm that you’re bringing the snickerdoodles and sugar cookies to the bake sale next Wednesday?” she asked. You gasped as your husband rolled his hips, his cockhead pushing against your swollen cervix.

“Y-Yes!” you froze and cleared your throat. “I mean, yes, I’ll bring them to the bake sale. Two dozen each,” you said. You nearly yelped as Johnny started to thrust up into your sloppy cunt again, his arm snaking around and pressing down on your swollen clit.

“Great! I know they’re going to be a hit just like they were last year,” she hummed. You nodded, your free hand clenching into a fist as you bit the inside of your cheek.

“T-Thank you!” you said before nearly squealing as Johnny sat up, now taking full control of bouncing you in his lap. You prayed that she couldn’t hear the soft “plap” of your sexes or your husband groaning into your other ear. You heard Elsie clear her throat.

“Of course. Thank you again and see you next Wednesday,” she said. Your lungs burned as you tried to hold back a moan as he circled your clit even faster, his cock pulsing deep inside your wet walls.

“Y-Yep! See you!” you smiled tensely before quickly hanging up. You threw your phone at the end of the bed like it was a ticking time-bomb just as Johnny slammed you down on his hips for the last time. Your eyes rolled back as your pussy contracted and milked him dry, his cum painting your walls a creamy white as his lips curled against your neck.

“Making love to you will always be sweeter than your cookies, my dear,” Johnny said with a wink. You rolled your eyes and pinched his arm playfully, making him laugh.

Alejandro Vargas

“That’s it, mi amor,” Alejandro encouraged, his dark eyes locked on you pushing two of your fingers inside of your messy cunt. A deep rumble reverberated in his chest as he watched you glide them in and out of your tight hole. “Keep spreading yourself wide open for me,” he grunted as he licked his lips, pushing you down on the bed as he unzipped his cargo pants. You whined as you curled your digits against your g-spot while he rubbed the tip of his member with his calloused thumb. Alejandro grunted as he pumped his cock, knowing how much both of you wanted it to be inside your plush walls.

“M-Mierda,” he moaned as his Adam’s apple bobbed [S-Shit]. The salty precum leaking from his tip threatened to drip over the fingers currently stuffing your cunt as the two of you lost yourselves in self-pleasure. Alejandro rested his forehead against yours, his breathing stuttering as he narrowly ground his cock against your clit.

“So beautiful when you’re all spread out like this,” he grunted, voice raspy and full of an insatiable hunger. A high-pitched whine fell from your mouth at his words, your mind reeling as you watched his cock twitch in his grasp. Your juices gushed as you pushed another digit deep inside your snatch. He closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply through his nose, taking in the scent of your perfume and sweat. “Come on-cum with me, mi vida,” Alejandro panted as he positioned his burning cock right over your mound. His lips found yours just as your familiar ringtone blared in your ear. His blissful expression fell as it continued to ring.

Your lover’s eyes flicked over to the nightstand before he snatched your phone. His eyes glanced up as if saying a quick prayer.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, your fingers still plugged knuckle-deep inside of your cunt. Alejandro looked back at you.

“It’s (F/N),” he sighed. You frowned as you tried to take the phone from him, yet he pulled it away. “Mi amor,” Alejandro said as his brows knit together.

“Please? I know she talks a lot, but she said she had to call me about something important earlier,” you said, letting your digits slip out of your hole with a wet squelch. Alejandro glanced between you and the phone before he sat up on his knees, sighing as he handed it over to you.

“Gracias, Papi,” you said before answering your phone [Thank you, daddy].

“Thank GOD you picked up!” your best friend gaped. You chuckled quietly.

“Hi (F/N),” you answered. You gave your boyfriend a strange look as he spread your knees apart, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

“Oh my God (Y/N), I have to tell you about this sexologist I found!” she announced loudly. Your throat instantly grew tight as Alejandro slipped the head of his cock past your damp folds, its girth stretching open the rim of your entrance. You ran your hand over your face.

“(F/N)…is this the ‘important thing’ you were telling me you’d call about?” you exasperated as Alejandro slipped his cock inside, spreading your walls wide open with his throbbing dick. His face twisted with pleasure as he bottomed out inside of you, his balls resting against your puckering asshole.

“Yep! His name is…” her voice trailed off as Alejandro gently rocked his hips, his member pulsing inside of you as he fucked your tender hole, your slick bubbling around the seam where your sexes were joined. You puffed out a breath of air, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to concentrate.

“I could get you and Alejandro an appointment with him if you’d like!” (F/N) beamed. You glanced up at your boyfriend, the ripples of pleasure coursing through your body sending you closer to the edge of bliss.

“You know, I think we’re okay,” you said, winking at Alejandro when he opened his eyes and gave you a confused look. Your friend hummed.

“You sure?” she asked. Your lips snapped into a straight line when your lover pushed his hips down, grinding them over your swollen clit as he angled his cock to tenderly rub against your g-spot.

“Pretty sure!” you yelped with a strained voice.

“Suit yourself! Oh, I gotta go. See you for brunch on Sunday?” (F/N) asked. You arched your back as Alejandro grabbed your hips and started to thrust even deeper into your pussy, growling and groaning all the while.

“Yep! See you then!” you replied. You hung up before she said goodbye as Alejandro went full-force, pounding your pussy raw. Your eyes rolled back as you quickly came, your body already riled up from pleasuring yourself. You panted as your walls contracted around Alejandro’s cock, pulling a moan from him as his cum drenched your walls. You opened your mouth once your high subsided, only to be quieted by a passionate kiss. You melted in your lover’s gentle touch as he caressed your lips with his.

“¿Lista para la segunda ronda?” he purred [Are you ready for the second round?].

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

“R-Rudy, fuck,” you gasped as you stared at your love eating your pussy like a starved man. His eyes were glossy as he gazed into yours, his tongue lapping at your juicy slit.

“Mi vida-eres más dulce que la miel,” he whined before pressing his lips over your slick folds [My life-you are sweeter than honey]. Your hands flew to grasp at his short, dark hair as he sloppily made out with your cunt, his lips engorging over your mound as his tongue shallowly thrusted into your tight hole. His hands kneaded the supple flesh of your ass as he tugged your body forward, his dark eyelashes coated with tears as he moved his head back and forth. Your hips raised as you felt the muscles in your lower belly start to tense, your legs shaking as you hooked them over his upper back.

“Shit, Papi,” you whined as his thumb came up to slowly rub your tender clit. Rudy closed his eyes as he tongue-fucked you even faster. His hands squeezed your bum roughly as he opened his mouth, ready to drink your sweet nectar. A moan was ready to rip from your throat as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

RING. RING. RING.

Your eyes snapped open as your phone buzzed on the couch cushion next to you. Rudy whimpered as you shifted to look over. You sighed and threw your head back.

“Shit, it’s my sister,” you groaned. Your husband released his grip on your pussy with a slick “pop”.

“Is everything alright?” he asked, his brows furrowed together. Your phone continued to ring as you clenched and unclenched your hands.

“Yes-she wanted to let me know her pregnancy test results,” you bit your lip. Rudy’s lips twitched for a moment. In one swift motion he answered the phone and handed it to you with a gentle smile. You smiled at his sweet gesture as you brought it up to your ear.

“Hi (S/N)-” you gasped when you felt the soft, gummy texture of your husband’s tongue lick a bold stripe over your slit. Your eyes widened as you fumbled with your phone.

“Hey (Y/N)! I’m not interrupting anything important, am I?” your sister asked. Heat rose to your face as your love suddenly flattened his tongue over your clit, giving you the most sincere puppy-dog eyes of his life. You pushed down a moan as you shook your head.

“N-No. What’s up?” you asked, biting your bottom lip as Rudy puckered his lips around your engorged clit.

“Okay…so I got the test results, and…” your sister paused dramatically just as he shoved his entire wet muscle inside of your tight hole, moaning softly against your folds. You had a vice grip on your phone as you gazed up at the ceiling, knowing that if you looked into your love’s chocolate brown eyes that the cord inside you would surely snap.

“…you’re going to be an auntie!” (S/N) cheered. You gasped as Rudy rubbed your clit with the tip of his nose as he dragged his tongue along your walls, thankful that you had your sister’s news as a cover.

“That’s wonderful!” you said before clamping your hand over your mouth, the tip of your husband’s nose was replaced with the increasing pressure of his thumb. Your sister squealed excitedly on the other side of the phone.

“I know!” she exclaimed. There was a brief pause on the other side as someone else had a conversation with her. “Oops, sorry! Have to get back to work,” (S/N) said sheepishly. Just as you were about to say goodbye, you felt the cord finally snap into a million pieces. You bit the inside of your cheek as your legs shook around Rudy’s head, your cunt clenching as Rudy eagerly swallowed your juices.

“You’re good! S-See you later!” you said as your jaw tensed.

“See ya sis!” your sister said. Your legs continued to shake as you hung up, the balls of your feet pressed into his back as you rolled your hips forward. Your husband sighed happily before giving your folds a gentle kiss, his hands fanned over your thighs. The glare you gave him was damn near deadly-what he said next didn’t help, either.

“Deliciosa, como siempre,” he said with a mischievous smile [Delicious, as always].

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gingiesworld · 5 months

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We Are Bonded

Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf GN! Reader

Warnings: Fluff

AN: This is a one shot I am thinking of making a story for. Except it may be longer than my Nat x Werewolf reader fic. Please let me know if it is something you will want :)

Taglist : @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20 @ladyqueenxoxo @aemilia19 @wandaromamoff69 @mfd-101 @dorabledewdroop @marvelogic @dopeyouth @karsonromanoff @bimad (if you want to be added to my taglist, please DM me or comment)

18+ MINORS DNI

It was no secret that Y/N had an attachment to the witch, although she had something with Vision, who disliked Y/N’s need to be near her. He would scowl everytime the two would cuddle, Wanda loved to run her fingers through their hair and even scratch behind their ear.

“It’s not right Wanda! This moronic claim they have on you is wrong!” He yelled as Wanda was preparing dinner, slamming the knife down as she turned to face him.

“There is nothing wrong with it!” She told him angrily. “Y/N and I are friends! And guess what? Friends cuddle all of the damn time!”

“Wanda.” Vision took a deep breath. “Y/N is a mongrel.”

“I’m a what?” Y/N questioned, hurt laced in their voice.

“Y/N.” Wanda tried as Y/N shook their head, walking away from the witch and Vision. Wanda glared at Vision before speaking. “We’re done.” She told him firmly.

“You can’t be serious?!” He yelled as she nodded, pursing her lips as she looked in his eyes.

“You have disrespected my closest friend.” She told him. “I can’t be with anyone who would hurt them.” Wanda turned away to look for Y/N.

“What about dinner?” He asked her as she turned back to him.

“You’re all knowing. I’m sure you can figure it out.” With that she left the room, wanting to find Y/N as she searched the compound, only coming up empty. She moved to search outside, where she bumped into Natasha.

