#and frequently wrap my legs and arms around them

[nanaslutt]

Good boy

synopsis: Choso ditched you for his brother. His punishment? Getting tied up and watching you get off.

pairing: Choso x reader

cont: fem reader, established relationship, kinda sub!Choso, restraints, masturbation, cumming untouched, bed humping, oral(r!r), dirty talk, cum eating, praise

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Choso's strong arms pull against the rope that binds them, secured in a way that can even hold him down. He's sat on his knees with a pout on his face while a puddle of pre-cum grows on the floor underneath his twitching cock, a line of the slick connected to the tip of his dick. 

Choso has to remember to swallow every so often as he watches you piston your fingers in and out of your cunt, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. His face is all screwed in lust and need, his eyes glossed over and lips swollen and wet from how frequently he licks his tongue over them. 

The squelches emanating from your pussy only makes his cock throb even harder. "F-fuuuuck Choso-" You whine, spreading your legs further apart for him, letting him get a better view of the mess you were making between your legs. Your fingers were coated with your wetness and were only getting wetter and wetter with each thrust.

Choso's cock bobbed at the sound of his name leaving your lips. "It hurts, I- I wanna fuck you now," Choso begged, stuttering out his words. He felt like crying, his poor balls felt so heavy and he needed to feel something wrapping around his cock before he lost his mind. 

You shook your head, adding your other hand between your legs to start rubbing at your clit. Choso whined, watching astutely as your cunt squeezed around your fingers at the added stimulation. "D-did that feel good?" Choso asked, his eyebrows furrowing together tighter. "You got tighter when you touched yourself there." He explained.

You gasped, rubbing your clit faster while looking up at him, your eyes darting between his cock and his eyes which were focused on your hole. "Yeah, Cho, f-feels so good." You replied, your pace faltering for a moment as you rubbed your clit perfectly, making your mind go blank. 

Choso's breath picked up, he was panting loudly now, squirming on the floor. "I wanna lick it. I- I wanna lick your pussy." Choso cried, licking his lips. "Please, please give me something It hurts, my cock hurts." You almost started to feel bad, but each time your eyes found his desperate face, it was hard to. 

He looked so vulnerable, so needy, it was a good look on him. "No Choso, t-this is your punishment for ditching me for your brother." You said, staying adamant in your stance on not letting him fuck you. "I- I know I know I'm sorry, I don't have to put it inside just- please, please give me something." Choso cried, his shoulders flexing as he tried to wiggle out of his restraints.

Looking at him for a few seconds, you decided a little something couldn't hurt. Pulling your fingers out of your cunt, you sat up and crawled toward Choso who sat by the wall. He watched with hungry eyes as you slowly made your way closer to him, leaving your previous spot against the back of the bed.

"You wanna taste me?" You asked, tilting your head at him. You braced yourself on your knees and leaned forward, placing one of your hands on his upper thigh to steady yourself, dangerously close to his cock. Choso nodded hastily before you even finished speaking. "I'm not going to touch you, this is all you get." You told him, making him look into your eyes so you know he understood.

"Okay, thank you, thank you," Choso asked, his eyes dropping to your hand that had just been inside of you. "Open." You instructed, watching him with bated breath as his jaw fell open and his tongue fell out, his eyebrows furrowing together in need. "Good boy." And with that, you pressed your fingers against his tongue, letting him wrap his lips around them as he sucked off your juices, his tongue swirling around them.

A smile graced your features when his eyes rolled back in his head and a loud muffled moan vibrated your fingers. Your mouth fell open in a small o, the feeling of his tongue licking your fingers making you feel a new sense of need between your thighs. 

Suddenly, Choso bit down on your fingers, not hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to catch you off guard, your eyebrows shooting up in surprise. You watched Choso's body jerk repeatedly, his eyes fluttering in their sockets before you felt something warm and hot land on your thigh.

"Oh fuck..." You whispered to yourself as Choso whined around your fingers, his tongue still working adamantly around them, trying to prolong your taste as much as he could. Choso's cock bobbed heavily in the air, his balls throbbing as he released his seed all over you and the floor between you. 

Your fingers slipped out of his mouth when his chest fell forward, his head landing against your shoulder. "Oh my god Choso, fuck." You whined, your body feeling like it had been set on fire. Choso was cumming. Choso was cumming hands-free, just from tasting you.

You reached out to grab his hot cock at the end of his orgasm, slowly jerking him off, trying to milk every last drop out of him. "Oh- y-your hand-" Choso groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck, wishing he could cling onto you with his arms right now. "F-feels good, feels so good keep touching me, please." He begged. 

You knew you weren't supposed to touch him, at least according to your own rules right now, but when he begged so sweetly it was hard to ignore him. Choso breathed heavily against the side of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin. "You like my taste that much, baby?" You asked, running your freehand through his hair, still every so slowly jerking him off. 

He nodded right away, a soft "uh-huh" leaving his lips. "You're so cute Choso, so cute." You praised, dropping your eyes to his cock, noticing how his abs still clenched and twitched every so often. He made such a mess, his cum had drenched your thighs and the floor under him.

"You made such a mess though, Cho." You said, gripping his hair tightly between your fingers, pulling him out of the crook of your neck softly. "Look at all this, it's everywhere." You said, trying to ignore the throbbing between your legs at the sight as you pretended to act annoyed.

"I- I'll clean it." Choso immediately offered, looking up at you like a puppy as he nodded at his own words. You let go of his cock and wiped your hand clean on your thigh before grabbing his soft face in both of your hands, which he leaned into, his eyes closing as he nuzzled against your palms. 

"How are you gonna clean it with your hands tied behind your back?" You asked, waiting for him to suggest a certain idea before you did. Choso was one step ahead of you as he answered, "My mouth, I'll use my mouth." He said confidently, his face staying serious even when you smiled, your eyes raising in surprise. 

"Yeah? You gonna lick up your own cum off my thighs?" You asked, a hint of teasing in your tone. Choso nodded right away, already trying to lean down to start when you slid one of your hands behind his head and gripped his scalp, tugging his hair sharply, making him groan as he was stopped in his tracks.

"I'm not gonna make you do it on this hard floor, come lay on the bed with me." You said, your thumb rubbing against his cheek. Choso followed you like a duckling as you grabbed his forearm and pulled him backward with you towards the bed. You helped Choso situate himself between your thighs, his arms stim bound behind his back.

Choso sighed in relief, in this position his cock was pressed firmly against the sheets, making his still prominent arousal get a little relief. Choso nuzzled his head against your thigh as you placed your legs around his shoulders, your hands gathering the stray hairs around his face, making sure his hair didn't get any cum on it.

"Good boy Choso." You praised, looking at him fondly as he licked his first fat stripe against your thigh, taking his tongue back into his mouth and swallowing quickly before he scrunched his nose and opened his mouth for more. His reaction made you giggle. "You don't like the way you taste?" You asked, feeling yourself throb the closer and closer Choso got to licking up the cum that was right next to your throbbing pussy on your inner thigh.

Choso shook his head before swallowing, his hot tongue making your thighs clench as it caressed your skin repeatedly. "I was just thinking I feel bad for you." You laughed at how cute he was beginning before you shook your head and ran your fingers through his hair to recollect it before you held it back again, out of his face.

"I like the way you taste Choso." You said, making his eyes shoot up at you, locking onto yours as he leaned forward and licked another stripe against your leg, the eye contact making you swallow hard. Choso blushed at your shameless words before he shut his eyes and continued cleaning you off.

Your breathing started to pick up when his licks became kisses and bites, and he became less and less focused on cleaning off his cum, the trail of his mouth getting dangerously close to your cunt. You were throbbing at this point, you almost wanted to beg him to touch you. "Choso." You said softly, about to warn him not to touch you per his punishment, but you were unable to do so, instead tightening your hand on his hair, hoping that would get something across to him because there is no way you had the will to tell him not to touch you right now.

Choso looked up at you with lidded eyes, all glossed over and fucked out as he shimmied closer to your cunt, licking the skin just under your pussy lips. The look on your face now was pure lust and unbridled need as you swallowed hard, watching Choso try and be sneaky. Keeping his eyes on you, he stuck his tongue out before he leaned forward and opened his mouth, his tongue falling out, making your breath pause before he closed his eyes and made contact with your cunt.

"Oh fuck Choso-" You whined breathlessly, your head immediately falling back against the sheets at the contact, your grip in his hair loosening as you held him against you using the nape of his neck.

Choso moaned softly, shaking his head back and forth against your pussy as he lapped at your folds, his tongue breaching the entrance of your pussy as he swallowed up your wetness, replacing the bitter taste of his cum with the sweet taste of yours. Because Choso's arms were bound behind his back, the only thing holding him up was your legs that caged him in, so his face was getting buried in your pussy, bringing you the most delicious pressure.

"M-mmmm-" Choso moaned into your cunt, his fat tongue stretching open your walls. "B-bad boy Choso, you're such a bad boy." You scolded, with no real malice behind your words. You were too horny, and his tongue felt too good to care about him breaking your rules. Choso hummed in response before his plush lips found your clit, wrapping around them.

"Oh god- right there Choso- Fuckkkk right there-" You moaned, gripping his hair and the nape of his neck ruthlessly, trying to ground yourself. Choso moaned against your clit, the sound vibrating your pussy, making your body jolt and jerk with the stimulation. 

You suddenly noticed how much the bed was shaking, which snapped you out of your own head a bit as you thought you were the one causing the commotion unconsciously. Peeking your head back up, you saw Choso's hips rutting quickly against the sheets, his eyes firmly shut as he ate you out, his tongue batting against your clit expertly.

You watched the way his hands clenched and unclenched in the restraints, the muscles of his back flexing every so often as he tried to fight them to no avail. "Does your cock feel needy again?" you asked, looking down at how sloppily he was working his tongue and lips against you. He nodded, his glossy eyes peeling open to find yours, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Are you gonna cum like that?" You questioned again, noticing how harshly he was fucking the bed, the frame squeaking underneath him. You blushed hard, from an outsider's perspective it sounded exactly like he was fucking you.

The man between your legs moaned as he nodded, his eyes staying locked on yours save for the occasional fluttering as he ate you out. His answer made your pussy clench around nothing. Choso was so shameless and desperate, you felt like you were gonna cum just from watching him hump the bed like some dog in heat.

"M-make me cum with you." You begged, feeling yourself on the verge of your orgasm. "I'm about t-to cum." Choso felt his balls tighten at your confession. The taste of you flooded his tongue, your smell invading all his senses as he flicked his tongue against your clit with twice the intensity, trying to make you cum before he did.

Suctioning his lips around you harder, your back arched against his face, which Choso followed with his head, not wanting to give you a second without pleasure. "Right there, right there, d-don't stop Choso, don't f-fucking stop-" You whined, your hips now humping against his mouth on their own volition, forcing him to nod his head with you to keep up, increasing the stimulation.

Choso was getting restless, he needed to touch you, needed to feel your body against his hands. He hated these damn restraints. Just before you felt yourself reach the edge, you heard an unintelligible 'snap' before you felt Choso's hands on you. Which is weird because you could've sworn you tied him up- but you couldn't think much about it as his tongue rubbing against you pushed you over the edge.

Choso gripped the fat of your thighs, keeping you flush against him as you rode out your orgasm on his tongue. Choso followed only moments after, his cock humping weakly against the sheets as he came for the second time, his cock rubbed raw from the comforter, but that didn't stop him from fucking it roughly, pretending he was releasing his seed inside of you as he came.

Moans of his name falling from between your lips as your thighs snapped around his head only made his orgasm feel that much more intense. You had to practically push him off of you when the shocks of your high died down, his tongue starting to push you into oversensitivity. Peeling your eyes open slowly, you looked down at Choso, who was gripping your thighs, then over to the very expensive red shibari rope, which had been snapped in two.

You opened your mouth to speak but the next thing you knew, Choso's lips were on yours, his softening cum covered cock pressing against your inner thigh as he crushed you with his body, his arms coming between your and the mattress to wrap around your body, keeping you flush against him. All you could do was moan in surprise and gasp into his mouth as he forced his tongue between your lips, your taste flooding your mouth.

After the rushed, needy kiss, Choso pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you by your lips. His face was flushed and sweaty, and he was panting heavily, almost louder than you were. "I don't like that rope." Were the first words out of his mouth, making you giggle. You grabbed his face and pulled it against you, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"That rope was really expensive." You said, looking at him with raised eyebrows. Choso stared at you blankly before he squeezed his arms around you again and buried his face in the crook of your neck, his sweaty body overwhelming yours with heat. "Good. Don't buy another one I don't like it." He said pouting, his body relaxing into yours. 

"I won't as long as you don't ditch me for Yuuji anymore." You said, poking the tip of his nose. Choso crinkled it before he nodded and buried his head deeper. "Okay. Sorry." He replied, his breath tickling your collarbones as his breathing returned to normal. "Good boy, Choso. You're a good boy.

[potpiehead]

to get some stuff off my mind

[hoshigray]

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Toji x fem/afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - oral (m! receiving) - ball-massaging - face + throat-fucking - praise - pet names (baby, cutie, mama, sweet thing) - implied that reader has given oral prior - first-time Toji finding enjoyment in receiving oral - heavy depictions of a blowjob - mention of spit.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: "Toji has never really enjoyed oral. At least, not until Y/n went down on them for the first time…"

I was playing with NSFW prompts for the first time, and this was literally the first one it gave me…genius. (¬‿¬) guess kinda a switch-up from this oldie i did~ hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and New Year's, accept this as my welcome back present, hehe~ also tysm for 4.6k, hello????

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k

“…Hey, Toji?” 

“Yeah, baby?”

“…Can I…..give you a blowjob?”

Up until this point, Toji was never one to be given oral from anyone. 

Giving oral isn’t a problem. But receiving it from someone else? That’s another thing. Call it his personal preference or years of sexual experience, but the older man never actually found pleasure in it. It could be from the many inexperienced minxs he’s had to get his dick wet, whose frequent teeth and bites sabotaged the mood for him. Or probably from the others who just really didn’t appear to know what they were doing — again, ruining the mood. Or the fact that most of the time, as mentioned, he finds himself satisfying his partner at the time more than himself. 

Not that he minds at all; no, no. He finds great satisfaction in going in between someone’s legs and getting them turned on from his work. But when it comes to the thought of having his dick sucked, it’s a hard pass. Respectfully. 

Which brings us to the present: him on the couch with an arm wrapped behind your shoulders, bringing you close to him as you watch television comfortably. The ceiling lights dimmed to a warm low glow, your head draped on his shoulder as his hand rubs comforting circles on yours, and the silence only filled with the voices coming from the TV isn’t awkward in the presence of you two. Why would it be? He’s with you, his little sweet thing. And that’s all he wants right now.

So, after all the fidgeting with your thumbs and the occasion glances at him (which he noticed, of course), it was apparent that you’d soon ask him something out of the blue. What he hadn’t expected, though, was that question. 

“Pfft, that’s random,” he scoffs at the sudden question, and more subtle chuckles resort from the bashful turn of your head. God, you were so cute. “Why ask, sweet thing?”

“I was…just wondering, you know?” Your eyes travel down to your twiddling thumbs, avoiding Toji’s deep, observant emerald gaze. “We’ve been together for this long, and not once have I ever given you a blowjob. And I know, you always say you’re fine with it, but like…I really wanna give you one.”

