#get that flat ass nice n pink

[st-danger]

Somehow I had my camera on at just the right moment.

[tonycries]

Long Overdue!

Synopsis. Just cóckwarming? Funny, you’ll see who breaks first - him or your poor pússy.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, cóckwarming, creampíes, puníshments, REALLY NÉEDY BOYS, breéding, MAJOR overstím, slight exhíbitionism (Toji’s), spítting, they bég, pússy-slappíng, cúmplay, absolutely ruíning Ryomen Sukuna, marathon séx, chokíng, jealousy (Toji’s side), mean Geto, spànking, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.9k (sowwy)

A/N. I would say have a lovely week but then I remembered that leaks are coming out so…<3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - 47 min.

“B-but, doll…” Toji’s groaning in that raggedly sweet tone, voice cracking ever-so-slightly when your plush walls gift him with another unabashed squeeze. Still unmoving. Torturous. “You’re actin’ like I can’t feel the way that needy pussy of yours is just cryin’ f’me.”

It hasn’t even been an hour, and oh god - Toji had absolutely no idea how he was going to make it out of this alive. No clue as to how he was going to break out of these extra heavy-duty handcuffs customized for him. To fuck up into your heavenly cunt the way you deserved. 

The way he deserved. 

“Sh-shut up.” you scoff, looking down at where you had him pinned down messily on the silken sheets. “Before I put a muzzle on you, too, after that stunt you pulled-”

“Anything.” he’s cutting you off. Syrupy mind just a bit too hazy with the feeling of his weepy tip kissing up against your g-spot and being able to do nothing about it. “Anything oh anything- muzzle me, tie me up- ngh fuckin’ call that loser coworker of yours and make me apologize for all I care. Just needa-” 

Toji’s breath hitches when he squirms pathetically underneath you, biceps bulging when he pulls at those fuzzy pink restraints tied to the bedposts. 

“Jus- want you to- fuckin’-” You’re squealing when you feel his thick, muscled thighs flex to plant his feet flat on the plush mattress, toned pelvis rippling. Body bowing up, up, up- “-move!”

It’s barely even a half-thrust, a grind - nothing in comparison to those long, thorough drags of Toji’s cock that you were used to. But the feeling of your every corner being stretched out so full after staying still for so long has you huffing and puffing in a way that has his swollen cock growing even girthier. 

“It’s been ngh-” you reach blearily for the phone at your bedside table to look at the time. “-47 minutes! Y-you don’t get to act this way, y’know. Not after you were so rude to my coworker when meeting him earlier.” But it comes out more breathless than you intended. 

Toji quirks a proud brow, cockiness seeping into his words now that he had you exactly where he wanted after so long. “No, I wasn’t.” 

You’re babbling needily when your boyfriend’s reaching up to kiss at your bruised lips. Soft and licking at the seam of your petty complaints. “You told him to ‘fuck off’ right to his face, Toji! N’ after he was just being nice.”

“Just nice”, his ass. Toji saw the way he looked at you - and he didn’t like it, not one bit.

So in response, all you’re getting is another buck of his hips like such an animal. Once. Twice. Body curling up into yours to stuff your snug channel full. He’s waiting just until you keen and arch back for more before halting so agonizingly still, letting his painfully hard cock mold your plush walls. 

You have to take a moment to collect yourself at the sensation of his prominent veins rubbing up against those hidden sweet spots only Toji could reach. To stop yourself from fucking back desperately. 

“Dontcha think I’ve hah- already learned my lesson now, c’mon. Look-” Greedy eyes locking down at where you straddled him, your pretty pussy lips spread obscenely around his thick shaft. So so angry, covered in a mouthwateringly glossy sheen of your sweet sweet juices. “-bet she wants to be fucked like the slut she is.”

The force of his sharp pelvis has you tumbling face-first first into his chiseled pecs, just enough that Toji’s latching his bullying mouth onto one of your hardened nipples. Smug scar grazing against your sensitive areola, “Besides, is it really my fault?” Another ram, another crash against your ravaged g-spot, pumping in and out like he was addicted to the soft tug of your clingy walls back - now past just cockwarming. Way past. “Please, s’my right to be jealous, doll.” you watch his lewd smirk turn into something grittier. Something that definitely didn’t bode well for your poor cunt. Muffling out, “Sick bastards gotta know when to stay away from my woman.”

Before you’re opening your mouth to retort - or maybe threaten him with tying his legs up, too, so he’s left with only another 40 minutes of cockwarming - a sharp ring of your phone cuts through that heady, hypnotic air. 

Toji only has to angle his head towards the flashing screen on the forgotten phone still dangling limply from your hand, and then his eyes are lighting up with such dangerous delight. “Answer it.”

“Wh-what?” you sputter. “Who is-”

Your coworker. 

“Answer it.”

It’s the slow, sultry push and pull of Toji’s hips that have now got you in such a cockdrunk daze, a soft ah! ah! ah! leaving you with every rhythmic grind. He’s using the handcuffs as leverage to arch his hips off the bed, inching you closer and closer to puff out a feverishly sweet kiss onto your forehead. Whispering gently, “Answer it f’me, doll.”

And no sooner is the soft pad of your shaky thumb swiping across the screen, that tinny voice of your coworkers blaring through the speakers that-

“Hello?”

SNAP!

The handcuffs are hitting the hardwood floors before realization hits you - and in all of three seconds, Toji’s hulking frame is set free. Two rough palms sliding to your hips and just slamming you down the entire length of his throbbing cock. Burying so deep inside your heavenly cunt that you could feel the scratch of his public hair against your clit, Toi’s heavy balls twitching against your ass. And his voice - low and rumbling with need when he’s pulling your whole body weight up, up, up to kiss at his leaky, pink tip. And down. Again. And again and again and-

“Let’s show this fucker how sorry I really am, huh?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - As long as you want, darling.

“Are you sure, my love?” Nanami whispers in your ear in a low, satiny purr. The hot water from that candlelit bubble bath he’d lit sloshing around just a bit when two large, rugged hands of his come down to massage your shoulders gently. “S’been a long day.”

And, really, it has. A long day of overly picky clients and an even pickier manager - a long day that your lovely husband was slowly crumbling away bit by bit. Chest rumbling behind yours, legs intertwined with yours in the water, thick cock stuffed deep in your cunt. 

You’re slowly nudged back into reality when he’s planting a lazy, heated trail of open-mouthed kisses down your shoulder. “If you want to sit in silence we can do that, too, darling.”

“No, s’okay, Ken.” It’s all you can do to manage out a hazy shake of your head, looking up from where your back was pulled flushed against his hard, sculpted front. Grinding the curve of your ass back to drag against his abs, skin-on-skin. “Want you.”

Fuck, that has him twitching like a man starved inside you. And the stretch, oh - it made your toes curl in depravity, head spinning at just how much your gummy walls were being molded to the exact shape and size of him. Memorizing every little curve and pattern of lewd throbs along your pussy. 

A low rumbling sound in the back of his throat, heavy balls so so ready and squeezing painfully at your obscene words. 

“But- you know if I go rough on you-”

You kiss his sharp jaw, licking languidly along the long column of his milky throat. Drinking in his heady, masculine scent to murmur, “And I want you now.”

And, well, how could Nanami Kento ever deny his pretty lil’ wife?

Which is why, in all of three seconds, the man himself had you reaching across the bathtub on all fours. Knees weak and shaking like a newborn fawn where he held you up easily by your hips, swollen cock still angry and splitting your poor cunt apart from behind. 

“Whatever my love wants-” you hear Nanami breathe out shakily, moving from the first time since he carried you inside the bathroom to reel every long fucking inch of his girthy cock out, out, out from your sloppy hole. And if you angled your head back just right you could catch that messy glisten of your slick down his shaft. All the way until his fat tip was smearing all over your glossy folds. Waiting. Greedy. “-she will get.”

And his words were so sincere - solid, thorough, just like the dizzying thrust he was gifting your poor cunt with. Stretching that first rim of muscle so wide, feeding your pussy every inch he could give. 

“O-oh-” you moan brokenly, your thighs already shaky with the stimulation of having Nanami squeeze his fat shaft down in bullying thrusts just to fit his mean cock inside. “Oh my god, Ken s’already so much-”

“M’not even halfway in.” he’s hushing away your pretty cries with a line of kisses down your arched spine, finally settling to crash his lips against yours. Bare chest rippling with muscle, “You can take it. You’re my good girl, right? Gonna take my cock until you forget all about that hngh- bad day of yours?‘

It’s like clockwork the way you’re nodding so dazedly, not even sure what you even agreed to until Nanami’s pushing in proud, powerful rams of his hips. Tip so hefty, leaking so much precum down your cervix - down the corners of your sopping slit. 

“You’re so big-” you whine, ass stinging with the harsh smacks into his front. Screwing your glassy eyes shut, “S’too much, ngh-”

“Hey hey, now.” your husband tuts against your ear, the damp metal of his ring cold when he swipes softly at your cheek - refusing, for even a moment, to take off that evidence of his pure devotion to you. “Keep those gorgeous eyes of yours open, my love. Just look-.”

Coaxing those cockdrunk eyes of yours open exactly the way he always did, Nanami only smiles when your kiss-bitten lips drop into a shocked oh! 

Because fuck, it didn’t matter how many times you took him - Nanami was always so massive. So unapologetically obvious when he was inside you. Your puffy folds spread shamefully, that bulging divot of his fat head peeking out, showing you in real time exactly how harshly he was crashing against your g-spot. Bruising. Sloppy.

Over and over and-

“Takin’ me so hah- well.” You mewl at the never-ending gush of praises, every lingering thrust of Nanami’s hips increasing in pace. “Wish you could feel- how wet you are.” He’s sliding a palm down your water-slicked skin, cupping the mess made of your cunt. “-how tight. How-” Body convulsing when you feel Nanami’s wedding ring so chilly against the heated part of your clit. Being rubbed into it over and over when he’s rolling the pad of his thumb in slow, sleazy circles. “-perfect. How perfect you are f’me.”

“K-Ken-” you’re whining, and Nanami already knows what you’re about to say - of course, he does. Immediately pinning your two arms behind your back with one of his much bigger ones, holding you upright to fuck into your dripping cunt harsher. More calculated. “M’close- m’close m’so-”

“So cum f’me.” he hisses, letting your fingers dance up to tug and graze his undercut all you pleased. “Cum f’me like a good girl.”

You don’t even realize it when you do - too caught up with every crashing kiss against your bruised g-spot. Every spike of white-hot pleasure when Nanami’s massive cock massages your walls so right. Fucking you over and over through your high. 

Until all you can do is scream out his name, until all you can do is kneel there and take it while he’s absolutely ravaging your cunt - no thoughts of whatever bad day at work on your mind now, only filled with Nanami and the need for more, more, more-

Until you’re turning to hum deviously, “Your turn.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - HOURS

Times like this, Geto Suguru loved to tease you, loved to push the limits and see exactly what would make that pretty lil’ mind of yours tick. 

Times like now - when he had you laying so peacefully on top of him, your lolling head moving gently up and down with his heavy breathing, his legs dangling off the other end of the couch, eyes firmly trained on the shitty action movie playing on-screen.

It would be almost wholesome, if it wasn’t for-

“Sugu…”

Ah, there it was. 

“Yes, gorgeous?” Geto tries to hold back that dark glint in his voice. A smirk curling the edges of his strained words when you clench your clingy walls around him as a sort of punishment, shifting desperately. “Don’t like the movie?”

You’re hissing out through firmly clenched teeth, tugging on his skin-tight shirt to get your beloved boyfriend’s attention - but, alas, it doesn’t work. “The movie’s not the problem-” And lo and behold, you’re fucking your trembly hips back so deep against where he’d buried himself inside you about half an hour ago. Ass shifting on top of his heavy balls, clit throbbing on top of those neat tufts of black, your familiar movements trying to get him to massage his fat, weepy veins against your sweet spots again. “-it’s your fuckin’-”

“Ah ah, language, my girl.” he’s whispering, still not sparing your cockdrunk self a glance. Despite the way his achy head nudges in desperation against the bullseye of your g-spot in a way he knows will have you keening. Leaky divot meeting your bundle of nerves making you go insane after cockwarming him for so long. “S’jus’ getting to the best part.”

Fuck, you didn’t care - didn’t even remember the name of the movie you two were watching at this point. 

But what you did remember was the way this exact scenario played out last time - when Geto decided to really pull out and continue with the movie marathon as if nothing happened. Just the memory has your needy pussy twinging in annoyance, trying even harder to suck him up depravedly. 

And yet, all you can manage out is a few grumbles about “getting him back soon” and forcing your eyes back on the screen. Only gives occasional nudges and grinds down to nestle him cozier against your plush walls.

And you succeed.

That is, almost. 

Until it gets to that erotic scene. A hazy blinking up at Geto told you he already knew this would be in the movie, high cheekbones flushed, watching your every single reaction from the corner of his dark, dewy eyes. 

You’re teetering precariously on top of him when his achy dick twitches even harder in interest. Your slick coming down in hot oozes that soak his entire bottom half. Glistening in the light of the tv and helping you slide your sloppy pussy across his fat length. 

“Suguru…”

Full name? Damn, he was in some trouble.

But, like the absolute bully he is, Geto only lets out a low whistle. A large, soft palm coming down to knead at the fat of your ass, stretching and pulling to help you hump your pussy even deeper. “Some awful actin’, huh?” he grunts, eyes still locked on the movie. Hips stuttering up as if unconsciously - primally, “Bet we could do a whole lot better.”

But, two can play that game.

“We could.” you whine syrupy and pitched higher than normal with lust. “Such a hngh- shame, though, right?” And at his surprised look of confusion, you’re plowing on smugly, “Because you’re on a sex ban for the next month.”

The reaction is immediate - pained eyes snapping onto yours, his pretty pink lips dropping into a shocked oh! and Geto’s spouting out unabashed, “Awww, c’mon, gorgeous don’t be like that. Wasn’t serious, wasn’t—” Panic veiling his actions when you bluff moving to get off. Yet, he plays right into your hands, heavy fingers sitting you back down on his cock to meet in a shallow thrust, molding at your elastic walls. Claiming, “-as if I’d ever deny you, gorgeous.”

And you can’t get another word out before he’s steadily using all those hours at the gym to his advantage to bounce you along his lap in a steady fucking. Slamming right up to where your pussy lips smashed into his hip bone.

“You’re so weak, Sugu–”

Hell, so what if he was the one that broke first? 

Oh, he can’t deny though, the way just how needy you were - how you were pouting up at him with those sultry, beautiful eyes of yours to “just fuck me right” - has him throbbing achingly inside your heavenly walls. Stretching out that gummy channel to its limits, until you could feel every ridge and curve along his massive length. 

“Mhm, m’weak.” Geto rasps, arms tightening around your waist to hover your entire body up. “But- only for you- ngh, only for-” And he’s barely even stuttering his hypnotic cadence before spreading his legs firmer, moving his quick, bullying thrusts enlarging your filthy hole. Geto’s abs burning, thighs straining. “-you n’ this pretty cunt, y’know.” Like a - very overdue - little apology for toying with you so much, one of his deft hands dip down to roll and tweak your puffy clit between two slender fingers. Promising. Faster. Flashing a look in your eyes that told you he was about to make it so you couldn’t walk for a week, at least. “So you better not think of hah- something stupid like a sex ban.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - 13 min.

Choso couldn’t tear his greedy gaze away, couldn’t stop aching for more and more of that delicious stretch of your gummy walls around him. Feeling so lecherous with every beat of silence spent devouring the pretty sight of you. 

The way you were splayed out like such a slut for him on your once-fresh satin sheets, bent into such a mean mating press he didn’t think himself capable of. Laying your boneless body out in that obscene pool of cum and slick, only spreading farther and farther with each twitch of his poor, overstimulated balls. 

“Ch-Cho!” your honeyed, broken gasp him blinking back those big fat tears of sensitivity. And fuck he swears he could feel that lewd slosh of his seed coating against your gummy walls in a sticky sheen. “Cho, why are you- ngh! Getting hard again? It’s only been about ten minutes-”

That has him looking down in surprise, ravaged raw lips falling into a fucked-out oh! at that sight of your puffy folds being spread further and further with the way all the blood in his body was rushing to his achy cock. Bulging. Slobbering down your slit to coat him all glistening and ready to slide in again. 

“One more. Had enough of waitin’ around.” Choso rasps, words slurring out so quiet that you almost think you imagined it. “O-one more time, baby–”

He’s leaving no room for you to answer - for you to even think, to breathe before giving your sopping wet cunt an experimental thrust. Dewy eyes falling half-lidded and dangerous when he watches the way his cum gushes down your thighs in warm dredges at the simple gesture. 

“I thought-” your nails rake down his toned back to leave red, angry lines of pleasure. “I thought you said we were jus’ gonna hah- cockwarm right now, Cho? To make sure it takes?”

And it was true, he wanted to make sure you don’t waste a drop of his seed, to have you painted white with him for as long as he possibly could - well, maybe partially out of your boyfriend’s own perverted desire. But, really, what’s the harm in a little self-indulgence?

“Please! Please I know I know, baby.” he’s pleading. Ignoring the ringing in his ears, the dizziness in his vision to kiss the glossy pout of your candied lips so soothingly - missing, a few times with how utterly wrecked you had him. “But you can hngh- take one more, right? Just one more, f’me? Please?”