“Are you ok?” She questioned the witch.

“Have you seen Y/N?” She asked her, ignoring her question.

“No, why?” She asked her, her brows furrowed in confusion.

“Vision and I got into an argument.” She started.

“About Y/N I presume.” She said as Wanda nodded.

“Then they overheard him call them a mongrel, then they left.” She told her.

“Ok, let’s find Y/N before I kill Vision.” Natasha told her.

“I’ve already searched inside the compound and they aren't there.” Wanda told her.

“Ok.” Nat nodded as she led Wanda towards the lab. “Tony, we need to search for Y/N.” She explained everything that Wanda had just told her, the two of them watching as he searched for them.

“They left at around 3pm.” He pointed at the screen showing them leaving. Moving onto another camera to see Y/N get tranquilized and put into the back of a waiting van.

“Do you think you can find them?” Wanda asked, worry laced in her voice.

“I can try to narrow it down to possible locations, but that was hours ago. It can take a while.” He told her.

“Just do it.” Nat told him. “I’ll tell the others we have a situation.”

As soon as everyone was notified of the situation, everyone started to make preparations and plans for when Tony has a location.

“Their ring.” Maria blurted out as everyone looked at her confused. “I gave them a ring, they always keep it on and it has a tracker.” She moved towards one of Tony’s computers as everyone watched as she typed away. “So they are now in Virginia.”

“It looks like an old abandoned factory.” Tony pointed to the screen. “So, I should be able to get the blueprints.” He mumbled as he typed away himself. Soon enough everyone was on the jet and going over a plan. “You are staying on the jet Vision.” Tony stated as they neared the location. “We can’t trust that you will make sure Y/N is safe.”

“You can’t be serious?!” He yelled as Wanda laughed.

“It appears that is your favourite sentence.” She mumbled as she moved to stand beside Nat.

“We’ll get them back.” She reassured the witch who just nodded, ready to rain fire if anyone had harmed a hair on Y/N’s head. Once the jet landed safely, everyone ran towards the base, taking down anyone who stood in their way. What they never expected to see was Y/N being tortured in their human form.

“Y/N!” Wanda yelled as she heard them yelp as a whip came down on their bare back. She used her powers to throw the agents as far away from them as possible. “Hey, it’s ok.” She cupped their tear stained face. “You’re safe now.”

“Wanda?” They whispered unsurely. “Are you really here?”

“Yes.” She told them. “Let’s get you home.” She helped them to their feet, with the help of Steve, they hobbled their way onto the jet. Wanda came straight to them with the first aid kit.

“Just give it a moment.” They whispered as Wanda tilted her head in confusion.

“They will heal in a moment.” Maria informed her. “They heal faster than Steve and Bruce, but not as fast as the werewolves heal on those TV shows.”

“Oh.” Wanda was shocked, her eyes watching as the wounds slowly healed before her eyes.

Once everyone was back at the tower safely, Wanda made sure to stay with Y/N, waiting as they showered. Sitting on their bed as she stole one of their hoodies.

“Hey.” Y/N greeted her as they left the bathroom. “What’s on your mind?” They asked as she looked at them confused.

“Since when are you a mind reader?” She teased as they dried their hair.

“I guess I can sense your emotions.” They told her nervously. “I feel when you are happy or sad, I can sense when you are angry or calm.” They threw the towel in the hamper. “I don’t understand this connection we have, I haven’t really come across another of my kind to even learn more of who I am.” They sat beside her on the bed. “But I know I am drawn to you, like we are bonded in some way.” Wanda took a deep breath before looking into their eyes.

“I feel that too.” Wanda admitted. “I just, it’s this feeling I just can’t shake.” Y/N watched her intently as she spoke. “I loved Vision, before you came along, I really did but.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “You have changed something in me, like I feel for you what I felt for him, and I don’t know what to do.”

“We don’t have to do anything.” They spoke softly. “Not if you don’t want to.”

“But I do.” She told them. “I am just not ready yet.”

“That’s ok.” They smiled as they wrapped their arms around her. “I will wait as long as I need to.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #elizabeth olsen #wanda x you #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff x you #natasha romanoff

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heerinnie · 2 months

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𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬

𝐏.𝐉𝐒

SYNOPSIS: Long term lovers, long term friends. Nothing and no one could come in between you and Jay other than your fear of intimacy.

WARNINGS: tooth-rotting fluff and smut, bf!jay x inexperienced fem!reader, reader has a fear of intimacy, implied s/a (not graphic), soft!Jay (he’s so sweet in this I cried a little when writing, making out, dry humping, mentions of oral (f!), Jay’s experienced but his body count’s like 2, blasphemy, written with the song Training Wheels by Melanie Martinez in mind

A/N: This is very very self-indulgent, writing is a way i cope with my experience in these situations so I feel like I healed a little part of me by acknowledging it happened and it wasn’t my fault, instead I’m turning it into something comforting. This works for me and for some others however i recognise that it may be triggering for others even if there aren’t any graphic mentions of s/a only the aftermath, please only read this if you’re in the right headspace. Any disrespectful comment will be deleted and blocked from my account 🤍

WC: 1274

^^ NSFW UNDER CUT, MINORS DNI (not proofread)

It all happened so quickly and yet you were still stuck here, still scarred 2 almost 3 years in the past. Time doesn’t heal wounds, physical ones? Yes but this feeling you could never shake off even if you tried your hardest, you couldn’t heal especially not alone.

You weren’t the an overly religious person, definitely not after your trust was broken. If there was a god well they’re a dick, if god was real why did you get hurt? You didn’t do anything wrong you were so kind…so bright until a shadow blew your flame away and forced you to live in a chamber of your own inner darkness. It was not your fault, you didn’t do anything you were just there...

That flame grew smaller and smaller until it suddenly disappeared and all that was left was a trail of smoke showing that at some point in time you were burning and warming everyone’s hearts whilst yours was barley flickering trying so hard to stay alight.

So many things changed with Jay's re-entry into your life, everything seemed to change directions and you felt like there was a purpose for your existence. Despite the lingering pain and heartache thats been consuming you, his presence felt like a much needed breath of fresh air. It was as if he had come to you as a guardian angel pulling you out of the misery you were dwelling in. He gave you the comfort that you didn't even know you needed until he appeared. The one which eased the damages of your heart.

“I think I'm ready” You've told him this so many times that you're starting to feel guilty for giving him this false hope. You know you've pulled back on your words before, so you understand why he may be sceptical. However, this time is different. You've taken the time to reflect on your feelings and you're sure that you're finally ready. You want to show Jay that you're committed and prepared to take the next step in your intimacy and you're willing to put in the effort to make it happen.

He obviously had some doubts however, he took the time to affirm that you were genuinely ready and that you wouldn't have any regrets. He's always so patient and understanding which is not surprising considering that he has always been your best friend before he even had the privilege of calling himself your boyfriend. Someone who understands you better than anyone else, your soulmate in all and every way.

Your relationship with him is built on trust, understanding and respect and it was so scary, you've never been treated so well before Jay and it showed but he was patient with the time it took time to get used him.

“I’m 100% sure” you got up and sat on his lap. You were fine and it felt right, this time you were in control of the situation and you weren’t uncomfortable with the feeling of sitting crotch to crotch with your boyfriend.

It felt like there was a force pulling your lips toward his as you leaned in to connect with each other and in an instant, you felt a rush of intense emotions overwhelm you. Your pupils dilated and your heartbeat quickened as it was trying to catch up with the sudden flood of feelings. It was a moment of pure realization- this was what true love felt like, and now you knew it with absolute confidence.

You weren't Jay’s first but at this moment he felt like you were, he had like two quick fucks with past short term girlfriends but this time it felt different. His heart was running laps and it was like all the air in his lungs disappeared as soon as your plush lips met his. He mentally cursed himself for growing hard already but in his defence, he had the most beautiful girl on his lap making out with him and as much as it made him nervous he couldn't help but get aroused when you started slowly grinding on his bulge to set the mood.

Your lungs were beginning to burn from the lack of oxygen as the room was filled with loud and wet noises of lips smacking, what started off as a passionate slow kiss quickly turned into a deeply heated make out session. Tongues dancing in an animalistic rhythm, hands travelling anywhere they could- you finally unlocked another level of intimacy with your boyfriend.

As you reflect on the situation you're in right now you can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of joy and gratitude. You think back to all the moments you've shared together, from the first time you met to the night you opened up to him about your trauma. The thought that someone like Jay could choose to be with you fills you with so much happiness and you can't help but break into a fit of giggles at the sheer joy of it all. It's a feeling that's difficult to describe, but you know that you're grateful for every moment you get to spend with him.

Your hips moved faster as a result of the friction you felt, you moaned when it sent shocks of pleasure straight to your core and down your spine. When you adjusted to a better angle jays grip on your hips tightened, he let out a soft moan that sounded like music to your ears. You felt his soft palm touch your cheek signalling to look at him and once your eyes met he couldn’t control his body as he started thrusting in his hips into you.

Nearing closer and closer to your climax your head starting spinning when Jay let out moans and groans whereas you couldn’t keep even the smallest noises of pleasure within yourself, you noticed a tiny bead of sweat forming at the top of his sun-kissed skin. It was already a hot day but the way he was thrusting and you were grinding felt like the heating went up covering you in sweat. As you watched his face contort with pleasure you couldn't help but think that you had never seen a man this beautiful, both inside and out. His broad shoulders flexed to keep up with the movement of his hips and placement of his hands on your stuttering body, his chiseled features were accentuated by the dimmed living room light highlighting the sweat that trickled down his face. Despite the heat, he remained focused, determined to give you the best he could at the moment trying to leaving a lasting impression to say that sex isn’t as scary when it’s with the love of your life and you couldn't help but admire him for wanting to give you it all.

With all that work you finally felt your orgasm hit with jay’s quickly following after. You stayed laying on him ignoring the uncomfortable wetness on your panties as your blown out pupils stared off onto the empty space on the couch next to where you two rested,

“That felt amazing” you hummed agreeing with your boyfriend, “but if you’re up for it I can show you how good it can really feel” he purred, you felt his cock hardening again with the way you were spread out on him. In a span of seconds you two ran towards your shared bedroom preparing for a long night of what pleasure with your loved one really feels like starting off strong with jay devouring your pussy for the first time as an apology for the lack of dirty talk and foreplay he didn’t do before.

A/N: I’m not really happy with the ‘smut’ I rushed it and I think you can tell 😭 I haven’t posted in forever so this is a little filler for my hee fic that’s like 3/4 done (currently like 4K words idk 🤷🏽‍♀️) but I hope you guys enjoyed this little treat <3

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nonbinaryeggrolls · 3 months

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When Someone Tries to Touch Your Hair

JJK men x gn black!reader

I had this idea for a little while and I absolutely love it. As someone who has to literally fight off ppl with a stick to keep them from basically "petting" me, I thought it would be so cute to write about the JJK men sticking up for you

Warnings: Fluff!, no nsfw but MINORS ARE STILL NOT ALLOWED GO AWAY, angst in Gojo's, specified braids/locs/twists in Toji's, unwanted physical touch, I think that's it!