And that’s when you muster up some confidence to peer up at him meekly, and that’s what seals the deal for Toji. Who is he to deny such puppy dog eyes from his baby? 

“Okay then,” he chortles with a smirk, the scar on his right side rooted up. It’s just a blowjob. If not for me, then for them. “Do what you do, cutie.” Little did he know that this would blow his expectations far out.

It started out nice and slow. Toji indulged in your kisses as you snuck your hand into the hem of his drawstring pants, sucking on his tongue while fingers crept inside his boxer briefs to give his cock a rub. He groans into your mouth, liking how you’re setting the mood until you take your lips away from his and slide off the couch to be between his legs. Removing his underwear to the floor, you examine his half-soft dick before using your hands to wrap around the base, massaging around it while you take the tip in your mouth. Toji sighs in bliss at the feeling of your soft licks and rolls of your tongue, shifting around to get more comfortable on the couch.

His erection becomes less and less flaccid, hardening around your mouth. This is where you decide to take in more of his length, hallowing your cheeks as you push your puffy lips down halfway down his erection. By the time you reach this base, your throat is so full of Toji’s girth that you use his sweatpants as reins for your hands as you try to give yourself a few seconds to adjust to the limb occupying your throat. You continue to suck on his cock, bobbing up and down with your saliva coating him, your tongue moving around on the underside of his dick every time you suck up to the tippy top. 

The sucks and strokes to his length become a little faster, and it’s here that Toji can’t concentrate on the television. Subtle twitches of his leg result from the hummed moan you express while taking him to the hilt. The vibrations that resonate along the inner walls of your throat are felt. It feels so good. And the tongue of yours? Fuck. His brows trench down when your tongue licks from the bottom of his ridge to the frenulum, giving his cockhead an onslaught of rough licks and kisses that has Toji exhale through his nose. “Hmmnn, fuck…Y/n, baby, y’re so good at this…Uhghh!”

You release his tip with a soft ‘plop’ with a string of saliva connecting your lips to his spit-covered cock. “Ahahhn, really?” Oh, fucking shit, don’t look at him like that. Your hooded eyes peering up at him with a soft smile while your hands maintain a stroking rhythm that has Toji squirm around your grasp. And then you surprise him with a grasp of his ballsack, oh you’re a devilish cutie. “That makes me happy to know,” you give him a giggle when Toji involuntarily bucks to your hands; the veiny limb contrasting with your pretty fingers is such a sight to see. The pulsating commotion between your legs progresses more by the second.

More dangerous licks paired with the massage to his balls as Toji huff is bliss. “Ahhh, sh–shit…Ya like how my dick tastes, mama?”

Taking his cock back into your mouth with alluringly half-lidded eyes is the answer you give him, your lips covering your teeth as your jaw relaxes to welcome his neither limb back inside your warm oral cavity. The suction of your hallow cheeks became lethal with the increased speed, your tongue now swirling around him and creating such deviant noises that only Toji focuses on despite the television vices failing to drown them out. 

Holy shit, Toji wasn’t expecting this kind of treatment at all. This was downright out of the water from all the other oral ordeals he’s had in his life. How the fuck were you so good at this!? Cupping his balls while slurping his dick was such a dangerous combo; Toji doesn’t know how long he’ll contain the urge to stand and fuck your face here and now. Goddamn, the faster you bob your lips on him, the shiver down his spine is hard to ignore. His hips jerking to your mouth; he wants to fuck your face so bad. And just looking at your ass sway while you suck on him, he knows you’re enjoying this as well. 

It reaches a point where he can’t take it anymore — he wants to go faster and harder. So Toji grabs your head as he stands up and dials the tempo to a harsher motion, propelling your lips down to his pelvis. And you’re quick not to panic, being sure to breathe when Toji smacks his testicles to your chin and ruts into your face and throat with no mercy. Toji moans at the sensation of your gummy walls wrapping around his length, hissing at your muffled wails as he hits the back of your throat. “Fsshhh—Hnngh!! Fuckin’ shit, just like that, mama, just like that…Ohhggh!”

You can feel the veins on his girth pulsate, indicating that his release is soon coming. The thrusts to your face get erratically faster, so you’re sure to grab onto his sweatpants to make sure you don’t lose balance as he spills his load down your throat. Ending it with a few rough hits to your lips, Toji groans with gritted teeth, shaky, strong legs pumping his semen for you to drink, which you merrily take with muzzled squeals on his shaft. The both of you experience the last moment of this euphoric high until Toji’s body calms down, heavy breaths going slower with every expel. He gives you a few moments to suck him off a little more before removing himself from you, gradually pulling his length, quivering with the aftershocks at the dismissal of your warm walls around him. And he jolts when you tease him with one last lick to the sensitive tip. 

“Hahhh, damn, cutie,” Toji takes a seat back on the couch, eyeing you down with a weary smirk and furrowed brows. “Since when did ya like to get down and dirty?”

You sheepishly smile back and avert your eyes down, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “I’m glad you liked it, Toji.” 

“Sure as hell did,” he bends down to grab your chin and bring you in for a kiss. The squeaks you let out when he bites your lips are too adorable and hot to his ears. “Want me to eat you out, sweet thing?”

“Really?” God, you were too cute — beaming at him like that with such a lovely smile. 

“Sure thing. Besides, I saw the way you were movin' that ass while suckin’ me off. So, I got you,” Toji takes off his sweatpants, moving his legs to be on the couch entirely. His dick is still standing erect, and he gives you a suggestive grin before tapping his chest, a sign for you to get ready and sit on him. “Only if ya can do that shit on me again.” The request takes you aback for a minute, but you chuckle and stand up. You remove your bottoms and underwear, and Toji notices the wet spot on the material. 

Again, Toji is never one to be given oral. But if he’s going to be treated like this, you might be able to change his mind.

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2023 – dividers from @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more.

[shoyoist]

── 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 : hinata shoyo.

content: fem!reader. public sεx in the back booth of a cafe. dirty thoughts, teasing, fingering, a little overstimulation, shoyo is a liiittle mean but he's just so eager to have you!! mentioned pussy eating at the end.

— . ｡˚ ♡ you just can't wait to have shoyo's fingers in you. and neither can he.

one of the first things you notice about hinata when you meet up with him after his years away in brazil, is that his hands are big.

he'd already been growing taller and filling out when he left — but that was nearly three years ago, and seeing him for the first time after so long felt like a dream — because despite looking the same, he also looked just that different. it wasn't just his hands, really — he was big. 

his neck was thicker, the expanse between his shoulder and neck offering much more space for your arms than it used to, as you wrapped them around his neck in a hug. his arms, his chest, his stomach, as they press against yours in the embrace, they feel bigger, more muscular than you remembered.

but what you notice the most, what would be a subtle change compared to everything else — is that his hands are so big. maybe because you hadn't seen his hands properly in any of the pictures he'd sent you, but it was the most surprising change about him.

his fingers that just used to be long and lithe, are now thicker — knuckles tough and edges calloused, the backs of them rosy and tanned and the palms hard and smooth, pink at the rounder points.

and as he holds your hands in his, gives you a smile that pours love and longing and happiness and tender adoration into you as he tells you, “hi, baby. i missed you.” — all you can think about is that you want your pussy stuffed with those fingers of his.

and eventually — because he is after all, your beloved shoyo that would do anything for you — you tell him.

hand in hand, walking the distance from your place to the café you used to frequent together, you tell him that his hands are so nice. 

his fingers are so thick (“look! see how big they are compared to mine?”) and then while you're talking to each other over cups of coffee, you finally tell him — albeit slyly and mostly as a tease, you admit that you want his fingers in your cunt.

what you don't expect is for him to immediately oblige.

you're sitting together at the very last booth of the small, cozy little cafe, away from all the windows and concealed from clear view — and you'd thought it'd be cute to fluster him with a dirty little comment, and get him hooked for when you both get home.

but when you tell him, “they'd feel so nice curling deep into my pussy, don't you think?” hinata stares at you for only a few seconds — before he has you pressed against the back of the booth, one legged hooked over his knees and the other dangling over the edge of the seat as he forces your legs open.

“mhm,” he giggles at your wide eyed, stunned expression, wrapping a muscled arm around you and adjusting your position so effortlessly, as his other hand slides past the waistband of your skirt to palm at your clothed cunt. “let's see how it feels, then. oh — pretty pussy's wet already, huh? missed me much?”

you're too dazed by the contact and the delicious feel of his touch on your clit to form words and tell him yes, yes yes you missed him so fucking much, more than he knows — but you think you missed him more than even you know.

his eyes are brighter than you remember as well, you see as you blink up to meet his gaze— 

his body language, his confidence, it's so different compared to how he was before.

you'd only gotten together in your third year of highschool, and really you'd only fucked once before he left for brazil — but you'd loved him long enough to know.

this isn't the same hinata that you kissed good-bye at that train station years ago.

correction: he is the same — but he's also more. 

you stare, stars in your eyes — and he gives you a handsome, rogueish grin as he slips two digits under your panties and into the slick mess of your hole, like he knows every single thing he's doing to you right now.

to your body, to your mind, to your soul.

it's overwhelming enough, to have the love of your life return home to you after more than two years of being so, so far away from you.

overwhelming enough to see that he has changed so very much, to see that suddenly the sunny, sweet boy you'd fallen in love with has become a fire, a hot searing flame that's ready to sweep you off your feet and singe you, burn you with his kisses and his touch.

but right now, you can't even think clearly about it all — because fuck, fuck, fuck, he's sliding his fingers into you, and it feels even better than you thought it would.

“sh—shoyo,” you whimper, cheek pressed to his chest as he shields your body with his, just in case. “wait, wait — didn't mean right now, i—”

“hush,” he hums into your ear, thumb gliding up to find your clit, and when he presses into the sensitive bud, you can only obey and hush — pressing your lips shut tight to prevent the gasp of pleasure that builds in your throat from getting away.

the café had been pretty quiet and peaceful when you'd both walked inside, and even as you ordered from the counter and brought your trays to the back booth — but suddenly, you're so afraid that people might come and see. afraid that a waiter might come over and see.

“sho—” you try, but he shushes you again, and you feel so hot, it's all so sudden you can't think.

“couldn't wait, sunshine, 'm sorry.” he mumbles into your hair, pulling you even closer, and you feel a little cramped as he tugs your legs even further apart, fingers sliding knuckle-deep into you. “was thinking things the whole time, you're so gorgeous now, can't wait when you're so hot.”

���i—” you whimper again, grabbing his shirt and curling it in your fist. “me too, shoyo, me too.” there's an impatience in the both of you that was hardly satiable when kept apart from eachother, but now, with the two of you like this, there's no way to keep it at bay.

the stretch of his fingers in your cunt is impossible. so much compared to your own fingers, so hot and hungry compared to the toys you use (ones he'd bought and sent home to you during his time in brazil).

he fucks his digits into you like he's been dying to do this to you, like he's desperate to hear those pretty sounds you make in his ear again, like he's been thirsting to make you cum like this forever.

you're going to hit your orgasm so quick, you can already feel it.

you're going to cum slumped in the back booth of this little café, that you'd visited so long ago on your first date with hinata. this little café where you'd first kissed him. this little café where you'd had a valentine's day brunch with him, just two months before he left.

“shoyo,” you can't help the moan that slips out, pussy only clenching around harder his digits when you see the way his eyes cloud with lust upon hearing your voice. “shoyo, shoyo — gonna cum.”

you hope nobody hears you — and you hope that if they did, they'll stay the fuck away and mind their own business, and let hinata take care of you.

you need it. he's so warm, so hot, and he's fucking you so good with just his fingers — thumb rolling your clit just fucking right while he curls his fingers into your velvet walls, giggling under his breath when your pussy squelches messily each time. 

“that's right, baby,” he coos, kissing your hair. “cum for me. nice and hard, mkay? else we might hafta try again.”

his voice cracks so well at just the right moment as he says it — and you don't know if it's the zap of need that courses through you at the sound of his voice breaking, or if it's just the bliss he's giving you with his fingers that makes you cum instantly, but you do.

your pussy wraps around his fingers so tight — your own hand flying up to clamp over your mouth and muffle your cry, as your body finally unfreezes and you crash into your high.

knees knocking together and squeezing hinata's arm between your legs, you fall lax against the leather seating of the booth — cushioned by his body because he still has his other arm secured around you — and you cum. “fuck, shoyo.”

“that's good,” hinata encourages, his whisper hot in the shell of your ear. “fuck, so messy. so messy, baby, how do we clean you up?”

you can't help it — and he's making it worse, curling his fingers in, knuckles digging into your walls as he tries to go even deeper, never relieving the pressure he's out on your clit, god— “shoyo, fuck, fuck.” you’re afraid you might shatter into a million pieces right there on the damn seat. you haven’t had someone else touch you in a long time, and getting an orgasm ripped from you like this is almost too much. “sho—shoyo, please.”

“please, what?” he giggles, still unrelenting, like he’s missed having you like this, like he really can’t be a good boy and wait until you get back home before he eats you up and makes you his girl all over again, for the first time in years.

“not here,” you say breathlessly, gulping down the cry of pleasure that springs up your throat when he lets go of your clit for a moment, only to flick his thumb at the ravenous bud again. “not here, please. i can’t—”

“can’t what?” he asks, almost impatient. he bites at your ear, and you feel so fucking hot, so dizzy with pleasure, but you can’t. not in the back booth of a god damn café, where you could just be caught with MSbY’s newest outside hitter fitting his fingers into your starving little cunt.

you grab his wrist and tug, giving him the most serious look you can with all the stars in your eyes. “can’t be like this, shoyo. not here. please? wanna go home. want you in me. at home.”

his lips pull downwards into a disappointed pout, but he only presses his body closer to you, hot and heavy, his weight so new on you. “you promise t’ let me fuck you like this in your bed then?”

the fact that he can make you blush harder with a few words even as he’s got your pussy full of his fingers is astounding, really. but you feel your face heat up as you nod, telling him you promise. you need it more than him. you need him so, so fucking bad.

with a delighted laugh, shoyo pulls away, almost too quickly and you’re forced to stifle the needy whine you want to let out because you know he’ll be on you again in no time if you act like that. he pops his fingers into his mouth, sucking on your slick, eyes dulling with lust as he gets a taste of you. “let’s go, then. we can have this date later.”

“wh—what about our food?” you can’t even ask before he’s getting up and pulling you to your feet. he gives you a quick kiss, and your eyes widen when you taste yourself on him. god, it’s almost embarrassing.

“i’ll pay for it now, we’ll tell them we’re coming back in a bit.” he grins at you, taking you by the waist and pulling you up against him. “i can think of something else i’d like to eat right now.”

by the glint in his eyes and the lingering taste in your mouth, you know exactly what he means the instant he says it. and you can’t help but blush again. god, he’s such a fucking charmer. “mm, alright. let’s go then.”

“that’s my girl.”