One more - he’s whispering out that little manta over and over with each gifting, filthy crash against your g-spot. Fat tip so soaked with all the mess of your juices that it slides a thorough line right across your bruised cervix. That makes you keen, it makes you cry, it makes you just arch your back off the mattress to push you even deeper down Choso’s swollen cock. 

You mewl when he’s licking a long, languid stripe up the sultry teartracks down your cheeks, “Yes, but- but Cho you should rest-”

As if that would stop him - not when every shred of his sanity is dancing away from him to the smooth staccato of his rolling hips. 

Choso hisses when his bruised lips are crashing against yours, entire body jolting because the sheer stimulation after only this long since cumming is driving him insane. Too much. 

You buck your hips wildly when he’s angling his toned pelvis just right to smack that divot on his thick head onto your already-raw sensitive spots. Convulsing uncontrollably to let out a few wispy globs of cum that fill you up from the bottom of your pussy - an orgasm you don’t think Choso even realizes. “F-fuck- did you just-”

The pool grows even wider.

“Yes- no.” he gasps, before immediately reeling his hips back and forth again like a man starved. “Maybe. But one more- just one more, baby. Please.” Your sloppy make out is now tinged with the salty taste of tears - both yours and his. Because with each slow, cautious drag of his cock marking your elastic walls, a fresh wave of sensitivity hits him. “Please- wanna cum. Need to cum. Please please please one more- please.”

He didn’t know who he was begging at this point - you or him. Holding such a vice-like grip on the easy curve of your hips to keep you from running away while he fucks you into the mattress for the nth time tonight. 

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck can feel you in so deep.” you murmur hazily, bringing a hand up to draw an invisible line around the middle of your stomach. “Can feel you right in here-”

“Oh yeah? That so?” he’s smirking uncharacteristically. “Soon ‘nough m’gonna have you hngh filled all the way up until-” He drags a thick, lazy index finger of his right up the sensitive bud of your clit. Up, up, up to wrap a large palm at your throat, “-here.”

And you can’t help but think he looks so pretty - so absolutely wrecked with his dark hair untied, sticking in stray strands to his forehead. Flushed to the absolute roots from the apples of his cheekbones, his droopy eyes. Biceps bulging out attractively when he squeezes around your racing pulse. 

Somehow, you manage to choke out, “Do it then.”

That’s all it takes for your poor, absolutely ruined boyfriend to cum. Cumming and cumming so hard it was like he couldn’t stop - didn’t want to stop. 

Greedy gaze falling shut so sensually when your gummy walls squeeze the soul out of him, drinking up every single rope after rope of his hot seed. Sticky, oozing globs that thin out into nothing but blanks - and he’s still fucking your heavenly cunt through his high. 

Still in the throes of his orgasm when he whispers, “Baby- my baby, are we really sure it took?” Fingers squeezing tighter around your gasping throat, “Maybe we should try one more time.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Honestly? 1 hour 26 min.

“Hngh-” you’re hiccuping, the front of your drenched panties leaving a lewd smear of glossy slick all over Sukuna’s abs. Dragging out his name in such a honeyed, needy whine, “Sukuna—”

With a growl, he’s gripping a fistful of your ass, holding your squirming hips so flush against his toned pelvis that he could feel every minute quiver of your puffy pussy lips. Every new bead of your sweet sweet juices slobbering down his front and onto the sobbing cock stuffed still inside your gripping cunt, “What, woman?”

You’re gifting him with a pouty kiss, the kind he’d never admit makes his painfully tight balls squeeze in depravity, “Don’t hafta be so mean.”

“M’not.” he grumbles, and yet gifts the mound of your cunt with a sharp smack! of his large palm. Soothing over the burning brand, “S’jus’ that someone decided to- hngh-” Muscled pecs rumbling with the memory from just a few hours ago, “-make me miss my morning meeting by being such a slut, hm? Just crying to ‘feel, tha’s enough.’”

That work meeting was long done now, having finished about half an hour ago from what he could spy from that clock across your bedroom. Doesn’t matter, as CEO he could miss all the fucking meetings he wanted - having a softer spot for you than anyone, anything. 

But that didn’t mean he’d stop teasing you - toying with you until you were begging for twice as long as that meeting was supposed to last.

“So, really-” his voice cuts through those needy little grinds of your hips. Mindless, slow - trying not to draw attention to yourself as you rocked yourself slowly up and down Sukuna’s fat hilt. Caught red-handed, it’s all you can do to squeal when he’s digging those long, black nails into your heated skin, holding you so agonizingly still. “-m’jus’ doing exactly what you asked, brat.”

The way you kick and wrangle your legs have him leering even wider, “What? Heh, got a problem with that?”

“Yes!” you’re keening, tightening your legs around his waist until you could feel the balls of your feet digging into the tiny dimples at the back of his spine. “Wan’ed you to ngh- fuck me- not- not-”

His tip is swiping across every inch of your sweet spot, pressing in so hard but doing nothing about it. Teasing you with such feral twitches against your tight channel, “You jus’ wanted me inside you n’ this cockwarming s’all you’re gonna get.” 

“Please?”

This earns you another rough slap on your bulging pussy, the pads of Sukuna’s five fingers branding onto your stretched-out swollen folds. Lingering a bit too long around your neglected clit. Assessing. 

And, suddenly, you know it means that smug façade of his is crumbling bit by bit - right along with his sanity. Gruffing out a ragged, “I said-”

And then you squeeze - oh, you’re clamping down your snug walls in such a way that has Sukuna cutting himself off with a throaty moan. The greedy gaze of his darkened red eyes flying open, head thrown back when his hips traitorously buck into you.

“Fuck- fuck, you little minx.” he spits into the soft kiss you’re planting on his lips. Glaring at you despite the way his weepy tip coats your cunt in an appreciative glossy sheen, “You think you’re sooo fuckin’ slick, huh? You think you hah- won this? M’still not movin’, woman.”

Batting your lashes up so deceivingly innocently, “I have no idea what you mean, Kuna–” 

Shit, the syrupy sweet sound of that sinful nickname sends wracking shudders all down Sukuna’s hulking body. Biting his lower lip to hold back a raspy moan, “Don’t.”

You’re only pressing your bare chest against his even closer, draping yourself all over like a second skin. Blowing a feverish puff of hot air down his steadily reddening ears, “I have no-” Pressing a chaste peck right at his cheek, his forehead. “-idea-” On the edge of his pink locks - exactly where you knew he loved but would never ever tell you. “-what you mean-” Before finishing off with the final blow, to thumb open his angry mouth. Eyeing in amusement at how easily he’s letting his tongue loll out already - pussydrunk and all ready for you to spit a steady glob of saliva once. Twice. Wiping off those intentional splatters at the corner of those pretty pink lips, “-Kuna.”

“You’re gonna fuckin’ regret this.”

As if to prove his point, Sukuna is immediately pulling out - taking only a split second to flip you over to press your back against his broad chest. The bed creaks in protest as he sheaths himself inside your gooey cunt in one, harsh thrust. 

All of it - making sure you swallow every thick inch by fucking inch of that same cock you’ve been begging for all morning. He doesn’t waste a second before spreading his knees to smack those sharp hip bones against yours again. Doesn’t even wait for you to adjust. 

“You’re such a slut when you- hah- beg f’me, y’know that. Don’t know why you bother with that good girl act but-” Slap! For a moment, you wonder whether he smacked you - only to realize it’s the sheer power of his thrusts. Unforgiving, long drags in and out to fill you up in places you didn’t even know existed, bruising your flesh. “-at least I ngh- get to bring out the nasty bitch in you.”

Fucking you so relentles now. Your brain’s too fuzzy to even call him out on his little insult, managing out only choked up, “F-fuck you’re so- s’too good- Kuna.”

Those moans have him drunk, one set of thick fingers reeling you in by your pretty throat. So thankful he chose this position, because now he gets to fully let the ecstasy take over his face. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, face tinted a delicate pink, so fucking hot where he buries his face into the crook of your neck. 

“J-just shut up and take it, brat.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - 2 min. (and 15 seconds!)

“F-fuck-” he breathes out unsteadily. Blue eyes falling shut as he throws his head back in pleasure, and his lips have that freshly-kissed look to them when he’s groaning. “Fuuuck, m’sorry m’sorry. You’re gonna be the hngh- fuckin’ death of me, sweetheart.”

Now, the great Gojo Satoru already had an inkling about this fact by the time you’d caught him rifling through that batch of chocolates you’d been saving up for a week. Brows furrowed, foot tapping in anger. Whoopsies. 

And he already knew it’d be true when you’d shoved him down on the nearby couch and scolded him in that stern, sexy voice of yours that went straight to his aching dick. Toying with your glistening pussy while you straddled his toned lap, telling him to dare not move “or else.”

And fuck, he swear he saw the gates of heaven open up right then and there when you actually took him. 

But shit, now, Gojo didn’t consider himself a weak man - far from it, actually, he was the strongest and he knew it. And yet he’s never felt so utterly fucking helpless with his throbbing cock enveloped deep in your cunt where he couldn’t see, freshly leaky, angry tip hitting down that familiar path to your g-spot. But staying there. 

Unmoving.

So fucking agonizing that even you’re noticing the twitch of Gojo’s fingers on the plush of your hips, the way his jaw is clenching so tight. Raising an amused brow, “Toru?”

“Y-yes?” he yelps, voice a few octaves higher than normal. Jolting - and the movement is enough to cause a slight shift inside your dripping wet pussy. Tremors running down his spine at that sinful little taste of what he’s been craving so badly.

“Toru, you’re already such a mess.” you manage to giggle, purposefully grinding down in smooth gyrations that have his fat head drawing wet circles over and over around your sweet spots. “N’ I just put it in.”

“No!” Gojo’s whining hotly, big fat tears of sheer need pricking at his eyes. “No no no s’been more than long enough-” Gliding two large, pale hands to smooth over the globes of your ass, groping you to shove even more of his angry inches into your swallowing pussy. Ragged breaths coming out in gusts, “-please. Please.”

His words are breaking so sluttily at the end, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down his pale throat when he’s lifting his impatient hips off of the couch - once. Twice. Desperately searching for some friction.

“Satoru, if you can’t handle cockwarming for more than two minutes…”

“Please!” And he looks so pretty begging like this, gasping out wet pleas into your open mouth. “I’ve hah- l-learned my lesson, my girl. Don’t hold out on me now.” Powerful hips stuttering up like he was hesitant on pissing you off any more. “Said m’sorry- see?”

You whirling to look down at where Gojo was lolling his head down in such a pussydrunk way, only to be met with the lewd sight of your snug cunt being split apart by his massive cock. Glossy lips spread, bulging - struggling with the effort to accommodate his girthy, pulsing shaft. The stretch.

The sight is something that makes you squeeze your clingy walls to take the shape of him - so tight that Gojo swears he could feel his breath being cut off. 

He hisses, words coming out so pained. Eyes half-lidded in wonderment at the way that tiny hole of yours gets stretched so obscenely around his thick hilt. “Ohh, fuck yeah. Thought you’d like that- yeah- yeah, just like that.” And you’re barely getting the chance to brace yourself before his hips are bucking up wildly. Like he was out of control - like he didn’t even know what he was doing right now. “S-sorry, said m’sorry. Fuck, m’sorry- sooo fuckin– sorry.”

Every breathy apology is punctuated by a heavy thrust, now fully forgetting that little punishment of his. IMean now. Pushing past that feeble resistance to fuck you all the way till you could feel that upwards curve of his dick branding against your cervix, your lungs. Over and over and- 

“Hngh- ah, Toru!” you’re squealing when he dances a long hand down to rub over your pretty clit. Soft palms wet with a gloss of your slick with each tight circle. Again. And again and again and- “Y-you’re still not forgiven, y’know.”

It wasn’t very convincing - not when your greedy hips are limply bucking down to try and meet his rough cadence. 

“I know.” he grits. “I know I know- fuck, I know.” Spitting straight into your sagging open mouth, he’s swiping at the lewd mess, “N’ I’ll buy ya more- buy ya the hngh- whole fuckin’ ch-chocolate store if you want.” Heavy balls smacking against your ass, pushing in powerful rams of his tip into your g-spot. Rambling drunkenly to himself now, “Just wanna- wanna-”  Tears of sensitivity are streaming down his face now, as wet as the mess he was making of your poor pussy. And it takes only a few anticipated, purposeful thrusts before- “-cum.”

You barely have the time to even register those thick, hot globs f cum being stuffed into the very bottom of your pussy. Filling you up with Gojo’s sin when he’s throwing his head back to moan, hips bucking up, up, up to paint your deep core white. 

“No no no no- no-”  he’s babbling, still shooting up sticky streams of seed inside you. Fingers so erratic on your cunt now,  Back arching up off the cushions to ram into you like some little ragdoll, from the very tip of his goading cock. “You have to cum- need you to cum, sweetheart.”

You’re just milking him, clinging onto him so tight it’s hard to crash his ruddied, sobbing tip even harder into your g-spot. 

It’s almost like he’s forcing it out of you, wrenching out a hazy orgasm where you’re seeing stars behind your eyes. A loud whine of your boyfriend’s name leaving your swollen lips when he’s fucking you through peak after peak-

“Is this a good time to tell ya I ate those leftovers you were savin’ up, too, or do I hafta beg for forgiveness again?”

“...”

A/N. Listen, I know that Sukuna would be a TYRANT CEO but it’s for the aesthetic ok.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[bunnys-kisses]

OMGG THIS SO SOO CUTE N CREATIVE!!

Can u feed me with Simon Riley Chocolate chip cookies n Bubble tea! :3

the bakery menu!

there is still tons of sweet items on the menu! pick your order now! and thank you lovely anon for the order! i'm glad the concept is cute, i've been yearning for sweets so badly that this was the only way to get my fix!

chocolate chip cookies ("you're beautiful when you smile, but you're the prettiest when my cock is in your throat") + bubble tea (daddy kink) served to you by simon 'ghost' riley (call of duty)!

cw: smut/pwp, daddy kink, daddy dom!simon, size difference, (sloppy) oral sex (simon receives), wife!reader, wife kink, domestic smut

simon liked pretty things, but the prettiest was the cute little thing that he got to love every night. you were such a good wife to him. you made him dinner when he came home from deployment, you made sure he was taken care of when he was home.

that included getting full access to your sweet cunt. he would never force himself on you, the idea of that made him sick. but when you spread your fingers across his broad chest or kissed at his tattoos one by one, he knew that his missus was eager for some lovin'.

he had been home for a few days now and was still adjusting to the time zone changes. he had been up too late the previous night trying to adjust and slept most of the morning. he awoke to the sounds of you moving around the flat you shared.

he scratched his jaw and yawned loudly, as he got up. he made his way out of the bedroom. he made it to the living room and kitchen, what he saw was you bent over moving washing into the dryer. he smiled softly at the sight of his formals hung up already, preventing shrinkage or wrinkling.

"what a sight for sore eyes." he said with a gruff voice.

you stood back up with a pile of your underwear and his in your arms. they were already washed, ready to be dried. you raise an eyebrow at him and said, "says you, now come help me."

"of course, love." he said dutifully as he approached closer and handed you the washed shirts for you to dump them in the dryer. but the sight of you was quite lovely, your backside of full display in the boy short underwear you were currently wearing.

before he got back up, he grabbed your ass then gave it a squeeze, "mmmm, my wife looks good like this." he chuckled, "i was thinkin' about ya the entire flight home. how you were keepin' my home nice and clean. i hope you were takin' care of yourself."

you closed the dryer, feeling simon's heavy hand on your ass cheek. you turned it on and looked to your husband. both now standing straight up, you leaned up even further to kiss your simon on the lips.

the both of you couldn't be bothered to make it to the bedroom, or even the couch. so you both ended up on the floor of the kitchen where the washer and dryer also was. simon propped himself up against the lower cabinets.

"pretty girl for daddy." he chuckled, "i know you were thinkin' about it when i got home. i remember those late night text messages." he pushed back your hair and held your face in both hands.

his cheeks were stained a tad pink and his breathing was getting heavier. the sight out you was so painfully erotic, he could fuck you in lingerie or a potato sack. he did not care, he wanted his wife.

you looked up at him as you knelt at his side. the cool tile of the kitchen floor was nice against your warm legs. you looked at him and gave him another kiss before you got out of his grasp.

it didn't take long for your lips to be wrapped around his cock. his little homecoming. he knew that you were a good girl and waited diligently for your daddy. it was honestly very adorable, you were such a committed girl to him.

it didn't hurt that he loved your cute little squeals when he fucked you, how good the name 'daddy' rolled off your tongue. it was fuckin' erotic for him.

you looked up at him and ran your tongue across his cock. it made him groan a little. a sight to behold.

he combed his fingers through your hair as he said, "you're beautiful when you smile, but you're the prettiest when my cock is in your throat" you looked so cute almost filled to your cheeks with cock in your mouth!

you looked up at him and tried to smile as you rocked your head up against his length. it was honestly cute and it made simon shudder. your eyes slowly closed and you continued to move your head up and down, you dragged your tongue wherever it could reach of his cock.

he had a handful of your hair and the other hand planted firmly on the tiled floor. you were painfully beautiful like this, you looked like a dream that he never wanted to wake from. his heart swelled at the fact that he had you as his wife. you married him.

you were mrs. riley!