Starring: Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru

MINORS DNI. AGELESS AND MINOR BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

Nanami Kento

Of course he remains calm, he's always calm. but trust, inside he is BOILING with anger

Kento adores your hair, it sounds weird but he loves watching you on wash day care and tend to your hair with such detail and precision. Apart of it is so he can learn to do it himself one day so you won't have to spend so much time doing it yourself

He's always buying the best products for you no matter how expensive he knows black hair care products can be.

Design Essentials, Creme of Nature, Mielle, jojoba oil, tea tree oil, hair masks, curling cream-- you name it (or even glance at it in the store) he's already bought it for you

So seeing someone disrespect you by even attempting to touch you makes him absolutely livid

Kento: "I don't know I didn't think it was all that great, the plot didn't really make a lot of sense." Kento said as you two walked out the doors of the movie theater.

Y/N: "What?! I thought it was good, you're always hating on superhero movies you're like an old person. Oh! the boba place closes at 9:30 did you still wanna--

"Oh my gosh I just have to ask who does your hair? It's so pretty!" A young woman around your age popped up from behind you guys, her intensity kind of startling you a little bit

Y/N: "Oh, thank you that's so sweet! I actually do it myself" you smiled and she looked at you in astonishment

"Really? Wow it looks like it was done by a professional, I bet it takes you so long!"

Kento's eyebrow raise and body stiffen in an almost defensive way, he was already anticipating what was coming next

Y/N: "Yeah, sometimes it can. It kind of just depends on how tired I am that d--

Your body leaned back as she reached out to grab the top of your head. Kento wrapped his arm around you and pulled you back by your shoulders, shooting daggers at the woman as if she had just committed an unforgivable act

Kento: "Please step back. You don't need to touch them to compliment them." he reprimanded and held a firmer grip on your shoulder. He wasn't going to yell at a woman he didn't know but he sure as hell was going to get his point across

"O-oh Im sorry I didn't mean anything by it. I just think it looks really ni--

Kento: "Then you can think it's nice from a distance, they're not a dog. Have a good night." Kento intwined your hand in his and led you away to the car. You looked up at him and a small grin grew across your face

Kento: "Don't look at me like that."

Y/N: "You're like a guard dog. Like a snappy little golden retriever." you giggled before planting a kiss on his jaw which he returned with one on the top of your head

Kento: "Cmon lets go get boba."

Toji Fushiguro

Rage, Rage, and more RAGE

The anger that fills this mans body when someone tries to touch you is immeasurable, ESPECIALLY if its a man

Sometimes you have to calm Toji down when someone tries but its no use, he's already out of his seat and practically ready to kill

Toji is definitely someone who values his personal space, so he completely understood your frustration when you talked about how crazy it is that some people think its okay to try and touch you without permission

He's only seen it happen a few times, thankfully most people had common sense. But there was always that one asshole that crosses the line

You and Toji were out on a late night supply run getting items for Megumis science fair project. You roamed through the aisles of the arts and craft store filling your basket with acrylic paint, styrofoam blocks, construction paper and glue sticks

Toji: "What kind of fifth grader does a science project on soil erosion? Can't we just do something normal like a volcano or something?"

Y/N: "Are you gonna keep complaining all night or are you gonna actually help find everything on the list?" You turned around mad dogging him, both of you were tired and a little bit cranky and snappy at one another. Most of it was playful but some of it intended

Toji: "You look like a pig when you scrunch your knows like that." He chuckled attempting to pull you in for a kiss

Y/N: "You bitch-- Go get someone to open the spraypaints for us!" You said shoving your hand in his face and pushing his head back. Toji sauntered away to find the nearest employee to assist you guys

You stood alone in the aisle for a few minutes scrolling through instagram to pass the time until Toji came back, until a tap on your shoulder caught your attention. A random man, had approached you attempting to spark a conversation. Your eyes jotted back and forth around the area wondering where tf could Toji be and why was he taking so long to get back

"You got a really pretty smile you know that? Pretty hair too, you do this all by yourself?" He asked and took one of your (protective style)'s in his hands

Toji: "Now you..." Toji came up behind the man and planted a firm grip on his shoulder, "...are way too ugly and way too short to think they'd ever want someone like you to touch them. Don't you think?"

The man trembled in place at the vast size difference between the two

"I--"

He couldn't get a whole sentence in before Toji pulled him back by his hair then slammed him head first into the shelves next to him, making the man scream in pain. The star captured the attention of multiple employees and needless to say it wasn't long until you were being led out of the building by security.

Toji: "Did I do too much again?" He asked from the passenger seat, knowing full well he didn't regret his actions

Y/N: "We just got banned from the store, what do you think Toji?"

Toji: "Are you mad at me?"

Y/N: "Yes I'm mad!"

Toji: "Mm. The blush on your face doesn't look like someone who'd be mad at me." He grinned and you tried to hide the smile that started to form

Y/N: "Shut the fuck up."

Gojo Satoru

Gojo unfortunately was very ignorant to the topic at first

Maybe it was a cultural difference but when you told him people would ask to touch your hair he thought it wasn’t that big of a deal

“If someone admired your hair so much that they want to get close to it shouldn’t that be a compliment to you? It’s like they’re complimenting an artist for their artwork right? I don’t really see the harm in that, I touch Getos hair all the time and he's fine with it.” He said once before

Nonetheless it led to a very heated argument

He didn’t understand all the fuss around it, that was until he saw it actually happen

Seeing how physically uncomfortable you get when someone you don’t know tries to “pet” you put it all in perspective for him

Y/N: “Gojo, hurry we’re gonna miss the train!” You shouted as you ran through the subway station

Gojo: “I’m coming slow down! I don’t wanna drop anything.” He followed closely behind carrying the other bags of groceries you guys got from the farmers market

You both managed to slip through the train doors in time before it departed. You two managed to find two seats by the window, it was a preferred spot that way you both could gaze upon the countryside greenery as you passed on your way back to the city. Gojo leaned against the window and you leaned against his shoulder, the both of you trying to get some rest after a full day of walking.

The train stopped at its next spot to let on a few more passengers and a tap on your shoulder shook you out of your rest.

“Can i touch your hair?” a young woman behind you asked, but she had already reached out her hand before you could even answer. You pulled back before her hand could touch you

“Oh, um no please don’t do that…” you awkwardly said and turned back around. You looked over at Gojo who you know heard everything but was undermining the situation yet again

Gojo: “Calm down she didn’t mean anything by it, go back to sleep.” He dismissed you, not even bothering to open his eyes as he still laid against the window. You let out a low scoff and laid back against your seat instead of Gojos shoulder like you were before

The next few minutes we’re quiet as you dozed back off until you heard a loud camera click and could hear the girl frantically trying to turn the volume down

Y/N: “Did you just take a picture of me?”

“Oh it wasn't a bad one I was just sending your hairstyle to my friend I think it’s cute.”

Y/N: “I don’t care. Don’t take a fucking picture of me if—

“I didn’t even touch you so calm the fuck down…this is why no body likes to compliment you people anyways. You take everything too goddamn seriously.” she muttered the last bit under her breath but still loud enough to pick up. This sentence being the one that finally caught Gojos attention

Gojo: “What was that?” He stood up towering over the young woman

“I-I didn’t say anyth— I’m s-sor—

Gojo: “Shut up. Delete it. Now.” His eyes pierced through her and she scrambled to reopen her camera and delete the photos. She flipped the phone towards his face to show that they were no longer in her folder

Gojo: “Now go to a different seat. And if you touch them against i’ll smash that stupid fucking phone into the fucking concrete.” The young woman ran from her seat to the other side of the train as quickly as possible and Gojo sat back down. He attempted to put his arm around you but you wanted no part in it, for the next 30 minutes you ignored every attempt he made to get a word out of you. Even on the walk home you were cold

Gojo: “Y/N if you don’t tell me what’s wrong I can’t fix it!” he said as you entered your apartment

Y/N: “IVE TOLD YOU WHATS WRONG BEFORE. YOU DONT LISTEN!” you yelled, something he rarely heard you do, “I told you countless times before that people trying to touch me is a reoccurring problem for me and what did you do? You belittled me and made it seem like no big deal. Why did it take someone being blatantly racist towards me for you to actually start caring? Why did I have to prove the problem to you?” He looked back at you with no words just a stunned expression as he struggled to find the right thing to say

Gojo: “I…I don’t know. I’m sorry.” you rolled your eyes at his lackluster reply and turned away to the bedroom

Y/N: “Whatever. I’m going to bed.”

Gojo: “Y/N, wait I—

you slammed the door in his face before he could finish his sentence

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🗡️ The Eaten Heart🍷

bangchan x fem!reader (smut) 🔞

〰️summary: chan loves you to death. no, literally, he would die pleasing you. a ritual to unite the two of you tries to keep you both satisfied.

〰️ warnings: intense emotional sex, ritual play, breath play, blood play, lowkey highkey sacrilegious, genuinely just imagine all the warnings possible bc this is literally ur fault now if u read it so don’t blame me 🦇

〰️author’s note: this work definitely contains sacrilegious elements. no disrespect was intended through this writing. please do not continue reading if this offends you.

〰️wc: 6.5k

〰️please god minors DNI!!! 🔞

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“Are you ready, my love?” Chan held out his hand, waiting calmly for you to take ahold of it. The black button up he had been wearing was now rolled up to his elbows. You noticed the tiny outline of a packet resting in the chest pocket.

“Always.” You gently took hold of his hand, as he began to lead you down the corridor and opened the black, heavy vaulted door at the end. Opening it slowly revealed the the narrowed, twisting set of steps that resided inside. No matter how many times you’d seen this view, the daunting beauty of it in all of its darkness, you were always overwhelmed at the sullen energy that was trapped inside.

The usual paleness of Chan’s skin now turned slightly warmer as he took a step inside to be illuminated by the seeping black candles held on the wall sconces. They gave warmth to a tiny path, leading up the dark stairs.

Holding tightly to your grip once more, Chan began to slowly ascend the steps, one level at a time. He paused carefully between each step, making sure that the fabric of the long, pillowy, dark wine-colored chiffon dress you were holding wasn’t hindering you in any way. You each took your time, enjoying the dual thrill and serenity of this moment together. Both knowing full well what you were about to do. The gentle ascension also allowed more time for you to study Chan’s face. The lust in his eyes was almost incomparable. The usually chirp nature of his personality all but gone. These moments with you were taken seriously by him. This was, for both of you, the time that you could fully be with each other- blocked out from the rest of the world and its mundane superficiality. In this world, it was just the two of you.

Greeted now by the last step, Chan used both hands to hold tightly to your arm, making sure that you were secure in the final and largest step in the series. Once you were settled on the steady floor, he took advantage of his grip to lovingly pull you closer, bringing your hand to his chest and resting it over his beating heart. The beats were so strong, so pronounced, that you could feel it rippling through his entire body.