[nezuscribe]

𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem!reader

summary: he’s just too pretty for somebody so stoic. thankfully he’s able to show off for you, knowing just how much you like it. he’s just so easy on the eyes

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, teasing from miguel, not proofread so sorry for any typos 

there’s just something irresistible about miguel o’hara. he knows it. it’s a fact so sure as day that a part of his own hidden cockiness comes from the fact that he feels the eyes travel across the large span of his body, taking in his sheer size as they dart away when he catches them staring. 

but despite the fact that his enormous ego (and his even bigger attitude) derive from some of this attention, there’s really only one person who he cares for to seal the deal. 

you were so nice to him, a large smile greeting him whenever he came into work. it was off putting at first; how somebody could be so cheerful in the morning when everybody seemed to move as though awoken from the dead. 

but slowly you warmed up to him, and he doesn’t know why, but he knows that he treats you differently than the rest of them. 

his words were softer when they were directed at you, a rare and honestly almost non-existent smile on his face whenever you told him about what you had planned for the rest of his week with such excitement that he almost forgot what his job was. 

and he’d be lying if he didn’t say that the way you looked up at him with so much admiration and care in your eyes didn’t do anything to him. he’d also be a blind man if the way you gnawed on your lip, cheeks puffing out in jealously when one of the assistants blatantly flirted with him didn’t send blood rushing straight to his dick.

so it was no surprise that “meetings” in his office became more and more frequent, his paperwork skewed to the side as he made room for you on his desk, your legs wrapping around his waist as you hungrily kissed him like you hadn’t seen him in weeks (it’s been days since you last saw him).

“missed you,” you murmured against his skin, tugging his suit down as he made quick work at throwing your blouse to the side, expertly opening up your bra clasp with one hand as he moved back up to press a sloppy and wet kiss to your lips, nodding feverishly in agreement.

it didn’t take long for him to tug your pants and underwear off, groaning at the slick that connected to your panties, the smell almost knocking him to his knees as you waited (somewhat impatiently given your stance) for him to do what he wanted with you.

“f-fuck,” you whimper into his skin, tears filling up your waterline as he slowly and in a calculated manner drags his arms down your torso, his claws drawing out goosebumps in their wake, “hurry up.” you groan, impatient at the obvious way he’s edging you. 

he flashes you his fangs in a faux debonair smile, a strand of his hair falling into his face as he looks up at you, his large hands holding your mound are you writhe in pure need. 

“needy much?” he muttered, pressing hot kisses just above your clit, where he knows it’s going to drive you crazy, “my pretty girl’s already too dumbed out to answer, hm? haven’t even done much yet sweetheart, y’know?” he mutters, his fingers making obscene sounds as they slowly enter in you with much ease, seeing how you were already dripping seeing him in that ridiculously tight suit. 

you watch him from under your lashes, your mouth watering at the sight in front of you. 

he cocked a brow, noticing just how much you were watching him, more than usual, and he smugly grinned as your nose scrunched up in annoyance and embarrassment, throwing an arm across your face to hide from his heated gaze. 

“can i help you hermosa?” he traveled upward with a small tap on your clit, moving his fingers to grasp your chin, tilting your head upwards to meet his eyes, blown out in sheer need and want for you as his nose bumps against yours. 

“pretty,” you murmured against his lips, feeling the plushness of them against your own as your hands moved up to feel the large expanse of muscle, your nails raking down his skin, leaving light marks in a sort of territorial manner, “so handsome miguel.” you say, and although others have said the same thing, it only mattered when it came from your mouth.

he chuckled, pecking your lips as he moved slightly downward, angling your jaw up with his nose as he found purchase on your neck, inhaling in your scent as he almost went delirious. 

“you butter me up too much sweetheart, ‘specially when you’re lookin’ like this in front of me.” he murmurs, a bit in awe and never getting tired of this as he pumps himself a little bit, too amped up to wait that much longer.

sweet, you always smelled so fucking sweet.

he made haste at biting and sucking, your whines only going straight to his hard cock, making it ache in leak in pre as he marked up your chest, tits, rolling your nipples between his shark teeth as you moaned out pathetically for him. 

he was gorgeous like this; his lips swollen and red, cheeks pink as eyes estranged as he marked you all for himself. he was always like this after a mission, no matter how well it went. all that pent up frustration and adrenaline would be directed to you, and you had absolutely no qualms with that. 

his fingers found your fluttering walls and found them even wetter than before, knowing you too needed him just as bad as he needed you, and he waisted not a second more as he lined his angry tip with your pretty pussy, moaning like he was in heat at the feeling, knowing he wouldn’t be able to last that long in you, especially after not seeing you for as many days as he was gone. 

“i’m ready m-miguel, just please fuck me, p-please.” you whisper, your hands finding his dick as you guided him in, the two of you moaning and throwing your heads back in pleasure as he begins to sink into your warmth. 

“my girl,” he says, his thumb finding your swollen clit as he rubs, picking up his pace after a few seconds of letting you adjust to his size, “my girl.” he says again, but his grip tightens on your hip at his possessive tone. he missed you just as much as you missed him, and he needed for you to know that even if he’s not the best with words. 

his dick rubs along your walls, dragging in and out at the most delicious pace, hitting that spot that makes your walls tighten around him and your legs to wrap around his waist to pull him in even more. 

there was no space in between you two, your heavy and hot breaths hitting each other as you feverishly kiss him again, needing to be connected with him in every way possible, moaning against his lips as he angles himself just right to hit your sweet spot in an even better way. 

“s’good, so good, mhh fuck!” you whine, nails digging into his shoulder, your lips catching between his sharp teeth, piercing the soft skin just enough to draw a little blood, and he grins at the sight. 

“you’re doin’ great babe, perfect for me, god,” his voice is rough, raspy as he feels his release coming at such speed, “you’re mine, need so much.” he mutters and you nod, throwing your head back in clear pleasure, letting him lick a strip up your neck, his pace quickening as the two of you reach your highs. 

he pulls out just in time, finishing in spurts across your chest, and you spasm, missing his dick as you clutch onto his biceps to steady yourself, back arching at the feeling that nobody else but him could give you. 

your chests move in synch, trying to catch your breaths as sweat dots your forehead, coming back from your high as you smile at him, feeling a swell of pride knowing that he only lets you see him in such a debauched way. 

“i’ll have lyla clear my schedule for the day,” he tells himself, glancing over at you as he pulls you closer to his chest as he runs his finger to your lips, grinning at how pliant you are, letting him drop a wad of spit onto your tongue, waiting for his next words as he moves his finger down, tapping your chin to close, “need to show you just how much i missed you.”

[brainlesscutie]

i wish someone would tease me all day long, and i really do mean allllll day. first thing in the morning, waking up already dripping because they’ve been running their hands across all the places they know make me weak. trying to urge their hand downwards to stroke my throbbing tdick, but they just get out of bed and ask what i want for breakfast.

i follow them out to the kitchen, waiting patiently while i try to ignore my throbbing puppycunt. “come help me out real quick,” they ask. i approach, expecting to help with our breakfast, but they force me to my knees and pull down their pajama pants. they mumble “good puppy,” before shoving my face into their crotch, and i lick and suck until they tell me to stop.

we eat our food together on the couch, and they barely wait until i’m done before their hands are back on me. i’m already starting to lose my composure, but when i mumble out a breathy “pleasseee,” they stop again - casually reaching for the remote and turning on something to watch.

i try my hardest to focus on what we’re watching, but all i can think about is how horny i am. i press my thighs together, trying get any sort of relief. they put a hand on my thigh and turn towards me. “what’s wrong, pup? you seem to be a bit restless,” they say innocently.

i’m caught off guard by being addressed so suddenly and start trying to stammer out an answer. i can tell they’re pleased by how worked up i already am. “i just… i want you to touch me,” i finally manage to form a full sentence.

they chuckle. “aww, isn’t that sweet?” they ask in a patronizing tone. they move to straddle me on the couch, catching my wrists as i go to wrap my arms around them and pinning them to my sides. they start leaving soft kisses on my neck, nipping and sucking lightly.

i buck my hips upwards, trying to grind my neglected tdick onto anything, but they pull back immediately. i look up at them, still breathless. “why’d you stop?” i pout.

“because i wanted to, silly pup,” they say matter-of-factly. i want to protest, but i know it’ll only mean punishment later. so i keep my mouth shut and we go about the rest of our days.

they frequently check in on me, coming to see what i’m doing just to distract me with touches that linger for long after they’ve moved on. i try my best to go about my day as normal as i can, but my dripping boy pussy takes up all my focus.

by the evening, i’m a complete mess. the constant and frequent visits from them have left my body feeling tingly. i join them in the bed room while they pack a bowl and light up. they sit on the bed and take a rip, motioning me closer. i lean in, and they pull me down into a kiss, exhaling the smoke into my lungs.

i inhale deeply, taking the bong from them to return the favor. the high makes it all that much harder to ignore my teased tdick. i look over to them, watching as they take another rip. they raise an eyebrow when they notice me staring. “hm? does my puppy want something?”

“will you… please touch me now?” i start. they keep quiet for a bit, just staring into my eyes. it makes me uneasy, but the desperate hole between my legs makes me ignore any sense of shame. “please? i’ve been such a good boy all day… i didn’t try to touch myself. i was a good puppy…” tears form in my eyes as the begging becomes more and more genuine - i’ve never felt so desperate before.

their stoic expression finally breaks into a satisfied grin. “you’re so cute when you beg like that, puppy,” they say. “get on all fours and present for me like a good boy - i’ll give you exactly what you asked for.” i eagerly listen, moving into the position they’ve had me practice to perfection.

it feels like ages before i feel them lining their thick cock up behind me. i shiver as they massage the tip on my entrance. i try to push my hips back on it, but they hold me still. “please…. please fuck me - i can’t take it any more,” i don’t even try to hide how badly i need to be fucked any more.

“such a desperate mutt..” they growl out. in one swift movement, they push into me. finally being filled up after a day of teasing sends me over the edge immediately. “aww, what a naughty puppy… you were doing so well, but you know you’re not supposed to cum without permission.”

“i’m sorry - i didn’t mean to,” i say, still breathless. “please don’t stop - i was so good. it was just an accident,” more tears threatening to spill from my eyes. they think for a moment, leaving me to anxiously wait for their decision in silence while their hard cock is warmed by my cunt. i want to move so badly, but i don’t risk it.

“fine, we’ll keep going,” they finally break the silence. i open my mouth to thank them, but they cut me off. “But… since you couldn’t wait for my permission, you’re cumming as many times as i want you to.”

i don’t care what they tell me at this point as long as it means they’ll keep going. “yes - please , anything. i’ll take as much as you want me to, just please don’t stop,” my brain is a jumbled mess - my only thought is convincing them to keep fucking me.

their expression changes, and they pull out, flipping me onto my back. “Oh puppy… you’re in for a very long night.”

[victoria-grimesss]

2 ideas!

One, I loved your soap w secretary girlfriend! What about something similar for ghost and konig?

Two, what about a COD fic where the lights go out and you are stuck in the dark together? 😘 any character you want!

masterlist

->Paring: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader & König x Fem!Reader

->Words: 0.8k

->A/N: MDNI! These are so fun to write!!! Also adding that wonderful 'idea of the stuck in the dark' fic to the list ;)

Sure, Ghost and König are both big strong military men. They're intimidating and stoic. Tall and broad but they both love their secretary girlfriend differently.

Ghost:

He's a brute. Large and broad and dark. How you became accustomed to him was more comical than anything. One complaint report landed on your desk for him to pick up, which he never did. His training methods were.. less than desirable.. which you can imagine just looking at him and how he just stands and stares, barking commands.

34 total complaint reports from the newest training group landed on your desk, making a rather annoying pile. None of the complaints would ever be resolved, Ghost's training method is foolproof. So, you walked down the hallway, papers in hand and a scowl on your face straight to that man. You slam the door open to the training yard your heels sounding extra loud. Your stocking covered legs and short skirt is the view of the century out here.

"Lieutenant Riley, your complaint papers have occupied an annoyingly large space on my desk. Please be better about picking them up from now on." You shoved the papers into his chest and storm away. Simon was putty in your hand from then on.

--

He would stand arms crossed in your doorway as you helped the others. Waiting patiently, his stare dark and unwavering.

He loves to watch you work. Your soft hands filing the papers expertly you know every little place where everything goes. He sees how the guy you're helping out checks out your ass as you stand. He shoulder checks him on his way out and then he stands at the front and center of your desk, and you look up through your lashes at him.

"Can I help you Simon?" You ask him in a sultry voice as you reapply your lipstick.

"Yea. I can think of a couple things."

--

Your panties are around one ankle, your heels barely hanging on to your feet as your legs are wrapped around his hips and he's ruthless with his thrusts. You're on lunch and he took you to the file room, you're on a dusty old desk that's only used for storage. All the contents thrown to the ground as Simon couldn't wait any longer to be inside you.

"Fuck, you love this yea? Fuckin you right here panties round your ankle you can hardly focus on me."

He's right your head has been long spinning and your eyes struggle to stay focused. He drives himself into your wet heat so hard and rough your hair has become a half up half down mess in the process.

"Grippin me so fuckin tight love, maybe I start coming down every day, feed you my cock on your break. Would you like that, look at me when I'm talking to you."

Simon frequently rips your stockings when he's gripping your thighs, especially when he cums.

"Fuckin hell love you're a fucking mess dripping on me like this, going to cum deep inside you then you'll go back and sit all pretty at your desk with me dripping out of you. You want that love? Yea you do."

Simon is a ruthless lover, he can be sweet too. When he's not confined by a 30-minute lunch break window of course.

--

König:

König is top dog, the big guy on the ground. So you see him often. You'll keep track of his appointments and meetings, bring him food and coffee when he works late nights and eventually, he invites you to share a meal with him. After that he keeps calling you back to his office.

König is an older guy and his knees aren't all that good honey so be a doll and help him out. You'll get down on yours and wrap those pretty lipstick coated lips around him and his mouth is watering just watching you take as much as you can.

He's found that he has a certain fixation for the lipstick you wear and sometimes requests you wear certain colors for him when you go down on him. He loves the way it leaves rings around his cock and he'll stroke your hair as he speaks to you.

"Taking me so well mein liebling, you see that last ring of lipstick you left on me? Let's try to get even lower this time, you're a good girl I believe in you."

You'll take as much as you can, and when he finally trains his little secretary to take all of him he cums as soon as your lips meet the base of him leaving red lip marks on his skin.

And when he's feeling especially needy he'll call you into his office and have you straddle him. He'll kiss your neck as he takes off your heels, he knows how expensive they are, I mean he did buy them for you, so he undoes the little straps with care and sets them on the floor.

He'll caress you with his big hands and have you ride his thigh hiking your skirt up your hips so he can rest his hands behind his head and watch you moan and sob on top of him.

"You look so beautiful like this mein liebling, you're leaving quite the wet spot on me this time. How many times should I make you cum like this before I let you ride me."

He's cruel when he wants to be but it's all in good fun. He's spoil you afterwards.

[brickmvster]

please don't go (i'll eat you whole) | Leon Kennedy x Reader

synopsis: You make love to Leon before he leaves you.

word count: 1,906

warnings/tags: leon kennedy x fem reader, established relationship, smut with feelings, angst, pre-spain or just pre-mission in general, some light fluff if you squint kinda (i'm sorry), p in v sex/penetrative sex, unprotected sex, aftercare

author's note: i'm gonna be honest. i am a little nervous. more so than usual bc this is my first time writing for leon! i love him so much, he's definitely one of my comfort characters, and i wanted to write something angsty but also kinda bittersweet like this for a loooong time and i finally got around to it. i really hope you guys enjoy, comments are always appreciated <3 this has been proofread more than once, but just in case, any and all mistakes are mine! also, just fyi, i wrote this with re4r leon in mind, but you can imagine whichever leon floats your boat if you really want to lol.

p.s. it's not written in here but pls pee after sex 😭

minors do not interact, please and thank you!

