colorless-inspiration

[nezuscribe]

I can’t wait for their first time!

I kind of imagine it like he’s gonna teach her what to do. And he’s gonna be a bit cocky and tease her a little for her innocence, in a cute way tho. Secretly (or not so secretly) he really likes it and thinks it’s so cute. Maybe he kinda can’t believe that someone as attractive as she is, is so inexperienced.

But she’s going to catch up and he’ll be even more done for her.

But forget my stupid thoughts, I have a full trust in you! Can’t wait to see what you’re actually cooking for us.

Thank you for giving us so much content ❤️ It really makes my day when I see you uploaded something, I get so excited 😍

so i don't really wanna spoil anything but !! (little suggestive)

arranged!gojo does have to walk reader through all the steps. her family didn't send up ladies in waiting so they definitely didn't teach her anything of this sort of nature

but gojo's is so sweet and slow, knowing this is your first for everything. you huff a little bit in annoyance knowing that it's not his first time, to which he drops to his knees and begs for forgiveness (not really but really)

and like yeah, reader has never done this before. she's never seen dick or anything like that, so for a while, she's just curious. gojo is as hard as a rock and she's just poking at it. lol imagine he's whimpering and she just pinches the head, watching him keel over in pain at the sudden movement. she's just confused like ?? i thought it was hard?? why are you being dramatic get up

ugh but when she learns gojo is literally a concept of a man. he can't return back to a life of trying to control his urges around you. kitchen? slathers your chest with batter. library? pulling your skirt up. fields? you get the gist

[fakebwitch]

need a part two of the panties in the car where he comes home and confronts y/n and she’s all like huhhh? 👀🤭

rafe punish you after finding your panties in his car [rafe x fem!reader]

part one

a/n: ookayyy i just had to write about this cause i can imagine her being so clueless about it while he's been going crazy all day, and then ofc he’s going to punish her. thank you for giving me this inspo, hope you’ll enjoy it!!!

warnings: nswf contents, begging, oral, pnv, praising, spanking, chocking, dirty language.

throughout the rest of the day rafe's head was elsewhere. during the meeting he was distracted all the time, muttering a few "mhm" now and then and a few nods, staring at a fixed point while his head kept thinking about you. when the meeting was finally over over, rafe stood up quickly almost running as he left the office.

the drive home was not very smooth, cursing all the red lights that kept him away from you. arriving at your house he absentmindedly parked the car, hurrying to get out of it, he inserted the keys in the lock opening the door, as he expected you were not there waiting for him, he knew it was all part of your plan. passing through the living room he saw you were not even there, he sighed as he walked up the stairs leading to your room, his cock twitching in his pants, eager to be inside you.

he walked into your room, the door was open, and he saw you. you were lying on the bed on your stomach, your phone in your hands scrolling on tiktok while your feet were up, swinging from side to side to the beat of the song. his eyes fell on your thighs, the plump of your ass visible to his eyes because of the little skirt.

“hey” he said, short but etched. you turned your head toward him, a smile grew on your face as your eyes softened, “hi baby” you said turning your back, supporting you with your elbows, his face didn't look very enthusiastic.

just as you were about to ask him how the day went, he interrupted you. “what was that about?” he asked, approaching you, taking a few steps closer to the bed, his voice low almost threatening and for a second you forgot about the little surprise you had left in his car the previous day.

“what?” you answered naively as you looked down at him, blinking your long lashes. “don't fucking act dumb, why the fuck where your panties in my car?” he said much more pissed off this time, no longer able to contain himself, his knees were now touching the bed and your view was perfectly aligned with his cock.

“oh- umh they were simply a little itchy so I decided to take them off, I guess I forgot about them...” you replied shrugging as you looked around, in his eyes you were clearly teasing him.

as much as he hated it, your attitude only hardened his cock, he sighed again as he ran a hand over his face. “you wanna know what else is itchy? my fucking dick from the moment that i get in the car this morning to the whole fucking day,” he confessed as he pointed his finger at you, you couldn't help but bite your lip as you felt your pussy clench around nothing, hearing the kind of effect you had on him just with your panties.

“sit your ass here” he said as he sat down on the bed, patting his tight. you watched him for a few seconds, you knew what he had in mind at that moment, “fucking move” he said irritably, pulling you toward him by the ankle. you settled so that your belly was in contact with his thighs, your ass in full view for his eyes.

he lifted your skirt all the way up, almost drooling as he looked down at your ass hugged by pink panties. your hands were already clutching the fabric of the sheets underneath you, closing your eyes waiting for rafe to hit you. he groped your ass for a few seconds, squeezing the soft skin in his big hands, and then suddenly a slap, you squinted as your teeth dug into your lips.

“count for me doll” he told you almost in a whisper, his deep, rough voice almost made you moan, “one” you said as his other hand moved on the low of your back, making sure to held you back in your seat. his hand squeezed the fat of your thighs, just below your ass, “thought it could've been a good idea to put your panties in the car uh? always find a way to get me mad” he said, in the process another slap landed on your ass, he looked carefully at the way your ass jiggled, the halo of his hand mark barely visible.

“two” you said squeezing the fabric tighter.

he massaged the newly affected area, slightly alleviating the pain, “got me jerkin off like a fucking kid, that's what you wanted don't you?” he confessed to you as his hand hit your ass again, you hissed pressing your head into the soft sheets, the pain you just felt mixed with your throbbing clit, the idea of him jerking off on you using your panties and the fact that right now his hard cock was right under your pussy, wasn't helping at all.

“three” you said, your voice muffled by the sheets.

he kept complaining as two hard slaps hit you, your skin now marked by the imprint of his hands, “shit” you let slip, feeling your skin burn as your vision blurred. he grabbed the newly affected skin tightly, “ouch rafe-” you whimpered through clenched teeth trying to get up, but the hand he had on your back slammed you back down on the bed, your face met the soft fabric again as a tear ran down your cheeks, once it reached your lips you licked it, savoring the salty taste.

“nah you're not running, you're gonna take it all” he said grabbing your hair, pushing your head back, the perfect opportunity for another slap. “rafeee... it hurts” you whined clinging to the sheets, you didn't remember it hurting so much.

“shh it's alright baby, you're taking it sooo good” he praised you, his voice low and deep, his palm stroking your irritated skin.

“how many is that?”

“6” you replied, another tear streaked your face. “only four more baby, you can do that right?” he said almost teasing you, letting go of his grip on your hair, bringing his hand back to your back.

“yes.”

when he got to the tenth he decided it was enough, his hand now gently massaging the soft skin of your ass trying to ease the pain, your cheeks streaked with salty tears as you felt your skin burn, the imprint of his hand well scanned on your ass. he helped you up, you sat up on your knees finally meeting his gaze. your mascara slightly smudged from the way your face was splattered against the sheets, your cheeks flushed, your hair messy and your lips swollen from how hard you were biting them, his cock hardened at the sight of how perfect you looked.

one last remaining tear slid down your entire cheek ending up under your chin, rafe was quick to brush it away with his thumb as his hand gently came in contact with your neck, “shh baby it's all over” he shushed you, pushing your face to his as your lips finally collided with his.

the kiss quickly became more intense, your hands on the nape of his neck pushing him toward you as his hand groped your tits violently from above your top. a small moan escaped him as you brought your hand down toward his polo shirt, letting him know that he should take it off, he was more than happy to oblige by slipping it off and tossing it somewhere in the room.

you resumed the kiss as your hand wandered over his toned pecs, moving down to his abs, you heard small sounds leave his lips as your delicate fingers brushed against his skin. you traced his happy trail going down a little further, grabbing his cock through his pants, he let out a choked moan breaking the kiss. he took your hand and moved it away, "y’want it that bad, isn't that right?" he mocked you, you nodded quickly, his hand still tight on your wrist with a small grin, "lie down."

you did as he said, you lay down opening your legs so he could settle between them, a small whimper escaped your lips as your flushed ass came in contact with the fabric underneath. rafe positioned himself between your legs, his hands rested on either side of your head, he lowered his head kissing you as his right hand helped you slip off your top. he broke the kiss, kissing down to your jaw, up to your neck, you bit your lip holding back a moan feeling his hot breath just below your ear. he lingered there for a few seconds then moved the kisses lower, as his hand groped the other breast his mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking it fervently. he gave the other the same attention, licking and sucking as little moans escaped your lips.

"you gonna let me taste baby?" he whispered as his kisses moved to your stomach making you shiver, "mhm" you hummed enjoying the feeling of his soft lips on you, "can't hear you" he scolded you as he lifted up your skirt, "want your mouth on me" you whimpered meeting his gaze, his eyes full of lust. your clit throbbing under the fabric of your panties, at the thought of his warm breath on your pussy, making you shiver.

all day long he had been thinking about having his head between your thighs, licking you clean. It was probably one of his favorite things, eating your pussy while your thighs suffocated him, your moisture spread all over his chin while continuous moans came out of your lips.

"we're gonna keep these on, right? think you've already lost too much pairs mhm?" he said, the vibrations of his voice hit directly your pussy as you felt it clench around nothing. he put a hand under your thigh pushing you closer to his face, his eyes noticed the small wet spot visible on your panties, a smirk grew on his face at the sight.

with his index finger he moved the garment to the side, your wet pussy in perfect view for his hungry eyes, without warning he licked a long strip, up to your clit, which begged for attention. you let out a moan feeling his tongue explore your folds, you raised your hips meeting his face, eager for more. his tongue lingered for a few seconds on your entrance, "fuuuck rafe" you moaned as your head fell back pushing his head closer to your pussy with your hand, his nose slammed against your clit.

he knew just what you wanted, and within seconds he began to suck fiercely on your bundle of nerves. the way his tongue felt on your pussy, his hot breath, his hands clinging firmly to your thighs almost leaving bruises just worked you up even more. "baby- soo good" you praised him, as he kept sucking and licking, practically making out with your pussy.

you kept moaning feeling overwhelmed by pleasure, your hands tightened the sheet below while your toes curled, feeling a familiar knot forming in the lower abdomen. “i-i’m cum-” you didn’t even get to finish the sentence as rafe get away from you pussy, leaving you clenching around nothing and unsatisfied, if there’s one thing you hated was when your orgasm was interrupted, rafe knew that real well. “baby wha-why?” you whined as you stood up supporting yourself with your elbows, your expression wrinkled, face slightly flushed as you looked up at him, his face coated with your wetness, he scooped it all up with his index and middle fingers sticking them in his mouth, sucking them clean. he couldn't get enough of your taste.

“as much as i love tasting you, i fucking need to be inside you” he said quickly unbuckling his belt, you bit your lip at the thought of his cock moving fast inside you, your pussy already clenching. he lowered his pants along with his underwear, his hard cock that all day long kept bothering him finally free.

he wrapped his hand around his dick, there was no need to spit since the small drops of pre cum had spread along the entire length, he began to rub slowly at the sight of your wet pussy in front of him, your fucked face and your hard nipples, he dropped his head back emitting small sounds of pleasure. as much as you loved the erotic view in front of you, the way his arm muscles flexed with every movement, his body covered with a small layer of sweat and his mouth open with pleasure, you needed him inside you.

“rafey need you inside so bad” you practically begged him, looking at him from below with your best eyes. your clit still throbbing from the orgasm you had been denied, praying that someone would pay attention to it. you almost cried feeling so in need of cum, and rafe didn’t seem to care enough.

“i got you doll” he said simply, returning his gaze to you. he pulled you even more towards him by the leg, you quickly wrapped your legs around him and his tip hit against your clit, you both let out a moan at the sensation. he grabbed the tip of his cock rubbing it all over your pussy.

“don’t tease” you complained, becoming more and more impatient as rafe continued to tease you. what you didn’t know is that he wanted it as much as you, if not more. his cock had desired your pussy all day, throbbing in his pants and all he wanted was to sink every inch of his length into your hot and tight hole, but at the same time he loved to see you equally desperate, eager for his cock inside you while you looked at him with your eyes, which pushed him to the edge every time, begging him to fuck you, that you needed him, to feel him, he simply loved it.

“don’t tease?” he repeated chuckling darkly, “then what did y’do with me baby, uh? c’mon tell me” he encouraged you, his swollen tip was still pressing against your clit, “I...” you started to say but too embarrassed to continue, under his stinging gaze you almost wanted to disappear.“don’t get shy on me now pretty girl, say it” he said wrapping his hand around his cock again, pushing the tip slightly inside your entrance, he could feel the heat of your walls as your pussy was ready to receive it.

“uuuuh…-i’ve been bad rafe, i teased you with my panties” you said sighing, a small part of his tip inside you, squeezing him already so well that it was difficult for rafe to restrain himself from hammering inside you. “yeah that’s right baby, now what y’want me to do?” he said trying to control himself, but his almost trembling voice betrayed him, “fuuuck i want you to fuck so bad, please rafe” you begged, there was no more room for shyness, the only thing in your head was his dick, and how much you wanted it inside you.

