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pimosworld · 15 days
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Pairing -Joel Miller x F!reader
Summary-Joel wants to be the first
CW-18+,MDNI,NSFW, oral (f) receiving, established relationship, no outbreak Joel late 40’s, reader is unspecified legal age, reader is not described, inexperienced but not a virgin, soft dom joel, shy reader, joel is obsessed with you, pet names galore, joel is the king of patience and eating pussy
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A/N- The Joel brain rot has taken over. This was inspired by one of my fav spicy songs I’ll tag the link at the end.
[Joel Masterlist][Main Masterlist]
Not beta read
Kisses down low
His initial reaction when you’d told him was very much a Joel reaction. It startled you at first how angry he seemed, not at you of course. 
  “Whadya’ mean no one’s ever done that before?” 
  You just shrugged it off a little ashamed for whatever reason. He noticed your obvious discomfort and you shrinking in on yourself and he certainly couldn’t have that. He calmed down a bit  and asked you to explain. Your first real boyfriend didn’t think it was worth his time and another partner made you feel self conscious about it so you just stopped asking. 
  Joel had to take a few deep breaths through his nose and cursed the idiots who passed up the opportunity to appreciate you the way he knew you deserved. You never passed up the chance to show him how much you loved and cared for him. It was hard in the beginning for him to understand someone could love him so unconditionally, even with all his flaws and shortcomings. In the short time you’d known each other you brought out this side of him he thought had been long dormant. He had more patience, a lust for life that he thought was lost when Sarah moved away for college. 
  He’d reassured you that he was willing to wait as long as you needed him to until you felt ready. 
  You could tell he was doing his very best to be patient. Every time you were intimate with each other he’d give you his best puppy dog eyes as he rested his head on your stomach, waiting and hoping maybe this time would be a yes. Even through the no’s he could tell you we’re entertaining the idea. Letting it roll around in your head that Joel would never make you feel ashamed or embarrassed. 
  “I promise I’ll make ya feel good sugar.” He rasps against your ear as he lays all his weight on top of you. He stopped trying to fight you when you’d told him how it grounded you after sex to have his broad body pressing you into the mattress. 
  “I know it’s just…I can’t get out of my head.” You gasp as he rolls you over on top of him. 
  “That’s exactly what I’m tryin’ to do…get you out of that pretty little head of yours and let me take care of you.” His voice is desperate as his hands rub up and down your back. It wasn’t often you got Joel in the position to beg so you decided next time you would trust him to do what he said. 
  ****
  “Just relax baby girl.” His deep husky voice is muffled as he lays kisses to your thighs. He’s been slowly undressing you, making sure you were thoroughly distracted. 
  Your breath stutters a little as his strong hands knead at your breast. His fingers tease your nipple and the whine that leaves your mouth already has him desperate to have you making more of those sounds. 
  “Joel…what’s it feel like?” You ask, feeling a little nervous again. 
  He rests his head on your thigh while he continues rubbing soothing circles along your side and your arms. In all his years he’s never practiced this much restraint with anyone. He’s never wanted anything so bad in his life and he’ll be damned if you aren’t one hundred percent comfortable with what he’s about to do to you. 
  “Why don’t ya think about it like a kiss.” You nod your understanding as he hooks his finger with one hand and taps your hips to have you lift them. He slowly pulls your panties down your legs and grinds his hips into the mattress at the sight of you. 
  Joel’s got you so worked up you can feel the slick dripping out of you onto the mattress below. You’ve never felt so protected and yet so vulnerable. So exposed and also powerful at the same time. 
  “Jesus…you’re prettier than a peach.” 
  You chuckle a little at his words and the fact that you don’t think he meant to say it out loud. 
  His broad shoulders settle between your thighs as his thumbs spread you open. You can feel his warm breath fan across your lips and just that sensation has your head dropping back against the pillow. He doesn’t mean to laugh but he had no idea how sensitive you’d be…he’s barely touched you and you’re shaking like a leaf. 
  Joel’s rock hard in his jeans, not having bothered to strip down. When you said you were ready he only had one thing on his mind and it damn sure wasn’t gettin’ comfortable. All he’s been able to think about the last few weeks is how he’ll be the first one to claim you, to taste you and make you come apart on his tongue. In his mind he already owns you and your willingness to submit to him has him daydreaming more than he’d care to admit. 
  “You ready sweetheart?” His voice is almost unrecognizable as he stares at his prize already soaking wet for him. 
  You nod feverishly as his mouth descends on you. You suck in a breath as his tongue wastes no time working you open. His strong hands grip your thighs as he licks and sucks at your clit. You’re so keyed up it feels like you’re embarrassingly close to your first orgasm as you clamp your hand over your mouth to quiet your moans. 
  One of his hands reaches up to you as he clasps his fingers in yours. “Nuh uh baby girl, I’ve been waitin’ ages for this. I want to hear all those little noises you make.”
  He dives back in, his big nose rubs at your clit while his tongue dips into your hole. A high pitched whine leaves your mouth as you instinctively reach down with your other hand to tug at his curls. He’s growling into your pussy, so drunk off you and the way you taste. “Fuck Joel…please.” You whimper into the air as you buck your hips, seconds from cresting over. 
  Joel’s never been so turned on by the sounds you’re making. He can tell you’re close and the swell of pride in his chest that you’ve fully let go for him is something he can’t describe. He almost feels bad for what he’s about to put you through because there’s no way he’s going back to the way things were before. Your poor little pussy is gonna be so abused by the time he’s had his fill of you. 
  “Come on baby.” His eyes meet yours as you fight to keep your head up. He knows you can do it, he can feel the way your thighs clench around his head. He wants to see if you can without his fingers, wants to watch you fall apart on his tongue as he wrings every last drop of rational thought from your brain. 
  His tongue circles your clit in swift motions as you let out an inaudible whine. Your head drops back between your shoulders as your heels dig into his back. You can barely get out his full name as your climax rocks into you, your vision is sparkly behind your eyes as you hear him whispering sweet words far off in the distance. 
  It takes you both a moment to catch your breath as he places kisses along your thighs just resting his head there. Not even wanting to bother with the damp spot on the mattress where he came with you. He doesn’t even care or feel embarrassed when he can’t remember the last time he felt this good. 
  “Joel…” Your voice is a little hoarse as you clear your throat. 
  “Ya sugar.” 
  “Can we…do that again?” 
  He huffs out a laugh in a small moment of triumph. “Anytime you want.” 
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ourautumn86 · 1 year
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prompt for pedro pascal pulling you back into his thrusts as you try to crawl up the bed from overstimulation, tears rolling down your cheeks, it's too much ✨️
a/n; i changed pedro for joel miller! hope you don’t mind. the explanation for this will be on pedro pascal’s masterlist at the end of this fic <333 love u xxx
no cause you’d be on your fifth orgasm and he won’t stop fucking into you over and over again, overstimulation making you sob against his sheets and bury your face on his pillow so you’d muffle the screams and pity moans and whimpers that left your lips.
“joel…” you’d beg, his hands harshly taking your hips to keep your ass up for him, your cunt sticky and wet with your cum, which now rims the base of his cock in a white ring. “please, too much, too much!” you’d cry out, stuttering, your words being a mess due to his relentless thrusting. you were losing your mind. he was fucking into you as if it were his only fucking job.
you’d try and crawl away from him, but it would only make it worse. he’d flip you so you’d be on your back and pull you back onto his dick, his breath against your lips and one of your hands pinning your to the sheets by your neck. you’re seeing stars when he brushes your cervix, the air thin on your lungs and your brain fucking dizzy.
“don’t fucking run from me.” he’d groan, and you’d whimper, ‘cause he felt and hurt so good at the same time that you couldn’t stop your hands from scratching at his back, trying to not fly away into space, make your body stay anchored here, in between his arms, on his bed. “that’s it.” he’d moan when your walls start to tighten around his cock once again, the sounds from your cunt taking him filling the room with wet squelches that would only turn him on even more. “good girl. take it. fucking take it.” he’d whisper against your lips, and your back would arch when his fingers would sneak down your body to meet your clit.
you’d scream his name, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “joel, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna-“
“cum for me, baby. cum all over my cock.” and with that you’d be falling apart in between his arms, your vision turning white and your ears ringing due to the intensity of your orgasm, your thighs shaking around his hips as your moans would get louder and your walls getting impossibly tighter around him, making him moan and fuck you through it, too close to his own edge.
he made sure to leave you full of his cum, and you made sure to let it drip down your legs the next morning, knowing pretty well that you’d end up bent over the kitchen counter and fucked senseless by him once again.
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oh lord😭 i want him so bad i’m rotting
pedro pascal masterlist! <3
xxx
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b1mbodoll · 7 months
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The jay one is rotting my brain as we speak
😵
but honestly do you have anything on your mind rn?
pairings: lee heeseung x f! reader
warnings: breeding + creampies + dacryphilia + dubcon + inflation + daddy kink
💌: glad u liked it nonnie <3 i do have smth on my mind rn and that’s breeding ‘nd creampies with heeseung
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heeseung is not so secretly into pumping load after load of thick cum inside your tight cunt, constantly “forgets” to put on a condom before sliding his long cock inside of you. ignores your whines and pleas for him to pull out cus he knows you love it just as much, love the feeling of being stuffed to the brim, his cum flooding your womb and dripping out of you. he could spend all day buried inside of you and trust, he tries getting you to stay underneath him for as long as possible.
“hee you can’t! don’t cum inside, please pull out pleasepleaseplease,” your cries fall on deaf ears, heeseung having no intention of pulling out, not when he’s so close and your warm walls are sucking him in. “shut up,” he groans, rolling his eyes. “jus’ enjoy it, you know ‘s gonna feel good, just take it, sweetheart.” you’re full-on sobbing now, scratching at his back as he fucks you harder, headboard thumping against the wall.
you cum first, pussy clenching around his cock and the feeling of your spasming walls sends him over the edge, cockhead kissing your cervix and his cum shooting deep inside of you. “feel so f-full,” you tell him, “swear i can feel you in my tummy, daddy.” he grins, slipping his thumb between your lips and pressing down on your tongue. “yeah, baby? want me t’do it again? want me to fuck your messy cunt full of my cum til ‘s leakin’ out your fuckin’ mouth, isn’t that right?” you both know he couldn’t possibly stuff you so full of cum it dripped out your mouth but that doesn’t stop you from squeezing around his cock again, nodding dumbly at his words.