"daddy loves the sight of ya, you are so painfully beautiful with my fat cock in your throat.' his accent grew heavier the more that you pleasured him.

his hot words made your core throb. he was so loving on his little wife, how small you were in his arms. how fragile you appeared next to this burly army man. but sometimes his words were erotic because of their contrast to his actions.

you rubbed your thighs together as you pleasured, you felt hot all over as you continued to bob your head up and down. his cock felt heavy in your mouth, drool dripped down your chin as you tried to keep all of him in your mouth.

the saltiness and warmth was comforting in your mouth. you dragged your tongue against his length, you moaned and breathed heavily through your nose. the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.

"such a beauty, a fuckin' beauty. nobody else can have my missus, you're the only mrs. riley." he purred as he felt the tension in his stomach grow, his entire body felt hot with your mouth on him.

you whimpered in response, your mind filled with only thoughts of your husband. you were one lucky woman.

simon held onto you a little tighter and rubbed up against you. his cock hit a little further which made the man pant heavily. the orgasm was like a punch in the gut as he spilled cum down your throat. he knew you were happily swallowing which only added a second wave of pleasure.

you pulled away from his cock and panted heavily, "shit, daddy." you moaned as you tried to compose yourself. you could feel the ringing in your ear as you tried to catch your breath.

"ah, good girl." he said as he leaned over to you and kissed you softly on the lips, the lingering taste of his cock on them. he said, "you're so perfect."

"mmm, please simon." you said.

"how about we get to the bedroom so you can be comfy when i take you apart piece by piece." his voice was a low growl that made you cunt ache for him.

it felt nice to be home, to a perfect wife and a clean house. and a sweet little cunt he was going to enjoy until he has to leave again.

[blueywrites]

you go in then I'll blow

eddie munson x ditsy!fem!reader a smutty sequel to baby can we smoke?

3k

cw: 18+. innocent!reader (not minor-coded), sex while high, oral (m & f receiving), spit, smoking, no y/n, no physical descriptions

fresh out the oven for you guys, here's alllll the filthy goodness.

enjoy! xx

Eddie allows himself one last squeeze before dropping his hand and straightening up to his full height— kneeling, that is, which is tall enough for him to gaze down at you all splayed out on the picnic bench, your legs spread in your tiny little pleated skirt, propped on your elbows so you can look up at him, ready and waiting. He draws his hand up your calf to the back of your knee, hooking his palm there and slinging your leg over his shoulder with a waggle of his eyebrows. He's going for roguish, but it must come across a little dorky because you giggle at him, your wide doe-eyes crinkling up tight with amusement.

He can't be mad about it, though, because your giggle is cute, the sound like sunshine and tinkling bells, and Eddie's just realized how much he likes the shape of your smile. Drawn in, he leans forward, shifting your legs back and open for him with the breadth of his shoulders. You lay flat along the bench, your breath hitching as he comes close to your heat. He could taste you now, and he wants to, but your obvious anticipation stirs the mischievous part of him. So Eddie denies himself and you, turning his cheek at the last moment, pressing slow kisses into the crease of your inner thigh until your breathy pleasured sounds turn to little grunts of impatience.

"C'mon, Eddie," you finally whine, wiggling your ass.

Eddie smiles against your skin, enjoying the way you get petulant when you're needy. "Okay, okay," he huffs, feigning exasperation at your attempt to hurry him along.

Finally, he flips your skirt up out of the way. Looking up the clothed plane of your body, Eddie watches you as he finally leans all the way in and kitten licks your clit, gradually applying more pressure with each stroke until your breasts start to heave in that fuzzy sweater. He wants to keep watching you, keep seeing the different ways he can make you react, but the high makes everything more vivid and potent. With it, he can't help but become consumed by what's right in front of him.

Now, Eddie's whole world is your cunt.

He’s surrounded, immersed in you: the sharp-sweet tang of your slippery arousal in his mouth, the heady musk of your skin in his nose, which whistles against you with each heavy breath when he presses his face into your supple lips, desperate to get his tongue into every hidden crevice. And there are so many contrasting textures for him to explore. The fuzzy velvet of your outer lips. The smooth slick of those smaller folds as he burrows in deeper. The firm, fat bead of your clit nestled into its hood, peeking out further to greet him the more he treats her nicely. The flexing strength of your hole, the futile way it tries to grip his tongue and keep him inside as he teases it. There's so much of your sweet, plump fruit to devour, and devour Eddie does, eating your pussy entirely for his own pleasure.

He dips up and down, licking and sucking, nuzzling and nibbling, entranced by the sensation of you against his face. His mind meanders as he nudges back up again, rubs his lips on the soft grit stubble of your mound. You must've shaved a couple days ago, Eddie figures, imagining you with your foot up on the porcelain rim of your tub at home, bending this way and that as you shave your kitty with a little pink razor. And fuck, that's doing something for him right now. Probably 'cause he's high and also ‘cause he maybe liked watching you— sweet, doe-eyed little you— take hits off the fat blunt he twisted a little too much. You were such a good listener, so good at following his directions; obedient to a fault, he’d thought earlier, and in between dipping his tongue into your flexing hole and sucking the sweetness from your lips like your pussy really is a peach, he’s thinking about what else you might do with him here in the woods if he asks you to.

Soon, Eddie wanders too far, getting lost in the feeling of your firm clit rolling against his tongue. Mesmerized, he swirls it over and over in the same pattern, until the repetitive motion feels so satisfying in and of itself that it’s almost incidental when he notices how frantic your moans have become and how your thighs are now twitching against his ears. 

Fuck, you’re gonna cum on his tongue, aren’t you? He’s gonna make you cum all over his goddamn face. Eddie groans against your sweetness as the hazy realization solidifies in his mind. He presses in harder, sucking your little bean into his mouth and latching hard out of giddiness, hard enough that you squeal and thrash and push against his forehead with your palm. He steals another moment before somewhat reluctantly relenting, unpursing his lips and rubbing the flat of his tongue against your clit instead. Up and down, up and down, steady and firm— just twice more before you buck, boxing Eddie’s ears with your thighs so he can barely hear the sound of your broken, sweetly anguished groan. 

As you hit the height of your pleasure, your hips squirm wildly, unpredictable like an untamed horse; he chases you, keeping up the pressure as best he can to work you through it. Once your twitching stops, and the tension in your body seems to edge over into overstimulation, he steals one last quick, wet lap with his wide tongue and pulls away, smacking his lips at the way the orgasm ripened your taste.

Immediately, you pop up to sitting, a healthy sheen dewing your face and your pink-tinged eyes clear and sparkling. Eddie looks up at you, and with the way the sun halos you from behind—gold along the edges of your hair, radiant like the look on your face as you gaze down at him— something sharp-tender twists in his chest. You stretch forward, scrunched up around your middle so you can reach him where he kneels beyond the end of the bench. You anchor your hand on his cheek and draw your thumb underneath his lower lip, wiping yourself from his face. Your touch is soft but not hesitant, and the feeling of you stroking his face renders him motionless, lax like you have him in some kind of weed-fueled angelic trance. 

It breaks when you take your touch away, swinging around on the bench and hopping to your feet. You try to haul him up by both his hands, pulling hard and hardly moving him until he helps you get him to his feet, snorting a chuckle at your consternation. You flash him a look which is far less intimidating than he knows you want it to be. Amused and only mildly chastened, Eddie follows without resistance as you tug him along by the hands; when you push down lightly on his shoulders, he drops his weight, sitting on the bench in your place. 

"Now your turn," you say, your voice sweet and warm, your eyes gleaming eagerly as they fall to his lap. Reflexively, Eddie’s legs shift farther open, spreading almost proudly to show off the tightness at his crotch. It brings his attention back to how goddamn horny you've made him, and it takes some effort to keep from tugging on himself right in front of you like a creep. He rubs his palms along the rough denim of his thighs to relieve the itch to touch instead.

You start to sink down, and he’s almost too high and turned on to notice how you’re about to dent your knees on the little sticks and rocks scattered on the damp soil, but he catches you just in time. He doesn’t give a shit about his own jeans, but he feels a pang— guilt? Conscience? Some sense of gentlemanliness? —at the thought of you enduring the same.

“Wait, wait.” Eddie’s hands shoot out, catching under your elbows to stop you, and your brow crumples briefly but smoothes when he quickly shucks his vest off, spreading it out face-down for you to kneel on. 

“Oh!” All at once, your fruity scent hits him like a cloud at the same time your lips press a firm, sticky kiss to his cheek. “Thanks, Eddie!”

Before he can react, you’re already plopping down, shuffling forward between his knees and, once satisfied with your position, promptly planting your ass on your heels. And Eddie tries to focus on keeping his composure, but without the distraction of eating your pussy and knowing how close he is to having your mouth on him, the need within him flares, raging all insistent and painful. By the time you’ve worked his belt open, his chest is already heaving, all of him yearning for the moment you’ll touch him. And maybe it’s embarrassing, but Eddie can't bite back a hiss when you finally tug down his boxers enough to free him and his heated flesh hits the cool air. 

You pout, your brow crinkled sympathetically. "Don't worry, Eddie," you say, so sincere it just makes him ache all the more. "I'll take care of you."

You look up at him as you run your fist lightly up his length, and even just that slight touch is like a gut punch. He almost whimpers as you grasp just beneath the tip, your gaze dipping down to his cock as you pinch your bottom lip with your teeth. And it’s when he thinks he might have to beg you to finally put your mouth on him, dignity be damned, that you dip your head and take him in.

Eddie’s palms scrape against the rough wood bench as he grips the edge tight, holding on as the ache in his dick transforms with a surge into a hot flare of pleasure, all concentrated where you've started suckling on his tip like a lollipop. You explore his cock like he did your pussy— licking and sucking and nibbling his heated skin, sometimes dipping shallowly down past that sensitive ridge on occasion, but mostly concentrating your attention on his throbbing head.

It’s feeling really good, and his eyes have just slipped closed when he hears you hum, and then suddenly that wet warmth is gone. They snap open to see your face hovering just above his cock; with a curious tip of your head, you glance up at him through your lashes and ask, "D'you like it sloppy, Eddie?"

Oh. Eddie swallows thickly, cheeks prickling as his dick twitches hard in your grasp. "Yeah," he says, his voice faint. "I like it sloppy."

You smile, appearing pleased. "Okay," you reply simply, pursing your lips and letting a generous amount of spit fall from your glistening lips onto his cockhead. You chase it with your tongue, laving up and down his length with long, sweeping, sloppy motions before languidly taking him into your mouth, bobbing halfway down his length for the first time.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. He can feel all the blood in his body cleave into two paths, some racing up his chest and into his face to flush him beet red, and the rest surging downward to harden him to steel. He’s had sex high before, but maybe he’s higher than he thought ‘cause this is just something else entirely, a maelstrom of burning need coaxed by the heaven of your soft, wet mouth. It’s intense, and he just can't help it. His hips buck off the bench, enough so that, even as he tries to stop the motion, he nudges the back of your throat.

Of course, you gag, coughing around him a couple times in the aftermath. "Sorry, sorry," he gasps, jerking his hips back as you lift your head. It pulls him from your mouth, and his cock bounces under its own weight between you.

"S'okay,” you say, and your words are thick but, to his relief, your expression is genuinely unbothered. “It’ll just make me more spitty, anyways.”

You lean back in, working your jaw to gather the new rush of saliva. Eddie watches, entranced, as your hot pink tongue slinks along his cock until every inch of his flushed skin is shiny and slick from your drooling mouth. He expects you to wrap your lips back around him then, but you surprise him by shimmying yourself down lower so that you're looking up from beneath him instead— the perfect position for him to rub his dick on your face. 

And that’s just— he can’t believe that’s what you want him to do, but clearly it is, because you’re fucking smiling up at him and nudging your little nose against the side of his length, happy as can be to have his cock lying across your cheek. Experimentally, he moves his hips, pulling back so his tip rests against your chin before pushing forward again. Aided by your saliva, the motions are smooth, the feeling of your skin slick and warm and soft, made even better when you open your mouth and kiss at him with your lips and tongue as his length glides over them. You take his hand and lift it, encouraging him to direct his own path, which he does— using the valley between his spread thumb and index finger, Eddie keeps himself pressed down snugly as he ruts against you, working himself up to a steady grind.

The sight of it alone is almost enough to get him there: your eyes fuck-me heavy, your face sticky and soaked with spit and precum, the way the rutting of his cock shifts your supple cheek and swollen lips, dragging and molding them with its rhythmic thrusts. It might be one of the most erotic things he’s ever seen.

"Oh my god," Eddie moans, chuckling in disbelief. "Holy fuck, you're—" 

His brain promptly short circuits when you tilt your chin down and suck one of his balls into your mouth. His hips jerk and fall still as he groans, overwhelmed by the sensation; kindly, you start to knead his tip with your hand, keeping it happy while you lavish him further down. Eddie watches wide-eyed as your cheeks hollow and relax rhythmically, massaging one ball in the hot cavern of your mouth before swapping to the other, all the while dragging your tongue along the underside of his sack in a move that has his belly twisting up all sticky tight and his head feeling suddenly faint. 

His occasional grunts and groans have evolved now into a ragged sound Eddie makes on every exhale, and his moans increase in pitch as your fist starts to slide down from his tip over the rest of him. He can't stifle any of the noises you're pulling from him, nor can he control it when he actually fucking whines as your sucking lips latch to the underside of his cock, gradually crawling upward with open-mouthed kisses until you reach his openly weeping slit.

And then you’re jerking him off with quick little flicks of your wrist, your tongue wiggling against the underside of his head—

"I'm gonna cum," Eddie gasps, hit with the knowledge all at once as the feeling surges up like an unstoppable force. "Oh shit, fuck, fuck, I'm comi—ngh!" The word becomes a strangled groan as the pleasure contracts sharply and then expands outward in a rush of liquid ecstasy. Eddie empties across your tongue, his cum spurting in lines over your lips and up the apple of your cheek, so high it almost kisses your eye.

You're a mess. 

You're so. Fucking. Hot.

When he finally comes back down, Eddie notices you're trying to clean said mess from your face, using your fingers like little windshield wipers to clear your eyes and flicking spit and cum off into the dirt. Hurriedly, he peels his flannel down his arms, leaving him in a T-shirt with his jeans still hanging open, neglected for the moment in his haste to help you. "Here," he says, "I got it." 

You drop your hands, letting them rest in your lap as Eddie wipes off your face, trying to be both as thorough and as careful as he can. It's not perfect— your baby hairs are still stuck down in places around your hairline, and you've got a stubborn smudge of mascara beneath one eye that won't come clean— but the cum is gone, and you're no longer covered in spit, at least. Eddie balls up the flannel when he's done, tossing it onto the tabletop in a crumpled heap to be figured out later.

When he turns back around, you're on your feet, straightening your disheveled clothing.

“That was fun!" You chirp brightly, bending down and pulling up your sagging socks.

"It was. Really fun," he agrees, looking at you for a moment. "I didn't think you'd... I mean..." You glance up at him with that expression of vague confusion, straightening and plopping onto the bench beside him, bending to pick up his vest from the ground. "I just didn't expect all that, is all. You just seem so..." 

He feels a pang of conscience that he may insult you by saying so, but he's spoken too much to back out now. "So innocent," he finishes, one eye squinted in a wince, his lips parted and poised to placate you if his assessment upsets you.

You blink at him owlishly, feeling around inside his vest pockets. Before he can ask what you're looking for, you pull out his box of Marlboros. His jaw snaps shut.

"Innocent?" You ask, tapping the end of the box against the heel of your hand and plucking out the cigarette that popped up with the motion. And he's left reeling when you— sweet, doe-eyed little you— place it smoothly between your lips, reaching over to casually grab his zippo from the tabletop. He barely registers the click and flare as you light up, holding his own fucking box of cigarettes out toward him in offering. 

Eddie meets your eyes, dumbfounded by the mirth there. "Huh," you say lightly. "Whatever would make you think that?"

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[jjsfavgirl]

It’s gonna be okay , baby

.・゜゜・・゜゜・． ౨ৎ ・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

.・゜゜・・゜゜・． ౨ৎ ・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

Summary: JJ Maybank taking care of his burnt out overstimulated girlfriend.

Warnings: mentions of overstimulated, angsty , pet names

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You had been working your ass of for the past two weeks, your rent was due, your school was requesting a ridiculous amount of money for the new textbooks and your tips from customers haven’t been doing as well these past weeks.

“I asked for fries with this!” The man yelled, aggressively pushing his burger back over to you the second you placed it down in front of him.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’ll go get that for you.” You attempted to stay calm at the man’s rough demeanour, taking back the man’s burger and placing it on your arms along with all the other plates of food you had.

“No! Don’t go get that! I want to speak to your manager! You’re getting fucking fired little miss!” He yelled again, standing up and towering over you as your cowered back. Running off angrily, he entered the kitchen, assuming he’s finding your boss.

With a huff, you went on your way to serve the other customers, tears brimming in your eyes as your vision was blurred and faltered.

You couldn’t see much, so you didn’t see the Kook teens foot sticking out in front of your dirtied converse. Causing you to trip and fall and the plate to fly out your hands and shatter everywhere.

You had gone home that day in a state, your hair was disheveled and your mascara had ran down your face in black streaks from your sobbing in the staff toilets after the incident.

Carefully opening the door of your flat, you tiredly tossed your keys into the pink bowl on the counter. You spotted your boyfriend JJ manspreading on the couch, controller in hand as his tongue stuck out the corner of his mouth while he concentrated on the first person shooter game he was playing.

