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tbaluver · 5 months ago

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AH-AH-APHRODISIAC?!- The Love And DeepSpace Men

pairings in order: xavier x fem! reader, zayne x fem! reader, rafayel x fem! reader, sylus x fem! reader, caleb x fem! reader summary: you and your lover accidentally eat chocolates with aphrodisiacs on valentine's day night tags: small plot, p in v , desperate hot n needy a/n: hihi my lovelies! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂)⸝♡ here are my (late) chocolate gift to you for valentine's day! this one is a lil rushed bc i wanted to have a fluff and a smut written for this holiday so apologies! thank you to my beta reader @ilovemitsuya mwah ily (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ anyways i hope you all enjoy reading ! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ cr. to the banners cafekitsune ! any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

He closes his eyes, parting his lips slightly as you gently place the chocolate in his mouth, watching him savor the taste as he guesses what flavor the luxury Valentine’s chocolate box. With each correct guess, a kiss is exchanged but whoever gets it wrong has to eat another chocolate that they didn’t like. As the game progresses, each sweet kiss becomes more lingering and more urgent. The box sat untouched and the game remained forgotten as you both have something better to eat in mind.

It’s hard to think about how much exactly chocolates you and Xavier ate when you he’s fucking into your swollen pussy. He groans, spreading your legs to expose your wet cunt, your inner thighs coated with his cum. Your clit glistening in the moonlight as he circles it softly with the sensitive head of his cock, dragging it up and down. It hasn’t even been a minute until your bodies are set ablaze again, growing intense with every passing second you two aren’t connected. You both were so needy for each other, your senses completely heightened than any time you two were intimate. His hot girthy dick stretches you out so deliciously that it's gonna leave an imprint on your stomach.

Both your bodies are on fire as he desperately thrusts in and out of you as hard and fast as he can, tangled limbs just holding on to whatever you can hold as long as you’re touching each other.

His cock, pistons in and out of your weeping cunt at a relentless pace, both your visions fogging up with no thoughts other than relieving each other. A chorus of obscene noises spill out of both of you, all of it incoherent. Remnants of his cum seeps out of you due to the pacing of his thrusts, your cunt mercilessly filled.

You’re clamping down on his cock with so much desperation as you feel your orgasm approaching. They way you’re creaming on his cock, clenching around him with trembling legs, was sight only he can see and hear. He planned to make you see the stars but he saw them shining in your eyes instead, the tears welling up your eyes as he sets the animalistic pace over and over again until the burning heat dies down between you both.

Zayne:

Valentine's day, the day where you exchange and share one or two or maybe the whole box of chocolates together. You and Zayne swapped a few sweets and chocolate gifts but on your end, you ended up letting him indulge in his sweet tooth, giving him more than just a couple boxes. Neither of you gave much thought to the luxury box cover when you picked it up. One by one, each chocolate disappears from the box as you pick one up, taking a bite as you pass him the other half as he does the same for you. It didn’t long for the sweetness of the chocolate to go away, the heat in each other’s bodies growing every second as you both craved for something much more sweeter, abandoning the box of chocolates.

Clearly one or five more rounds wasn’t enough for this burning ache to go away. Minutes turned into hours as he poured his cum into you, dripping down to his balls and down to your thighs. No amount of position could put an end to the heat that seemed to crawl deeper into your core every second he pulled away from you. Your body temperatures together were so high it turned you two into a muddled mess. How could he possibly ignore his lover sobbing for him, begging for more, when he needed you just as much as you needed him?

He hovers over you, trying his best not to crush you in his hold. The once composed and restrained doctor has vanished tonight, both your senses completely heightened as he desperately explores the familiar path of your body.

His delicate, practiced and precise hands from years of surgery, rip and tug at your clothing, the urgency from the heat building in him. Each one of Zayne’s and your clothing were carelessly thrown across the house, leaving a messy trail to your shared bedroom. Marks and scratches cover his body as you try to reach for more, as if the hold you had on him wasn’t enough.

Your lips constantly chase after each other, pulling away just to catch your breaths. He rolls his hips against yours, the room filled with the sounds of your combined moans and the rhythm of your entangled bodies. His cock makes you spill sounds that you didn’t even know could come out of your mouth. Chest pressed against each other, everything had your head spinning, both of you full of primal need. His cock strokes all the right places inside you, his heavy balls smacking wetly against your cunt with every deep thrust he gives you. His thick pink sensitive head of his cock rubs your sweet spot so perfectly, sending waves of pleasure over your body. Hours and hours with no other thoughts than anything other than making you feel good and making that heat go away was his only priority.

Rafayel:

He bought you the most expensive box of chocolates, not looking at the brand or the printing on the packages but because he saw it was filled with pictures of assortment of sweets you’d love. He thought they were overpriced because of the luxury design and the fact that it was for Valentine’s day but with each bite, he found himself caving in for more. You both felt so warm, the warmth surging through your bodies that traveled down to your lower half. The more you both indulged, the more you both seemed to need something that was a much more sweet temptation.

You both were so hot, more than you two have ever been that the heat was enough to stop the cold weather from making you shiver. His eyes clenched shut as hot pants slip past his pretty lips, his mind fogging up as he feels your warm cunt wrap around him so perfectly, like always.

The only thing in his mind is you, your sweet cunt squeezing his cock like heaven sent and how you roll your hips against him oh so right.

He thinks you’re truly a work of art, filled with marks of him. You look so perfect whether it’s in front of him or behind him, painting such a pretty picture with your face in all the right angles as your face contorted in absolute pleasure.

You both roll and shift on the blanket, finding the perfect position that hits the right angles to relieve the throbbing heat between your legs. Everytime you take his buckets of his white warm seed, the burning ache always seems to come back. There is not a single part of your body that isn’t drenched from your mixed sweat, arousal or his cum.

Did someone bewitch you two? Did they think- Nevermind, he can’t think properly when you’re clenching down on him like this. He feels the way you flutter around him. Every squeeze of your cunt as he drags his cock along your walls, every drip of your arousal that coats his length, is as if he was truly part of you.

His skin tingles irritably, aching desperately for your touch even after a second without it. Even the small sounds that escape past your lips lure him in like a sailor listening to a siren's song. His thrusts grow faster, his hips slamming over and over again against yours as if his life duty was to repopulate Lemuria.

Sylus:

The night grew uncomfortably hot for you two, the ache between your legs was relentless and impossible to ignore. The cold breeze from the new city you two traveled too for a small getaway was not helping at all. You two didn’t drink much but the chocolates you were both gifted, disappeared between you both. Each bite melted in your mouths but soon the warmth settled over you both. The anticipation back to the suite was palpable, both of you greeted by a romantic rose trail scattered across the floor that led to a heart-shaped arrangement on the shared bed. As much as you wanted to appreciate this, you both seek- craved a remedy only you two could provide each other.

It didn’t take that long for that rose petal trail to be forgotten, scattered and kicked aside as you both stumble towards the bed, your lips hungrily chase after each other. Needy hands rip each other’s clothes off while your blazing bodies smash against each other, the rose petals jump off the bed once it feels the weight shift of you two fall onto it. He groans into your lips, pulling away to leave a wet trail down your neck, collecting the expensive perfume he’s gotten you on his tongue.

Sylus loves to take it slow with you, his favorite thing to do is explore your body as if he hasn’t before. But tonight, tonight his movements are rushed, desperate to see you, to feel you. Pure love still in his eyes, needy hands never really able to linger on spot for too long. No other thoughts but just you and how his body craves more and more.

The tip of his cock pushes his hot sticky mess back into your sopping cunt, groans escaping past his lips. Your walls were so sweet, so velvety, so intoxicating that the thought of those chocolates has given him an addiction from how much he can’t seem to pull away from you, brushes away from his mind.. How overpowering his deep thrusts would be, not caring at all if this bed broke or how the building shook.

His thick cock engulfed into the warmth of your clenching walls, his large hands intertwined with yours as he swallows all the sweet and pretty sounds that escape past your lips with the shove of his tongue, taking him deeper than you possibly could. His balls ram into your remorselessly, placing hot wet kisses down your neck. Your words are jumbled due to his cock pumping and out of you relentlessly from your heat as if it were to split you in half.

Your orgasm hits you hard, his following right after. His face contorts into pure pleasure, one of the best images to grace your eyes and ears as you breathlessly chant his name. While you take your time catching your breath, he’d let his fingertips graze your arm, hand cupping the side of your face while his thumb rubs along your cheek, feeling his dick twitch inside you again.

Caleb:

Dinner was going by smoothly, key word was, until something shifted in both your bodies. The special Valentine’s Day meal he prepared for you was devoured, your bright smile whenever you bit into the food was proof enough that each bite hit the spot. Until you both got to the desert, the chocolate covered strawberries recipe he found online he rushed while prepping dinner. A few bites in, the room seemed to grow hotter, your appetites shifting and craved something much more enticing.

He’s already a whimpering mess once you pull away from his lips, feeling like the distance between you two were a million miles apart. The touch of your needy hands to try and rip his clothes off was painfully slow. He needed more and he knew you did too.

What was in that recipe? How much did he eat? His dick is so hard he thinks it might just explode before he even has a chance to feel your soaked walls. His desperation was so palpable that his needy whines ring in your ear as he slips it in, ripping off your panties beforehand while babbling ‘sorry sorry need you please please’ and that he’ll promise to get you new ones next time. You barely catch any of his words, your mind fogging with each drag of his cock against your sweet spot. Breathless praises for you slip past his lips, fanning your ear with his warm breath, making your velvety walls flutter and tighten around him in response.

His hips increase in speed and power, his name breathlessly escaping your lips as he knocks the air out of your lungs. His cock rubbed your walls so deliciously, making you forget the heat for a second, just for a second.

Spurts of his hot white cum into your body was not enough to please the ache in your bodies. Caleb only whines your name, pounding into your poor pussy with a merciless pace. He feels so guilty knowing he takes his time, he always takes his time with you but he’s chasing a high so desperately that his body is on autopilot, moaning pathetically into your ears. The sounds of wet skin and skin fill the kitchen for hours and hours, the special dinner he planned in mind growing cold but the one he held in his embrace growing hotter by the minute.

a/n extra: hihi again! here is my fluff valentines day headcanons and kinda where the scene in the story takes place: Valentine's Day

my past works: masterlist pg. 1 , pg. 2

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tuiccim · 10 months ago

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We're Gonna Burn

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Smut, Sex Pollen, Non/DubCon (because sex pollen), enemies to lovers.