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konigsblog · 27 days
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The thought of the reader having such a nasty dream unaware it was König humping them in their sleep is making me drool, Orla, when you feel better pretty please write that, it would be so awesome
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absolutely, my brain has been rotting with this idea, i'm glad you're interested in hearing about it... 🐙
TW: SOMNOPHILIA, NON-CON/DUB-CON, PERVY-KÖNIG, AFAB!F!READER. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. 18+
könig isn't against taking you whilst you're asleep. of course, it's non-consensual – but for könig, the anticipation rushing through his body leaves him feeling horny and excited, with his stupidly large cock pressed against your tight ass.
humping you like a pervert isn't abnormal, for könig at least. he's done this countless times, but finally using your sleeping and unconscious body to rub against and use selfishly leaves him even harder than usual now that you're fast asleep, giving könig easy access.
your weak body is pressed against könig, his hard and clothed dick rubbing against your tight rear. he doesn't discard his boxers, leaking in them ‘til a patch appears with his fluids dripping out his wet tip. you moan and mumble quietly, squirming ever so slightly, held firmly by könig who whispers filthy things in your ear, your body reacting to his pleasure.
the sounds of your breathing only get louder, ‘til you're awake and looking around with confusion visible in your face, eyelids heavy and adjusting to the darkness in the room.
you whimper quietly, whilst könig tells you to go back to sleep, that you're just dreaming, having a wet dream – like a naughty girl.
you poor thing, you're so naïve to sleep around him knowing how disgusting and deranged he can become when he needs an outlet for his release, and through your confused, tired state, you fall back asleep with könig rutting and grinding his hips against you constantly, ‘til he's spurting his load into his boxers, your panties wet as a reaction to his depraved actions.
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vexedcoast · 2 months
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a/n : possessive ellie williams brain rot . thank you .
warnings : dom!ellie , pillow princess reader, afab genitalia described, daddy kink, slight dumbification kink, fem reader, semi public sex, implied consent .
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ellie who is possessive . not just , protective but intoxicatingly possessive . not towards you —— no no no .
she knows you’re as loyal as a dog . more than happy to bark for her on your hands &. knees at the slightest command of down girl . lapping up ellie’s touch like a moth to a flame .
but others ? breathing in the same room as you is a goddamn privilege they should be thanking her for .
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crescent shaped bruises form on your waist while you’re pulled taut to her chest , her chin on your shoulder . lips pressing against your ear. your head tucked into her chest —— one of her hands brushing through your hair .
“ what did he say? you ran back to me so fast? did he say something? did he touch you? did he look at you like a pervert? tell me bunny, right now . ”
it was snarled out —— the man in question in her line of sight . calculations running through her head of how quickly she could slit his throat .
“ els , nothing . he just grabbed my coat from the closet since he was closer than me . ”
though, nothing you said could have quelled her nearly primal rage . you were yanked to a room not too far from the one the both of you were just in . her hand was quick to capture your wrists — pinning your frame against the wall , lips ensnaring your own .
“ i don’t wanna hear you even refer to him ever again . got it ? ”
in less than a blink of the eye , you were on a table top —— legs spread wide for her like the last supper . rough hands shoving your skirt out of the way , not bothering to apologize for the broken zipper .
callused fingers find your clit with ease, moving in a rough — fast pattern .
“ you’re mine . you’re mine . you’re fucking mine . ”
sharp rhetorical phrases while her other hand slipped down . fingers pressing into your dripping heat , unable to hold back a near yelp at the feeling . she knew you like the back of her hand .
“i’m all yours els please just — . ”
ellie curled her fingers upwards , laughing at the way you nearly panted like a bitch in heat from just a simple motion . no man or woman alive could make you feel so good &. you both knew it . she was relentless, driven with nothing but jealousy &. pride . not even giving you a second to catch your breath . your back arching off the table within moments . fingers moving harder, and faster — making eyes rolling to the back of your head over and over . her eyes remained onto yours the entire time , as yours onto her . you were blindly loyal puppy . she wanted to protect you, no needed to. had to. only she knew how to treat you like you deserve.
only she could have such control like this with just two fingers inside & a thumb on your clit . she’d only been at it for a few minutes .
“ atta girl , cum for me . cum on daddy’s fingers . scream my name so he knows who you belong to . ”
you swear you can see stars from the high heavens above as she curled her fingers right against your spot —— urging you over the edge . her wish was your command , riding out your high on her fingers with her name tumbling from your lips like a prayer to an ancient god .
“ such a good puppy . who do you belong to? ”
a hand wrapped around your throat while soaked fingers pushed past your plump lips —– before fully opening your mouth, a quick “ you daddy . ” was babbled several times . it seemed that was sufficient enough — before you could open fully , your sweet taste filled your mouth — her thumb pressing down on your tongue . eagerly sucking on her fingers like a woman starved . how cute.
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seeingivy · 3 months
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french toast
ryomen sukuna x f!reader
an: enabled by @babiemay thank her for giving me the BIGGEST best friends older brother sukuna brain rot i've ever had in my life. (ooc sukuna again btw)
**part of my best friends (older brother) fic
previous part linked here
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based on the seventeen years that sukuna has known you, he figures that you’ve already worked up some type of overthinking storm in your head when you arrive at his apartment two days later. and he knows for a fact that he’s right, because you’re at his doorstep with a pinched look on your face, clutching your purse like you’re about to get robbed. 
“hi pretty girl. did someone make an attempt on your life today?” 
you can feel your cheeks burning at the term of endearment, so phased you can barely coherently respond - or understand - what it is he said. 
“no?” you respond, nearly sweating under his eye contact as he smiles. 
“then why are you looking at me like you think i’m going to eat you?” he asks, annoyed as he gestures for you to walk into the kitchen. 
you feel your head run in a spiral, at the implication of his words, as he places his hands flat on your shoulders, and guides you to sit at the stool on his little kitchen island. the entire ordeal - the breakfast, the fact that he’s peeling off your coat and pressing a kiss to your temple, and the lingering touches - they make your skin burn, almost itch with nervousness. 
he stands on the other side of the counter, leaning forward on his forearms, as he smiles at you. and you try your best to figure out what exactly it is that’s beaming in his eyes as he leans forward. 
“pick your poison.” 
you feel yourself pale. 
“huh?” 
he frowns, as he leans back. 
“for breakfast? what did you want to eat?” he clarifies. 
you breathe a sigh of relief. 
“anything’s okay. don’t trouble yourself. i-i can even help.” 
you walk over to his side, pulling up your sleeves and giving him a peachy smile, as he takes the opportunity to step towards you. your back hits the counter and sukuna makes it a point - resting both of his arms at your sides - as he traps you within his hold. 
“talk.” he states, almost sternly. 
“hm?” 
sukuna leans closer, leaning his forehead against yours, as he takes a deep breath. it reminds you vividly, of two nights ago, when he pulled you straight onto his lap. and murmured into your skin that you were his pretty girl. and that he was going to prove it to you. 
“talk.” he states, the tone in his voice irritated. 
you look up at him, at his eyes razor focused in on yours, and spot no inclination of irritation on his face. despite the fact that you were almost positive that it was dripping from his tone. though, you always found him particularly hard to read.  
“now.” he murmurs. 
you sigh. 
“what are you trying to do right now?” you ask. 
he rolls his eyes. there’s the irritation you were hearing. 
“make you breakfast.” he deadpans. 
“is that all?” 
“what are you getting at?” he asks. 
sukuna often finds that talking to you is like digging a hole. that it takes patience. because he’s not going to find what he’s looking for forthright. but he knows for a fact that there’s something down there. 
it’s aggravating. but he persists.  
“promise you won’t make fun?” you ask. 
“i will do no such thing.” 
“sukuna.” you whine, crossing your hands against your chest. 
sukuna finds this part of you endearing. because it reminds him of all the different ways he’s seen you. when you were four and barging into his house to play wii with his little brother, explaining barbie movies at the dinner table, and tagging along on his family vacation when he was fourteen. 
and how after all this time, you still have the same tendencies. you bounce your right leg when you’re nervous, tuck your hair behind your ears when you’re finished rambling, and curl your hands into little fists and cross your arms - entirely unable to meet his eyes - when you’re embarrassed. 
sukuna clears his throat, as you look up at him. and you know the expression all too well. that he’ll wait all day if he has to. 
“no making fun. i’m serious, sukuna.” 
“it’s almost like you know you’re going to say something stupid.” 
“don’t call my feelings stupid.” you murmur. 
“well, i’ll keep calling them stupid until you tell me what they are. i’ll be honest if you let me.” 
this is something you can appreciate about sukuna. that he won’t beat around the bush. or say things just to coddle. it’s the same as the other night, where you told him about what happened at the bar, when he didn’t rush to your defense like almost everyone else does. and when it comes to this, you figure that he’ll be straightforward. 
“are you trying to have sex with me right now?” you ask. 
you look at sukuna, specifically at the way his eyes widen, before he breaks out into a laugh. and not just any laugh, because he’s nearly keeling over with how amusing he finds it. howling even. and it makes even more blood rush to your cheeks, humiliated for even bringing it up. 
sukuna grins, lifting his hands up from the sides of the counter and wrapping them around your neck.you can feel your breath hitch in your throat, as you instinctively shut your eyes. he’s going to be straightforward. 
“your feelings are stupid.” he whispers, right into your skin. 
you pull back, staring at him dumbfounded, as he places one of his hands on your waist. and he’s staring back at you, the expression in his face slightly amused. 
“that’s not nice.” 
“i’m not a nice person.” 
it’s frustrating. the tone that he uses with you. it teeters between placating and teasing you and you find it hard to decide which one exactly it is. and it seeps right under your skin, lets your irritation come to a head faster than it usually would.