You clung to him for dear life; as if he was going to disappear in front of your very eyes.

You were above him, peering down into his deep eyes. His eyebrows were knitted together in pleasure and his lips, which were currently rosy and swollen after the frequent kisses you had given them, were ever so slightly parted as soft groans emerged from his throat. His large hands never stayed still for longer than a minute – he gripped your waist before sliding them down to your ass, kneading the soft flesh before moving them up toward your breasts, squeezing gently, before bringing them back to your waist, where he helped with guiding your languid movements. You moved your hips like an expert, riding him as if you’d never have the chance to again.

With the rain pattering against the window and a sliver of moonlight filtering through the room, it was almost like a scene from an erotic novel. The room carried the scent of sweat and sex and was filled with the noises that spilled from your lips non-stop. You didn’t even know how much time had passed – but you knew it was late. You knew Leon had to be up in the morning. But you wanted to prolong this moment with him for as long as possible. Leon wanted to as well, as every time he got you close to your peak, he slowed down, dragging out your orgasm in a way that was almost painful, but you enjoyed every second of it.

You were growing tired, your legs beginning to shake as your rhythm became a bit off-kilter.

“Leon…” You moaned, his name coming out so softly it almost wasn’t audible. But Leon, ever so attentive, heard you loud and clear, and he knew what you were trying to tell him.

He flipped you over with ease, while he was still inside of you, spreading your legs further apart and starting up a steady pace. All you could do was grip the bed sheets, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he drilled into that spot that made you see stars. He wasn’t aggressive or rough, but his thrusts were certainly hard-hitting and relentless, and you knew you only had a few minutes.

At some point, you closed your eyes as you tried to focus on your impending orgasm, feeling as if you were in a complete haze – but Leon’s voice pierced through your foggy mind.

“Please look at me.” He said, his low voice sounding a bit strained and even a little desperate; who were you to deny him of what he wanted?

It took a momentous amount of effort, but eventually you were able to open your eyes and keep them open, looking up at him. Leon lowered himself a little, allowing you to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. The slightly different position made his thrusts feel even deeper, and you cried out into his neck, your fingers going into his shaggy blonde hair.

“Keep looking at me. Please.” He said softly, and so you did, maintaining eye contact with him the best you could as he continued to piston his hips into you. Suddenly, Leon was becoming blurry; you could feel the wetness on your face as tears began to fall. Leon often made you cry during sex – he was a fucking god in bed after all and usually made you feel so good that he’d leave you sobbing from the intense pleasure after multiple orgasms. And while that was definitely the reason you were crying now, you also knew that there was an underlying reason for your tears. Leon knew the other reason, too.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” He asked you sweetly, still keeping up his quick pace. All you could do was nod fervently, digging your nails into his back. He always loved when you did that.

“Yeah? My sweetheart is gonna cum for me?” He urged, and the pet name that rolled off of his tongue only made matters worse.

“Fuck, Leon–please, give it to me.” You said, your voice trembling. You felt all of the telltale signs. There was a tight coil forming in your lower stomach, ready to pop like a balloon. Leon could sense this, could hear it in your voice and could feel it in the way your pussy was squeezing around his cock. He raised himself just a bit, lowering his hand down between your legs, using his thumb to rub your clit in circular motions while he continued thrusting.

Leon’s name emerged from your throat so loudly that you even drowned out the rain. Your eyes squeezed shut, your back rising off the bed in a beautiful arch, your climax hitting you in waves. You felt like you were in heaven, the tears falling even more freely from your eyes now. Leon just ogled at you like you were a work of art. In his mind, you were.

He was also close, and mere seconds after your orgasm his own came crashing down on him too. With a few more sloppy thrusts he found himself stilling inside of you, his release filling you to the brim. The feeling of being so full of him was one that you would never grow tired of.

Eventually, you came down from your peak, your limbs feeling like heavyweights. All you could do was lay there and cry some more, letting every single emotion overtake you completely, your sobs shaking your entire body. Leon was comforting you in an instant, pulling out gently and lying next to you, allowing you to bury your head into his chest. The two of you laid like that for several minutes, with Leon cradling your head and rubbing your back.

You did calm down after some time passed, and that’s when Leon tried to get up, but you clung to him again.

“Please don’t go.” You said, your voice small and hoarse. “Don’t go, Leon, please.”

“I just wanna clean you up, okay?” Leon replied, wiping away the wetness on your cheeks. You didn’t even care that his cum was leaking out of you and making your thighs a mess – you just wanted him to stay by your side. But you knew he was just trying to take care of you, so you reluctantly released him.

Leon kissed your cheek before getting off the bed and going to the bathroom. While you waited for him, you tried to keep your eyes open. You didn’t want to sleep, because falling asleep meant that morning would come quicker, and truthfully you didn’t want the morning to come at all. You knew it would be coming no matter what, though – but goddamn it, you tried to prolong it the best you could, even when your eyelids were growing heavier by the second.

Leon came back, now clothed in his boxers (that you didn’t even notice he had thrown back on), a small washcloth in hand, and a glass of water that he set on the bedside table. He pushed your legs apart yet again and wiped you clean, touching you so gently as if you were some kind of porcelain doll. It only made your heart grow fonder. You were going to miss these moments of tenderness.

He made you sit up, just enough so you could drink the water that he had prepared for you. You took a small sip, to which Leon encouraged you to “drink a bit more, sweetheart,” so you did, and when he was pleased, the glass returned to its spot on the bedside table, and shortly after he was crawling underneath the comforter with you.

The warmth of the comforter and Leon’s body next to yours made it even more difficult for you to stay awake. Leon saw you struggling, catching the way you would doze off and then immediately wake yourself back up.

“Please, rest.” He muttered into your hair. You hugged him tighter.

“Do you have to go?” You asked him, even though you knew the answer.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Was all Leon could say in response.

You felt a lonely tear roll down your cheek yet again. But you were far too exhausted to cry some more. Instead, you sat up, looking at Leon intently. He returned your direct eye contact, sitting up himself to lean against the headboard and match your height.

“Promise me,” You started, holding out your hand. Without hesitation, Leon held it, locking your fingers together and giving your hand a slight squeeze.

“Promise me you’ll come back home.” You asked him, like you always did before he left for a mission. Every single time, he would give you the same answer.

“I promise.” He replied firmly. You knew deep down that asking Leon to make promises like this was unrealistic. He never fully understood what he was getting himself into until he arrived at the mission location – and you knew that despite his skills as a trained government agent, accidents always happened, and there was no way to know when things would go awry when he’s out in the middle of nowhere. But hearing him utter those two words before he left eased your worries just enough.

Trusting Leon was always easy.

“I love you.” You said softly, fitting back into Leon’s side perfectly, like you belonged there.

“I know, sweetheart. I know.” Leon replied, before tilting your chin up with two gentle fingers and kissing you with a fiery passion. You two lazily kissed each other until sleep started pulling you into its dark embrace. You didn’t fight it this time, resting your head on Leon’s chest and drifting away to the sound of his steady heartbeat.

The next morning, the two of you shared one last breakfast. You mostly sat in comfortable silence. You asked a couple questions about the mission, but didn’t get straight answers – it was confidential. You knew that already but always liked to ask questions anyway.

Right as Leon was about to walk out of your door, you stopped him. You took a few moments just to stare at him – he was as handsome as the day you fell in love with him.

You brushed some hair out of his face, kissing him slowly, savoring the feeling of his lips on yours for these last few minutes. When you pulled away, you were sporting a warm smile, feeling your eyes sting as tears threatened to spill. You kept them at bay.

“Don’t you dare–” You paused, your trembling lips making it difficult to speak. When you collected yourself, breathing in and out, you continued.

“Don’t you dare ruin this jacket. I love it on you.” You said, referring to the brown leather jacket that Leon had bought himself recently and was currently wearing. He had a tendency to ruin clothing items on his missions, and you hoped this one would survive.

Leon chuckled. The sound immediately filled you with warmth. You were going to miss that sound; God knows how long you’d have to go without hearing it everyday.

“Copy that.” Leon replied, a laugh bubbling out of your throat.

You shared one more embrace. The final hug was one the both of had trouble ending. But it had to come to an end eventually.

And then, Leon was gone. All that was left was a memory.

[girlboypersonthingy]

Hiii new anon here! Is it possible to request the Hazbin Hotel boys with a wheelchair user reader? (It’s alright if not! I love your writing so much! Keep it up! 💖)

Hellooooooo new anon 💋 thanks for the request! And THANK YOUUU ILYSM AAAHH 💖🥹 you guys have really been hyping me up. AND IM AT 40 REQUESTS RN LIKE ??? HELLO HI WHAT IS HAPPENING 😵‍💫 I hope I did okay on this…enjoy~

Notes: gn!reader, sorry this is short :(

TW: lap sitting, other than that just fluff :)

Hazbin boys x wheelchair user!reader 🎀

Lucifer 🍎

Often tries to push you around everywhere. He just wants to help but if that bothers you, he’ll happily give you space to wheel yourself around.

Will still do other things to help you out too like open doors for you, adjust tables so you can sit at them comfortably, goes to get you something you might have forgotten just so you don’t have to push yourself all the way back to it.

Sorry but he’s gonna very randomly and very frequently sit in your lap. He likes it, it’s comfy and it’s always right there fully open for him. He’ll just fall into your lap, wrap his arms around your neck and nuzzle his face up to yours.

Very helpful with other things you may need help with like reaching things that are too high up or assisting you when you need to get out of your chair for any reason.

WILL ABSOLUTELY PICK YOU UP AND CARRY YOU SO TIGHTLY AS HE FLIES YOU TO WHEREVER YOU NEED TO GO

“Luci, babe…this is kinda extravagant, don’t you think? I just needed to go talk to Husk, I can get myself there just fine.”

“Yeah, but I get to touch you this way~”

What a flirt, omffggg ❤️‍🔥

Angel Dust 🕸️

So many dirty jokes and horrible pickup lines.

“Oooh, best seat in the house~” as he sits on your lap before covering your face in giggly kisses

“Yeah, I think they fucked up their legs fallin’ for me.”

“Fuck you, Angel!” And now he’s cracking up laughing while also apologizing.

He’s actually kinda a worry wart so he’s gonna check up on you a lot. He knows you’re strong and brave and you’re used to this by now but he can’t help but worry about you all the time.

He knows you can handle yourself but he worries about others picking on you and taking advantage of your disability

His fav pastime is sitting in your lap while you wheel yourself as fast as you can down the long hallways of the hotel

Sitting in your lap while you do wheelies gets him squealing with laughter

He also offers to push you pretty much every day and if you say yes, he happily takes over while you sit back and relax. If you say no, he totally understands and follows along beside you still.

Very much understands any boundaries you have about you and your mobility. Hes a consent king okay?

Although he never asks before he grabs the handles of your chair and yanks you all the way back until you’re nearly parallel with the sky, then he smirks down at you before leaning in for a hot and passionate kiss. Not too long later, he sits you back up to your regular position and continues on his way, leaving you a blushing mess with your heart beating so hard you think you might die again.

And he never gets over the shocked face you wear every time he does that. He loves that shit 🩷

Husk 🃏

Okay this guy is so nonchalant about it like “okay cool…and?”

He sees that you are used to this, that you handle this with such grace and skill. You impress him everyday and he adores youuu~

Will often offer to help you up on the barstools if your chair is too low to reach the bar.

Holds doors for you, always runs to push the elevator button for you, just likes to go out of his way to be a gentleman for you.

Even if you insist you don’t need his help, he’ll argue, “Baby, you’re my partner. I think my love language is acts of service or some shit like that. I dunno, I tried to read the book and got tired. But I love ya so you’re just gonna have to get used to me and how I show love. Trust me, I’d do this stuff no matter what.”

He’s honestly just such a polite and considerate guy when it comes to you. He doesn’t never mean to be overbearing or treat you different, he just wants you to be comfortable so he always tries to push you around.

“Husky, I can push myself.” You sigh as he takes hold of the handles on your chair and brings you along to the bar with him.

“I know you can.” And he’s just smirking from behind you as you roll your eyes.

And his pace will slow for a sec as he leans over to kiss the top of your head.

He just really loves when he’s pushing you and he sees your head tilt back and your shoulders relax- you just seem calm

Sir Pentious 🐍

Homeboy is absolutely gonna try to invent and build cool shit for you. Mostly just cool add-ons to your chair like something to make it smoother or faster or more sturdy or even add a cup holder? Idk

If you ask him not to push you around, you will not have to tell him twice 🫡 he respects you and your boundaries

Buuttttt he is often seen resting one hand on the handle of your chair as he slithers along beside you throughout the hotel

He just wants to be touching you in some way and touching your chair is enough for him.

Loves to come bounding up to you with exciting new projects he’s working on and will wrap his entire self around you as he shows you his work

“Pen? Can you push me back to my room? I’m just so tired…” you ask him after a long day of helping out around the hotel therefore a long day of pushing yourself around.

He’s actually so excited and full of love rn, like he’s beaming with joy as he nods and rushes to you.

“Yesssssss, my darling! Anything for you~”

And he’s so fucking careful with you- we all know Sir Pentious is a clutz and a goofball but he is so extra cautious when pushing you around.

Makes sure not to bump your feet or knees or any other part of you into anything.

Goes sooooooo slow over any bumps, humps or ledges.

Asks like 457 times if you’re okay and smiles everytime you say “Yes, babe. I’m good. Thanks.”

Vox 🖥️

Does not mean to offend but he tells you he would happily build something that could have you up and walking with ease.

If you’re down to try, he’s more than happy to experiment!

If you’re more than happy staying in your chair, he completely understands but still tries to give your chair some upgrades.

Adds a phone to your chair so you can always contact him

Also watches your every move everywhere you go through his cams bc he doesn’t want some dickhead to think they can take advantage of you

Loves when you come into his work room where all his screens are bc it’s a bit crammed in there so it can be hard to get your chair around. Therefore, Vox loves to pick you up and sit you in his lap while he works.

He’ll press soft kisses to your neck and let his claws travel up and down your arms as you melt into him

And when you finally ask to go back to your chair, it turns into a playful fight.

“Aww, (Y/N). I was just getting comfy. What if I just keep you here.” As he hugs you tight, speaking in a teasing tone.

“Vox, I swear to Satan! You better put me back in my chair right now or-“

“Noooo~ I don’t think so.”

And he just continues to enjoy your company even as you pout and huff.

Alastor 🩸

Always uses his shadow or his tentacles to lift you up and whisk you around.

Doesn’t ever really ask for permission or even warn you before he picks you up and carries you to and from your chair.

“Oh! Alastor. I can do it on my own. Really, I’m fine.”

“Nonsense, sweetheart. The pleasure is all mine. What kind of partner would I be if I didn’t assist my love with getting around?”