“Hey, bun.” He turned and smiled, pausing his game and placing his red controller on the coffee table. His smile faltered slightly as you sent him a weak smile, him spotting your dark, grey eye bags and shakey movements. “Everythin’ okay?” He asked, walking over to you and pulling you into his chest as his hands tracked up to your hair and back.

“Yeah.” You sighed, flashing him a fake smile as your glanced up at the dirty blonde.

“You promise?” He spoke, looking directly into your eyes with his blue orbs.

“No.” You murmured, going back to burry your face into his chest as you attempted to hide your brimming tears.

“Wassup, babydoll?” He rubbed your back affectionately as he quizzed you.

“I’m so tired, jay. Everything is going wrong, I can’t pay the bills, I’m going to get kicked out of my college class and I might be getting fired and everything is going wrong!” The tears began to flow in waterfalls as you soaked your boyfriend’s grey shirt.

“Shh, it’s gunna be okay , baby.” He stroked your hair as he softly cooed to you. “How about,” he began, “You take off your work clothes, I’ll run you a nice bath and then we can sit down and watch a movie.” He continued, pulling away from you as he kept a soft grip on your tense shoulders. “You don’t need to worry about those bills, my boss just gave me a pay rise, I’ll pay whatever’s left and get you your textbooks.” He told you.

“Jay I can’t ask you to do that.” You murmured, bringing your hand up to wipe your tears. JJ’s thumb took over, clearing the mascara off your eye bags.

“You don’t have to, I want to help. I’ve been living her for the past month, rent free, it’s only fair I go halves on the bills.” He smiled, bringing you in for a second hug.

“I love u, J.” You giggled into his chest, happy with his actions.

“I love u too , y/n.” He responded.

-

Hope you enjoy!🎀

[polyklok]

Thank you @hopedope for sending me this lovely request in a very nice manner! I’m sorry it took me like damn near a year to get it done 😅

Doing Pickles’ Makeup

“C’mon, pleeeeaaassseeee?”

Pickles raised his eyes to you, slightly amused by your begging and more-than-slightly annoyed by your persistence. It was impressive, though. You had caught him at a particularly vulnerable moment of looking through naked lady fan mail and he was in a good mood. With your hard work and determination, you whittled down his several ‘No’s to a ‘Maybe’ and now, finally, a-

“I’ll think aboot it.”

“What’s there to think about? Just lemme take a crack at it!”

You had found an old magazine, of which Snakes ‘N Barrels headlined on. From that, a pretty close-up of Pickles’ glamor days, in which he was smothered in smokey purple eyeshadow and cherry red lipgloss. He doesn’t even know why that magazine was in Mordhaus in the first place. You somehow got it in your head that you needed to see an updated version of his dolled-up look.

He shuffled through a few more letters, no longer taking the time to admire the detailed shots of many-a titties. You leaned forward even more, keeping an eager stare. Damn your puppy-dog eyes.

“Fine. But I’m nat keepin’ it on all damn day.”

A mischievous grin spread across your face. He hated how adorable your evil ass could be.

At the very least, it was relaxing. He insisted the two of you had taken the activity to his room, he did not need anymore comments from his bandmates about how gay his makeup was. You straddled him on his bed, dipping the brush onto the makeup pallet by his head and spreading it across his closed eyelids. He shivered every time your warm breath puffed against his now-highlighted cheeks, fingers gripping harder onto your thighs he was allowed to hold as an added bonus for his troubles.

“M’gonna add shimmer,” You muttered, more so to yourself than him.

“No. Anything but the sparkles.” He said in a flat tone, mocking his earlier reluctance. Although he couldn’t see it, he swore he heard your lips spread into another smile. Maybe he’d let you do his makeup again if it made you this happy. Maybe.

His eyes felt heavier and heavier every time that brush glided against them again. He couldn’t tell if you were adding an ungodly amount of product or if he was just getting sleepy from it. His head sunk deeper into the mattress. He can’t remember why he was so reluctant in the first place. Having you on top of him while he got to practically nap rocked.

“Open your eyes,” You said, softly, ruining the comfortable moment.

“Don’t wanna,” He replied, just as soft.

“Pickles.” Oh shit. He knew not to defy that kind of tone. His eyes immediately shot open, wincing slightly at the sudden light flooding his vision. While you shuffled through your makeup bag, he admired the point of view he had, letting his hands linger up to your waist.

“Here.” You brought out a recognizable tube. Pickles grimaced. Even way back then, this was by far his least part of the process. You popped the mascara out and leaned in even closer than before, placing those little bristles right in his eye line.

“Blink.”

He did so and immediately regretted it. It was so weird to have his eyelashes, a teensy body part he hardly ever noticed on himself, to suddenly be covered in thick goop. But he didn’t fight it, blinking thrice for each eye and pushing down the strong urge to rub it all out. You blew gently on his new lashes, drying them into a thick, heavy fan.

“Yuck,” He mumbled, trying not to let you hear. If you did, you ignored it, simply assuring him that you were almost done.

“You want red, pink, or black lips?” You asked, shimmying down his legs so he could sit up properly.

“Dealer’s choice. I trust ya.”

You chose the black, which was really more of a super dark blue with a pearly sheen. He rested his jaw in your hand, holding his mouth limp to give you the perfect canvas to spread the lipstick on. Just as you were finishing his bottom lip, savoring the intimate moment-

“PICKLES! Toki and Skw-Woah. What the hell?” Nathan kicked open the door, apparently needing to tell Pickles some absolutely essential information, only to find you sitting in his lap and applying fucking makeup to him.

“Jesus fuckin- Nate’n, I told you to start fackin knockin, man!” Pickles turned his head so violently, the black smeared across his cheek in an ugly streak. You frowned, there goes your hard work.

“Pickles is getting his fucking makeup done!” Nathan yelled down the hall.

“Scheriously?!”

“Ha! Dat ams so gay!”

The rest of his bandmates could be heard not too far away. Pickles groaned, “Get the HELL outta here, dood!” He grabbed an empty beer bottle from his nightstand and flung it at the doorframe, shattering it.

“What’re you trying to relive the nineties or something? Gonna go back to your old band?” Nathan was clearly digging into his irritations, playfully enjoying how pissed off Pickles was getting.

“I think he looks hot,” You said matter-of-factly, hugging his head and pressing it against your chest. Pickles went slightly red with the affection, frantically waving his hands to get Nathan to fuck off. Nathan, luckily, understood the signal and promptly shut the door right before the rest of the band could get their mockery in.

“D’ose fuckin’ guys,” Pickles mumbled against you, one again relaxing into your touch, “You really like how I look like this?”

You pulled back, examining his face. His eyeshadow primarily black, blending into a very shimmery gold color. His highlighter was a similar gold and, despite the smudge, his lips looks good enough to kiss. So you did. “You always look good. Just especially now.”

“Don’t give yerself too much credit,” He teased with a smile, dragging you down with him in a tight squeeze. Though he wouldn’t admit it, he loved being fawned over whilst the two of you cuddled into oblivion.

[anjelicawrites]

Title: Birthday boy

Paring: modern!subbish!Aemond Targaryen x dommish!reader

Synopsis: for his birthday, Aemond gets the pegging of his life

Warnings: no plot whatsoever here. Kissing, ass play, handjob, blowjob, a bit of gaping, pegging, overstimulation, prostate milking, cock ring usage, spitting, scratching, biting, titty sucking as a form of aftercare, brief mention to Aemond’s chronic pain.

A/N: reader is AFAB, no 3rd person pronouns used.

NSFW and 18+ only

You know Aemond is your soulmate, the man you’re going to marry, the future father of your children. You love him beyond words, still, you want to jump off a cliff when you have to shop for his birthday gift: the boy already owns everything his heart desires and every year you have to run around like a headless chicken to find something. Precisely for this reason, this year you’ve decided to give him not something physical, but a day for himself, where he can be the focus and decide what to do. You are not surprised when he asks to stay in bed together for the whole day, just making love.

Truth to be told, you bought him, and yourself, something: a nice, thick dildo, slighter longer and larger than the ones you two usually play with, which will make the two of you very happy, in the foreseeable future.

***

He’s waiting for you, kneeling on the bed, his naked skin glistening under the sunlight, his hair down his long back, both the eyepatch and the sapphire prosthetic are off. 

His bowed head lifts when you enter the room with the package in your hands, his eye focuses on your naked skin, pink tongue darting out to lick his lips when you sit next to him.

With elegant movements he folds the wrapping, then he opens the anonymous package and a brilliant smile breaks on his face when he sees the dildo.

“Happy birthday baby”

“You’re the only gift I need”

“Baby - you kiss his cheek - open it. I am sure you’re going to like it”.

Aemond doesn’t answer, he seeks your lips for a deep kiss, one hand finding its way in your hair to keep your face close to his, his deep moans snuffed by your lips until he separates your mouths, his pupil completely enlarged to hide the iris.

“Is it for me?”

“Do you want to try it?”.

“Lie on the bed, baby, ass on the pillows”.

His eye never leaves your naked body, as he positions himself on his back, long legs spread, cock already half hard against his flat tummy, pillows hastily positioned under his arse as you take your time in wearing the harness, tightening the straps around your thighs and hooking the dildo to its place, your cunt drenched already at the wanton sight that’s your lover on the bed, his patience holding together by the lightest of threads.  

It’s not the first time, and it’s not going to be the last, that he stares at your naked body unabashedly, today it’s the first time that you feel like your skin is burning with the force of his desire: wherever his eye lands, you burn, your cunt clenching around nothing, hungry for him. 

Ignoring the signals your body is sending, you walk towards the bed, your hand absentmindedly stroking the dildo, Aemond's chest rising and falling faster and faster, as you approach. 

"Today is your day, my love - you say, stroking his tummy, the muscles there rippling under your gentle touch - I think you deserve all the pleasure your body can muster". 

Slowly you open the bedside table to get to the lube and the cock ring, Aemond bites his lower lip to stifle a moan of need; he knows you're going to torture him until his brain is complete mush, he can't wait, he needs you badly, he’s been dreaming about this for days. 

His breath is harsh, your hand on his forehead, caressing the sweaty skin there, gives him a sense of security. 

You don't have to say a single thing, Aemond grabs your hand to lick the palm with long, sensual strokes of his tongue that go directly to your clit, little sparks of pleasure that have you squirm on the bed, until you kiss his forehead and gently grab his half hard cock, your hand stroking the taut skin with long movements and quick clockwise motions around the head, to which he responds with prolonged moans and his hips jutting up to follow your hand, erection straining in mere seconds. 

He keens when you tighten the cock ring around his base, to then start tormenting his cock with faster strokes, stopping only when his feet scramble on the bed sheets and thin fluid adorns his bulbous head. 

You are kneeling by his side, your body hovering over his as you capture his lips for a sensual kiss, your tongue stroking his, his fingers scratching down your back, until they get to your hips and he tries to move you, so you would straddle him. 

"What's your color, birthday boy?"

"Green - he moans - kiss me?". 

"No no" you gently scold him

"It's my birthday" he pours, adorably

"Trust me baby, you're going to like this more". 

"Please" he says, his hips pumping against nothing. 

You take a second to observe his beautiful body. Long muscles and reddened skin to mark, deliciously dark pink nipples ready to be sucked, his cock hard and puckered hole that is begging to be violated by your fingers and strap on.

How you’ve been so lucky to land such a beautiful man?

He is enchanting, ethereal and you think, for the hundredth time, that there's so much of him, so much pleasure to bestow, and so little of you to see that the job is done. 

Begging already, you think, we're going to have so much fun my love.

You kiss him again, stating your claim, subjugating his tongue to yours, while your hand scratches down his warm skin to pinch his nipples and make him moan against your lips. With your teeth you follow the path of your fingers, biting his skin gently, marking him again as yours, sucking on his delicious nipples, biting them gently, the music of his desperate moans spurring you on, guiding you to his straining, red cock. Just not yet.

Aemond grabs your wrist when you lift yourself from his body to lube your fingers, his eye desperate with hunger, your spoiled baby.

His breath hastens under your sight as he sees how accurately you are lubing your fingers, knowing you are doing it to torture him.

“I’m ready” he says, back arching enticingly

“Good things come to those who wait, sweetheart”.

Hungry you attack his cock, your tongue licking the salt from the burning skin, following the thick vein on the underside with your lips, your index gently breaching him, knuckle after knuckle, your lips sucking his heavy balls and he whines like a wounded animal when you slowly add your middle and ring finger, one after the other, pushing against his prostate, his hips lifting from the bed to follow the warmth of your mouth. You let him guide the movements of your lips with his hand in your hair, to push you down his length and you swallow him, tightening your throat and he screams desperate when you scissor him, making his hole gape.

You switch between sucking him without pity and kissing his tummy and balls, while your fingers push against his prostate, until thin fluid leaks from his tip, his hips moving mindlessly, pushing your fingers even deeper inside his hungry ass and he screams, pleasure and pain zinging up and down his spine.

You give him seconds to catch his breath, before lubing the dildo as your fingers spread his hole to torment him, make him wail, high pitched in his throat, eyes scrunched, feet skidding on the bed when you grab his cock again to jack him while you breach him, ass slowly accepting your invasion until you bottom out and he whines, pathetically. 

His hips try to follow yours when you start pushing in and out, slowly, making him feel every inch of the new dildo, your hand around his cock going faster, drool seeping out of his mouth when he moans at the double sensation, until pleasure hits him again.

The dildo is still deep inside of him, your hips barely grinding against his, before your hands grab his thighs to anchor yourself when you start to move, slow strokes aiming at opening him up even more, his legs curling around your hips, him wanting to feel you as deep as possible, to fuse you two in one, to feel you for days. He comes with a long moan, hands grabbing at your arms to pull you towards him, lips seeking yours, hungry for your taste, needing your ownership over him, the only reason he’s still a functioning human being.

When your lips disconnect, he stares at you, eye slightly unfocused by pleasure. You are so beautiful, skin glistening with sweat, your chest rising and falling fast with exertion: he can’t help but to get drunk on your scent, on the musk of sex in the room, on your enticing body. He could spend hours just staring at you, imagining the way he could give you pleasure, how you could use him for your own desires and needs: he lives for this, for you to bend his body to your will and fantasies, nothing else matters.

Aemond whines, train of thoughts broken, when you move backwards, his hole clenching around nothing

“Ride me Aemond. Show me how good you are” you say, hips pumping slowly against nothing.

Staring at you, Aemond feels his mouth dry, his body alien; for a second he doesn’t know how to move his limbs, enticed by your body, by your hands massaging your breasts, by your wanton moans: you tempt him and save him, you’ve enslaved him and he doesn’t want to be freed. 

He has to tear his eye off you, or he’ll never manage to crawl towards you and he knows he’ll die if you don’t fill him soon. His cock hurts with every breath he takes, his balls so full and heavy, just for you: he needs to be owned again, needs to be taken and tormented by you until it’s too much. His body shudders at the thought, tears of pleasure pool in his eyes at the mere idea of what you’ll do to him.

Aemond has to shake his head to clear his thoughts, before he straddles your body, one hand on the freshly lubed dildo, the other spreading his hole on the head of the toy. Your hands on his thighs guide him downwards, slowly, forcing him to feel how different the angle is, his mouth open in a silent scream when he bottoms out, the toy so deep he feels it in his throat.

He needs a second before he can move, slow figures of eight until he can start lifting himself up, whines leaving his mouth with every pass, his legs moving faster and faster, your hips following, searching for his prostate to bully it again and he screams when you find it, any control on himself shattered, his body taking the wheel over his brain, seeking pleasure from you, animal sounds leaving his lips when you spank his ass, his legs propelling his body up and down with all the strength he has, until the coil of pleasure in his belly snaps, whines cascading from his lips when you fuck him through the onslaught, his body falling sideways when it’s too much.

You are hungry as he is. Gracelessly you push yourself on your knees and turn him on his back, one of his legs on your shoulders, the other pushed out as far as it would go, the dildo fucking him fast, his body trembling under yours, his hands seeking the harness to move you with more force, his back arching with every push in, animalistic groans fill your ears when he comes. You don’t stop and he tries to lift himself up to kiss you, your rough pushes make him fall on his back, your teeth on the skin of his leg mark him, little bouts of pain that enhance the pleasure he feels, long muscles shaking with the effort to keep the position you’ve put him in: he’d do anything for you, bear any pain and this wins him a brutal kiss of ownership, your teeth hooking in his lower lip to pull at it, your growls spurring him in following your harsh movements, until he comes.

It’s too much, the onslaught of pleasure you’re giving him, his sanity gone, but the animal inside of him wants more, needs more and you sense it, that he’s not done, yet. With a groan you leave his hole, he whines and you slap his thigh, your nails scratching the delicate skin you’ve already bitten raw.

He looses count of the times pleasure washes over him, his body a ragdoll in your embrace, your hand in his hair to lift his torso, so you can kiss him, your nails scratching his chest and crushing his balls, his legs flailing uselessly around you.

His nerves carry messages his brain can’t register, pleasure and pain, your scents mixing with sweat and sex, your groan every time you push in, grinding against his prostate to torture it, thin fluid leaking continuously from his abused cock. He can’t even beg, your assaults robbing him of his wits, drool leaking freely from his open mouth, mixing with the thin string of yours you are letting rain on his tongue.

“Turn around” you pant and you have to help him on his front, the lovely globes of his arse yours to slap, because he makes the loveliest sound of pain. On a whim you bite his right asscheek, your teeth pulling at the skin, until you are sure you’ll leave a nice mark on the creamy skin there, a cry of pain your reward.

