#maybe he wants to shove you against the wall and bury his face between your thighs

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @subeddieweek, day five.

Today Is Not Tomorrow

Prompt: Omegaverse/Posessive | Word Count: 2043 | Rating: E | CW: Role Playing Hints of DubCon | Tags: Long-Term Relationship, Older Steddie, Role Playing in Public, Omegaverse, Heat, Teasing, Alpha Steve, Omega Eddie, A Look at Aging, Light Hurt/Comfort, Lasting Love

Eddie sits on the barstool, and he's not wearing blockers of any kind tonight. An act of defiance. He's throwing his scent all over the place, right as he's rushing headlong into his heat, and he knows it's sweet as fuck. Cloying. He knows how he smells, even if it's hard to smell something you're around everyday. He's nearly noseblind to it after all these years, but he's not totally unaware of his own scent. 

And neither are the alphas in the bar, apparently, because they're circling like sharks smelling fresh blood in the water. No, that's just a little bit of slick and pheromones. Everybody's got 'em, what's the big fucking deal? Honestly.

Tonight, here in this bar, he's been touched, brushed against, and groped half a dozen times already. Is he asking for it, being here as his heat is ramping up? Maybe. But he still says no to each of them. And some take no for an answer. Some others growl at him, at each other.

Eddie is tired of this. He's just trying to have a beer, but he's surrounded by alpha bullshit this, alpha bullshit that. He's truly, and well over it by his age. He's not a young omega, hasn't been for a long fucking time, and he's definitely not in need of a savior, never has been. They're all knotheads, and while that sounds great, in theory, he remembers being young. Remembers how it was never what he actually wanted, once he got them between his thighs. Not really. He could never trust them enough to enjoy the act of submission that he's always longed for, so he learned to do without. He'd take care of himself on his own, before he'd drag home some random asshole alpha.

He wants to get held down and fucked, but not by any of these dickheads. He'll wind up bitten and bred, and no fucking thanks.

Not for the first time, he thinks if he were an alpha instead of an omega, he'd never have to put up with this.

He doesn't give a fuck, he can handle himself, he thinks, just a second before he's scruffed by the back of the neck, and he tenses just for a moment, before he goes limp in the alpha's grasp. Submitting, instantly.

Fucking godammit. He kind of hates himself for it. Maybe he can't handle it all on his own.

"You're coming home with me," the alpha commands, and Eddie's whole body melts into the alpha's voice, hand. It shouldn't work on him, it wouldn't, not usually, but it has in this instance. Jesus H. Christ.

Then he's tugged off his barstool, the alpha throwing a handful of bills on the bar, as he leads Eddie off, like he's a pup that needs to be manhandled into submission.

Maybe he's exactly that. 

Maybe he wants to be.

Eddie tries to get a whiff of this alpha, to see if he even likes the smell of him, but the bar is full of alphas, and they're all mixed together in an overwhelming stench.

"What makes you think you're so goddamn special?" Eddie asks, and the alpha tightens his grip on Eddie's neck, not allowing him to move, let alone run. Not that it would matter if he did try to flee, he'd be chased, he knows he would, and easily caught, he's certain.

This alpha is bigger, stronger, and adamant. Eddie can't win against any of those things.

The alpha pushes him up against the alleyway wall, face-first, shoving his knee between Eddie's legs. Pressing upwards.

"You soaking wet for me?" he asks, close to Eddie's ear.

"I think you know the answer to that, unless your nose is busted," Eddie answers, laying his head against the filthy bricks. The knee is pressed harder, higher, and Eddie's body betrays him, releasing more slick, getting ready. Sending out a blatant invitation. 

His biology, overtaking his brain.

Then the alpha spins him around, and sinks to his knees, burying his face right in Eddie's crotch, sucking in a deep breath. 

It's the filthiest thing Eddie's ever experienced, and now he's even wetter than before. Throbbing with need. Want. 

"It's not broken," the alpha says, and presses his face right up against him, even harder. Breathing deep and greedy.

"Do I even get a name, if you're gonna shove your nose in my crotch like a bad dog?" Eddie asks, reaching down and running his fingers through thick hair, pulling, just a little. 

The alpha looks up, with big, expressive eyes. 

"Alpha," he says, and Eddie glowers down at him. 

"Yeah, no," Eddie snaps. "Not happening. You're not my alpha. And even if you were, I'm not into that bullshit."

He gets growled at for his trouble, and Eddie growls back. It doesn't have the bark, and definitely none of the bite, and the alpha throws his head back and laughs.

"That's cute," he finally says, and Eddie seethes. 

"You're going home with me. And I'm gonna take what you desperately want me to have." 

Eddie can't even argue, he's floating away at the idea. His heat finally hitting in full force, making its feelings on the situation known. 

The betrayal of his own goddamn body. 

He's suddenly flushed, and so fucking hot, burning up, and he needs to be out of these clothes, so he nods, and the alpha smiles, caressing his hips, before rising back up onto his feet.

"Take me home," Eddie says, and the alpha does just that.

Eddie is writhing under the alpha, flushed with desire, rolling along with his heat. Feeling drunk on it. Needing the release. Crazy with want, panting, begging, needing. Needing more. Needing everything.

Relishing the feel of the alpha's big hands pressing his wrists to the bed, holding him down, taking. And Eddie gives. Gives this alpha everything he has. All the control, all the power.

He closes his eyes and just feels. Feels his own body, feels the alpha's cock sliding in and out, feels the knot that's forming, threatening to catch and lock them together, at any minute.

And it does.

The knot catches, and the teeth sink in, biting him hard, and Eddie comes. Clenches down on the knot he's now locked to, and comes all over his own belly at the feeling of the teeth in his neck. When the alpha finally lets go, Eddie puts his hand to his neck, pressing against the wound.

"You just go around biting everyone you meet in a bar?" Eddie snaps, but he smiles.

"Only when they belong to me," Steve says, and Eddie laughs. 

"You think I'm your property?" Eddie asks, raising his eyebrow, a question. A challenge.

"Oh no, I'm not that stupid. I'm not new here," Steve says, nuzzling his face against Eddie's neck. Licking at the wound.

And it makes Eddie smile. Because he does belong to Steve. Has, for a very long time. And Steve belongs to him, too. Steve's definitely not new here, so he's definitely not gonna let Steve get by with just saying that. It's just not how things work in their house. 

Eddie will submit, wants to, loves to, but he damn well doesn't want that commented upon like it's a goddamn given. It's his choice to make, always has been.

Even as his body makes demands.

And now that his body has finally given in, gotten what it wanted, the foggy feeling has been snatched away. Too fast. Too abrupt. It never used to be this way. 

Before, he could ride the wave of his heat for hours, for days, lost. Adrift. Steve taking care of him, such good care, being inside him, day and night. Holding him down, fucking him, loving him, and keeping his omega desires beyond sated.

Because he trusts Steve. His husband. His mate. His alpha.

His body would be filled, and loved, and fucking worshipped. And he could float off into space, indefinitely, while it was happening.

And now his body is betraying him. 

These days, after he comes one fucking time, it's like the dial on his heat is turned from eleven down to zero. From blaring heavy metal, to complete radio silence in an instance. No pleasant buzzing in his brain to be found anywhere, only the ringing in his ears, left behind with the sudden absence of it. Like he'd hadn't been lost in his heat, just minutes ago. 

It sucks.

It'll start buzzing again later, slowly picking up for round two, probably, hopefully, but the harsh change right now threatens to drag him low. 

He misses what once was.

He clutches at Steve's back. 

"Watching all those alphas approaching you, thinking they had a chance," Steve says, giving the barest roll of his hips, all he can manage while they're locked together in this way. It probably hurts Steve, but he does it anyway, and Eddie moans at the tugging sensation at his opening.

It brings him back to Steve. 

He's so full. So taken care of. So loved. 

And has been for years, decades. 

"You got jealous?" Eddie asks. 

"Always," Steve says, "they don't get to touch you. Scent you. That's mine. You're all mine."

And Steve's cock must agree, because it gives another spurt, filling Eddie even further with come. 

"Easy there, hot shot, you're old. You'll dehydrate yourself," Eddie says, and Steve laughs. 

But then Eddie tells him, voice serious, "I'm all yours." 

And Steve growls, low in his chest, possessive. 

"You better not be growling at me, sweetheart," Eddie teases, and Steve rolls it over into a purr, smiling. "That's better."

He'll submit to Steve in bed any day of the week, wants to, and feels fucking amazing when he does. But he's still Eddie, and that will never change. He's an omega, but he's his own goddamn man, out of this bed.

Luckily, Steve seems to love that about him. Has always loved that about him. 

Eddie thought he was a bad omega in his youth, and was sure he didn't give a fuck about any of it. Then, along came Steve.

He's not a bad omega, because he's Steve's perfect one. He's been told that enough, to believe it to be true.

Steve's knot eventually goes down, and then he slides out of Eddie. He's immediately down between Eddie's legs, fussing, "You okay?"

Eddie's okay, he's just getting old, and he can't take what he could at twenty or even thirty or forty. He's sure his days of getting heats are coming to an end any day now, as sporadic as they are anymore, and in some respects, he feels like, good fucking riddance.

In others, he'll miss it. Miss what it is, what it might mean, for them as a pair.

Steve's ruts still come like clockwork, and biology isn't fair.

Eddie worries that he might not even get to submit to Steve if there's no heady undercurrent telling him to, guiding him.

He worries he won't be as attractive, as alluring to Steve, once he's no longer throwing down the major pheromones. 

"Where'd you go?" Steve asks, taking a break from running his tongue all around Eddie's opening, cleaning him up. Soothing any hurts. 

"Worrying that maybe this was the last time," Eddie whispers, and squeezes his eyes shut. 

"Honey," Steve says, crawling up Eddie's body, laying on top of him, heavy and protective. Giving him the feeling of security that comes in no other way, can't.

"I'm good," he tells Steve, then smiles into Steve's neck, "You're a good alpha." 

And Steve purrs at the praise, at the love, and it rattles against Eddie's chest, soothing him. Making all his worries slip away. Eddie knows that's what Steve gets off on the most. Their love, their bond. 

And that's going nowhere. Heat, no heat. 

Nothing can change their love, their connection, and Eddie melts into the sheets, and just relaxes under Steve's body. 

"Do you want me to stay on top of you?" Steve asks, and Eddie does.

"Please," Eddie answers. Wrapping his arms around Steve's middle, squeezing him tight.

Today is not tomorrow, and it's not yesterday either, and submitting to that fact means he's just gonna stay right here. In the present. 

With Steve.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @subeddieweek and follow along with the fun! 🖤

Notes: This was my first foray into writing omegaverse, ever. I enjoyed the new challenge, but it quickly turned into a bit of a character study on aging without my permission, lol. I don't even know if the menopause equivalent has a counterpart in omegaverse lore. Welp, it does here, I guess.

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[hispg]

Just the tip

Pairings: R4! Leon X Fem! Reader

Summary: You asked him for just the tip, and that's exactly what he's going to give to you.

Wc: 2.4k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, soft! Dom Leon, pet names, dirty talk, multiple orgasms.

An: I found this draft sitting here, so yeah, I'm posting it XD. My finals are next week, so I can't wait to be free and write more😭😭

"Just the tip, you say?" Leon asked quietly, not stopping shoving his fingers into your cunt for a second.

You were so wet, you'd even lost count of how many times he'd made you come that night. All he could hear from you were babbles that made no sense at all, or the whimpers you let out every time he viciously pulled your clit up.

"Mhm-mhm..." You murmured at his question, nodding.

You were so hot, so turned on. Your mind went wild with every touch, you felt like rolling your eyes every time he hit that weak spot of yours so easily.

All he did was frown at your response, using his free hand to lift your chin and make you look at him.

As always, he had that sideways smile on his face, that dirty look that never failed to make you wetter.

"Use your words, pretty thing." He purrs, taking the opportunity to give you a quick peck on the lips.

"Y-yes. Just the tip." You whisper embarrassedly, biting your lips to keep your moans from getting even louder.

You were without a condom, completely unprepared for this situation, not least because you didn't imagine the night would end like this.

So maybe if he fucked you with just the tip, there wouldn't be much of a problem, right?

The next thing you heard was a low chuckle, and he buried his fingers in you once again, making you see stars with the spots he was hitting. Or how deep he could reach, which you couldn't even dream of doing on your own.

He did everything calculated, moving in and out, letting your juices make a mess with every thrust of his fingers, the wet, dirty noise mixing with the heavy breathing coming out of you, which by the way were the only sounds present in that room.

"So sweet for me, mhmm... So beautiful." Another one of Leon's whispers in your ear, which made your walls unconsciously tighten around his fingers, your eyes rolling in their sockets just from hearing the little praise.

You knew you were going to fall apart in his fingers once again, but what could you do? His lips glued to your neck, his teeth lightly nibbling at your skin. By then you knew you'd be full of love bites the next day, you bet.

And as if he simply wanted to finish you off at that moment, he lay down a little behind you, spooning you. Your ass hitting his prominent erection, the warmth of his body mixing with yours.

A sign almost enough to make you go over the edge, however, those weren't Leon's plans now.

That's because he withdrew his fingers from you, making a point of using one of his hands to pull your ass against his crotch, shamelessly pressing his erection into you.

The dirty whimper that comes out of your mouth is more than enough to make him grunt in your ear, this time starting to use his free hand to grab your breasts, grasping and squeezing them.

"Sweetie, are you going to cum again?" He was just teasing you, you could tell by the way he was humping your ass.

His hips moved non-stop, and he did it just to see your eyes roll back, your lips parted as you moaned his name again and again.

"A-ah... mhmm— Please." You begged, rubbing your clit against his knee, which was already between your legs.

He could say what you wanted, but maybe he could play with you a little longer. You could feel his muscles flexing behind you.

Or the way the veins on his arm were so prominent as he flicked your nipples between his fingers, making a point of pulling and pinching your nipples gently, yet firmly enough for you to shudder underneath him.