He doesn’t have much of a filter, nor does he understand boundaries or personal space

So he will just grab ahold of you and wheel you around to his hearts content regardless of your protests.

One time, he unexpectedly rolled you up to his radio tower, wearing a particular cheery smile.

“Come, dear! I’m just about to start my podcast. Care to join me~?” He holds his hand out to you from across the room, waiting for your okay

As you give him a nod, his shadow lifts you and carries you to him as he sits at his desk, you being lowered down onto his lap soon after.

“Lucky you! Up close and personal for tonight’s show. Aww, and look at those flushed cheeks! What a doll you are~”

Alastor loves to sit you in his lap and then make fun of how flustered you get. It doesn’t happen often, him getting all close and touchy with you so when it does happen, you always panic and start stuttering.

He really gets a kick out of you being in a less than ideal situation and not being able to get out of it without him letting you. He’s a sick fuck, what’d you expect? He does it out of love~ ❤️‍🔥

[nanaslutt]

first time trying anal with boyfriend Choso 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

ʚ cont: fem reader, anal, fingering, anal fingering, hand jobs, dirty talk, fucked out reader & Choso, praise, Choso is whipped, overstimulation

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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"Mmmm." Choso's soft moans vibrated against your mouth as he kissed you softly, slowly rutting his hard cock against your clothed cunt. "Feels good." You whispered against his lips, doing your best to rub yourself against him. "Good..." Choso mumbled between kisses, "Wanna make you feel good." His words were accompanied by a groan when you wrapped your legs around his waist tighter, keeping him as close as possible.

Choso's hands slid up your body from their place on your waist, his large, warm hands raising your shirt up in the process as he dragged his hands against your skin, his touch sending goosebumps down your spine. "Let me get this off you," Choso whispered, breaking the kiss and leaning up a bit. You held your arms back above your head, making it easier for him to get the piece of clothing off of you.

He carefully tossed the shirt on the other side of the bed before he directed his attention back to your chest, which was now completely bare. Choso shook his head back and forth before his large hands engulfed your tits. The firm massage he was giving them made you gasp, your eyes looking down at his hands to watch him work before you looked back up at him, eyebrows furrowed.

"So pretty baby, you're so pretty," Choso whispered before leaning down to your tits. His mouth opened with a soft "hahh." sound before he took one of your nipples into his mouth and started sucking. "Oh fuck." You whispered, tangling your hands in his soft hair, pressing him against you. Choso released breathy moans against your skin, making your body heat up as he sucked your nipple into his hot mouth. 

He pinched your other nipple between his fingers, making sure you didn't feel neglected there while he gave the first one some more attention. You weren't surprised in the slightest when Choso's hips picked up against you, his humping now harder and more frequent as he found a pace. His cock ached in the confines of his too-tight boxers, but the friction felt good nonetheless.

He groaned when your nails raked across his scalp as you pulled on his hair when he sucked your nipple particularly hard. He felt pre-cum drip out of his cock and spread on the inside of his boxers, wetting them and his sensitive tip as he continued rutting his cock against you. "I can't wait to be inside you baby," Choso whispered against your skin. 

You dropped your head to watch him lose himself while sucking your chest, and it wasn't hard to see the deep red blush spreading across his face. "You excited to fuck my ass?" You teased, smiling as you raked your hands through his hair, scratching his nape before dragging your fingers through the strands again. Choso hummed at the action, he always loved getting his hair played with. "Mhm... heard it feels really tight," Choso mumbled, lifting his head off of your nipple for only a moment.

His lips were swollen as his mouth hung open, greedily sucking in the air. He only locked eyes with you for a moment before he dipped back down and took your other nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it. You released a shaky whimper as your head tipped back, "Cho... fuck, who told you that? hm?" You asked, your eyes fluttering in their sockets when his fat tip bumped against your clit perfectly, making your hips chase his for more attention down there.

"Gojo." He immediately replied. You yanked on his hair, not too hard, but just hard enough that it made Choso's cock throb, an almost whine leaving his lips as he was forcefully removed from your tits. Although you had ripped him away from his favorite things in the world, his hands didn't stop massaging the fat as he held eye contact with you. "Baby, stop going to Gojo for sex advice, please." You begged, dragging your hands from his hair to the sides of his face, brushing the stray strands out of the way before you held his cheeks, your thumb brushing over the skin.

"But everything he's said has been right." Choso countered, making you shake your head. "You fuck me well enough on your own, you don't need to go to him anymore okay? If you have a question about anything you come to me." You said, raising your eyebrows at him. Choso's eyes were a bit lidded, but he nodded in understanding nonetheless before he sat back on his knees, your thighs over his, as he caressed your skin.

"Do I really fuck you good?" Choso asked the obvious. You knew he wasn't really insecure about whether or not he fucks you well, he just got off on hearing you praise him, so you decided to humor him. "You fuck me so good Choso, every time. Make me cum so hard." You respond, smiling as you rub your hands over his, teasing your fingers along his. Choso felt his entire body get engulfed in flames, his cock throbbing at your words.

His eyes fell even more with arousal as he raked his eyes over your body, which was completely his to look at. "Do you think I'm gonna fuck your ass good too?" Choso asked, his words making your cunt throb. Choso didn't seem to have a lot of shame when it came to dirty talking in the bedroom, which was so fucking good for your cunt, but so bad for your heart. "Yeah baby, I do." You responded, feeling a sudden rush of arousal wash over you. This was really happening, he was going to fuck your ass.

Choso nodded in response, his hips slowly starting to rock back against yours. "Gonna let me work you open now so I can do that?" He asked, his eyes now glued to the place where the two of you would soon be connected, where he was currently rubbing himself against. "Mhm." You responded, your face hot as you watched him grow more and more aroused.

Choso didn't make any effort to move for a moment. The only tell he was thinking about something was the slight crease between his eyebrows and the slowing of his hips the longer he looked down at you. You were just about to ask what was wrong before he spoke. "I'm not sure the best way to do this. Should I finger you open in this position or from the back?" He asked, his shameless words once again catching you off guard and making you throb.

"Actually... I think I wanna do it like this. Wanna see your face to know if it hurts or if I'm doing okay." Choso spoke, answering his own question. You reached up your hand and caressed the side of his face, smiling sweetly up at him. "Whatever you want Cho, I trust you." You said, making his blush turn an even deeper shade of red, the tips of his ears blushing as well.

Choso met your eyes for a moment before he looked back down and watched his own hand slide up your thigh, getting closer and closer to your cunt. Your mouth fell open in a small o as you panted, waiting for him to touch you. You spread your legs a little wider for him, welcoming the touch that was about to come. Choso's thumb soon met with your hard clit through your panties, making a soft gasp leave your lips as the contact, one that made his cock throb.

He ever so slowly rubbed circles against your clit, his other hand pushing the underside of your thigh up as he backed up his crotch from against you so he had a better view of your ass. "Gonna take your panties off now," Choso whispered, ceasing the rubbing against your clit. You squirmed a bit at the loss, feeling your insides throb for him even though he had barely touched you.

You allowed Chosos to manipulate your legs how he needed while he pulled your panties off your body, exposing your dripping cunt and tight little hole. Choso rolled his shoulders as he felt his cock throb at the sight of your unobstructed body, clearly twitching and throbbing for his attention. Choso was a patient man, but he was still a man. He was going to take his time working you open, but he hoped it wouldn't take that long, he could feel his balls throb already just from looking at you.

His mouth ran dry at just the thought of being inside you. "You okay Cho?" You asked, shocking him out of his trance. His eyes found yours, a look of lust and sheer need all over his face. "Just wanna be inside you." He said, one of his large hands reaching down to palm his cock over his pants as he reached down and spread you open, your folds coated in your wetness.

"Does it hurt? Wan' me to suck you off first?" You asked, ever so generously. Choso shook his head in response to your words despite how hard they made his cock throb. "Wanna save my cum for your ass," Choso said honestly. You had to take a moment to look at the ceiling and take a deep breath. Choso had a seriously filthy mouth, sometimes you wanted to tape it shut. Gathering yourself, you smiled as you looked back at his focused face, which was now teasing the entrance of your cunt, making you wiggle a bit.

"Who said you could cum inside my ass?" You responded, teasing him. Choso immediately looked up at you, a hurtful look graced his features for only a moment before it was gone. You could tell he wanted to protest but he would never go against your wishes. "You- you're right." He responded, now a bit dejected. You giggled before rubbing his thigh soothingly, making him look back up at you. 

"I'm teasing you, Cho, of course, I want you to cum inside me." You added. The speed at which he visibly perked up made you want to laugh. He almost looked like he was glowing, if you looked hard enough you were sure you could see sparkles in his eyes. "Don't tease me like that. It's hard to know whether you're being serious." He said before dropping his attention back to your cunt.

You were about to apologize before Choso pushed a single finger into your cunt, your wet walls welcoming his finger with ease. "C-choso w-why are you touching me there?" You asked, your breath hitching when he curled his finger up and started petting against your g-spot. Choso shrugged before he repeated the action, starting to pump his finger in and out of you slowly at the same time. "It looked like it wanted me in here." He replied, speaking as if your cunt was it's separate entity from you. 

You bounced your hips down against his finger, making sure he fucked it all the way to the base each time. "Guess I wasn't wrong," Choso added, seeing how needy you became the moment he started touching you there, combined with your breathy whimpers and pleasured expression. While you were distracted, Choso took the opportunity to reach down to your other hold and use your juices that were leaking down to rub small circles against it.

"Bend your knees and put your feet on the bed for me please," Choso instructed. It took you a moment to do so, but once your pleasure-riddled brain registered his words, you placed your feet against the mattress and spread your legs, giving him a perfect view of your cunt and ass. "Good girl, thank you." Choso praised, nodding his head. "K-keep going baby." You begged, wiggling your hips at him, trying to get him to keep touching your cunt.

Choso nodded before inserting the same finger back inside you but also joined it with another, stretching you open even more. Your mouth fell open in surprise as he screwed you open on his fingers, your juices being fucked out of you and adding to the mess on your ass and the bedsheets. Choso returned his ring finger against your ass and flipped his hand so his palm was facing the ceiling as he rubbed it against you.

The small circles against the tight ring of your ass felt nice combined with his fingers roughly fucking you open, the pads of his fingers rubbing perfectly against your g-spot. "You can put a finger in Cho, I can take it." You begged, trying to press your ass against him from your place on the bed. Choso shook his head, continuing to rub circles against your puckered hole while he fucked your cunt with his fingers.

"It's not wet enough yet." He replied, his voice steady. but you could tell from the rapid twitching and growing wet spot on his boxers that he was actively losing his mind and restraining himself. "Then make it wet enough. Grab the lube if you have to please Cho, I can't wait anymore." You begged your voice too sweet to decline. "Top drawer?" Came Choso's voice soon after your begging words. With a nod from you, he was pulling his fingers out of your warm cunt with a dejected sound from you as he leaned over your body, reaching for the handle of the drawer.

Choso's cock was tenting his damp boxers, his huge boner poking your leg as he fumbled around in the drawer. You took the opportunity of him being distracted to catch him off guard a little. Reaching out, you started palming his hot cock in your hand. Choso's entire body went ridged at the touch, a strangled groan leaving his lips as his abs flexed. You felt his cock kick in your hand, a bead of precum leaking through the fabric at the same time, making you rub your thumb over it, simultaneously teasing his cockhead.

"Ugh... d-done," Choso whined, his hand pausing in his pursuit of the lube as he relished in the pleasure your hand brought him. You looked up at him from above you while you smiled mischievously before pulling his boxers slowly down, freeing his thick cock. Choso hissed when the air around him touched his skin, slightly cold from how wet it was thanks to how much he was leaking. 

"What's wrong baby?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows at him in faux concern as you wrapped your hand around his cock and stroked him slowly, your other hand massaging his balls in your palm. Choso fell forward a bit, his hand slipping from the dresser as he placed his hand on the bed next to your head, his eyes shut as he tried to ground himself and keep himself from falling on top of you. "Does that feel good?" You teased, rubbing your palm over his cock head, engulfing the tip and rotating it in circles.

Choso groaned, his arms shaking a bit next to your head as he let you jerk his neglected cock, his jaw open in a small o. "Grab the lube baby, don't go dumb on me now." You whispered, feeling hot as you watched him fall apart from just a few touches. 

“S-stop moving your hand.. please.” Choso cried, his hips jerking against you, thrusting his cock into your tight fist. “You can do it baby.” you smiled, trying to keep the amusement off your face as you stroked him off, watching him fight to gain the strength back in his arms to search for the lube. 

Choso fumbled around in the drawer for a moment, his eyes fluttering in their sockets before he eventually found the lube, gripping the small bottle tightly. He placed his arms on either side of your body, lube bottle tightly in his fist as he relished in you jerking him off, his hips now steadily thrusting into your hand. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” Choso groaned, pulling his lip between his teeth.

“Enjoying yourself?” you teased, fighting the urge to press your legs together as you listened to the desperate sounds leaving his lips. “uh huh,” Choso replied, nodding his head. You never grew tired of watching Choso's pleasured expression whenever you touched him like this, he was so handsome it was hard to look away.

Choso's hand wrapping around your own took you out of your trance, your eyes falling to look down between his legs. Choso's hand engulfed your own as he sped up your thrusts using his own hand over yours to jerk himself off. His precum was hot as it dripped against your stomach, some of it sticking to both of your hands and making the slick sounds grow.

You almost forgot about your own neediness completely as Choso's head fell into the crook of your neck, his breathing fast and stuttered as his hand squeezed harder around your own. "Choso..." You whispered, your eyebrows pinching together as your body was encased in the heat radiating from his skin. His hair and hot breath tickled your neck as he panted and shook, his eyes squeezed firmly shut.

M-mmm fuck... oh fuck-" Choso's cry started soft and breathy but raised in pitch just before you felt his sharp teeth sink into your skin. You gasped at the unexpected feeling before you felt Choso's body go ridged. Hot ropes of cum spilled from his cock and landed on your tummy, decorating your skin. Choso continued to help you jerk him off, his jerking erratic and needy as he milked his cock fully, releasing all of his seed on you.

You made sure to squeeze your hand tighter each time you rubbed it upwards, wanting him to give you all of his cum. Choso released his now sticky hand from your own and placed it by your head as he caught his breath, his abs still clenching and body jerking from his orgasm. "Hahhhh..." He breathed, his body slowly relaxing. "You feel better now?" You smiled, releasing his cock and wiping his cum on the bed, your other hand raking through his hair.

Choso groaned softly before he raised his head from the crook of your neck, his face red and expression pouty. You caressed his cheeks, watching how his eyebrows furrowed. "I wanted to cum inside you." He pouted, looking down briefly at the mess on your stomach. There was so much of it, and it was so thick. You leaned your head up and connected your lips with his, kissing him softly. When you pulled away he was still pouting.

"You still can Cho, but you needed to let that out." You said, caressing his soft skin. Choso let you pamper him before he sat back on his heels, his large hand caressing your thigh as he held the small bottle of lube in the other. "I do feel better..." He said quietly, twirling the bottle in his hands, looking slightly out of it from his orgasm. "Don't forget about me now, I still need you Choso." You said teasingly, pouting at him as you laid prettily against the sheets, wiggling your hips at him, reminding him of what he was supposed to be doing.