“that’s a good girl” he praised you, the tip of his cock completely entering your tight hole, he lingered for a few seconds enjoying the sensation of your tight pussy around him, your mouth open and your face frowning while his cock pushed deeper inside you. “fuck baby, just squeezing me tight… so nice and warm” he said, his cock completely inside you. the walls of your pussy stretched accepting the new intrusion as you could feel every single vein on his cock pulsating inside you.

“oh fuck rafe” you breathed feeling so full, he gave you little time to adapt to its length, quickly finding his rhythm pushing deep inside you.

while with one hand he squeezed your leg firmly, the other hand tightened around your breasts, clinging to it. your hands tightened to the sheet while rafe began to push himself hard inside you. the sound of his body slamming against yours every time he pushed himself inside you and the wet sound that his cock emitted when he entered and left your hole filled the room.

he pinched your nipple, you moaned as rafe could feel your pussy tighten around him, “so tight doll, i can barely move” he said as your pussy sucked him inside. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your teeth sank strongly into the soft skin of your lips trying to hold back the loud moans that threatened to come out, the tip of his cock repeatedly hit the right point making you arch your back.

you opened your eyes suddenly, feeling his hand wrap around your neck, applying enough pressure to make you whine. “keep your eyes on me” he incited you, his own voice sounded weak. you looked at him with narrowed eyes, barely focusing on the words that came out of his mouth, the pressure of his hand on your neck and his cock that continued to throb inside you were enough to make your head dizzy.

rafe lowered his head towards yours, his mouth rested on yours giving life to an intense kiss, your tongues collided in a messy way. while you kissed him you could hear small grunts escape his lips, your hand moved towards his face resting on his cheek, pushing his face towards yours.

“say you’re sorry for t-teasing me” he said, his voice interrupted by a grunt while his tip repeatedly hit your spongy spot, you had barely understood what he had said to you, overwhelmed with pleasure. you opened your mouth to answer but only a moan came out.

rafe moved his rough thumb towards your swollen clit, rubbing quickly. an almost pornographic moan came out of your lips, feeling all those pleasures at the same time, “c’mon you can say it” he encouraged you, his thumb moved as fast as his thrusts inside your hole. “i’m sorry, so sorry rafe!” you managed to say, your words were slurred as you wrapped your hand around the wrist of his hand, still firmly around your neck. rafe couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your euphoric state, completely fucked up.

“that’s what you wanted uh? me to fuck the shit outta you” he said almost mocking you, you nodded quickly in response, there was no way you could form a sentence of complete meaning at that moment.

“could’ve said it to me, y’know i would’ve given it to you” he almost scolded you, his words sounded far away, the only thing you could hear was the slamming of your bodies, his cock throbbing inside you.

“thaaat’s it… so good for me” he praised you, he looked down where his cock connected to your pussy, a ring of cum coming from your pussy forming around his cock, “f-fuuuck” that’s all he managed to say at that sight, his head fell back while a grunt came out of his lips.

your curled your feet feeling a familiar knot form in your stomach, “d-don’t stop... please” you begged him almost on the edge of crying, your eyes glossy as you looked at him, your hand clung to his biceps firmly, your nails digging into his skin. you couldn’t stand the feeling of another denied orgasm. “go on doll, make a mess on me” he encouraged you, his voice reassured you, he lowered his head again so that his mouth was a few centimeters from your ear. his thrusts became deeper and faster helping you reach your high, your brows frowned and your mouth open, fully enjoying the feeling of his cock that entered inside you with such ease because of your wetness.

“i’m close… p-pleaseee” you whined raising your hips, meeting his thrusts. you could hear his grunts, his hoarse voice sending chills all over your body. “sooo good” you said, your voice sharp while your head was completely dizzy, the knot in your stomach getting heavier and more persistent.

“holy shiiit baby, c’mon… c-cum all over my dick” his thumb worked quickly on your clit, he left sloppy kisses all over your jaw, going down towards the neck as with a big moan you finally reached your orgasm. your body trembled as your hand tightened even more around his biceps, your moans sounded choked because of his hand still tight around your neck. his thumb on your clit slowed down applying a slight pressure while his thrusts became slow and deep, he too was reaching his high.

you felt overwhelmed by a sudden sleepiness, your grip on his biceps loosened, the marks left by your nails clearly visible. you let rafe continue to use your hole to reach his climax. “thaaat’s it, such a good girl” he praised you, his grip on your neck had loosened, moving on your thigh.

“i want your cum in me, rafe” you said, your voice dim and kneaded as you opened your eyes to look at him, “fuck that’s right, g-gonna fill you up” he said nodding, your pussy tightened around him, “k-keep doing that… fuuuck” he said enjoying the feeling, you did as requested. you felt his hot liquid spread inside you, mixing with your cum, you left a little whining at the sensation, still overstimulated by the orgasm you just had, “s-shiiit, that’s fucking it” he said, he kept pushing himself inside you for a few seconds and then pulled out, he picked up the cum that had leaked with his fingers, putting it back in your hole, “we’re not gonna waste any of it right?” he said with his usual grin, falling next to you on the bed.

“noo… all in me” you agreed with him, your mind still dizzy as rafe pushed you into his arms, your head came in contact with his chest as you quickly curled up in his embrace.

“you’re good princess, did so good” he said chuckling at your fucked-up state, kissing your head.

[xcherryerim]

Midnight Embrace

soft!dom Mike Schmidt x gn!reader | (wc: 4.5k)

The more steps I take, the deeper it gets. I lost myself but I keep getting pulled. Endlessly falling into you. — Kingdom Come by Red velvet

SMUT ONE SHOT | MDNI | +18

WARNING: Mentions of body dysmorphia (non specific) | Praising kink | Mike giving head to reader | penetration | Mike is obsessed with reader and loves being in his knees for them | More plot than porn | not proof read so grammar is probably ass | Smut starts at ♡ |

Backstory: You and Mike head to Spirit Halloween in search of a costume for a party. However, you struggle to find a costume that sits right with you, leaving you feeling less than satisfied with your appearance. Eventually, you settle for a random costume but can’t help feeling a bit unhappy with the outcome. But Mike decides to take initiative and show you just how attractive you really are, hoping to boost your confidence and make you feel sexy.

You and Mike were having a blast at Spirit Halloween, roaming through the aisles filled with spooky decorations, costumes, and props. As you went around the store, you found yourself drawn to the animatronic displays, their realistic movement and eerie noises making you jump with fright. Mike however decided to stick around the costume section, he did not need to be given another heart attack from creepy animatronics. 

After a few minutes of playing around the store you finally decided to choose a few costumes since you and your friends were having a halloween party. You went to the dressing room setting a few of the costumes in the fitting room rack, Mike following behind you. 

“Here you go.” He said, getting ready to leave, however the firm grip on his wrist stopped Mike from his tracks. His soft smile transformed into a puzzled expression as he tilted his head, trying to understand your gesture.

"Stay," you said firmly, your words carrying an authoritative tone. "I need your opinion on the costumes."

Mike's eyes widened, and a blush crept onto his cheeks as he processed your request. He hesitated for a moment, his hazel eyes sparkling with apprehension and excitement  “Yeah, but… you're gonna change and—“

You silenced his protest with a lighthearted giggle, enjoying the sight of Mike's flustered state. Leaning closer, you smiled mischievously and said, "Just turn to the corner while I change."

Mike's face remained flushed, but his smirk returned as he teased you back, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. He replied jokingly, "Oh, so like a dog?"

"Yeah, exactly" you retorted, your grin widening as you started to lift your shirt. 

Mike could feel his cheeks burning as he caught a slight glimpse of your skin, god. He was so pent up. He couldn't believe you wanted him to stay in the fitting room while you changed—it was overwhelming yet exciting. The thought of seeing you in just your underwear or even bare flesh made Mike's mind venture to wicked places. And he felt so guilty, here you were trusting him enough to change right in front of him and he had the audacity to imagine you in your most vulnerable state. Gosh, he feels like a total freak.

Chuckling nervously to attempt to lighten the mood despite his inner turmoil, He pressed his forehead against the cool wall and took several deep breaths, trying to calm his racing thoughts.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it."

Despite his best efforts to maintain composure, Mike's body wasn't cooperating. His ears seemed to be more sensitive than usual, picking up on the slightest sounds of fabric rustling, followed by the whisper of fabric sliding down your arms. Mike bit his lip, his imagination running wild. He pictured the smooth skin of your stomach, giving it feather-like kisses up and down your body until he got to that place he knew would make you beg him for more. And fuck, he could already hear you crying out his name. Shit.

Mike shifted uncomfortably, feeling his cock start to stir in his pants. He prayed you wouldn't notice the growing bulge if he had to turn back around. The last thing he wanted was for you to think he was some kind of pervert who got off on peeping at people changing. But oh, the temptation was so strong... Mike had to clench his fists and take deep breaths to keep himself under control.

As Mike dealt with his own internal conflict, you were having a hard time yourself. Standing in front of the mirror, you scrutinized the costume clinging to your figure, feeling uncomfortable and self-conscious. As you fidgeted with the fabric, Mike turned his head and approached you. He studied your reflection in the mirror, his gaze landing on the curves accentuated by the vampire costume, however, he had to stop himself before biting his lips sensing that you were feeling less than confident. 

Mike walked up to you, gently placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Hey, you look great in that costume. It really suits you. But if you're not comfortable in it, don't worry. We can keep looking for something else until you find the perfect one."

Holding the second bag in the air, Mike flashed you a genuine smile, trying to make things better for you. "Why don't you try on the next one?" he proposed. "I have a feeling this one will look fantastic on you. And if not, we'll keep searching until we find the one."

As you fumbled through several costumes, each one making you feel more estranged from yourself, your eyes welled up with tears. The fabric and temperature were uncomfortable, causing your breathing to accelerate and become labored. Mike noticed your distress and tenderly placed his hands on your shoulders, his gaze locked on yours, concern evident in his eyes.

"Hey, hey..." he gently coaxed, trying to meet your gaze. "What's wrong?"

You made an effort to reply, but the constriction in your throat hindered the formation of words. "Nothing," you managed to say, struggling through the tightness.

Mike's worry deepened as he looked into your tear-filled eyes, recognizing your struggle to express yourself. He pulled you into a comforting embrace, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

Tenderly, he held your face in his hands, delicately wiping away your tears with his thumbs. In a soft voice, he asked, "Talk to me. What’s going on?"

Still, you remained silent. Mike offered you a gentle nod, with understanding flickering in his eyes, sensing why you were upset. He was aware of your struggles with body dysmorphia, even if you rarely shared it at loud with him.

"It's okay. We can take a break," rubbing your back tenderly. "You don't need to try on anything else if you don't want to. I'm sorry if I pushed you too much."

He pulled back slightly to look into your eyes, his voice sincere. "I love you just as you are, okay? You are perfect inside and out, costume or no costume. Please do not feel the need to change yourself for anyone else. You’re lovely just the way you are."

You forced a faint smile. "Let me just try the last one..." you suggested, your voice lacking conviction. "It should be fine, it's a Ghostface costume. It can't be that bad, right?"

Mike carefully observed your expression, noticing the flicker of weakness in your smirk as you mentioned the Ghostface costume. He could perceive your hesitation, but also your futile attempt to maintain a brave front.

"Okay, if you're sure," he said gently, handing you the ghost face costume. "But remember, if you start feeling uncomfortable again, just let me know and we'll stop. Your well-being comes first, always."

Mike averted his gaze as you started to change into the new costume, providing you with the privacy you needed. Although he tried his best to give you space, his concern only grew stronger.

After a moment ticked by, Mike turned back around, his voice soft and gentle. "Are you finished?"

Mike's breath hitched as you turned to face him. His heart overflowed with love and admiration. "You look incredible," he declared, stepping closer to admire you further.

You played with the long flowy sleeves, murmuring, "I like it. It's very comfy, and it won’t expose my—"

Without warning, you lost your balance, tripping over your shoelaces and stumbled. Before hitting the ground, your back forcefully struck the wall, eliciting a pained wince from you.

"Shit," Mike exclaimed, swiftly dropping to his knees to help you.

The scene left you slightly stunned as you looked down at Mike, taking in the sight of him kneeling before you, tending to your needs. Unintentionally, your hands moved to his fluffy hair, softly resting on his head.

Mike gasped as he felt your touch, making his head rest on your thigh. He could feel the warmth radiating from you and the texture of your costume against his cheek. The closeness overwhelmed his heart, sending it into a frenzy.