“okay, well. sue me! you had no problems doing god knows what in my room the other day. and-and then you were making jokes about how you were going to eat me. the second that i got here. and-and you know how you are-” 
“and what’s that?” 
you pause.
“what?” 
“you said you know how you are. well, i don’t. enlighten me please.” he clarifies. 
sukuna’s pleased with himself. because he’s figured out exactly what it is, that’s brewing in that head of yours. and naturally, he has every intention to make you mince your words. 
“you-” 
you’re not sure how to say this. if there’s a polite way to call him what he is. 
“i’m what? a manwhore?” he asks. 
“no! you-” 
“you think i’m a horny freak, right? that i want to lift you up, take your skirt off, and have you right here on my kitchen counter?” 
you feel your eyes go wide, as you swallow hard, and feel the nervousness take residence in your stomach. sukuna senses it fast enough and makes his efforts to diffuse it. 
“do you think i would only invite you here because i want you to please me? do you think that’s the only way i can enjoy your company?” 
you can feel yourself getting too overstimulated, your head nearly steaming - at the implication, at the way he’s looking at you, and the fact that his lips are a few feet away from yours - and his smug grin crawling underneath your skin and making you twitch. 
you cover your face with your hands, feeling the warmth on your palms, as you feel his hands curl around your wrists, prying them off of your face. and when you look up at him, at the soft smile on his face, as you can’t help but frown at him. 
“no…” 
sukuna smiles. 
“are you lying to me?” 
you deflate. 
“maybe a little.” 
sukuna secures his hands around your waist, before fully lifting you up and placing you on the counter. and he presses a lingering kiss to your cheek before he wordlessly starts rummaging through different cabinets in his kitchen and the fridge, fully intent on making you the breakfast you were promised. 
you can’t help but watch him, as he muses around his kitchen, slicing vegetables on the cutting board and fruits on the side. at how he entirely discards the conversation you just had like it was nothing. 
from two feet away, sukuna is very, very appreciative of you. because you’re not very proud. and despite your first attempts, you’re honest too. because he knows for a fact that your hesitation to state your thoughts is because you don’t want to write sukuna off as something so…lewd. even if you think it’s true. and that of course, any hesitation on your part comes from something deeper than him. 
the deep seated distaste you seem to have for yourself. though sukuna’s entirely unsure why it’s there in the first place. he slices a strawberry in half, letting the eggs cook at his side, before he makes a residence standing in between your legs. 
he hands you one of the halves of the strawberry, before popping the other in his mouth and leaning into your space. 
“i don’t think you’re a manwhore.” you clarify. 
“okay. i don’t think you’re one either.” he responds. 
you smile.
“but you do think that’s the only reason you’re here?” he pokes. 
“no! no, i don’t think that. i just-” 
you sigh, placing your hands flat on the fabric of his hoodie, as you crumple it into your fists. 
“sorry. i’m not very good at this type of thing. and-and you’re like…you know. reputation. and you obviously have needs! and megumi thinks you’re a womanizer.” 
sukuna snickers, as you release his hoodie, and you deflate slightly. mainly at the fact that he’s not offended. and letting you ramble - and say ten different things you shouldn’t - openly. 
sukuna doesn’t shy away from what exactly it is that you think of him. or what that godawful sea urchin megumi thinks either. because it’s naturally, quite simple. and somewhat true. because he finds it hard to stay in one place for a long time. and as you very keenly put it, he had needs. 
though, that rule, as sukuna was painstakingly reminded of, didn’t apply to you. because again, you transcended any normal guideline that sukuna had. which is why he was keen on making you breakfast two days later, on his day off. and make your favorite, which he specifically remembers from the camping trip. 
“i’m not sure what thing you’re referencing. and make no mistake. i don’t talk in tongues like you do. if i invite you over for breakfast, it’s because i want to eat breakfast with you.” he responds. 
“you were the one who said you were going to eat me.” you defend. 
“you were looking at me like you were scared of me. like how prey looks at a predator before it gets eaten?” 
“oh.” 
sukuna pushes off the counter as he starts plating the food onto and feels his ego inflate when you jump off the counter and cling to his arm when you realize what exactly it is that he made. 
“sukuna. i love french toast!” 
“yes. i’m well aware.” 
"how'd you know?" you ask.
sukuna looks over at you, the look in his eyes so devious, that you know you've certainly walked into something by stating it.
"you told us. on the camping trip. you've always been my pretty girl. even when you were fourteen."
you barely have time to even stomach what it is that he said as he lifts both plates as he makes a gesture for you to follow, seating the two of you back on his kitchen island. and when you settle in, sukuna gets to pick at your mind, with the questions that have been stuck in his head for the past two days. 
“before i divulge my manwhore adventures for you, you have to indulge me first. how many guys have you dated? or talked to?” sukuna asks. 
you hate sukuna’s choice of words sometimes. indulge. it’s almost like he knows he’s saying words that make you nervous. that make the sweat accumulate on the palms of your hands. 
“where’d you learn how to make french toast like this?” you ask, deflecting. 
“i asked first.” 
you swirl the eggs around on the plate - moving them from the left, to the right, and back to the left - before you answer. 
“i had a crush on this guy named dean from sixth grade to eighth grade. all of the boys in school got dared to slow dance with different girls and he picked me. it was an awkward four minutes of halo by beyonce but i loved him after that. he was funny. and cute.” 
“did you date?” he asks. 
“oh, of course not. he started liking this girl named kimi in eighth grade.” 
sukuna’s not exactly sure if this is the question he asked. but you keep going. and it’s intriguing to him nonetheless. 
“in my sophomore year of highschool, i had a crush on this guy named parker. he was kind of nerdy, like the stupid type? my english teacher would always put us in group projects together, and when i asked him why, he said it was because he wanted us to get married.” 
“that’s an appropriate thing to say to a fifteen year old.” sukuna bites. 
“no! my teacher had this dream to go to two of his students weddings, that met in his class.” 
“and what killed that extremely inapprorpiate dream, dead in its tracks?” 
“my best friend. we all somehow ended up in the same friends group our junior year. and they kind of started flirting. dated all the way till our freshman year of college.” you respond. 
sukuna curbs the question that comes to the forefront of his mind. because it occurs to him that his plausible answer to it, one that he despises, is exactly what’s going to be the answer. that if they liked each other, you were going to let them. despite the fact that you liked him first. 
“any more for me?” sukuna asks. 
“my first boyfriend was in my senior year of highschool.” 
sukuna feigns shock, as you fight the urge to laugh. 
“have we finally arrived to a real boyfriend?” 
you laugh, as you settle your hand into his underneath the table. there’s something so inviting about him, the way he’s hanging off the ends of your words and listening intently, that makes you continue. 
“we don’t speak his name.” you state. 
“oh?” 
“he’s not a good guy. we dated until….my freshman year of college. december. and we officially stopped talking the summer of my sophomore year.” you state. 
sukuna bites the urge to ask every question in his mind. on who this guy is, why you continued to talk to him almost an entire year after, and most importantly, why you haven’t talked to anyone else since. 
except for him anyways. for the first time, sukuna finds himself being the exception. in a way that’s favorable to him. 
“that’s all of them! your turn.” 
sukuna smiles. 
“that’s all?” 
“mhm! it’s kind of boring, i’m assuming. in comparison to you.” 
sukuna concludes one thing. that all three of these men, especially the last, were not deserving of you. in the slightest. and that each one had wrecked a sizeable amount of havoc. he curses himself for not paying attention when he was still there.
“oh definitely. you’d need to stay here all day if you wanted to here that.” 
you smile brightly. 
“that can be arranged.” you respond. 
sukuna leans forward, lips a few feet away from yours, before he speaks again. 
“you like to play hard to get, don’t you?” sukuna asks. 
“what? what do you mean?” 
sukuna places his hands on the rung of your chair, before pulling it flesh with his own. and he tests the waters, by placing his hand on your bare knee, right near the pleats of your black skirt. and he feels you instinctively press your legs together, but make no moves to push him off. 
“i didn’t make the list?” 
you swallow hard, entirely embarrassed. though, your first real crush you supposed is naturally the one that you’ve denied, vehemently, since you were four years old and yuuji asked you in passing. 
because when your eyes lingered on him for too long, after he fixed the wii controls and dutifully handed you both your controllers back - of his wii, that he was letting you play on - yuuji halfmindedly asked the question. 
why are you looking at him like that? do you like him or something? 
it was a joke, of course. because yuuji just asked so he could start the match of wii tennis while you weren’t paying attention. that in the rush of it, you never got to consider the answer to it in full. though you suppose there’s no better time to answer it than now. 
“i have this best friend. his name is yuuji.” you start. 
sukuna’s alarmed. so alarmed that he pulls his hand off of your thigh, retreating it behind his back. 
surely you didn’t really like yuuji. because that would stop whatever it was that was blooming right now. because he was not his brother, despite their identical pink hair. the farthest thing from it actually. 
“i met him when i was four. and i barged into his house because he wanted me to play wii with him. you see, his big brother didn’t really like to play with him so he figured that i was the next best thing.” you state. 
“he had greasy hands. so did you. it was disgusting.” he states. 
“and yuuji didn’t know how to turn on the game. or-or remember which one it was in. so he called his very cool, much older brother, to help us. i’d never met a six year old before, and naturally if i had, i wouldn’t have thought he was so cool.” 
“shut up.” 
sukuna desperately wants you to continue. 
“seemed like the real serious type. kind of quiet. dark blue shirt, black shorts. the socks that only go to your ankles. i didn’t even know that his name was sukuna until a few days later, when he walked with us to school. he didn’t even introduce himself to me.” 
“did you want to know him that badly?” 