At the same moment your nails sank into his forearm, so deep that you could already see the red marks forming on his skin, marks he wouldn't mind covering.

Your voice becomes even more whimpery when you hear the sound of him undoing his belt, the skillful hand that never took long to remove his clothes, and yours too.

Then you hear him taking off his pants and underwear, causing his cock to simply stick out.

And it was so hard, flushed and swollen, as well as the delicious trail of pre-cum dripping from the tip of it.

Soon his cock was in your pussy lips, getting dirty with your fluids, as he moved back and forth, humping against you like a dog in heat.

You were just whimpering at this point, clutching your pillow as Leon pounded you from behind, and he occasionally rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit, making you go to heaven and hell at the same time. His pre-cum leaving a sticky line on your clit, basically almost gluing the two of you together.

"You're so fucking hot, don't tell me you're going to cum with just that." And there you went, as if that was all you needed to hear to cream on his cock.

Fresh cream coating his entire length, making him growl in your ear once again. His fingers gripped your hips tightly, leaving his mark there, you could already feel it.

"Good girl." He compliments you, giving your ass a playful smack, slowing down his movements, letting it be something more gentle and soft, which wasn't unusual coming from him.

However, that night he wanted to make an exception to the rule, he was going to give you what you asked for, and you asked for the tip.

And have no doubt, because that's exactly what he's going to give you.

He turned your body a little, lowering your hips so that he could put one of his legs on top of you, basically mounting you, you could feel his chest on your back.

"I want to see you cum again, yeah? Can you do that for me?" Even though he knew the answer to that question, he wanted to hear your sweet, sly voice telling him that you could do whatever he wanted.

He didn't waste much time pushing into you, but just his girth, just a little. But it was enough to stretch you, to make your walls wrap around his shaft, which, by the way, was already satisfying you so much.

You moaned, arching your hips towards him, feeling his body on yours even more.

"Mhm- Leon..." You called softly, looking up at him slyly, only to see him smile once again.

He was enjoying this as much as you were.

"Fuck, you're so tight. I haven't even put half of it in." A grunt in your ear, he wasn't angry, quite the opposite.

The fact that your pussy was so tight for him was simply a blessing in his eyes. How did you manage to fit him so well? The only plausible answer was that you were made for him.

Soon he began to pound into you, shallowly and slowly, but you couldn't help but hear the erotic moans coming from his lips, or the way the wet noises of him fucking your cunt filled your ears.

It was so filthy, so impure, if he was being honest, nothing compared to fucking you without a condom, it was fucking good.

You weren't helping him either, honestly. You were so wet, moaning and shaking under his body, what could he do?

Your hips moved up and down with each light thrust, each time his girth moved in and out of you.

You could tell how much he was controlling himself, or how much he wanted to lift your ass up, bury your face in the pillow and fuck you from behind.

God, he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to.

But fucking you like that, just with the tip, was just as good.

"Good? Mh?" He purrs, moving his lips down to meet your ears, licking and nibbling at the spot.

You just nod eagerly, biting your lip and looking at him with those sly eyes of yours, asking for the dirtiest things with just that innocent look.

"Look at you," He continues, his thumb finding your clit and then starting to make little circles. The firmness is more than enough to make you shiver and let out a loud squeal.

"Begging me to fuck you? Begging just like the needy little thing you are." He grunted loudly, thrusting deeper now, you could feel him in almost all at once.

All you did was whimper, clutching your pillow as he rammed into you relentlessly, and there was just a little bit left before he forgot to put in just the tip and started fucking you for real.

What could he do? You were pulling him in, your velvety walls inviting and nestling him so well, how could he say no?

"Leon—" You gasped, looking at him with glassy eyes, a sign that you were almost there once again.

Your hips bucking against his, without you even realizing it. Just as you didn't realize that you'd already creamed all over his cock, leaving no spot clean.

How dirty of you.

All he did was hold you down to prevent you from moving too much, he swears to God he couldn't hold his load if you kept squirming more than you already were.

And then you whimpered loudly, in an incredibly high-pitched way. And there you were again, wetting the sheets for who knows how many times.

White cream dripping off you, getting all over your thighs and Leon's cock in the process. He couldn't help himself, throwing his head back and grunting a loud 'fuck', eyes wide as he watched you cum for him.

And that, that was all it took for him to lose control.

"I'm going to give you what you want, sweetheart." Words that sounded so sweet, completely different from the action he was about to take.

Soon he was turning you over in bed, making you lie on your stomach, your face buried in the pillow as he lifted your hips, holding on tightly to your sides.

The image was so dirty, so impure. He could cum just looking at you.

Unkempt, messy, trembling and whimpering beneath him. Your needy little hole leaking all your fluids, making you even wetter, and that was so tempting.

"I'm going to fuck you the way you want, isn't that what you want, mh?" He asked softly, taking advantage of the moment to spread your ass cheeks with his broad palms, holding on with a firmness that made you almost go crazy.

In one swift movement he pressed into you, without any effort he was completely buried in you, cock buried so deep that you could feel every inch of it, every vein pulsing. Each and every centimeter.

The stretching he did on you that every time you couldn't help but roll your eyes and bite your lip to prevent a moan slipping out.

Once again he let his head fall back, his blond strands sticking to his forehead, his lips open wide, leaving room for the dirtiest, most erotic grunts to escape.

He was so comfortable, so nestled into you. And it only got better when he started slamming into you, hard and deep, you could feel his heavy balls slapping against you.

You were so wet, your cunt so wet and tight that he could hardly contain himself, you were simply juicing his cock with every sharp thrust he gave you, to the point where there was a white ring at the base of his cock.

His fingers sinking into your flesh, gripping your sides so tightly that you could feel the marks that would be left there. All you could do was clutch the covers with your trembling hands, muffling your sounds in your pillow.

It was so good, the feeling of fucking you raw like that was irresistible, feeling your pussy tightening and clenching around him, your warmth and the way you were so tight.

Or even your trembling moans, the way his name came out of your lips in such a sly, sloppy way, just to match the mess you were in.

And as soon as he started pounding into you even harder, he couldn't help himself, your body arching, your toes curling and the words disappearing from your mouth. You clenched tightly around him, all your fluids gushing out at once.

That was it, it was over for him right there, just watching you milk his cock right then was all he needed to come inside you.

"Fuck-fuck," was the loud grunt he let out, closing his eyes at the erotic image in front of him. One he wouldn't soon forget.

He didn't have time to pull out of you, your hot, tight pussy wouldn't let him go anywhere.

So that was it, he couldn't stop his hips before his cum spurted into you, he just gave up on anything else when he felt his hot liquid filling you.

Hot white cum leaking out of your dripping hole, your juices mixing with his. The curses coming out of his mouth as he watched the situation were nothing like the scene that was right in front of him.

That was the first time he came inside, but he can bet it won't be the last.

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[mariahcarreyyy]

love ur writing, so deserved!!! ‘shush, we can’t have anyone hearing this,’ + max or oscar… maybe with some overstim?

# prompt no.9, "shush, we can't have anyone hearing this." nsfw 18+ content under beware ⬇️⬇️

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The tricky thing with traveling to Australia with your boyfriend to meet his family for two weeks is not having neither the privacy nor time to fuck for two weeks. To shed off each other's clothes, kiss lovingly while Osc pounds into you, heaving breaths flowing out of his mouth when your pussy clenches around his dick like he'd ever fucking pull out now.

So, prior to entering the thick atmosphere of the plane, you and Oscar had devised a plan: you could go down on each other, but actual sex, even quickies, would probably wake up the entire Piastri house and therefore not be allowed. And both of you followed it.

For an impressive total of three days.

To be fair, what were you supposed to do when he sauntered out of the back door in those swim shorts, thigh muscles spilling out and all? Not promptly fly out of the lounge chair by the pool, clasp a tight hand around his pale forearm, and shove him inside the vacant kitchen?

"Y/n, what are you doi—oh," Oscar breathes out as your fingers curl around the hem of his shorts, tugging them down with one swift motion and housing your bottom lip between your teeth when your hand barely covers the base of his half-hard dick. "Oh, fuck, baby, turn 'round f'me, can't be the only one naked, hm? Lemme see you."

Hips swerving, you bend down to rest your forearms on the cool surface of the kitchen counters. Oscar's hand is heavy, cupping the swell of your ass, spreading the cheeks apart, and squeezing the soft flesh; the anticipation thrums loudly in your veins and sends the arousal in your stomach to stir.

You whimper when he pushes your bikini to the side, cupping your drenched pussy, and you can't help yourself when your hips desperately hump against his digits and moan loudly. "Osc, please—fuck, just."

"Shush," Oscar leans, his heated back flush against yours as he mumurs. "Can't have anyone hearing us, can we?"

A pout graces itself on your face; you crane your neck to look at your boyfriend's family, all outside, laughing and chatting livelyly through the large opening on the kitchen wall. Not quite large enough to show what Osc was doing to you, but to allow the obscene sounds to flow through it and into his relatives ears.

He shoves his fingers inside your hot walls, unphased, when your loud yelp catches the attention of one of his aunts, who merely furrows her brow and turns back to her company. "Can. We?" he grits out, each word punctuated with a sharp thrust.

"N-no, no—fuckfuckfuckk, Osc," you cry, burying your head in your hands to unsuccessfully muffle your moans, far too loud for your liking, but the curl of Oscar's lips trailing down your neck tells you he feels otherwise.

"Hm," he says, placing a sweet kiss on your shoulder and trailing his hand up to your lips, nudging two fingers against the soft flesh and grinding his dick against your ass. "But y'can't even do that. D'you want m'cock or not?"

You splutter when he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, just enough for you to reply. "Yes, yesyesyes, 'do I do, miss y'cock so bad, Osc, fuck," you grind back against his fingers and squirm when the coil in your stomach is so close to bursting.

Oscar sucked in a breath when your desperate movements had you consequently humping his dick. Had you two really been foolish enough to believe you could resist each other for two weeks?

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[buckys-wintersoldier]

Never say “no” to your husband | Steve Rogers

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Dark!Mob!Husband!Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> You say “no” when Steve wants you to warm his cock in front of his men.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 557

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> 18+, Minors DNI Smut, dark!Steve, mention of fingering, unprotected p in v, rough sex

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 -> 🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about: Dark!Steve Rogers + covering your mouth @stargazingfangirl18

𝐀/𝐍 -> Thank you for sending that Drabble idea. It was funny.

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“Come on. Don’t be like that, honey.”

Steve groans and grasps your hand, stopping you from leaving the room while he turns you around. Your front crashes almost painfully against the hard wall in front of you. You hiss softly, and Steve pushes himself against you, holding you tight between the wall and his body. You can feel his tensing muscles against your back and the way his fingers dig into your skin.

“Stevie, pl-,” you whimper, but you get interrupted by his forward thrusting hips.

Steve's hand snaps to your face, covering your mouth before you can complain or beg even more. He knows that you would try to convince him to let go of you, but he won’t. He is desperate, and he wants you, your tight pussy. He owns his reward; he is the most popular mob boss, so he deserves to be treated like that. He thrusts his hips another time forward, his growing bulge pressing against your ass, and you whine against his hand.

“Told you to be good. Wanted to bury my dick inside of you earlier, but you made a scene. There were just a few of my men. You're a bad girl. You little slut, now I’m gonna fuck you,” he mumbles into your ear before he kisses down your neck.

Steve’s hand, which isn’t covering your mouth, removes your pants, freeing his cock. He moans loudly when he runs his thumb over the tip of his hard cock, smearing the pre-cum all over his dick, and gives himself a few strokes. Your husband loves to have you like that, begging for him to stop, maybe for his cock - depends on his mood. But now he just wants to fuck the attitude out of you, the way you said “no” to him when he told you to warm his dick. You didn’t want to, since he had a meeting with his men. Steve didn’t like to hear a no when it came to things he asked for. Not to mention that he always gets what he wants, as does his sweet little wife, who has to give him whatever he wants.

Steve’s hand lets go of his dick, sliding around your body until he reaches your pussy, moving them through your already wet folds. Steve chuckles, knowing your body exactly and how to touch you to make you drip like that. He rubs your clit, adding more pressure while he listens to the soft, muffled moans that leave your lips.

“Like that, don’t you? Such a pretty little slut for me.”

Before you can protest in any way, he shoves his dick inside of you. Your walls are stretching painfully, but your arousal makes it easy for him to slide balls deep inside of your tight pussy. Steve can’t get enough of it. Can’t get enough of you and your pretty little pussy.

“Don’t try to wiggle out of my grip. We both know you love that, love being fucked like that by your husband,” he groans, starting to thurst in a brutal pace inside of you.

His hand covers your mouth, your screams and moans muffled by it, while his dick stretches you like no one else could. And as much as you hate to admit it, he is able to fuck you whenever and wherever you want.

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[st4rrth0ughts]

There's not enough sub!Sampo out there thank you for writing it <3 I just want to put him in a mating press and breed him. Maybe be his sugar daddy and make him wear slutty outfits. He's a whore (affectionatly)

a/n :aghsshsk anon you read my mind holy shit (+ tw, sampo being a little shit) [edit, sorry for the long ass wait, anon, i lost motivation T-T

Sampo being fucked silly by sugar daddy reader. 💎💚

Its a match made in heaven, whether the unspoken feelings between you two went unsaid or not. You wanted company, and had too much money for yourself to spend alone. Sampo was more than willing to be the one for you to dote on. Its pretty nice, coffee dates, spoling your purple haired sweetheart, you could say that the cunning man knew the effect he had on you. But sometimes, he steps out of line, flirting with other people, even he needs some punishment.

You knew Sampo was probably doing this just to get on your nerves. Its no secret that he's always turned on by you manhandling him in the bedroom like he was a toy. Perhaps the last straw for you was when he sent you photos while you were at work, with your pretty sugar baby in a outfit that made your cock bulge embarrassingly large in your pants. He was making a lewd face at the camera, a vibrator shoved into his pussy with the caption, wish it was you inside me, sweetheart <33. When you get home, he's protesting as you drag and lock him in the bedroom, but the glint in his eyes tell you that he knew damn well this would happen.