“I want to feel you fully tonight. Okay?” he questioned, leaning his forehead down to touch yours. ‘My beautiful, beautiful girl,’ he thought.

You looked up at him, gently bringing your other hand to cup the side of his face. “Of course, my love. I wouldn’t have you any other way.” You went in for a short, sweet kiss before pulling away. Suddenly, Chan forced your hand down, off of his chest, rotating your arm until you repositioned your body to face forward.

One hand intertwined with his, the other now latching onto his bicep, you followed just behind him as he led you farther into the beautiful, almost ominous room. It was taunting in a way.

You always got nervous at this point. Nerves, butterflies, what have you. It didn’t matter how many times you’d gone through this with Chan, each ritual brought on new emotions, so overwhelming that you felt totally and completely consumed. ‘That is the point,’ you reminded yourself. ‘And ultimately, there is no better feeling in the world.’

You made a mental note of Chan’s expression- stoic and unwavering. His eyes were set only on the stained-glass window ahead. Much like him, and now much like you, the glass was adorned only in various shades of blacks, greys, and the occasional white. It let in the faintest beams of light, which was the only source of illumination excluding three white candles, not yet lit, sitting to the side of the window sill.

Now seeing Chan with the streaks of moonlight shining down on his face, you had reached the edge of the room. You both stood there for a moment, basking in the beauty shining out in front of you before turning to each other, Chan now taking both of your hands into his.

The love in your eyes while looking at Chan could not be hidden in the room. It sparked his heart up every time he saw the faintest reminder of it. His eyes trailed down to your lips- perfect and bare for him, as you’d known to do by this point. He saw you for your raw nature. For the humanness that you possessed, only a vessel to contain your inescapable soul. It wasn’t as if Chan wanted this, nor that he needed this. You were simply his fate. THIS was simply his fate. You had full control over him and he over you because you were one. Together, you made one full person.

He turned his head toward the window to face the moon in all its solemnity. You were always in his stars. The two bodies were simply one.

‘I can’t believe the luck I’ve been given in this life,’ he thought.

Piercing his eyes into yours, he began. “You are my one true love and my soul eternal. Nothing will ever be a part of me as much as you. Isn’t that right?”

Your head spun into his words, locking in every syllable. “That’s right, my love.”

“And I am your one true love and your soul eternal. Nothing will ever be a part of you as much as me. Is that correct?”

“Of course, my love,” you whispered, getting closer to his mouth. You came tantilizingly close, just lingering over his lips with a slight smirk. You knew what you were doing to him. You felt it every time in the way that his heart started to once again beat out of his chest. You took your hand from his, slowly, working your way onto his sculptured torso. You used two fingers to start walking up toward his chest, smiling at him daringly as you went. ‘I know this is driving you crazy, darling,’ you thought to yourself.

You stopped your fingers just over the spot you could feel his heart beating the strongest. You left them there for a second, lightly scratching the skin residing overtop with the tips of your nails. You contemplated for a moment, then proceeded to lunge your nails slightly into him, scratching down to leave deep red marks.

Chan hissed, leaning his head back. He allowed himself to fully feel the sting of your touch. The things you made him feel were like none other. He felt himself hardening underneath his black pants. Bringing his head back up slowly, he was met with your sensual gaze, smirk mocking him spread across your face. ‘Stop being such a fucking tease,’ he thought to himself, intense desire now building up.

He ran his tongue along his teeth, letting it out with a pop. Smiling down at you now, he leaned closer and whispered, “Then let’s play. Let’s worship.”

He suddenly grabbed the top of your dress and ripped downward, pulling the light chiffon apart as if it were never there to begin with. ‘Just like l wanted,’ he thought as he looked to your fully naked chest with no garments over top. He bent down to the level of the rip, continuing his force onto it. Eye level with your breasts, he bit down hard, getting a soft screech from you.

He smiled, obviously loving the reaction and kept working his way down.

*Rip. A bite into your stomach.

*Rip. A bite into your thigh.

*Rip. A bite into the side of your leg.

*Rip. A bite over the top of your foot.

He quickly took the dark fabric of the dress and threw it onto the alcove under the window. Now bent down onto one knee, he took one of your hands into both of his, kissing the top of it ever so slowly, then fully rotating to place a kiss into your palm. He lingered there more just a moment, pressing your hand onto his face to smell the sweetness of your skin. God how he wanted to consume you.

He kissed up the rest of your arm as he worked his way back up to standing. He slowly walked you back until your knees were resting against the alcove. In a swift motion, he pushed you back into the soft padding of the dress, just quickly enough to make you lose your footing but gently enough to make sure you wouldn’t get hurt and hit the three candles placed along the window.

‘My princess, so fucking beautiful for me,’ he thought, staring down at you. ‘This is all mine. I will have all of you.’ He launched himself down on top of you, throwing one of your legs around his waist as he leaned down to plant a hungry kiss to your mouth. He was straight to the point, biting onto you and swirling his tongue around yours. He began rutting his hips into you, taking full charge. He rubbed them up and down quickly, not giving you time to ease into anything. You could feel yourself growing wetter along the material of his pants. The way he put just the right amount of pressure, focusing it right along your clit, was almost too much to handle so rapidly. His body was so in tuned to yours, it was second nature. He continued to grind, unrelenting until a long moan escaped your mouth.

“Yes baby, that’s right. Keep going for me,” he instructed, unlatching his lips only long enough to get the words out. He was right back on them as quickly as he’d pulled off. As he steadily pushed his hips into you, he forced his tongue down into your throat, almost making you choke. He made deep strokes now, matching up his tongue movements to the thrusts of his hips.

You tried to let out more moans, but they were blocked. The vibrations that Chan felt on his tongue from it sent him into overdrive. He brought his hand up, sloppily pushing it into your face, then using two fingers to push into your mouth and join his tongue in your throat.

You gagged around the pressure. You couldn’t help it. You almost felt yourself suffocating underneath him.

“That’s right, so fucking beautiful for me. I know you can take it,” he spat out, eyes locked onto your every reaction.

You continued to choke while moaning and whining for air. You slowly tried to get deep breaths in and out of your nose, but they were far and few between. The combination of the clit stimulation and the aggressive strokes down your mouth overwhelmed you in the deepest sense of the word. You felt yourself losing oxygen, slowly letting your brain go fuzzy. You let out small tears and started to full-on scream. Muffled screams of course. At first, Chan couldn’t make it out. He reveled in the fact that he had full control over your body. Full control over your life at this point.

“Chris!!!” He felt you vibrate across his fingers. He quickly pulled his tongue and fingers out of your mouth, letting you choke and gasp for air. Tears were still streaming from your eyes, and Chris was sure this was the most beautiful he’d ever seen you.

You couldn’t help but continue to cry as you felt the oxygen rush back into your brain, helping you to finally feel alive again. Tears and tears and tears started flooding off of you.

“You did such a good job, pretty girl,” he cooed into you, still motioning his hips against your clit. “I’m so so proud of you,” he smiled. “But now,” he lifted his face up over top of yours- “Now, I need you to let go and come for me. You can do that for me, can’t you baby?” His eyes locked onto yours. You could barely see his face from the water covering your vision, but you went through with nodding your head as the breaths now came easier.

You focused on the deep strokes he was making on top of you, feeling your clit become engorged from how perfectly he was hitting you. You leaned your head back, mouthing “Fuck” as best as you could. Chan must have liked the reaction, as he pushed himself even harder into you, his thigh now adding more pressure. You were sure you couldn’t contain yourself much longer.

You gazed up to see Chan’s face hanging right over yours, watching intently as your began to writhe underneath him. He loved the power. He loved the thought of controlling the most vulnerable part of you. He looked like he wanted to fucking eat you.

You continued to focus on his face as the warm feeling of release started to come over you. Chan knew it too. He smirked, leaning down again to be closer to your face.

“Is my girl gonna cum for me?” he laughed, grinding as hard as he possibly could.

That was it. It sent you over the edge.

You felt your body start to convulse around you, desperately grappling for a bit of the dress fabric to hold onto while you rode it out. A zap went into your brain, healing any residual loss of oxygen that could have been felt. Chris smiled into your neck, then took both arms to hold your own down. He held your body down with his own, making you continue to take his hips grinding into you.

You were officially overstimulated, not able to fight back under Chan’s body weight. You cried, “Chris, Chris stop. I’m done. I’m done. Holy shit,” you cried, feeling another bolt shoot down your legs. “Ahh! I’m done!” You started panting, trying to catch your breath as quickly as you could as Chan lifted himself off of you slowly. The smile on his face quickly tilted down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I knew you could do it.” He continued to press kisses along the entirety of your face until your breathing started to normalize. Once you had calmed down. He took your hand in his and planted slow kisses into the side of your neck. He pulled back up to wipe a few leftover tears before smiling down. “Time to offer our bodies, yeah?” he spoke gently.

You nodded with a deep breath out and a look of determination and slight excitement on your face.

Chan raised his body over yours, then leaned down to cup your back and help you raise up. He stepped off of the platform to remove his pants and unbutton his top, grabbing a few small items from the pocket before removing it fully. You watched as he let the clothes hit the floor and leaned over your body to set the items gently behind one of the three candles resting beside you.

He twisted your body around with his arms so he could now sit down, taking the placement you once had. “Ready?”, he asked, reaching up to laze his hand along the back of your neck.

You didn’t bother replying. Slowly, you crawled on top of his lap, running your hands into his hair, settling to rest over each side of his head for stability. Slowly, you lowered yourself onto his hardened cock, making sure to take it inch by inch. His hands slowly trailed from your neck and down your back, until he was holding just above your waist. He breathed heavily as you lowered yourself onto him, letting out a small hiss each time you moved.

Moving his eyes up, he watched your face as you took in more of him. The way you scrunched your eyes at the light but delicious pain of having him inside of you. ‘All fucking mine now,’ he thought, letting his head roll back as you had fully taken him in. He gyrated his hips the slightest bit to feel around inside of you. How tight you were for him and how he filled you up all the way to your cervix.

“Time for worship,” he breathed out.

He smoothly swiped his hands along and off of your body to reach for one of the items hidden behind a candle. A small lighter rested softly in his hand. He made quick work to bring it back in front of you, right between each of your face. He looked into your eyes for permission before lighting it. A small, warm, meaningful flame sparked up as he dragged his thumb across it. He smiled at you lovingly, ready for what was about to begin.

“The body, the blood, and the spirit,” he whispered into the flame. The words moved past the flame to hit your own lips, sending a cool rush into your body.

You moved closer to the glowing burn. You stared first at it, then down to Chan’s lips.

You repeated after him. “The body, the blood, and the spirit.” You looked at each other, silently counting down before taking a deep breath to simultaneously blow out the flame. You smiled into each other, reciprocally grabbing faces for a quick kiss. This one was full of passion- unlike any kiss you’d had before.