Because you can, you spread his cheeks, admiring the gaping hole there; he doesn’t need any more preparation, still your fingers slide in, looking for his prostate, his muscles twitch, high pitched whines reward you: he sounds deliciously desperate, his cock and balls must be tormenting him. Your mouth waters at the idea of licking his spent from his tummy, after you grant him mercy, just not yet: it’s his birthday, he deserves to be fucked until he nears passing out, until he can’t even produce sounds anymore because his brain is completely wiped clean.

So much, it’s so much, his body destroyed by your passion, his muscles straining to carry his weight, the dildo reaching unknown depths inside of him, canceling the pain of his cock slapping rhythmically against his belly with every thrust he’s subjected to. In his frenzy, Aemond knows you own him, you know that his body can take it and he lets go, completely, after the brutality of your attack, his brain incapable of registering anything else, lost as it is in the pleasure, white fluid seeping from his ignored cock.

Without mercy the dildo breaches him, the peace you set is fast and unforgiving, hitting his prostate with every push, your hands forcing his cheeks tighter around the dildo to provide more friction for his nerves, your nails digging in the meat of his ass, until they’ve left indents there. 

When one of his arms shoots backwards to grab you, your hands curl around his elbows to move him even faster and rougher, his head lolling down, spit dripping freely from his parted lips. 

His body falls forward when you let him go, he can’t even make a sound anymore, reduced to a bundle of nerves.

“You’ve been so good – you murmur against his ear – it’s time for your gift, my love”.

Gently you turn him on his side, one leg over your shoulder to make space for your hand to reach his cock to stroke it sensually, following the deep motions of your hips. The hair on his face partially obscures his features, still you can see the slackened mouth and closed eyes, his tongue lolling out, the patch of drool on the bedsheet: yes, it’s truly time. With quick fingers you open the cock ring and keep the pace slow and deep, dildo never leaving his hole empty, the muscles of his tummy contracting in time with your movements. You know he can hear you and you encourage him to come, your hand jacking him just right, the dildo applying the perfect pressure against his prostate. He comes, his throat contracting around a scream he can’t make, body shuddering as you fuck through his orgasm: only the best for your love.

As quick as possible you remove the harness and hold Aemond tight. He is almost out of it, still he manages to wound his lips around one of your nipples, sucking randomly for comfort and protection. You let him, your arms curling around his bigger frame, your legs entwined with his to make sure he knows you’re not going anywhere, that you’re here to see him through everything. You are his protector when he can’t protect himself.

You hum in pleasure at the gentle way he is sucking your breast, your body thrumming with your unspent desire; there’s going to be time for that, for your Aemond to take care of you, now he needs your hand caressing his hair and back, your scent filling his nostrils, the salt of your nipple in his mouth, to guide him back to himself, and to you.

“Happy birthday, baby” you gently tell him when he releases your nipple and opens his eyes.

On cue he moves his head higher so you can kiss his beautiful, scarred face, follow his strong features with your lips, your mouth feather like on his scar. It’s in those moments that his face doesn’t hurt and it’s not numb, that the headache he carries with himself daily, abates, all thanks to you, his savior.

He seeks your nipple again and falls asleep mid suck. He’s so tender, so precious like this and you are so proud that no one else can see him defenseless as he is. You might not come from such a powerful and rich family, but you know ways to keep your man safe, the same way he does you.

“I need to take care of you” he slurs

“Not yet baby. We have the whole day for that” you heart hurts with the love you have for this selfless man

“I can’t wait to kiss you down there”

“Me as well, baby, me as well. Rest now, you need your strength”.

Everything taglist: @ilikeitbetterangsty 

Aemond taglist: @phantoms-main-blog

Also tagging: @adderess who asked to be tagged in this one

[ironstrange1991]

Daddy's Sweet Girl

Pairing: Sinister!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Y/n is always ready to please her daddy whenever he needs it and Stephen knows and loves that about her.

Word Count: 3,2k

Warnings: SMUT: male domination, masturbation, oral sex with male receiving, deep throat, umprotected p n v sex, cum eating, creampie, hair pulling. Strong daddy kink, stockholm syndrome (?)

A/N: I so missed writing for Sinister. Hope you guys like this one. Have a nice reading!

Stephen woke up in the middle of the night feeling hot, his body was sweaty under the heavy blankets. He ran his hands over his face, sighing heavily and turned to look at you. You slept soundly beside him, your naked body radiating warmth.

He was silent watching you, hearing the soft sound of your breathing, the way your chest moved up and down in a gentle rhythm, your hair spread out on the pillow smelling of your shampoo. Stephen sometimes needed to look at you like he was doing now to believe you were real. He'd waited for you for so long and now he found it hard to believe you were there in that dark and destroyed universe with him.

In a lifeless world, you were all the life Stephen needed and he loved you so much his chest hurt. And his body loved you as much or even more.

Stephen spent years alone in that universe before you, and sex was a distant memory, but since you arrived it was all he could think about. When you finally slept together for the first time Stephen understood that everything he had gone through before had been worth it if the reward was having you to worship and love. You were his everything and he couldn't even feel remorse for having destroyed the entire universe in his search for you. You made it all worthwhile.

Stephen turned to get closer to you, he brought his nose to your hair and inhaled deeply, delighting in your scent and feeling his body reacting to it the way it always did. His cock had been hard since he'd woken up, but with your smell it throbbed insistently. That seemed to be the problem with Stephen, he always wanted to make love to you. Always literally meaning all the time and sometimes he worried that it would bother you, that you would see him as a pervert or something like that.

He always tried to control his impulses as much as he could, he always tried to distract himself by thinking about something else, stepping away from you and doing something to take the dirty thoughts out of his mind and when that wasn't enough he ended up masturbating. Anything to stop him from looking after you in the middle of the day, but it didn't always work and when it didn't he had no choice but to surrender to his body's needs and make love to you. God, Stephen loved make love to you. The feeling of being inside you was something that never ceased to amaze him.

Stephen felt his cock throbbing again, his thoughts doing nothing to help in his case. Knowing fully well that there was no way he could go back to sleep like that, he let out an irritated groan and got up walking to the bathroom.

He closed the door and leaned with one hand flat on the wall and with the other began to stroke his cock lightly. That was the only way he had to easy his needs without waking you up.

He let his mind get lost on you. First in the way you smiled at him, then in the way your cheeks turned pink when he started to caress your breasts. The way your body shivered under his touch and how wet you always were when he touched between your legs.

Stephen let out a moan, his head lolling between his shoulders, precum started to leak from his tip.

He spat into his palm and went back to pump his cock with much more vigor. Visions of your bare body right behind his closed eyes. The way you caressed your breasts to tease him, the curve of your waist where he put his hands to move you as he wanted when you asked to ride him. Your round, luscious ass where he loved to leave red handprints.

"Fuck" Stephen breathed feeling his body respond to all the images his photographic memory played before his eyes like a movie. He could feel that he was close, a little bit more and he would be falling over the edge towards his climax and hopefully with that he could go back to sleep.

He thought of your moans, the way they always started soft and shy and escalated to screams of pleasure and satisfaction. He thought about your mouth always open for him to put his tongue, his dick, his fingers and how good you were in sucked them, how you always sucked him without any shame reveling in the pleasure of giving him pleasure.

Stephen finally allowed himself to think of the warmth of your wet pussy enveloping his cock, your walls fluttering around him, clenching and squeezing him as your pleasure built. He was definitely the happiest man in the world when he was between your legs.

He focused on remember of your pleadings, the dirty words that escaped your mouth when you were on the verge of your orgasm. How you praised his cock, how you begged for more, how you begged him to let you cum and when you finally got there, the way your pussy clenched even more almost choking his cock and dragging him to climax with you.

"Oh fuck" Stephen came. Ropes of cum spurting from his cock head splashing on the wall, dripping on the floor. He kept pumping hoping his cock would soften and he could finally go back to sleep, but it didn't. He was still as hard as before and usually that was a source of pride for him, but that night it made him angry.

He gave up trying to get some relief. The thoughts he'd conjured up to help him now kept playing in his mind, only serving to make him even more desperated. He needed you. So bad.

Stephen sighed and went to the sink and quickly cleaned himself up. With a quick flick of his fingers he got rid of any trace of cum and then allowed himself to look at his reflection in the mirror. He was sweaty, his hair was disheveled, there were far more gray hair at his temples than he would have liked, now they were starting to migrate to other areas of his head as well, even his goatee was turning gray. He felt old, especially when he compared himself to you, but at the same time he liked it. The age gap between you was a strong turn on to him. He liked the way you seemed small and innocent compared to him.

Stephen was dirty and he didn't care as much as he should. How could he when you loved calling him daddy while he fucked you and he couldn't deny how much that turned him on. The mere thought made his cock throb as if he hadn't just cum two minutes ago.

No, being an old man with all that stamina was definitely not something Stephen could complain about.

He came out of the bathroom and snapped his fingers lighting the candles to illuminate the dark room. You were sleeping on your stomach now, your messy hair covering your face, the blankets pushed down to your feet leaving your naked body on display for him to look at. If he hadn't already decided that he was going to wake you up, that sure would have made up his mind.

He lay down beside you and brushed your hair from your face. He placed a light kiss on your cheek and then raised his lips to your ear.

"Kitten..." He called softly, but it was enough for you to move even though you were still asleep. He lightly bit your earlobe and rubbed his goatee purposely on your neck making your skin prickle. A mischievous smile played on his lips.

He ran his hand down your back, his fingers tracing the skin lightly. He kissed your shoulder and grabbed your ass cheek, squeezing it. You let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand over your face and turned to look at him. The confused and sleepy gaze you gave him was more than enough to make his cock pulse.

"Stephen... why are you awake?" You asked in a sleepy husky voice.

'I'm sorry for waking you, love..." He whispered in your ear.

You frowned and cupped his face. "What's wrong?"

He smiled reassuringly "I just need you." He took your hand and directed it to his cock and immediately saw the realization on your face. You bit your bottom lip but said nothing.

"I tried to take care of it by myself but it didn't work." He admitted and you smiled reassuringly.

"Tell me what you need." You said wrapping your hand around his cock making it throb in your hand.

"Everything. Your hands, your mouth, your pussy..."

You sat on the bed and cupped his cheek kissing him softly while your hand kept stroking him slowly. "Then get comfortable and let me take care of you."

He sighed leaning against the headboard. You gave him a sweet smile and got up on your hands and knees, making sure to stick your ass out so he could get a good look at it. You pumped his cock slowly, too slowly, provoking him and Stephen didn't like to be provoked. He slapped your ass cheek making you gasp.

"Don't tease me, kitten." He warned raising his eyebrow and you nodded obediently. You spat on his cock and started to pump him fast and hard and then put it in your mouth as he rested his head on the headboard and allowed himself to close his eyes, indulging in the moment.

You were so good at it. He still remembered the first time you gave him a blowjob, how insecure you were. Your mouth could barely take his head.

Now that you had learned how to do it, you could take it whole if you wanted to, but you were taking your time, bobbing your head only halfway up the length of it, flicking your tongue in his frenulum every time you got up, sucking on his tip hard then going down again each time taking more of him, your hand holding him tight at the base.

"Oh yes, sweet girl, it feels so good." Stephen grabbed your hair, combing it with his fingers to get it out of your face and pulling it back into a makeshift ponytail. He enjoyed watching you go down on him, the image of your spit running down his length as his cock moved in and out of your mouth with an obscene noise was delicious adding even more to his pleasure.

Unable to contain himself, he forced your head down so that you could take all of it. You complied like the good girl you were, swallowing it down until Stephen could feel the back of your throat. He held you there for a few seconds, the grip of your hand on his thigh tightened and you tried to wriggle free of his hand on your head, but he just tsked.

"It's okay, kitten. Breathe through your nose and just take it. Your throat feels so good." Stephen's voice was broken by moans of pleasure that he didn't even try to contain. He loved it when you fought him, even if slightly, and he didn't care what that said about him.

He didn't let go of your hair when he released the pressure on your head, but he did let you take his cock out of your mouth. You coughed, there were tears running down your face, saliva running down his length, a thread of it connecting your bottom lip to the tip of his cock. An image so delicious it made his dick throb.

"That's right little girl, you take it so well." He praised, pulling you by the hair to kiss you.

He caressed your face with his other hand. "Open your mouth for me." He demanded and when you obeyed he stuck two fingers in your mouth going all the way to the bottom making you gag. A puddle of saliva forming in your mouth and running down your chin.

"I want to fuck your mouth some more. Can you take it?"

You nodded vehemently making Stephen smile. That was the thing he loved most about you: no matter what he did to you, you enjoyed it.

He leaned back against the headboard and pushed your head obliging you to take him back in your mouth again. This time, however, he wasn't content to just receive it, he started to thrust up making you choke and grip his thighs, your nails digging into his skin and adding even more to his pleasure.

"You can take it. Breathe through your nose." He instructed. "Gonna cum inside your mouth, kitten and you're going to swallow all of it. Do you hear me?"

You just hummed yes once it was impossible for you to answer with your mouth stuffed with his cock.

"Such a sweet girl letting me fuck your throat like that. Gonna take all my cum, uh?"

Stephen could feel his balls tightening, his cock throbbing and the feeling running down his spine like an electric current. It was strong and he just surrendered to the feeling, letting it explode in ropes of warm cum in your mouth.

"Oh fuck... take it." He grunted. His voice sounding almost animalistic.

When he let go of your head you wiped the corners of your mouth with your fingers and glanced at him seeming slightly lost, but you smiled at him anyway. How sweet.

"Come here, give me a kiss." He demanded, kissing you passionately, tasting himself in your mouth. You let out a little moan in his lips and broke the kiss cupping his face and then tugged at his goatee teasing him.

“I love the way you fuck my mouth.” You admitted

He held you by the back of your neck and pulled you back to his lips and in one swift movement he had you underneath him, back on the mattress, your legs parting so he could fit between them. His lips never left yours.

He took his fingers to his mouth and brought the saliva to his cock directing it at your entrance. Impatient as you were to have him, you lifted your hips to meet him and he entered you with one hard thrust, but he stayed still reveling in the sensation of being inside you, feeling your walls stretching to accommodate him.

"Stephen... move." You purred.

Stephen cupped your face making you look into his eyes, moving his hips against yours, thrusting very slowly and loving seeing the expressions of pleasure on your face, your mouth half open, tears gathering in your waterlines, your brow furrowed as if you was too focused on him and the pleasure he was giving you.

"Tell me how you want me to fuck you. Like this or faster?" He teased.

"F-Faster." You answered between soft moans. "I like it fast and hard."

Stephen's cock throbbed violently inside you at those words. He took his cock almost completely out of you and then entered you again with a hard thrust that made you gasp. He did it again and again and then kept up the pace you wanted to draw loud moans from your lips.

"Yes, yes, harder Stephen, please, fuck me harder..." You sobbed totally lost in your own pleasure. It was such a sight to see, but he didn’t listen to you, he stopped instead and grabbed your chin making you look at him "My sweet girl, what have I done to you?"

You looked at him confused and he bit your chin teasing you "You've changed."

You gave him your most beautiful and innocent smile. "For the better?"

He smirked. Definitely your transformation had been for the better, at least in his eyes. You were just a scared kitten when he brought you into that universe, so pure and innocent. Now he had turned you into a woman and a woman who liked hard sex. It was quite a change, however he still saw you as the scared kitten who climbed onto his bed in the middle of the night for fear of a thunderstorm and this image he had of you was so precious to him. Stephen didn’t want you to change that.

"Yes, but I need to know that you're still my sweet girl." He confessed.

You smiled pulling him to your lips. "Yes. Yes, daddy." You whispered in his lips. "I'll always be your sweet girl."

He tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear affectionately and then pulled out and slapped your thigh. "Turn around."

You obeyed, lying on your stomach. He grabbed both your legs and closed them. "Cross your feet, keep your legs closed for daddy, okay?" He instructed.

You did as he said and he laid on top of you directing his cock at your entrance. "Pussy is going to feel very tight now." He said right in your ear letting out little grunts and groans while entering you. You felt so fucking good, so warm and so wet for him.

You grabbed his pillow and brought it to your mouth, biting it and muffling your moans with it.

"Feels so good" You moaned moving your hips against his thrusts.

Stephen leaned up on one arm and grabbed a handful of your hair pushing your head against the mattress as he fucked you so hard the headboard hit the wall.

"Is that how you like it, huh?" He groaned right into your ear and was delighted to see your skin prickle.

"Yes, just like that. S-So fucking big..."

“Cock is too big for you, kitten?” He teased. Stephen could feel your pussy fluttering around his cock. You felt so tight in that position, choking his cock and making him feel so good. You two were on the edge, all that was needed was a push for both of you to fall.

"F-Fuck daddy, gonna make me cum." You whimpered and he bit your earlobe.

"Yeah? That good? Cum for me then, kitten. Make daddy proud."

Stephen let go of your hair and brushed it to the side exposing your skin for him. He kissed the back of your neck, making sure to rub his goatee there making your skin prickle and as he knew it would happen you came with that. You screamed his name and then muffled your screams into the pillow. Your legs shook beneath him, Your pussy clenched around him, squeezing his cock and pushing him toward his climax as well.

Stephen buried his face in your neck letting the feeling of euphoria wash over him, but he continued to thrust into you, pushing his warm cum as deep as possible inside you and prolonging the pleasure as long as he could. He finished with a groan and rolled onto his side when he was done.