Summary: When an exposure to a strange powder makes you feel as if you're burning to death, your only relief is in the person you hate the most.

A/N: Special thanks to my beta reader @whisperlullaby

We're Gonna Burn Masterlist

“What the hell was that, Barnes?” You practically yell as you push open the front door of the safe house you’d been directed to.

“I don’t know! I’ve never seen anything like it. God, the smell!” He shakes his head.

“It’s burned into my nostrils. All I can smell is that sweet flower smell. You’ve never seen that pink powder?” You throw your things to the floor, looking around the small, remote house.

“No, I’d tell you if I did, damnit! Why do you keep asking?” Bucky growls.

“You’re not the most forthcoming person! Shit, I think you’ve spoken more in the last two minutes than in the three months I’ve known you! Jesus, fuck, I’ve gotta get rid of this smell. I’m so fucking hot,” your voice gets smaller as you speak. You can’t think straight but head towards the bathroom, unzipping your tac suit and pulling it from your arms as you go. You slam the door and lock it. You turn the cold water on full blast and nearly fall over in your haste to get your suit off. The frigid spray helps for a few moments and you revel in it, but soon another type of heat begins to take over. Your clit throbs and when you place your hand between your legs, your wetness coats your fingers. The shower stops bringing relief and instead, the water coursing down your body seems to only make you hornier. You give in to the need that takes hold and circle your clit. It feels amazing and it takes only a couple of minutes for your orgasm to break over you. You bite your lip to hold in the moans, not wanting the asshat on the other side of the door to hear you.

Your body has a moment of relief but then the heat builds again, even quicker this time. You dip your fingers inside of you in a desperate attempt to stop it. The second orgasm you managed to pull did little to help your body and your fingers keep working furiously to bring another in hope of relief. Your moans are spilling from your lips without a care now. You just need to get this to stop. You’re disturbed when the door rattles and a fist bangs loudly.

“Open the door! I need to get in there,” Bucky bellows.

You wanted to scream at him to go away but you could barely form words. You hated the stupid supersoldier from the moment you met him. He questioned your every turn. Whether it was about your skill, experience, or motives. He never lets you get through a single conversation without making you feel like a lesser part of the team.

“Goddamnit, let me in!” He yells more loudly.

Nothing your hand was doing was helping any longer. You couldn’t think straight and, before you can make a move or form a thought, the door splinters open from a kick. A very naked Bucky comes through the door and your eyes widen as you see his cock standing at attention. He steps into the spray of the cold shower and growls. His hand works his cock furiously while his other rests on the tiles. His head falls forward as he lets the cold water fall down his back. You stand behind him, your hand still between your legs.

“Fuck, what’s happening to us?” you whimper as you lean your feverish forehead onto his back. The cool water does nothing to help but where your skin touches his tingles with relief. Abandoning all pride, you press your entire body to his and the fever seems to cool wherever you touch but your clit throbs even harder. Your cunt weeps, begging for attention.You rub yourself against him, your nipples pebbling at the contact with his back.

With a growl, Bucky turns around and you quickly back up to press your back against the wall of the shower. He stares at you, breathing hard.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble in your haze, “I don’t know what’s happening. I’m so hot and-”

You gasp as Bucky bends down, grabs your legs, and drags you up the tiles. You squeal and reach for any handhold as he puts your legs over his shoulders and attacks your clit with his tongue.

“Oh, fuck!” You scream as one hand lands on the ceiling to help you balance and the other buries in his hair. His tongue swirls over your clit expertly. His hands squeeze your ass as he gorges himself on you. It doesn’t take long for you to buck your hips as you come all over his face. As he sets you down, you squeeze your thighs together but your body simply screams that it wants more. You stare at each other, breathing heavily. “It’s not working. Nothing helps,” you whimper, tears forming. It’s obvious by watching him that this is affecting him almost as much as you. His supersoldier serum must be helping him but he was burning just the same.

Bucky sighs as he steps closer to you. He presses his forehead to yours with his eyes closed and whispers, “I think there’s only one thing that’s going to help.”

You put your arms around his neck, “Just do it!” You wrap a leg around his to encourage him and he lifts you up. He presses your back into the wall as he lines himself up with your entrance. He paused there for a second as if he was fighting himself. “Please, Barnes, please! I need it!” You can’t believe you’re begging the man you hate to fuck you but your body was demanding it and if he didn’t you were sure you would burn to death. If you had been thinking straight, you would probably prefer to burn but, at this moment, you wanted nothing more than to be filled.

“Goddamnit,” he whispers as he presses in. Your body bows with pleasure.

“Yes! Yes!” Your voice reverberates off the tile walls as you shout with relief. He begins to pump and your body trembles with each motion of his cock. He grabs your ass as he pounds into you and you know he’s as lost in the meeting of your bodies as you are. Your cunt flutters around him, pulling him in, begging for him to come inside of you. Your rational mind has gone completely silent and you are filled with only carnal lust. Every motion of his hips takes you higher and it’s all you want. “Don’t stop,” you grip his shoulders harder.

“Fuck,” Bucky grunts. He couldn’t stop if he wanted to and, truth was, this was the best thing he’d felt in a long time.

“Oh, God, oh, God, I’m- yes!” You release a long, high-pitched moan as you come. Your pussy grips his cock as his hips stutter. He comes with a long moan that makes you clench around him more firmly. You stay there for a few moments, catching your breath, and blessedly your body finally starts to cool. You release your legs from around his waist and he gently sets you down. You can’t look at him and instead maneuver yourself back under the cold spray. You rinse off quickly and step out of the shower. Wrapping yourself in a towel, you exit the bathroom to find your pack and some clothes. While you rifle through your pack, you feel your temperature creeping up again and then you double over from the intense wave that rolls over you. “No, no, not again,” you whisper to yourself. You look over to the broken bathroom door where Bucky still is and consider your options. Sex had given you the relief you needed but it was short lived. Your mind runs amuck with questions. What the hell was that powder? What was it doing to you? How long would this last? How many times would it take to stop this heat from trying to burn you alive? Was sex really the only relief you would find? Another pang hit and knocked the breath from your body. You were gasping in pain when an arm picked you up around your middle.

He was still wet from the shower and hadn’t bothered to dry off. The pains had hit him and he went to the only place he knew he could find relief. He carried you to the small bed in the house and set you down on your hands and knees. He grips your hips tightly and pauses for a moment as another rush of heat spreads over him, “I need-”

“Just do it,” your words come out in a rush, pressing back into him.

He enters you without preamble. Pulling you back to meet each motion of his hips, his moans give evidence of the pleasure and relief that the connection brings. You reach under you to play with your clit, trying to bring your orgasm on more quickly. Each of Bucky’s swift thrusts has you crying out with pleasure and he moves your hand away to bring you to orgasm himself. He wanted to feel you clench around him as you had before.

“Oh, fuck, just like that,” you whine, “Just like that, don’t- don’t stop, oh, fuck.”

Bucky moans as he feels your cunt flutter around his cock with your orgasm. The sounds you release are a hit straight to his cock and he comes hard, thrusting with each spurt into you. Breathing heavily, you both collapse on the bed. You lay on your side facing away from him while taking stock of your body. The relief you felt with your orgasm was short lived as heat began to build again after only a few minutes.

You feel like crying as your body radiates waves of heat. You turn over to face Bucky. He is lying on his back, his metal arm slung over his eyes, and his right hand fisting his hard cock. You make your decision quickly. Pulling his hand away, you straddle him and guide his cock inside of you. You move your hips slowly, hoping that perhaps if you stretched out the sex, it would keep the pain at bay longer. His hands grip your thighs as you rock slowly, his head is thrown back with eyes tightly closed. You looked at him for a moment and still couldn't believe that of all the teammates this could happen with, it had to be this asshole. When you first met him, you thought he was hot as fuck but as his personality (or lack there of) reared it’s ugly head you found him less and less attractive. Your anger at the situation grew as you rode him and you found yourself leaning forward, chasing your orgasm to just get this over with.

“Oh, fuck,” Bucky bucks up into you, causing you to cry out. He repeats the motion over and over again until your body spasms around him. He comes with a grunt as he watches your face contort with pleasure. You collapse on his chest without looking at him. You wondered if keeping your bodies connected would keep the heat from returning.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asks softly.

You sigh weakly as you felt the now familiar warmth beginning to spread, “I was hoping…” You let out a frustrated grunt, “I was hoping if we stayed touching it would be enough. But it’s starting again.”

“Yeah, me, too,” Bucky acknowledges his own heat building. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“You don’t know that. You can’t know that,” you grouse.

“I think… I think this might be a pheromone or something Hydra created to force procreation. I heard of the experiments but they abandoned it when it didn’t produce the results they wanted.”

“Which was?” You ask as your hips make slow circles. You can feel his cock quickly hardening inside of you.

“Naturally born supersoldiers,” Bucky strains out the words.

“So, we’re gonna have sex until we die or what?”

“Usually wore off in a few hours but until then…” he trails off as he gots lost in the sensations.

“Fuck,” you groan, partially out of frustration, partially from the pleasure his thick cock was producing.

“Basically,” Bucky says and you surprise yourself by laughing at the droll comment. You are even more surprised a second later when Bucky rolls you under him. He buries his face in your neck as he pulls your leg up higher and thrusts. You throw your head back as the pleasure begins to build again.

“Harder,” you whimper.

Bucky complies immediately and you whimper with each stroke. Grabbing onto him, you get lost in the feeling of his cock pounding into you sharply. You were glad that he at least was decent at this. Or was it that whatever the damn contaminant was made everything feel amazing? You were getting close with the steady way he fucked you and words started to pour out of your mouth. You were usually quite vocal in bed but hadn’t wanted to give Bucky the satisfaction. Now, you couldn’t stop yourself.

“Oh, god, it’s so good. Don’t stop, right there. It’s so fucking good. Oh, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna- fuck!” You let out a loud moan as you come hard and Bucky’s hips work even faster as he nears his own end. When he comes on a broken cry, your body revels in the feeling of him emptying himself in you.