Chan suddenly pulled away, carefully guiding the lighter up and away from the both of you. He extended both arms as far as they could reach, stabilizing with one hand and pushing into the lighter with the other.

With that, he lit the first candle:

“The Body”

Returning his attention back to you, he let himself take a moment to memorize the feeling of being inside of you. How wet you were for him and how tense you felt around him. How you contoured yourself perfectly around him, letting him fill you up like a mould.

“This pussy was made for me. Only me,” he breathed out, slipping his hands down to your waist. He started massaging your waist back and forth, slowly at first to warm himself up inside of you. He was gentle, but started picking up speed steadily.

“Come down here, I need to feel you,” he instructed, moving his hands up to your back and pulling your body down on top of his. Sitting now, chest to chest, you wrapped your hands around his neck as you continued to ride him, slowly, back and forth. You kept pulling his body closer as you picked up the pace. Your arms now completely crossed over each other with your face in the crook of his neck.

Chan took the opportunity to relax his head back a little, just enjoying the feeling of you giving into him. He turned his head to the side, planting kisses from the top to the bottom of your neck. You felt yourself gasp once he had gotten to the end.

He bit down. Hard. ‘Fuck,’ you thought. He continued relentlessly biting in. He wouldn’t let you out of his bite. Your first instinct was to start moving faster on top of him, almost ballistically as if to pull away. But he wasn’t having it.

He gripped onto your hips now, pushing and pulling you quickly around him. He didn’t bother with being gentle anymore. He would make sure you had marks on both your neck and hips by the time this was done.

With his teeth sunken in as far are they could go, he swirled his tongue around the fresh-forming bruise. He quickly took a harsh handful of your ass, hauling it backward and forward, backward and forward.

“Chrissss,” you hissed out, not knowing how else to express yourself in this moment. “Fuck,” you let your head roll down. “Chris holy shit.”

He finally pulled off of your neck. “Say my name again,” he gritted.

“Fuckkk, Chris,” was all you could manage to get out, breath getting heavy.

“Louder.” He was violently moving your hips now, adding sloppy thrusts where he was able. He stared into you, looking animalistic.

“Christopher, please!” You breathed out hard now. You weren’t going to be able to take much more of this.

“I SAID LOUDER. FUCKING YELL FOR ME.”

“CHRISTOPHER BANG HOLY SHIT. PLEASE GOD,” you now yelled out as loud as you could. You just needed him to finish you.

He smirked up at you, loving the sight of what he’d done to you. You’d do anything for him and he knew it. Any. Fucking. Thing. He could and would make you do anything he said. And he would do anything for you. This moment is how it was supposed to be forever.

“God?,” he tauntingly laughed. “No baby, I am your god. I am all you will ever fucking need,” he barked out through gritted teeth. One hand had moved up to grab your hair as the other kept slamming your ass into him.

“You will worship me the same that I will worship you.” He was yelling at this point. Suddenly, he laid his body back on the ground, pulling you down with him. Your face now only an inch from his.

He looked deeply into your eyes and grinned. “Now you better pray to me that I don’t destroy you.”

His hand in your hair now pulled all the way back, lifting your head up to the sky. His grip on you didn’t fade, but he stopped pushing you and instead started ramming his cock into you as quickly as he could. He was relentless, pushing deeper with every thrust. You couldn’t even describe the pleasure mixed with the pain.

“Christopher, OH MY GOD. Fuck.. fuck.. FUCK!” you yelled at the sky. A smirk came across his face at the sight of you looking up. Looking like you were praying to him.

‘My good fucking girl,’ he thought. ‘It’s just me and you now.’

He kept thrusting harder and harder, until you thought for sure something inside of you was going to rip. You felt like everything inside of you was being shifted. He was rearranging you from the inside out.

“You’re going to fucking rearrange me, Christopher,” you spat out, about to begin crying again.

“See,” he grabbed your hair even tighter, bringing the first tear out. “I’m making you into my own perfect creation.” He bucked his hips into you three more times, each leaving you feeling breathless and helpless.

Suddenly, he stopped. He dropped his grip on your hair, letting your head fall softly to his chest. You could hear his heart going a million miles an hour. He put his hand over top of yours to feel it doing the same.

As much as you needed the release, you knew neither of you could have it yet. That’s not how this worked. You had to be patient.

As you moved one hand to gently hold the side of his face, he moved his free arm around your back as he sat up again. The moonlight surrounding you showed the sweat along his forehead and hairline, only making him look sexier.

He quietly reached over yet again for the lighter and to grasp onto another candle. He swiftly made a motion over top of it to turn the pure white wick into a newly charing flame. Before turning to face you he grabbed the other item he had previously thrown down. A small silver dagger adorned with beautiful carving into the handle.

There it was, seemingly quicker than the times before. The lighting of the second candle.

“The Blood”

Chan gripped tightly to the knife and gently placed it in your hand, being careful not to let it hurt you. He looked in your eyes as if to wait for your nod of approval. You were always a little scared, yes, but you wanted this more than anything in the world. The feeling was indescribable. To pledge your loyalty to him and him to you.

You firmly grasped the dagger into your hand. Chan felt along your chest, resting his palm over top of where your heart laid. He delicately clasped his other hand on top of yours, leading the knife to the area above your chest. He softly removed his marking hand to expose your skin underneath.

Ever so slowly, he led your hand down, along with the knife until the tip was grazing the top of your skin. He made sure to directly line it up over the top of your heart. Each breath you took made it prod the tiniest bit into you.

“You’re mine, my love,” he held the hand tightly and leaned forward to kiss you forehead. When he pulled back, he looked directly into you and squeezed your hand. A signal to begin.

His had hovered over top of yours as you started to move the knife painstakingly slow, just deep enough so that it would penetrate your skin. As soon as you felt it make the first scratch, you winced a tiny bit at the pain. It was by no means unbearable. Just enough to make you notice the uncomfortability of it all.

Chris stared at your hand, still resting his own gently over top as you moved. Your eyes shut, and you breathed out heavily, focusing all of your effort into your hand. You slowly moved it, little by little, leaving a shallow imprint across the skin. You swooped it down, following a steady curve until it could be brought back up.

Chris smiled, knowing you were done. He took a tighter grip on the knife, pulling it back to reveal your handiwork.

There, now carved into you, a lone letter “C”. A few drops of blood were trickling down.

All Chris could do was grin, leaning his face in to plant a small kiss in the middle of the “C”, making sure not to ruin the tiny bit of blood that had been let out.

He softly grabbed the knife out of your hand and held it with his own. He motioned with his eyes down to his chest, cueing you to find where his heartbeat was strongest. Once you settled your palm against his skin, he extended the dagger slowly for you to grab over top of where his fist was holding it.

You easily took it. Not hard, but barely resting over top.

He put a smirk on his face before bringing the knife down to where your hand lay. You slowly removed it, losing contact with the pulse of the heart beating below. He made quick work to push the knife into his chest, definitely with more power and aggression, deeper than what you had done.

Your instinct was to pull his hand back, but to no avail. He was gripping at the knife too tightly for your touch to do anything.

“This is good, baby,” he assured you.

You nodded, taking a deep breath before stabilizing your hand over his one again. You followed along with the curve of his hand, as you watched him carve your initial into his skin.

He had gone so much deeper, blood was trickling down fast. Not enough to be worried, but enough to silently think he was crazy. Crazy for you.

Once he reached the last stroke of your initial, you went to take your hand off of his. Instead of pulling back, he gently pushed in on the knife a little deeper, almost solidifying the engraving into his chest.

“Stop it Chan!” you screamed, returning your hand to his, to try and slowly back it up. You struggled, but he didn’t give in. He looked you dead in the face. His eyes were black now. It was as if something otherworldly had taken over him.

He didn’t respond, just held the knife in place, using his other hand to reach up and grab your face. He left a few gentle strokes along your cheek before settling into your hair, smirk wide across his face.

“Give me a kiss first,” he whispered.

“No Christopher! You’re too deep! Take it out right now!” you yelled, truly worried. You grasped his hand even tighter, trying to tug on it. To no avail. He was staying there if it was the last thing he did.

By the look on his face, you knew you’d set him off. His nostrils started to flare and he eyed you down. His jaw locked in place so tightly you thought he’d never be able to open it again.

“I want to give you my heart, y/n,” he spoke initially. “I want to give you my fucking heart,” his tone raised, face visibly mad. “I want to fucking rip it out right now for you to have!” he finally started screaming. “It’s yours anyway. It doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to you goddamn it, now fucking take it!” he yelled at you, his hot breath hitting you in the face. He could say what he wanted, but he was in pain. You gave him a few seconds to calm himself.

You leaned down to return to him what he’d done to you prior. You whispered in a low breath “No,” before kissing his forehead. You pulled back to rest your face on the same plane as his, only inches apart. You grasped his hand over top of the knife. “Not today, my love. Today, I need you here with me. And I need you here to be a part of me.” You kissed his cheek.

You could feel his hand relax a little, and you let yours tighten. Going as slowly as possible, he allowed you to remove the dagger, a quarter of a centimeter at a time. You both looked down as it inched out, admiring the perfect initial he had carved. A few areas streamed blood down them, but nothing more than he’d had before. Once the knife was fully out, he gently held it in front of him, covered in blood that ran down the palm of his hand. Your hand still around his felt the tiny trickles of blood onto it too.

He slowly let you direct the knife back to your own skin. You rested it just along your own engravement, making sure to get the small amount of your blood from your chest and onto each side of the knife.

You both looked intently as you guided the knife back to the center and handed it off to Chan. You slid your hand down to grasp onto and stabilize his wrist.

You both sat for a minute, looking at each other like you weren’t sure who should start. Chan leaned in leisurely, bringing his face down to the the level of the knife. He stuck his tongue out to bring it straight down, along the middle of the blade. As he pulled back, he closed his mouth and licked his lips- a shade of red now covering them.

You mirrored his example and gently took a swipe of blood in your mouth. You never really got used to it- the taste of the iron. But knowing that it was now mixed blood, that of you and your soulmate, you cherished every last drop.

Chan placed the dagger back behind the candle before leaning in to steal a quick kiss. Your mouths were now wet with each other, but in the most perfect way. A tiny part of him, even if just a cell, would now live in you. It made you just that bit perfect, but that was enough for you.

It was not enough for Chan. He needed to devour you in every sense. ‘It’s time to finish you,’ he thought.

He rushed to find the lighter again, scrambling his blood-covered thumb over the top to light it up.

The lighting of the third candle.

“The Spirit”

He quickly wiped the blood of his hands off onto the remainder of the dress lying beneath him. He laid you down again onto your back, throwing your legs over his lower back as he went. He made sure to press his chest all the way down into you, letting your blood intermingle and soak into the initial he had so happy etched into himself.