You propped yourself up on your elbow so you could look at him, feet crossed and dangling in the air provocatively, a mischievous smile on your lips. You were sure as dirty as you were sweet, but most importantly, you were his.

"This was... intense." You praised.

Stephen touched your face and then held out his arm for you to snuggle. You complied, curling up in his arms and laying your head on his shoulder. You stayed quite for a minute then tilted your head to look at him. “You know you can wake me up to make love anytime you want, right?”

He allowed himself a satisfied sigh “I know.” He caressed your cheek with his trembling hand “I love you, Y/n. You are and always will be my sweet little girl."

You tugged on his goatee smiling and teasing him "And you will always be my daddy."

He smiled satisfied feeling his body finally relax now that he gave in to his needs.

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[moonybug444]

chill day

um??? sex

it’s a chill day. soft rain pouring outside. wind blowing, but not enough to be noisy. no traffic around, just the sound of the rain hitting the roof window in your room.

you’re laying up against the headboard on your fluffy bed—soft hands absentmindedly playing with the pink hanging canopy bed drapes. the other scratching against connie’s overgrown buzz cut as his head lays against your bare thigh. this is nice.

connie looks up at you, watching another episode of hello kitty and friends on your macbook pro—giggling to yourself.

it’s around 3ish in the afternoon and you two have done nothing but lay around in your pjs all day. he came over the other day to your apartment and had yet to leave. he didn’t even bother packing anything—half his shit is scattered around your room anyway.

he’s thumbing over your panties—the cute white ones he loves with the little red ribbon right at the top—when he hears you sigh out his name.

“connie, are you looking?” you take your hand off your curtains and itch at your collarbone, bringing his attention to the bite marks on your neck.

“yeah baby,” here it comes. “you know how much i love watching weird talking animals do weird talking animal shit.” you grin to yourself. knew it.

he sits up, stretching his arms until his shirt rides up a little—exposing the happy trail fading towards his tummy.

sure does make you happy.

he’s standing now, looking down at you smile at him like a love-struck puppy—big eyes gleaming up at him.

“what’re you lookin at?” he fakes annoyance, leaning down to trap you on the bed—his hands caging you in.

you giggle dreamily, finger coming up to trace his sharp jawline. “you, you’re really cute.”

he puts on a disgusted face. clenching his fists and giving light one, two jabs to your jaw. listening to you giggle at him.

“hmm,” he glances to your pretty lips, “gimme a kiss then.” he does that weird thing where he puts his tongue over his top lip & pouts, leaning in to you.

“ew. connie quit it!” you laugh loud when you push at his chest. he backs you into the headboard—nowhere to go.

“thought you said i was cute?”

“nuh uh,” you feel him rub on your ass. big hands running up & down your back before pausing to squeeze and repeating. you peck his lips.

“what the fuck was that?” his brows furrow, “want a better kiss than that, princess.”

you lean in, slowly rubbing your lips across. pecking, pulling away, pecking, pulling away, before you feel his tongue slide into your mouth, tangling with yours. he’s softly biting your bottom lip when he’s pulling away, a trail of saliva following when he delivers a rough smack to your ass before pulling you back in.

you whine into his mouth, already getting drunk off of just his lips. connie’s always been a good kisser, even when he was just a beginner to everything. he always caught onto the concept fairly quick.

he’s pulling you by your thighs towards the edge of the bed so you can lay flat on the back before he’s getting on top of you and pulling away for air.

“you good?” you’re already huffing and connie finds it cute, though he tries to hide the amusement in his face with a furrow in his brows and a faux concerning tone.

“y-yes…m’good.”

he’s pushing your knees up to your ears before you can even respond fully. getting a fresh view of the little mess your pussy made in her panties. he coos and rubs a thumb over your clothed clit, humming when you shudder.

“ya wanna have fun or ya wanna watch hello kitty n friends all day?”

you sniffle, “wan’…wanna have fun.”

he grins at you, leaning down to place a single kiss on your nose before giving one harsh hump against your panty-clad cunt.

“fuckkk,” he moans loud before continuing. grinding himself on you hard and fast, handling your tits for leverage. “feel you soaking through my boxers princess, you want it?”

you rub your hands over his chest, eyes following the bulge that started swelling up through his boxers as he humps you, “wan’ it s’bad..wan’ it in me connie.” you whimper when you feel him grind against your clit.

“shit.” abruptly he pulls away his hips, “get it wet baby.”

you’re already taking him out his boxers, rubbing the slit a little before spitting in your hand to coat his cock, he moans and humps into it, trying to match the pace of your strokes.

you start to get a little impatient now. as much as you love watching connie’s pretty cock twitch in your hold while you make him feel good, you love the feeling of him inside you more. stopping your ministrations on his dick you look up at him with big teary eyes and a pretty pout on your lips. “connie…”

“aw, i’m sorry baby,” he gives a fat smooch to your cheek before shoving your panties to the side and spitting right on your cunt. “m’right here.”

you you yelp when he slides three fingers in your entrance without warning, little hands springing up to push him away. connie’s fingers were just so thick. everything about connie was thick. sometimes you find yourself struggling with just one of his fingers so for him to just shove three in there without any warning had tears streaming down your pretty face.

“shh. i know, i know. taking it so well baby, such a good girl.” he watches your expression go blank and a loud drawn out whine escape your lips when he curls his fingers against a specific part in your cunny. “right here huh?”

he abuses that spot until he can tell you’re used to his fingers and lines his cock up, ignoring the look on your face that almost says, ‘finally.’

he likes when you get in your cute little, ‘im a big girl, i can take it’ moods. like you don’t start screaming and crying as soon as his fat cock is in if your pussy doesn’t get princess treatment for at least 15-20 minutes. it’s ok though, he’ll give you what you want today.

he’s pushing his hands against your thighs to slowly slide into you, his thick cock stretching you out beyond comprehension.

he’s only about an inch or two in when you stop him, you tried your hardest to be a big girl but it’s just too fat, feels like he’s splitting you open.

“wait—ngh—wait…s’big.” connie rubs against your pudgy tummy before leaning down to kiss you once on your forehead, cooing down on you.

“m’almost in pretty baby” he wasn’t he still had about 6 more inches to go. ”just a little more ok? i know it hurts but you’re my big girl right?”

“uh huh..” he starts pushing back in slowly. “ ‘m your—ngh—a big girl..”

“yeah you are.” and in one harsh thrust he’s all the way in, splitting you open. you’re immediately pushing at his lower tummy trying to get him to let up some. you were barely even calmed with the one inch so for him to push all of it it. you felt like you were gonna die.

“omgomg. s’big, s’big—s’too much…!”

connie just shushes you and leans down, kissing at your nose. he knows it takes you a minute to adjust to his cock. you start crying and you throw a fit and then you’re cumming in a matter of seconds. he thinks it’s cute.

he brings his hand down to rub your clit, rolling his eyes when he hears you keep whining, ‘m’gonnadiem’gonnadie’ underneath him. his dramatic girl.

he can tell you’ve calm down when he started rubbing on your clit a little. pulling the hood up going roundnround till you start twitching and whining. you’re about ok now. he pushes hard on your thighs while he fucks you. his cock sliding out before he’s ramming it all back inside. continuing his ministrations on your clit.

it only takes a little bit of this before he feels your pussy giving him what he wants. a pretty shower.

“oh yeah,” he moans loudly in your ear. “good girl baby, this pussy is such a good girl.”

your mouth forms a small o when you feel connie’s dick rub repeatedly at that sensitive goo inside you. you can’t help but scratch at his back, doing all you can to fuck yourself back against him.

“right— right there, baby.” you feel your eyes and your pussy water at the same time. “m’cumming..!”

he feels it before you even say it. it takes two, three more fucks into your desperate cunt before she’s crying and giving him what he needs. he’s following quickly after that, hopelessly humping into your pretty pussy.

“ohhhh, shit.” he pulls out, moaning to himself, hand immediately flying to his cock to pump it. “lif—lift your s-shirt up.”

you watch as all your juices on his dick slide with every pump. making your pussy tighten. he’s fucking into his hand now, throwing his head back with his eyes sealed shut. it takes one look to your pretty pussy and then his eyes glance back to your face before he’s cumming. thick droops landing right on your tummy, trailing up to your tits.

you’re huffing when he’s done. trying to sit yourself up but you just plop right back down.

“why did you do thatttt. connie!”

“what?—”

“it almost hit my face. connie, y’know i hate it on my face—” he knows you do. that’s why he tried his best to avoid it so he didn’t have to hear you whine. he only likes the whines that comes out of your mouth when he’s fucking you. the ‘your cocks too big, connie!’ whining. not the petty bitchy whining.

“shuddup,” he rolls his eyes at you. grabbing you softy but securely around your neck. “gimme a kiss.”

[angelagiarratana]

Finally.

The hate me then fuck me trope, sue me. It's a long one.

sorry for the delay: finals kicked my ass.

tw: smut! slight degradation

When you joined Smosh a few months ago, it was apparent who you were going to get along with, who you would be friendly with, and who would hate you. You don’t know what you did to her but Angela hated you, or at least acted like it. It started out with her refusing to get to know you and turned into her flat-out ignoring your jokes and asking to chance shoot days.

“Y/n you gotta tell them about the fucking waiter last night,” Chanse laughs as he grabs his fork off his plate. It was lunch and you were at a table with him, Amanda, Courtney, and Angela. You were close with everyone here but Angela. You placed your fork onto your plate and cleared your throat, “This fucker, come back to our table to drop off the bill, looks at Chanse, looks at me, and hands me the bill.” Amanda’s face immediately lit up already entertained, “Amanda, wait, it gets better.” You started chuckling too. Fighting through laughter you finish, “And he goes, ‘She’s definitely the top babes.’ and then just walks away!” The table erupts into laughter except for her. She’s staring at you like you just took the last bottle of water in the entire world. “Angela, can we go talk?” Your question seemed to have taken her aback because she looked confused, “Um, yeah.” She awkwardly stood up and followed you out to the parking lot.

As the door shut you turned to her, arms crossed over your chest, “What did I do to you?” She looked at the ground, “I don’t know what you mean.” It was the quietest you’ve ever heard her talk. “You act like I did something horrible to you. You are nice to everyone but me, you joke with everyone but me, you go out of your way to avoid being in shoots with me. What is going on?” She bit her lip and shook her head, “You didn’t do anything Y/n.” You scoffed, “So enlighten me as to why you hate me.” She took a step closer to you, “I don’t hate you Y/n.” You scoffed yet again. “You act like it.” She didn’t know what to say, honestly, she acted that way towards to you because she wanted to know how you looked under her. She took a deep breath, “Y/n I act that way because I have to keep my distance from you. I’m not allowed to get close to you. If I get to know you I’m gonna do something stupid.” You just looked at her, “What Angela? What damage could you possibly do you are not already doing? Do you how it feels coming to work knowing someone here hates you?” She finally looked at you, tears welling in your eyes. Guilt hit her like a truck, “Fuck.” She pressed her hands against her forehead and walked backward a few steps. “Y/n, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I was in defense mode.” You stood like a statue. “But you did Angela.”

After a few moments you spoke, “Angela I’m putting pieces together in my head and if I’m putting them together correctly, I am going to be so pissed at you.” She looked at you confused. “What are you putting together?” She put her hands on her hips and looked at the ground. You took a few steps towards her, “Angela if we’ve been beefing this whole time when we could’ve been fucking I am going to kill you.” Angela snapped her head up to look at your face, your pupils dilated. It erupted something in her hearing you say that and the way your tongue darted out to wet your lips. She took that final step towards you grabbing your face and crashing her lips onto yours.

Your hands very quickly found her waist pulling her into you. Her lips moved softly but passionately against yours. She moved her hands to tangle in your hair giving it a tug, your mouth fell open and she took that as her chance to dominate the kiss. You felt like putty in her hands, melting into her grasp and into the kiss. Angela pulled away slowly and gave you a final peck. She kept her hands around your neck as she looked at you. Pupils blown, lips pink, and breathing heavy. “I am so not done with you.” She spoke so dominantly that it sent chills down your spine. “Do you have plans tonight?” You shook your head, unable to speak, your hands fiddling with the hem of the button-up she had thrown over her t-shirt. “Good, you're coming to my house after work. Is that okay angel?” She rubbed your cheek with one of her thumbs, “Yeah, I just would want to run home and shower after. I’m doing an active game later.” She nodded and smiled. “I’ll see you then pretty girl.” She kissed your cheek and walked back inside.

A few hours later you were nervously standing outside her apartment door trying to get the courage to knock. This was not what you were expecting to come of your conversation with her, but you weren't complaining either. You shook out your arms and took a deep breath,

knock knock knock

"One second." Not even a moment later the door opened. She was wearing sweatpants and a sports bra with her hair thrown up in a messy bun. Your eyes kept bouncing from her biceps to her abs to her hand on the door, "Do you want to come in or just gawk at me from the hall?" She giggled at your slightly open mouth as you checked her out. You nodded and quickly shuffled past her into the apartment which was so perfectly Angela. She shut the door and turned to you, "Let me see your bag." You handed it to her and she hung it up on a hook before bending down and helping you out of your shoes. "Do you want a drink? I have wine, tea, water." She made her way into the kitchen, so relaxed. You were still taking in nice Angela. "A glass of wine would be amazing, thank you." You stood at the doorway of the kitchen and watched as she poured two glasses. The way her hands looked when she gripped the bottle to pull the cork out reminded you why you were here. You set your phone on the counter and walked to her, slipping your arms around her waist. You placed a kiss on her neck and she hummed. "Drink your wine Y/n." You took the glass from her and leaned against her counter, "I wanna set out some ground rules first." You nodded as she spoke, "Before I do anything new I need verbal consent, a nod won't cut it. If at any point you want to stop tap me three times or say red." You took a large gulp of your wine, hoping it would help you relax a tad. "I don't expect you to up and run after. Stay as long you would like, we can order food if you're hungry after."

You took the last sip of your wine and set your glass down, "Are you done being nice?" She looked at you shocked, "Because it's quite frankly weird coming from you." You knew what you were doing but seeing how pissed she was only egged you on more. "The asshole I know you are is what you're best at." At that, Angela was slamming her glass down and pining you to the counter. One hand gripping your throat, the other on your hip, "Asshole?" She leaned in beside your ear, "I highly doubt you'll be saying that when I have you begging me to cum." She kissed behind your ear, placing tender kisses down your throat. "Fuck Angela." Her grip on your hip grew harsher and you felt your breath catch in your throat. Her hands found your ass squeezing eliciting a moan from you, "You sound so pretty moaning for me." You felt like you were going to burst if she didn't fuck you right then. "Angela please." She chuckled from your neck, "Please what? Use your words." You grabbed her shoulders trying to ground yourself enough to speak, "Please fuck me." She grabbed your hand pulling you towards her bedroom, the second you were close enough she shoved you down onto the bed. You scooted back until your head hit pillow, and she straddled you. "What's your code to get me to stop?" She stroked your cheeks softly, "Three taps or red." She smiled and kissed you gently, "Good girl." Two words sent you into oblivion.

She kissed you harder this time, biting your bottom lip before releasing it with a pop. She took her time kissing down your neck before she tugged on your shirt, you sat up and pulled it off. Her eyes grazed over you, soaking every inch you had given her, "You are so beautiful, honey." She kissed you as she reached behind you unclasping your bra, "Can I take this off angel?" You nodded and let out a quiet, "Please." She reveled in your wordlessness and it absolutely went to her head. She slipped it off your shoulders tossing it somewhere in the room and laid you back. "Fuck y/n." She took both your boobs in her hands kneading them. "You are so in for it." You swallowed harshly. She repositioned herself to comfortably take one of your nipples into her mouth biting gently. Your back arched and your hands flew to her head, "Fuck!" She giggled, wearing a shit-eating grin. "Can I fuck you pretty girl?" You nodded eagerly, "I need words." She pinched your nipple hard, "Yes! Fuck Angela." She tugged your leggings off, your underwear coming off next. She kissed your cheek as she slowly slid one of her fingers through your wetness, "All this for me?" You nodded and gripped her head harder. She used her thumb to circle your clit at a torturous pace giving you no real stimulation. "Angela I swear to god if you don't-" You were interrupted by her inserting two of her fingers into you, pumping slowly. She looked up at you, "What were you saying?" You bit your lip and pulled her into a bruising kiss. Her tongue dominated yours as she picked up speed with her hand. Her thumb brushed against your clit as she bit down on your lip. She pulled away and kissed down your torso.

Her lips wrapped around your clit as she curled her fingers to brush against your g-spot. "Angela please don't stop, please." She took her free hand to grip your hip so hard you swore it would leave a bruise. She could feel you getting close and counted her lucky stars she got to know what that felt like. "Am I still an asshole?" You let go of her head and gripped the sheets, hips thrusting, "No, fuck, no your not." She slowed her pace enough to piss you off but not enough to make you lose any real pleasure, "Apologize for being a brat." You looked at her and almost moaned just at the sight of her. Chin glistening, pupils blown and a dominating look in her eyes, "I'm sorry for being a brat now please let me cum." She smiled, "Such a good girl I didn't need to tell you to ask first." She picked up her pace, going faster and deeper than before, "You can cum for me when you want." She flicked your clit with her tongue expertly and you could feel the knot in your stomach about to burst open. "I'm gonna- fuck- daddy!" The name shot a bolt down Angela's abdomen, and she moaned against you sending you over the edge. Angela took in every drop you gave her as you came, her fingers slowly pulling out of you.