He shut his eyes, savoring the sensation of your touch. He had longed for moments like this, even though he never imagined it would happen in real life. His heart thundered in his chest as visions of devotion to you flooded his mind, picturing himself fulfilling your every wish. How you’ll praise him for being good to you. 

Mike murmured in a sultry tone, his words sending a wave of sensations through your body, "I'm here for you, always," as he nuzzled his face against your leg. His soft whisper filled the air, creating an intimate and romantic atmosphere.

…

Despite the cool air approaching as the sun went down, a warm smile spread across your face as you drove to Mike's place, excited to spend halloween with your best friend. When you parked you stopped Abby, complimenting her on how adorable she looked in her scarecrow costume. 

She wore a classic straw hat embellished with a plethora of autumnal accents, which perfectly coordinated with her plaid dress featuring various hues of brown and soft oranges. Her sturdy overalls, in an earthy umber shade, contrasted against the colorful leaves on her dress. The gentle porch light created a playful dance of shadows on her face. 

You bid farewell to Abby as she walked away with her friends, accompanied by a watchful guardian. With a smile on your face, you approached Mike's doorstep, knocking gently. A few moments later, the door swings open to reveal Mike donning a scarecrow costume, mirroring Abby's attire but tailored to fit his stature, complete with perfectly tousled hair featuring a few strands that looked like they had been spritzed with white paint, mimicking cobwebs. 

Mike pushed aside the bowl of treats, a tinge of embarrassment visible on his face. 

With a smirk, you teased, "Are we all supposed to be scarecrows today, and I missed the memo?" You slyly snatched a piece of candy from the bowl and savored it as a sly smirk is plastered on your face. 

“Oh, this?” Mike gestured to his costume, his voice filled with a mix of disappointment and embarrassment. 

"Well, I had ordered these costumes ahead of time, thinking Abby and I would go trick or treating together like always. But then, a few weeks later, she asked me if she could go with her friends instead... It's alright, though. She’s with one of her friend's moms, and I got to meet her. She seemed nice."

He fidgeted with his sleeves, a hint of shyness flickered across his features. You couldn't help but find him impossibly adorable in that moment.

"So that's the reason you agreed to go to our party at the last minute, right?" You chuckled, finding the situation too entertaining to resist. Deep down, you were genuinely pleased that Mike could enjoy some time for himself without worrying about Abby.

“Yeah…” Mike responded sheepishly, averting his gaze. “Hey, where’s your costume?” 

You couldn't help but notice the hint of disappointment in his voice, accompanied by a subtle pout on his face.

Smiling mischievously, you inquired, "Oh, my costume? Don't worry; I'll put it on right now. And by the way, do you want me to draw your nose? I can do that after I change."

You entered Mike's room and changed into your costume, but you weren't completely satisfied with the result, and it just reminded you how hard it was for you to find a costume you felt comfortable wearing. But you didn’t want to cause any further fuss, so you decided to leave it be.

Mike knocked on the door, seeking permission to come in, making sure you were ready. He flashed you an encouraging smile before handing you a brown pencil to paint the tip of his nose, completing the look of his scarecrow costume.

Snatching the pencil, you tugged Mike closer, your hand gently resting on his face to ensure he remained still as you started to sketch a triangle on his nose. Your focus was fixed on not messing up the drawing, but it was increasingly difficult to concentrate when met with Mike's longing gaze, tinged with something more.

Mike stumbled over his words, his gaze darting away to avoid making the situation more uncomfortable. "You...you look nice," he mumbled, his eyes refusing to meet yours.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you regarded the shade of crimson that had crept into his face. "You too," you replied quietly, taking in the sight of his flustered appearance.

Mike's breath hitched as you leaned even closer, your face mere inches from his. The scent of your perfume filled his nostrils, made his head spin. 

"Ah... thank you," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. He could feel the heat radiating off your body, the warmth of your breath ghosting over his skin.

“Do you think I'll look even better with the mask on?” You attempted to humor him with a self-deprecating joke but you felt like it didn’t land, so you met his eyes hoping he wasn’t gonna give you a talk over how you shouldn’t joke about yourself that way, but no.

 Mike's warm, heartfelt response to your self-deprecating remark caught you off guard. Rather than a lecture, his eyes sparkled with something deeper. He took a step closer, his trembling hand carefully tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he replied. "No. Absolutely not," he said, clearly taken aback by the effect the lighting in his otherwise cool room had on you.

♡ His gaze held a mixture of awe and admiration as he absorbed the sight of you, beautiful both inside and out. It was almost too much for him to bear. The soft thud of the pencil hitting the floor filled the air as you lost balance in Mike's firm yet gentle grip. With a tender whisper, he declared, "You're breathtaking."

In an instant, his lips grazed against yours, sending a shiver down your spine. But just as quickly, Mike leaned back, his frightened expression betraying the mixture of fear and excitement that coursed through him. 

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to be so forward. I just can't help how I feel when I'm with you.” 

Mike found himself staring at your face, memorizing every detail - the curve of your nose, the fullness of your lips, the way your lashes cast shadows on your soft cheeks. You were so beautiful it hurt to look at you. 

The pure admiration in his face as he looked at you made you pull him into a kiss you never knew you desperately needed. Mike freezes for a brief moment, completely taken aback by the sudden kiss. But then something inside him snaps, a dam breaking open as years worth of pent up desire and longing come flooding out. His hands come up to grip your face, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you flush against him, deepening the kiss with a groan.

His lips move urgently against yours, tongue delving into your mouth to taste you, to claim you. It's messy and desperate, all teeth and lips and tongue, a kiss that says I want you, I need you, please. Mike's breathing is ragged as he kisses you like a man starved, like this is the only thing keeping him tethered to reality.

The heated kiss fled you both into his bed, his fingers tracing the curves of your waist and hips through the fabric of your costume, you could feel the rough calluses of his fingers against your smooth skin. 

His cold touch made you whimper, overwhelming your senses, and the way his hands moved gracefully against you made you remember how much you hated your body, but for some strange reason, you didn’t want him to stop. Instead, your own hands moved to tangle in Mike's hair, tugging him closer as you arched into his loving touch. The ache between your legs grew with each passing second, your body crying out for more of his attention, his love. You could feel the hard length of his arousal pressing against your thigh, and it only fueled your desire for him.

Your name fell from his lips like a prayer. "I... I want you. I want all of you. Please..." His lips pressed wet kisses along your body, as his hands lifted up the black robe, exposing your legs to him. He pressed a tender kiss to your knee, whispering sweet nothings. His fingers moved your underwear to the side, letting him see how much you were leaking for him. 

“Fuck.” He chuckled, planting a kiss on your inner thigh. 

You watched Mike through hooded eyes, the sight of him on his knees for you once again. His cute freckled face disappeared between your legs, and it's almost too much to bear. You never felt anything like this before, never felt so consumed, so cared for, so utterly loved in one of the most intimate ways possible. 

“You’re perfect baby, so fucking perfect.” He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over your sensitive skin causing you to shake and moan, but before you were even about to react Mike started to press soft kisses between your sex. 

Mike wanted to savor every moment, to make sure that you felt cherished and worshiped, like you were his deity. He took his time, lavishing attention on every inch of your body, wanting to commit this moment to memory.

And fuck, did you feel like you were floating on cloud nine. You almost swore you felt your soul leave your body for a brief instant as Mike's puppy dog eyes gazed at you adoringly, silently seeking your encouragement. His scarecrow costume only added to his disheveled, boyish charm, making him somehow even cuter than he already was.

You let out a desperate moan, your hands fisting in his curly hair as he leaned in, his tongue darting out to lap at your juices. He savored the taste of your arousal, licking and sucking with a hunger that bordered on reverence. His fingers dug into your skin, holding you in place as if he was afraid you might disappear at any moment.

Mike's eyes locked with yours, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down your spine. He wanted to see every reaction, every twitch and moan that he drew from your body. He wanted to memorize the way your face contorted with pleasure, the way your back arched off the bed.

"Fuck baby, you taste so good," Mike growled, his voice muffled against your skin. 

He sealed his lips around you, his finger teasing your entrance with care before going in. Mike pumped his finger in and out of your dripping core, curling it just so to hit that special spot deep inside. He could feel your walls clenching around him, milking his digit already.   

“I could stay here forever, worshiping you like this. Being on my knees for you, whenever you need me to. Please baby. Please let me.” The words fall from his lips unbidden, desperate and needy. 

He has never begged for anything in his life, but he'd beg for this. Beg for you. Because nothing has ever felt as good, as right, as adoring your body, adoring you. 

Mike's breaths get shallow as you raise him off his feet. Your hands hold him more firmly as you pull him into a hungry and desperate kiss. He can't help but look down at your hands touching his body with necessity.

 "The way you touch me and the way you kiss me..." he begins to speak, but his words get caught in his throat. It's such a foreign feeling to have such an amazing person, a beautiful soul like this touching him in these places that only a few knew. 

"I need you," Mike groaned against your lips, his body trembling with desire. He could feel his arousal straining against the fabric of his costume, throbbing with a desperate need to be buried deep inside you. 

He positioned himself between your legs, the head of his cock nudging against your entrance. With a slow, steady pressure, he pushed forward, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside you.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Mike moaned, his head falling forward as he savored the sensation of your tight heat enveloping him. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before, a perfection that he knew he would never find elsewhere.

You turned your face to the side, too embarrassed to meet his intense gaze. After all, he was your best friend, and you had a feeling your moaning, pleasure-slackened face wasn't the most flattering sight. But Mike wasn't having it.

“Look at me when I fuck you.” Mike commanded, his lips leaving intentional hickeys on your neck and shoulders, causing you to cry out his name, a mix of arousal and embarrassment in your tone. 

The bed creaks under the force of his thrusts, the headboard slamming against the wall. “You look so hot baby, so fucking hot.” He punctuates his words with actions, thrusting deeper inside you. 

He guided your eyes into the mirror pointing directly at his bed. “See sweetheart? How perfect you look, how good you take me?” He asks, but you were unable to respond, lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. A loud, needy whimper tore from your throat as you took in the erotic sight before you - Mike's semi muscular frame looming over yours, his thick length disappearing into your dripping heat again and again. The mirror made the experience feel almost unbearably real, every thrust, every sensation magnified a thousand fold.

Mike held onto your hair once more, directing your head to stare down at where your bodies were joined so intimately. You watched, transfixed, as his cock slid effortlessly in and out of you, as if you were made to fit together perfectly. 

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight," Mike grunted, his hips snapping against yours with increasing force. He could feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out of your slick heat, the sensation driving him wild with lust.

He pulled your legs up, bending you nearly in half as he loomed over you, his body covering yours completely. The new angle allowed him to push even deeper, hitting that spot inside you that made your eyes roll back.

Mike's rough, husky voice sends shivers down your spine as he growls, "That's it, take it all. Take every fucking inch of my cock." His words are laced with unbridled lust, each syllable dripping with desire.

You can barely form a coherent thought, let alone a full sentence. All that manages to escape your lips is a strained, thready gasp. "Oh fuck, that feels...nnngh..." Your words dissolve into a low, guttural moan as Mike sinks deeper inside you, stretching you to your very limits.

"That's it, baby, cum for me," Mike urges, his hips slamming against yours with relentless intensity. Each powerful thrust sends jolts of electric pleasure coursing through your body, pushing you closer and closer to the brink. He can feel your velvety walls starting to quiver and flutter around his thick shaft, your body teetering on the very edge of release.

"I'm gonna cum too," Mike states matter-of-factly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he holds you firmly in place. "Gonna fill you up with my hot, thick cum until it's dripping down your shaky legs." He teases, glancing down to see your thighs trembling beneath him.

Your eyes widen in surprise as you realize just how deeply Mike's words and actions are affecting you. A deep blush spreads across your cheeks as you mutter, "Shut up," trying to hide your embarrassment. But Mike's laughter only serves to make things even harder for you, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside your tight heat.

“Aw babe, as much as I wanna brat tame your ass, we’re already late to the party.” Mike said. "But I guess we should get going then," He slowly pulled out of you with a groan, the sensation of emptiness leaving you aching and desperate for more.

"But I guess we should get going then," he sighed, reluctantly disentangling himself from your embrace.

You cried out at the absence, your body already missing the way Mike's thick cock was sinking into you so roughly. In a moment of sheer desperation, you quickly pulled him back towards you, your fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt.

"Aw you know I can't say no to that pretty face of yours," he teased, his eyes darkening with desire.

Before you could even blink, he was sinking back inside you, his hard length stretching you deliciously once again. You let out a breathy moan, your head falling back against the pillow as you savored the exquisite sensation of being filled by him.