Fuck him in that outfit he was wearing earlier, tears pricking his eyes as you stuff the vibrator into his cunt, turning it at max speed while he whimpers and begs you to have mercy on him, saying he'll be your good boy. Well, too late for that, you think as he throws his head back, squirting hard around the toy, as you gently coo and let it continue to overstimulate him, fingers finding their way to trace over his nub, making him arch against the bed like a cat in heat. His eyes are wide open as he throws his head back, his arms restrained by the handcuffs bounding him to the bed post.

Reaching down and burying your face into his cunt, your tongue plunging into his cushy walls, making him squeal and pull agaisnt his restraints so hard its bruising his wrists. Despite all that, he's still being a good boy and keeping his legs open for you to ravish him, and your all too happy to oblige. Stuffing another finger into his pussy as you find spots so deep in him the thief is seeing stars as he bucks his hips into the air. He lets out a pretty wail when you shove your length into him at one go, his stomach bulging from the sheer size of you, which is something he'll never get used to.

Fondle his tits as your cock pounds into him from behind as he arches his back harshly, he’ll claw at the sheets, your back, your arms, but it’s futile as your hands maintain their grip on his waist, your mouth and soft lips roaming over his neck. His cunt is dripping while his head lolls back, dazed eyes looking back at you. lifting him up from the bed as your hands hold him, his legs dangling over the ground limply as your cock hits all the right spots deep in him, his cum leaking around you and forming a small pool on the carpet, his hands trying to claw at your arms as he whines out for you to stop, only to cry softly when you actually do show signs of slowing down, stuffing two fingers down his throat to muffle him as he’s left midair being fucked silly by you.

Getting him into a mating press while he panics slightly at how deep you push into him, your cock fits so much nicer like this, and he shrieks when you start to fuck his cervix. His hands held above him in a firm grasp as he tries to struggle away from you, begging for a break as your length splits him open again, loud wails and sobs filling the room as his knees are folded to his chest, aeons, he can feel you fucking his cervix so harshly that the bed is creaking from your movements. he comes undone with a sharp moan, his body laying limp against the pillow, but oh dear, your not done with him. Your sure he can handle just a few more rounds for his daddy, cant he?

#✦honkai star rail! #✪fics! #✪anon! #dom male reader #dom reader #sub honkai star rail #sub hsr #dom gn reader #sub character #honkai star rail smut #hsr smut #sub sampo #sampo smut #sampo x reader #sampo koski #hsr sampo #raah so sorry it took so long anon

[miniwheat77]

Tipsy. (Captain Price x Reader.)

!CW! NSFW Smut, unprotected p in v sex, public sex, Price is being rough ;), alcohol, this is really short. Been sitting in my drafts for some time (sorry if I missed any.)

“I’m thinking we all go out. As a celebration.” Soap smiles.

“Oh please, you’re just looking for a reason to get your hands on some tequila.” John mumbles.

“Whaaaat? I would never.” He pretends to look offended. He shakes his head. “Alright fine. For just an hour though, nothing crazy.” John mumbles. Once they’ve arrived back at base they gather everyone up and they’re walking down the streets to get to the small club. It was nice being here, nobody knew who they were when they were dressed normally. It was peaceful. An hour later, you’re nowhere to be found.

“Is she still out on the dance floor?” Captain Price looks at his watch. “Yeah probably. You’ll have to drag her away Captain.” He rolls his eyes. “Christ in heaven, I didn’t sign up for this.” He grumbles, standing up from his spot at the bar.

They know exactly how you get when you drink, so sending their Captain out to get you is going to be funny. Your Captain hadn’t seen it yet. He was always so uptight, never wanted to go out. They knew you can be pretty persuasive, maybe it’d help him lighten up.

He’s shoving through the crowd to get to you and when he runs into you, you’ve got a grin on your face, grasping his hand and pulling him into you. He laughs awkwardly, you’re very pushy. “Uh.. it’s time to head back now.” He mumbles, you’re dancing in front of him. “Nooo. Come on. We just got here.” You grasp his hand, spinning around.

His eyes widen as you back your hips into him, moving with the beat of the song.

The rest of the task force is witnessing it, Soap is trying not to laugh. “He’s gonna kill us for sending him out there.”

“Oh absolutely, but it’s good for the old man.”

They can see how rigid he’s gone when you back your hips up into him. They can’t help but laugh.

“Y-Y/N. Stop.” He spins you around, you pull him into you. “Oh come on Captain. Live a little.” You smile. He swallows hard at how forward you’re being. You’re drunk. He’s drunk too, had a little more bourbon than he should’ve. He can feel himself getting hard in his jeans, something he hadn’t felt in ages. He growls when you back up into him again. “Y/N..” he grits his teeth, face near your neck.

“So. How many push ups do you think he’s going to make us do?” Gaz asks.

“Good question. I bet we’re up early for extra drills.” Soap laughs. Taking another drink of his Tequila.

You let out a gasp, tilting your head back to rest on his chest, feeling him hardening against your ass. “Captain..” you smile. Grinding back into him. “You’re in a lot of trouble for this.” He breathes, rocking his hips into yours. By now, the crowd around you has you buried between them and nobody is focused on the way you’re rocking into him. He grasps a handful of your hair, tilting your head back. His breath is hot against your ear. “Bathroom. Now.” He growls. You bite your lip, watching him disappear into the crowd of people. You can feel yourself sobering up, nervous as you make your way for the bathroom.

“She’s gonna keep him out there a while, I say we check out this pool table.” Soap nods. They all agree, standing up and making their way over to it.

You push open the door seeing your Captain standing in front of the sink. Luckily it was a small one person bathroom. He makes his way over to you, locking the door and pushing you up against it. “You’re a bad fucking girl, making a fool of me like that.” He growls. You look up at him, eyes wide and you appear intimidated until a smile creeps onto your lips. “I can make it up to you Captain.” You breath. “Oh you will baby.” He growls. He spins you around, pushing your face into the wall and forcing you to arch your back. Pushing your dress up over your hips. He pulls your panties to the side, rubbing his fingers over your bare pussy.

“Fucking soaked.. such a fucking slut.” He breathes. He unzips his cargo pants, tugging them down far enough to expose his aching cock. His tip is blushing red and leaking precum from being teased for so long. He spits in his hand rubbing it over the entrance of your pussy, feeling you mewl into him. He rubs his cock back and fourth over you until you’re whining.

When you don’t expect it, he’s thrusting into you. A gasp leaves your lips and your hands are resting against the wall, wishing you could hang onto something as he starts his aching hard thrusts into your pussy. Gripping your hair hard and pulling you back to kiss him, resting his hand on your throat as he fucks into you. “Such a bad fucking girl. You like teasing me? Hm?”

“Yes- yes Captain!” You moan. “Mhm. I bet you do.”

“W-wanted you so bad.” You cry. Choking on sobs and cries as they leave your throat. “Yeah. I guess you got what you wanted hm.” He smiles. He wraps his hands around your waist, fucking into you and holding you tight. He hisses as you clench down on him, only now realizing just how long it’s been, how good you feel on him. “Fuck- gotta be quick before we get caught.” He breathes.

He pulls you back into him more, moving his fingers down between your legs and rubbing fast circles into your clit, you know you won’t last long. “Oh fuck- I’m gonna cum!” You whine, tilting your head back as he tugs on your hair once more. “Cum on my cock baby, yeah that’s it.” He growls. He’s right on the edge of his own orgasm, ready to let you have every bit of it. You pull away from him, and he growls. “What are you-“ you turn around to face him. “Wanna see you.” You breathe. He laughs, shaking his head. He grasps your thighs, lifting you up and pinning you to the wall behind you, a gasp leaving your lips at him manhandling you. His cock is slick with your orgasm still, making it easy for him to slide back into you. Hearing you moan. He pins your legs up, pressing his forehead to yours and thrusting into you, fast and hard. He’s reaching deeper places than before, growling as you start to claw at him.

You wrap your arms around his neck, holding onto him tight as he cries out. “M’gonna cum.” He gasps. “Gonna fuckin cum baby- fuck.” He grits his teeth, hips stuttering to a stop as he finishes, crying out as he finishes. He holds you tight to him, panting as he comes down from his high.

He pants hard into your shoulder. “Fuck.. I’m sorry.” He breathes. Hearing you laugh. “For what?” You breath, pulling away. “I was rough.” He breathes. “I haven’t.. done anything like this in a long time, I couldn’t control myself.” He breathes. You say nothing, deciding to kiss him instead. When he lets you down off of him, he slides out of you with a groan. “Fuck..” he sighs. “We should get back out there, they’re probably wondering where we are.” He laughs awkwardly. “Probably.” You smile, sliding your dress back down.

The both of you emerge from the bathroom, thankful that nobody is waiting outside.

When the both of you approach the pool table, you’re getting glances. “Finally got her off the dance floor ah?”

“Yeah, she’s uh.. quite the party animal.” He laughs. Hearing you laugh. “Nah I think she just sobered up enough to be done.” He lies. “Right, we’re just about done with this game.” Soap laughs, turning back to the table. They don’t see the way your Captain squeezes your ass as he passes by, a quiet gasp leaving your lips.

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[d6volution]

Melatonin

Jax/Reader Fic. [Fem aligned reader.]

Heavy explicit content. | 1k words.

[Also found on my Ao3]

minors dni.

Jax sighs, his iconic smile briefly dropping as he stared at your tense figure, "C'mon toots, relax. You'll never get any sleep like this y'know." A gloved finger lifted your chin to face him, "Trust meee. You'll be finee." He cooed in a somewhat teasing voice, before dropping his hand and pushing your shoulders gently, allowing gravity to take over and your body to hit the plush bed beneath you. He crawled atop your smaller form, and sometimes you forget just how tall he is. You swear you see a devious glint in this eye for a moment.. You hesitated.

"I-It's not that, Jax we barely know each other and-" Words fumbled from your lips, until he shushed you, his finger touching your lips. "Ah- ah," He tuts. "Just.. see this as an exchange between two friends, yeah? A little.. help gettin' ya to sleep. That's all." He spoke while his opposing hand shoved the strap of his overalls down from his body, and they fell seamlessly. "Alright?" His words were so smooth and voice like honey, you nodded and briefly looked up at the ceiling, trying to calm your mind until- *Plop*, something heavy fell onto your stomach and you felt heat creeping up to your cheeks, a small squeak escaping your lips. You swallowed hard, "Ya gonna stare at the ceiling all night?"

His voice broke you out of your previous stupor , his hips moved grinding his already semi-hard shaft against your stomach. His smile returned, wide and mocking as he watched you glance down at his dick. "Impressed? Maybe the devs are a bunch of perverts who knows-" His hand grabbed your left breast and began kneading, his body hunching over yours. Mouth closing in on your ear, "Ah , well- let's put on a show for 'em."

your stomach was doing flips.

Before you could speak Jax flipped you over, "Oof! Jax, wa--" You protested, but only for a moment as one of his hands shoved your head into the pillow, the other looping beneath your waist and dragging you upwards, forcing your body to arch against him, "Thaaats more like it. All this talkin' is making me impatient, just let me do my thing and I promise you''ll be in dream land in no time." You could feel his eyes boring into your back, his eyes narrowing as he pushed aside the silly garb covering your wet snatch, "Heh. And here I was thinkin' you were being shy or something, good thing your bodys bein' more honestly with me dollface."

Hell. His words were only making this worse, embarrassment seeped into your core, "J-Just quit talking and do it alrea- Nngh!!" His thick shaft forced its way past your gummy walls until he was buried to the hilt, his hands gripping your hips as he sighed in relief, holding you in place as he bottomed out. "Hha... mmn, were you sayin something toots? Nnh, yeah.. keep clenching on me just like that," You whined and nuzzled the pillow, you could feel your insides spasming around him. You were sure this place made you feel far more sensitive than you felt did in the outside world. "J..Jax I feel.. nnh.."

"Uh, huh I know, I know-- you'll get use to it. In fact I think you'll love it," His hips began to move, he pulled out until just his tip was teasing at your entrance. Then he slammed back in with even more force than before, you cried out his name and his hand forced your head back into the pillow. "Aah. not too loud, you don't want your new friends to hear you gettin f&%cked into the mattress on your first night do ya?" He picked up a rhythm now, hips slapping agianst yours, every so often he'd grip the plush of your hips and pull you closer. "N-No.. I.." Your words were muffled, "Can't hear ya sweetness," His fingers lost themselves in your hair and yanked your head back, "Repeat that for me will ya?" He asked, hips still rocking you both, "I-I don't want them to hea- Aaah!!" He purposely thrusted sharply against your sweet-spot, causing you to see stars.

"Mmnh, right there huh?" He chuckled against your ear and released your hair, causing you to fall back against the pillow. "Guess, I'll focus there," He muttered and picked up the pace, focusing on the spot that caused you to moan so sweetly before. The tip of dick battering into your g-spot as you squirmed and whined beneath him. Biting the pillow to hide your embarrassing moans, "J-Just like that, keep takin' it.." He huffed and panted above you, a gloved hand swatting your ass for the heck of it. "Eep!" He noticed how you clenched down on him whenever he slapped your ass. He couldn't help but laugh, "Cl-Close.. Jax.. I'm..!" He smirked, "Already? Fine." He almost sounded just as annoyed as he sounded amused.. Except, he pulled out. "Wha.." You lifted your head from the pillows, in a daze. "Why'd you.."

"Relax, would ya?" He rolled his eyes and flipped back onto your back, grabbing your legs and folding you like pretzel as he slammed back into your needy core. Hitting your cunt even deeper this time, fucking your smaller shape into the mattress, he grunted into your ear and you moaned into his in tandem, "Please.. please..!" You didn't know what you were begging for , but Jax still answered your cries, a hand reaching down to rub quick circles onto your clit. "C'monn.. that's right, let go.." He almost growled into your ear as hips were moving like a blur now. You couldn't take it and cried out his name in pleasure, back arching against him and cunt spasming around his dick. His own hips stuttered due to the vice grip around him, "Ahh.." He sighed, releasing inside of you and allowing his weight to hold you down until he finished spilling into you. "Heh." He pulled out and took a step back from the bed to admire his work. Your body was sprawled out on the bed, chest heaving as your eyes remained half lidded. "Sleepy.." You muttered.