Just as you started to come down she was eating you like her last meal again. "Fuck Angela I already came." She pulled away only to quickly state, "You can cum for me one more time like the slut I know you are for me." The degradation mixed with your already sensitive clit sent you so close to another orgasm. She gripped your thighs forcing your legs open. The moans leaving your mouth were almost embarrassingly loud. She gently bit down on your clit making your second orgasm hit and hit hard. Your back arched off the bed as a primal moan left your throat. Angela gently cleaned you up as you gained feeling back in your face. She pressed gentle kisses up your thighs and torso until she reached your face. She placed three sweet kisses on your cheek, “You did so good angel.” She collapsed beside you and pulled you into her chest. You lay there until you felt human again.

“Holy fuck.” She giggled at your first words, “Yeah?” You nodded slowly, “Yeah.” She pressed a kiss to your head, “Am I still an asshole?” You looked up at her, “Yes because we could’ve done this a while ago.” She laughed out loud at you. You smiled. “Do you want to stay here tonight?” You nodded, “Okay, go to sleep, I’ve got you.” and you did. You fell asleep in the arms of the woman you swore hated you that same morning.

[konigsblog]

141 with reader who wears miniskirts literally all the time >:3 the miniskirt + stockings + platform boots combo is DEADLY !! >:3

i literally haven’t worn anything that goes past mid thigh in forever they’re just so cute n comfy and easy access

your tight ass peaking from under your tinytiny skirt, pink panties with bows showing fron underneath as price reaches his hand beneath them, grabbing at your soft ass and groping your thighs whilst his fingers slip into your panties. :(( thick fingers easing into your wet cunny, tightening around him as he prepared you for his girthy large cock.

ripping your fishnets and stockings combo off, tearing throw them, holes all around were your tight cunt would be. huge platform boots, giving you extra height, standing next to ghost's shoulder, his eyes menacingly staring at you, teasing you before pushing you over and pulling your skirt up, tearing your panties off as you whine and cry, weak arms trying to push him off, his veiny large and girthy cock filling you so nicely, you sweet taste lingering on his tongue as he sucked deep blue bruises on your neck.

johnny getting in his knees and sucking at your clit, thick fingers stuffed deep insides you; wet cunt leaking arousal and dripping slick on his fingers and your plush thighs, moaning in ecstasy and pleasure. :((!!! his fat tongue lapping at it, cunt wet with drool and saliva, pressing his tongue flat against your soaked cunny.

gaz's thigh pushed between your thighs, watching as you grind against him, you tight wet pussy bare beneath your skirt, bare skin rubbing against his clothed thigh; the friction making you grip at his shirt, biting on his neck, licking at the crimson red liquid, reminding you of ruby crystals whilst running your fingers through his hair.

his cigar smoking the grey smoke, burning scent against your nostrils, taking puffs of his cigar. tasting the smoke in his mouth as you sucked his lips deeply, pressing soft lips against your own, fist grasping your neck by the scruff forcing you deeper into his mouth, growls escaping his throat .

[thepaperpanda]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 3 - A Horny Kitten || Duncan Idaho x fem!reader x Gurney Halleck

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Summary: When Duncan told you Gurney had a massive crush on you, you refused to believe him. You and Duncan decide one day to test Halleck and see if the rumours are true.

Warnings: smut (threesome, oral sex, MMF, anal sex)

Word count: ~ 1625

Author: Fenrir

A/N: the prompt for today is: Blow Jobs

In a meeting room, you and Duncan were waiting for another order when Halleck sat across from you.

Duncan already asked you to take off your underwear, so only your formal dress stood between you and a wandering eye.

Seeing that Idaho wanted you to catch Gurney's attention, you opened your legs to reveal a slightly wet pussy of yours.

Duncan saw Gurney’s eyes catch the upskirt view of you. This startled him a little, and he looked at Duncan again. Slowly, Idaho kissed your neck, spread your legs further, and looked back at Gurney. It wasn't long before Duncan noticed that Halleck had to adjust his cock, which was stiffening up under his pants.

When Duncan told you one day that Gurney Halleck had a massive crush on you, you didn't believe him. Apparently, your boyfriend was right.

As you scooted forward, you exposed more of your pussy. Your pussy was craving a cock.

"It is unlikely that the Duke will return anytime soon. Could it be better if we went back to our chamber?” You asked Duncan, turning your head slightly to look at him with a mischievous grin on your lips.

After brushing some of your hair aside, Duncan placed his lips on the soft part of your neck, exposing the softness of its crook to Halleck. “Yes, it’s a good idea.”

As you looked Gurney in the eyes, Duncan did the same to make sure Halleck understood the hidden message.

You were told by Duncan on your way back to your shared room that you had behaved very well and would be rewarded for it.

Once you returned to the bedroom, he stripped your plain, black dress, placed his keys and sword on the table, and removed his clothes, along with his boxers. In your eagerness, you crawled toward Duncan's cock as he sat on the bed. Before you got close enough to wrap your palm around his shaft, he jerked himself a few times.

You took it in your mouth and slowly started to give him a blowjob. As you gazed up at Duncan, you started sucking on his tip, swirling your tongue around it before putting his cock deep in your mouth.

You didn't appear to have noticed Halleck coming in; Duncan hadn't completely shut the door so Gurney could get in.

Your craving puss and tiny, pink butthole were exposed to Halleck as you gave Idaho a blowjob.

Gurney slid down his combat pants and climbed onto the bed behind you without saying a word.

Duncan's cock was out of your mouth, so you sucked on his balls instead. Upon Halleck's cock entering your tight cunt from behind, you let out a loud moan. After sucking on Duncan's balls for a while, you turned your gaze towards Halleck, moaning louder. When a new cock began to satisfy your long-hidden craving, Duncan was thrilled to see you like this. He felt Gurney's thrusts were firm and slow because each thrust rocked you backwards and forwards.

Halleck must have a very nice, big cock, judging from your expression.

A curious Duncan crept his head between your legs while lying flat on the bed. Seeing a nice, thick shaft moving slowly into and out of your wet pussy, already glistening in your leaking juices, he smiled to himself. Duncan started licking your clit from below as Halleck's balls slapped against your stack out ass.

Moaning loudly, you shifted your angle, causing Gurney's cock to fall out. Duncan knew you wanted Halleck's cock inside you again, so he slid it in again.

Gurney started fucking you faster and harder than before.

Duncan got a better angle on your pussy, so he stuck his tongue out and licked near your clit, while Gurney's cock also ran over Idaho's tongue.

Gurney's balls and cock contracted, and Duncan heard him moan deep while he dumped his cum inside you. Finally, Halleck pulled his cock out and jerked it a few times to release the last drops of his cum, leaving Duncan to clean up his mess on your pussy.

Gurney sat on the edge of the bed and jerked on his still erected cock, watching you push Duncan so he was in a more comfortable position before straddling his face.

You started bucking your hips back and forth, fucking Duncan's face as his hands gripped tightly on your round hips. Palming your breasts, you whispered, "Stick your tongue out, I wanna feel it on my fucking cunt." When Duncan complied, you reached one of your hands down your body to rub on your clitoris viciously, shaking in an overwhelming pleasure. “Fuck, that’s it, baby boy, lick my fucking cunt like that. Fuck!” You went over the edge when he licked your clit simultaneously, massaging your folds with his tongue. As your legs shook, you let out a moan, “Fuck! ”

Then you leaned forward and grabbed Gurney's cock, jerking it for him a few times before taking his shaft into your mouth, bobbing your head back and forth as you continued riding Duncan's face. You got to taste your juices on Halleck’s dick. You were insanely horny, slobbering Gurney's balls and cock like a whore.

It felt like a knot was building up within Duncan's abdomen as he grabbed his hard cock and jerked his shaft. When he stopped eating your cunt, he exclaimed, "You're fucking delicious. But I want to fuck you finally, babe.”

With a loud pop sound, you pulled Halleck’s cock out of your mouth and with a sad whimper you got off Duncan. 

“Wait,” Gurney looked at Idaho. “Can I taste her first?” He pleaded.

Massaging his balls, Duncan looked at his friend. “Fine.”

As you laid on your back and spread your legs wide for Gurney, you rubbed your clit with your fingers already slick with your juices and Halleck's cum. “Come on, old man, what the fuck are you waiting for?” You whispered seductively. “I want your tongue on my fucking clit.”

Gurney grabbed you by your hips and pulled you on the edge of the bed, kneeling down on the floor; immediately, his mouth was attached to your needy cunt and he began slurping on your pussy, grabbing your pussy lips between his teeth to pull gently on them, sucking them in his mouth. He felt his erection growing hard again.

"Duncan," you spat flatly, looking at your boyfriend with half-opened eyes. 

As your boyfriend kneeled next to you, you wrapped your hand tightly around his cock, which was already dripping with pre-cum. With your sharp nails, you squeezed his balls between your fingers as you turned to him and gave him a long lick on his hardened shaft.

"Fuck you, Y/N," Duncan gasped, rolling his head back and slipping one of his hands into your hair to tug at it when you put his cock back into your mouth, sucking and gagging yourself as your hand jerked his shaft at the same time.

Gurney's tongue hit your clitoris as he swirled it around your pussy; soon he put two fingers into you, forcing you to put your legs on his shoulders, still covered in his shirt. "Fuck, your girlfriend is so fucking sweet," Gurney exclaimed, looking at Duncan, who replied with a proud grin. Halleck spat on your clit before he attacked your clitoris with his mouth, sucking hardly on it until you started whimpering from pleasure, your legs shaking again, and your hand slipping into his greyish hair. Eventually, Halleck stopped and watched you sucking Idaho's cock.

“Enough,” Duncan ordered, pulling you by your hair off his cock. “Straddle Halleck.”

You obeyed.

As soon as you straddled the older man’s lap, his hands grasped your hips, massaging the flesh there as you leaned forward to kiss him passionately; you ground your pussy against Gurney’s cock instinctively; he rolled his head back and slapped your buttocks, than catched them, spreading them wide as his curious index finger played with your asshole, causing you to moan lowly.

After rubbing his cock back and forth between your pussy and your asshole, Duncan slowly pressed against your ass. He felt you relax as his cock tip pushed inward; once it was in, Duncan pushed more and slowly slid his entire shaft inside your ass. He made slow thrusts to relax your asshole more. 

“Fuck her for me, Halleck,” Idaho grunted, sweat beginning to form on his forehead as he was making slow, deep thrusts into your tight ass.

When Idaho stopped thrusting for a moment, Gurney lined his fat cock with your pussy and pushed himself in easily.

“Fuck!” You screamed, putting your hands on Halleck’s chest for support. “Just like that, boys,” you begged. “Fuck me, oh gosh, yes, just like that!”

Each time Gurney made a thrust, Duncan felt your asshole tighten and loosen. He reached his left arm around you and touched your swollen pussy; he could feel Gurney’s cock going in and out of your sloppy pussy. Duncan stimulated your clit and felt your muscles contract. 

As Duncan and Gurney felt your contract around them, they couldn't contain themselves; the three of you came together.

When Duncan and Gurney pulled their cocks out of you, you rolled to the free spot on the bed and sighed. Your hand traveled down to your cunt so you could gather some of their cums on your finger and put it into your mouth, saying, "Fuck you, boys, it was the hottest fuck I've ever had. Mmmm, we need to think about more meetings like that.”

A blush erupted on Gurney's cheeks as he looked at Idaho.

"Now you know that everything I told you about Y/N being a horny kitten was true," Duncan smiled at his friend.

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

Did a commission for a lovely Anon!

Aizawa x MTF reader

900 words of pure smut no plot.

Daddy kink, curvy reader, and lingerie.

He was already gone by the time I woke up. Always up so early and back so late. I hate feeling like I never get to see him anymore. Today I'm going to fix that!

I cleaned the bedroom and put out some nice candles next to a bottle of lube, making sure nothing is too close to the bed. I wouldn't want the candles falling from shaking the bed too much. Finally I go to the closet and pick out the perfect set of dark pink lingerie. The one that hugged my hips and brests just right. The one with the panties that barely cover my bulge. With tall socks that squeeze my thick thighs. It doesn't leave much to the imagination but that's just how I want it. I cover it with one of his black shirts and wait for him to come home, and wait, and wait…

The longer I waited I couldn't help but think of all the things I wanted him to do to me. The touch of his shin, the feeling of his strong muscles wrapped around me, and his huge-

"Nnnh~" I let out a low moan. I didn't even realize I started touching myself, but I couldn't stop. I palm at my growing bulge through the thin fabric. It feels good but I want more, I want him, I want-

"Well looks like my kitten needs attention~" Aizawa's low husky voice fills the room. I freeze. My eyes snap open and I stare at him, my face turning bright red. "Oh don't stop on my account kitten." He smirks, obviously teasing me. The bed dips as he sits next to me, practically on top of me already. "Though I'm a little jealous you've been having fun without me."

"N-no daddy! I've been waiting for you!" I quickly sit up and straddle his waist. "I'm sorry, I got too excited when I was thinking about you I couldn't help myself…"

"Is that so? And just what were you thinking about?" He roughly squeezed my ass and I let out a small yelp of surprise.

"I-i was thinking about how you would touch me… and how your big cock would feel inside me…" I blush almost as bright as my lingerie.

"Oh? Touch you where? Here?" He starts to palm at my hard dick. Using his other hand he takes off his shirt I was wearing and smiles when he sees the pink lacy bra holding my breasts. "I see you got all dolled up for me babe."

I moan slightly and tug at his shirt. "I did. So please can I have a reward?" I ask softly, hopefully.

"Of course~" He whispers in my ear sending a chill down my spine. I can't help but stare as he takes off his shirt revealing his toned abbs and deep v line. My eyes wander and I stare at his crotch, my mouth already watering at what's coming next.

Suddenly he flips me over and I'm flat on my back. I let out another surprised yelp. "I wish I had time to take it slow, but you're just too cute that I'm already rock hard." His voice drops when he says this. He undoes his belt and drops his pants and boxers in one fluid motion. Revealing his long thick cock in all its glory. My breath hitches in my throat when I see it and I bite my lip when I see him grab the lube. "You ready for me babe?" It wasn't really a question but I answered anyway.

"Yeah daddy~" I moan out loud when he slides two slick fingers inside me. Stretching my hole before replacing it with the tip of his cock.

He pushes in slowly, making sure I feel every inch as he enters me. Slowly filling me up until it's all the way inside. "Good girl~" Suddenly his slow teasing movements turn into hard pounding. I moan in ecstacy as he grabs my ass for leverage.

"A-aizawa!" I moan.

He growls in my ear. "That's not what you call me" His rough hands squeezed a bit harder.

"D-daddy!" I practically yell. Every thrust perfectly hitting my sweet spot. I can feel my dick throbbing in my panties. He takes one of his hands from my ass and strokes my dick through the lace.

"Gonna cum sweetheart, yeah cum for me-" he groans, he's getting close too and I can feel his already large cock twitches in my ass.

I scream as I cum in my panties, staining the new lingerie. My toes curl and my back arches as I spasm on his cock. Aizawa pulls out and pumps his dick. "Open wide kitten~" His voice is low and I open my mouth happily for what comes next. Thick ropes of cum shoot into my mouth and on my face. Swallowing greedily I let out a satisfied sigh.

He wraps me in his strong arms and pulls me close as we both bask in our afterglow of our orgasms. He gently rubs his calloused fingers through my soft hair and kisses my forehead. "This has been wonderful babe." All I can do is nod as I lie completely spent. He smiles down at me. "Next time I'll be sure to unwrap my gift." He said as he pulls at the hem of my lingerie.

[sapphicdib]

FIRST: Looks to the Moon! And if you want to Hunter as well?

HEHE YOU KNOW ME SO WELL <3

Fav thing about them:

Moon: Her. Just her. Her entire adorable being. Her structure, how calming it is to be inside it. The way she hangs upside down on her rig a lot, especially when examining you. Her cute nicknames for you. The way she thanks you for bringing her things. Her lil beepy voice she has before giving you the mark. Everything. Her personality, her puppet, her breathtaking structure. I can’t choose one and I will not.

Hunter: Her story! How selfless her mission is, and how she’s a little creature doing her best to save someone she’s never even met before. She uses her limited time to save someone who suffers the same fate as her—body breaking down, seizing and collapsing. I also like that she’s pink :)

Least fav thing about them?

Moon: Impossible. Nothing.

Hunter: I guess…how neglected she is? She’s never anyone’s favorite campaign (just get good at the game, scrubs), and she was the only scug that didn’t get an updated ending/attention in downpour. Obviously artihunter means she’s popular within the fandom, but game-wise a lot of ppl seem to forget about her, when it’s honestly a REALLY fun campaign!

Favorite Line:

Moon: “And so clearly, this forced broadcast is directed to you, Five Pebbles.”

Idk what it is about this line specifically, but I legit cannot read it without bursting into tears. I managed to hold it together but I read that line in her broadcast and just lost it. I cried for like 30 minutes and had to go hug my mom.

Hunter: Obviously she doesn’t speak in the game, but here’s one of my fav line(s) from a fic Im writing:

She’s very proud of her name :)

brOTP

Moon: Is it weird to say Moon and Ruffles? It’s so cute that Moon named her and Ruffles seems to stay around even after the campaign. I headcanon that Rivulet struck out on her own to find out who she was, and after many adventures, decided that Ruffles was who she was.