Mike groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he began to move, his hips rocking against yours with a steady, rhythmic pace. "Fuck, baby, you're so tight," he gasped, his words muffled against your skin. "I can't get enough of you. I could stay buried inside you forever."

His hands roamed over your body, caressing every curve and dip with reverent touch. He wanted to memorize every inch of you, to burn this moment into his mind forever, a cherished memory to hold onto for eternity.

"I love you," Mike whispered, his voice raw with emotion. His heartfelt confession mingled with the symphony of your orgasm, quicky followed by his own explosive release.

You laid in the bed, trembling and shaking in the afterglow of reaching your peak, your body still humming with pleasure. But Mike wasn't finished yet - he leaned lower, licking and savoring the delicious mixture of your combined essences.

Suddenly, your phone rang, piercing the intimate silence. Your body jerked in surprise, but Mike didn't stop his ministrations. Instead, he gave you a fake innocent shrug, as if he hadn't just been lapping at your most intimate places moments ago.

"Hey, yeah we're on our way," you said breathlessly into the phone, shooting Mike an annoyed look. "There's... uh... traffic." Mike quirked an eyebrow at you, clearly amused by your flustered attempt at an excuse.

"Yeah, we'll get ice. Don't worry," you assured the caller, trying to sound normal despite the lingering arousal still coursing through your veins.

Just as you were about to hang up, Mike decided to up the ante. He moaned loudly against your thigh, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to your core.

"Dude!" you hissed into the phone, mortified, before quickly hanging up and tossing it aside. You glared at Mike, but even in your embarrassment, you couldn't help but grin.

Mike chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye as he grinned proudly. "Sorry, sorry. We better hurry up then," he said, quickly fixing his costume to make himself presentable once more.

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a sweet, tender kiss that sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "I love you," he whispered against your mouth, his voice filled with pure adoration and affection.

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[nativegirltapes]

im thinking in my imaginary alternate universe drew is seen in ny with odessa after he’s already begged and crawled back to her and angels obviously livid. like he told her he was going to be busy one night (we’ve established she most likely lives and nyc and he was visiting her) but he didn’t fucking tell her why, blocks him on fucking everything and he doesn’t even know she saw the video he just wakes up one morning and goes to text her like “good morning, pretty girl 💕” or some shit like that and the fucking message won’t go through and he’s like 😟

he’s thinking like “wtf did i do…?” cause he’s dumb asf and he goes on insta to message her and he sees the fucking video and he’s like “well shit” his heart drops and everything like that man is absolutely frantic, desperate to get ahold of her. he’s texting her friends and shit and begging them to let him talk to her and they’re all like “fuck off drew”

he’s in distress. fucking pissed at himself for being so fucking dumb and actually losing his mind. her friends block him too so he can’t even see if shes out and about with them. he tries to email her, she ignores it. he literally has to show up at her fucking dorm and beg on his knees for forgiveness…

she lets him back of course but this time odessa has to go for good for a while…

been thinking about this since i saw the video and i had to share my thoughts with you queenie

stop because imagine drew frantically making calls to your friends on his phone in hopes to get in contact with you ….. #needthat

thinking about it being a big misunderstanding too. like yes drew and angel already had their little drama regarding odessa but like drew just happens to see odessa whiles he’s out and it’s been a while and she’s all like “omg! hi drew!” and unfortunately for angel, drew is genuinely just too much of a sweetheart to ignore anyone. yeah he keeps it purely friendly and platonic, but sadly angel sees the video before he has time to explain himself. so she’s going ballistic and he’s completely unaware of what’s to come ……….

[mustainegf]

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: femdom, instructions, praise, degradation, oral m & f receiving, explicit sex, female domination, “good boy”

I always knew I was born to be in charge. It's just in my nature. dominant, bossy, and unapologetically me. The moment I met James at that charity gala last month, I knew he would be the perfect plaything.

We moved under the glittering chandeliers, our bodies some sort of symphony, and I couldn't help but imagine all the different ways through which I could dominate him. Strong arms wrapped around my waist strengthened my fantasy. Little did he know, tonight I would lay claim to him.

I led him to the bedroom, my heels clicking against the marble floor, and ordered in a low voice, "Strip."

He didn't hesitate, and I was presented with the vision of a muscled torso that made my heart race faster. Naked, circling him like a prey, I drank in the length of his tanned skin. My fingers trailed down his chest, tracing the ridges of his abs, before dipping lower to wrap around his thick cock.

"Such a pretty dick," I purred, stroking it slowly. "I can't wait to see it leaking..." James exhaled a breath as his erection twitched in my grip. I squeezed harder, applying just enough pressure to make him whimper.

"On your knees," I ordered him, guiding his head to my dripping cunt. He kneeled down, with my free hand, I opened my lips wide, exposing him to my glistening folds. "Lick." I instructed him, pressing his face into my heat.

When his tongue touched my clit, fire danced across my skin. James lapped at me with eagerness. The roughness of his beard caught against my flesh to create friction so so good. I combed my fingers through his hair, drawing him harder against me as I grinded his face.

"Yes, just like that," I moaned, grinding against his mouth.

"I'm gonna cum on your face..." I warned, my body tensing. With a cry I came, oozing my release into his mouth. James drank me down greedily, not stopping until I'd shivered every last drop from my spasming cunt.

Panting, I pulled back and admired the sticky mess I'd made of his handsome features. "Stand up."

He rose, towering over me, his erection jutting proudly. I licked my lips at the thought of how it would feel, stretching me, rubbing me. But first, I had another idea.

I grabbed a silk tie from the bedpost and bound his wrists behind him. James' eyes widened, but he didn't try to resist, submitting fully. Satisfied, I pushed him onto the plush rug and straddled his hips.

"Not yet," I teased when he tried to line himself up with my entrance. Instead, I rubbed my slick slit along the underside of his shaft, coating him in my juices. Each pass dragged over the sensitive head, making him groan.

"Please," he begged, arching up desperately. "Fuck me."

"And if I don't?" I taunted, pausing with just the tip at my opening.

James' pleading became more desperate, his voice cracking with need. "I'll be a good boy, I swear. Please, let me fuck you. I need to be inside you so bad..."

I smiled, liking this position of power I had over him. "That's better," I purred, easing down onto his thick length. James let out a moan as I wrapped around him, my walls fluttering on his girth.

"You're so big," I panted, starting to rock my hips. I rode him harder, breasts bouncing and jiggling with each thrust. James met me with desperation, driving up into me with hard pumping strokes.

"God, yes, just like that," he grunted, his breath hot against my neck. "You feel amazing, baby. So...so tight and wet."

The pleasure mounted as we moved together, skin slapping against skin. James flexed his hands uselessly behind his back, straining against the silk bonds. I could tell he wanted to touch me, to grab my hips and pound into me. But he was at my mercy.

"Do you want to cum?" I asked coyly, clenching my muscles around him.

"Please," he whimpered, bucking up into me. "I need to cum. Need to fill... ah... you."   "Not yet," I said cruelly, lifting completely off him. James whimpered at the loss, his hard cock slick with my arousal.   I shifted back and took him into my mouth instead, swirling my tongue around the swollen head. James cried out, trembling from the intensity.

I sucked James' cock deeper, taking him to the back of my throat as I fingered myself. The combined feeling sent me nuts, my juices running. James tangled his fingers in my hair, panting heavily above me.

"Fuck, baby...your mouth." he rasped. "But please, I need to be inside you again. Need to feel you...w-wrapped around my cock."

I let him go with a pop, a stream of saliva stretched from my lips to his quivering member. "Not until you beg properly," I teased and peppered his length with kisses.

James didn't waste another minute, and his voice was hoarse from desperation. "Please baby, put my cock back where it belongs. I'll do anything, just let me fuck you!" I smiled, satisfied with his submission.

I got up and assumed my position over James once more, his cock bobbing invitingly between us. I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft, guided him to my entrance, and then paused for a moment before sheathing him fully.

"Oh god, yes!" James groaned, his hips snapping upward as I started to ride him hard and fast. The sound of our wet skin slapping filled the room.

I leaned forward, took his lips in a kiss, swallowing his moans as I rubbed down on him. James's fingers bit into my ass, trying to tug me closer, but I was in control.

"You like being my toy, don't you?" I panted against his mouth as my nails raked down his chest. "Love having your cock stuffed inside me whenever I want it."

James nodded wildly, unable to form words as I bounced up and down on his lap. Sweat dripped from both our faces as their bodies glowed in the dark light.

"So close," I panted, my orgasm building fast. "Gonna cum all over your cock." I rotated my hips, grinding my clitoris against him. "Me too," James choked out, his face contorted. "Fuck, I'm gonna...'

The coil inside me snapped and I shattered, tossing my head back as bliss took over me. A few seconds later, James followed, his member jerking as he spilled deep inside me.

As the feelings subsided, I fell against James, my weight pressing him deep into the plush bed. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer still as we both fought to catch our breath.

After a while, I raised my head and locked eyes with him, softening. I gently worked the ties loose on his wrists, massaging the minor redness left from the silk bonds.

"Better?" I asked, sweeping a strand of sweat-dampened hair from his forehead.

James nodded, his eyes rich with affection. "Much... Thanks for going easy... sorta."

I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, infusing all my love and gratitude into the simple gesture. When finally I broke away, I rested my cheek against his chest, listening to the gentle thud of his heart.

"You were amazing," I whispered. "My perfect boy."

[sunonyoreface]

He Knows - Simon "Ghost" Riley Pt. 23

Word count: 2686

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, death, use of weapons, use of a knife, graphic depictions of violence, blood, military setting.

They keep him locked away in complete and utter darkness. Not a single sound penetrates the two-foot-thick cement walls. Anything he hears is a fabrication of his mind. An audio hallucination caused by the psychological effects of the deprivation of his senses. I’m sure that’s not the only thing he imagines as his chilled bones rattle against each other and his joints stiffen from the cold. So when Ghost cracks open the vault-like door and flicks on the lights, I don’t doubt my father thinks he’s seeing things. Maybe that I’m not real or that I’m visiting him from the dead or that I’ve come for revenge. All of these could be true.

The frigid air penetrates through my long sleeves. It’s just warm enough in here to avoid hypothermia. It’s like 141 is refrigerating him, preserving him until it’s time to transport him back to their main base. That’s where the real fun will begin. In theory, at least.

Ghost keeps his word and leaves the room only after sharing the smallest nod with me. He trusts me. It’s not his choice to make. It’s mine.

I think I subconsciously knew what had to happen long before I could admit such an idea to myself.

All I’ve ever wanted since this began was for the hurting to stop. Not just the pain inflicted on me, but on every soul involved. I hated the idea of people suffering because of me. Even if they hurt me and even if they hurt others; I didn’t see the point in furthering the cycle.

But that’s just it. It’s a cycle that won’t stop until someone interrupts it. 141 thinks that’s what they’re doing, but they’re just as much a part of it as the Ultranationalists. I’d never tell Ghost that, but I don’t see any other way you can put it.

They won’t accomplish anything by locking him away and torturing him for days on end until he gives them some outdated information on my uncle that’ll just send them on another goose chase. The only thing they’ll accomplish is causing more pain.

141’s solution isn’t permanent enough.

“Y/n? Darling?” My father’s voice is weak. “Is that really you?”

For a moment I think he might cry. He looks broken. Genuinely broken. He looks like I’ve felt ever since I found out about who he is. All this makes me wonder how much his reaction is genuine.

“Don’t call me that anymore,” I respond and it’s enough to tell him that, yes, it really is me. And no, I’m not here to help. I take a step away from the locked entrance into the claustrophobic room.

I wouldn’t doubt these rooms are designed to be small for psychological reasons. The base isn’t lacking space by any means. Some psychologists at some point determined that people are easier to break when they’re caged up like animals.

“Don’t act like that darling,” his tone remains on the verge of cracking. “Can we talk? I want to know you’re okay.”

He’s lying. Something about the squint around his eyes isn’t right. Or maybe I want him to be guilty. Maybe I just want to feel justified. What would Ghost think about his body language?

It looks like it takes a significant amount of effort for him to rise his head. The once gentle, yet strong man I knew has since withered. I want to pity him. Some part of me even wants to get down on my knees and beg for forgiveness. To cut him loose and let him take me back in time.

The stronger part of me won’t let that happen.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” I tell him. My voice doesn’t let on how nervous I am. The stress of the situation doesn’t seem to sink in. That’ll happen later.

“Look,” he admits. “I need your help. They’re going to kill me. Then you. We have to do something.”

Suddenly it’s we. Not me. Not I. Not your mother and I. No, she’s in New York. All he cares about is himself. I imagine Ghost standing beside me and striking him for lying. We.