The rational side of your brain sounded far away but was still screaming at the situation. In a moment of it managing to take hold, you push Bucky off of you and roll away from him. Breathing heavily, you pray that this is over. Surely, this was enough to satisfy anything. You will yourself to stay cool, to not allow the heat to return, to hold onto any shred of sanity you can find, but despite it all, the heat built again. You felt like screaming but you knew that nothing you did would help. You turn back to Bucky and say frustratedly, “Ready for another round?” You can’t meet his eyes but you knew neither of you could handle the pain and heat. You needed each other.

Bucky turns to you, “Hey.” He waits, wanting you to look him in the eyes but you just stare at his chest. “Hey.”

“What?” You say waspishly, still refusing to meet his gaze.

“Never mind,” he says as he grabs you and pulls your back against his chest. His cock nudges you from behind and you maneuver your hips to allow him entry. His thrusts are quick and sharp but his fingers on your clit are pure magic. He’s learned your body quickly but instead of leading you straight to orgasm this time, he works you to the precipice and then backs off repeatedly. You understood what he was trying to do. He was trying to prolong the sex in hopes of not having to come inside you any more than he already had but it was as if your body only got angrier with each denial.

“It’s not working! Just let me come!” You finally cry out, your frustration having reached its breaking point.

“Say it,” Bucky growls.

You wrack your muddled brain trying to grasp what he wants and latch on to the only word you can find, “Please!”

“No, say my name.”

You would normally reel angrily at a command from him but the effects this powder had on you makes you compliant from need. You stutter as your tongue tries to cooperate, “B- Barnes.”

“No,” he says darkly, “Say it.”

“Bucky,” you grind the word out through your teeth. You had never once called him that. It had always been some variant of his last name. You felt even more vulnerable now.

Bucky doesn’t utter a word but he moves his hips faster and his fingers do their job. When you finally come, your whole body spasms and you scream. The sound was foreign to your ears but the orgasm just kept going. You fluttered around Bucky’s cock, milking him of cum. You stay in that position for the next two rounds of sex. Then you got on top again to give Bucky a break but this time you faced away from him. You couldn’t look at him. When you had rode him to two orgasms and yourself to utter exhaustion, he turned you on your stomach to fuck you again. You lost count of the number of times you had sex. More orgasms than you’d ever had in your life were accomplished and you didn’t have any clue how many times he came. You fucked until you both passed out.

Waking up fourteen hours later, you felt as if you had the worst hangover you’d ever experienced. You glance at the spot Bucky had been in but he was gone. On the table by the bed was a couple of bottles of water, a protein bar, and a bottle of pain reliever. You raised your eyebrow at the items but just shrugged as you tore into all of them. You notice your pack is by the bed and you get up to put clothes on. The first thing you notice is the soreness between your legs but really your whole body hurts. You listen for a moment but don’t hear anything in the house. Peeking out the door, you see the empty living room and slip into the bathroom. You shower quickly, trying not to remember what happened in the small space just yesterday.

You jump when a knock sounds while you are dressing. You call out, “Yes?”

“Exfil will be here in five minutes,” Bucky says through the broken door.

“I’ll be right out,” you say. Your stomach is in knots. You can’t imagine facing him after everything. Would he act like nothing happened or gloat like the asshole he is? You wonder if you will ever be able to look him in the face again. You look at yourself, surprised that you still look the same as you did yesterday because you know you’ll never be the same again. But you didn’t have time to dwell on that. Now, you had a jet to catch.

Part 2

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misserabella · 2 months ago

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could u pls write a fic/blurb of virgin spencer having fantasies of being dominant 🩷 btw live ur work!!!

my first orgasm goes to you! ♡

cw; +18 content, minors dni!!, watching of p0rn, bondage, dom and sub dynamics, spencer’s livid mind, imagining of spanking, male masturbation (spencer), dirty talking (he talks to himself while he thinks of you)…

okay… so spencer doesn’t know how he’s gotten into this situation.

he’s not one to… indulge in this kind of activities.

intelligence is correlated with sexual desire. most evidence indicates a negative correlation between intelligence and sexual activity. researchers find that higher intelligence is associated with a delay in the initiation of a wide range of partnered sexual activities, from holding hands to sexual intercourse —that’s why he was still a virgin— . statistically though, scientists have discovered that, the higher the sex drive of the individual.

but spencer could probably count the times he has masturbated in his 25 years of life with one hand. he just… didn’t get the need.

well, that was a lie. there was obviously a need. a physical one. he, like any other man, woke up with morning wood every morning. but there wasn’t a… psychological one. he had never… fallen in love. sure. he could find beauty in a woman. even a man. but… he just didn’t…

couldn’t finish.

he had tried. made research. tried again…

and when he couldn’t make it. he would gave up.

spencer reid has never had an orgasm.

until today.

after trying pretty much everything. he tried the thing he wished he’d never have to use: porn.

just a few clicks and he was into one of the million of pages for it. and there was a lot of… content. a lot of options in which you could choose from.

but one video caught his attention. it was about dom/sub dynamics, and a little bit of bondage. he had informed himself about them, and curiosity won as he clicked on it.

his eyes widened when the view of a beautiful —and completely naked— woman caught his eyes. her wrists were tied to the posts of the bed in which she was laying, cries and mewls leaving her lips along with some ‘stop’s and ‘it’s too much!’s. in between her thighs, a man of his complexion —although spencer was more skinny, lean, but skinny—, laid, devouring her cunt as if he were starved, arms keeping her pinned, still, as the woman tried to scape from the pleasure and overstimulation, hips jerking against the man’s face, thighs shaking, tears streaking down her face.

but what really did it for spencer was not the sight, it was the fact that the woman looked like you. same hair and eye color, same complexion, same full lips… if he took off his glasses he could…

no. that was wrong.

you were his coworker.

it didn’t matter if he’s had the biggest crush on you since you had joined the team a year ago, or that he was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with everything that made you… you.

he had never fantasized about you. well, he had. how couldn’t he, you were beautiful, and smart, and kind, and… and he couldn’t control his subconscious mind while being asleep or what he would dream of. so of course he had had wet dreams about you.

but he had never touched himself with you in mind. he believed that you didn’t deserve to be objectified like that.

so he wouldn’t.

he tried and focus on the video. on the moans, on the groans and touches. and it worked. he was hard. he teased himself over his slacks, slowly, a breath leaving his lungs before pulling down the zipper and pulling down his pants and underwear, releasing his semi and taking it in his hand with a sigh.

he focused on the video, cheeks reddening at the embarrassment he felt for be doing this. but he had to try.

slowly, he started to jerk his cock, long drawn out faps from the tip to the root. he moaned as he played with the sensitive and weeping slit on the head, before continuing.

but after minutes and minutes of trying, his high wouldn’t come. he groaned and stopped. of course it wouldn’t come.

a flash of you passed through his mind and thoughts of you in the position of the woman in the screen, with him being in between your thighs, making you feel good, making you feel so good you couldn’t take it. but he would make you take it.

his cock twitched, and he groaned as he started moving his hand right back up. he was just so desperate to cum. it hurt. and he just couldn’t not think about you. he did all the time. also. you wouldn’t know right? it would just be this one time.

he took off his glasses, and went back to the video, where now the man was pushing up and in between his thighs, pulling a scream from the woman when he thrusted inside her, fast and hard.

spencer’s pupils were blown, his breathing ragged. it’s as if he could see you, see him. fucking you just like that man was fucking the woman. pounding into her swollen, overstimulated and squelching cunt over and over again, pulling his legs up against her chest in a mating press, reaching so deep he was on her cervix.

‘i can’t please. i can’t! it’s too much!’

spencer whimpered, going faster, hearing the woman cry. would you cry too? would you beg him to stop? would you beg him for more? how would you sound moaning his name? screaming it?

“fuck.”

please spencer, i can’t take it anymore, it’s too much!!!

he could almost hear it. your sweet voice lost in pleasure. could feel your plush soft skin under his fingertips as he’ll spank your thigh, taste the salt on your skin as he’d suck on your neck and chest.

“take it. fucking take it. you know you want it. you know you want this cock.”

he got lost in the moment, pretending with his eyes closed that the moans of the woman were your moans, moving his hand at the punishing ruthless rhythm the man fucked her.

jesus, this felt good…

more spencer, give me more!

“you want more?”

yes, please, please spencer, fuck me more, fuck me harder!

“holy fuck. yeah, i’ll fuck you harder.” his fist moved faster up and down his cock, slicked in his precum. “i’ll fuck you so hard you’ll have a hard time walking for days.” he tightened his hold. “fuuuuuck.” he moaned your name. “you’re so tight. so perfect for me. taking it so well… you were made for this. for taking my cock, hm?”

yes, yes, only for you spencer… i want you to cum inside. please cum inside. breed me, spence.

he groaned, his eyes rolling, a new unknown tight feeling growing in his lower stomach, his dick leaking and twitching like crazy.

“you want me to cum inside? inside this pretty little cunt? want me to breed you? leave you full and dripping?”

he could picture you, nodding, babbling, pleading.

“then take it. take my fucking cum. gonna fuck it so deep… right into your womb. fuck. take it take it take it!”

and with a last moan, his world was breaking up, vision whitening, whole body spasming as thick heavy loads of creamy white cum shot out of his cock, making a mess out of his wooly vest and hand. he was moaning, groaning and gasping, continuing to move his hand through his high, until nothing else was coming out. the video had ended long ago.

he looked up at his blurry ceiling. and groaned.

fuck.

he had just had his ever first orgasm.

and the reason had been you.

@cafekitsune ‘s separators!

@kittyisick ty for your support angel, hope you like it!💋

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foldingfittedsheets · 1 year ago

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I’ve been fired exactly once in my life. In my early twenties I was working at a pizza place. The pizzas were artisanal, thin crust and personal. They’re a huge chain now but when I first started the company was in its infancy. It was the wild west of management, and the core investors would frequently stop by to check on things. One of these people was this round little man with rage issues. A knock off Danny Devito with no charisma at all.