Hunter: Ruffles too!! I see them having a cute sibling dynamic thanks to lilypad :3

OTP

Moon: LILYPAD OF COURSE!! DOOMED YURI MY BELOVED !!! Sig n Moons personalities work together so well and I love them sm ;-;

Hunter: APPLE JUICE!!! Monk x Hunter!!! I would have said artihunter but apple juice has captured my heart so hard i can’t help it.

nOTP

Moon: I don’t rlly like Eclipse but that’s just cuz I hc Moon is a lesbian. Also Waning Crescent/Slivermoon just doesn’t do it for me.

Hunter: Cherrypie…sorry cherrypie enjoyers I just can’t see it :( I feel like gourmand would see Hunter as more of a daughter figure.

Random Headcanon:

Moon: BEEPS! She beep-snorts when she laughs and often tries to hide it but Sig has made it her life mission to make Moon beep-snort-laugh as much as possible hehe

Hunter: She acts a LOT like Sig. Despite her ferocity in battle, she’s pretty goofy and playful during less intense moments. She also considers herself as Sig and Moon’s daughter (as do they)

Unpopular Opinion:

Moon: SHE IS NOT JUST “BORING FEMALE CHARACTER.” She has personality! She’s insanely stubborn when it comes to using her seniority privileges and obviously takes her role as local group senior very seriously. She is “nice and kind” but that doesn’t make her flat/stereotypical. Of course she’s gonna be nice to the player, you’re a little helpless animal.

Hunter: PLAY HER CAMPAIGN. PLEASE. It is not as daunting as you think it is, ESPECIALLY if you’ve beaten downpour cats! It IS challenging, but for me it really brings back the spirit of the original game: youre a helpless little creature. You can’t generate spears out of your ass, you can’t make explosives, all you can do is run slightly faster and throw spears slightly harder. You have to use your wit and skill to get through it, but it is so worth it.

Song I associate with them

Moon: Afterlife by Shadow Cliq

Hunter: No Mercy by DeathByRomy (it’s an artihunter song but god it goes hard)

Favorite Picture of Them:

MEWNIE…

And not to suck my own dick here or anything but this is my fav drawing i’ve done of hunter, my new year’s resolution was to learn to draw scugs so here’s my fav drawing of her i’ve done so far :3

TY FOR THE ASK!!

[mew-ya]

I want you to know that Maren lives rent free in my head with katakuri. In a house made of everything sugar n sweets. Living the pink rosy slice of life they deserve. And maybe some nice fighting together for added sprinkles on the cupcake. Your honor, I love them 🥰

SO REAL!! Thank you so much hehe, I'm happy they can bring you joy like they do for me 😭💕 I love the idea of them having the most sugar coated house akska they get sticky sometimes I bet...

They do actually fight a bit in the physical sense, Katakuri sorta has that "combat is a necessary evil" meanwhile Maren is like "I'll fight anyone cus its fun" so it's a lot of Maren goading Kata on and (usually) getting his ass utterly kicked flat in 2 seconds bc Kata gets annoyed. It's helped him work on his haki a lot, though, as they train together often.

If you meant like couple fighting tho then that happens too of course 💗 Usually over little things like Kata being frustrated at Maren's carelessness, or Maren getting frustrated that Kata has trouble relaxing. It's stuff they work on~

[screampied]

❛ SHE’S A SUPER FREAK! ❜

toji, choso, geto, gojo, sukuna. making the jjk men cum too quickly/untouched.

total wc. 2.9k

warnings. fem!reader, bratty reader, orgasm control, dry humping, face riding, choking, nipple play, unprotected sex, breeding, overstim, dirty talk, praise, whiney men.

an. thank u serenaaa for gettin me out writers block ly <3

☆ CHOSO KAMO.

“shit princess, i’ve been so l-lonely all day,” he pouts, and you’re idly over the counter before choso presses up behind you. he grabs ahold of your waist, and you let off a surprised gasp at the feeling of his boner. it was inevitable for him to try and hide it. he wore nothing but a loose-fitted tank and grey sweats. “i—i need you, badly...”

he trembled over his words, stammering entirely. choso’s eyes glint, letting off a whine at seeing you teasingly wriggle your ass against him.

choso starts to pant, and you giggle at the feeling of him attempting to grind himself against you.

you tried to stay put, chewing the inside of your cheek while allowing him to get off before he lets off a cute groan. “you’re so unfair. walkin’ around in this pretty sundress. i can just…pull it right off ‘n fuck you over this counter.”

“so do it,” you mutter with a grin. “fuck me.”

just hearing you say those words was enough to make him cream his pants.

choso huffs and puffs out a single breath, and you feel the hard print of his dick pressing against you. “not yet..”

“you want me to beg or something, baby?” you play along, still not facing him — both hands of yours laid flat against the sleek quartz-like counter. he grows quiet for a few seconds, and you gasp again once he parts your legs a bit more.

“…yeahh.” he whines, yet he sounds unsure of himself. each dreadful second passes, and choso’s chasing his own breath, he bites his lip while he stares down to see you with the most upmost perfect arch. a slutty arch, you knew what you were doing. teasing him, swaying your hips against his crotch to feel his hardness rub off on you.

he clenches his jaw before you heard a bit of shuffling. “f-fuck, ‘s hard. ‘m gonna cum just from you doing that.”

“but baby, i’m not doing anything.” you played dumb, and even though you weren’t directly facing your boyfriend, oh how you could just see the needy pout contorting against his pink lips.

you were such a tease — there was no doubt about that. “i’m waiting for you to fuck me. so go ahead.”

“you’re such a … fuckin’ brat,” he pouts, tugging roughly against the rim of your sundress. even if he tried to be degrading, he was as intimidating as a cute little kitten. his lips form into a frown the more you moved your ass against him. “f-fuck, you’re gonna make me c-cum.”

you smile, continuing to move your hips against him, his boner rubs against your panties and he just gawks and stares.

choso’s fingertips lightly trace against your curves before he starts dry humping you now. you started to throb yourself.

yet you concealed a giggle.

digging your teeth into your knuckles before seconds later, you feel a certain dampness press against your ass.

“f-fuck, fuckkk,” he babbles repeatedly, and he came right through his pants—barely any stimulation happened, yet that was all it took for him. choso swallowed, looking down to see the mess near the middle part of his sweats. “i’m all a mess now,” he mutters, darkened eyebrows forming together. “and-and ‘m gonna make you clean it. so get on your knees….please?”

☆ SUKUNA RYŌMEN.

“what are ya givin’ me that look for, woman?” sukuna grumbles.

brows pointed downwards and he always had that same grim scowl spread across his lips. it’s been a few minutes since you came. he was nice enough to let you finish before him.

with a low grunt, he skims the fat tips of his thumbs against your waist as your hips rotated against him. “are you close yet, kuna?”

“too early but yeah, why?” he replies, staring at you almost as if you had two heads. he leers at you, bright eyes glazing with sharp fingertips tickling against the crooked edges of your hips.

sukuna watches as you lightly shove him on his back, he lands with a rough ‘oof’ and then he suddenly feels his jaw tense.

“shit—” he groans, barely able to hold onto your waist. you slowly rode against him, back and forth in such a way. but sukuna doesn’t expect for you to make him pull out, just for you to rub your soaked folds against his length.

“little…girl,” he starts to pant, eyes staring down to watch you intently. your hips pivot sensually and slowly against him, and his head goes back. you can hear sukuna’s breathing hitch — edges of his jaw tightening together. “perverted girl, put it back in.”

you giggle, watching sukuna’s face grow flustered the moment you start to jerk your hips a bit more against his shaft.

you felt how hard he was, his tip occasionally brushing against your folds—just a few inches and he’d be inside, yet your hips continued to swivel on top of him. “you gotta ask nicely first.”

“got some damn n—nerve,” and his voice trails off at the way you speed your hips up, grinding all on his dick now. you even reach down to play with yourself, ghosting your fingers against his cock and sukuna groans. “you need to be put in your place again, f-fuckk.” and his tone just trembled, his rude raspy voice grew out to be a lot more shaky, and he felt himself anticipating his incoming release. it was as equivalent to a fuse about to blow, sukuna digs his nails into your hips from the stimulation.

“are you gonna ask nicely?” you grin, leaning up close to press a wet kiss onto his cheek.

“do ya know who i am? i’ll-” and he grunts, the moment you playfully wrap a hand around his throat. “kinky little bitch. think choking me ‘s gonna..” and his words immediately get silenced once you lean in to kiss him, gently caressing your fingers against his throat. sukuna’s taken aback, your brattiness never failed to turn him on. the minute he cums, shooting out thick ropes his mind goes empty.

sukuna pants, and you feel him paint the outer part of your pussy. so sticky, it stuck against you and you smile—grabbing ahold of the tip before realigning yourself. the moment you look up, the curse was glaring at you, smacking your hand away from his neck. “shit,” he recollects his breath, wiping the beads of sweat that ran down his forehead. “if you’re gonna choke me, at least do it harder. weak little… f-fuck.”

☆ GOJO SATORU.

“so, i can’t touch you…like at all?” he murmurs, a saddened pout spreading across his lips. the moment you told him he couldn’t touch you while eating you out made him frown. you hovered over him with a teasing smile, nodding. “but….baby.”

“i’m serious, ‘toru,” you whisper, sliding your panties across the side. “no touching.”

“i can touch myself though, right?” he begs, white eyebrows furrowing in desperation. you heard the neediness in his tone, and it was quite cute. “right…? please. at least lemme get off to your taste.”

once you tell him it was fine, the stupidest grin stretches across his face. immediately, gojo latched his lips against your pussy, and as promised he kept his hands off of you.

he still whined—oh, how he wished he could be dragging your hips all across his face. he’d give anything just to do that.

“suffocate me with your thighs, baby,” he whimpers, you moan at the feeling of his nose swiping every so often against your folds. he felt your impulsing throbs, time and time again. he was so hungry, giving your clit deep sucks to make sure you felt every inch of his tongue. “sweet girl.”

“f-fuck, satoru.” you’d gasp, a hand tangled between his fluffed strands, his half-lidded eyes lock onto yours as you’re ruining his pretty face. your own slick started to cover him entirely. it raced down his chin to where he’d depart his lips just to lap it up with his tongue, making sure you watch. “you’re s-so nasty.”

“only nasty just for you, baby,” he grunts, and that’s right when he reaches down to start stroking himself. you felt your hips stutter against his face, his tongue sliding up and down your pussy and you whined. “y-you make me so hard, think ‘m gonna cum through my pants.”

your nerves left you feeling with so much concealed emotions, the more you rutted yourself against his face, the more vocal gojo became. he never knew how to shut up, he got off to you being pleasured.

“mhm.” he grunts, starting to maneuver circles against your clit. suck after suck, your legs started to shake and your jaw dropped. you felt it. the undeniable orgasm reaching.

the way the very tip of his tongue added more pressure, swiping and swiping against your entrance before his sucking had your knees buckling out of desire.

“s-satoru.” you’d babble, your hips just having a mind of its own practically—yet, to much your own surprise, the two of you ended up releasing together. of course, gojo was quite louder with his finish, his voice strained as he came right through his pants from stroking himself. you remained hovered over his face, panting before he sits up.

he pouts, grabbing you lightly by the neck before whining, “stick out your tongue ‘n taste it.”

and you do, leaning in towards gojo before he returns you with a deep kiss, you moan right into his mouth at the sheer taste of your own slick that went down his chin, smearing all over his mouth.

“good girl.”

☆ FUSHIGURO TOJI.

isn’t fond of the little game you’re playing, the two of you would be casually making out and you’re straddling his lap.

toji roughly groans, you’re so handsy with him, he’s shirtless. his abs tense each time you skim your cold fingers against his nipples.

he’d be inside you, and you’re just kissing him, he’s got a rough hand attached to your waist while you’re slowly ploddingly thrust your hips back and forth against him.

“doll, y’er havin’ too much fun with my chest,” and his tone was playfully, yet you could hear the grunt nearly escaping. his thick size stretched your walls out, even though your pace wasn’t even that close to being relatively fast. could he really blame you though, his chest was fucking huge, such perfect glistening toned pecs. you always told him how you wanted to suck on his nipples. toji followed by giving you a major side eye though. “ya know how sensitive i am there, sweetheart.”

“that’s the point,” you whisper against his lips, continuing to grind and grind against his lap. his lips part each time you lean in to kiss him again, his breath was warm against yours and you moan at the feeling of him sliding his tongue inside. “each time i touch you there, you start to whine.”

he breaks away, and glares at you. you giggle as a response, and he only then gives your ass a mean smack. “no, i don’t.”

“yes, you do,” you chastise, and you’re just about bouncing on his cock now—you bite the bottom skin of your lip, hips rolling and stuttering against him to where you hiss out to stop your incoming whimper. “i bet if i give you a little pinch here…”

“fuck,” he’d grunt, the feeling of your soft fingers giving his nipples a tiny squeeze. toji stares at you before staring away, and he’s embarrassed, it feels good but he’d never say that to your face. “i told you…‘s sensitive.”

“are you more sensitive if i do this, baby?”

you pause your hips for a quick second, he’s still buried inside of you freely and he watches with green dilated pupils before you lean up close to his chest—only to then press your lips against his perky hardened nipples, giving it a teasingly quick suck.

“…goddamn,” he intakes a sharp breath, a hand reaching towards the back of your head. toji moved a few strands away from your face and he groans at the ticklish feeling of you see. your lips stuck onto his soft skin, playfully flicking your tongue against the middle part. “you’re so weird. i can’t suck on yours but you can just suck m-mine.”

and you hear toji’s cute stuttering, that’s how sensitive he was—it was adorable, the way the muscles underneath his chin clenched. toji lets off a low sexy grunt, the pressure you created, not even using your teeth, he felt himself growing extremely hot.

tears of sweat ran down the sides of his face, and his thigh starts to bounce. “fuckin’ girl, keep…keep suckin’ like that ‘n i’m gonna paint your little insides white. ya want that?”

“yeah.” you hum jocularly, running the tip of your tongue all against his nipple. you were gentle, yet he still was about to lose his mind. you made it so hard for him to keep composure that within seconds, toji shamelessly came inside you.

all from just you sucking his nipples, not even from you riding him—his face now flushed, he grew quiet for a while before glaring at you. he lightly shoved you off, the cutest scowl on his face before he gets out the bed, butt ass naked.

“where are you going?” you giggle.

“girl shut the fuck up.”

☆ SUGURU GETO.

with geto, it’s different because he ends up cumming early, and begs you to ride him in reverse. normally he doesn’t act like that, but the overstim got to him, so much so to the point where he wanted more.

the mirror that stood propped up in front of the two of you, you saw the lewd image of the both of you. geto was such a mess, sucking all over your neck and collarbone, stuffing you full of thick inches.

“sweetheart…”

he murmurs against your neck, the recoil your ass brings against his lap makes him groan in disbelief. it rings and rings, the pure rough smacks.

he’s kissing his teeth at how pretty you were. this specific position has your g-spot running for its money, the way he found it so easy to tap and tap against that spot, you moaned continuously. “i’m getting close. ‘s close, i can feel it.”

“i know,” you utter in a soft breath, shifting again and again. you use your knees — almost as if each rough thrust was your last. it felt so good, your head slumped back against his, and he held you in his big arms. “you can finish inside. ‘s okay.”

“really…?” he murmurs, bottom lip quivering, he was so warm all around, his teeth practically shattered and his ears burned and rang. once you said it was alright, he squeezes your waist with his hands, and he moans. “throw back against me so sloppy, ‘m so in love with y-you.”

the exact moment he came, geto’s head sexily rolls back, his addams apple makes an appearance as you stare at his bad slouchy posture through the clean rectangular mirror.

“shit shit shit,” he huffs out, thick velvety ropes of cum just plugging into you — you moan, and he leans in to softly sink his teeth into the inner part of your neck, whining out your name. “so much, jus’ for you. gotta make your tummy all swollen with my cum. just gotta..”

“…sugu,” you whined, a hand caressing his cheek as his chest was pressed up against your back. yet it wasn’t finished, because momentarily later, you start to pick up your pace again and he turns into an entire mess.

“f-fuck, baby, ‘m still cumming,” he grunts, muscles in his thighs clenching — jaw contracting together, he pulls your hips back against him and geto’s dark eyes roll all the way back. he’s seeing white, your pussy’s got him on a leash. for a few seconds, he’s entirely speechless. only pathetic whimpers left his mouth, and you still felt him coating you with his cum, despite your jagged bounces on him. the angle was so rich and deep, he nearly chokes from the way your cunt grips against him.

geto’s cock french kisses your g-spot, and it’s just heavenly. you throb repeatedly, and your mouth grows dry from how he’s holding onto your hips for dear life. “woman, you’re gonna drive me mad.”

your skin felt like it was melting with the way it was so hot against his. just sticking against him, smack after smack. geto’s long hair was in the way, flawlessly flowing down his back, you felt his dick twitch inside you — making your toes curl.

yet what you don’t expect is for geto to flip you over, briefly pulling his thick cock out of you only to lay you on your back, realigning himself. “baby,” he mutters, his tone more whiney than usual. the way he stares at you, completely lust driven. “think y-you need more of my cum. your pretty tummy’s not plump enough f’r me.”

and you moan, feeling geto’s body meet against yours once more, he brings you in for a needy kiss, and he tastes sweet like candy, instantly, your legs wrap around his slim waist.

many seconds later, he pulls away to whisper against your lips — plugging his lengthy dick back in. “let’s…let’s make a baby.”