“How many deaths are you responsible for?” I don’t bother entertaining his nuances. I feel uncharacteristically calm right now as I slowly approach him. My hands don’t shake or sweat. My mouth isn’t dry. My heart beats steadily. I am in complete control.

The switch blade weighs like iron in my back pocket.

“What are you talking about?” his mask starts to slip away. I need him to tell me. I can’t do this if he doesn’t admit guilt.

“The shootings: refugee centers, churches, homeless shelters. I saw videos, you know.”

“If you saw videos, what does my answer matter?”

“I want to hear you say it,” my voice is even. I almost sound unbothered by what I’m asking him to admit like I don’t care all that much. “Take ownership of your actions.”

“You don’t know what you’re doing,” he tries to change the subject. For a moment I think he’s trying to make me feel stupid. Then I register something else in his voice. Something fearful and hesitant. What is he scared of? “This isn’t a mistake you want to make.”

“You’re ignoring me. Admit it. Admit what you did to those people. Admit what you did to me. To Mom,” The tips of my boots are just inches away from his chained feet. The air between us is charged with resentment.

“Look at what they’ve done to you, y/n,” maybe it wasn’t fear I sensed earlier. Maybe the emotion sneaking out of his chest was something entirely different. Because if I’m not mistaken now, he almost sounds disgusted. “You’re almost unrecognizable,” The flare of his nostrils confirms it. “Your mother would be so disappointed if she could see you right now.”

I feel a dull twisting sensation in my chest. Like his cold hands have wrapped around my lungs and squeezed them. Breathing feels impossible as the thick muscle twists between his bloody fingers.

My heart pumps faster and molten blood races to my neck and cheeks. My calm composure is slipping and fast.

“You’re such a fucking hypocrite,” the words snag through bared teeth. How dare he try to guilt me. I haven’t done anything wrong. The only reason I’m here is because of him. It’s all because of him.

“Nothing about me’s changed, darling. Your mother’s always supported me. You would too if you knew where the world was heading.”

“I doubt that.”              

“You’re looking at it wrong, y/n. Not everything is about making the world better. But our job, our family, will make it more secure. Those people were a threat,” he says matter-of-factly. A threat to what, exactly? They were innocent. They were children.

“Don’t do that. Don’t act like you’re doing this for the greater good. There is no world where mass killings make things better,” I snarl.

“We work for what we want. We take things into our own hands. This little crew over here, 141,” he says with a measurable amount of distaste. “Is using you. Even now, y/n,” He says this like he knows. Like it’s the complete truth and to even think otherwise is utterly mad. “If you think you’re here on your own free will. You’re wrong.”

I blink. His absolute certainty is maddening. Never could I have imagined him to be so disconnected from reality. He truly is a stranger.

“I know why you’re really here, Little Bird, doing their dirty work like a good little whore,” he seethes. There’s a controlled sense of chaos to him that taunts me. I could pull the switchblade on him. I should. Just get it over with for god’s sake.

I close the minimal space between us. Only inches away yet the distance feels like miles.

“I’m not here on their business,” I say between my teeth. As I lean over him, it’s the first time in forever I feel like I am in control. “This all started because of you and I’ll be damn-“

Suddenly the tables turn swiftly and dangerously. He leaps from the chair and his hands are wrapped around my throat in a vice like grip before I can even process what’s just happened. My arms flail and it feels like slow motion as we fall through the air with him on top of me. How the hell did he get out of his restraints?

My head hits the cement hard and the sound of bone hitting rock echoes off the walls. Not just one, but two men are now strangling me and I struggle to make out which one is real.

“This is all your fault,” spit covers my face as he speaks. Redness runs up his throat to his cheeks as his eyes bulge from exertion. My hands desperately grasp at his arms to no avail. My ears ring as they search the floor for something, anything. Then I feel the tiny piece of metal, still in my back pocket.

Ghost’s training kicks in fast.

My brain barely regiseters the object in my hands as I thrust it toward him as quickly as possible while he’s still destracted. My vision is spotting as his grip seems to tighten even stronger. I repeat the desperate action several times more until the blade is lodged in his lower stomach and I finally manage to drag it across diagonally, completely bathing us in blood.

Only then, does he falter. The man’s hands reach for the wound as he crumples to the side and I take the chance to crawl towards the corner of the room furthest from him. I can’t feel anything but the hot, tacky substance that has fully saturated my clothes. My chest quickly rises and falls as my lungs fight to breathe, but for the life of me it doesn’t feel like any air is making it to them. Panic clouds my vision and my sight turns to static. Everything sounds distorted, like I’m underwater. For a moment I think that is exactly what happened and must be why I feel like I’m drowning.

Red emergency lights flash and an alarm blares in the background. In thirty seconds an armed team of 141’s soldiers will barge through the doors to address the security breach. When they see my father’s slumped body and the growing pool of blood around the bottom of his chair, they’ll look to Ghost for answers first, then they’ll look at me. There’s no hiding what I’ve done.

“Y/n, you’re hyperventilating,” his clear, calm voice breaks through the surface. My eyes flicker up to meet his and my whole attention focuses in on him. Simon. I don’t know where he came from or if he’s real, but right now he’s the only person that can save me. “Deep breaths sweetheart, we don’t have long before they’re here,” his gloved hands cup my bloodied cheeks. I almost don’t notice his skull mask. It’s not the scariest thing in the room anymore. I am.

I nod and Simon continues, “breathe with me y/n. Ready?” he searches my face before deeply breathing in, “and out,” he says through a deep exhale. “Keep breathing. You’re doing good, but I need you to listen very carefully about what is going to happen next,” I nod again and push through another wave of anxiety.

“A team of men is going to detain you and you’ll be brought to the med center. Once you’re cleared Price will have you locked in your room. You won’t get to see me again, but I’ll be watching, okay? You’ll stay there for a few days while the higher-ups have meetings, then eventually discharge you and put you under protective services,” Ghost’s thumb gently rubs back and forth, spreading blood across my cheek. I finally come to terms with what he’s saying. I won’t be able to see him again. They’ll have assumed he had something to do with this. Otherwise, how’d I get the knife? How’d I get through security? They’ll know it was him and they’ll punish him for it.

“But you-” My voice cracks.

“I’ll be alright y/n,” Simon is so calm that I can’t help but belive him.

I want to lean into his embrace, to feel his arms fully encompass my shaking frame and fully disappear into him. Does he mean it when he says I won’t get to see him again? My already clenched heart twists. How am I supposed to just accept that? There has to be something we can do.

I catch the silhouette of my father’s body from the corner of my eye and feel my breathing start to lose control again. I did that. I killed him. Even if it was technically self-defence, my intentions were already set upon deciding to visit him. He almost did me a favour by attacking me.

I’d be stupid to think Ghost and I could have a future after I’ve committed such a heinous crime.

In the distance I hear quickly approaching footsteps as a crew of men, armed and ready, sprint down the hall towards our direction.

“Simon, I-” my voice drifts off. There’s so much I need to tell him, but I’m at a loss. Under the mask, his eyes are calm. He knows. He always has.

“I know y/n,” his voice is low with remorse. The air is still. The alarm blares in the background and our faces are illuminated by the flashing red. My last ounce of hope is suspended by a delicate thread in the space between us. “Me too,” Simon’s brows furrow as he looks me over one sorrowful last time. His shoulders heave as he prepares himself for what he has to do next.

Ghost shifts back as he rises to his full height. The automatic riffle that is often clipped to his hip is taken into both hands and aimed directly at my heart.

“Simon?” my voice trembles. He isn’t there.

“Toss the weapon to the side and put your hands behind your back,” Ghost commands. He doesn’t have to yell or threaten me. I defeatedly do exactly as he says.

The sounds of the soldiers grow louder. Their feet loudly echo through the cement halls. The rattle of their equipment can be heard over the alarm as the leader of the crew yells something indiscernible.

Six more weapons are aimed at my chest as they storm the room. Five of the faceless, towering figures line the wall, completely surrounding me. The last one approaches my father, drops his weapon, removes his gloves, presses two fingers to my father’s carotid artery, and checks for a pulse. Thirty silent seconds pass, and nothing.

He is finally gone.

All their attention returns to me. Ghost remains in the background as one of the new soldiers approaches with a pair of cuffs dangling from his hands. He doesn’t say anything as he closes the gap. The metal is cold around my wrists as the cuffs tighten and click into place.

I fight every urge to look at Ghost. All I want is the comfort of his eyes, to know everything will be all right. I can’t risk it, my every action is being monitored. Even the wrong kind of eye contact can be incriminating. How badly will they punish him? My stomach twists at the thought.

The masked man yanks me to my feet. My knees almost buckle with the unexpected pressure. A wave of dizziness washes over me and I nearly fall. I barely have time to adjust before the familiar black cloth bag is tugged over my head.

Darkness.

I’m reminded of how I was brought to 141 in nearly the same state. It feels like so much has changed and yet nothing is different. My whole life was burned to the ground, yet for them, this is just another day. I am merely a small blip on their radar, almost small enough to disregard completely, but not quite.

I hope I never see them again.

[little-bumblebeeee]

Oh god oh fuck oh jesus fucking christ

[yayll]

~ a little something about you and Dazai trying to love each other a little bit less ~

It's Sakura season, and it's not being shared with someone you love. That's fine, you think to yourself as you sit on the bench, the sunset overlooks the port and you have the park to yourself. The fragile petals fall all around you, covering you in flakes of pink, like snow that won't melt. Though they will shrivel up, you think that might be worse than the instant loss of a melting snowflake. The thing about snowflakes is they melt upon warm contact but these petals won't melt at the touch of cold nor warmth, they'll lie there until their beauty fades along with what's left of their fleeting life. You stare at one in particular as it lands into your coffee cup, floating at the top instead of sinking.

That's what it was like to be in love with Osamu Dazai, and what it was like to sense his dreadful presence approaching you like the wind billows on a starless night. You ignore him, staring down at your coffee cup like it's going to save you, knowing it won't. In your peripheral vision, he looks spectral, and you catch a wave trying to get you to look up along with a familiar voice that reeks of faux friendliness.

"Are you always this avoidant when people try to greet you?"

You bite the soft flesh inside of your cheek, gripping your coffee just a bit tighter, unresponsive.

He continues, hands tucked into his coat and a smirk on his face.

"The blooms are nice today, eh? At their peak. Thought I'd stop by to enjoy them but it seems someone's already taken my favorite bench. At my favorite spot. What a shame."

After another long pause, his voice loses the playful edge and he says your name in a firm tone. This causes you to finally snap to attention, eyes wide and as fragile as those petals that shower you both. He smiles once more, but it's uglier this time, mocking. You mirror him by calling out to him right back, a hint of bitterness in your voice.

"Dazai."

He steps closer, towering over you. He always thought you looked best when you were looking up at him. It would almost sting that you're using his last name if it weren't for the fact that it sounded so good coming out of your mouth. He leans down to you just a tad bit.

"Sooo flustered..."

"I'm not flustered."

It's a joy to know he can still make you feel something, you were always wearing your heart on your sleeve, and your emotions on your precious little face. He sighs dramatically, waving his arms around.

"Mhm, sure you're not. You're lying... And it's honestly boring me to death! And I love death!"

You look away towards the port and roll your eyes, a quiet scoff escaping you along with it.

"Oh, so we're doing this."

It's almost like they're flirting, he thinks. Just like old times, maybe. It sends a thrill down his spine.

"Yes. We are."

You smile faintly, but it disappears just as fast as it materialized.

"I'll head out now and leave you to your favorite bench at your favorite spot, then."

He doesn't even allow you the chance to stand up before he shifts to stand fully in your way, imposing himself with an unreadable expression on his face that's hiding his real thoughts.

"Stay here a minute, I'd like to ask you a tiny little thing."

You tilt your head, the way you used to every time he perplexed you with some nonsense he'd spew out either to toy with you or when he'd say those three poisonous words you could never handle hearing from him.

"Dazai, I don't know if that's wise..."

He knew what you meant by that, because if you stayed like all the other times, you'd never leave. He sees the effect he has on you and he uses that to his advantage. His voice softens, something you aren't used to anymore.

"... But will you do it anyway? Stay here?"

You bite the corner of your lip and sigh... Of course you do.

"I guess... I will."

His eyes narrow and he fights back a smile at the thought of being able to stump you like this.

He's not sure where he's going with this but he's sure he'll think of something to say, he just wants to keep talking to you a little longer. He invades your personal space, and almost reaches out to place a hand on your face but decides not to, opting to keep the unbalanced dynamic going. You breathe out, unable to handle the silence, your cheeks already turning pink.

"Seems to me like you're stalling."

He observes you knowing how desperate you are to hear what he has to say, enjoying the moment of simply holding your gaze when he really should think of what the hell to ask you. He becomes dangerously close, his voice taking on a velvety approach with that lazy smile you love so much.