His favorite thing to do was to come in on a Friday or Saturday night. We'd be at our stations: taking orders, making pizza, manning the oven, finishing orders off, running the cash register. He'd shove his way onto the line and start rearranging people. "You, get off orders and work the cash register, you come over and make the pizzas!" With a line of customers snaking out the door he'd throw off all our grooves and rattle us.

Then, inevitably, a mistake would happen.

When it did he'd call the person over and say, "Hey c'mere. You're fired." Just like that. No inflection, just a flat "You're fired." It was absolutely a power kink, and because of his involvement the average turn over was three months. You were a veteran at five months.

One night there was only three of us manning the front. I took an order than went to the cash register to ring them out before I made the pizza. This horrible man watched that then called me into the back. I didn't know if I was about to be fired. But I wasn't. In fact, he had one other move besides firing people. He yelled.

In the back he absolutely lost his mind screaming at me for being on the cash register. I'm talking veins popping, spit flying, red with rage, this man just started bellowing nonsensically about where I should be and how I was just such a failure. It was truly like his brain had shut off, nothing he was saying even made sense. I stood there in the face of this tirade for a minute and then set a record for being the first person to ever cut him short by bursting into tears.

He instantly stopped yelling and it was like Jekyll and Hyde. He was remorseful and consoling, deeply embarrassed by my display of emotion. All my male coworkers just took the abuse but faced with my weeping he about faced and instantly backed off. I went outside to cry and when I came back in he pretended it had never happened.

That was the state of things. The investors knew they desperately needed to keep this man out of the stores, but they couldn't just give him the boot. They needed to move him aside and fill his position with someone. The store manager was this lovely woman who had hired me on the spot at my interview. The entire staff adored her. She was the best fit to get this roided out investor out of the stores for good.

Her replacement was this man called Anthony. He was instantly loathed by the entire staff. Condescending, critical, and lazy he started off his reign by letting go a core lead who "back talked." He spent a whole morning berating the opening crew because the closing crew (who had sold 100 more pizzas than we were even supposed to have on hand) had forgotten to windex the doors. He left the entire crew to close without him while he flirted with a girl who wasn't his pregnant girlfriend. He hired his roommate to replace the lead he fired and even that guy hated his guts.

Our antipathy toward him made him paranoid and resentful and one by one he started finding excuses to fire the whole staff, certain that if he could clean house he'd be able to do the job. My time came, and he sat me down with his boss, my former manager. She cried as he announced I wasn't personable enough and used too many pepperonis.

I looked at her, the woman who had trained me on how many pepperoni to use, but she said nothing. What could she say? He was the boss now and had determined I was going to be let go regardless. Too many in this case was seven. Seven pepperonis on a personal pizza. The correct number was five according to him, which is one pepperoni per slice, and one in the middle.

I sat there for a moment, taking it in. I smiled at my old manager, obviously miserable. I looked back at him and said, "You're a terrible manager, you're doing the worst imaginable job." I outlined some of the things he'd done so she could hear them, then I stood up and left. I made it to the back room before I started crying.

I found out later through a bus boy that he replaced the whole staff with college kids who had such limited availability that the store couldn't run, then quit three months later leaving the whole place in shambles. Most of the old staff returned, but I'd moved onto the sex shop already and was enjoying a job with significantly less risk of being fired on a whim.

However I do have to disclose on job applications if I've ever been fired. I always says yes and list the reason as, "Excessive use of pepperoni." It has never failed to get a laugh from my interviewer.

#ramblies #ffs foibles #funny #story #writing #pizza #fired

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naomi-nana · 8 months ago

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✎ᝰ. in the name of you .

in a world where everyone forgot their own religion, it's not wrong for luka to look at your ethereal self and immediately mistake you for a divine being, no?

featuring : luka

cw : female reader, implied stalking(for just a little), luka is obsessed with reader, luka isn't obsessed with hyuna in here for the sake of the story lol🙇‍♀️

a/n : i made a till one, and now i'll make a luka one! i was trying to make it seems as if luka is obsessed with reader, but i was having a hard time showing it, and ended up making it seems like luka had become a better person after meeting reader lmfaoo😭🙏

from the moment humans were taken away forcefully by those disgusting aliens—they all had forgotten about their creators. the one who gave them life, the one who gave them the will to continue living. each day felt like a stab to the heart, it feels as if someone had taken your lungs out of your body, before putting it back inside again.

it feels empty, like a void.

while all the kids run around anakt garden happily, although not genuinely, all luka could do was lean on one of the trees, while holding his knees close to his chest. what can he do? what does people expect him to do? he is a weak child, a child born with diseases, a child unable to live without support from others, including the tree he is currently leaning on. without anything to lean on, to hold on to, what was he supposed to do, weak and dependent as he was?

nothing. he could only weep himself to sleep every day, and it changes nothing. he has heard from the other kids that there is a powerful divine being that could help you in times of distress, how it's called god, how you're supposed to believe in it for it to help you, and he did. luka believed in god for a day, but nothing had changed. his everyday life had remained the same.

like waking up early, even though he doesn't know what time it is because of all the fake painted skies the aliens put in the garden, go eat breakfast with the other kids, with no one else sitting besides—"hey, is this seat occupied?" in the midst of the suffocating silence, a cheerful, almost unreal voice had reached his ears. he had first thought that it was just his imagination, his desperate feelings of wanting to be accompanied by someone. but it wasn't, as the voice echoed in his ears once again.

"uh, hello...? did i catch you on a bad day? i'm so sorry, i'll find another seat then." after what felt like a minute, he finally looked up at the person talking to him, only to notice that they're gone. he clenched his fist in regret. he should've looked up earlier, he should've answered whoever that was, but he didn't. such a shame, he thought to himself.

after half an hour, luka finished his breakfast and was getting ready to leave, before being stopped by someone whose voice was so familiar to him, it almost feels as if he is dreaming. "hey, um... i'm really, really sorry for bothering you earlier. as an apology, i got some bread for you!" that cheerful voice had struck something inside him, his eyes grew wide slightly, and his hand trembles at the sight of you. if he were to believe in the divine, he would immediately get down on his knees and pray for you, an angel.

your soft gaze, your skin that looks almost as delicate and fragile as a glass, and your small fingers offering him the bread you got for him. it took him almost a minute to react, and all that came out of his mouth is just a small gasp, so small that even you can't hear it. "don't tell anyone about this though, but i stole it from someone's unfinished breakfast! so take it, please?" you shoved the bread to his face, which made him raise his eyebrows. but he took it anyway.

he examines the bread carefully, to which you took great offense. "i won't poison you, so there's no need to look at it so intensely!" you pout at him. if you squint your eyes really hard, you can notice the faintest hint of smile on his face, and probably the first time he has ever smile so genuinely.

his everyday routine had consisted of the same, basic thing. but, now that you talked to him, it changed his life forever. it changed his views of the world, of everyone. some kids may have believed in the divine from the moment they were born, but luka just believed in the divine the moment she graced himself with her kindness.

from then on, whenever luka woke up and entered the garden, the first thing—or person he looks for, is you. whenever he went to the cafeteria, the first person he approached is you, and when luka went to his first performance on stage, the first person he looks for in the audience is you, holding a cream-colored lightstick.

whenever luka goes anywhere, the first person he looks for, thought of, and wishes to see first... is you.

his god, his universe.

and if he happens to notice some... imbecile, or other people trying to approach you, he won't hesitate to show them that no one can approach his angel without consequences. no one other than him.

naomi-nana. do NOT repost, do not use,(with or without permission), do not reccommend or talk about my works outside of tumblr.

#nao.writes #alien stage #alien stage fanfic #alien stage vivinos #alien stage luka #alnst luka #luka alnst #luka x reader #alien stage luka x reader #alien stage x reader #alien stage x you #alnst #alnst x reader #hihihihi

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oatmealwrites · 5 months ago

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JJK Warming You Up!

how they warm you when the heat is out! [NSFW]

non-curese au ig -> let me be happy

regular master list | JJK masterlist

Tags: established relationships, oral (m & f receiving), p in v, creampies galore, no protection, couch sex, semi public sex, car sex, breeding kink [sukuna], pure filth, maybe there's some plot [not rlly], 18+, MDNI, im so sorry in advance fr

Characters: Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Toji, Kamo Choso, Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Higuruma Hiromi, Ryomen Sukuna, Shoko Ieiri

not proofread

word count: 5.2k [IM SORRY OK im ovulating it's not my fault]

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Nanami Kento -> the heater is out!

The shared apartment is colder than you expect when you and Kento return home from a long day of work. Kicking your shoes off and heading for the thermostat to check the frigid temperature, you move to prepare dinner while your husband calls the heating company– confirming your suspicions that it was down for the whole neighborhood given the winter storm. You both eat a warm meal while heavy snow falls outside the window and the temperature remains steadily dropping.

After finishing dinner, you lay against his chest in a cuddled position on the couch beneath several layers of throw blankets. Kento always insists on watching the evening news to stay up to date on current events while you nuzzle into his neck in an attempt to stay warm.

His gaze is intently focused on the news anchor going over the current stock market reactions to geopolitical tensions, but his hand falls from your waist to play with the hem of your work skirt. It’s a long, professional, knee-length fabric that he pushes up slightly to rest his hand in between your plush thighs.

“Kento– your hands are cold.”

“Hmm?” he hums, clearly not caring. “But it’s so warm here.”

You can’t see his fingers underneath, but you can certainly feel them. He keeps kneading and pinching the flesh as you paw at him to keep his cold hands to himself. Kento keeps up his ministrations for a few more minutes until he eventually guides you to lay flat against the sofa cushions; without a word he plants a quick kiss to your lips before dipping under the blankets.

It’s his favorite to warm you up, so why not do it now when you really need it the most? ;)

He takes his time eating you out from underneath the fuzzy fabric; your skirt is hiked up to your waist and he simply pushes your panites to the side to make room for his mouth. Breath hot on your weeping cunt, his nose ruts against your puffy clit as his tongue works its way inside. The sighs escaping your lips are a siren’s call as he pathetically grinds into the cushions in a poor attempt to relieve the erection hard in his slacks.

No matter how many times you and Kento get physical, it always feels so fresh and erotic. The messy french kiss he’s giving your pussy leaves a pool of saliva and slick staining the fabric of the couch beneath your hips. Slipping in a slim long finger, he drags his tongue further up to lick and suck at your clit.