"'Course you are." He fixed himself up and pulled up his overalls. If you were able to look him over, you would have noticed he didn't seem to break a sweat. "Sweet dreams, toots." A familiar key swung around his finger as he strutted out the door, locking it behind him so no one would walk in and find you asleep half naked.

#the amazing digital circus #tadc jax #smut #minors dni #the amazing digital circus jax #jax x reader

[elexaria]

do you think you could write some poly!ghoap angst again 😔 maybe simon does NOT like the reader but keeps her around bc johnny adores her, and when he’s gone simon is just so mean to her :((

sincerely, that angsty anon 🩷

simon just glares right at you whenever you steal johnny’s attention, his knuckles white as he grips down on a tea towel while drying the dishes, hearing how you manage to make johnny crack up into peals of laughter. what a bitch, simon thinks to himself as his jaw tenses up. johnny wraps his arms around you, tugging you close to his broad frame with a beaming smile. “yer a riot, lass.” he teases, burying his stubbled face in the crook of your neck, which makes you giggle because it feels so nice in a weird way. “johnny, your beard—!” you choke out, giggling even more as he purposely begins to nuzzle his cheeks against your neck with a cheeky grin

and it gets simon’s blood boiling, absolutely red hot to the point where he huffs and walks out the room with a scowl. you frown slightly, feeling that tension— though johnny is completely oblivious to it, still guffawing as he tickles you with his beard.

later that night, you feel sick to your stomach hearing the bed springs creaking from simon and johnny’s room, the sound of heavy skin slapping and johnny’s whining reverberating through the walls of your tiny shared apartment. “you’re mine, johnny boy. you hear? all mine.” simon snarls, the palm of his hand striking against flesh loudly as johnny gasps and moans in agreement. it makes your chest cramp up, you just know simon is glaring right at the wall where your bed is, smirking with satisfaction as you’re forced to listen to simon take what’s his and there’s nothing you can do but accept it. can you fuck johnny as good as he can? you can make johnny giddy, but you don’t know him like simon does. and you better remember that.

johnny limps out the apartment the next morning to go to a doctors appointment, which simon drops him off at. when he comes back, he can’t help but scoff when he spots you in the kitchen, bags under your eyes. you sheepishly look up, eyebrows furrowing at simon before turning your attention back to making your breakfast. before you can even plate your food, he’s cornered you between two countertops, towering over you with a threatening look. one hand cements itself on the counter, barricading your only way out, whilst the other grips the collar of your tshirt— effortlessly dragging you up off of your feet.

“you hear all that last night, doll face?” he growls, barely inches away from your face. his breath is a mixture of tobacco and peppermint toothpaste, it’s deeply unsettling. at least johnny sucks on a mint after having a cig. you callously nod, breathing shakily as he chuckles. the sound alone sends a terrifying chill down your spine.

“good. know your place, yeah? you’ll never have johnny all to yourself. he’s mine, whether you like that or not.” simon snarls, punctuating each harsh word with a shove, using his grasp on your shirt to push you back against the countertop. your eyes well with tears, cheeks red and flushed with thick emotion.

“best not tell johnny about our little talk, don’t want to upset him.” he chuckles, slowly releasing his grasp on your shirt to lower you back down onto your feet. he smiles sadistically, lowering himself down so he can face you directly. the way his eyes bear into you makes your skin crawl. “you tell johnny about this, and i’ll get you. yeah?” he hums, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, scoffing as he pulls away and descends back out of the apartment to continue with his day— leaving you frightened and confused :(

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[sasayego]

touches

prompt — all the ways jason todd touches you / jason todd x reader

tags — some nsfw

A STORMY SEA AT BAY;

his fingers are harsh, and you wince when he grips at you like. that.he doesn't mean to hurt you, by god, no. he doesn't ever want to see you flinch. and as soon as you do, he stumbles back.

you realize what's happened. he's going to hate himself now. "jason, no—" you call out, reaching for him, but he stumbles back and runs into the darkness of the night where it'll shroud him. and in that night, he basks in his anger and self-loathing for a while before the boy in blue comes to calm him down. you sometimes wish you could, but he'd be too ashamed.

"i'm sorry," he mumbles when he's back in your arms. he holds you, tight, but not like when he was angry. there is a silver tear dancing on the edge of his eye but he never lets it drop. "i didn't mean to." and you know he doesn't so you hug him back and don't say a word.

EUPHORIA IN A SKY OF STARS;

he grips your thighs as tight as possible, and his face is buried between the valley of your thighs. he's letting out sighs of pleasure through quiet muffles as the only thing you can hear is the sound of your own whimpers and his comments—"fuck, pretty girl, you look so fuckin' good right now. give me another one, yeah?"

your thighs are shaking and you cannot even think properly, not when his eyes are hazy and he looks up at you like that. his fingers are digging so deep into your flesh that they draw out bruises, his tongue swirling around, and occasionally his teeth graze over your inner thighs. you forget that his helmet is to the side, that you're on a rooftop and anyone can appear in seconds and see you two like this. "best fuckin' thing i've tasted in my entire life," he croons, as he shoves two fingers in you.

SLEEPING IN AT SUNRISE;

his touches are gentle, soft. your hands run over the bruises he's collected from last night, and the blood that's dried on his hair or his head or back from last night's patrol and you worry about him. your fingers cup his jaw and you plant delicate butterfly kisses over his face in worry. "i worry about you, jay," you say when he whines at the touch but you know he adores it.

"i'm alive in one piece, aren't i?" he muffles as he flips over to the side so his back faces you. you pout and he knows you're pouting. he flips right back in a flash and he grabs you by the neck and pulls you close before pressing a kiss on your forehead and pushing. yourhead so it lies in the crook of his neck.

"i'm never leaving you," he murmurs, his eyes hooded and lazy. "it's gonna take everything in this universe and more for me to ever even think about not making it back to you." and those are just words, you know, but words have a lot of meaning.

I THINK ABOUT YOU EVEN IF I DON'T KNOW IT;

"so that's what i said to him that other day!" that blonde girl laughs, brushing her arm against jason. jason just nods at her, doesn't even mean to say anything ot her and just keeps his blank face. you've been scowling at her for the past five minutes, and for the past four minutes, she's pretended like you don't exist.

jason looks down at where she's touched him and then shrugs. "i have to go get a drink," he says blankly, his face neutral. the both of you turn around in near perfect sync and start walking down together. jason grits his teeth in anger, thinking about something else (maybe how that blonde girl has been treating you), and takes your hand and squeezes it. he squeezes it so hard it hurts a bit.

"jason," you wince, looking at your red hand. it's cutting off blood. he looks down at your hand in surprise and then his eyes widen for a few seconds before letting it go.

"i'm so sorry, i didn't know i was holding your hand, and with that grip—" you shush him peacefully.

RED IS JASON TODD'S COLOR

"fuck," jason snarls as he pushes you against the wall. there's something in his eyes. jealousy. red is always jason's best color to wear, you've known that for sure. his hand wraps around your throat and he kisses you hard.

"you liked making me jealous, didn't you?" he challenges, raising an eyebrow. there's a glimmer in his eyes as his lips bite down on your neck so hard that there's a faint sliver of blood. you let out a yelp. "seeing me all riled up for a guy whose cock is probably the tiniest fuckin' thing you've ever seen. tell me, did you like me jealous of a guy who can't even please you the way you know i can?"

you open your mouth to answer, but he clamps his hand. over before ou can speak. "don't even fucking answer," he snarls, before ripping your jeans off from your body. you didn't even know anybody could do that. "i'm about to teach you what the right answer is."

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #dcu #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #dc comics

[sugawarassoulmate]

it's samu's birthday 🥹 (and atsumu's but this isn't about him sksks)

words: 652 cw: fem!reader, sleepy sex, dubious consent, minors dni

"get off of me," he groans once again, making no effort to push you away. osamu won't admit that he's hard right now, cock pressed against the soft fabric of his sweatpants. it's all your fault, really. your small hands keep rubbing against him while you kiss the sensitive part of his neck.

he just wants to go to sleep.

you're straddling his lap, hand slipping under his sweats to wrap around his length. if osamu had been more awake right now, he'd probably question why you were being so forward with him. you're usually never like this—always so shy and timid, even after all this time.

but tonight's different, you're grinding on him and doing everything in your power to turn him on and it's fucking working. a long day at work left osamu's body sore and sweaty. after a shower, he dropped into your shared bed and didn't want to be disturbed.

of course, you came into the room at some point, ready to be a nuisance and giving osamu the sweetest kisses. he'd never complain about having your attention, but he just wants to fucking sleep. "yer this desperate fer me to fuck ya? can't it wait?" he asks, trying to hide the moans almost slipping from his mouth.

you were fully stroking him now, letting his precum ooze out so you could tease the head of his cock. he supposes that's what he gets for teaching you how to be his personal slut, you'd eventually use it against him.

"i can do all the work, samu," you mumbled, tugging his sweats down with your free hand just enough to pull his cock all the way out. his eyes are still closed, so he doesn't see the way you bite your lip upon seeing his thick length hit his stomach. "wanna make both of us feel good."

he shrugs, letting you do what you want with him. "don't expect me to help. ya want it so bad, better make sure both of us get off."

osamu expects you to suck him off or give him a handy and maybe after he cums, he'll be nice and eat you out. he knows his words are harsh but there's no way he'd leave his dumb baby high and dry.

but you go beyond his expectations when osamu feels the wet warmth of your cunt sinking down on his cock, easily stretching your walls until he's buried as deep as he can go. "fuck," he grunts, definitely not ready for any of that. "holy shit gimme some kind of fuckin' warnin' next time, idiot."

"sorry," you hum, waiting a few seconds before grinding your hips ever so slightly. how did you get so wet? were you really that desperate for him? does he need to pay more attention to you? you're fucking insatiable.

osamu grips the bed sheets, trying to keep his word and let you do everything, but it takes all of his will not to buck his hips into you. what has gotten into you? he's definitely not upset at this new side of you tonight, but it's so uncharacteristic. "shit, what's this fuckin' attitude of yers?" he whines, opening his eyes to see you bouncing on him—a sight he'll never get tired of.

"you really don't know, samu?" you giggle, easily creating a steady rhythm. you pull your shirt up, letting your tits bounce freely with every thrust. if osamu had the energy, he'd twirl the sensitive buds between his fingers. "look at the time…" you leaned down, changing the angle of osamu's cock inside you, and shove your phone in his face.

the bright light hurts his eyes, but he can clearly see the time. it's past midnight, october 5. oh, he thinks, another curse slipping out when your walls tighten around him.

"happy birthday, baby," you say against his lips. "let me be your gift."

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[ushiwhacka]

time skip! ushijima wakatoshi + fem! reader | mdni | 1,080 words | established relationship, prone bone, creampie, body worship, it's still summer in my <3

he’s warm underneath you, skin soaked in sun and dusted in salt flakes. slow in the afternoon heat as you lay entangled, knees knocking together, your nose pressed into his neck, fingers massaging his scalp, and his arms loose around you. he smells of sweet coconut and the sea. 

the air sticky and hot, it wraps around you and sinks into your pores. the kind of warmth that feels like melting, blurs the edges of your bodies into one another. 

you’re lulled to sleep by the steady rise and fall of his chest, and wake to a kiss on the crown of your head with the taste of his skin sitting on your lips. he washes the dreams out of your eyes   and zips up your dress. drags his knuckles over your spine then kisses you right at the base do your neck.

and he holds you close, lets you cling onto his arm as you walk along cobblestoned streets. your heels unsteady over slippery stones. watches your every step from underneath knitted brows as you look around and gasp and point out pretty buildings. 

wakatoshi tries to get his fill of you, how you purse your lips in thought while reading the menu, how you turn away, just a little flustered under the weight of deep olive eyes. the expectant look on your face as you shove a fork into his mouth, and he agrees that it’s so good because everything you give him is good. 

he holds your hand in his over the table, squeezes it tighter at the feeling of your foot on his calf. unassuming and batting your eyelashes as you go above his knee, press into the muscle of his thigh. 

he’s even more handsome with his skin a deep bronze, a dusting of pink across his sunburnt nose and the tops of his cheeks. he wears his shirt with the top buttons opened just enough for you to see a peek of the hard planes of his chest. and he looks at you with a strange glow in his eyes, only you, precious and his.

and he doesn’t miss the intention in your voice when you coo his name, “wakatoshi,” drag it out into something of a whine, “you should ask for the check.”

you walk with hands intertwined again. maybe it’s the three piña coladas making your head fuzzy, or maybe he has just spoiled you so horribly, but you decide it’s not enough to just hold him. 

you stomp your feet and tug his arm back. “kiss.” you demand with your neck craned up towards him and eyelashes fluttering. 

there’s something about the way he touches you, the way he rubs the pads of his fingers into your cheeks. ardently. gently. how his mouth slots over yours.

the way he sinks onto his knees in the middle of your hotel room. fiddles with the delicate straps of your heels, presses his lips where the buckle has left an imprint in your skin. then he kisses the back of your knee, the inside of your thigh, the wet spot on your panties.

firm hands trace the back of your legs, grip the fat of your ass. he pulls you forward, buries himself deeper between your thighs, helps you rub your pussy on his face. and gasps turn into silent cries each time his nose catches on your clit. the friction only enough to build your frustration.