“and he fixed the remote, obviously. had some six year knowledge we didn’t clearly. and-and he turned to me. gave me a smile before he handed one to me and walked away.” you state, shrugging at him. 
sukuna’s satiated with your answer. mostly because, it seems you seem to remember the ordeal in as excruticating detail as he has. that you were wearing a pink dress, gold earrings, and a ribbon in your hair. that your skin was the softest he had ever felt, that you were the first girl who had brushed fingers with him when he handed you the remote, save for his mom of course 
sukuna brings his hand back into your hair, feeling the fabric of the blue ribbon in your hair today, matching with the short cardigan that you were wearing. and he wants to keep this one too. yank it out of your hair and secure it to his keys next to the pink one he refused to return. 
sukuna looks down at the fabric, at your hair sprawled over your shoulder. he can make out the length of your collarbone from underneath your tanktop and settles his lips right into divot, before pressing a lingering kiss into your skin and feeling you keel over in his arms. 
“france.” he murmurs, right into your skin. 
“what’s that?” you ask, dazed from the contact. 
“i learned to make the french toast in france.”
he kisses up the length of your neck, making no inclination to stop even as you barely stutter your words out. and for the second time, can't resist and places his hands on your waist just to pull you straight on top of him.
"makes sense. that's just-just toast for them." you mumble.
sukuna can't help but laugh. he's never going to tire of you.
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unfoldingmysteries · 2 months
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Slapp
Gojo Satoru x AFAB! Reader
Premise: Gojo figures out that you like your pussy slapped.
W/C: 1000
A/N: No plot, just brain rot. This was written very fast and not extremely proofread. I realized I haven't posted much Gojo content…
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WARNINGS/CONTAINS: Pussy slapping, degradation (darling, slut), vaginal penetration (unprotected), hints at edging and overstim
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You're on your back, the soft blanket on your skin keeping you in reality. Gojo runs his tip through your folds, gathering your slick. Eyes closed, letting him take control. Suddenly he taps his tip against your clit. A shocked high-pitched noise escapes your lips. Once again, followed by a similar noise leaving your throat. 
A questioning noise leaving his own mouth. He decides to experiment. Continually hitting your clit with his tip over and over. The noise starts off dull. Simply skin on skin. However, each pat, pat, pat growing wetter… wetter… wetter. Until there's a damp schlock with every contact. He’s never seen you get this wet, this instantaneously. 
You're whining and look down to see what he's doing to you. Your self-fabricated lubricant creates lewd strings connecting him to your sex. His hand around his base firmly as he continues tapping your sensitive ball of nerves with his dull, warm head. “What’s this now, darling?” He hasn't stopped his notions, but he has slowed the rhythm. When you don’t reply he slides his tip through your folds. Gliding easily with how you're dripping. He inserts himself, only about an inch or two. Your head falls back in bliss with a moan to follow.
“Hmmm? I didn't quite catch that?” He slowly pulls back out and taps your clit again. A wet plat echoing. “Fuck Gojo…” He lets out a breathy laugh in response. 
“As much as I love when you can't think, I need an answer.” You can't even remember what the question was. Was there even a question? You let out a moan in response to another tap on your nerves. He starts the rhythm again. Pat… Pat… Pat…
You're quickly devolved into a moaning whining mess, “G-Gojo.. I- I’m… fuuuck” Instantly he’s bottoming out his dick inside your walls. Filling you to the brim, having you squirm. His hands fly to your hips holding you in place.
“Does my slut like her pussy slapped?” He lilts from above you. You're still writhing. Body unsure what it wants. You were on the verge of cumming from external stimulation alone and the dramatic switch to only internal contact has you reeling. Eyes forced shut, you nod. 
He backs away. The lack of touch has you opening your eyes to see what he’s doing. The bed dips and shifts as Gojo moves to lean against the headboard. He curls a gesture with his fingers, “C’mere darling. Let me take care of my slut.”
You roll over onto all fours and crawl your way over to him. His long muscular form takes up a large amount of the bed. As you get closer, about to swing your leg over his lap, “Nope, back to me.” You raise an eyebrow gaze meeting his, but oblige his direction. Awkwardly shifting so that your knees sit on either side of his thighs. He reaches around, hand on your stomach and forces you to lean back. Your bare back heats up at the flush contact of his chest against your skin. You had gotten on your knees to give yourself some leverage, but with how he has you in his grip, you doubt you'll be able to do much. 
He reaches down caressing your thigh with his other hand. You let out a small content moan at the gentle touch. His long arm easily extends around to grab his base again, slapping his length against your folds. The extended coverage from this angle has your vision fading in and out. Head falling slack against his shoulder. 
He taps his veiny cock against your folds once, twice, a third for good measure. The noise sounds as if a hand is slapping a puddle. Knowing that it's all from you only makes your walls pulse and more slick to gather. You're moaning into his ear, just focusing on the noises and feelings. His body shifts and you feel his dick inside you once again. He thrusts up into you a few times then just sits there while you pant. You're practically gone, not stopping any of the noises that your vocal chords are dying to make. 
SLAP
“OH FUCK!” 
Your body convulses at the contact. The sting on your cunt soothed by his hand staying in place. The warmth of his palm easing the shock to your body. His hips slowly rocking back and forth. Pulling back as his cock springs out from inside you, his hand guiding it to slide up through your lips. The warmth and wet of his cock covered in your slick sending you to cloud nine. 
Once again grabbing the base, he bounces his member across your cunt a few times. Then slides back into your hole. You're trying to grind your hips down onto him but the stretch in your thighs and the way he has you held back is not allowing for much range of motion. 
He fucks up into you a few times before smack, another sting to your pussy. He has you crying out in a painful pleasure. His hips aren't stopping this time at an unrelenting pace. 
smack. You whimper as the pain builds. The sudden and inconsistent shock to your nerves only builds the pleasure in your core. It builds quickly as he continues to hit that spot inside you seamlessly every time. 
Slap. smack. “Fuck!” You’ve been a babbling mess this entire time, but the word leaves you without stuttering at the back to back contact. Which has you cumming all over his hand and cock. He doesn't stop rubbing your cunt. You're a whimpering limp mess as he continues the motions of his hips. 
They start to stutter as he chases his own release. He pulls out at the last millisecond. His warm cum exploding all over your folds, stomach and the sheets below. The extra liquid drips down your stomach and eases the sting to your pussy. 
“You always surprise me,” He whispers into your ear. You whine in response and try to dig your face into his neck. 
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slvttyplum · 5 months
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im having suguru brain rot
didn’t edit this so idk.
suguru walks in the kitchen where you’re popping grapes in your mouth scrolling on your phone.
“yo.” he says as he slides in front of you opening the fridge.
his hair is all messy and his wife beater was cropped showing his v-line and happy trail, your eyes subconsciously sliding all around his body.
the slam of the fridge startling you, you snap out of it.
“suguru whats your major again?” you blurt out. the truth was, you needed him. you didn’t care what conversation was needed you just wanted to hear that—
“psychology.” he deadpans, sliding past you again walking towards the pantry. your eyes follow his tall figure, his back muscles pushing out the shirt, and the wall those black sweats fit around his small waist.
sexy voice. sexy mind. sexy body. sexy major.
you could never really catch a glimpse of his face since both of you have two different schedules, when both of you were home he would stay cooped up in his room.
that didn’t bother you much since it did make you a little uneasy to have a male roommate in the first place, you hated to admit it but you were shallow, that man was fine.
so him being a guy living with you wasn’t a bother.
you slipped another grape into your mouth thinking to yourself, what’s something else you could ask him or talk about, this was your only chance, he rarely spoke to you.
“breaks coming up, are you going back home?” you ask, your voice cracking.
you mentally curse yourself, that wasn’t a good one but you gotta do what you gotta do.
he turns his head looking at you, his dark eyes looking you straight in the eye and his eyebrow and lip piercing shining from the light.
damn he’s fine.
he turns his head back to the pantry then closes it, he wasn’t feeling any of the good options today, maybe he could…
he folds his arms against himself leaning his butt against the counter near the pantry.
“unfortunately no, i have way too much to do here and i don’t live close so.” he says, playing with the piercing on his lip.
your eyes light up, this was fate, it had to be. you would make it your life goal to make sure you guys talk everyday.
“awe bummer, i’m not going home either, i don’t feel like flying.” you say tucking your hand in the waistband of your pants trying to warm it up.
suguru scans your figure and looks back at your face, his dick jumping.
“maybe we could hang out.” he says leaning off the counter.
your eyes almost fall off hearing this, this was all working in YOUR favor. oh universe what did i do to deserve such kindness you think to yourself.
a grin forming on your lips but you quickly wipe it off, “yeah i would love that.”
he smiles, his smiley piercing shining. god please.
“good, i’m a little hungry can you do something for me?” he asks leaning on his side only a few inches away from you.
your ears start ringing with anticipation, were you a genius or were you a genius. he’s going to ask you on a date, this was your time.
“can you lay across that table, i want to eat.” your jaw drops and the grape that was in the hand drops.
what?
“sorry, huh?”
he’s smirking and his hands drop down walking towards you, almost nothing helping the distance.
“sorry if that came off too blunt, it’s just… you look good and im starving here.”
your throat is closing by the second, your pupils forming in the shape of a heart, if he was saying what you thought he was then…
“fuck!!” you yelp out. suguru grabs your hand placing it on top of his head, telling you to grab.
he tongue swirling all around you, spit mixed with your liquids dripping off his chin.
his eyes glued to your pussy, his hands gripped around you.
his tongue piercing gliding over your clit every second, your body shivers from the cold touch every-time.
your hands sliding and grabbing his hair, where did he learn this oh my—
“god! right there!”
his eyes are rolling as his hands grip your thighs with force, his nails digging into you.
saliva was foaming inside your mouth, dripping off the side. the knot deep inside your stomach was tightening, and you felt like you were dying.
his tongue sliding from deep inside you to sucking your clit, the pattern and rhythm stopping your climax.
you tug on his hair, “keep sucking.” his eyes shoot up to you, smirking. he takes one of his hands off your thigh, sliding it under him and right into your pussy.
your breath hitches and a sharp feeling explodes in your stomach, back arching, your liquids leaking.
you flop back on the table, your head spinning.
suguru gets up licking his lips. “i’ll be back tonight, maybe we can do this again.”
your head shoots up and the heart shapes still in your eyes and the ringing in your ear was still there.