He continues pumping his finger in and out, adding in a second one to grind against your walls in search of your g-spot; the way you whimper and twitch is indication when his finger pads rub against it. The feeling is euphoric and the temperature no longer causes you discomfort. Sweat beads at Kento’s forehead and pulling back and up from the blankets, his hair is slicked back from the heat generated.

He doesn’t let you pout long, upset at your denied orgasm, before he shimmies down his slacks and boxers and kicks them to the living room floor. Delicious length grinds on your lower navel a few times, admiring the way his length measures to just how deep it’s about to be inside you, before he slaps your clit with his flushed tip for good measure and slides in.

Sex with Kento when it’s cold out is never one round; his stamina keeps up as he’s determined to make sure you keep warm. And the best way to do that? With your feet on his shoulders as he pumps you full of multiple loads of his hot cum. He’s not satisfied until he’s shooting blanks, there are fat tears coating your eyelashes, and there’s so much cum leaking from your pussy it makes you groan at the sensation of being so stuffed.

What a gentleman~

Fushiguro Toji -> no cold feet!

It’s impossible to get warm at all as you shuffle beneath the covers of your shared bed. Your knees are originally tucked into yourself for warmth, but when your back hurts from the angle, you kick them out again with a shiver. You’re tucked into Toji with your back nuzzled in his chest, but the body heat isn’t enough to ease the chill in your bones. With a gruff sigh, you frown when he holds you still as if the temperature doesn’t affect him at all.

Though you’re pretty sure he’s the one who forgot to pay the heating bill.

You shuffle around once more before a strong forearm holds your waist firmly into him.

“Stop fucking moving.”

With a sigh, you halt your squirming; the deep and tired sound of his voice making you feel a little guilty for the way your movements have woken him up. But it’s no use, the cold sheets keep you shivering despite the way his hot breath pants on your neck.

You wait to hear his light snores even out before shuffling once again; the grip on your hips tightens to a vice.

“Stop putting your cold feet on me.”

“Ughh, Tojiii” you whine out and place the soles of your feet on his hot calves again. “I can’t help it.”

An annoyed sigh escapes his lips and with minimal effort he flips you over and onto your back; a strong muscular thigh splays your legs with his knee grinding into your cunt. A whimper escapes you at the movement.

“S’to keep your damn feet off mine.”

You furrow your brows at him and he responds by peeling an eye open and smirking devilishly at you. He flexes the muscles of his thigh to pulse against your clothed pussy and leans in to place a few hot open mouth kisses along your neck.

“Toji–” You warn.

He chuckles into your throat and lifts himself up to hover over you; his leg still between your own. “Hmm? Not my fucking fault, you’ve been grinding your ass into my crotch all night.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down a bit, a bratty look on your face. “I can’t help it! It’s too cold!”

He latches his lips to yours and slowly replaces his thigh with the erection pulsing in his gray sweatpants; a small stain of precum already pooling from arousal. A calloused hand pinches your pajama pants and tugs them down and off your ankles before tossing them to the floor.

The coolness makes you shiver and huddle into yourself while Toji tuts in disappointment before splaying you open once more. Impatient hands tug down his own sweatpants and kicks them off somewhere under the sheets before a long finger dips to slide up and down your slick folds.

“Shiiiit, you all worked up already? Did you plan this?”

You roll your eyes and tug him down to kiss you again, that way his cocky mouth wouldn’t piss you off anymore. He chuckles a few times before sitting back on his heels to peel off his boxers and free his cock from the confines of fabric; instead of reaching forward to place himself at your hips again, he throws your calves over his shoulders.

“S’the only way to keep those fucking ice cold toes off of me.”

The rest of the night he ensures each position he fucks you in is one where your feet are no where near him. Over his shoulders, behind him when he pounds into you in doggy, even in a mating press he ensures your icicle-like appendages are nowhere near him. Even when you're both panting, covered in sweat, and loads of hot thick cum is seeping pathetically from your abused cunt, Toji ensures when you lay back down for bed, your cold feet are as far away as possible.

Kamo Choso -> matching sweatshirts look better on the floor!

When your boyfriend initially invited you to his and his brother’s apartment, you figured it would be like any other casual movie night. Instead, you sit shivering at the kitchen island while Choso and Yuji try to figure out why the central air is stuck on ‘cool’ instead of ‘heat’, and Nobara and Megumi move to turn the oven on in an attempt to get some sort of hot air.

Arms tucked into yourself, you’re beyond grateful for wearing a hoodie to the apartment and not the original tee you had initially planned on. It’s a sweatshirt that matches with Choso, having exchanged them during the holidays as a cute couples gift; though now the fabric barely warms your chilled skin up at all.

“Here, let’s get you something thicker to wear ok?” Choso’s voice mumbles concern in your ear as strong arms wrap around your waist; gentle kisses litter your neck in a silent apology for the temperature.

You hum in agreement and hop off the island stool while Nobara, Megumi, and Yuji head over to the couch to start a movie and collect every throw blanket available. Choso’s room is slightly messy, his bed unmade and some clothes littering the floor, but you don’t mind as he digs through his drawers in search of sweatpants.

When he tosses them to you, you don’t hesitate to slide down the cool fabric of your jeans and kick them to the side; Choso stands idly by the door eyeing the way your purple panties hug your ass just right.

“Take a photo perv, it’ll last longer.” You muse while holding up the sweatpants to see how long they might fall on your legs.

Choso laughs gently before twisting the lock on the bedroom door and pushing down the fabric in your hands, preventing you from putting them on.

“Hm? What are you doing Cho?”

He hums and reaches up to pull the elastic bands from his hair; ears pink from the cold and now hidden from his shaggy hair falling freely down. It’s a move he only does when he wants you to notice him, and with a knowing smile you wrap your arms around his neck and tilt your head to the side. “Oh, what are you thinking?”

Warm hands rub circles on your pelvic bones before dipping down to knead the flesh of your ass. “Just that I know another way to warm you up…”

“Really? What’s gotten you so suddenly in the mood.”

Choso leans down to sucks gentle marks on your neck above where the fabric of your sweatshirt rests; his hands peel back the waistband of your panties before releasing the elastic band to smack against your hips. “Just really like seeing you in that hoodie… s’cute when we match.”

Ever the possessive boyfriend, you giggle at his honesty and drag him backwards until the back of your thighs meet his disheveled bed; he tugs off the matching sweatshirts from both of your bodies. Planting a few more kisses to your neck before pushing you flat against his comforter and tugging the wet gusset of your panties down slightly. Large dark eyes bat innocently at you in a silent request for permission.

As soon as you rest on your elbows and nod, the fabric is tugged down your ankles and thrown with the other pile of clothes that litter his floor. Sinking immediately to lean against the bed, Choso throws a leg over his shoulder and attaches his lips to your cunt like a starved man. He doesn’t stop until your hands are nearly ripping out chunks of his hair and his chin is shiny with your slick painting his flesh.

Choso just likes to make sure you’re comfortable in this cold weather is all! He may be a bit jealous, overprotective, and possessive…but it’s just ‘cause he loves you so much. He just wants you to be warm– so he leaves your pussy dripping out loads of his cum while you all watch a movie. Sitting on the couch in his sweatpants, pussy aching from the abuse and rounds it just took, Choso keeps his hands under the blankets and cupping your cunt, pushing his seed back inside when too much leaks out.

Geto Suguru -> steamy shower sex!

It’s sooo damn cold in his apartment to the point you’re wondering if you two should call a friend to stay somewhere else. Your flat’s electricity went out in the winter storm and it seems like the heat in Suguru’s building has just cut as well. Your boyfriend sits at his laptop in the kitchen while you shiver at his side, convinced you can see your breath in the room.

Suguru has already recommended you simply head to bed, but the cold sheets without your personal space heater left you wandering back to the kitchen after only 5 minutes. Peering at his laptop screen, you notice the way his work load seems to be more intense than initially anticipated and with a small sigh, you head to take a warm shower.

Steam pouring up from the glass wall of the shower door, you shut your eyes and enjoy the boiling water that provides warmth to your skin. The feeling is so comfortable that you remain in the bathroom for longer than you had anticipated, jumping at the sound of Suguru opening the door.

“Hey, I just gotta brush my tee–” He pauses in front of the half fogged wall and raises an eyebrow while letting out a low whistle. “You’re naked.”

Rolling your eyes, you wipe away the condensation as he wolfishly smiles at you. “Yea, how ELSE do you shower?”

Your boyfriend ignores your tease and steps back to peel off his layers and kick them haphazardly to the floor. Steam escapes when he pulls the shower door back and steps in, crowding you to the cool tiles of the opposite wall.

“Need some help?”

Giving Suguru a knowing smile that his ‘help’ was more than simply washing your back, he lazily smiles and grabs your hips to press against his own. Nipples hard from the cool temperature of the wall and the arousal of your boyfriend’s touch, you wrap your arms around his neck and tug him into the water.

It starts off tame, kissing under the water and giggling when you’re both nearly waterboarded from the pressure, until he slicks your soaked hair back and gently guides you to your knees. Dark pubes tickling your nose and his weeping cockhead scraping your throat, Suguru sighs pathetically above you at the pleasure coursing through him.

Gently face-fucking you under the water, he guides your mouth off him before he can cum embarrassingly early and lifts you to your feet to push you flush against the glass door. It’s the easiest way to warm you up of course– from the inside out.

Tits squished against the glass, Suguru guides your ass back and guides his cock up and down your drenched folds a few times before sinking in. It’s the same delicious stretch your poor cunt can never get used to; the length of his shaft is held in a vice grip as you flutter around him in an attempt to accommodate his size.

It’s the warmth you’ve been needing this cold evening, and Suguru is more than happy to provide it. Skin against skin under the hot stream of water, he’s dead set on making sure you won’t be complaining about the temperature again. And if the generous load of cum he pumps into you happens to drip from your swollen pussy and get washed down the drain…he’ll have to be a good boyfriend and simply fill you up again.

Gojo Satoru -> fogged up windows, even though the heater isn't on!