Choso nodded before popping open the cap to the lube. He pulled his hand back from your thigh, before pouring some of the sticky liquid onto his fingers, spreading it around. You swallowed hard, watching him caress his long, thick fingers with a cum like substance. You always did love his hands. 

"Legs up again please." He asked nicely, his eyes now glued to your tight hole as you placed your feet on the bed and spread your legs. Choso scooted closer to you, making sure he had the best view possible before he started rubbing one of his lubed-up fingers against your hole, the cold sensation only biting your skin for a moment before the heat from his fingers replaced it. Choso placed his other hand on your pelvis as his thumb reached down to slowly rub big, slow circles against your clit.

You sighed at the touch, your eyes falling shut as you relaxed at the feeling. "I'm gonna put a finger in now. Let me know if it's too much." You nodded at Choso's words, he was always so careful not to hurt you during sex. You weren't sure he could even if you asked. You braced yourself to feel the unfamiliar feeling of something in that hole, even though you had made acquaintances with it earlier when you prepped yourself. 

You sucked in a sharp breath when Choso's thick finger penetrated the tight hole, pressing in slowly. Choso watched your face screw in discomfort before he looked back down to your holes. He rubbed your clit a little faster, adding more pressure on it to take the focus off of something being in your ass and more on the pleasure side of things.

"You okay?" Choso asked, keeping his finger still inside of you once he fully inserted it. His cock was now standing at full attention again as he relished in the tight warmth that surrounded his finger. Gojo really was right, it was so fucking tight. Less wet than your cunt, but so fucking tight. His cock was throbbing just thinking about how it was going to feel once he finally got inside you. 

"Feels a little weird... p-please move." You begged, the feeling of something still inside you feeling more uncomfortable than when he was sliding it in. "Alright." Choso acknowledged before he started thrusting his finger in and out of your ass, rubbing your clit at the same pace. "How's it feel?" He asked, his mouth running dry as he watched your ass suck his finger in.

"Feels like I have a finger in my ass." You teased, wiggling your hips against him. The pleasure was there, but it was more so from your clit being played with than what Choso was doing in the back. You heard from your friends that it always felt better with something thicker, harder, and you hoped they were right.

"I'm gonna add another finger, please try to bear with it," Choso said, nodding at you before he pulled his finger out and pressed against your tight hole with two fingers now. You gripped his knees that rested under yours to ground yourself as he reinserted his fingers, the stretch being a little difficult but the lube proved to be helping tremendously. While it felt a little better now, it still mostly just felt uncomfortable.

Choso's eyebrows were furrowed as he felt your hole squeeze around his fingers, pulsing the same way your cunt was, only more intensely. He wanted to make you feel as good as possible, but he wasn't sure how. So he decided to do what he usually did when he opened you up. Choso watched your mouth fall open a little more as he scissored his fingers inside you before finding a rhythm, slowly fucking them in and out of you.

"It's so tight..." Choso whispered, pleasure written all over his features, his lips pressed firmly together, his tongue dipping out every so often to wet them. You forced yourself to keep your eyes open through the discomfort and pleasure, his expression helping you through this. You watched Choso's cock bob heavily while he worked you open, pre-cum beading out on the top of his cock and sliding down his length, weaker than before. 

"Choso, put it in." You whimpered, grabbing his wrist. This wasn't doing much for you, and you were wet enough down there that taking him should be fine. Choso's fingers in your ass and on your clit paused as he looked up at you, confusion on his features. "Huh? You're not ready yet, I barely just started-" "I don't care." You cut him off, your eyebrows pinched together in desperation. "Please Choso, wanna feel you inside me, not your fingers, please." You begged, pouting at him for extra measure.

Choso held eye contact with you for a moment as he internally battled with himself, trying to decide if he should listen to himself or to his pretty girlfriend, crying for his cock while his fingers were stuffed deep inside her. Choso sighed heavily as he slowly slid his fingers out, the action making you wince while he reached for the bottle of lube. "If it hurts please tell me, please." He said, waiting till you nodded at his words to open the cap.

You watched Choso pour an obscene amount of lube over his cock, the liquid dripping down his balls from how much he put on himself. "Cho that seems a little excessive." You giggled, teasing him. Choso didn't laugh, his expression staying serious as he wiped the excess on your cunt, his arms caging you in as he leaned over you, your arms finding their home around his waist. "You have no idea how tight you are down there, this might not be enough." He countered, his dark eyes staying locked on yours, making all humor leave your body in an instant.

Choso looked down between the two of you as he reached for his cock. He hissed when he wrapped his hand around himself, further spreading the lube on his cock. He had to take deep breaths to not blow his load just jerking himself off. Maybe he did go a little overboard with the lube, it was making him extremely sensitive. 

You watched with bated breath as Choso rubbed his wet tip against the entrance of your soft asshole, his lips pressing together at the action. "It's so small." Choso marveled, shaking his head. You hooked your arms around his shoulders, making him look up at you for a moment as he found your eyes, looking into your soul. 

Choso kept his eyes on yours as he pressed against you, your eyes squinting a bit as your hole readied to stretch around him. "Relax, I got you." He consoled, pressing kisses to your soft cheeks as he slowly pressed his dick inside. You gasped against his face when his fat tip penetrated your ass, making you both moan in tandem. "Oh fuck- o-oh fuck." Choso groaned, his head tipping, eyes squeezing shut.

"H-hahhh, it- oh my god it's so tight- nghhh-" Choso was quickly losing himself. His head fell back down so his eyes could watch your ass swallow up his dick greedily. The stretch wasn't painful, but it felt a little foreign, a little uncomfortable. "R-rub your clit, help me," Choso whined, his hand a bit occupied as he fed your greedy hole his dick, keeping his hand gripped firmly around the base to prevent himself from cumming too soon.

You nodded at his words, reaching between yourselves to rub your clit, fast and hard, instantly erasing all the discomfort. Choso's breath hitched when your hole tightened around him as you rubbed yourself, the feeling making his eyes flutter in his head. "A-almost in," Choso said, his eyes finding your face, which was now screwed in pleasure, your eyes shut and head tipped back against the sheets.

Choso removed his hand from the base of his cock as he got closer to being fully inside. He knocked your hand out of the way and started rubbing circles against your clit just as you were before, allowing you to wrap your arms around his shoulders and hold onto him while he took care of everything. "Baby- baby it's so much-" You cried, your head jerking back and forth against the pillow underneath you.

"I know, it is f-for me too." He whined back, his head falling in the crook of your neck again. Both of you were equally whiny and fucked out, your sounds mixing into one. If someone were listening, they would be unable to discern who was making which sound. "God Choso- ohmygod-" You cried. The feeling of him fully inside you was overwhelming, you felt so full.

It was still unfamiliar, but it was starting to feel better and better the longer your hole got used to his presence. "Move Choso, please, please move." You begged, your eyes cracking open as tears of overstimulation rolled down your hot cheeks. Choso was practically hyperventilating into your neck, fighting the urge not to cum already. "Not yet, I- I'm not gonna last." His thumb on your clit was rubbing rapidly and in every direction, the sloppy pace making you feel more sensitive than usual.

"Me neither baby, please, just please move." You cried, your arms tightening around his shoulders as you begged him for something. Choso groaned against your skin, the sound vibrating into your neck before he nodded, feeling his cock throb hard inside you. "Okay, okay baby." He replied, his eyes rolling back in his head repeatedly just from you squeezing around him alone. 

Taking a deep breath, Choso pulled back his cock, experiencing lots of tension around him as your walls squeezed him tightly, begging him to stay inside. When he thrust back inside you, both of you let out wonton moans, your gasps, and groans coming more frequent now. "F-feels good Cho-" You cried, relishing in the warmth his body provided as he practically lay on top of you.

The combo of him playing with your clit and him fucking your ass worked surprisingly well together. The pleasure was different, deeper, lower, but it was still very much present. "Yeah? Does it? M' s-so glad." Choso cried, raising his head from the crook of your neck only to smash against your lips. 

You moaned into his mouth, caught off guard at the action as he kissed you sloppily, his hips finding a steady rhythm as he opened you up on his cock. "You're so tight baby," Choso whispered against your lips, his words breathy and needy. "It feels so good- s' almost hard to m-move." He was more talkative than usual. Choso did talk in bed, but he really started talking when he was overwhelmed, like now. 

You nodded against him, fresh tears still spilling down your cheeks, "M-mhm mhm." You nodded, your moans vibrating against his lips. "I love this, I love you, fuck!" Choso babbled, taking a moment to breathe and gasp against your lips before they were back on you, his hips getting rougher. His cock felt like it was in your stomach, each time he humped into you it felt like your guts were getting rearranged to fit him.

You wanted to respond, but you knew he wouldn't hear you anyway. His mean hips were making it hard to kiss him back, each time he drilled into you, your jaw fell open more and more. Choso was basically one-sidedly kissing you as he licked into your mouth, whining needily. Choso groaned when your nails scratched down the skin of his back, undoubtedly leaving angry red marks to be revealed in the morning.

His balls slapping against your ass was making the lewdest sound, only adding to the sloppiness and intense arousal in the room that was making your head spin. "Kiss me back, n-need you to kiss me." Choso cried, his hips pace getting sloppy, same with his finger against your clit. He was getting close. You were surprised he was lasting as long as he was, he must really be trying to hold back. 

You gathered all of the brainpower you could muster to kiss him back, fighting the urge to let your jaw fall open and let your body go slack as he had his way with you. Choso released a long, whiny moan into your lips, his eyebrows furrowing as he felt a wave of arousal wash over him, his balls throbbing with the need to cum. "I-I'm really close." Choso moaned into your mouth, your lips greedily drinking up his words.

His lips disconnected from yours only moments later, his head finding solace in the crook of your neck once more as he humped into you desperately, trying to keep a coherent pace on your clit to get you there with him. "Me too- m-me too, don't stop touching me Cho-" You cried, holding him tighter against you. Choso wanted to be even closer to you, he was feeling so overwhelmed and needy, and he wanted to feel every inch of you against him.

He bit down on your neck when you gripped his hair tightly between your fingers, your other hand digging into the skin of his shoulders. Your jaw fell open in a silent scream as his fingers and cock worked you over, making your orgasm crash over you. Your abdomen clenched and jerked, making your ass squeeze around his cock tighter as you came. 

Choso was caught off gaurd as you came with little to no warning, his eyes almost popping out of his sockets as he bit down hard enough to leave teeth marks on your shoulder. His cock kicked inside you as he came, releasing hot, thick ropes of cum inside you. "Cumming- c-cum- fuck-" Choso moaned against your skin, his words echoing in your head as he humped you through your high.

You felt even fuller than normal as he came inside your ass, his cock throbbing harshly even after he was done cumming, and his balls too. Choso removed his hand from your clit and out from between your legs, letting it wrap under your back instead as he relaxed against you, keeping his head in your neck. Your heartbeats synced up as the two of you caught your breaths, holding onto each other as your lives depended on it.

"Stay like this, wan' stay like this for a while," Choso mumbled, feeling a rush of sleepiness come over him as his muscles started to relax. His cock softened inside your ass as you twitched every so often around him. He felt so relaxed now that he had empty balls and a nice soft, warm human to hold him that he trusted with his life. He felt so safe and at peace.

You could only nod in response, your body wrapping limply around him as you relished in the warmth you felt deep inside you. It was so nice being close to him like this, you were so relaxed in this moment you wished time would stop altogether. "Love you, Cho." You managed to whisper, your words barely audible, but Choso would never miss a declaration of love from you. "Love you more." He replied, nuzzling his soft face against your neck harder, wishing there was a way he could sink into your skin.

[kujousgf]

ILLICIT AFFAIRS. mdni. 18+.

pairing: mom's best friend!natasha + maximoff!reader

summary: and you wanna scream, don't call me "kid," don't call me "baby"

warnings: angst w/happy ending, post-break up

a/n: i love this little au actually, i need five more of these little redheaded bitches

The living room of your home was quiet save for the incessant tapping of your heel against the ground, a product of the anxious leg bounce you couldn't currently control. Your fist is clenching and unclenching at your side as you silently beg your mother to hurry up. It was monthly movie night, something Natasha and your mother had done since they were freshmen in highschool. It started off weekly, but grew less frequent as they became busier with adulthood. You didn't realize how painful it would be to be so close to Natasha again until Vision had called and asked Wanda if she could pick the boys up from his house. Your mother had left in a huff and left you and Natasha alone.

Natasha’s hand lands on your knee to stop the bouncing and you jolt, standing up and stepping away from her. As much as you love her touch, it was like a jolt of lightning had just passed through your body, and not in a nice way. “Don’t touch me.” Your voice isn't angry, but it's not nice or friendly either and it makes Natasha sigh. “Don't be like that, I know you annoy yourself when you do that. Sit back down, please.”

“No, I don't think I will. I think I’ll go upstairs actually.” You turn towards the direction of the stairs, not even bothering to look at the redhead as you walk by.

“You know your mother will be upset if she gets home and you're not down here.” Natasha catches your arm as you walk by, tugging you to stop. “I know you're mad at me, but please, just sit down. I’ll be gone as soon as the movie's over.”

“I said don't touch me!” You grit your teeth together, pulling your arm from Natasha's grasp. “You know? You know!” Tears start to sting at your eyes because you didn't want to do this tonight. You assumed the redhead would be ‘too busy with work’ to come and that you’d be able to spend the night in the comfort of your mother's arms, trying to forget about the ache in your chest. You assumed you wouldn't come home and have the smile drop from your face at the sight of the only thing you ever wanted but couldn't have standing in your kitchen.

“Y/N…” Natasha’s voice is quiet, like she's trying to coax a child out of a tantrum and it only makes you feel worse. “No, Natasha. You don't get to do this. You don't get to act like you didn't take my heart in your hands and then crush it. You don't get to act like I’m overreacting. You don't get to sit in my living room in my house and tell me what to do. You don't get to say that you know.” Your fists are clenched at your sides and you're trying your very best not to cry but it's not working.

The lump in your throat and the ache in your chest are all consuming and you can't help the tears that fall down your cheeks. “What is it that you think you know? Do you know that I spend every waking moment thinking about the way you said ‘I don't think this is working’? And that I dream about it too? What do you know Natasha?”

“Baby, I—”

“No! No, you don't get to call me that, you don't.” You wipe at the tears on your cheeks, trying to stop them before your mother gets home. “I have to– I can't be here, just… just say I went to Kate’s. I have to go.” You don't notice Natasha standing or walking towards you in your rush to leave until she's tugging on your shoulder to turn you around.

“Stop, stop! Just stop okay? Let me talk.” You open your mouth to speak and Natasha holds her hands up, “no more touching, you're right, I’m sorry. Just let me talk, please.” You take a shuddering breath and then nod, wrapping your arms around yourself as if attempting to shield yourself from whatever weapons Natasha had.

“I shouldn't have ended things, not like that.” Your gaze dropping to the ground makes her realize her mistake and she curses under her breath, running a hand through her hair. “That came out… wrong. I shouldn't have ended things at all. I should have talked to you, I should have talked to Wanda, I should have done anything but that and I’m sorry.”