“yeah yeah for sure.” you say wiping off the drool.
he smiles at you and walks back to his room, you slide off the table clearing your throat.
for sure…
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Free use with the bachelors
Content warning: free use, degradation, praise, afab reader, mommy kink in sam's, pet play kink in sam's and Sebastian's, breeding kink in Alex's, cock warming, whore behavior honestly man don't say I didn't warn you, as always MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT lol I'm not responsible for what you may subject yourself to on the internet but I don't wanna be responsible for your brain rot 💙
Shane:
Man's a whore for free use, especially with you
Loves just coming up behind you while your doing the dishes or any farm chore and just placing kisses on your neck, trailing a hand down your pants to trace light circles over your clit
One hand on your neck, applying just enough pressure to make you dizzy
Bends you over the nearest surface, flips your skirt up and starts fingering your cunt while you whine for more
"Shhhhh babygirl I know, little slut wants more hmm?"
After he's decided you've had enough of his fingers he'll unzip his shorts and shove his cock to the hilt with no warning, loves the surprised gasp/moan that you let out
"That's it, take it like the good little whore I know you are"
Pulls your hands behind your back for more leverage to have you meet his harsh thrusts
Will stuff you full of his cum multiple times a day, pulls your panties back up so they catch whatever drips out of you, makes you keep the same pair on all day to remind you of who stuffed you so full
Elliott:
Also big into free use, he just loves how whiny you can be when he decides to start teasing you
Gentle touches ghosting over your nipples and clit, applying just enough pressure to have you needing more
Has you cockwarming him while he works on his book, occasionally taking breaks to swirl circles over your clit while he grinds up into you, never enough to make you cum, just enough to keep you desperate for him
When he's decided you've been so good for him that he should reward you he whisks you off to the bed
"You've been so good for me today darling, let me make you feel good now"
Gentle thrusts into your overstimulated cunt, deep passionate kisses, his fingers working your clit all quickly becomes to much
Has you cumming around his cock in minutes, babbling out praises and thanks
Loves seeing you in such an undone state beneath him
Sam:
Absolutely down, please walk up behind this man and start stroking his cock
Melts into you when he feels you wrap your arms around him, sighing in pleasure when your hand wraps around the base of him
Trys not to let his knees buckle when you run your thumb over his sensitive tip, spreading the beaded precum for a bit of extra lube
He's whining, babbling, pleading for you to go faster, give him more friction please
"Fuck, please mommy, I'll do anything, I'll be such a good boy for you please just go faster fuck"
Who are you to deny your cute puppy when he's literally begging for it?
You tighten your grip slightly and speed up, he's cumming over your hand moments later but that doesn't stop you
Now he's whining in overstimulation, gasping for air while he grabs the counter to stop himself from falling
Tears run down his face as he feels you finally slowing down and letting go
"Such a good puppy for me baby boy, now clean up the mess you made"
Will lick his cum off the floor, would do anything to please you
Sebastian:
Loves free use honestly
Your in the middle of a boss battle in your video game when he comes up behind you and starts feeling you up, gently shifting you into his lap
"Don't mind me kitten, just keep playing" he mumbles in your ear as he teases your nipples through your shirt
You can feel his boner pressing into your ass as he shifts around gently rutting into you while you try and stay focused
Eventually he pulls down your pants and presses his cock into your tight hole, rubbing your clit while you whine on his cock
You have to put the controller down and he pins you to the beanbag chair, ass in the air so he can thrust harder into you
"Fuck kitten, always so ready for my cock hmm? Practically drooling for it right now"
Wants to hear all the sounds you make so he grabs a fistful of your hair to haul back so your face is off the chair
Makes sure you cum before he fills you to the brim
Harvey:
This man is nothing if not horny for you 24/7 so free use is good
Lots of discussion beforehand because he's anxious he'll go to far
Comes up to you while your in the bath, strips down and joins you
Pulls you against his chest, gently pulls your legs over his so he can keep your legs spread
Thumb gliding over your clit while two fingers pump in and out of your cunt
Other hand working diligently on one of your nipples
His mouth is slotted against yours, swallowing all the sounds you make
Slips his fingers out and gently slides his cock into your sensitive cunt, still swirling soft circles on your clit while you whine against his lips
"That's it sweetheart, being such a good girl for me hmm?"
Loves when you melt against him, knows your close to cumming by how airy and close together your whimpers are
Works you through your orgasm and into his own with gentle thrusts and soft praises
Alex:
He doesn't fully get the premise but he does love the idea of being able to have you whenever and where ever he wants
That's mostly in the house and in the bedroom because he wouldn't want to be caught in a compromising position
He's got your legs on his shoulders, his cock driving in and out of your cunt at a moderate pace, this is the third time today he's stuffing you full of his cum
The idea of filling you to the brim and breeding you is just always on his mind
Man wants you round and plump with his seed and by God he's gonna have it if you'll let him
"Shit baby, gonna look so fuckin good all round with my seed yeah? Gonna let me knock you up right? Know you want it just as bad as I do baby"
Can hardly think straight, he just needs to pump you full of his cum, needs to have you pregnant with his kid, tits full and heavy with milk
Has you cumming around his cock in moments with how overstimulated you are and how he rubs endless circles on your clit relentlessly
Cums inside you with a final harsh thrust and stays there for a moment, plugging his cum inside you
Pulls out and watches for a moment while his seed spills back out before fingering it back into you
"Can't have any of this going to waste can we love?"
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l3viat8an · 5 months
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Rooo!!! I have Levi brain rot rn, and I need to share Grand Admiral! Levi thoughts with u :/
As an important figure in the military, Levi has to go out sometimes to check up on the outskirts bases of the Devildom. Make sure that everything is working as they should.
This usually lasts for weeks, and today you had found out how long 2 weeks can feel when your loser gamer boyfriend is out on assignment.
Finding solace in his uncharacteristically empty room, you cuddle up in the bathtub bed, desperate to feel anything that reminded you of your beloved player 1. Using his favorite jacket, watching replays of his old streams, sleeping in his bed, that's slowly losing his scent and feel.
But one day, while curled up in his gaming chair, rewatching his old clips for the thousandth time. Levi comes home. Still in his uniform as he marched into his room, not expecting to find his PC on.
Once you realized he was there, you quickly jumped into his arms, peppering kisses all over him. When you pull away, you expect to see the usual sight; Leviathan a blushing mess, stammering about something you can't quite make out. But now, he wasn't blushing at all. He barely changed his stoic demeanor.
"L-levi...?"
You asked confused, removing yourself from his embrace to look at his attitude. Giving a hurt look as you basically pouted. Throwing a small tantrum that he didn't miss you at all
Unbeknownst to you, Levi was freaking out. After weeks out on field he just wanted to sleep and go back to his shut-in lifestyle. What he didn't know was that what he needed was to see his player 2 dressed in his jacket. Being an adorable tsundere as she pouted.
"On the bed, and strip. Leave the jacket on"
Levi commanded, looking serious as you stood there. Shocked at his words.
"E-excuse me?"
"Did I stutter? Strip, on the bed."
"W-wait–"
Shocked and confused, You stood their unsure of what to do. And why the hell that turned you on so much
It wasn't the first time Levi was in control, but he was usually so sweet and gentle. Not this... demanding. You're not sure if it's the uniform, the attitude, or the fact it was Levi being so assertive. But you followed without hesitation.
And you're so greatful that you did, because the two weeks waiting for him were quickly rewarded. Levi being as merciless with you as he took what he wanted. Leaving you a blushing mess, passed out in his bed, as for the first time in two weeks, you slept with him again on his bed.
The next day, he profusely apologized at how rough he was, while all you could think about was when could you bring that side of him out once more
(AHHH IM SORRY FOR GOING ON FOR SO LONG BUT I NEEDED TO SHARE IT SO BADLYYY 🙏 IDK IF THIS IS SMUT OR FLUFF BUT I JS LOVE HIM AHHHH)
Nsfw!
Looks like fluffy-smut to me- holy shi 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 ‘n idk what happened but my add-on is definitely smut helpjdksj
Levi didn’t actually expected you to obey his command so quickly. He watched as you stripped down, leaving the jacket on like he had ordered. Fuck you look so good It took his breath away and he has to shake his head a bit, collecting himself as you climbed into his bathtub bed.
He quickly joined you, climbing on top of you in the bathtub before pulling you closer and kissing you, moaning softy as he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue to tangle with yours.
His hands didn’t stop either, roaming over your body, exploring every inch of it, as if trying to burn it into his memory again.
Honestly there was something about this side of Levi that you couldn't resist. It was as if you were being taken by a completely different person, one who was confident and assertive…the grand admiral....it’s really hot-
You moaned when his fingers finally found their way between your legs, pressing against your already dripping cunt. He thrust two fingers inside you, causing you to moan loudly.
"You- you look so beautiful like this." Levi breathed into your ear, his voice low and husky. "I've been waiting for weeks to feel you again…..and I can’t wait anymore.”
He lines his cock up with your ready pussy, waiting for you to nod before sliding in and letting out a little whine he just can’t stop from slipping out, “S-so, good, messed you so m-much..”
He wanted nothing more than to keep you close, to let you feel how much you meant to him, as he fucked you faster, harder-
It was as if he had been holding back for weeks, waiting for this moment to release all the passion that had built up inside him.
“G-gonna cum soon….need, need you to cum with me.” as he leans down to kiss you, one of his hands slides back down to you clit and his thumb rubs against it roughly. Making Levi moan against your lips as you tighten around him, soon as he feels you orgasm take over your body Levi cums. rutting his hips into yours, riding through your orgasms together.