You’ve told Satoru a million and one times before to get his car checked out before the winter storm, and every single time he’s waved you off. Insisting that he can only get his car serviced at Mercedes dealership mechanics, he put off getting his air system fixed and now they’re booked for the next two weeks. In the middle of a winter storm.

The two of you sit in Nanami’s work parking lot, waiting for him to finish so you three can meet Suguru, Shoko, and Haibara for a group dinner.

“It’s freezing” you complain in the passenger seat, shivering despite your puffer coat and scarf.

Satoru tries to act as nonchalant as possible, as if the cold wasn’t that bad, though the puffs of his breath you can see in the air prove otherwise. Before you can mumble another ‘i told you so’, there’s a ping on your phone from the communal group chat.

From: Nanamin–

Sorry, it will be another 20 minutes. I’ll try to finish as soon as possible.

You sigh and Satoru moves to shut the engine to save gas; the two of you sit in a small silence scrolling on your phones until your boyfriend has seemingly had enough and unclicks his seatbelt.

“Are you going in to get Na–”

“Backseat.”

An eyebrow raising at the command, Satoru pleads his eyes into yours while plastering a partial smirk on his lips. “We can warm the car that way. If you want to, princess.”

Biting your lip and thinking about it for a moment, you nod and follow him over the center console and to the back row of his car. It starts with you on his lap, grinding on his lap through the denim on his thighs while he pushes your skirt up to your waist. Sloppy kisses are exchanged as his hands squeeze and grab at the plush flesh on your hips and ass until neither one of you can wait any longer.

Satoru guides you off him for a moment to hastily release the button and fly off his jeans before shoving them and his boxers down to his mid thighs. He grabs you by the hips to reclaim your previous seat before whining at the sudden hindrance of your heat-tech tights blocking him from your pretty pussy.

“Ah, I forgot… it’ll be hard to get them off in here..”

Lips pursed in frustration, you don’t notice when Satoru reaches forward to the console cup holder to grab his car keys; sitting back down, he grabs the fabric around your crotch and tears through it with the metal ignition key.

“H-Hey!”

“I’ll buy you new ones. 10 more. Whatever you want…just–just sit. Please baby.” He begs in a desperate breath; needing to feel your cunt wrapped around him now, as if waiting until after dinner might kill him.

The way you ride him is enough to cause employees getting off work to raise an eyebrow at the way the white Mercedes seems to rock in the parking lot. Windows fogged up from the body heat, Satoru keeps desperate hands on your hips to rock back and forth while his feet are planted firmly to thrust up into you deeper.

He’s doing his loving boyfriend duties– ensuring the car will be nice and warm for you ;)

It’s mind numbing, and no coherent thoughts can form on your lips when the pace increases to bully your g-spot over and over again. Hips twitching as you grind further to rub your swollen clit on his pubes, the friction makes you fall forward as your orgasm washes over you.

Satoru throws his head back; Adam’s apple bobbing sluttily as he groans your name like a mantra as he stuffs your cunt full of hot ropes of cum. Panting to catch your breaths, the ping of the group chat leaves you both scrambling back to the front seats.

Your skirt is barely on by the time Nanami opens the back passenger door and clicks on his seat belt. “Oh, did you get your heating fixed, Satoru?”

Higuruma Hiromi -> offering you his jacket!

It’s hard to hide your shivers as you sit across from your lovely boyfriend at dinner; the front door to the restaurant opens every few minutes as people come in and out and cause gusts of cold wind to fill the air. Hiromi had reserved a table with the best view of the city, and unfortunately that also meant being seated near the exit.

You wave it off at first, not wanting to spoil the evening and just enjoy the night with your boyfriend who was finally able to get out of work early for once. He frowns at each of your shivers and surveys the restaurant in case any other tables might be open; frowning when he sees the place is totally booked. He had planned for this evening to be perfect– he wanted to show you how much your company means to him and ask if you would like to move in with him.

When the door opens again and lets in another cold breeze from outside, Hiromi swallows hard as your nipples harden through the flimsy fabric of your satin mini dress. How you can call it a dress is beyond him– your tits are basically spilling out of it.

Coughing slightly, he stands up and shimmies off his suit jacket and drapes it over your shoulders to assist in warming you up. The musky cologne he always wears leaves you sighing into the fabric while Hiromi only realizes how fucked he is…you’re even sexier wearing it.

Wondering if maybe he should just propose to you instead, he snaps out of his thoughts when your heeled foot grazes his thigh from under the table. Before a word can leave his lips, the tip of your shoe playfully pushes on his erection; a coy smile adoring your lips while blink at him.

The entire moment is too much for either one of you; the door opening every minute and the both of you dripping in primal desire. Naturally, being the doting and devoted boyfriend he is, Hiromi offers to meet you in the single-room bathroom to ‘warm you up’.

That proposition is how you end up with hands on the marble sink counter top, dress hiked up to your waist, and suit jacket still on as your boyfriend fucks you from behind. The intensity of each thrust leaves your acrylic nails painfully bending at the way your fingers attempt to dig into the marble for support and Hiromi doesn't let up the pace when you whimper in pleasure as his tip bullies against your g-spot.

The hand on your mouth to keep you quiet does little to deafen the way his heavy balls smack into your ass and the squelch of your pussy from your prior orgasm. (Hiromi can’t fuck you without eating your cunt out and grinding his nose against your clit– it would be like eating the main course before the appetizer if he didnt.)

His cock reaches deep in your womb as Hiromi is babbling about a million different thoughts from behind you; drunk on the way your pussy wraps around him so perfectly, like it was made to take him. Stuttering his hips and throwing his head back in desperation, Hiromi thrusts a few more times before hot cum spurts into your pussy– all the while he’s begging you to finally move in with him… that way he can always make you warm and full ;)

Ryomen Sukuna -> sharing the bed in his childhood bedroom!

A favor to Jin to watch over Yuji for the weekend leaves Sukuna in his childhood home as a winter storm roars outside; complaining the entire first day, stating Yuji was old enough to be alone and that Jin was being ‘too soft’ on him. Though when his nephew begs to have his friends stay the night, Sukuna snatches the opportunity.

“You can have your stupid friends over… as long as my girl can come by too.”

Yuji rolls his eyes and makes a disgusted face with his tongue out. “Fine, deal.”

It’s freezing by the time you arrive, several inches of snow piled on the roads, and Sukuna doesn’t hesitate to pull you aside as soon as you enter the home. He had proposed you come over to entertain his nephew and friends with movies and cookies, though you knew it wasn't the real reason he called you over after 8pm.

With Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi asleep on the couch not even halfway through the movie, you and Sukuna sneak upstairs and into his childhood bedroom. Any other time you come to Jin’s house, you would spend time cooing at all the photos and memorabilia from years ago; tonight you’re being guided to the twin bed with impatient fervor.

Lips against his in a desperate manner, Sukuna whispers a few scolds when you moan just a little too loud when his mouth sucks fat hickies into the delicate flesh of your neck. Clothing peeling off to take advantage of the opportunity that the group downstairs was asleep, Sukuna pushes you flat onto his colorful childhood comforter. He places kisses down your navel and drags down your jeans and panties in one tug before settling comfortably between your thighs.

“Promise to take extra care of you later– just gotta be quick this one time, ok?”

Drunk in lust, you aren’t really sure if the man between your legs is speaking to you or your pussy, but you don’t care regardless. Sukuna sits forward to plant a few kisses to your puffy clit before rocking back onto his ankles and guiding his cockhead up and down your folds.

A knowing smirk on his face, he sinks in each of his nine inches inside, cursing with furrowed eyebrows at the immediate pleasure coursing through his veins. It’s a familiar stretch your poor pussy can never get used to, though he gives you a few moments to accommodate his splitting size before rocking in and out.

The small twin bed frame rocks into the wall with each thrust and Sukuna gives up on trying to keep it quiet– too focused on reaching both your highs than what his stupid nephew might think downstairs. It’s a disgusting thought that passes through his head really; fucking his cock deep in your pussy while your slick pastes his pubes to his pelvis, that in his childhood bedroom, the two of you could make a child.

That would warm you up right? All the times he can’t be there to keep you company while he’s at work– his kid in your stomach could.

Moans escape your pretty lips while Sukuna places his hands under your plush thighs and pushes them to fold into your chest; tits squishing from the pressure of your knees against them. It’s a mean mating press, and the image of you plump and swollen with his kid unleashes a fetish Sukuna didn’t think he had.

Thrusts sputtering at the image, Sukuna exhales pathetically and rocks his hips into yours a few more times before cumming embarrassingly early. Cum pouring from his weeping cock as he pumps his seed deeper and deeper, you wearily look up at him in shock and longing for your own release.

Sukuna’s a caring boyfriend who makes good on his promises though, and he pulls out before shimmying back down between your thighs. His erection is slowly softening despite his mind not any clearer post-nut; the sight of his cum dripping from your cunt has him reaching forward to push it back in with long fingers.

He mutters about cumming prematurely since you both hadn’t seen each other in a few days, but the way he eyes the photos of Jin and baby Yuji in the hallway later make you question his real motives.

Shoko Ieiri -> why is the doctor's office always so cold??

Why all medical buildings are freezing cold is beyond you– and your girlfriend’s office is no exception. Sitting in a swivel chair next to her as she fills out mountains of paperwork, you hug your arms into yourself at the frigid temperature. Maybe it’s your fault the cropped and tight baby tee you’re wearing isn’t the most appropriate given the weather, but it’s too cute not to wear. Besides, as much as Ieiri chides you for complaining, you can tell the way her eyes linger on your perky nipples through the fabric that she’s secretly enjoying the show.

“Ieiriiii”

“Hm?” She hums, not looking up from her patient’s file.

“Are you almost done? I’m freezing and hungry.”

She notes down a few symptoms of her current patient and types a few memos into her desktop computer; a coy eye lingers on your chest once again. “Yes I am. And don’t worry– I’m hungry too.”

Before you can pull up your phone for nearby restaurants, Ieiri is pushing back from her desk and sliding her chair away from both of you. Dropping to her knees, she grabs the bones of your knees and spins you to face her crouched body.

“Ieiri?”

“Mmmm– said I was hungry, didn’t I?”