“wakatoshi,” it comes out so small, “please. i need you inside me.” he can never resist when you look at him with such pleading eyes, with tears welling up at your lash line. “please, toshi.”

he gives you what you want. always does. 

you whimper into the sheets as he sinks into you. his hand on your lower belly, pulling you up towards him. and even when he’s throbbing inside you, every muscle alight with the need to thrust into you, feel your walls stretch painfully around his girth, he resists. he waits until your body relaxes under him. eager lips drag against your spine and over your shoulder blades, leave searing, open-mouthed kisses up the back of your neck. 

his other arm wraps around your chest, holds you close enough that you can feel the beat of his heart against your back. 

gravelly and dark when he speaks in you ear. “are you alright, darling?”

“no.” your voice breaks. “can you just fuck me already?”

you choke on air your own spit when he pushes into you, when you feel him in the deepest parts of you dripping cunt. it’s new and overwhelming and sends a mess of pleas and prayers scratching up your throat. the tip of his cock sits so snug at your cervix, rubs against it each time he grinds his hips into you. so intentionally slow. 

there’s something about being held so tightly, trapped and helpless in his arms, the raw power of his body pressing into you. the already heavy air feels thicker and you gasp to suck in a breath after each drawn out, squeaky whimper. 

all you can feel is him — the amber of his cologne, the heat of his skin, his breath hot and hitching at the nape of your neck, the salty tinge of his sweat where your tongue lolls out to taste his forearm, low grunts that tingle in your ear and down your spine, the hard muscle where you sink your nails into his flesh.

wakatoshi loses himself in the feeling, in you. there’s something predatory and repressed that overwhelms his senses when he has you limp and trembling underneath him. how you take all of him and keen and whine and beg for more. how your pussy squeezes around him, how it drools all hot and slick when he whispers an “i love you” into the fat of your cheek. whiny and sniffling when you demand he comes inside you.

his chest heaving, he drops his forehead in the dip of your shoulders. listens to the sweet sounds of contented sighs sour into complaints when he even thinks about moving away from you. and he gives you what you want once again, drapes his body over yours and nuzzles into your neck, spoils you with kisses so tender they make you giggle. and he lets you spoil him with your love, wring him and twist him in any way you want. because being wanted by you is the most devastating pleasure he’s ever known.

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[ohimsummer]

content: armin x black! fem reader, modern! au, eren x reader, bratty! reader, rough sex, hatefucking, is this cuckolding..., also slightly proofread

Eren was fucking Armin’s girlfriend. You knew, his friends knew it, and Armin knew it, too. And he allowed it.

You’d fucked Armin’s friends before; Jean, Connie, Reiner, Porco, and Eren, all of them. Just something experimental they wanted to try out, run you through and use you like a little whore. Armin was there the whole time to make sure you were okay and comfortable. It was a one-time thing, and you never did it with the first four again. Eren, however, was a different story.

He thought you were such a bratty little bitch with a smart fucking mouth designed specifically to piss him off. Always cursing at him, telling him to shut the fuck up in front of his friends when he said something you didn’t like, and giving him enough sass for five people let alone just him. And he couldn’t fucking stand it, he had to do something about that bratty mouth of yours and put you in your place, even if it’d only last for a few days.

“Ah, Eren, f-fuck, slow down!”

Whether he wasn’t paying attention or was ignoring you altogether was a mystery, though it was likely the latter. Your hand flails in the air behind you in a futile search of his torso to get Eren to ease up, and he grabs it and forces it behind your back. He moves to lean over you with his dick still buried to the hilt in your sore, spasming cunt. 

“The hell do you want?”, he hisses into your ear. 

“Can you hear? I said slow down!”, you snap at him, and it earns you another vicious thrust that sends you further into you and Armin’s bedsheets. 

“Why don’t you talk to me with some respect and maybe I’ll consider it.”

“Fuck you.”

He tsks at you, ass up and face shoved into a pillow, braids disheveled all over your head, and still just as feisty as ever. “You and that fucking mouth.”

The moment you had to catch your breath wasn’t nearly enough before Eren’s back to battering your pussy like he owns it. And you guess he does, for the moment anyway. 

The tip of his cock hits that sweet spot amidst your gummy walls one too many times and, for the third time, you’re convulsing and gushing wildly around his dick. He snaps his hips against your ass, and then he’s filling you up once again, pulling out to watch his cum drip out of your messy hole to leak down your thighs and into the growing stain amongst the sheets. He leans back to a kneeling position; Eren chuckles as your trembling, heaving body tips over on the bed, fingers gripping the pillow for dear life. He takes in the scene, from the spot of drool soaked into the pillow, to your deep, stuttered gulps of air. Eren stares curiously as your leg extends towards him, and you feebly nudge his knee with your foot.

“Hey..”, you force the words out between gasps. ”Get up, punk. Don’t tell me you’re already done with me? Armin lasts way longer than you.”

There you go again, you and that shit attitude of yours. You’re shivering and shaking and can barely catch your breath, barely even move, and yet you can still find the energy to be a little smartass. And right as Eren was thinking of sending you back to your boyfriend in the living room, who surely heard you getting properly fucked right down the hall. 

“Is that so?”, Eren mutters as he grabs your hips again, forcing you back onto your knees and lining himself up with your entrance.

A loud, drawn-out moan leaves you and bounces off the walls as Eren pushes into your pussy once again. You’re glad he’s too focused on trying to punish you to take note of that conniving, fox-like grin on your face. You can’t help having a little fun with him, he’s so easy to piss off. 

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[toxicanonymity]

a day in the filth

2.7k | brat tamer!joel x f!reader | master

“Fuck,” he mutters to himself. He puts the phone down and the screen shows his office ceiling while you hear his belt unfasten and his zipper.  You’re weak from  overstimulation . . .when he picks the phone up again, his face is twisted with need. 

SUMMARY: ONE SHOT. NO plot. NO character dev. Just 24 hours of being ruined by Joel in multiple ways and holes. Filth from the first sentence to the last. Asks/Anons: plugging, IRL Joel, dad's worst enemy. Can stand alone but I pictured daddy!Joel.

WARNINGS: I8+, big girthy age gap (legal), grumpy brat tamer joel, use of “daddy,”  use of pet names, breeding, unsafe P in V, vaginal plugging, toy, overstimulation, crying, a little anal, semi-public and public masturbation, he's a little rough,  mean, nasty, lots of degradation, including stretching and breeding related & more, tries to make you eat your veggies. taking creative liberties with toys and ruination. another possibly ridic line sry. NO USE OF Y/N.

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Joel’s hips slam into you one last time in the mating press and you moan his name as he begins to pulse inside.  The rhythmic swell of his cock against your walls sets off aftershocks and you whimper. He sighs, “There ya go, baby” and finishes emptying himself as deep into you as possible.   Then he grabs your chin in his hand.  “What do you say?”

“Thank you, Daddy.” 

It's almost bedtime, and you can barely keep your eyes open. He puts two pillows under your ass then carefully pulls out. “How long do I have to stay like this” you ask, wanting to curl up and go to sleep. 

“What’d you say?”

“Nothing, it’s fine.”

He glares at you. “What do you think my answer is?”

“Until you say.”

“That’s right. But ya know what? Do what ya want tonight. I’m goin’ out.”

“Without me?”

"Too many men." He tucks himself into his boxers and begins to pull up his pants. "least now you won't be lyin' around cryin' for my cock the whole time."

He doesn’t say another word.  He gets ready and leaves. He comes back later and puts a black bag in the nightstand before he takes off his clothes and gets in bed.  

“Are you mad?” you ask, surprised he's not fucking you again. 

“Just tired.” 

—------

In the morning, you wake up to the sound of Joel rummaging in the bag in his nightstand.  You think maybe he’s gonna use a new toy on you, but when he gets between your legs, he isn’t holding anything.  He scoots you to the edge of the bed, up near the pillows and nightstand. 

He stands facing the bed, then dips his knees enough to hover over your stomach and lets his massive morning wood hang heavily onto your mound. He backs up an inch and it grazes your clit.  He kneels on the floor between your legs and kisses your cunt, massaging your breasts until you're dripping wet.  Then he gets up, braces an arm on the bed, notches his tip at your entrance, and shoves into you with a sigh. "Mornin', baby," he says as your bodies are flush. 

"Morning, Daddy."  You wrap your legs around him and he pounds you, grunting and sighing. He's in a better mood this morning, and he's fucking you good. You wonder what he did last night but know better than to ask. He buries his length in you completely each time. You writhe and moan under him. He latches onto your neck, bottoms out, and grinds against you with small movements, moaning "Mmmm" into your skin.

"Give it to me baby," he says into your neck. “Choke it and I’ll fill ya up.” He backs up, thrusts into you hard, and you see stars, clenching around him. He takes your thighs in his hands, holding them up as he continues to fuck you through your climax.  With your walls hugging and spasming around his wood, he sighs loudly and lets himself come, slightly lifting your hips off the bed as he fills you up.

Without pulling out, Joel reaches into the nightstand. He unsnaps a bottle of lube and returns with a bulbous silicone toy, glistening at one end. “Gonna plug you up now.”

He slowly pulls out, careful not to spill any cum.  When some trickles out, he pushes it back in with his cock then resumes his gradual exit.  As soon as he’s out, you feel the cool silicone tip at your entrance then he pushes it into you.  You feel full, but not as full as his cock. 

"Too easy,” he mutters. “Hope it’s big enough to stay..” Your face burns.  “got ya all stretched out.” He’s getting you horny again already. “Shoulda gotten the big daddy size, huh?” He tucks his cock into his boxers. "Forgot how bad I ruin ya."

He rolls you over and smacks your ass. “you’re gonna keep that inside.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“If it leaks, you lemme know, babydoll.”

“I will. How long do I. . ." You change your mind and trail off.

“God damnit. How long am I gonna say, baby?”

“Until you say”

“‘til I take it out myself.”

—-----------

Joel leaves for work.  You go downstairs to have breakfast and watch tv.  In certain positions, the plug nudges your g-spot and drives you crazy.  You want to do some reading, but It’s impossible to concentrate on anything. 

You impulsively text him, “Can I please take it out? I’ll lie down instead” then think better of it and immediately unsend the message. 

Joel responds, “What did you unsend you brat.”

"Nothing. Miss u"

“You leaking? Put some panties on and keep your snail trail off my sofa.”

“No”

“Then what is it”

You don’t answer.  You lie down on the sofa, sleepy enough to take a nap already. He says “?” then, “Last chance.” 

A few seconds later, the plug vibrates violently inside you, jolting you up with your chest pounding.  

“Oh, fuck,” you whisper. You sit there not doing anything at all, just breathing, thinking about Joel, and soon enough it has you on the edge.  You lick your fingers, lay back, and bring your hand to your clit and rub yourself for relief. “Oh god,” you whisper to no one, then you come.  But the toy doesn’t turn off.  

You whine with the overstimulation then get a video call from Joel. 

He’s in his corner office with his glasses on. 

“Please, daddy, I already came.”

His voice is quiet but stern. “You’re gonna come again while I watch. you best get to rubbin’ that pretty little clit.”

You reach between your legs and rub yourself until you’re writhing on the sofa whimpering as you come again. The vibration continues. Your eyes pinch shut. 

You open your eyes and can still only see Joel from the chest up. But his arm is slowly moving off screen and his hand must be in his lap.  “Fuck,” he mutters to himself. He puts the phone down and the screen shows his office ceiling for a minute and you hear his belt unfasten and his zipper.  You’re weak from  overstimulation as the vibrator keeps on. You hear the squirt of lotion into his hand, then he picks the phone up again and his face is twisted with need.  His mouth hangs open as he strokes himself and watches you whimper on the sofa.  You’re nearly crying at this point but you know you can’t put the phone down. 

“C’mon, you can do it,” he says.  “You’re doin’ so good, baby, Look so hot.” You sit in a position that lets it touch your g-spot and soon you're in tears.  “That’s it, baby.”  The orgasm seizes your body and you moan loudly. “Good girl,” he pants. “Gooood girl.”  You can hear the squish of his hand around his cock. 

“One more for daddy,” he breathes. “real quick.” He does something on his phone and the vibration intensifies. You whimper. 

You take a deep breath and nod, then wince as you touch yourself again.  

“Oh god baby,” he sighs, “you’re bein’ such a–ohhh—such a good girl for daddy.” 

“Just for you, daddy,”  You whimper. 

“Yeahh,”  he pants, “you’re a hot little slut—ohh, oh god—but just for daddy”

You nod tearfully. 

He sighs. “Such a good girl.” 

Your body begins to jerk and contract again and as soon as you moan his name, Joel puts his phone down and sighs, “Ah, fuck, ah–oh god-” off screen you can hear him grab a tissue and softy groan, “ohhh, oh yeah.” Then he picks the phone back up and looks at you affectionately.

There’s a knock at his office door, and you hang up. But the vibrator keeps going for several minutes and you feel like you’re almost gonna be sick. 

When it stops, you get a text. “Did you hang up on me you brat”

“Sorry, I got scared,” you respond. 

He doesn’t say anything. 

You get dressed and start to do some things around the house. 

—---------

Around noon, he texts you "get upstairs. Now." Five minutes later, Joel’s truck pulls into the driveway. When you look out the bedroom window, his tie is already loosened and his sleeves are rolled up. He reaches for his belt as he quickly walks to the door. 

He comes up the stairs two at a time.  You’re sitting on the bed when he gruffly asks, “Why are your clothes on?” He tears off your pants and panties as you remove your shirt and bra.  You can’t wait to take the plug out. 

He puts his phone and keys on the nightstand and flips you over face down on the edge of the bed where you were this morning.  

“Don’t you ever hang up on me,” he warns as he pushes your head into the bed.

“I didn't want you to get in trouble.”

“”I'm the boss, I don't get in trouble.”

“Ok.”

“Who’s the boss?”

“You are, daddy. im sorry”

“That’s right.” 

You tilt your hips for him and he runs his thumb over the end of the plug.  “Good girl,” he says. He kneels down and gives it a kiss, then trails his tongue up to your asshole.  He spreads your cheeks with both hands and twirls his tongue around it before pressing it hard against your tight little hole and sucking. He lets it go with a kiss. 