Panting Levi hides his face in your neck for a moment and he can hear you let out a little giggle, before whispering "I've missed you too, Levi." and Levi laughs, pressing a few soft kisses along your neck~
The next morning you’ll wake up to your, sweet boyfriend acting like his usual self. Looking over your body and apologizing endlessly, he promises he’ll be more gentle next time!! Wait no- he didn’t mean it like that!!- he did-
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dirtysvthoughts · 4 months
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hello, marathon sex anon back. I hope you had a good hiatus! my latest brain rot is Chan holding you against the wall with your legs round his waist while he fucks you. he would get so into it that he wouldn't have time to get you to a bed before each of you have cum for the first time
hey bestie! welcome back i absolutely LOVED your chan marathon sex ask! thank you so much! 🥹 you may need to claim an emoji or something very soon cause i love all the chan content you are giving me and all of us 🤤
basing this off of the first video teaser for wait bc he looks too damn good and this what i immediately thought of when i read your ask bestie 🫠
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imagine chan pressing you up against the wall, your body shivering at the contrast of heat against the cold surface. your shirt is long gone and your panties are pulled to the side, chan’s jeans slightly pulled down enough where he can whip his dick out of his boxers. his lips are attached to your neck and you release such lovely moans by his ear that has him craving for more. when he swiftly hikes your left leg up to wrap around his waist, you feel like you could pass out. only he could make something so simple so fucking sexy.
when he finally puts his tip in, your arms press down on chan’s shoulders, loving the way he stretches you out. he stays still for a few moments, letting you get adjusted to his size before he starts thrusting slowly into you, his name now leaving your lips so delicately and gently.
“chan, ooh - ch-channie,” you moan sweetly, chan biting down on his lips hard enough to draw blood. god he loved it when you moaned out his name.
“yeah pretty girl?” he asks, looking into your eyes.
“you feel so good inside of m-me, mmmm, you feel amazing channie,” you moan out again in pleasure as one particular thrust hits in the right spot. “fuck, don’t stop..”
chan smirks at how gone you are, but he couldn’t blame you. the way you were grabbing at his back, clenching around his dick, and calling out for him? both of you were intoxicated by each other. “i couldn’t stop even if i wanted to baby.”
chan then starts to thrust faster, your body trying to keep up with his motions. your moans become more consistent and whiny as you feel your climax approaching. you soon feel something in your body telling you you’re about to burst, but before you can tell chan, the coil inside you snaps and you’re coming all over his dick.
chan absolutely can’t help the groan he lets out, and he comes seconds after you - the both of your lower halves now covered in each other’s juices, some of it even dripping onto the floor.
you both breathe heavily, trying to regain some of your stamina and energy. before he hesitates, chan shoves your panties down your legs, and you kick them to the side as he lifts you up, your right leg now joining your left to wrap around his waist. he attaches his lips to yours, and you kiss him feverishly, not wanting to let go.
when you separate for a split second, the words that come out of his mouth have you dripping even more. “let’s get you upstairs pretty baby.. wanna see that glistening pussy when i spread your legs out on your bed.”
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cyberfreaky · 1 year
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sub!jake brain rot is eating me up rn, look at him??
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— sub!jake is overly clingy, he finds himself growing increasingly anxious when you aren’t around him; especially while you’re both in public. he’ll always lock fingers with yours, a vice-like grip to assure you don’t let go of him. you’d rub comforting circles into his nervous palms, alleviating the weariness that had formed in his chest. a coy smile would paint his lips, jake always felt safe and secure with you.
— sub!jake prefers to be little spoon, there’s something about being held tightly in your embrace that he adores deeply. you’re so gentle with him, such an inviting warmth that engulfs him like a ray of sunshine. your nails would trace along his broad arms, admiring the unique marks and stripes that made him who he was.
— sub!jake tends to follow you around like a lost puppy. even before you even knew one another, he was so vastly drawn to you. his near obsession with you hadn’t faltered one bit, he still acts as your shadow wherever you go. “why do you follow me everywhere?” you’d grumble, ignoring his obvious stare. jake would shrug, continuing to trail closely behind. “dunno, just like being with you.”
— sub!jake loves pushing your buttons. if you’re both in the village, he’ll do something to purposely bother you. you’d glare at him, tugging at his tail to make him wince. once in the confines of your hut — jake would be shoved back onto the woven mats. he’d be elated, grinning from ear to ear. you always gave him the reaction he wanted. “you think you’re cute?” you’d raise a brow at him, earning a prideful chuckle from your mate. “yeah, i do.”
— sub!jake always does as he’s instructed. “jus’ give me one more, okay baby?” you’d coo from below, kissing his throbbing tip. you’d just swallowed his second release, beads of cum dribbled salaciously down your chin. jake’s poor, half-lidded eyes would gaze down at you, nodding slowly. “yes, um’ma.” his body would jerk from the sensitivity, his bottom lip so bitten that blood drew. “anything fr’you.”
— sub!jake is a whiny baby. after sinking himself to the hilt in your sopping cunt, he’d mewl into your ear as you guided his deep thrusts. “y’feel so good, fuck.” jake would have his weight pressed against your bare chest, his sensitive cock about to spurt thick, ropes of cum and paint your gummy walls white. “please..please, baby.” he’d sob above you, burrowing his face in the crook of your neck. “needa cum s’bad, i can’t do this anymore.”
— sub!jake loves pet names. you’d have his head on your soft lap, nimble fingers stroking through his hair as he purred beneath you. “you’re so cute, my love.” you’d grin, leaning down and pecking jake’s forehead. or as you’d edge him tauntingly, you would wipe his tears away with the pad of your thumb. “my pretty boy, you’re doing so good for um’ma.” you’d coo, earning a weak smile from his raw lips.
— sub!jake loves eating you out. the tip of his tongue would flick your swollen clit, two fingers skilfully thrusting into your tight opening. “taste s’good, um’ma.” he’d practically moan into your heat, ravishing you like you were his last meal. he fucking loves when you sit on his face, supple thighs enclosing his head as you rode him. his nose would nudge your tender bud, following the rhythm of his tongue that plunged deep inside your dripping pussy.
long story short — sub!jake is a complete simp for you. he’s my favourite slutty, annoying loser.
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onismdaydream · 9 days
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short drabble that has been rotting my brain for months...
tags: 18+/mdni. gender neutral reader. dildos. dirty talk. calling gojo a narcissist. not proofread.
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“wow,” satoru breathes out, a faint smirk appearing on his mouth as his long finger traces one of the veins. “this is pretty damn accurate."
it's blue. a beautiful and bright shade of cerulean that doesn't quite catch the light the same way his eyes do. you can see the sparkle in his gaze now, like a kid in a candy store, so excited and amazed.
"i should hope so, they claim to be the best." you find yourself echoing his excitement, a dull thrum rushing through your body. you had been waiting for this, waiting so patiently for it to arrive in the mail, and now it's finally here. it's within your grasp. biting your bottom lip to suppress your growing smile, you take the few remaining steps between you and satoru.
"satoruuu," you coo, rising to your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, placing your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. you can feel the small shudder that runs through him. "do you wanna play with your new toy?"
"now?" he asks as if he doesn't believe you, doesn't believe that you'd let him use it. maybe it was just some cruel joke of yours, to place it directly in his hands but never give him the permission he so desperately needed from you. despite how stubborn and cocky he can be, satoru listens.
"mhm," a hand moves down to rest on his pec, feeling the firm muscle underneath the fabric of his shirt. "put on a good show for me, yeah?"
and he does.
god, he looks so beautiful and perfect like this. that pretty pink flush is painted across his cheeks and his eyes are droopy with pleasure, mouth slightly open as he moans. satoru, you think, was sculpted by aphrodite herself. there was no other explanation for how attractive he is. each curve and dip of his body is so alluring, the way his muscles ripple with each movement, even the sounds he makes leaves you hot and needy.
another cry from his lips and you can't stop yourself from touching. you were planning on watching, but with the sight in front of you? there was no way you could resist.
"feel good, baby?" and your palm is massaging his ass, pulling slightly to see him clench around it. satoru moans in response and pushes back into your hand, eyes glossy with tears of ecstasy.
"yeah? you like being fucked by your own dick?"
drool is starting to drip out of the corner of his mouth, soaking into the sheet beneath him. you don't think you've seen satoru lose himself that quickly in quite some time, his brain too foggy to do anything than move the dildo in and out, in and out.
"such a narcissist, 'toru." you tease, knowing exactly what it's like to be on the receiving end — to be dicked down so good until you can't form a word other than his name, repeating it like a prayer. "you gonna leave me for yourself?"
a pinch of his eyebrows tells you that he is still listening, still present enough to try to protest.
"so in love with your cock that you don't need me, is that right?" and there's a whimper, a tremble to his bottom lip, a plead that it isn't true. that he would never leave you, he loves you, adores you.
but it doesn't mean that he stops fucking himself.
no, it feels too good to stop. the replica of his own cock is bullying against his prostate and his actual cock is practically crying with precum, the constant stimulation pushing him closer and closer to the edge. all he needs is a little push to send him toppling.
your hand wraps around his own and you guide the toy to just the right spot.
"c'mon baby, wanna see you cum."
half a dozen more thrusts of his replica and that cord snaps inside him, his orgasm racking through his body and leaving a mess on the bedding. you manage to catch him before he can fall forward, gently rolling him to the side so he doesn't get covered in his own release. you've made that mistake before.
you carefully clean his body, wiping the lube and sweat and cum and leaving sweet kisses along his skin. satoru's breathing eventually evens out, his heart rate returning back to normal.
"you know i love you, right?" his voice cracks a bit, his throat and mouth dry from panting, but you don't comment on it.
"i know, baby." and your lips against his own is a sacred promise.
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jamil-s-wifey · 8 months
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Howdy~! Loved your writing! Can I request a fluff/angst scenario in which Jamil Viper suddenly had a nightmare of hurting his fem! s/o during his Overblot and when he wakes up, he quickly rushes over to Ramshackle to check on her, make sure she’s okay? Please and thank you!
Hi, hello hun! Thank you very much, I'm glad my writing brings a smile to people's faces! I love writing comfort fics, so this is right up my alley! Every comfort twst fic has been consumed by yours truly! I hope you enjoy!
WARNING: Dead bodies and mildly gruesome imagery. I kind of went overboard with the nightmare portion-
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Drip drip drip
The only sound which could reach his ears was the incessant dripping of ink, covering the ground beneath his feet.