"Me? I'm doing nothing of the sort."

You look down at your shoes shamefully, something that would have made you so giddy to hear before now just feels like a slap to the face. Your eyes flicker to the way his hands now rest at his sides and it makes you wish they were wrapped around your neck instead. It all causes you to mumble without thinking.

"You always want to stop me from something... You keep me frozen in time."

He tilts his head, finally reaching out to take your hand but when you don't meet him halfway he settles for hooking his pinky around yours instead. He won't move it until you do first.

"Is that so bad? To be frozen by me?"

You're losing this battle, you know that because you can feel your heartbeat in your pinky when he tightens it just a little but it's enough to feel him invade you even further. He feels it too.

"I wish I thought it were..." You say, lamely.

"Why don't you, then?"

He asks quickly, amused. He squeezes your pinky harder and it's starting to cut your circulation off. You look back up with that ridiculously innocent face that always made him want to jump into the river, you didn't even know how precious you looked that way.

"You know why, Osamu."

Oh it's like a shot to the heart when you switch to his first name. How dare you. He wishes you'd say it under different circumstances because he doesn't like this one. That, plus the urge to mock you for your emotions always being so damn sincere causes his gaze to shift. It's less playful now as he stares into your eyes, his voice going low.

"... I don't think I do."

You bite the inside of your cheek again and taste blood from how hard you're holding back the urge to just. Go. But you can't and you won't. It's the same doomed story over and over again.

You murmur with pathetic longing.

"No, you never seem to."

He's figured out his question, and he figures why he's holding your pinky like he's a tourniquet and you're bleeding out, but he doesn't intend on saving you, he's not that kind of guy.

It's dark now, and the Sakura petals are slowing down their fall to death, almost afraid to interrupt the tension going on here. He nods towards you, amused.

"Please, enlighten me."

You look away, a sad smile on your face.

"I don't know if I'm strong enough for that tonight."

He knows that, and you're stupid if you don't think he knows every single little thing about you. This is all just a review. This is all just his way of making sure you haven't moved on this time for sure.

"Aww, look at you, unable to resist me.~"

He mocks you, yet moves his over hand to the small of your back to really make sure you stay here with him. You instantly regret letting your heart speak for you when you said you'd stay earlier. You frown, eyes glistening as the moon makes its presence known. The moon doesn't care to interrupt you two, but somehow it feels like it's on Dazai's side more than anything.

You shake your head, sighing.

"You're being mean. You should be home tonight and so should I."

He keeps staring into you, thinking how beautiful you look when you become so vulnerable around him. He finally releases your pinky, unable to take it anymore, and cups the side of your face instead while the other one still stays on your back. He shrugs and sighs as well, though it sounds more like an imitation of one.

"Perhaps I should be home. But I don't feel like it. Neither do I feel like letting you scurry away."

This causes you to purse your lips and knit your brows together, your patience running out from his games. He should have taken you out back and put you out of your misery ages ago, it's not too late, you think.

"Then what do you propose we do?"

"Hmm... Will you let me kiss you?" He asks as if this were the first time he's ever done it. As if he were concluding a successful first date. Your lip quivers, and he can feel you tremble.

"Why?"

"Why not?"

When you don't reply, he moves his face until his cheek is against yours and whispers into your ear.

"Are you going to say anything, silly? Or can I take this as a yes?"

You finally breathe out, the shock somewhat subsiding. You don't think twice, you're just as pathetic as you've always been. But so is he for asking.

"Kiss me."

You said yes. He gets what he wants from you, thank god. He won't tell you that just this morning he had a dream, or rather a revelation of you letting him kiss you. That he blew off his duties at the agency and visited every single place you used to frequent together until he found you here to make the prophecy come true. That this is a selfish attempt at getting not just that kiss, but your entire being. Your noses touch, and he whispers once more.

"Are you sure about that? You don't sound so sure, little thing."

You swallow hard, and your voice comes out meek and soft.

"I always am."

"Even now?"

He doesn't even wait for your reply before he's closing the distance between you, locking your lips together and sealing you against him, as if worried after all this time you'd still try to move away and leave. The kiss lasts longer than it was intended to, but eventually Dazai removes himself from you, he couldn't bear it if you did so first. You never would, you think to yourself. His gaze is genuinely soft now, his cruelty melting away like a snowflake, but you're dying in his arms like the petal.

"You've always known I'm yours, right? And you're mine?"

You want to cry when he says that, if only it truly was that mutual.

"I want it to be that way, but it seems you only kiss me when no one's around."

The empty outdoor space that envelops them, along with the waves rhythmically crashing against the port punctuates the silence that follows after. Dazai breaks the pause, something about what you just said bothering him deeply.

"If I kissed you when everyone was around, wouldn't they start to look?"

He knows that's terrible thing to say to you, but doesn't want to admit that the thought of others seeing him happy makes him feel like it's an omen, that the second he openly recognizes he's yours you won't stay his for very long. That it will all be a dream from another world. You scoff as you look away, your eyes stinging.

"Mmm... You're funny."

"I'm serious, me being in a relationship? Imagine that. I think the whole agency would be at a standstill. How scandalous."

He doesn't mean that, but he doesn't know why he can't stop pretending he doesn't have feelings and just speak the truth. Surprisingly, you crack a small smile at that, trying to find humor in the fact that you'll never figure him out.

"They'd all think you're looney, which you are."

"That's an understatement! They'd think I'm deranged for letting such a cute person take me away from my very important duties.~"

He plays along with your sarcasm, what matters is you're cooperating.

"They'd all say I'm too good for you, anyway. Especially Kunikida." You really make sure that one hurts, but all he shows is a sly grin.

"It's just better if people don't know we're together, right?"

You look away, the moon's fully illuminating you both.

"It's better not to be together at all, Osamu."

Your words actually hurt like a knife to the chest, and once he goes there, he can't stop it. You weren't supposed to make such a permanent statement. He narrows his eyes, but his voice remains soft, desperate even.

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"You know what I mean, I'm not some secret you keep."

He somehow recovers and replies as smug as possible.

"I like you that way. Frozen in time, remember? The prettiest ice sculpture for me to adore for all eternity.... What else do you want me to say?"

You wince at that.

"Just say anything. Can you say it? Can you at least tell me you loved me at one point in time?"

That does it for him. You look so sad, you look so pliable and it's so attractive, but he's not looking to exploit that anymore tonight. It brings out something else. Something he can't take back.

"You do know I don't ever want anyone else, right? It was real to me then, and it's real to me now. Don't be dense."

He didn't notice the tears in your eyes before, the way they glisten thanks to the moon who's always on his side. He's stern when he speaks to you, his eyes locked on yours to make sure you get it through you stubborn little skull how devoted he has always been and always will be, even if he doesn't show it in the way you want him to.

You're irritated and enamored as you sniffle.

"And what am I supposed to do with that information, huh?"

He speaks above a whisper, you barely hear it yourself; It might as well be an auditory hallucination. His face is solemn, matching yours for once. He's not hiding anything right now.

"Keep it close to your heart and be mine..."

He clears his throat, and moves his other hand from your back to the other side of your face, fully holding you, making sure you have no escape.

"... I'm all yours, so be all mine. Okay?"

"We really are the same kind of stupid, Osamu... Now what?"

You say with a scoff that turns into a small laugh, your voice remaining bittersweet even in between sniffles.

"Now?" His voice trails off, humming as he pretends to think. There was never another outcome to this story, he was never going to say anything different. It's just the way he prophesied it. The way it's meant to be.

"Now you're going to take me home. We're going to get back to your place, and you'll reintroduce me to your very cold and lonely bed I've missed so much as I hold you forever and ever. You'll have no choice but to fall madly in love with me again, as I am with you. Done."

He drops your face and takes your hand properly now, hoping to lead you away into the night. He knows he doesn't deserve this, so he has to make it count.

He's hoping you won't find him crass and reject his request, he doesn't mean to be so blunt. He's just a desperate idiot who refuses to see another season change without you.

When Dazai says he misses intimacy with you, it's because he does. It's because he wants to tell you that this is the last time the cycle repeats itself, this is how he ends it but he needs you to want it too. You stare at him in disbelief at first, your hollow breathing now becoming shaky with each inhale. You choose to believe him, something in his face tells you he's being real for once. Besides, you already have nothing, so you can't lose anything.

"... Then lie in it again. Convince me."

You tuck a strand of his messy bangs that frame his face behind his ear, and you realize how pretty he looks this way. You never noticed he could be even more devastating than usual. You hope he'll keep letting you push it back like this.

He smiles, his voice dropping to a pleading tone at your reverent touch. At your mercy.

"Oh, I plan on it. We've made it this far. Even if it wasn't mutual anymore, it doesn't make it any less true... at least not for me. And just so you know, I did love you at one point in time, and I love you now, you fool."

You look down once again at the fallen petals at your feet already turning brown, and you realize this won't be you tonight, or ever again. You realize there is meaning in all of this and you won't be the snowflake nor the petal, you're going to be Dazai's. You squeeze his hand back, the corner of your lip curling up as you both walk away under the moonlight.

[skitskatdacat63]

Fernando S1E2 - "Lost For Words"

[rosemary-bells]

i am SO for mr using nicknames and endearments on cwn, may it be in fanfic or canon. engong-gege? amazing. baby? perfect. baobei? Superb. legit even using wanning or smth. it’s so soft. so tender.

but god. “kitten” makes him sound like a discord mod or smth. y’all please

[pegging-satan]

Made the mistake of imagining Kunikida with sleeve garters now I am extremely turned on someone draw this please and thanks

[cuteniarose]

It’s almost 6 a.m and I can’t sleep because I’m being plagued by thoughts of The Latest OC

[hypewinter]

Ok ok ok so hear me out. I've seen a lot of stories and prompts where the Joker is scared of Danny. But honestly? Big scary ghost? Whatever, doesn't phase him. He's seen scarier. He's done scarier. Try again.

But you know what has been actually proven to scare the Joker? The IRS. So imagine this man's utter horror when one day an IRS agent just appears in his hideout and lets him know that he still owes them money. The agent gives him a deadline to pay his remaining taxes then leaves.

Joker immediately starts scrambling. He needs to come up with this money fast. No way he's making an enemy out of the IRS. But before that, Johnny? Find my accountant and give him the most painfully funny death you can think of.

For the next few days, Joker is running around, trying to collect the remaining money that he owes but he still doesn't have enough. As the IRS agent so helpfully reminds him every time he shows up.

On the day of the deadline Joker is still just short of what he owes so he pulls out his trump card. Begging.

That's how Batman finds one deranged clown killer on his hands and knees begging for a loan or at the very least some protection and he is utterly confused. It's at that moment when a young man appears out of nowhere.

"I'm sorry. It looks like you still haven't paid all of your taxes," he says in a frighteningly cheerful voice before he grabs the Joker by his collar and drags him into the shadows.

[mistyorchid]

Meet-Cute

Old Man Logan x fem! reader

summary: Failed talking stages inspire you to meet someone irl. Riding an older man in the backseat of his limo makes you forget about the immature boys who ghosted you on Hinge. Ch. 2 Ch. 3 warnings: MDNI, no use of y/n, smut, age gap, reader is 21+, fingering, riding, size difference, praise kink, pet names (doll, baby, sweet/good girl, sweetheart), unprotected p in v, light slapping, oral (male! receiving), creampie, car sex (nobody's around tho), logan's slutty glasses. wc: 3k

Hinge. The app designed to be deleted. You smiled as you pushed the cart, daydreaming about chucking your phone into the nearest lake. The few matches that you received often ghosted you after a week, afraid of committing to a real date.

So here you were, aimlessly strolling through a grocery store. Desperately begging the universe for a real man.

You spent an embarrassingly long time curating the perfect outfit to attract a guy worth your time. Casual enough for a quick errand, but still chic. I want to be with someone who admires my confidence. They shouldn't reprimand me for expressing myself.

That's how the feminist part of your brain explained your attire. The other touch-starved half, however, wanted to wear the shortest skirt you owned just to feel men stare holes through it.

You turned into the bakery aisle and pretended to evaluate the nutritional contents of a massive chocolate cake. Maybe this could be plan B, if tonight's endeavor was hopeless.

The comforting hum of fluorescent lights softened the sterile environment around you. Memories of simpler times floated in your mind. Handmade school lunches. Gentle kisses placed on your knee after a bad fall. You closed your eyes, lulled by the promises of love you were granted as a child. Now an adult, you yearned for a partner that could nurture you in a romantic way.

Logan overheard a bag of produce spill onto the floor as he picked up a shopping basket. The cashier dropped it when he saw Logan's blood-stained dress shirt.