Natasha looks toward the front door when she hears a car pull into the driveway and she braces herself for what's going to happen in only a few minutes. “I love you and I want things to work, okay? I was…” she takes a breath, “I was scared to lose both you and Wanda if she ever found out. We’re not.. I’m a lot older than you and I don't know how Wanda would react if she found out. You're right, I didn't know what I said I did, but if you're willing to let me fix this, I can tell you that I do know one thing. I know that I love you. Your mom might kill me when she finds out, but I think that's a chance I’m willing to take. What do you think?”

[bigfatbimbo]

Hi, I just want to say your writing is amazing! Like I myself personally am a switch but your Dom fics fill me up with so much goodness it keeps me existing. (Also you've now converted me to a Vox simo as well how dare)

I do have a small request if you don't mind ofc. I'd love to see some sub!Lucifer and with one of the ideas with his shapeshifting boy cunt.

Perhaps he off handedly mentions he can change his sex if he wants and reader takes him up on the offer?

No pressure if you don't do this request! Please take care of yourself first and all the wonderful things

a/n — I love your profile pic! Also this shit is so hot to me but… unless you frequent this blog. I genuinely don’t know who this is for. Lowkey in my flop era.

warnings — boycunt, dom reader, sub Lucifer, oral sex, implied afab reader, use of a strap, aggressive fingering

summary — Lucifer alerts the reader that with his shapeshifting powers, he can also shapeshift his sex. This leads to the reader suggesting a fun night of toying with his pussy.

“I’m sorry, you can what?” You had asked in utter disbelief. 

“Change sex,” Lucifer said, far too nonchalantly, “Wait, you didn’t pick up on that? With the whole shapeshifting thing—”

He waves his hand around as if to jog your memory. 

“I mean, no, I did not pick up on that. It’s not exactly a common practice, Luci,” You laugh in genuine shock, and utter arousal at the idea.

“Well, what can I say?” Lucifer rubbed his chin as if he was thinking, before turning to you with a proud smile, “I’m a man of many talents.”

“You got that right,” You say, “So, we’re trying this out then tonight, right?”

He pauses, rubbing his neck, “I don’t know, it’s really been a minute since—“

“Come on, Luci, it’ll be fun,” you smile, “And very interesting. Oh, and hot, by the way.”

He pauses, considering the idea.

“You know, what the hell? Only if you really want to test it out, sweetie,” he chirps.

Oh, you really did. 

Later that night, after what felt like an agonizingly long day, it doesn’t take long for you to pull him aside from the hotel, into your shared bedroom. You kiss each other hungrily, not tearing into his clothes yet, but instead giving your attention to his lips and jawline.

He wraps his arms around your neck as you hoist him up and sit him down on the bed. Finally, then you start to unbutton his shirt.

He scoots back further on the bed, unclothed on the top half of his body and legs slightly open, inviting you.

You don’t hesitate to crawl towards him, fingers lightly grazing the area on his thighs closest to his crotch, before finally unbuttoning his pants.

You’re slow with your movements though, taking it one moment at a time, kissing him gently as you pull his pants down.

He catches your hand right before you tug down his boxer, “Oh, and darling. Don’t hold back.”

You smile slightly before feeling down the crotch of his underwear, making him suck in breath, “Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”

The bottom of his boxers are damp, you rub your fingers against the patch, “Wet already? I haven’t even done anything.” He hissed slightly at your teasing.

“A-ah, hurry up then,” he adds quickly, “Please.” 

You pull the waistband down, and sit back to look at what you’re dealing with.

You can’t help but gasp when you see his wet pussy, open and waiting for you. 

“Something wrong?” Lucifer sits up slightly, brows furrowing.

“You’re beautiful,” you say softly, meeting his eyes only for him to turn away.

Before he could give you a response, your fingers tease the outside of his cunt, making him softly whine in anticipation.

You make a show of bringing your fingers up to your lips and licking them slowly. Finally, bringing one down and easing it into Lucifer’s already glistening pussy.

“Oh god,” he whimpers, squirming slightly. You shush him and move your hand gently, swirling it around and relaxing him into it.

It doesn’t take long for you to tease his entrance with a second finger, looking at him first for reassurance.

When you get a shaky nod, you plunge your second finger in, stretching him out and making him whine.

Another finger is added, and Lucifer squirms restlessly, letting out breathy whines and you work your fingers in him, moving faster and faster than before.

“Oh fuck,” He moans, squeezing his eyes shut, “More, dammit, I need more. Please.”

He wasn’t fully gone, but if you kept going at the pace you were going at he would be soon. Unfortunately, you were running out of fingers.

You kept going for another few more moments, movements becoming more and more aggressive because, Lucifer couldn’t help but beg for it to be ‘harder’ or ‘faster.’

“Deeper, oh my god. Deeper, please,” he pleads, voice getting louder, surely carrying over from a few hallways.

Instead of immediately obliging, you pull your hand out of his pussy completely. He whines and practically tears up at the emptiness. 

“Patience, Luci. I won’t just leave you high and dry, don’t worry.” Well, maybe high and dry wasn’t the best analogy. 

You quickly reach over to the bedside table and open a drawer, pulling out your strap and getting situated.

Lucifer watches and whines with every movement you make, becoming more desperate the more he waits.

Finally you lean down to his legs, and kiss up his thighs. You suck at the soft skin on the upper hidden parts, drawing out whimpers from him.

“Please,” he whispers.

“Please, what?”

“Please, fuck me,” he whimpers and throws his head back into the pillow, arching his back when you lick up his hickeys, and almost make it to his cunt, before pulling away.

“All in good time, sweetheart,” you abruptly throw his legs over your shoulders and plunge into his tight cunt.

He lets out a loud moan and arches his back, hands coming up to his hair. You lap up his pussy hungrily and it doesn’t take long for him to fully wrap his legs around your head, pushing you in deeper.

You suck his swollen, soaking clit, eliciting excited whines from the other side of the bed. Subconsciously, your nails dig into to skin of his already bruised thighs while you eagerly eat him out.

He was babbling anything he could think of, and loudly at that, “More, more, darling. Don’t stop!”

You wouldn’t dare. Or at least not right now, your tongue buried deeply in him, sucking at his puffy clit, soaking him up completely.

Lucifer writhes beneath you, moaning and thrashing around rapidly. Although you don’t notice, his wings sprout out, making terribly flapping motions and causing a large breeze of him in the room.

You’re aware of this, and yet, you don’t pull away, yet. You wanted to keep tasting him, lick him dry, milk him for all he’s worth. 

He moaned wildly, practically wailing from the way your tongue continuously slammed against his clit.

“Close. Fuck, honey, i’m so close,” He cries, tearing boiling over his eyes and spilling through his fluttering lashes.

Finally, you pull away from him. He looks up at you in disbelief. He was Absolutely horrified at your neglect towards his pussy, if only for seconds. 

You only smile and lick your lips, positioning yourself to finally use the strap Lucifer had long forgotten about.

“Oh my god, finally. Yes please—“ 

You cut him off by thrusting into him in one slick motion, the cum coating his pulsing pussy making it easy. 

He yelps and whines, leaning up to you and wrapping his arms around your neck once again. You position him on your lap momentarily, letting his legs wrap around your torso.

Then you lean him back on the mattress, legs still slinked around your middle. You lean into his neck while you thrust into him at a rough pace. 

“Oh my, nngh, deeper. God, deeper,” Lucifer babbled incoherently.

You respond in gently shushes and praise, “That’s right sweetie, taking it so well. Your pretty pussy’s taking me so well, baby.” 

He whines, growling loudly, wings once again flapping rapidly and tossing objects every way off of nightstands. His eyes are bright red, but not noticeable when paired with how close his eyelids are to fluttering shut. 

Tears stain his pretty cheeks and he cries out for more, and you deliver. You go thrust quickly and aggressively, just as requested.

“My pretty boy. My princess. My sweet baby,” you coo sweet nothings into his ear while you fuck him roughly, breath becoming ragged from the friction and the restless motions.

His claws dig into your back and carve down it, “Oh, ‘m so close, so close. Nngh—“ 

You slam yourself further into his pussy, almost animalistically, evoking demonic and wild noises from Lucifer. You were sure people from down the street of the hotel could hear him, and you were glad.

Finally, he let out one final, deafeningly loud moan and released all over your strap. He clung onto you for long moments, catching his breath.

At last, he pulled back, looking at you starry eyed and lying back down on the mattress.

“We should…” he sighs dreamily, “…do that more often.

“Oh, honey,” you pull out but then drag your hand from his stomach to his hips, nearing his crotch. “What makes you think we’re done?”

He hisses in a breath, “Oh, wait too— too much. I can’t—“ 

“What is it you said to me earlier?” You tease his clit softly with your pointer finger, “You remember don’t you?”

He hesitates, blush rising as he looks at you.

“Don’t hold back.” 

a/n — I really hope this doesn’t flop guys 😰 lately I haven’t been doing as swell as usual, I dunno. 🤷‍♀️

[jaennwrites]

MW2 Headcanons!!

This is my first time ever doing headcanons so bear with me fr, I’m spoiling myself with this lowkey self insert but shoutout to all the “crazy” sleepers, we deserve it fr.

COD guys sleeping with their “crazy” sleeping S/O

cw: completely sfw, fluff, big strong killing men being soft for their s/o, gender neutral :) characters included: Simon 'Ghost' Riley, John 'Soap' MacTavish, Captain John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Phillip Graves (I can fix him fr)

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley: ⋰ The first time you and Ghost slept in the same bed, you woke him up with the “insane” (his description) amount that you were moving. ⋰ He genuinely woke up in a panic thinking you were being attacked or something. ⋰ When he comes home to you sleeping already, it’s a process of gently reorganizing your sprawled limbs as to not wake you from what he was sure was a great sleep. ⋰ The times you two get the chance to actually lay in bed together before you fall asleep; Ghost will wrap his arms tightly around you as well as throwing a leg over you for security. This ensures that you don’t move at all, you laughed at the idea in the beginning but you’d never admit that you slept better that way anyways. 

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish: ⋰ Soap finds the way you sleep absolutely hilarious, the many times he came home to you sleeping is when he would silently lose his mind at the positions you were in.  ⋰ He has a photo album compiled of photos of you sleeping, some being pictures of your face because Soap PREACHES that you look absolutely “stunning” when you sleep. ⋰ Majority of the pictures are your weird body positions that invoke hysteria whenever he sees them.  ⋰ After he’d finish laughing at your sleeping frame, he’d simply shift you to the point where he’d wake you but you didn’t care. You’d simply make space for him; mumbling questions about his day which he’d tiredly mumbled back but before you two could even finish your incoherent conversation, you were both off to sleep. ⋰ Soap was a deep sleeper so your frequent movement didn’t bother him in the slightest, as if you two were made to sleep in the same bed together. 

Captain John Price: ⋰ Price couldn’t believe that someone could move as much as you did in your sleep.  ⋰ The first time you both slept in a bed together he awoke on multiple occasions to various limbs on his face, but what had made the experience worth it? After a while, almost as if your sleeping body had gotten tired from all the movement, you’d just get “cuddly” and he’d only awake to your grabbing hands looking for any contact of him.  ⋰ When Price came home to you sleeping he couldn’t help but laugh a little in the positions he’d find you in, but he’d simply gently adjust your frame to make space for himself as well as assuring that you weren’t doing anything that would hurt you before getting into bed. ⋰ You would think that with Price being such a “neat” sleeper that he’d hate sleeping with you but he didn’t mind in the slightest.  ⋰ He wouldn’t admit it in favor of having something to tease you about but the nights he slept with you were the only times he got a good sleep.

Alejandro Vargas: ⋰ When you and Alejandro first slept together it was the best sleep of both of your lives. ⋰ It was as if two crazy sleepers came together to make on semi-normal sleeping entity.  ⋰ You and Alejandro fell asleep in each others arms and always awoke kinda in the same way (emphasis on kinda). Whether it was you hugging his torso and him hugging your head, or his head halfway down your back, arms wrapped tightly around your waist.  ⋰ When he’d come home and you were already asleep, he’d simply get into bed and your arms would immediately find him.  ⋰ The nights that you and Alejandro got to fall asleep together you guys were always teasing and messing with each other, it would always end him wrapping his arms tightly around you, refusing to let you go and you’d end up just falling asleep in his grasp. ⋰ You both hated sleeping apart from each other, you never slept as good. 

Phillip Graves: ⋰ Graves hated the way you slept so much that he loved it, he had such mixed feelings about the way your body practically “assaulted” him while you slept. ⋰ He always complained about your sleeping habits, he’d talk your head off about it yet the nights where you both had been in the house all day long, he was practically begging you to come to bed with him.  ⋰ The nights Graves came home to you sleeping, he’d stand in the doorway and just watch your silly positions, once he was comfortable enough and had gotten his visual fill; he’d sit on his side of the bed and almost immediately your hands would tiredly find their way to his torso attempting to pull him into the abyss of the warm shared bed.  ⋰ His favorite memory of you is the time in which he awoke to you soundly sleeping on top of him with a very secure hold on him. ⋰ If you ever asked Graves what his favorite thing about you was, he’d always say the way you slept. 

[babygirl-riley]

His Dolly

No matter the sex you always loved how Simon used you or made love with you

“There is no show I wouldn't do for you, but a change of mood, a different scene. You could cause me a bitter pain.”

Warnings: smut, voice kink, light choking, breeding kink, rough sex, mentions of soft sex, PiV, husband!simon, creampie, squirting if you squint, male receiving, fluff, swearing

simon x reader guide

simon x reader smut

Two ways Simon Riley fucks you. Hard and rough, which usually is when he comes home after hard mission. Soft and sensual which comes the most frequently from him. Did you have a favorite? No, you never mind how he handled you when it comes to sex. Whatever he needed you were there to obey all the way to loving him. 

This time was different, it threw you through a loop. Simon came home, the same way he did when a mission went side ways. The door slamming. His huffing as he would find you. No matter where you were at, pants and panties off. You never asked questions just straight to the point. However, with him doing the same thing he guided you to the bedroom.

Kissing you harshly, biting your lip in which you moaned. Giving him all the access for your tongue. His tongue pressing against yours, dancing with each other. Simon groaned, no growled when you massaged his hardened cock. “I can’t hold back love. I need everything.” His voice was hoarse, like he had been yelling all day. Your heart tinged, thinking about all the things he went through.

You kissed him softly before kissing his chin, neck, leaving opened mouth kisses. He shifted his head so you can get more access to his neck. “Let me take care of you Si. You sound tired.” You whispered as you lightly go over his tatted arm.

Simon exhaled deeply trying to keep his moans at bay. Just you barely touching him would make him cum right there. He gripped your hips slowly guiding you to the bed. Simon sat down on the bed, spreading his legs so you could fit between them. You looked down at him placing a hand on his cheek. “On your knees.” He whispered turning his head to connect his lips to your palm.

You smiled softly as placed your hands on his thighs. Simon watched as your hands were so small compared to his thighs. Which made his cock twitch, you rubbed up and down on them, barely touching his throbbing cock. “Take them off baby.” You whispered as you settled on your calfs, waiting patiently.

Simon smirked as he pushed both his jeans and boxers off. “Needy little minx are we?” He teased watching your eyes fixated on his hardened cock.