In a simple motion, she splays your legs apart and peers up your skirt to admire the small arousal stain forming on your cute pink panties she had bought you last Valentine’s Day. You can’t even shut your legs in embarrassment, her strength keeping them open, and her hot breath fanning the flesh on your thighs.

Ieiri only looks up once with pupils blown wide before she pushes up the fabric of your skirt and happily inserts herself right in front of your cunt. The tip of her nose grinds against your clit through your panties while she licks hot stripes up and down the gusset to taste the slick that’s already been soaked through.

Hands in her hair and hot pants leaving your lips, you arch your back into the seat and shiver from the sensation and cool air of the office. Tugging your panties to the side, she repositions herself to allow her tongue to thrust in and out of your tight hole while an index finger rubs circles on your clit just the way you like.

It’s a disgusting french kiss she’s giving your cunt; occasionally spitting onto your pussy and using the mixture of saliva and arousal to insert her index and middle finger to replace her tongue. Her name leaves your lips in a desperate mantra as deft surgeon hands massage the rough spot in your cunt that leaves you twitching your hips into her mouth.

Ieiri peels back to watch your face as you come undone, loving the way that only she is the one making you feel so good; your hands are tugging at the hair on her scalp in a not-so-subtle way of letting her know of your impending orgasm. With a few more grinds of her fingers on your g-spot, you’re cumming hard onto her hands.

She doesn’t stop when you whimper in overstimulation, her lips attaching to your cunt again to lap up all the cum, until you tug her back wearily. Pussy drunk eyes gaze lazily at you through hooded lids as she rests her head onto your thigh; a smirk on her lips and cum coating her chin.

Ieiri is just being the good girlfriend she always wants to be for you. Eating you out in her office to keep you warm is just another task she’s happy to fulfill. ;)

i have no excuse for this fr...

a/n: am i behind on posting? yes. am i too busy watching got7 promotions for their new comeback? yes.

i really do mean to stay focused but it's hard when you're ovulating these fine ass men are posting for their new comback ok?

anyway~ sorry for the pure filth, I promise im working on finishing holiday hoes and the next chapters for da usual series

also: i need to reply to all the nice comments you all leave on here! i promise i see them and want to respond to each one bc YOU ARE ALL SO SWEET IT HURTS <333

comments/likes/reblogs all appreciated

i luv u sluts -oatmeal

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robo-writing · 6 months ago

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So that idea you had with 70s Logan being selfish while eating you out... could we get an expansion?

*cracks knuckles* let’s get into it

Logan loves pussy, short and sweet. His problem is that he loves it a little too much.

It makes for a great time with whatever lucky lady he’s got in his bed (or the couch. Or the kitchen.) but it also means that it’s going to be quite a while before he tires himself, if that even happens. Where his younger self differs is that he’s firmly rooted in his “I don’t need meaningful relationships” attitude so if he’s bringing someone to bed, it’s for one thing and one thing only.

He’s got an urge to satisfy, and you just so happened to be the nearest thing around.

That isn’t to say he’s a total asshole; he tells you up front not to expect anything more than what he’s offering, and if you don’t take his advice? That’s all on you. His deal is a simple one, take it or leave it.

Now, assuming you accept, you’ll be happy to know that he can talk the talk and walk the walk—that is to say, he’ll have your legs shaking within the first five minutes guaranteed. Something about his enthusiasm is half the show, the other half is how adamant he is about keeping his lips glued to your pussy.

Over and over again you cum—your weeping cunt crying out against his fingers, his smug grin as you beg him for a break—only to be met with the sounds of his tongue flicking at your clit. Your hands tug at his hair, begging him to stop, trying your damndest to wiggle free from his iron hold but he doesn’t budge in the slightest. If anything at all your movement just annoys him further, and in turn, makes him take out his anger on your sensitive cunt.

“Stop fucking movin’” he muffles against your sex, but it’s easier said than done. Even when you slap against his arms he doesn’t flinch, instead opting to glare at you from below while his fingers scissor you open.

“Stop being fuckin’ difficult—“ he starts, growling out when tears start streaming down your face. It’s immediately met with a slap to your puffy cunt, the shock of it sending you reeling forward.“Don’t whine, you asked for this.”

You want to argue, tell him you asked for a one night stand and not a torture session—unfortunately for you, your brain cells leak from your ears every time his beard scratches between your thighs.

And then, somewhere between the long-drawn out agony of your nerves being lit on fire is the smallest ember of pleasure. An echo, and then a roar, a spark that turns into a roaring fire and then something just clicks.

All of a sudden you’re going from stop, Logan, I can’t to yes, more, please between what little semblance of sanity you can muster.

The sudden change in attitude makes him grin. “Told you you’d enjoy yourself.”

#robo speaks #ask #logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett smut #wolverine #wolverine x reader #wolverine smut

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0deathpainting0 · 2 months ago

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roommate!jjk men (can be any chars u want) with shyish!reader who’s not opposed to the idea of being a free use slut whenever they feel like it 🦇

all yours

choso & mahito // geto & gojo // sukuna & toji

summary: your roommates slowly figure out you're not as shy as you seem

warnings: 18+ f!reader, swearing, pet names(baby, good girl, sweet girl, etc), teasing, free use, somno, masturbation(m), spanking, fingering, oral(m+f), face fucking, p in v, raw, creampies, roughish, shower sex, praise

a/n: didn’t know if you wanted a two for one again but i did <3 and babes i swear ur in my mind bc ive been wanting to write abt free use for a min !!

w/c: 6.2k was prepared to go on forever tho

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choso & mahito - 2.2k

The first time a line was crossed was when you walked into Mahitos room without knocking and found him sprawled out on his bed fisting his cock. Your eyes widened and you stood there frozen, unable to tear your gaze away. He didn’t stop or even try to cover up, actually a grin just formed on his face as he stroked himself a little harsher. His hips jerked up into his hand as he watched you squirm in his doorway with flushed cheeks.

Slowly your eyes started to travel up his torso and when they locked with his you whimpered. His eyes were dark and a little crazed and you watched his brow furrow as he searched for his pleasure. His cheeks were faintly flushed and he let out a low groan that had your attention drawn to his mouth. Lips slightly pouted and wet from running his tongue along them seemed like a forbidden invitation. He cursed lowly and you watched as he spilled cum over his hand still sloppily fucking his hand.

“Need something?” Mahito tilts his head with a lazy smile.

“‘m sorry.” you shake your head quickly and run to your room.

You didn’t avoid Mahito after that but you also couldn’t look him in the eyes. You would only look at him if you knew he was occupied with something else and with one glimpse you were left squeezing your thighs and trying to push away the image of him fisting his weeping cock. But when he would catch you he would be hovering over you instantly. Dipping down, letting his breath fan against your neck.

“Looks like you need something.” he chuckles when you shake your head. “No?” you shake your head again. “Go get Choso for me.” he watches you nod and disappear down the hall.

This wasn’t necessarily a line being crossed but it had the same effect on you nonetheless. You knocked softly on Choso’s door waiting for his response. He opened it and the sight you were greeted with had your heart pounding. His hair was still slightly dripping and a towel sat low on his hips. You opened and closed your mouth, not able to stop yourself from looking over every inch of him. When you finally looked up at his face he tilted his head slightly.

“D’you need something?” his voice washes over you.

“I..” you watch a drop of water drip from his hair down to his chest and you shake your head.

Choso watches as you walk to your room and quickly click the door shut. He shrugs before shutting his own door and continues to put his clothes on. When he opens his door again he’s greeted by Mahito about to knock on his door.

“Well how long are you gonna take? I asked for you like 30 minutes ago.” Mahito glares at Choso.

“No you didn’t?” Choso squints his eyes.

“I sent her here to get you.” Mahito looks around Choso’s room to see if you’ve made other plans.

“Oh,” Choso hums. “Nah, she knocked on my door and got all blushy before going to her room.” he shrugs, looking down the hall at your room.

When you heard knocks on your door you didn’t know what to expect. Maybe if you pretended to be asleep they would just go away but then came another set of knocks. You sigh and drag yourself out of bed and crack the door open. You hide a little more behind the door when you see it’s the both of them. They’re both fully clothed but your mind couldn’t care less. Heat blooms throughout your body as you look at them both standing in your doorway.

“Can we come in?” Mahito grins as the flush on your cheeks deepen.

“Mm,” you look back at your room not knowing how to get out of this. You feel like you’re going to combust if you look at them again.

“Or we can go to the living room?” Choso offers and your hand tightens on the door.

You step out of your room and they step aside for you to walk out. When you sit down on the couch they take a seat on either side of you and look down at your hands in your lap. The weight of their stares is slowly seeping into your skin and you chew your lips waiting for one of them to say something.

“Wanna tell us why you’ve been a lil more shy than normal?” Choso’s soft voice coaxes you to turn to him.

“I dunno.” you whisper, blinking up at him.

“I think it started about a week ago..” Mahito teases next to you. “Ya know.. When you watched me cum.” you feel your face light on fire at his words.

“I..” you turn to him with wide eyes.

“Don’t act all innocent, baby.” he drawls, letting his fingertips skim up your thigh. “We both were there.” he grins. “When you ran off to your room did you think about it when you played with your pussy?” he watches you squeeze your legs together at his words.

“That what you were doing when we knocked on your door?” Choso’s tone makes you turn your attention to him. “Did seeing me fresh outta shower get you all worked up?” you whine at his words.

“Y’know we can help you,” Mahito softly squeezes your thigh before continuing to the edge of your skirt.

“We can always make sure you’re taken care of.” you feel yourself melting into the couch at Choso’s words.

“Just give yourself over to us.” you gasp when Mahitos fingers graze your soaked panties. “Fuck, baby,” he groans pressing against the fabric feeling how truly wet you are. “Can Cho feel how wet he got you?” he peels your panties to the side and drags a single finger up your slit.

“Yeah,” you nod your head quickly.

After that if there were any more lines between the three of you they were all crossed that night. You were theirs completely in every aspect and couldn’t be more content. They thought you would still be shy but most times you were throwing yourself at them, begging them for anything. Any suggestion or idea they had you agreed to eagerly and without any complaint.