He holds you down with one arm as he lubes his fingers and his cock.  

"I want it in the front,” you protest. 

"I know ya do, angel. Would ya rather get nothin'?"

"No."

"Then you’re gonna take what daddy gives ya." He teases your asshole with one cold, wet finger. "n' you're gonna take it where I put it." He inches his finger into you. He slowly pushes in and out and rotates his finger. "Relax, baby." With some more massaging, you begin to relax. He rotates his finger to face the floor. 

"Good girl." He gradually adds another finger, both of them facing down. He slides them in and out and curls them toward your cunt.  You feel even more full with the pressure on the plug. 

"Yeah, you're plugged real good, I can feel it." 

He leans one knee on the edge of the bed and reaches under your chest to grope a breast. 

He wiggles his fingers inside you, making more room before continuing to fuck you with them. 

Then he slides his fingers out. He wipes his hand on a tissue and gets more lube, then his wet cock nudges your back door.  He takes hold of your hips and pushes the tip into you.  You gasp as the crown breaches your asshole entirely.  "Daddy," you whimper. 

“Relax, baby. That was the biggest part, ‘member?”

He pushes further and you gasp again. You’ve never felt as full as you are with your cunt plugged up and Joel's massive cock in your ass.  He pushes to the hilt with a low sigh. He slowly backs up, then pushes in again.  The next time he retreats, he grabs your hips and slams into you. "Yeah," he sighs. It's not what you wanted but it sure as hell feels good. 

He fucks you for a minute, filling your ass to the brim, a fullness you've truly never felt before. "oh yeah, this hole's still tight," he pants. He slows down his speed but doesn't hold back on power. He lifts an ass cheek and drops it to watch it jiggle. "god damn, you got a nice ass, baby." He grunts as he buries his length between your plush cheeks, and you begin to moan less restrained. 

He picks up his phone then the vibration roars to life, shaking your core and massaging his cock through your wall. 

"Oh, fuck," Joel shudders. He backs up, slams into you, bottoming out, then spits on his clean hand and reaches around to touch your clit.  "Ohh, daddy," you whimper and start to come almost instantly. Your convulsions around him are too much for Joel to bear. 

He slams into you again and pulses massively into your guts. "Ohhh, baby." He slaps your ass then kneads it as he finishes coming. 

Mercifully, he stops the vibrator.  You roll over and say, "I wish it could be you in both holes."

He laughs and pinches your cheek. "Me too, baby."

—--------

That night you go out to dinner, still plugged up. 

You order just Mac and cheese.

"Would you eat a real fuckin meal for once?" 

"I'm not that hungry"

"At least get a vegetable, too."

"I don't want one"

 "Your dad never made you eat'em, did he? Useless prick. You need some goddamn nutrients" Joel scoffs.  

"Why do you care so much?"

 He lowers his voice. "Your body can't do what I want if it's starving for nutrients"

"I can do whatever you-"

"I'm talkin' 'bout your womb, you dumb slut." This is hogwash and you know it, but it's kind of cute. It's only been a week. You don't want vegetables, though.

"Daddyyy" You whine.  

He lowers his voice. "What'd I tell you about callin' me that in public? Hmm? Only when I say it first."

"Daddy you fucked me so good this morning."

He takes a deep breath in through his nose and looks around.  

He gets out his phone and turns the vibrator on, looking to humiliate you. Your body jolts but you whimper "Oh, Daddy."

He turns up the intensity all the way and you gasp "oh fuck." 

You can't sit still.  You cover your mouth and whimper. You squirm in your seat. Stretching back, trying to get it away from your g-spot. You reach between your legs. 

 "Don't you dare," he says sternly and turns it off. He asks for the food to go and adds a side of broccoli. 

—-----

When you get home, he brings another black bag in from the car and sets it on the nightstand. He rustles around with it while you take off your clothes.  Then he puts you on the bed face up. He unbuttons and unzips his slacks and pulls the waistband of his boxers down under his cock.  

"Let's see how ya did."  He hikes up your dress, takes off your panties. 

First the looks at the panties and says "fuck, you were leakin' all over the place."  Then he tosses them aside, slowly pulls out the plug, and brings it to your mouth. 

"Open wide," he says. "Hold this."

He sticks the plug in your mouth, covered in the combined froth of your juices and the effects of the vibration. It's salty, sits awkwardly in your mouth and sticks out. 

You feel his spend from the morning beginning to trickle out of you.  He swipes his fingers through it,  gets down on his knees and pushes it back in. When he pushes his two fingers into you he groans "god damn," and adds a third right away. "Oh baby, you're so stretched out," he marvels as he carefully removes his fingers, trying not to let any more cum spill out. "God damn, I thought I ruined ya before." 

His talk is making you throb and squirm. "Guess that's what happens," he sighs. "fuck ya open real good then plug it up so it stays." 

"Gimme that, we're gonna need a bigger plug."  He holds out his hand under your mouth and you let the toy drop into his hand. He tosses it to the side. 

"Shoulda known. Take this cock too good for a Small." Now he’s just turning himself on.  He lubes his hand and starts stroking himself. 

You egg him on, protesting, "You always say I'm tight."

He laughs. "Maybe for this cock." He slowly strokes himself.  "But trust me, baby. You're ruined for anyone else."  

He lines himself up, then pushes his cock into you, bottoming out in one smooth thrust. "God damn, baby." He pounds you harder than usual. "Guess you can take it even better now, can't ya?"

"Yeah, Daddy"

"So wet too, just drippin' for me." 

"Feels so good," you sigh. 

Joel slams into you then moves his cock inside you in a swirling  motion. "God damn," he sighs. "Gonna be so loose when I'm through with ya." He swirls his hips again. "baby'll slide right out at this rate." 

He slams into you and rotates his hips again, grinding against your clit. Your back arches and you whimper "ruin me, daddy."  He keeps railing you hard.

"Yeah," he pants. "Good girl." 

You moan as you contract around him. 

"Now I feel ya," he says.  "Couldn't feel shit before."

He plunges into you one more time and erupts, pulsing massively, gushing into his previous load, replacing what was lost.  

He leans over you as he finishes coming, holding your legs up. He takes a new, bigger plug out from the black bag, then he carefully pulls out his cock. 

He pushes the plug into you without lube this time and it slides right in. "god damn," he marvels. "shoulda got the Large, too."

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[evieskiesss]

could you maybe right something with like older tom like 2017-2023? i really don’t mind what it’s up to you!!!

I WANT YOU- TOM KAULITZ

𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏 ,  𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙎𝙏 , 𝙁𝙇𝙐𝙁𝙁 𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂:)

𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟳 𝗧𝗢𝗠

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎: 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙊𝙉 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍), 𝙋 𝙞𝙣 𝙑, 𝙗𝙡Ö𝙬𝙟𝙤𝙗, 𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙙𝙤𝙢!𝙩𝙤𝙢, 𝙨𝙪𝙗!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧,, 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜:)

a/n: HIII, yesss ofc!! you ask & you shall recieve😇

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    "Tom, she's going to find out!" you whispered shouted, over the phone as you approached the door to your house. You slipped your silky robe on, startled by the sudden call you received by your long-time friend who in reality, wasn't much of just being a friend.

    He huskily laughed on the other side of the phone, "no, she won't. now just open the door," he said, his voice sending shocks down your spine.

   Fuck, even through the phone he could make you nervous.

    You hung up, rolling your eyes before opening the door. His head perked up as he was leaning against the wall next to the door, his face lighting up. "thought you were going to make me wait all night," he joked with a smile, his hand coming to your waist as he slipped by you.

    You shut the door after him, locking it before standing there with your arms crossed. He scanned the place for a small moment as if he'd never been there before, his hands shoved into his pockets.

    "Tom, we can't do this anymore," you started. You kept your arms crossed, in a subconscious way to refrain yourself from coming any closer to him. "do what anymore?" he asked, faking confusion.

    He walked towards your neat kitchen, placing down the full plastic bag onto the island. You gave him a look as you joined him in the kitchen but kept your distance, "you know what i'm talking about."

    You could've sworn you saw a smirk almost pull at his pierced lip, a quick flash of memories seen through his eyes.

   Your body completely naked beneath him, your legs wrapped around his waist as you begged him for more. His neck buried in the crevice of your neck as he muttered words of encouragement, leading you to your climax.

    It hadn't happened just once. It happened eight times. Eight times in which he fucked you mercilessly, fucked you until the only words you knew were his name. Eight times in which he made love to you, then went back home to his wife.

      He gave you a nonchalant shrug, his eyebrows furrowed as he continued his innocent act. "I don't know what you're talking about, I'm not doing anything," he turned around, taking things out of the bag and setting them on the counter.

     His larger body blocked your view of the items, his black jacket making it harder to see. Wow, did it look good on him.

      You let out a small sigh, "you can't-", he cut you off. "I can't just watch movies and eat snacks with my favorite friend?" he moved to the side, revealing the pile of your favorite snacks.

    Chips, candy, chocolate, sweet drinks, and a bottle of wine, all laid out perfectly. He smiled proudly as he stood next to it, watching your face soften at the sight.

    He smirked at your sudden silence. "You've shut up now, huh?" he chuckled. You rolled your eyes at him, chuckling as a smile tugged on your lips, "shut up." He laughed back, holding his hand out for you to take.

    You took his larger hand into yours, letting him pull you close to him. The proximity between you two quickly declined as your chest nearly hit his, and with a swift motion, he picked you up, setting you down on the kitchen counter.

    He smiled, sucking in a deep breath through his noses as his hands met your thighs sweetly. "didn't say hi to me properly, gotta do something about that," he mumbled warningly before his lips met yours.

    You kissed him back softly, letting your body relax as you two kissed for a couple more seconds. He pulled away for a second, only to kiss you again. You indulged in his kissing for a couple of more moments before pulling away breathlessly, "this isn't watching a movie and eating snacks," you said matter-of-factly.

     He smiled again, laughing. "you're right, this isn't," he dramatically rolled his eyes with a huff before turning to take the snacks to the living room. "i get to choose the movie this time," you said loudly enough for him to hear as you hopped off the island.

    A small groan left his lips, "why?!" he pouted. "you chose last time so now it's my turn!" you replied, now pouting as well. He sighed, plopping himself down onto the couch, "okay then, i'll let you chose," he handed you the remote.

    You smiled, taking the remote from his hands to search for a movie while he opened the snacks, popping open the bottle of wine. You situated yourself closer to him, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as the movie started.

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    Your hand came up to wipe a small bead of sweet forming on your forehead before fanning yourself for what seemed to be the 100th time. You moved your hair to the other side, trying to cool yourself off from the overwhelming heat.

     "you're really warm," Tom whispered, his thumb gently caressing your arm. "yeah," you breathed out, shifting slightly away from him to cool off, but to your dismay, it did not work.

    Tom's other hand reached for the hem of your silk robe which sat on your thighs, his face growing closer to your face, "why don't you take this off then?" he asked, his voice deep.

    Your eyes met his, they were staring at you intently. His fingers gently hiked the material up higher until it reached the top, your squishy thighs coming to his view.

      His eyes flickered up to yours momentarily, a soft smirk now wanting to play on his lips. His hand trailed up to the knot on your robe, gently tugging on it to set it loose.

     As he slowly shrugged the robe open, an amused hum came from his throat. He looked at your pretty body now uncovered, only in a spaghetti strap tank top, and thin pinkish panties.

    "so this is what you were hiding from me," he mumbled, slipping the silk off of you completely. You allowed him to take it off of you, completely following everything he desired.

    His body was now facing yours, your body still facing the TV while your head was turned to look at him. His eyes ate you up entirely, feeling slightly self conscious about it, you brought your knees up to your chest in a way to cover yourself.

    His hand came to your legs, pushing them back down with a shake of his head. "let me see you, don't get all shy on me now," he joked, his hand making its way to your inner thigh. "i-i'm not," you breathed out, feeling his fingers ghost over your panties.

     He hummed as his lips made contact with your shoulder, kissing it gently before his free hand looped around the strap of your tank top. "let me take this off, yea?" he asked, his breath tickling your neck. you let out a breathy 'yes'.

     He quickly got up from the couch before getting on his knees in front of you. His hands reached for your top, pulling it off your body to toss it somewhere. Your breasts were fondled by him, his thumb gently grazing your nipple.

    His lips crashed onto yours as he hungrily explored your body, you moaned as his fingers gently pinched your nipples. His hands trailed down to rub your sides as he kissed down your neck.

You let out small moans as his lips sucked and nipped at your neck, your hands finding his back to rub. Unsatisfied with the cloth blocking you between him and his bare skin, you tugged his shirt up, letting him unattach himself from your neck momentarily.

After a harsh bite to your neck, he trailed his kisses down your torso until he hit your thighs. With a swift movement, he pulled your panties off, tossing it behind him to join your top on the ground.

He spread your legs open, his gaze stuck on your already wet cunt. His arms looped around your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the couch. He pushed your legs all the way back and open, seeing your pussy open up for him.

"oh fuck," he groaned underneath his breath before tossing your legs over his shoulders and quickly wrapping his lips around your clit.

He sucked on it harshly, your hips shuddering from sudden pleasure. Your hands found his shoulders, gripping then tightly as his tongue worked its way to your hole. "so fucking sweet," he mumbled before sticking his tongue as far as he could into you.

You gasped loudly, your hands finding his hair that was held back in a messy man bun. He thrusted his tongue into you harshly, then coming back up to suck on your clit.

His tongue continued its motions before flicking at your now swollen clit with your tongue. You bucked your hips up, chasing your orgasm which was now approaching.

Tom took notice of your desperate chase, now flicking at your at your tongue harder & faster. He thrusted his tongue into you again, loving the whines that left your mouth.

"fuck! i'm gonna- i'm gonna cum," you groaned out, feeling the knot in your stomach grow tighter with each thrust of his tongue. "cum on my tongue," he groaned, his nose nudging at your clit as he continued to eat you out.