Mumbling a string of profanity, he decided to release some steam. "Show's over!" he snapped, flippantly tossing his right arm behind him.

Ignoring the shocked gasps of the other shoppers, Logan sulked further into the store in search of something to soothe his palate.

His doctor tentatively ordered him to "lay off the booze," a suggestion that left three deep puncture wounds in the drywall of his office. Alcohol numbed the emotional and physical pain that plagued him, but it also further delayed his healing powers.

Logan's skeleton was withering away, and all he wanted was a fucking sweet treat.

Your body braced for impact as your chest made contact with a shopper haphazardly turning into the aisle. After dropping the cake onto the pristine white tile, you closed your eyes again, salvaging the moment of peace that was stolen from you.

"Hey, watch where you're going, asshole." You reluctantly opened your eyes and were met with the solid torso of a man.

Slowly raking your gaze up his body, you raised your eyebrows at the sight of his bloody shirt before meeting his narrowed eyes.

Crows feet radiating from the corners. Prescription glasses. He appeared much older than you expected from your brief contact with his chest.

You silently cursed your luck. This meet-cute plan was steadily evolving into a meet-angry situation.

"Not smart to close your eyes in public," he huffed, staring pointedly at the fallen cake. It was hard not to notice your mini skirt. He hasn't seen a skirt that short since the 60s.

Although you had pulled away from him, the man's eyes lingered on your chest. The playful baby-doll top hugged your cleavage in all the right places. Your glossy lips donned a similar shade of pink. He quickly resumed eye contact, feeling like a dirty old man for imagining them wrapped around his cock.

She's too young, you sick fuck. Logan's internal monologue worked overtime to maintain a shred of decency.

Your face turned away from him at the impending embarrassment you were about to put yourself through. Smirking, you shyly retorted, "Not smart to stare at a girl's tits in public." You gently pushed up his glasses further onto the bridge of his nose.

Closing the gap between your chests, you tip-toed to reach his ear before whispering, "It's okay . . . I want you to."

The answer to Logan's suffering was sweeter than any slice of cake he could have indulged in. A pretty little thing was actually flirting with him, a cynical ex-soldier worn by the unforgiving rings of time.

Logan's hands found the back of your elbows and slowly pulled you closer to him. You gasped as you felt his belt buckle catch on the flimsy fabric of your top.

"Careful, doll," he grunted, leaning down to meet the side of your face. "I'm old enough to be your father."

You defiantly peered up at him through your lashes. "Yeah, and . . .?"

The man slowly distanced himself from you, gently tugging the hem of your top down to its original state.

Okay, definitely not the best response to seduce an older man. You chewed the inside of your cheek, stunned by your juvenile comeback.

"I'm sorry, kid. Forget I said anything," he muttered before turning into another aisle. He mentally kicked himself for letting the interaction go that far. Although his aching body and mind yearned for some relief, he wouldn't take advantage of some young girl.

He hurriedly stomped past the cashiers, swiping a few cigars from a distracted employee's station.

After the initial shock wore off, you quickly followed the older man to the parking lot. Totally not stalker-ish at all, right?

You wanted to take care of him. His reluctance to return your lust-sick gaze should have deterred you, but it only made you more desperate.

You watched as his hands dug into his pocket, pulling out a set of keys. The chipper click of the limo doors unlocking motivated you to get his attention.

"Hey! Can we talk?" You yelled, raising an outstretched palm to stop him from getting inside the car.

Logan froze at the sound of your voice. He contemplated being responsible, slamming his door and driving off without a second glance.

The gentle pressure of your hand wrapping around his wrist made him think extremely irresponsible thoughts.

Turning around to meet your gaze, the older man swiftly opened the passenger door. "Get in. Now," he growled.

Words betrayed you. All you responded with was a surprised squeak as he used your grip on his wrist to push you further into the vehicle.

His eyes widened as you briefly parted your thighs to get settled in the lush leather seat. The sinfully short hem of your skirt bunched up, revealing your underwear.

Logan whipped his head to the front of the limo, avoiding the sight of your body. Unfortunately, he couldn't avoid how you felt against his. You sat at an angle towards him, knees pressing against his thigh. His body tensed as you placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Why were you following me, huh?" he asked, finally meeting your eyes. "I've had a long fuckin' day and I need answers." He couldn't believe that a young woman like you would be interested in him.

"Yeah, you're old enough to be my father, maybe older-" you paused to move your left hand onto his thigh. "-but I'm done playing with boys." You shyly turned your head before continuing, "Need a real man."

Logan was done holding back. Now, it all made sense. Your lack of direction in the store, the low cut of your outfit that was way too sexy for a late night grocery run. We're both adults, he reasoned. She wants this.

He gingerly cradled your jaw with his large hand, turning your head towards his. "You sure about this, sweetheart?

You covered his hand with your own, bringing your lips to his in a spontaneous kiss. "I-I need to hear you," he stuttered.

"Shut up and fuck me, . . . " you sighed, pausing to ask for his name.

"Logan . . . call me Logan, doll." His left hand snaked around your waist, bunching the delicate material and exposing your breasts.

As you leaned into his palm, he fished the limo keys out of his pocket and clicked twice, locking the doors. He fondled the underside of your tits before rolling the sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

You were grateful for the tinted windows that shielded your embarrassing moans from the public.

"Already whining for me, hm? So fuckin' needy," he hummed, pushing up your top even further. You crossed your arms to undress, but Logan swatted them away, explaining, "It's cute. Wanna see your tits bounce for me, baby."

He gripped your ass with both hands and effortlessly swung you onto the broad expanse of his lap.

Your back arched as his rough palm cupped your pussy, thumb languidly tracing your sensitive bud through the cotton.

"But this . . . has to go," he drawled, tugging the elastic of your panties before letting it go with a faint snap.

It was too much. You were splayed over the lap of a stranger, hips wantonly rocking yourself over his prominent bulge and mewling as your sensitive clit caught on the rough fabric of his slacks.

He stilled your movements with his hands, lovingly kneading the flesh of your hips. "You okay with this?" he asked, searching your eyes for any sign of doubt. "Yeah, Logan . . . more than okay. Need you."

You loved that he was confident enough to take what he wanted but also gracious enough to check in, unlike the boys you were used to fucking around with.

His fingers hooked around the waistband of your skirt and panties, skillfully pushing your legs against your chest as he pulled them off. He decided against slicing them off with his claws, not wanting to hurt you. "Fuck. You're so pretty. My sweet, sweet girl . . ." he cooed. You whined as your aching cunt was finally exposed to Logan's hungry gaze and the chill night air. He groaned as you resumed desecrating his lap with your juices.

Your breath hitched as Logan traced two fingers along your bottom lip. You granted him access, playfully darting your tongue around his digits.

After his fingers were thoroughly soaked, he used your saliva to gently trace your hole, noticing the faint flutter of your walls.

"Need me to fill you up, hm? Poor baby's clenching around nothing. Let me fix that . . ." Logan's palm brushed against your clit as his fingers plunged into you, setting a steady pace.

You were incredibly wet, but he needed to prep you for his thick cock. He drooled, collecting a heavy wad of spit onto his tongue before letting it fall onto your pussy.

"Ah-ah!" You exclaimed, surprised by the contact. You bit your lip, cheeks flushing at the lewd feeling of his spit mixing with your wetness.

He used his other hand to slap repeatedly against your puffy folds, mesmerized by how vulnerable you were being for him.

"Yeah, you like that?" He whispered, curling his fingers as they met your cervix. You covered your mouth, desperately trying to maintain some modesty. Logan withdrew his left hand to pry away your arm and swallow your moans, sloppily slotting his lips into yours.

You gasped into his mouth as you felt your cunt spasm around his fingers, gushing all over his tight slacks.

"Oh, fuck! Logan . . . " you mewled, biting his lower lip while he continued to finger you through your orgasm.

Your head fell into the inviting crook of his neck, nuzzling his graying beard. "Atta girl, come for me," he cooed.

Logan peered down at you, noticing wet droplets dampening his beard. You were silently crying, tears cascading down your puffy cheeks before landing on his face.

At first, he was alarmed. "Hey, hey, shhhh," he purred. "What's the matter, doll?"

His cock twitched when he realized you were smiling against his neck.

"Nothing's wrong, Logan . . . you make me feel so good, that's all."

He planted a sweet kiss on your forehead. "Yeah? Want me to make you feel even better? Fill you up for real this time?"

You nodded dumbly, still basking in the haze of your release.

"Nuh-uh. Words." The simple command made you rut into his lap.

You shuddered while responding. "Wanna feel you inside me. Need your-" Logan bucked up into you. "-cock."

He slid his hands under your thighs, briefly pushing you forward so he could unbuckle his belt. Your small hands slinked toward his waist. "Let me do it," you pleaded, hastily sliding his belt through its loops and tossing it to the floor.

You pulled his cock out of his slacks, leaning down to press sweet little kisses to the head. Your thighs burned with the effort, but it was worth it to feel him momentarily lose control. Logan hissed sharply, "Good girl, fuck-" before guiding his thick cock into your heavenly mouth.

You licked a prominent vein that teased its way above his waistband. The taste of him was utterly intoxicating. You moaned onto his length, choking back tears as he suddenly thrust up into your eager throat.

The delicious weight of his cock on your tongue was short-lived. He cupped your face, forcing your mouth to slide past the tip with an obscene pop.

"Won't last long if you keep doing that, doll. Takes a lot less to get me riled up these days," he explained.

You nodded as you straightened yourself, using your knees to hover above his lap. He teasingly ran the flushed tip of his cock through your folds before sinking into your weeping pussy.

"Oh my god! fuck-" you cried, lowering your hips to embrace his full length. Your hands found stability on Logan's shoulders as you bounced on his cock.

Logan stared in awe at your tits. They were practically spilling out the sides of your cute top, jiggling with each movement of your hips.

As he admired your form, you drunk in the sight of his coarse salt and pepper beard. His wiry glasses barely held onto the slope of his strong nose due to your eager movements. You paid special attention to his crimson-stained shirt, wondering how he was enduring the wounds.

"You're hurt." You stated, pausing to slowly unbutton his dress shirt.

Logan's hands grabbed a handful of your ass and slammed you down onto his lap, forcing you to continue taking his cock.

"Never said you could stop," he huffed. "It'll take time, but I'm healing."

You gasped as your clit hitched on the bunched fabric of his slacks, frantically shrugging off his shirt in the process. A devastating moan ripped from Logan's throat as you peppered kisses on his wounds. The coppery taste of his blood was oddly soothing, reminding you that the man buried in your cunt was real and not just a figment of your lust-fueled imagination.

Logan loved how dazed you looked, your chest rising and falling with each shaky breath, your pupils dilated and glossy. His cock twitched every time your soft tits brushed against his face. You whined as the steady rhythm of your hips faltered, hinting at your imminent release.

"Lean forward, baby. Let your old man take care of you," he sighed, wrapping his broad arms around your waist. You allowed yourself to slump forward, arching your back and playfully wiggling your ass in the air.

You yelped as he slapped your ass with enough force to feel the sting radiate from his outstretched palm. "Such a fuckin' tease," he growled, filling you up in one thrust. He set a punishing pace that made you sob into his chest. The loud squelches of your release echoed throughout the limo, mirroring your high-pitched wines.

"Oh, my god! . . ." you mewled, savoring the feeling of his cock stretching your walls. Your breath hitched every time his hips met yours, balls slapping against the sensitive skin of your ass.

He fucked up into your cunt, relishing the fact that you'd probably never had a cock as big as his. Logan stared at where you were connected, hypnotized by the subtle drag of your folds along his rugged length.

"Don't know what I did to deserve a pretty girl like you." His teeth tugged on the delicate strap of your top, exposing your breasts. His mouth enveloped the bud, gently sucking and pulling as they hardened.

"Logan . . . can't take it anymore. I'm close." You clenched around him, earning another hard slap on your ass.

"You gonna come for me sweetheart, hm?" He somehow increased his pace, hips drilling into your sensitive cunt. "C'mon, come all over my cock. Such a sweet young thing, so eager to please . . . " he hummed into your ear.

"And just so we're clear, I am definitely older than your father." His filthy words made you arch even higher, stilling your hips mid-air and allowing Logan to fuck you through your release.

The sound of you faintly chanting his name as you came sent him over the edge. "You can take it," he encouraged as your pathetic whines intermingled with his unabashed groans. His hips drove home, bouncing you harshly against his tense thighs and spilling into you with a low growl.

You almost blacked out at the feeling of his cum spurting into your walls, reaching even further when Logan buried his cock to the hilt. You clenched around him, overstimulated and thoroughly fucked.

"That's it, just relax . . . You look so pretty milking my cock," he praised, brushing stray hair away from your face.