Slithering snakes obscured his peripheral vision, red hot rage filled his veins. The school was in shambles, in every corner there were bodies littering the ground - weakened and malnourished students, who lost their lives under his fanatic dictatorship.
He was the master, but the master of what? Of ruins, of a rotting building, of a dying student body, controlled against their will, of darkened cold nothingness hidden behind lavish feasts and glittering gold. And then there was you - his jewel in the rough, his biggest treasure, kneeling before him, eyes filled with hatred, fear... and exhaustion. You dared not look him in the eyes, but your downward gaze spoke volumes - the love of his life who refused to succumb to her master's wishes.
"Pitiful. You keep disobeying your master. Haven't I taught you manners?"
You refused to answer him, gaze never leaving the ground.
"My treasure, have I not given you everything?" His voice lowered threateningly. "Or perhaps you'd choose to follow in your classmate's footsteps. Perhaps it was foolish of me to believe you'd be anything different than those mindless slaves."
You didn't answer.
"Or perhaps they've contaminated your brain. That must be it, why else would you refuse so adamantly the life of a goddess. Oh, my love, we must cure you."
He grabbed you by the hair, pulling you up. On instinct, you closed your eyes, refusing to catch his gaze.
"Smart little girl." He whispered in your ear. His snakes left painful bitemarks on your skin - covering older ones who'd begun to fade.
That's how it had been for a while - you'd lost track of time. He'd call upon you, lavish you in expensive jewellery, feeding you feasts made by the bloodied hands of your classmates, whisper sweet nothing in your ears. Then he'd get angry at your lack of response and throw you away, leaving you alone in your chambers.
Only this time, it was different.
"Perhaps I should turn to a more radical form of treatment?" His strong hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing.
Your breath became ragged, strained.
"You chose this. I am merely delivering."
You grasped his hand, trying to wiggle away, but it was useless. You felt the ink on his hand seep into your skin and clothes, contaminating your very being.
Your gaze slowly faltered, eyes closing, before he threw you on the ground.
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As the heavy thud reached his ears he opened his eyes, frantically looking around. He was in his room, it was the middle of the night. He was sweaty, breath ragged. He'd fallen off his bed and that's what woke him up. He searched around for any indication that indeed it was all just a nightmare. With trembling hands he pushed himself up to sit on his bed. His hair was a mess, his heart was beating so loud he felt it might burst through his chest. He felt sick to the stomach, a twisted feeling of guilt, despair and disgust eating at his very core.
His gaze turned to the framed picture on his bedside table. It was you two, on your visit to the Scalding Sands, your arms are wrapped around him and a cheerful smile graced your features.
Was that smile...even real? Or were you being controlled?
Without thinking, he grabbed his shoes and sprinted out of his room, dead set on seeing you, rules be damned.
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You were woken up by a hurried, frantic knocking on Ramshackle's front door. You slowly got up, cautiously making your way to the entrance. Even though you knew it couldn't be anybody threatening, besides you had the ghosts and Grim as back up, a little caution never hurt anybody.
What you didn't expect to see is your frazzled boyfriend, engulfing you in a bone-crushing hug the moment you opened the door.
"Whoah, Jamil. Are....are you okay?" You gently hugged him back, fingers gliding through his hair, untangling any knots he might have.
He didn't respond, instead pulling back to look you in the eyes. You looked at him dead in the eyes, no fear or disgust in your gaze whatsoever. All he saw was worry and perhaps curiosity. His eyes were glassy with untold emotions, gaze heavy with guilt.
"M-may I come in?" He inwardly cursed himself for stuttering.
"Of course, you can. Come in, come in." You grabbed his hand, leading him to your couch. "What happened? Here. I'll get you some water, did you sprint here?"
Before you could get up, he pulled you to him, hands gently cradling your face.
"Jamil, my love." You breathed out, reaching out to cup his face, "Did you perhaps have a nightmare?"
His guilt-ridden gaze moved to the floor. Somehow, only from you, he couldn't hide a single thing.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
He wasn't sure what to answer. Now that he was with you and his head had cleared up, he realised how bizarre the situation was. Of course it was a nightmare.
But that didn't get rid of the weight on his heart.
"I... dreamed of my overblot. I saw... destruction everywhere. And I was hurting you. Constantly. And the fear in your eyes, it looked so real. I -" he sighed deeply. "You died... By my hands." He felt a lump forming in his throat.
"Oh, Jamil."
"And I know it's just a dream, I know but-" he couldn't keep talking. It all overwhelmed him so much.
"Jamil."
"S/O, I-"
"Jamil!"
He snapped out, turning to you.
"Jamil, I have never, ever, for a single moment, felt afraid or disgusted around you. Your overblot happened, we can't change that, but you didn't hurt me. You didn't then. And you haven't since. And I know very well, that you'd never intentionally hurt me in any way. I trust you and I feel safe around you."
He let out a shaky breath. "How do you know you're not being controlled even right now?" It was stupid of him to ask, but his mind wasn't letting him rest.
"Jamil, both you and I know you can't keep using your unique magic indefinitely. So far, every single thing I've done, I've done on my own accord."
"And you don't fear me..?"
You looked at him dead in the eyes, with the most unwavering, serious gaze you could muster.
"How could I fear the man I love?"
He pulled you in for a gentle kiss, which he poured all of his emotions into.
"I promise you, I won't let any harm come your way, I will do everything in my power to keep you safe and content, and free." He mumbled, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
"Love, you sound like you're about to propose." You teased, trying to lighten the mood.
A small smile graced his features. "Perhaps in the future.", He thought to himself.
"How about we go back to bed, you are most certainly staying the night here, mister. I'll be right next to you when you wake up."
"I'm sorry for barging in at such an ungodly hour."
"Oh, shut up~. You know you're always welcome here, and besides, I'd always prefer to have you next to me when I sleep."
He didn't really understand what he did to deserve you, but you were his beacon of light and he swore to treasure you and keep you safe for as long as you let him.
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konigsblog · 6 months
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thinking about farmer!könig sitting on a rocking chair telling you about his day with you on his lap, cockwarming him and watching the sunset with him :< he even rocks the chair just to watch you squirm too, one hand playing with your needy cunt while the other one on your nipple :<
thank you orla for your service, your previous farmer!könig crumbs have been rotting my brain (i won't complain 🥰)
farmer!könig thots :( ☀️🐄🧺
the sun retreating back down the horizon while you sit on his lap; breathless, full and panting. your jean shorts discarded onto the wooden porch, sat on his big lap with his lengthy, stiff dick stuffed into your tightening walls. your shirt just rolled up enough to play and pinch your sensitive nipples, the other rubbing at your dripping, needy clit while you whine and shudder!! famer!könig hushes you, scolding you for talking over him while he talks about his day, you're sobs and whines making him grunt :(
mmf', he's just too big, stretching out your pussy and nudging at your womb, thick tip leaking into your cunny while you squirm and wriggle, desperate for any type of friction to get off to :( “so bedürftig, nicht wahr?” you nod, whimpering and dizzy before he holds you underneath your knees, bucking harshly into you while youe moans and cries come out stuttered!!! “there, take it, all of it, mäusi...”
könig's leaking tip smacking against your cervix over and over again while you grip the sides of the rocking chair for support, cumming all down his wet shaft and covering his cock and heavy balls in your sweet musk and juices :( continuing to thrust up and into you till he's had his fill, fucking his potent cum deep into your cum and groaning in your ear :(
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partycatty · 2 months
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you write for mk11 gramps johnny? have serious brain rot for him
if so could you write a fic of him dicking us down for being a brat? u can make up a plot or not i just need it and need him. love ur writing either way!!
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alright, im using this ask but i have a very specific image for this rn. this is gonna be a meaty post so hear me out
older!johnny cage > waste ur time
this is based off of the song WasteUrTime by Kevin Walkman with some lyrics (in pink) sprinkled in. you and johnny have a clear age gap, trying to avoid giving into desires, but 3am rolls around and you consider the idea of having a late night visitor.
warnings: smutty, age gap, ur both horny demons, virgin reader, i dont know how military ranks work, affair, sonya never gets Rocked
notes: this is going to be a little more artsy that what i usually do, so apologies if the format change is not ideal. this is more of an actual fic than bullet points. also the lyrics are out of order and not all included, so you don't need the song to enjoy this!
word count: 2.6k
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give me a glass of your innocence.
training was hard, your skin glistening with sweat and your face flushed from overexertion. the task was relatively simple; to climb up a deeply sloped wooden platform using nothing but your grip and momentum. your comrades were cheering you on, including briggs, commander cage, her mother, and her father. straining yourself to grip the ledge of the platform, you finally hoist yourself up and stand upright, not before doubling over to pant.
the others applaud and surround you with cheers. a firm hand finds its place square on your back, rubbing in circles.
"atta girl," the voice leans into your ear with an audible grin. "knew you had it in you."
your head turns to thank the disconnected voice, but out of your fuzzy mind, the realization pulls through that none other than your superior, johnny cage was the one congratulating you so intimately. his praise makes your cheeks flush even darker and your gaze averts, too afraid of such direct appreciation which johnny notes. you weren't used to compliments.
this is my creation, here's your invitation.
you knew something intense was brewing with each lingering stare or gentle squeeze to your shoulder. how intense exactly, you couldn't pick out. with minimal experience with others lusting for you, it didn't register in your head at first just how hungrily he gazed at you. not that you were complaining necessarily, he was part-time action star, part-time military leader. he was built, charismatic, and a family man. it felt impossible to not feel weak in the knees around him.
johnny knew he had an effect on you, as he did most others. despite watering down his hollywood charisma, he couldn't bring himself to deny how sexy he was at his older age. something about a buff salt and pepper man telling you what to do had you following commands like a dog, doing anything it takes to have him praise you more.
even still, you couldn't do anything about it. johnny was a married man. his family was your coworkers, hell, it was their job to command you! the guilty thoughts would creep up on you no matter how badly you wanted to avoid them. couldn't you have chosen a more... single man?
you seem so damn nervous.