With a loud moan, you cummed on his tongue. Your legs shook, clenching around his tongue as he lapped up at your wetness. He moaned at your taste, how he loved eating you out.

He pulled away, panting for air as he nearly suffocated, not like he minded. His lips attached to yours again, the taste of you almost making you cringe.

Though, he absolutely loved your taste. "think you can be a good girl and suck my cock?" he murmured against your lips. You nodded eagerly with a smile, getting up with your shaky legs to kneel in front of him as he sat back on the couch.

His hands undid his belt, slipping it out of the jean holes before unbuttoning them. He pulled his jeans down enough until they hit his ankles, leaving him in his dark colored boxers.

The tent was large from his hard cock, waiting to be freed. You watched intently as his cock sprang free, his hand immediately grabbing a fistful of your hair to bring your face closer to him.

"go on," he mumbled huskily with a smile, his grip weakening on your hair. You looked back at him, clearly started and confused. He never let you do it on your own. He normally was the one the guide your head, fuck your face until your jaw hurt. But truthfully, you liked it.

You liked how he dominated you, no matter what you were doing. And to be honest, he liked it too. Fuck, he loved it. He loved how open you were to him, literally allowing him to do whatever he wanted to you. Something that he never got from his wife.

Your wide eyes told him everything he wanted, no. You wanted him to control you. He let out a chuckle, "what's wrong, baby? too shy?" he asked teasingly, his thumb playing at your lower lip.

You opened your mouth, allowing him to press his thumb flat against your tongue, sucking around his digit. He pulled it out with a small pop, a smirk on his face at your obedience.

His grip on your hair became tight as his other hand grabbed his cock, bringing the tip to rub on your lips. "open," he commanded, you immediately following his orders.

He pushed your head down on his cock, your tongue flattening around his girthy base. A deep groan came from him as you hollowed your cheeks out, now sucking.

Your hand held his thigh as he began moving your head up & down on his length, your other one pumping what couldn't fit. He threw his head back, a broken groan leaving his lips as you quickened your pace.

"what a pretty fucking mouth," he moaned out, your tongue now swirling around his tip. You moaned lightly from the praise, closing your eyes as tears pricked them. Your moan sent vibrations through him, making him groan again.

You held back a gag as his tip nearly hit the back of your throat, tears slowly slipping from your eyes and down your cheeks. "so fucking pretty," he murmured, drunk on pleasure.

His thumb came forward to wipe away the tears, enjoying the way he could feel your mouth happily suck on him. He let out a moan, his hips bucking up into your mouth as he held your head still.

He held your head still before thrusting up, fucking your face. You let out a whimper through your nose, trying to catch your breath, but letting him continue anyways. His cock twitched in your mouth as you knew he grew close.

He moaned louder, his voice strained as he said, "fuck- about- aboutta cum." You sucked harder now, your tongue massaging his veiny base before he let out a groan.

"fuck!" he slowed his thrusts down as he orgasmed, ropes of cum coating your tongue. You moaned, slowly bobbing your head to ride out his high. You pulled back, swallowing everything before sticking out your tongue, showing him that you swallowed.

He hazily smirked, pulling you up by your arms to lay you down on the couch. He caught your lips in a rough kiss, his hands spreading your thighs open. "you're so fucking good," he mumbled, aligning himself with your entrance.

Your hands flew to his back, your palms massaging his back muscles. With a swift motion, he pushed his length into you. A gasp which was broken into a moan left you as he surprised you by shoving in half of his length in one go.

He moaned lowly, his head dropping to the crook of your neck as he continued to slowly push his length into you. "god, i missed this pussy so fucking much," he groaned out, getting his entire cock inside of you.

You moaned as the base of his cock stretched you out, relishing the slight burning sensation. He pulled his hips back, quickly snapping them forward as he started with a rough pace.

"shit!" you yelped as he barely gave you time to adjust. "fuck!" he mewled, his cock rapidly pumping in & out of you. The sounds of skin slapping reverberated as he continued his rough thrusts.

You pushed his back down, pressing his chest against yours. He moaned as he felt you clench around him, a burning in his arms and hips beginning as he held himself up. But you felt so fucking good, he just couldn't stop.

Your leg wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to help out his thrusts. You moaned loudly as his tip hit that spongey spot, a loud curse leaving your lips. "fuck! right there!"

He groaned at your noises, his hand holding your hip to position himself at a different angle before thrusting harsher. He threw his head back as he felt his tip graze your spot, giving him shocks of pleasure.

You kissed his neck, holding yourself back from sucking on him. It was a rule, no marking him. No scratches, no hickeys, no kissing with lipstick (to avoid kiss marks), no markings, no trace of you.

You helplessly licked at a spot you so desperately wanted to suck, it almost made you sad. Tom took notice of this, "suck, baby. it's okay, fuck- do it."

You heard the words, but you couldn't. You shook your head, a moan coming from you as he hit your spot again. His finger came down to your clit, rubbing it sweetly as you felt your abdomen grow tight.

" 'm close, cum with me," he said into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. You let out a whimper as his cock shoved itself fully into you, his tip hitting your spot, his finger rubbing your clit and his lips sucking at your sweet spot, sending you to your orgasm on the spot.

He grunted as you clenched around him, shooting his pumps of cum into you. You moaned lightly at the sensation of his cum filling you up. You both panted as you came down from your highs, and it was always at this moment when you realized, that was it.

You two would hangout a little, he'd make you feel special. Make you feel like it was real. Then you two would fuck, hang out a little longer, then leave. He'd go back home to his wife, acting like absolutely nothing ever happened.

Your emotions came crashing down on you as he pulled himself off, gently panting. His arms came around your waist, pulling you to help you sit up. "you okay?" he asked, his thumbs rubbing your side.

You stared into his eyes, watching them dance over you to make sure he didn't go too far. "yeah," you replied flatly, now moving yourself out of his grip.

His eyes were beautiful. They brown, dark brown. He had the type of eyes that you wished you could wake up to. The type of eyes you wished that would look at you with more than just lust.

You turned to look at him again, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he pulled his boxers on. His hand came out to rub your thigh, "what's wrong?".

You looked down at his hand, your heart stinging at the sight of his wedding band. A silver band that perfectly hugged his ring finger, his wife's initials carved into the side.

"i think you should leave," you muttered, now moving your thigh out of his sight. He was taken aback by your sudden change of mode. "what?" he sat up, no longer leaning back on the couch.

You let out a small sigh through your nose, pursing your lips as you wiped yourself with a napkin before pulling your clothes back on. "you need to leave, tom." you put your robe back on.

You said his name through gritted teeth, the name leaving a nasty taste in your mouth. His head jerked to the side by your tone. Your hands hurriedly grabbed the snacks, tossing them into the plastic bag.

"wait- what? can you just- slow down for a second!" he spoke louder, pulling the rest of his clothes back on. Your chest felt heavy as you collected the wine glasses, placing them into your kitchen sink.

You let out a frustrated sigh, your hands gripping the sides of the sink. "i said leave, tom," you said louder, hoping he would just listen. Tom scurried to his feet, joining you in the kitchen.

"baby, just- talk to me," he pleaded, his hand reaching to hold your waist before you shoved his grip off. "stop calling me that!" you shouted.

His eyes widened, his eyes rapidly going up & down your frame, searching for a sign that you were just joking. "what the fuck? what's wrong?!"

"go home, Tom. i said leave!" you shouted, walking back into the living room. You distracted yourself by tidying up the couch, organizing the tossed pillows.

"why are you kicking me out?! tell me what's wrong!"

"because you have a fucking wife, Tom!" you yelled, turning to look at him with wide eyes. "she's waiting for you at home, go back to her!"

"why the fuck do you care about her?! since when are you caring about her?!"

"since forever!"

He scoffed, rubbing his eyebrow. "well, you didn't care about her the last eight times we fucked. what's changed now? what, i didn't fuck you good enough tonight? is that it?" he asked, looking for the possibilities which might've caused you to react this way.

His words cut you deep. 'you didn't care about her the last eight times we fucked.' He had no idea. No idea about the guilt and utter shame you felt each time he left. Truly, it wasn't the guilt you felt for his wife.

You had to be completely honest, you hated his wife. And secretly, you loved fucking him behind her back. She was a bitch. A bratty woman who had no sympathy for others, simply because of her title in the industry.

It ignited something in you knowing that she couldn't satisfy him sexually the way you did. Which is why he always came back to you. But it wasn't what you wanted. You didn't want him to come back to you. You wanted him to come to you, always.

You wished the empty spots next to the door were filled by his shoes. The cold space next to you in bed longed to be warmed by his body. The dishes in the sink to be occupied by two plates instead of just one.

You scoffed at him and his ridiculous words. How blind and idiotic could he be to not see your feelings. You shook your head, feeling the rage bubble up inside you as tears glossed your eyes.

"get the fuck out," you scoffed out coldly. He shook his head, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes stern on you, "no. tell me what is going on."

"get out!" you yelled, walking back to your room. You stormed in, slamming the door shut behind you which was rejected by Tom bursting in, right behind you.

"i'm not leaving until you talk to me!"

"your wife is probably looking for you, now go!"

"i don't give a fuck! talk to me!"

"why do you wanna talk to me! why don't you go talk to her!" you yelled back. His hand tightly grabbed your arm, pulling you back to face him.

"because I don't give a fuck about her! i give a fuck about you!"

His hands held your shoulders tightly, his enraged eyes staring deeply into yours, his lips pursed with frustration.

You scoffed, still incredibly angry. "why do you give a fuck about me, i'm not your fucking wife!" you told him. Even though it hurt you saying it, it was the cold truth.

"but I wish you fucking were!" he yelled, shaking your shoulders lightly. He panted heavily, tired of yelling. Tired of the built up emotions. Tired of pretending.

"I fucking love you, Y/N! what don't you understand?!" he yelled again, even louder.

"what do you even mean?!" you replied loudly, completely and utterly taken aback. He groaned loudly, dropping his head low before back up.

"I want you! I want you, Y/N! it's always been you! fuck! for the past 12 fucking years, it always been you!"

You stared at him, eyebrow's furrowed with confusion, mouth slightly agape. He groaned again, shoving his face in his hands, throwing his head back.

He removed his hands from his face, looking at you with a dead-serious face. "i'm tired of pretending like i don't think about you everyday. im tired of pretending like i don't care. i'm tired of going back home to a woman that's not you!"

His words hit you like a truck. You watched his demeanor. Forehead slightly sweaty, eyes low as they watched you, hands balled while his arms flexed in frustration. He wasn't lying. He knew you were looking for a sign. A sign that he wasn't being truthful. That he was just saying this to make you stay.

He knew you, better than you knew yourself. He shook his head gently, stepping forward to take your face in his hands as he spoke softly. "i want you, Y/N. i- i need you," he begged, pressing his forehead against yours.

You stayed silent, your hands gently cupping his elbows as he held your face. You had questions. Why? If it was always you, why did he marry her? Why did he never say anything? Why now? Why not sooner? Why not save you & himself from all this pain?

He read your thoughts exactly as he sighed out from your silence, "i was lost. so lost. especially when you got engaged to that asshole i just- i didn't know what to do. and she.. she was just there. i thought i just had to move on," he confessed quietly, his voice cracking here & there.

You were engaged a while back, but soon broke it off when you realized you were doing a terrible mistake. You realized the day you tried on the dress, you imagined yourself walking down the isle. And in your head, you couldn't even bare to see another man standing at the altar, a man that wasn't Tom.

You caught his lips in a kiss, a passionate one. He sighed out with relief at your kiss, his hands wrapping around you tightly as he pulled you to the bed, hugging you tightly.

"i love you, i love you," he repeated against your lips inbetween kisses. The weight of holding his love for you had been lifted off his shoulders. You kissed him back, holding his face with your hands as your lips molded together.

Not with a single ounce of lust, just pure love. You pulled away after a couple of moments, both of you panting heavily to catch your breath. It was silent, a good silent.

"so.. what's going to happen with her?"

You asked him, your eyes flickering toward the wedding band. He looked at it too, then glancing back at you with a smile. He slipped the ring off, tossing it somewhere on the bed before kissing your lips again.

"you don't have to worry about her, i promise. i'll take care of that." he reassured you, a smile on his face while his fingers ran through your hair. You nodded, smiling gently.

"i love you," you both whispered in sync.

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GUYS LEAVE IDEAS PLSSSS

a/n: what did y'all think ?:)

#tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x reader #evieskiesss #georg listing #gustav schäfer #smut #tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader

[keikikait]

ᴄᴀꜱᴜᴀʟ (ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader (not au, reader is early to mid 20's)

word count: 2.3k

summary: you're gojo's safe space after long, hard battles.

warnings: angsty (ish), gojo plays with the reader's emotions, reader is naïve, suggestive but no outright smut, not proofread

a note: will i ever write gojo normally?

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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Everything is a routine with him.

From how he gets ready, to how he goes to work, he has a strict and set routine. He needs order, he needs to be in control because if he isn’t in control he fails. He becomes weak. Vulnerable.

You’re no exception to his need for control. He comes to you after every fight, unscathed but angry, stressed, and exhausted. And he expects you to be right where he left you, waiting for him.  You never know when he’ll show up, expecting your open arms and a warm bed. You sometimes stay up all night, waiting by the door, getting up to check out the peephole over and over again, because maybe in the last 5 seconds, he appeared outside your front door. You would sometimes sleep in the genkan, curled up in a ball leaning against your shoe closet, just in case.

Satoru would knock three times before barging into your apartment if you didn’t open the door fast enough. He didn’t have a key, he didn’t want one, and you had replaced your front door too many times now. He wouldn’t speak, just push himself into your apartment, and pin you to the wall. He would kiss you sometimes if you were good and if you begged enough. He didn’t like kissing, to him it was a form of attachment. He would never get attached to you, and you knew this. You weren’t Geto. You never had a chance to be with him. It was just casual, with no attachments. 