You licked your lips as you reached for his cock. Simon shuttered when you barely wrap your hand around it. Giving it a couple of strokes before licking his balls all the way to the tip of the red tip. His head slowly went back with his jaw opening. “Fucking hell,” He groaned looking down at you as you put his tip in your mouth hollowing your cheeks. Simon could have shot his seed down your throat just from the sight of you swallowing his cock more and more. Your tongue flat against his base, going over that one vein. “Just like that-niiice and slow.”

You started to bob up and down rubbing his thighs with your hands. You felt him twitch as his panting started to pick up. The noises that came from your mouth was obscene, you gagging as you took as much of his dick as you could. Having him moan loud. He gripped your hair and lifted his hips.

Your eyes started to water as he pushed himself more in. You relaxed your throat as he roughly had his cock go deep down your throat to almost the end of his tip coming out of your mouth. “Look at you, so fucking-ugh- s..so fucking beautiful with your mouth full of my fat cock.” He grumbled ripping a deep groan from his chest.

You moaned as your thighs rubbed together. Feeling tears start to spill. “Mmm those tears are just for me yeah? Feeling sore from my cock?”

You nodded your head as he slowly started to take his cock out of your mouth. You sucked in hard having him hiss then sigh when he heard a pop from your mouth. You licked around your mouth and wiped your mouth with your arm. You were inhaling deeply trying to gain some air.

Simon gripped your chin lifting your head to lay eyes on his. “Come on I need my cock in ya, no foreplay, nothing. Your cunt must already be begging to be fucked.”

You moaned from that sentence alone. He helped you up before settling you down on the bed. Simon’s grip on your skin was rough, it hurt in a good way. He first gripped your thighs, biting on the inside of it before going up. He gripped the sides of your ass kissing your stomach till he got to your breasts.

You licked your lips feeling your body shiver underneath him when you felt his cock touching your pussy. You gasped when he nipped the side of your boob before licking up to your tit. Sucking on it while his hand played with your other tit. You snaked your fingers through his blonde locks and gripped hard.

Simon moaned loudly as he rutted against your cunt. “Si-You said no foreplay.” You whined lifting your hips to chase his cock.

Simon chuckled as he came up to your face. You saw how his eyes were full of lust yet adoration before going dark. “Needy minx tonight, say one thing and you already wantin’.”

You felt him rub his cock on your clit and barely entering your needy leaking hole before rubbing back up to your pussy. You whined as he nipped your earlobe. “I don’t know if ‘m gonna be nice.” You heard the worry in his voice which made you freeze.

You slowly grabbed his cheek before having him look at you. His eyes soft, you could tell he was going back and forth tonight. Which hasn’t happened since the beginning of your relationship. You smiled softly before kissing him. “Baby you know that never matters. I want you to. I need you to Simon. Please.”

Simon’s eyes narrowed as you felt him push his cock in slowly. You gasped as you wrapped one of your legs to have your heel digging into his ass. Simon moaned at the feeling of your pussy engulfing him yet tightening around his cock. He pushed more and more watching your reaction, your face contorting between pleasure and pain.

Simon knew that it was too hard, you had a safe word. “Relax baby, we’r almost there.”

You gasped as he bottomed out, you could feel him at your cervix. Before you could say anything he pulls back and snaps right back in. It was slow and already hitting that spot that made your toes curl. Your mouth gaped open as he slams harder into you, grabbing your ankles to fold you in half as he picked up speed. Simon grabbed your throat, slightly squeezing it.

You grabbed his tatted wrist watching his muscles tense up and the veil bulge out more. You moaned at the sight having your pussy clench. Simon chuckled as he watched your eyes dilate. “Yeah? You like when I squeeze your throat? Fuck-I can feel your heart rate.” He moaned slamming into you harder.

You gasped and whined as his hips hits into yours. Even with the fast pace he still was slamming into you, his grip holding you harder, not enough for you to loose oxygen but enough to still panting. You looked at him as his eyes were fixed on your pussy and his cock. Watching himself being sucked back in, the glistening of your wetness, the noises coming from you two being intertwined.

You felt him stop for a moment looking down at you. His hand releasing your throat, you sighed as you rolled your eyes. Then you felt his arm going under you to flip you over, sliding his cock out. You ass up and your head down, you rolled your eyes and moaned. Knowing what was about to come next. “I am gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll beg for me to stop.” He said leaning against your back before shoving his cock back in.

He slapped your ass hard, you don’t mind you loved when he got this. You moaned loudly as he started to fuck you at the agonizing quick pace. You kept moaning couldn’t stop as you felt the knot start to form. “Oh fuck Si,” You mumbled having saliva gather on the pillow. He growled as he felt your walls tighten around his cock. His hand slapped your ass again having you gasp. “Yes right there! Oh fuck! Fuck!” You screamed feeling your orgasm hit you like a train.

Simon panted as he watched your body shake from your orgasm. He didn’t plan to stop he kept going in and out of you hard and fast, feeling his cock twitch as your noises became louder once more. One hand gripped your hip while the other went to grab your hair. Gathering a handful before tugging it slightly having you gasp and you tried to look at him. Simon saw you salvia on the corner of your mouth. Making him moan.

“Fuck you like this huh? Like when I treat you like a whore? Fuck you-fuck.” He couldn’t finish feeling his balls tighten. God he fucking loved the feeling of heat running from his spine and throughout his body when his orgasm was at the peak.

You knew this as you smirked. “Come on baby, fill me up with your cum. I need your cum inside me, fuck it in me.” You panted as your third orgasm came out.

Simon felt you cum again, looking down at his cock and your needy hole. As you squeezed hard around his cock, you also felt like you were peeing. You screamed Simon’s name as he kept slamming into you, feeling his cock stutter. Simon let out an animalistic moan watching the white ring grow thicker. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck yes! Oh fuck!” Simon yelled.

One. Two. Three. He settled against your cervix, releasing his hot white cum inside you. You sighed as you relaxed into the mattress, smiling. You felt his cum starting to drip down your pussy as Simon pulled out, hearing him hiss then moan. Simon leaned against your back and started to kiss your shoulder blades. “Fuck baby,” He panted kneading your ass. “You never squirted before.”

You wanted to look and see but you were too tired. You chuckled as he turned you slowly to lay on your back. Rubbing softly up your thighs before kissing your wet forehead. “Really I did?” You mumbled softly putting your hand on his cheek.

Simon leaned into it. “Yeah, we might have to change the sheet.”

You nodded wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him close. He laid on you but not enough to squish you. He placed his head between your shoulder and head, moaning in content as you rubbing your hands up and down his sweaty back. “Thank you.” He mumbled.

“Always.” You said kissing into his hair.

[illogicallyx]

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸

pairing: satoru gojo x gn!reader - established relationship <3

content: in which he's sick with the love he has for you and you're sick with a seasonal flu.

satoru is watching the tv at a low volume when he hears the bedroom door shut and a whine come from his left.

he cranes his neck towards the sound, already knowing who is coming his way - you : cute, beautiful and sick you. you have been sick for the past two days which has made you grumpy and whiny, which in result has made the whines a frequent occurrence.

you turn the corner of the hallway that leads to your bedroom and satoru gets a look at your pouty face and messy hair, which has him chuckling as he watches you walk up to him - slow and sluggish steps with half open eyes.

"satoru" you croak when you reach him - voice scratchy from the strep throat you currently have, standing in between his legs. looking down at him with hair surrounding your face.

satoru thinks you're the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

"hey" he greets you in a breathy tone, hooking his hands behind your knees when you start to grip onto his shoulders as a sign to help you straddle his lap.

"i feel so sleepy" you say sluggishly, bringing down your arms and wrapping them around his torso while pressing your cheek against his shoulder.

"then sleep, my love" he hums at you, one hand settled at the small of your back while the other rubs soothing circles on it, knowing you need him when you get like this - fussy and whiny when he's not there to cuddle you, like a baby.

his baby, he smiles to himself.

"needed you in bed" your reply comes out muffled when you turn your head and nuzzle into his neck, already so close to passing out.

this makes him drop his head at the back of the couch and smile, "do you wanna go back to bed with me?" he looks down at you and presses a kiss into your hair.

"no" you whine again, reply a little louder than your previous ones - clearly stating your protest against the idea. "no?" he asks rhetorically, chuckling at your antics. the vibrations of his laughter add a soothing affect to your drifting mind.

"just wanna stay like this" you say in a quiet voice to which he hums and wraps his arms tighter and press his own cheek over your head.

once he makes sure you're asleep, he picks you up gently and slowly to not jostle you awake and heads to the bedroom.

a/n: lol i was abt to write angst for a diff character but ended up with this baby boy. i dont think i can write angst ever. anyway here take this cotton fluff i thought of while i had a dust allergy and was laying in my bed and wanted a gojo satoru to cuddle me <3

[just-jordie-things]

ik you literally JUST reblogged this but i was online so 😭 kiss prompt 52 w megumi 🫣🫣 -🌿

YES and ur not the only one it appears i've opened the floodgates for smooches

52: Accidentally Witnessed Kiss

**aged up characters!!** ___

you and megumi are good at hiding your relationship. very good, in fact, you're quite surprised that your nosey friends haven't caught on yet. just last week nobara tried to set you up with a salesman at a boutique you frequented. sure, megumi was a little annoyed by the notion, but you claimed it was only a testament to how well you'd kept your relationship hidden.

and of course hiding it was the right thing to do. your friends, and your sensei, were a pestering group, and you both agreed you didn't need any added stressors in your life. your relationship was yours, and it was meant to be a form of relaxation. after taxing assignments and grueling training sessions, it was comforting to know you could sneak into each other's rooms and hide away in each other's presence, forgetting about the rest of the world as you enjoyed being wrapped up in each other's arms.

it had been nearly six months of this. the sneaking around, the hidden gifts and love letters, the subtle brushes of his knuckles against the back of your hand as you walked side by side but at a safe, platonic distance from one another. you often didn't even sit by one another during movie nights, or shared lunches. you were so damn good at hiding your development out of friendship that your friends didn't even know how well you got along, if at all.

they didn't know that the sound of megumi's giggles when you asked him if he'd love you if you were a worm was the cutest sound in the world to you. they didn't know that megumi had your favorite drink memorized to order it for you. they didn't know you kept a special necklace around your neck at all times, tucked under the collar of your uniform. it's closer to my heart that way, you'd said cheerily when megumi had put it on for you for the first time. they didn't know you were each other's first love, and you very much intended for it to be your only love.

but everything comes to an end at some point, and the secrecy among such a close group of individuals could only last so long.

you were sitting on the counter in the small kitchenette that was a shared space in the hall of dormitories. your laughter was stifled behind your hand as megumi dumped out the leftovers he'd planned on eating for a late night snack. he wasn't as amused as you were, grumbling as he reached into the cabinet to eat cup noodles, yet again.

"i told you that they wouldn't stay good for that long," you scold, although your voice is soft and your eyes hold nothing but adoration. "you should've had them yesterday"

"yesterday was the only day we could go on a proper date with no one wondering where we were," megumi reminds you.

it had been a rare occasion, yuuji and nobara were partnered up for an assignment for the evening, giving you both just enough time to go to dinner and rush back before anyone could notice your absence.

"would you have rathered we stay here instead?" megumi asks, expecting you to pout and admit that going out was worth it.

instead you sit up a little straighter, reaching your arms around his neck to draw him closer to you. sitting on the counter gave you enough of a height advantage that you could be eye to eye with him.

"maybe," you muse thoughtfully, still tugging him close until he's slotted in the space between your legs.

his palms are warm as they rest on your thighs, and he too slides you closer to the edge of the counter in an attempt to draw you near enough that there wasn't a centimeter of space between you both. you smile at the action, nudging your nose against his.

"i do quite like staying in, with you" you hum, lashes fluttering as your eyes travel from his lips up to his own hooded gaze. he's smiling rather lazily at you, amused by the sudden affection.

normally he'd banter with you a bit more, just enough to tease and annoy you, before giving into what you so obviously really wanted.

but it was almost two in the morning now, there was no chance of anyone being around at this hour, and your hands were just so warm at the nape of his neck that he craved the rest of your warmth.

so his executive decision to give in completely, closing the small space left between your lips and sealing them with a kiss that had you humming in delight. he could feel you smiling in your victory.

the microwave is beeping with his finished noodles, but you're both far too melted into one another to care about the ringing sound by that point. your hands are too busy messing up his hair, carding through the soft locks until their nearly falling flat from how much you teased them. his own hands are having a hard time staying firmly on your hips, as the hem of your shirt moves and your warm skin is literally right at his finger tips. his movements are calculated as he carefully works his palms over your skin. somehow his hands are hot to the touch and yet leave goosebumps in their wake as they slide from your hips, to the small of your back, to your hips again. his fingers are splayed out wide, wanting to feel as much of you as he could.

you're lost in time, lost in him, you have no idea how long it's been since he'd started kissing you, and you don't know how long it'll be until one of you realize you should probably stop, but you push the thought away. why you'd ever stop kissing megumi, you don't know.

but the answer provides itself in the sound of plastic clattering to the linoleum floor.

your lips are off each other with an exaggerated smack, but no other noise fills the room as you and megumi turn your heads to the sound, only to find yuuji standing in the entryway of the kitchenette. his eyes are unblinking, and wide, and there's a plastic spider-man cup rolling on the ground at his feet.

unfortunately, your shared shock leaves you so frozen, that there's no chance of explaining yourselves to the pink haired boy. megumi's hands are still clearly under your shirt, while your hands are in loose fists in his hair. both of your mouths are swollen, hanging open slightly, both to say something that wasn't coming to mind, and also to pant for air seeing as you'd been rather... occupied.

would he believe you if you said friends just make out sometimes? probably not.

"you- you're-" yuuji raises a shaky, pointing at you both to gesture to what he didn't know how to explain.

he felt like he just walked in on santa claus placing gifts under the christmas tree. or seen bigfoot dash between trees. or caught nobara's roots growing in. this was such an unbelievable sight, his brain was hardly processing.

"you're kissing!" it finally comes out, so loud it stirs you and megumi out of your compromising position.

he quickly removes his hands from under your shirt, tugging down the hem for good measure, and you're scooting back on the countertop to put as much space between you both as you could. anxiously, megumi's running his hands through his hair to make it look as untouched as possible. it was all in vain, your nervous movements to make it seem like yuuji hadn't caught anything, because he most certainly had.

"we- we were just-" you start, but look to megumi for help.

"yeah- we- i mean- nothing- well-" he tries to help you finish an excuse but you're both gaping at each other and shaking your heads, not knowing what you could say to make yuuji forget what he saw.

megumi sighs.

you give your friend a wince of a smile.

"any chance you won't tell everyone?"

yuuji simply shakes his head, his expression unwavering.

didn't think so, you thought.

"no one will believe you" megumi tries, but yuuji shrugs.

"i dunno. you have a hickey" yuuji replies, calmly, as though in a state of shock.

megumi's hand smacks over his neck before he's turning to glare at you. however, realizing there was no coming back from this, you burst into a fit of giggles, much to his dismay.

"a hickey?" he hisses in annoyance. "what are you, fifteen?"

"what!? you liked it!" you say through your giggles.

with your mini argument taking place, yuuji had plenty of time to race off towards the dorms to wake up nobara first. then they would certainly call their sensei to deliver the news. ___

xoxo ~ jordie