He looked at you in adoration. ‘God this man.’ He made you feel so loved. So seen. How could this gentle being be the same man who was ramming into you 10 minutes ago? The man that was fully insistent on ripping his heart out to present to you because nothing else could fulfill his need to give you himself? This man loved you. In the full sense of the word. He would die for you. He would sacrifice his own soul to save yours. He would crawl through the depths of hell if he knew it would keep you safe. Chan was the only person you would ever need, and he made sure you knew that.

“It might feel tight, baby,” he whispered, laying his head down into your hair, right beside your neck. He slowly let his length move inside of you. He proceeded slowly, only pushing in slightly more when he felt you relax around him.

Once you had fully adjusted, he began with slow, loving strokes. You suddenly felt warm with this fullness inside of you. Like this is what you had been missing all along. And with it, you were finally whole.

Chan felt the same way, and he made it known to you.

“You feel so good baby,” he whispered into your ear. “My match made in heaven.” He kissed your ear. He continued slowly, making sure to rub along the outside of you.

He let his hands wonder down until they were pressing into the bottom of your stomach. You could feel so much more with the new pressure. You felt every inch of him slowly pulling into and out of you. Every stroke felt like it reached a deeper part. He angled his body slightly lower so that he could angle himself up into you. Right to the sweet spot.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, smile shining on your face. “Fuck baby, that felt good.” You let your head relax back.

“Yeah?” he asked, hovering his face over yours. He didn’t want to miss a single look on your beautiful face.

“Yes, Channie,” you smiled again, taking a sharp breath in.

‘God that fucking nickname’ he thought. His heart turned into putty every time you used it. ‘So soft and so gentle for me… For Channie.’ He smiled, using one hand to stroke along the top of your head, maintaining the pressure on your stomach with the other.

He thrust into you harder now. Not necessarily faster, but using more force. The look on your face was all the reassurance he needed to keep it up.

He watched how your mouth dropped open, like you watched to scream something out but you couldn’t. How your eyes squeezed shut to focus on the feeling he was giving you. How your breathing started to pick up the more that he moved.

Feeling himself inside you got him hard, yes. But watching you- with all of your perfection- loving the way that he made love to you, got him rock hard. Suddenly, his tip became more sensitive. It crept and crept up until it started to drive him wild.

He started to place sloppy kisses along your mouth as he slammed his hips in. He kept a steady pace, just enough to keep your heart rate up.

You moaned as his hand pressed even harder into you. You could feel his cock hitting up and into the palm of his hand. Time and time again, you felt him hit into just the right spot to make your toes curl. Everything in your body froze up, then went warm. He kept going and going until it was going to send you over the edge.

“Channie?” you whined, breathing heavily through your mouth.

“Yes, my love?” He detached himself from your face to look at you. God, he could get off by looking at that face alone.

He smirked. “Does my baby need to cum?”

“Fuck yes,” you said, reaching around his neck to bring his lips down to yours. You felt like you were being elevated from your body.

No, resurrected.

Chan was going to bring you back to life.

Hard, stiff thrusts now poured out of him uncontrollably.

His breathing quickened too all of a sudden. He let out a sharp moan.

“Ughhh,” he drew a breath in. His voice was shaking. “I’m going to cum baby. Cum with me, yeah? Let’s tie ourself together now, okay?” He could hardly get his words out.

You knew he was barely holding on. So vulnerable for you.

Swiftly, he released the pressure off your stomach, making you gasp at the sudden loss of weight. Instead, he brought his hand down to your clit, and rubbed light circles. He went just in tune with the thrusts, throwing you over the edge.

“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,” you screamed out, feeling the beginning of the orgasm take over your entire body.

That’s all Chan needed. He took long thrusts to push himself over the edge with you. He shut his eyes tight, picturing just your face, your soul, holding his heart.

No, EATING his heart. It's all he could ever ask for and you would be the one to give it to him.

“TAKE.” Thrust.

“IT.” Thrust.

“ALL.” Thrust.

“UGHHH,” he yelled out, throwing himself into you with the most force you’d felt all night.

Your vision went white, jolts being sent through your body in every direction. Your body stiffened, head throwing itself back and body arching up off the ground. You felt Chan’s cock twitch inside of you, followed by a warm feeling that almost filled you more than you could take.

He continued to give you a few more wild thrusts. He bit down onto your ear. “Take it baby. Take my spirit and give me yours.”

Your body let out one final jolt before Chan slowed down and grabbed your face, cupping it in both hands.

You kissed him like you’d never tasted him before. Like everything about him was new and you were ready to explore.

You had just dedicated your entire being to him, but everything felt so irrepressible in this moment.

As he brought himself to a complete stop, he pulled his face from yours, panting. He decided to lay there for a few moments, letting himself rest inside you. It only felt natural to be this close to you. To finally feel like he could be a part of you.

His eyes fell down to your chest underneath him- both of you stained from the dark red show of your love for each other.

He made sure you were looking at him. He wanted itnto be a show. He then took the palm of his hand to his mouth, giving it a soft kiss. He placed the hand over your heart, where his initial had been etched in.

“I’ll always be with you, yeah?” he smiled down.

“Always and forever, my Channie.”

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Wrong For It

Pairing: Toxic!Tyrone x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, all consensual. Corruption kink if you squint. ONE SHOT.

Summary: Follower Celebration: You voted for Slice of Life with a Toxic Tyrone! While hanging out with your best friend, her big brother Tyrone comes home unexpectedly. You've had a terrible crush on him for as long as you could remember. You're both a little tipsy and feeling each other. You absolutely shouldn't....right?

Word Count: 6,014k

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“Girl, you never want to hang at my place anymore,” your best friend, Camille, said.

You sighed and switched your phone to your other ear, grateful that she can’t see your guilty eye roll. “That’s not true, I was just over there…” You trailed off, trying to think of when you were last over there.

Fourth of July. She had a small party, which of course meant that everybody and they mama was invited. It was easy to disappear during the party. Easy to dodge Tyrone, her brother. He wasn’t a bad guy, he was just the neighborhood fuck boy and you had a terrible crush on him.

You’d known Camille and Tyrone all their lives, having grown up right next door to them. You never stood a chance when it came to what type of guy you were interested in. Camille spent many a day complaining about her annoying older brother and how women always tried to be nice to her in order to get to him.

You didn’t have the heart to tell her that during puberty, when you really started to notice boys, you had the misfortune of seeing Tyrone workout with his shirt off. Your summers were spent looking out of your bedroom window and into their backyard where he often hung out with friends. The no shirt/black shorts/towel hanging out of his back pocket combo unlocked something in you.

You’d been changed. Altered. The fabric of your mind had been ripped apart and you spent the rest of your days trying to find someone who held a candle to Tyrone. None ever did.

“That’s right, yo bitch ass don’t even remember when. Please? I got the house to myself for once,” Camille said.

You sighed through your nose and looked at your phone. It was late in the afternoon and you didn’t have anything to do. Still. There was always the possibility of running into Tyrone.

“You sure you got the house to yourself?” You asked.

“Yes! Now come on! We can make fun of that new movie on Netflix,” she said.

“Let me get decent and I’ll be over,” you said. You held the phone away from your ear as Camille squealed loud enough to be heard around the corner.

“Bring snacks!” She said. She signed off and you groaned, flopping back onto your bed. You were an adult. Tyrone came home later and later and sometimes not at all. He was either lamped up with his latest conquest or he was out selling weed. He still sold premium shit compared to the shops and you had no idea where he got it from.

You got yourself together and raided your pantry for your favorite snacks. Chips, cookies, and pieces of candy. You were going to have a terrible sugar rush but fuck it, it was the weekend.

Soon, you were locking your door behind you and crossing the dry lawn towards Camille’s house. You checked her driveway. There was only her busted Toyota Camry out front. You could breathe easier. Eventually, you’d have to get over him. Eventually, you’d have to stop letting your avoidance of him get in the way of your friendship with Camille. You just needed more time.

You shivered with the roaring wind outside. You hadn’t expected to go to her place tonight and you were comfortable in the heated house with your shorts, long sleeved shirt, and fuzzy socks. Outside though, you were exposed to the elements. Once it dropped below 70 in LA, it was freezing.

Camille finally opened the door, her deep ebony skin almost a match for her brother’s. She had thick, curled hair that was tied up into a high ponytail at the moment. She wore a tie-dye graphic tee with the sleeves cut off and gray joggers.

She squealed when she saw you and threw her arms around you, pulling you into a big hug. You giggled and braced yourself from the added weight of her. “You act like I died,” you said.

“I thought you did. How you still live next door and I, like, never see you unless we go out?” She asked. She took some of the snacks from your hands and let you into the house. You followed behind her, closing and locking the door, and moved into the living room. Since no one was there, you had the chance to watch TV on the big screen.

You always loved being at their house. It wasn’t much. And it was just as grungy as your place growing up, but it was clean and full of love. Their mom was like a second mom to you, always making sure you were fed and gave you dolls on your birthdays.

Camille already had an assortment of liquor lined up on the table like you were pre-gaming back during your clubbing days. “Damn girl,” you said, noticing it.

Camille dumped the snacks onto the table and grinned at you. “Been so damn long, I forgot what you drink!”

“Stop. We talk all the time,” you said.

Camilled sat down on the brown, weathered couch with a big sigh. She avoided looking at you and picked at something on the cushion. “Don’t feel like it, is all,” she said.

Shit. Now you were feeling guilty. You sat down next to her and pulled her into a hug. “I just been busy at work, bestie. I’m sorry I’ve been MIA,” you said.

She grinned and shrugged. “I get it. Work is a bitch! Now let’s get drunk like we used to!”

You shook your head and again, something was telling you to throw caution to the wind. Before long, she was queuing up a movie on Netflix. She popped the top to the tequila and lined up two shots for you and two for her.

You both shot it back, howling at the burn of alcohol. “Gahh damn!” You said when your throat calmed down enough.

“Woo! Shall we play a game?” Camille lowered her voice and waggled her eyebrows. You laughed and shoved her away.

“The last time we played one of your drinking games, I was up till 3am puking my guts out!”

“That was on me. We probably shouldn’t have taken a shot every time that man licked his lips. Trevante is sex on a stick!” Camille said and cackled.

The sweet burn of alcohol dropped to your stomach and warmed you up from the inside out. You only shook your head and agreed.

Soon, you both were falling back into your normal routine. You laughed, made fun of the trash ass movie, and drank and ate your way through the night. You yawned for the tenth time in as many minutes. Fuck, you missed this. You missed hanging with your best friend.

Guilt wrapped an icy tentacle around your gut. It was your fault that you hadn’t had many times to unwind and catch up with your bestie. You had been so focused on work, so focused on keeping your mind busy, that you hadn’t realized just how long it’s been.

You vowed to change it. You were not going to let some man get in the way of your friendship. No matter how fine he was.

Camille’s soft snores made you turn towards her. You giggled and shook your head. She always fell asleep first. And she fell hard. It would take an earthquake to wake her up. And even then, you both were desensitized by them by now. The rough rocking was akin to being rocked as a baby at this point.