"how can i be of service?" johnny asks, leaning his front half forward ever so slightly to show you he was interested in every word that dripped from your lips. your vision was too blurred from anxiety to properly articulate what you needed from him, so you nervously swirled your drink. damn the special forces and their free alcohol parties.
"how do you do it?" you ask with a stammer. "earthrealm, netherrealm, tarkatans, ninjas, thunder gods. it all feels so unreal. how do you stay so calm?"
"mm," he hums, lowering his own glass after a brief sip. "well, you get used to it. turns out i was born to a mediterranean war cult's gene pool. watched my daughter kick an elder god's ass while i got maggots down my throat. went face-to-face with younger me. there are just some things that are too damn ridiculous to ever fully understand, so i accept it for what it is. when you're my age, fighting for all of these otherworldly things, most of the little things feel like a walk in the park."
"don't get me wrong, sir, i'll fight for earthrealm, but this is all so... dizzying."
johnny visibly tenses up at 'sir.' "tell you what," he grabs his drink napkin and opens a sharpie with his teeth. "you ever wanna talk about it with someone that's seen everything, you come to me." he writes his personal phone number on the napkin and places it in your palm with a smile.
you fidget with the paper before pocketing it, worried you'd pick at it too much and rip it to shreds before you could save the digits. the most you could bring yourself to do was half-bow, half-nod before scurrying away to the bathroom to cool your hot face. johnny could only chuckle to himself with a shake of his head.
long walks of shame look so good on you.
a long time was spent staring at the new conversation on your phone. despite your inexperience, there was a simmering feeling that johnny didn't just give you his number to let you vent. he wanted to talk to you outside of work. the thought makes you sweat.
why would he want to talk to you? if he wanted conversation, he would reach out to his wife and kid. he had it all, and yet he still wanted to put everything on the line for you.
you're moving fast, and i'm into it.
"lieutenant. it's reader," you shoot a simple text out, lying to yourself when you justify texting him for the sake of him saving your number. it was late, too late to be texting your superior. another lie you told yourself: i'll just send the message now so he sees it in the morning! your shameful justifications are ripped from you when you receive a reply, almost immediately.
"couldn't it have waited until the morning?" he replies bluntly, and you're ready to type out a spew of apologies before a second text comes through. "i'm teasing. johnny, by the way. no need for titles."
"sorry." you try to remain professional with your response, fingers dancing wildly across your keyboard. your eyes flicker up to the clock in the top corner, realizing it's well into the night. "didn't expect a response so late. have a good night, lieutenant."
you're ready to throw your phone out of the nearest window out of sheer embarrassment, but you stop when you feel another buzz come through. your stomach flips.
"johnny. you usually stay up late?" he texts, drawing the conversation out much to your surprise. "it's 3:30 in the morning."
"my day's been so boring," you decide to lean into the more casual chat, hoping to find a softer side to your boss. you should feel disgusted, repulsed, put off. he was double your age and then some. but dear god, his attention on you was hypnotizing even if it was just words on a screen. "hoping to waste some time before tomorrow comes. lots of training."
johnny's reply takes a suspiciously long time to come through, his bubble appearing and disappearing. just before you thought you lost the conversation, a photo comes through. johnny's laying in bed, hair ruffled and shirtless. his eyes have a soft, pleading look to them and his lips are curled into a pretty smile. the tiniest glimpse of his chest tattoo pokes through the bottom of the image, and you had to make a conscious effort to swallow your drool and close your jaw. you almost don't notice the text attached.
"maybe i could waste your time?"
you choke on your saliva, glancing off to the corner of your room as if an invisible camera was perched there. this man held zero shame, that much was true. you suppose it's from his age. there's only so much time in one life, so he's seizing every moment. it terrified you, to the depths of your core.
"i don't follow," you text back, playing dumb. this was genuinely unbelievable to you, you needed to hear more from his perspective to make sure you weren't actually dreaming or reading too far into his offer.
"come on, girl," he teasingly responds. "don't play dumb. i may be old, but i'm still sharp." another photo slides into the chat, the same idea s his previous one but now fully displaying his torso. his broad chest with his name painted on it was now boldly on display. his hand laid flirtatiously on his abs, fingers spread out. at the very bottom, you could make out the beginning of a thick tent in his pajama pants. it was like every inch of this man was maximized. you'd seen his shirtless form in his old movies, but seeing it now... it was personal. that photo was for you. "i know you're still fucking with me. i see how you look at me." you bite your lip, wondering if maybe sonya was sharing the other side of the bed. your stomach churns.
"i mean..." you leave the text at that, rapidly typing and deleting. you're not quite sure what to say, how to carry this now heated conversation. you'd never... had to before. "if i may state the obvious, you're... older. and my boss. and married."
his replies stop for a good couple minutes. you wonder if maybe he was regretting his advance. you hoped not.
"is it something that you'd mind?" johnny asks, hesitation in his words as he breaks away from his flirty comments. his question makes you ponder. you were a virgin at your age, holding onto this trait longer than almost everyone at a similar age to you. work was your priority, never giving yourself enough time for a serious commitment. but here you were. johnny was throwing something onto the table that you never expected to happen. were you going to pass this up and stay a virgin forever? hell, no!
"sent you my location. let's try something new, lieutenant."
"johnny." he corrects you one final time before falling completely silent on his end. your stomach twists and churns wildly, realizing you have opened the flood gates to a hookup with your boss. you throw your pajamas off and replace them with a cuter, coordinating pair. you brush your teeth again and try to fix your hair into a neater updo, not impacted by the friction of your pillowcase. shoes and various discarded belongings are shoved under the bed and into the closet. you hadn't had male company, well, ever. you had to come off as somewhat decent for him.
jesus christ, your mind grows dizzy. you were going to lose your virginity, now, or in however long it takes for him to arrive at you apartment. you're not far from work, and even still the time it took for you to hear footsteps in the hallway must have been a century at the minimum. you were seriously going through with this because it was about damn time you enjoyed yourself and spiced shit up.
the heavy footsteps come to a halt, the shadow overtaking the faint hallway light glowing. a part of you wants to hide, maybe jump out of your fire exit. your nerves were blinding, and taking the steps to the entrance felt like an olympic sport. that is, until a new text appears.
"let me inside."
do you open the door? leaning against it, you can smell his musk just through the crack alone. damn his hypnotic... everything. if you open the door, his entire career, marriage, and life could be over. that is, if you spill. you wouldn't.
keeping shit a secret fits you like a glove.
you slowly open the door, hand frozen on the doorknob as you're met with your boss towering over you with a heavy look in his eyes. it's hard to avoid his own hesitation too, but his hard breathing betrays his morals. he looks ready to pounce at any given moment. johnny's mouth opens first, but you beat him to it.
"i'm a virgin," you blurt, mind too empty to feel embarrassed at the fact. you felt the need to tell him now, before he was on top of you and you laid there like a fool.
johnny's brows raise up ever so slightly. "what?"
the heat of the admittance catches up to you, and you twiddle with the hem of your shorts. you repeat yourself meekly, letting the predicament set in between the two of you.
"that's..." he trails off, glancing into your room. "um."
"i'm sorry-" your face heats up, your eyes pricking with tears at the awkward air. "i just... i didn't want you to be surprised, because i don't know what i'm doing."
something new stirs in johnny's core as he understands the weight of the situation. his fists clench and he takes a lumbering step toward you. you back up on instinct.
"that's alright," he purrs, voice hitting a new low, one that's far away from his professional volume. "'cause i'll take care of you. i've got you."
he stands up straight, scratching the back of his neck.
"if you'll have me... i guess that speaks for itself. i'm here, aren't i?"
you nod with a nervous chuckle. your bodies move in sync as you figure out where to put your hands. they settle on his neck, wrapping your arms around him to pull him in. his hands hold your waist. jesus, his hands are big. you'd kissed before, so this is familiar territory.
"i'll take that as a yes," his eyes flick to your lips, visibly restraining himself from fully taking advantage of you. he leans in for a tender kiss, your lips and his moving together. it turns heated quick, with his tongue darting out to get a taste of your mouth which you accept gratefully.
johnny's hands trail down to your ass, cupping the underside as if his hands were destined to fit there. he tugs upward, and you understand what he's trying to do. you jump up and break the kiss momentarily so your legs trap his waist. in between make out sessions, you guide him through your apartment to the bedroom. his lips taste bitter like alcohol but cleanly sweet. exactly how you imagined.
your mind is hazy with lust, your pussy clenching around nothing as you envision taking a monster like him for the first time. a part of you wonders if it's even possible. instead of throwing you onto the mattress, he lowers you like a princess, supporting your head and back with each hand which does nothing to help your aching wetness pooling between your legs.
johnny's lips dive to your jaw, sucking and biting tenderly. you wince, but replace the noise with a lustful gasp as he soothes the pain with his hot tongue. you want to clench your thighs together to relieve the throbbing pressure, but johnny's hands pry your legs open as his hips fit perfectly between them. like a forbidden puzzle piece. you feel his cock rub through your pajamas, and your mouth gathers drool.
johnny finds any possible plush flesh of your neck to take in, kissing wetly as he gently ruts into you, not even realizing he's doing it. he needed to explore every inch of this new body, this new lover... his mistress.
if you were to start praying for forgiveness, it'd be now. you internally cursed sonya for getting her hands on him before you could. your chest burned with jealousy and desire. he was so evilly delicious, and every inch of him needed to be inside before you'd start sobbing. your hands fly forward and tug him forward by his waistband.
"need you," is the most you can coherently ask for, blinded by your horniness. johnny pulls away from your collar, panting in your face. he can't bring himself to look directly in your eyes, your wet, pleading eyes.
"you..." he swallows thickly, brows knitting together. he frowns. "you can't tell anyone. you know that, right?''
you nod with a small whine. you wanted him to just shut up and fuck you.
"hhh - won't say anything," you huff back, gliding your dampened bottoms across his dick with need. he groans, and buries his head in your neck, a deep sigh sending goosebumps across you skin.
"atta girl..."
so hit me up when you feel down i'll make your ass stay 'til sundown i understand what you've been through 'cause I'm a sorry sucker too i know you're scared and that's alright just let me love you for the night
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