You managed to sit upright and shakily moved to lift yourself off his cock, but Logan quickly steadied your hips. He's still hard, you realized, fascinated by his renewed vigor.

He panted, obviously just as spent as you were.

"So, uh, tomorrow, the Italian place on fifth street, 8 PM?"

You narrowed your eyes, incredibly confused at his choice of words after experiencing the best sex you've ever had.

"Our first date," he clarified. He kissed your cheek and you blushed at the contrast between the innocent action and the fact that his hard cock was still buried in your cunt. "After all, I'm a real man, right? And real men plan dates." He plastered on a cocky grin, repeating your earlier statements.

"Okay, old man. It's a date." You smiled, kissing his mouth with passion.

an: Ah!!! I had so much fun writing this. Old Man Logan, when will it be my turn >:[

[toji-bunny-girl]

Toji with a puppy girl👀

Nah cuz puppy!reader…x wolf!toji‼️⁉️ GOODBYE YALL🫡

Alright imagine wolf cop!Toji and puppy!reader who accidentally got caught speeding and acting all fidgety and nervous when he made her roll her window down. Wolf cop!Toji’s leaning against your car door, merely asking for your driver’s license and you’re already shaking in your seat.

The first thing you did was trying to explain why you were speeding just a little, to buy some heat suppressants and Toji could see that you weren’t lying about that. Puppy girl is all sweaty, your eyes are droopy with indecipherable lust and your aromal pheromones were begging him to breed you. He is a servant of the law, supposedly having to be professional on his job, but fuck did he want to help you with your heat.

He doesn’t know the extent of his self-control and he has no interest in testing it today—so he promptly sends puppy off with a warning, he’d better not catch you speeding again.

The next time he saw puppy was a few seasons later—when he was passing by an alley on the way home from dinner with the chief. There was a little yelp of desperation, and what seemed to be someone calling for help. He could smell the scent fraught and despair, along with a familiar whiff of feminine pheromones.

Stalking into the tenebrous alleyway, he found you cowering all scared over the corner, ears back and tail between your legs as a hooded male prowled closer to you. 

Without much thinking, Toji hauled the male away from you, smashing his frame against the wall before locking his hands behind his back. 

The man tried to fight back but it was all simply in futile. He could try all he want but Toji would still have him subjugated under his strength. Ripping the hoodie off of him, and as his features were described; it was the serial rapist around your area. 

“Oi!” he called for your attention, sobbing as you shut your thighs tight together. “Get my phone outta my pocket.”

You did as you’re told, dialling the number he chanted aloud and soon the cops were there to bring the male under custody. 

“Thank you for saving me, sir,” you spoke to the intimidatingly huge wolf. And Toji returned with a terse ‘welcome’, noting the crimson blush you wore underneath your cheeks and your strong intoxicating scent; it made his head heavy and the world seemed to whirled in his sight. 

“Yer’ alright?” his voice was comfortingly deep, the grizzly pitch scratching the nerves in your ears. You’re practically sweating, and acting like how you were the first time he saw you. “Why are you out here alone this late?”

“I was going to get some heat suppressants and my car was getting fixed. So I had to walk…” you embarrassingly cried. Fuck, he swore in his head, not again. The officers were busy with the rapist bastard and letting you continue your walk alone seemed unsafe. So, he’d better send you back as quickly as possible and get on his merry way home. 

Or so he thought. 

“Please, please, please…!” you tearily whined, rubbing yourself against his knee, nose buried deep in his neck, breathing in his manly essence. Toji was beating back a groan, your scent punching his nostrils and messing up his heartbeat. He was supposed to drive you home, and somehow you’re straddled on top of him just as he has reached your home.

“Hey—”

“It hurts s’much, sir!” you’ve balled his shirt into your fist, staring at him with those wet puppy eyes. It’s your hormones against his instincts, and he has to put himself under control no matter what. “The toys are no use, I can’t do it anymore!”

“Where’s ya suppressant?” Toji sighed as he rummaged through your bag, his thigh began to dampen and the bulge in his pants pumped against the restraints of his brief as it grew in size. You didn’t manage to buy it, did you?

“Please, save me,” your voice broke as you cried, desperation oozing out of your eyes along with your tears. He could feel your pulse through his pants and your drenched panty, and fuck were you pushing him towards the edge of his limits. “It’s just this once, please…!”

Your words were the breaking point that wrenched the very last of his self-control out of his wavering self. But rules are still rules, and he worked quickly to call his partner, instructing him to help log out of his shift system for him. You were practically all over him when the phone call ended, your little teeth nipping and licking over his saliva-coated neck.

“Bad girl,” Toji clicked his tongue, his voice was low, almost predatory with a growl. You let out a yelp when he grabbed your face, forcing your head to the side as to expose the supple skin of your neck. It wasn’t fair for you to mark him without expecting him to imprint on you. Especially when you’d let out your adorable gasps as he sunk his sharp teeth into your flesh, your skin threatening to break and blood ready to flow under the subjugation of his canines.

He would only learn more of the sound you’d make when he pressed a finger against your pulsing clit through your embarrassingly wet panty, teasing and rolling your bud until your body shook and voice begged him to touch you more.

You were all he could smell and hear, his mind and body nearly drunk off of your pheromones that bubbled into the sizzling hot air. And it took the rest of a pathetic amount of restrain left in him not to eat you whole. He would have to compromise on the honey that seemed to coat your skin, sucking and biting the sweetness off of you.

Your gasps turned to whines when he stuffed a finger into your heat, a single digit of his large enough to please your squeezing cunt. But he expected you to take more than that, stretching out your slick-dripped pussy with two of his thick fingers. Your cavern squelched as he slipped them in and out of you, your head growing heavy and your eyesight turning hazy.

“Feel so—nnh, good…!” you slurred through the pleasure that shook your nerves. Your movements did nothing but agitated the bulge in his trousers, and Toji hated being edged of all things. So he had your wrists bounded by his cuffs, your arms raised above his head and your motions then restricted to your hips as you buckled them from the tingles in your core.

Toji smirked through one of the bite he was marking on your chest when he pumped his digits in and out of your sloppy cunt faster, his thumb reaching your clit and stimulating both of them at the same time. You burst into heightened cries as you felt your orgasm coming close, your hips rolling with his thick fingers as they curled over the gummy part of your wall, your eyes rolling to the back of head as pressure started building in your core.

“Mmnh—I’m cummin’, I’m cummin’!” you repeated into a chant, your features twisting to his enjoyment as he watched you come undone from his mere fingers.

From the look of it, Toji knew you haven’t had enough. You were at the height of your heat, any coherence long melted into your innate desires to mate, for hours at least. You tried to free yourself from the cuff he’d locked you in, your eyes raking over his body down to the pumping size in his pants, a spot of pre-cum damp from your doings.

“Please, sir…” you whined through your adorable doe eyes, your craving for his cock to fill your cunt catching up to your limit. “Please fuck me.”

“That’s what I wanna hear,” Toji smirked, nipping the end of your sensitive ear, causing you to shudder from his touch. He loved the fact that he doesn’t have to ask for you to beg for him, his animalistic ego stroked by your adorable neediness.

Your eyes nearly popped out when you watched him unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down to release his fat cock, veiny and pulsing and ready to pump you full. You were almost too eager to fit him inside of you, your hips sinking down a little too quickly. But Toji was quicker to grab you before you hurt yourself. You were already well prepared, your body releasing all the hormones necessary but still, you were built a little too small for him.

“Someone’s impatient,” Toji chuckled as you wriggled in his hold. Just as he thought, your lips paused open when he slowly sank you halfway down his length, his thick cock pushing against the wall of your tummy, a little bump from the shape of his bulging from the inside of your stomach.

The both of you swore underneath your breaths, and you threw your head back when Toji started shifting into your hips. You were so damn tight and warm and wet that his carnal need to breed hit him like a fucking truck.

His jaw clenched as he forced his whole length into your pulsing hole, your eyebrows furrowed and teeth sunk into your bottom lip from how full you felt. Your breaths left your mouth as dragged moans when Toji began to draw his hips out and into your weeping cunt, slow but deep.

His thumb drew circles upon your hardened clit once again, attempting to ease your clenching hole but it did nothing but tightened your grip around his girth. “You gotta relax, pup,” he groaned into the sultry air, and you cried as you shook your head.

“M’ can’t! Please!” you mewled, rolling your hips for the least bit of friction, itching to ease the tingle between your thighs.

“Fuck,” Toji growled as tears of frustration began forming in your eyes. You weren’t the only one starved for sex, he’s been holding on for so long just not to hurt you. But you’re an eager one, can’t even wait for his cock to start moving and you’re sniffling your tears aback. “You better not regret this,” he clicked his tongue before drawing his hips back, slamming them up into your weeping cunt.

The car shook from the force and a scream lodge itself in your throat, your pussy ached with his cock dragging against your walls, and a pulsing warmth began to swarm all over your belly. “Haah—it’s s’good!” you mumbled unsteadily, your back arching into him and eyes turning crossed.

“I need you to be, shit—clearer, sweet.”

“Your cock f-feel s’good, sir!” you could feel the way Toji twitched inside of you, his pace relentless and rough. It doesn’t take long for you to feel the crack of the pressure in your core, and your released gushed all over his lap and car seat, the scent of your essence making his head heavy.

He doesn’t stop even when your lips spewed nothing but rambles, your drool slipping down your chin and onto your marked chest. Instead, he began to fuck himself into you, harder and faster. Your thighs shook for the way his cock spurred up your insides, it was as if he was trying to bring you apart then and there.

Toji bellowed out a low growl as his nails sank into the flesh on your hips, using your body like a fleshlight and messing up your sore cunt. Your slick cavern hugged his cock tight as he twitched, the nerves on his tip dancing upon the fire of pleasure before you feel a rope of his velvety semen paint your insides white, a wave of orgasm crushing down over you soon after.

You’re too drunk and dumb off his cock to stop him, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and tongue idly lolling out. Toji had spent too much of his time enveloped in your mating pheromones, his hormones raging all over his body, twisting the levels until he was down to nothing but a hulking body of a male intending to impregnate.

Unbeknownst to you, it would take days for a wolf’s rut to wear off.

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

It had been years, almost a decade since the last time Simon Riley had sex. It wasn’t as if he was sexually inexperienced, but sex was just never something he thought about.

Until you.

You were a vixen, a muse, and Simon’s undoing. A simple smile from you would have the 6’4 soldier on his knees for you.

Never in a million years would he have imagined he’d be here, his cock buried inside of your tight little pussy as you called out his name. That he was the one making you feel this good.

It was as if the gods made you just for him, your arms molding perfectly around his neck, your legs just the right size to circle his waist, your pussy just the right fucking fit for his cock.

His eyes squeezed shut, his mouth hanging open as he threw every ounce of concentration he had into holding off his orgasm. Every fiber of his being was begging him to release, his hands shaking around your head as his cock twitched yet again inside of you.

Simon dared a glance at you, and felt his stomach tighten tenfold at the sight. You were so fucking beautiful, covered in sweat, your hair a mess, your eyes darkened with lust as soft mewls fell from your pretty lips.

Jesus.

He just couldn’t wrap his brain around how he ended up here, balls deep in the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. A woman he’d silently loved for years now sprawled out naked below him, taking his thick cock like it was fucking meant for you. Maybe it was fucking meant just for you.

Simon fisted the sheet above your head, a growl escaping his swollen lips as he felt you clench around him. “Love, please, you gotta stop doing that.”

You moaned in reply, letting your head fall back further into the pillow behind you, your legs tightening around your lieutenants waist. The angle allowed for Simon’s cock to hit deeper within you, your pussy yet again clenching around him. “Feels so good, sir.”

Any ounce of self control Simon had vanished in that moment, between the glorious sight of you naked beneath him, the way your tight pussy was clenching around him and the way you just fucking called him sir? Simon was a fucking goner.

Before he could even comprehend what was happening, his cock was pulsing inside of you, his thick white cum painting your already soaked walls. Simon let his head fall slightly, burying in the crook of your sweaty neck as he let out a low groan. “Fuck!”

It took him a moment to catch his breath, and he hesitantly opened his eyes, expecting to find you looking at him with disappointment.

But when he looked down at you, he found you beaming up at him, a languid smile on your lips, your eyes still blown with lust. He watched as you took your bottom lip between your teeth, your eyes locked on his.

He felt you grab the back of his head, pulling his lips down to yours in a heated kiss, full of tongue and teeth. You let out a whine into Simon’s mouth, causing his cock to grow impossibly hard once more inside of you.

Simon pulled away with a breathless smile, his eyes locked on yours as he braced both his hands on either side of your head.

“Now I believe it’s your turn to cum, good girl.”