You were sleepy but not ready to fall asleep just yet. You decided to help her clean, not wanting to be a pig in someone else’s house, best friend or not. You swept up crumbs, wrappers, and carried shot glasses over to the kitchen. Fuck. Everything was still familiar to you.

The light over the stove was on so you didn’t turn on the overhead lights. An ache beat in your head and you didn’t need the extra tension. The kitchen had peeling sky blue paint, tile countertop, and there were clean cups and bills overtaking the counter top.

You hummed slightly as you cleaned up, knowing exactly where they kept everything. You set the shot glasses upside down on the drying mat. The humming was just loud enough to not hear the door open and close. Or hear someone approaching behind you.

The circle of arms around your waist made you squeal in fear and tense up, throwing your elbow behind you. You connected with something soft but solid, and there was a tiny “oomf”.

You moved away and turned around, chest on fire. You held up your hands. You couldn’t fight worth a damn but whoever it was didn’t need to know that.

“Damn girl, watch where you throwing them elbows!” Tyrone groaned, rubbing his stomach.

“Tyrone?” You asked.

Tyrone winked at you and smiled. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. It took a few, deep breaths for your body to catch up to the fact that you weren’t in danger. Not physical danger anyway. You placed your hand over your heart and the rapid thumbs began to slow down.

Tyrone leaned back against the counter and shoved his hands into his oatmeal colored hoodie. He wore a matching beanie and the hood was pulled up, hiding his beautiful hair that he lovingly took care of. You were brought back to plenty of days spent on their porch while Camille braided his hair and he talked shit.

He considered himself an expert on relationships, despite never really being in one, and he never wasted an opportunity to educate you on men. He always told you that niggas weren’t shit and you were better off getting in, getting off, and getting out.

Tyrone licked his lips and looked over your body, tilting his head. He grinned as he did so and you suddenly felt naked. Like he stripped you with his eyes and you were now exposed. Of course, it only got you thinking about being naked with him. Of being underneath him while he did all kinds of nasty shit to you.

You cleared your throat, thankful that your rich brown skin didn’t show when you were embarrassed or flustered. The tips of your ears did burn something fierce though. “What are you doing here?” You crossed your arms. You sounded a little breathy, but that was okay. You were still trying to calm down from being scared.

“Live here,” he said.

You sighed. Yes, you walked into that one. “Camille said you were gone tonight,” you said.

“Decided to come home early. Guess I just knew that yo pretty ass was in my kitchen,” he said.

No, no, that did not make your stomach flutter. That did not have an answering throb in your pussy. You shifted from one foot to the other, nails digging into your sides.

“More like you got in a fight with your latest squeeze,” you said. You huffed a laugh, trying to break the sudden tension. Their kitchen wasn’t that big and Tyrone had a habit of making it seem like he was the only person in the room. He approached you, getting into your personal space. You tried to lean back, but your back was already against the counter.

Tyrone’s eyes were at half mast, likely high. He shifted closer until you were nearly chest to chest. He leaned down. Your lips parted. What was happening right now? Was he going to kiss you? Right now? Right here? With Camille in the next room?

He reached out his hand and you did your best to prepare. You pinched your side. Were you really going to let this man kiss you?

He reached next to you and grabbed one of the shot glasses you just cleaned off. He grinned. “Jealous?” He asked. He moved away, opening a small pantry next to the refrigerator and pulling out a bottle of Hennessy.

“No,” you scoffed, injecting enough venom in your voice to fell an elephant. Your chest hurt for entirely different reasons now, a type of burning working its way through your lungs. You wanted to hit him. You wanted to slap that smug grin off of his face.

“Who still says ‘squeeze’? When did you turn into an old lady?” He asked. He poured himself a shot and knocked it back. You were a fool but you watched the way his throat worked down the liquid. You wanted to lick him. Wanted to plant your nose right at the hollow of his throat and kiss him.

You rubbed your head and moved away from the sink. “I’ve always been an old soul,” you tossed over to him as you passed him. He tugged on your long-sleeved navy shirt, pulling you back into the kitchen.

“Hol’ up, where you going? Shit, I ain’t seen you in a cool minute,” he said.

You shrugged out of his embrace and refolded your arms. As long as you had a barrier against Tyrone, he couldn’t see how fast you were breathing. You were thankful for the low light as well. That he couldn’t see the way you followed his every move. That your eyes darted to his lips whenever he spoke.

“I been around,” you said and shrugged.

“Naw, you were, like, always over here. Then you up and dipped, what’s that about?” He asked. He poured himself another shot and knocked it back, eyeing you over the rim. You held eye contact for a beat, perhaps two, before grinning and shrugging once more.

“Been busy. Why you giving me the third degree?” You asked.

“Damn, can’t a nigga make conversation?” He asked.

The giggle left you before you had a chance to snatch it back and hold it inside. Giggling would lead to flirting, which would lead to dangerous thoughts. You were a bit tipsy, feeling loose and unencumbered. It was a dangerous position to be in. Especially around Tyrone.

“I better go wake your sister up before she go looking for me,” you said. You smiled and moved past him once more. Again, he grabbed the back of your shirt and pulled you back in front of him.

He invaded your space, moving closer. Close enough to smell the Henny on his breath. “Why you keep trynna escape?”

“I’m not,” you said.

“You look too damn good in them shorts,” he said. He tilted his whole body to the side, exaggerating his movements to look at your legs. You laughed and shoved at his shoulder.

“You need to stop!” You said. Any minute now, Camille was going to wake up. The last thing she needed to see was you flirting with her damn brother in her kitchen. You came over here to hang out with her, not make googly eyes at Tyrone.

That color looked damn good on him though. It stood stark against his dark skin, but it suited him. It was rare that you saw him in bright colors, and the muted oatmeal color just worked on him. Everything worked on him. He was one of those annoying men that never had a bad day.

“Why I need to stop?” He asked. He straightened up and tugged on the front of your shirt, pulling you closer. You were trying to resist, trying to tug yourself backwards. But he was stronger. He pulled you forward and you braced yourself by grabbing his upper arms. You were chest to chest now, staring up into his dark eyes.

“You’re Camille’s brother,” you whispered.

“You’re Camille’s best friend. Fuck that mean?” He asked.

You grinned but immediately squashed it, poking the sides of your cheek with your tongue. You mentally slapped yourself, knowing full well you should not be enjoying this. Should not enjoy the way he grinned slowly, hand still clutching your shirt to keep you in front of him. Like he wanted you there.

“Tyrone…”

“Shhh,” he said. He licked his lips and leaned forward, rubbing his cheek against yours. You sighed. He had a bit of prickly stubble there and it felt good against your smooth skin. He kissed your cheek. “Let me kiss you.”

You shook your head, looking down at his hand on your shirt. “We shouldn’t…”

“You say ‘should or shouldn’t’ one more time and I’ma kiss you anyway,” he said.

You shook your head, looking back up at him. “Tyrone, Camille will kill us,” you whispered.

“All you gotta say is that you don’t wanna kiss me. You just keep giving me bullshit excuses,” he said.

“Fine, I don’t wanna kiss you,” you said.

“Bullshit,” he said. He leaned forward and kissed you anyway. You squealed and gripped his arms harder, intent on pushing him away. But his lips were warm and wet. Sexy. He kissed like he walked; lazy, smooth, in control.

The kiss made your pussy flutter, growing wetter by the second. He moved his hands to your waist, pulling you closer. It was like you weren’t close enough or something because he pushed you against the countertop. He ground his hips into yours and you moaned quietly, feeling something hard press into your belly. He grabbed two handfuls of your ass and squeezed.

His tongue explored your mouth, licking along your bottom lip. You hissed and ended on a sigh. When there was a natural break, you took the opportunity to pull back. Tyrone opened his eyes and grinned.

“Tyrone! You know we shouldn’t–”

Tyrone’s lips found yours once more, hands gripping your hips and digging in like he was looking for lost treasure. You moaned, gripping onto him just as hard. You finally got to taste him, that subtle hit of Henny on his breath, and it was everything you pictured it to be. Only better. It was real. It was magical.

He pulled away and tilted his head at you with a grin. You bit your lip to keep from saying what you should or shouldn’t do. You were torn between two places. On the one hand, you felt so guilty kissing Camille’s brother. Everybody grown, but it still felt taboo. Like you were breaking a sacred girl code. On the other hand, you were selfish and greedy for more.

Tyrone grabbed your hand and began to tug you into the other room. You dug your heels into the hardwood floor, stopping him in his tracks. “What are you doing?” You asked.

“‘Bout to get into some fun with you,” he said. He winked at you and you rolled your eyes, refusing to let him see how much he was affecting you.

“Oh, no, no, no. A kiss is one thing. I’m not going to your room,” you said. You had to draw the line somewhere. No amount of good dick was going to mess up your friendship.

Everyone’s had a spin on Tyrone’s dick. And it was just your luck to fall for the resident fuck boy who handed out orgasms like Halloween candy. There had been plenty of times that you and Camille were minding your sweet business when a group of girls would suddenly break out into an argument about who hopped on Tyrone’s dick last. You were not going to add yourself to that long list.

Tyrone sighed and hung his head, grabbing your hips and pushing you deeper into the kitchen. You were out of sight of the living room by now, but he didn’t stop until you were at the farthest possible point, leaning against the door that led to the side porch. You yelped, not used to being manhandled quite like this.

Tyrone dropped another kiss to your lips, hands roaming under your shirt and fiddling with the swell of your breasts. You just wanted to point out once more than you were expecting to hang out with your best friend, so no bra was required.

Tyrone kissed your neck, warm lips pressed to your pulse point. You sighed, gripping the sleeves of his hoodie. He moved one hand lower, reaching under your shorts slowly and giving you enough time to stop him. You didn’t.

He slipped beneath your panties and he ran his fingers through your wet slit. He hummed in the back of his throat. He kissed his way up to your ear. “I just want a little taste. There’s no harm in that right?”

You tried to form words to tell him that there was harm. There so was. But then he planted the visual of him tasting you there. You leaned up on your tiptoes the further he explored your damp curls, dipping a long finger into you. You bit your lip to keep from moaning too loud. You were so damn afraid of getting caught that it was a weird mix of fear and arousal that kept you rooted to the spot.

You wanted to resist him. You wanted to be strong enough to move his hand and keep him wanting more. Instead, all you could do was enjoy his fingers playing with you. “Please? Just a little taste?” He asked.

He lifted your leg to give him better access and your head thunked against the door. He had the perfect mix of pressure and rhythm that it was driving you crazy. Making your knees wobble.

You sighed choppy, breathy sounds and nodded. One little taste wouldn’t hurt that much. He grinned, kissed your ear, and then removed his fingers. He licked them while he looked you in the eye and he moaned around his fingers.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the kitchen. You tried to tiptoe around a sleeping Camille but Tyrone stomped his way through the living room. Camille snored and jerked in her sleep but made no indication that she was close to waking.