You always held him after a fight. He would bury his face in your neck, clinging to you, his legs trapping your body against his chest as he relaxed in your embrace. You were his safe space after dealing with work, fighting curses, anything. You were his in these gentle moments, sitting in silence, rubbing his back while a TV show played in the background, hoping that this time he would say something to you, anything. He never did. It drove you crazy, your thoughts of self-doubt eating you alive, wondering if you were good enough at all. You felt like a piece of meat he would cut chunks off of before shoving you back into the depths of the freezer. Gojo was using you; holding you close and breathing in the scent of the perfume he bought you before escalating the situation, melting you with soft kisses and little whispers, and before you knew it he was buried inside of you to the hilt. You would make love in your bedroom all night. It was euphoric in some strange way. He would cum inside before standing up and redressing, not even bothering to throw you a towel. He was so casual, smirking down at you before giving you a pat on the cheek and leaving your apartment, and then your routine would start all over again.

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You had spent your evening preparing for his arrival. You knew he was fighting something, someone, but you didn’t know who. You decided to call him, phone pressed between your ear and your shoulder as you tidied up your bedroom, putting all of your clothes into your hamper. He didn’t answer. He never does. You started to wonder why you even had his number in the first place. You forget about it, setting your phone aside as you continue to clean. You almost went to bed this time. You wipe your hands on a dishtowel, walking past the genkan when you hear three, hard knocks on your front door. You quickly spin on your heel, unlocking the door and pulling it open right before Gojo decides to start kicking it in.

Your eyes land on him. You can tell he’s already furious the moment he crosses the threshold, his gaze sharp and intent. Gojo walks farther into your apartment while you slam the door shut, your eyes meeting for the briefest of moments. You can see him swallow hard, a tic appearing on his neck as the tension in his body is almost palpable. The two of you stand a safe distance away from each other, both unsure of what to say. “Why did you call,” he finally asks, his voice cold and formal.

“I wanted to know if you were coming over,” You say softly, almost a whisper.

Gojo looks away, his eyes traveling over the room and then back to you. When he speaks again, there’s a new edge to his tone. “Did you think it was a good idea to interrupt a fight with a hundred-year-old curse?” he asks, sounding amused. Your eyes widen as you realize the implications of that statement. “You distracted me. I lost focus. I almost got the kids killed. Do you know what you’ve done?”

You flinch, your eyes retreating downward. “I didn’t know--”

“You didn’t know?” Gojo says, a hint of irritation now creeping in. “Do you understand what would’ve happened if I lost focus for even a second?” You shake your head, trying to explain that you didn’t mean to call him but he cuts you off before you can get a word in. “You’re a distraction,” he says, the anger clear in his voice. “You’ve always been a distraction.”

“Gojo, I’m sorry,” You say softly, stepping closer to him. “I didn’t mean to.”

He steps away immediately, not letting you get any closer to him. “I know you didn’t mean to,” he says, but there’s no sympathy in his voice. “I never think you mean to when you do things like this, but the fact of the matter is, you always do.” His voice is cold, and you can feel the anger radiating off of him.

After a beat, you speak, “I’m sorry.”

Gojo doesn’t reply immediately. He just stares at you, the anger still burning inside of him. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he speaks again. “I don’t want your apologies,” he says, his tone even colder now. “I don’t need your apologies.”

Your eyebrows furrow and you step closer, “Gojo-”

"Don't." The way Gojo says this one word is like a slap to the face, the way it stops you in your tracks. You freeze, your feet frozen in place as you look at him. A flicker of hurt flashes across his face, but it's gone just as soon as it came, replaced by the coldness and anger again. “Don’t come closer.” He takes a breath, trying to calm down and collect his thoughts. “I want you to understand something,” he says, his voice more even now. “Don’t call me. Ever again. Okay?”

You nod, stepping back.

"And don’t come to my place, either,” he continues, "unless I ask you to. Because every time you show up uninvited...I end up losing focus...and I can't let that happen. Not anymore." His voice is cold and formal like he's giving you instructions rather than making a request. But there's also something else behind that coldness, something that hurts just as much. Does he not want you around anymore? Is he sick of you?

He stares at you for a second before gathering you in his arms and holding you close to his chest. You freeze up. You can feel the beat of his heart against your body as he holds you to him, his arms wrapped tightly around you. You try to breathe normally, but the air feels strained and shaky, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. Gojo doesn't say anything else, just holds you in silence for a moment before placing his head against your neck. He relaxes his grip, but his arms are still around you as if he's afraid to let you go.

You hesitantly reach out and rub his back. Gojo exhales slowly, and you can feel his muscles slowly begin to loosen under your touch. When he speaks again, his voice is softer, more gentle, though there's still an edge to it. "I just need you to know," he says, sounding more vulnerable than you've ever heard him before, "that I care about you. I really do. But..." He trails off, seeming at a loss for words.

“But?” You urge him to finish his sentence.

Gojo sighs, running his fingers through your hair. "But I can't...I can't afford to care about you. Not in the way you want me to," he confesses, sounding pained as he says these words. "Not anymore. Not at the expense of my duty."

You gulp. “We’re just casual, Gojo. You know that.”

His arms tense around you for a moment, and he closes his eyes. "Yeah, I know," he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know."

"Care about me in your own way," You say, lightly dragging your fingernails down his back.

His breath catches in his throat, and the muscles in his neck tense as you run your nails down his back. He sucks in a deep breath, keeping his eyes closed. "That isn't the issue," he says quietly, his voice unsteady.

“Then what is?” You ask.

Gojo pauses, as if he's trying to collect himself. "The thing is...I care about you too much," he confesses, the words coming out in a rush. "I care about you too much, and I can't allow myself to do that."

“What do you mean?” You ask, although you have an idea as to why he’s feeling this way.

Gojo is quiet for a moment, as if he's choosing his words carefully. "You know that...being in a relationship isn't in the cards for me, right?"

You nod. You’ve heard the tales of Suguru Geto, and you know that he’s truly only ever been the person for Gojo. As hard as you try, and as perfect as you are, you’ll never be Geto. You’ll never mean as much to him as Geto did.

"So, then you know that I can't let myself care too much about you," he continues, his voice steady now. "I can't let myself feel too much. Because if I do, that's when I start to lose focus...when I start to lose myself...and I can't risk that."

You bite your tongue to keep the tears at bay. You always knew this was coming, the day when he started to doubt your relationship, doubt you. He was chewing you up and spitting you out like you were a piece of dried octopus. You had never considered yourself tough. Were you enough for him? Or were you just a stupid, naïve girl for expecting the strongest sorcerer of all to fall for you? 

You finally find your voice. "Then don't. It's casual. We're just...friends with benefits. No attachments."

Gojo gives a small laugh, even though there's no humor in it. "Is that right?" he says softly, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Then why do you keep calling me? Why did you call me in the middle of a fight, hmm?"

There’s the Gojo you know; condescending. “You know that was an accident.” You whisper.

"Was it?" Gojo asks, his voice still soft but there's an underlying edge to it now. His grip tightens on you. "Or were you trying to get my attention? To distract me?"

“No, I wasn’t trying to distract you.” You say, desperation lacing your voice. “I swear.”

Gojo's eyes narrow, and you can feel his body tense around you as he stares at you. "Prove it," he says simply. "Prove to me that you don't want my attention."

You hesitate, knowing you can’t prove him wrong. You want his attention, you want him to come home to you every night. You try to speak, but nothing comes out.

“Exactly,” Gojo says, the quiet satisfaction in his voice making your blood run cold. “It's in your nature to want to distract me. To want to take my attention away from my duties.” You can feel his grip tighten around you. “You said we were just friends,” he says quietly, his tone almost taunting. “But you don’t act like a friend. You act like you want something more.”

“I just want you,” You admit. “In any way. I just want you, Gojo.”

Gojo stops breathing as you say this, and the silence around the two of you is almost unbearable. His grip on you tightens, and you can feel the heat of his breath on your neck. "Do you mean that?" he finally asks, his voice hoarse and low. 

You nod. “You’re all I want.”

Gojo slowly lets out a breath, and you can feel him relax his grip around you. His voice is softer now, the edge gone from it. "Then you need to promise me something," he says, his hand moving up to your chin and forcing you to look at him.

You nod again. “Anything.”

"You'll stop trying to distract me," he says, his voice cold again but with the barest hint of tenderness to it. "You'll stop calling me unless it's an actual emergency. And you'll stop trying to visit me at the school or my apartment. Because I can't afford to let myself care about you." A hint of a smile plays on his lips. "Can you do that for me?"

“Yes,” You say.

His smile widens, and he runs his fingers through your hair, gently pushing back a few strands that had fallen in front of your face. "Good," he says quietly, his tone softer now. "Good girl. Now…” He picks you up, causing you to squeak as he wraps your legs around his waist. “I’ve been waiting all week to taste you. Do you want me to eat you out? Do you want me to lick your little clit? Hmm?”

You nod desperately, letting him take control of you again as he carries you into your room. As he tosses you onto the bed and pulls your pyjama shorts down, you have to remind yourself; it’s just casual.

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iI have an idea if you'd like to write this. So I was thinking maybe the reader and Rafe are fuck buddies and they get into a fight, and then they have hate sex and then maybe in the morning, the reader wants to leave but Rafe wants more time with her

╰┈➤ hateful sex with rafe

warnings: very nsfw, degradation, choking, swearing, fluff at the end.

summary: could friends with benefits be something more?

the click of her heels was drowned out by the obnoxious, drunk looks scattered around the house. her chest heaved as she stomped through the house, making her way to the main balcony.

shoving the door open, y/n stepped over to the couch outside, plonking down on it in a huff.

“hey y/n! long time no see!” a voice called. with a reserved smile, she turned to face it. “hey top, yeah it’s been a while” she laughed awkwardly. the last thing she wanted was to be sat there with topper thornton, but what she really wanted wasn’t up for grabs.

“so where’ve you been? are you still with rafe?” he asked, sincerity in his words. y/n threw her head back in a laugh, resting her hand on his leg. “you are so funny topper! i was never with rafe..”

his eyebrows raised, leaning into her touch. “oh? i thought you guys were together, my bad” he whispered in her ear, smirking. “no, he couldn’t give me what i wanted..” she grinned, moving closer.

“what’s that?” a growl snapped from beside her, looking up, her eyes widened in feigned shock.

“oh nothing, me and top were just talking..” she spoke in a sly tone. topper froze slightly as he felt rafe’s eyes narrow in on him. “come on y/n” rafe spat, yanking her out of the chair. the grip on her arm leaving a red ring in its absence.

y/n stumbled in her heels as rafe pulled her through the house, watching as his jaw clenched in frustration.

she hasn’t had the chance to say bye to topper before she was shoved through a doorway. “what the fuck rafe!” she shouted, taking in her whereabouts.

slamming the door behind him, he stalked towards her, pinning her against the wall by her throat.

“the fuck are you doing out there huh?” he yelled back, hot breath blanketing her face. a sly smirk appeared on her lips.

“wouldn’t you like to know..” she mocked him. rafe seethed as he held her, nose to nose. “i don’t know why you care anyways, what happened to your whore?” she teased, loving the affect her words were having on him.

“oh-oh that’s what this is about? you weren’t getting the attention you wanted?” he stuttered furiously, his forearm flexing as he tightened the grip on her neck.

her silence only enraged him further, keeping his hold on her as he pushed her over to the bed, face down.

“you’re so desperate for attention you go to my bestfriend, huh? you little slut” he sneered, undoing his belt behind her.

butterflies erupted in her stomach, his hurtful word were music to her ears, only increasing the wetness spreading between her legs.

rafe pulled her dress up, bunching it around her waist, revealing her bare. a hard smack to her backside had her gasping, longing for more as she clenched around nothing.

a hand reached around to circle her clit as another tangled itself in her hair, pulling her back up against him. “fuck..” she whimpered.

“shut the fuck up, you’re lucky if i even let you cum” he whispered, reaching further to push a finger through her folds. his hot breath sent tingles down her spine.

her walls clenched around his ring clad fingers as he pumped them, moaning loudly at his fast pace.

“what the fuck did i tell you?” rafe removed his fingers suddenly, earning a needy whine.

pushing her back down, he kicked her legs apart, opening her up for him.

“is this what you want? you want my cock you needy bitch?” he teased, brushed the tip against her.

nodding furiously, she whined into the sheets, desperately looking for something to hold onto.

noticing this, he made quick work of pinning her hands behind her back before burying himself inside of her. y/n had no time to adjust to his size, her mouth agape as her ruined her from behind.

“next time, you come and get me. i don’t care who i’m with or where i am. you’re mine y/n, and you better fucking remember that” he growled, timing his thrusts with each syllable.

the coil in her stomach turned tighter and tighter as he let his anger roll through her. “rafe! rafe i-im gonna-” he cut her off, rubbing his thumb against her clit, pulling her closer to the edge.

“i’m with you baby, cum for me..” he spoke breathlessly, putting all of his effort into the last few thrusts.

her nails scratched against the sheet, pulling a few threads out as release washed over her. the muscles in her legs strained as rafe’s fingers dug into her fingers, filling her completely.

he collapsed on top of her, running his fingers along her spine softly, causing her to flinch at the ticklish spots.

his arm around her waist tightened when she struggled against him, attempting to shimmy out from underneath him.

“rafe, what are you doing?” she questioned, brows furrowed.

“stay” he slurred into the pillow, tiredness setting in. “what?”

“i said stay y/n, i want you to stay” he spoke up, turning slightly to look at her.

“you want me to stay?” she smiled, a content glint in her eyes.

“you’re mine y/n, of course i want you to stay..” he grumbled, almost as if she was supposed to know this.

rafe never wanted her to stay, in fact he was always the first to leave. over time she picked up on this, although it hurt her, she suppressed the warm feelings for the sake of what they had already.

rafe asking her to stay had her heart pacing, threatening to unlock the box she kept her feelings in.

“but you never want me to stay?” she continued her interrogation, attempting to avoid false promises.

“i want you to stay here with me from now on, you’re mine and m’gonna make sure everyone knows it..”

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