Inside Tyrone’s room, you smelled a subtle weed scent. He closed the door behind you and turned on the light. It only turned on his ceiling fan, so he worked with muted lighting. He tossed off his hoodie and beanie, revealing a plain white shirt underneath. He took that off as well and he wore a white tank underneath.

Fuck, he was so hot. You watched as his arms moved and muscles bunched beneath his skin. He moved a blanket off of his bed and then grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the edge. Before you could sit, Tyrone pulled down the sides of your shorts and revealed your racy underwear. You had plans to wash today and these were all you had in the meantime.

Tyrone grinned. “I like these,” he said.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” you groaned. You covered your face, burning cheeks scalding your hands.

“Why not? Been checking you out for a while,” he said.

He ran his fingers along the gusset of your panties and you bit back a moan as his knuckles ran up against your pussy. “Liar,” you sighed.

He grabbed your hand from your face and pulled you forward so that you could cup him through his sweatpants. “This feel like I’m lyin’?”

Your eyes widened and you lightly shook your head. No, no it did not feel like he was lying. There was still that needling thought though. “Fuck boys aren��t usually picky ‘bout who they get with,” you said.

Tyrone chuckled and shook his head. He got to his knees and released your hand. He moved in between your legs, pushing them wider around his broad shoulders. He flipped his hand and started playing with your pussy in earnest.

“So fuckin’ wet,” he whispered. “You must not be that picky neither then.”

“Maybe I’m just horny,” you said.

Tyrone chuckled and bit your thigh. You whined, loving the bite of pain. “We gon’ see ‘bout that,” he said.

He moved your panties to the side and kept eye contact with you for as long as he could. You watched his tongue flick out and push past your pussy lips. You moaned, grabbing onto the back of his head.

“Mm, don’t you taste so good,” he whispered against your pussy. This was wrong. On so many levels. But you couldn’t resist as he continued to tease you, flattening his tongue against your clit but not moving it.

Your thighs twitched and tingled, needing him to move or do something besides be evil. You moved your hips, silently pleading with him to get a move on. You whined more, moving your hips. Tyrone chuckled, and sucked on your clit.

“Oh shit!” You said.

“Impatient ass,” he said.

He continued to tease, suckle, and please you until you were a whimpering, sopping mess. You’d definitely have to wash these panties immediately. They were soaked with your juices. While making out with your pussy, he pulled your panties in between your pussy lips and pulled. Your pussy lips were wedged on the outside of your panties and you leaned up in time to see a feral look cross Tyrone’s face.

In all of your fantasies, you never quite imagined him looking so enamored with your body. “Anybody tell you that you got a fat ass pussy?” He asked.

He licked your pussy through the fabric. All you felt was his hot tongue and your back bent off of the bed with a ragged moan. The edges of his tongue hit your lower lips and you cried out. You were ready to burst. You felt like your bones would melt.

He moved your panties once more and swirled his tongue in the mess you were making. You licked your lips and looked at him. He was focused on some type of demon time you weren’t privy to.

Right when you were feeling the beginnings of your orgasm, Tyrone pulled away. You huffed and got to your elbows to glare at him. He only grinned. “You said I could have a taste right?”

You coughed and sputtered as a hundred sentences tried to leave your mouth at once. “You better not leave me like this,” you said.

“If I did?” Tyrone asked. He tilted his head and looked at you, all hint of playfulness gone. He…wasn’t serious, was he? You stared at him and he stared at you. You were sure that if this were a meme, you’d be laughing your ass off but this was far from funny. You were unbearably wet and uncomfortable, and you needed relief now.

“I’ll finish myself off, then,” you said. Your hands moved to your pussy so that you could get yourself off. Not like you hadn’t had plenty of practice getting yourself there. Fuck him. Sex god, pft. What a joke. You finally got a chance to hop on community dick and all he was interested in was fucking with you.

This, you would take to your grave. You’d never fess up to this embarrassing shit. Your fingers barely grabbed your panties to move them when he grabbed your wrist painfully. You cried out and looked up at him.

“Don’t you ever try to get yourself off when I’m standing right here,” he said in a near growl, voice low and his lip curling in absolute disgust at the thought.

“But–”

“I asked you a question. I ain’t say you can play with yourself,” he said.

You gulped and sank back onto the bed. He released your wrist, tossing it away from him. It flopped onto the bed. You stared wild eyed at Tyrone, not understanding what the fuck was going on. Mark you down as scared and turned on.

He pulled roughly at your panties, tearing them down your legs with an excited rush. Your body twisted as you wiggled your thick legs out of them. Next went your shirt and his eyes widened seeing your titties.

He palmed them briefly, testing the weight between his hands and grinning. Then he tugged down his own sweats, freeing his dick. Shit. He was so big. Huge. He lowered his pants just enough to be able to move and then he was leaning forward, running his dick through your folds to get him nice and wet.

“Ty-”

“Shh, I’m gon’ fit, don’t worry,” he said.

You turned your head to the side, not able to stand him. “Look at me,” he said.

You shook your head. If you looked at him, you’d lose your damn mind. “Look at me,” he commanded, voice deeper.

You whined and looked at him. He ain’t even do nothing yet! You only hoped that it wasn’t so obvious that you’d been in love with him forever. That he couldn’t read it all over your face. Surely, you could have this one night. This one night to torture yourself with for the next fifty years as you tried to find a suitable replacement for him.

“I finally get in this pussy and I want you to see me do it,” he said.

You nodded. “I see you,” you whispered.

He placed one hand near your head to steady himself and then slowly pushed inside you. You cried out, back twisting, and he cooed at you. “You can take me,” he said. It was a matter of fact for him. Not up for debate. He said you can take him and so your body welcomed him eagerly.

He worked his tip in and you pushed against his chest. He was too much. “I ain’t even in yet, gorgeous,” he said.

“Too much…” you cried.

“No, it’s not,” he said. He slowly worked himself inside, pushing deeper and deeper until you were full of his dick. He adjusted himself before moving his hand to push down on your stomach.

Air whooshed out of you. You felt him from both sides. How did that feel so damn good? He worked his hips, giving you deep and long strokes that made you see the heavens and the earth.

“That’s right, open up this pussy for me,” he groaned.

He leaned down over you and suckled a nipple into his mouth. Your knees pressed against his waist, pushed back by the sheer size of him. You gasped and sighed in tandem with his strokes. It was like he was feeding you the air you needed and taking it away.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you moaned.

“Shh, we ain’t wanna wake Camille,” he said. He pulled on your nipple with his lips and you whined, slapping at his shoulders.

“That hurts!” You cried.

He only licked away the sting and did the same to your other nipple. “Shit, shit,” you said and slapped at his shoulders again. He licked all around your areola and sighed, fanning his warm breath across your wet nipple.

“Next time, I’ma tie yo ass up,” he said.

“Next time!” You squealed.

He thrusted and hit a sweet spot deep inside. You croaked, eyes rolling into the back of your head. It was like he hit a reset button. He hit it again and again until you were screaming and crying, twitching on his dick with the force of your orgasm.

“I’m stretching this pussy out, huh?” He asked.

Your mouth worked but you couldn’t make any kind of coherent word come out. You could only hiss and moan with every deep stroke. “Sh–, sh–.”

“Got this dick all up in yo stomach,” he said.

You jerked and twisted on your way down from an intense orgasm. Tyrone grinned. “Oue, give me another one.”

You hiccuped and shook your head. You couldn’t give him another one. You were only allowed one reset per day, right?

Tyrone grabbed your ankles and straightened your legs out. He stood up and placed your legs on his shoulders. He kissed your ankle, rubbing the arch in your foot. Your back arched and your mouth dropped open.

“Ohh, I hit a good spot,” he moaned. He increased his pace. At this angle, he felt bigger. He felt close. Like he truly was digging your stomach out. He adjusted his hips, pushing your thighs against your stomach.

Your hand flew to his arms, trying to push him away. “Why you trynna escape? Huh?”

“Too. Much,” you said.

“Aw, my dick too much?” He asked.

You looked at him and nodded. Yes, it was too much. You weren’t used to accommodating someone of his size.

“This dick too much? You sure? ‘Cause I feel pretty good fuckin’ you,” he said, continuing to pound into you. He was relentless, taking pleasure from your body any way he could get it.

Tyrone licked his thumb and rubbed circles around your clit. Your eyes rolled back, seeing the depth of the universe behind your lids as you came once more.

“There it is, don’t that feel so good? Ain’t you needed that?” Tyrone pulled your legs apart so that he could look at you more clearly. He rutted into you a few more times before he pulled out and fisted his dick, stroking furiously and cumming with the most beautiful, pained expression on his face.

The moan that escaped him was low, guttural. The hot splashes of his cum painted a pretty picture on your stomach. You looked down to stare at that particular artwork.

Tyrone dropped your legs around his hips and panted. He dug his phone out of his pocket and took a quick picture.

“What the fuck, Tyrone!” You yelled.

Tyrone grinned and put his phone away. “Don’t worry, I won’t show nobody,” he said. “Need something to get off to until I get in this pussy again.”

Your mind went blank trying to comprehend what the fuck he just said. He moved away and cleaned himself off with a red towel that was draped over his chair. He left the room and returned with a wash rag, cleaning his cum from your skin. You were still trying to compute that he wanted to do this again.

“We can’t do this again, Ty,” you said. You got up and found your shirt, pulling it over your head. You fished around his room for your panties. The floor was clean so where…?

Tyrone cleared his throat and held your panties and tiny shorts in his hand. He held it out to you and you reached to snatch it from him. He lifted it above you, way out of reach, and leaned down.

“Give me a kiss before you escape,” he said.

“Ty, no! Give me my panties!” You wanted to shout, but you were ever cautious about waking Camille. Oh god. You weren’t exactly quiet here. Did she hear? Was she outside his door fuming?

Tyrone turned his cheek towards you and waited. You rolled your eyes and pecked him on the cheek. “Now the other side,” he said. He turned his other cheek towards you. A laugh escaped you and you huffed with the effort of trying to pull his arm down. He wouldn’t budge. So you sighed and kissed his other cheek.

He slowly brought your clothes back down. You looked up so he was able to swoop in and steal a kiss. He grinned as he pulled back. “Don’t be a stranger,” he said.

You snatched your clothes and hurriedly put them on while Tyrone stared at you. He was so annoying! And you just had sex with him. Amazing, mind-blowing sex but still.

Dressed, you pushed away from a laughing Tyrone and back into the living room. You sat on the couch and accidentally bumped into Camille. She yawned and stretched out on the couch. “Damn, how long we been asleep?”

“I don’t know. I think Netflix was watching us for a minute,” you said. You chewed on your nail. You were so sure that she’d read it all over you.

“You cool to stay over like always. I’m taking my ass to my bed,” she said. She yawned again and got up from the couch, tapping your shoulder and headed towards her room. You stared at the light under Tyrone’s door and let your mind wander.

Ultimately, you followed Camille to crash in her bed like old times.

Lordy! Yes, I said 19! You can find them all here! The Secret Tyrone Files

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