Mahito mentioned his idea to you a couple days ago and watched as your eyes sparkled as you nodded. So now he’s standing at the edge of your bed watching you sleep, thanking himself and Choso for suggesting you just sleep naked from now on. The blankets are pushed down and tangled between your legs leaving your chest exposed to him. Your nipples are perked from the soft breeze of the fan and they’re taunting him to come over and give them attention.

He slowly undoes the blanket and pushes your thighs open for himself. Your thigh twitches when he places a soft kiss on it and then another and another before starting on your other. Hooking his arms under you, he brings your center closer to his mouth and licks a line through your slit. Your hips jerk against his face when he repeats the action and he hears your soft whine.

His small kitten licks against your bud have your pussy leaking already. He licks down to your core and pushes his tongue inside groaning at your taste as he starts to make his way back up to your bud to suck it into his mouth. He glances up when a moan escapes you but your eyes are still shut and your fingers are softly digging into one of your plushies. Your chest heaves as he zeros his tongue in on your bud and he smirks when your breathing quickens.

“Hito,” you murmur, hips starting to buck against his face.

Your thighs start to squeeze his head but he couldn’t be bothered as he’s embraced by your warmth and wetness. Every whine and gasp that you allow him to hear only makes him press closer to your pussy. He wants to know what cute little sound you’ll make when you cum all over his face in your sleep. He slowly creeps one of his arms up your body and takes one of your nipples between two fingers. He rolls the hard bud before pinching it between his digits. That one pinch is all it took to have you grinding against his face letting your juices run down his face.

“Mmmph, yes,” you whimper as he continues to softly lick at you.

He rubs your thighs on either side of his head as he starts to kiss up your body. “Gonna flip you over.” he whispers in your ear before placing a soft kiss on your neck. You’re pliant in his hands as he flips you onto your tummy and chuckles when you cuddle closer to you plushie. “Hold onto him real tight for me baby.” he lifts your hips and smooths his hand up your back.

Your pussy opens right up for him as he slowly pushes his cock into you. He keeps his pace slow as he slowly rocks into you keeping himself on the edge of pleasure. The way you cling to your plushie with every stroke and let out small gasps has him digging his fingers into your waist. He continues to slowly fuck you into your bed until he can’t take it anymore and fills your fluttering pussy and collapsing next to you. He pulls the blankets over you both and finds sleep himself.

Choso’s desires were a little more restrained. Of course he still took you when he wanted but you could tell he really liked when you would truly just hand yourself over to him at any given time. His favorite thing to do was to get in the shower right before you got home so he could catch you in the hallway. The bathroom door would open and steam would pour out and you would turn and look at him and forget how to breathe, forget your morals, forget anything that wasn’t Choso standing before you with a towel low on his hips.

“Just getting back?” he would smirk at you.

“Mhm,” you nod, walking to stand in front of him. “Use me.” his cock twitches watching you sink to your knees in the middle of the hallway. “Please,” you blink up at him.

“Yeah?” he cups your jaw. “Guess you could suck me off since you’re down there.” he rubs his thumb along your lower lip.

“Please,” you suck his thumb into your mouth.

He slips his thumb out of your mouth and undoes the knot in his towel before letting it drop to the ground. His cock springs up in front of your face and you scoot closer wrapping your fingers along his shaft. Bringing the tip to your mouth you trail your tongue around the head, lapping against his slit as he starts to leak pre. You suck his tip into your mouth and pop it out, repeating this a couple of times until his fingers tangle in your hair.

You lean back to press your lips down his length and glance up at his flushed cheeks. He jolts when you suck his balls into your mouth while starting to slowly stroke him. You lick back up to his tip and sink your mouth down around him pulling a low groan from him. He starts to guide you and you softly close your eyes and let him start to control your movements. Fingers tightening in your hair, he starts to bob you up and down, losing himself to your hot mouth. He twitches when he hits the back of your throat and you sputter.

“Fuck baby,” he jerks his hips into your mouth. “Perfect lil mouth feels so good around my cock.” he pants holding your head still as he starts to fuck your mouth. “Yeah just like that,” your hands hold onto his thighs as you look up at him with fluttering eyes. “My good girl, my messy girl,” his tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat.

Your thighs are sticky and clenched together at his words as you feel spit trailing out of your mouth. Each small choked sound that comes from you sends his pleasure racing towards him and his stomach coils when he spots the first tear to trail down your cheek. You hum when his head is tossed back and he starts to fill your throat with ropes of his cum. He holds your head down and you dig your nails into his skin, sending his pleasure even higher. He pulls you off of him and watches a string of spit and cum connect you before snapping and sticking against your chin and neck.

“You’re fucking perfect.” he cups your cheek and helps you stand. He presses his lips to yours, never caring about the mess. “Got some stuff to do.” he mumbles into your mouth. “But later ‘m gonna reward you.” he nods, stepping back and walking to his room.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you til he’s done.” Mahito grabs your hand and takes you to his room.

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geto & gojo - 1.7k

It was a slip of words that had you on the end of Gojos relentless teasing. You glare at him from the couch trying to mask your embarrassment with anger but he can see right through you. He even goes so far as to pinch your cheeks and cooing about how flushed they are. You bat his hand away and he flops down on the couch and drapes himself on your shoulder. His cologne floods your nose and his hair brushing against your neck sends more heat throughout your body.

“So you think I’m hot?” he squishes your cheek.

“No,” you can’t bring yourself to meet his eyes.

“I think you dooo.” he drags the word out with a grin.

“I think you’re stupid.” you huff and go to your room shutting the door with a defining click.

Gojo had made it his goal to keep you flushed and squirming for.. for the rest of time. He’ll never let you live this down and you’re sure your cheeks will start bubbling with how hot they stay. He makes it a point to walk closer to you and let his hands linger on you. Whispering in your ear, your personal space is now his, along with teasing you until you’re whining and covering your face.

“C’mon baby,” Gojo coaxes trying to pull your hands away. “Lemme see your cute little face.” he successfully moves your hands and you look up at him with a soft pout. “There she is.” he cups your cheeks. “Y’know I was wondering..” he rubs his thumbs on your heated skin. “If you think I’m hot what do you think about Suguru?” he chuckles when your eyes widen.

“You’re gonna tell him.” you shake your head in his hands.

“Only if it’s something worth telling.” he grins. “You can tell me.” his voice lowers as he nods. “You can even whisper it.” he turns his head so your confession can go right in his ear.

“I dunno,” your words barely a breath.

“I think you do.” you don’t even have to see his smirk to know it’s there. “You think he’s hot?”

“Mm,” you whine knowing you’re about to let your words spill out again. “I think he’s like.. really pretty.” he snaps his head towards you with a grin. “Toru please,”

“I’m so telling him.” he falls back onto the couch in a fit of laughter. “Nooo come back.” he reaches after you as you practically run to your room.

For the next couple of days everything seems perfectly normal. Geto doesn’t look at you any different and Gojo continues with his teasing. When they invite you to the pool you agree, excited to finally enjoy the sun. Excitement soon turns to something different when they remove their shirts before getting in the water. Gojo gives you a knowing smirk as he watches you take off your cover up. You avoid his eyes and step into the pool hoping the cool lick of the water will calm you but the way you can feel their eyes on you only makes you more flustered.

“Soo did you know she thinks I’m hot?” Gojo offers Geto a lazy smile.

“Satoru,” you hiss.

“You talk about it everyday.” Geto shakes his head with a smile and you beg the pool to swallow you whole.

“Did you also know that I asked her if she thought you were hot?” Gojo raises his eyebrows.

“Ohmygod,” you cover your face.

“Tell Suguru what you said.” Gojo chuckles as you pull your hands down and peek across at Geto.

“Satoru must you always tease her?” Geto can’t hide his smirk, already knowing what you’ve said.

“Just tell him.” he nods with his smile you can’t say no to.

“I think you’re pretty.” you blush furiously as Geto turns his full attention to you.

“Exact words.” Gojo tuts.

“I think you’re really pretty.” your words get softer as Geto steps closer to you.

“Yeah?” he cradles your cheeks and you nod.

“Yeah,” you breathe out.

“Well I think you’re absolutely adorable.” Geto coos.

“The cutest little roommate we could ask for.” Gojos hands slip around your waist and you squeak as he presses you against Geto. “You got me wondering about something else baby.” he softly squeezes your side.

“Hm?” you lean back against Gojos chest when Geto lets one of his hands slide to your jaw and tilt your head further back.

“Why don’t you let me and Geto have you?” Geto locks eyes with Gojo at your whimper. “I can make you flush for different reasons.” you gasp when he grinds his covered cock against your ass.

“And when you're done with his teasing I’ll take you to my room and lock us inside.” Geto nods, rubbing his thumb on your jaw.

After that everything shifted. You’ve never felt more satisfied yet so scandalized with everything that goes on with the three of you behind closed doors. They both tease you about how you still get embarrassed when they talk openly about how messy they had you cumming all over their cock. Sometimes this would lead to them hoisting you up onto the table and seeing which of them could make you cum the hardest.

Gojos new favorite way to tease you was to have you perched on his cock and bouncing away and you list off things you like about him. He sits back and watches your tits bounce listening to your juices leak between you two as you try to form a word. One of his hands loosely holds onto your hip while the other rests on your lower tummy, letting his thumb lazily circle your throbbing bud.

“Tell me more, baby.” he watches you peel your eyes open.

“Your.. mm your hair,” you nod rolling your hips against his.

“What else?” he squeezes your hip getting your attention again.

“Toru,” you whine when he starts to move his thumb faster.

“You like my name?” he taunts.

“Mhmm,” you nod, humping against him and sending jolts of pleasure through your body. “I like.. like your voice ‘n..”

“Keep goin,” he grunts, feeling you squeeze around him.

“Your eyes,” you gasp when he jerks his hips up. “I.. I really like-“ he pulls you down against his chest and starts to snap his hips into yours sending you into a frenzy of whimpers and soft cries.

“You gotta,” he grunts. “Gotta tell me what you really like.” he pants. “Know you can say more than just ‘yes’ and my name.” he chuckles, feeling more of your pleasure leak between the two of you.

“Your cock, ‘s perfect,” a high pitched gasp comes from you and you fall apart.

“That’s my good girl,” he hammers his hips into you as he starts to fill you with his cum. “Can’t believe you think I’m perfect.” he grins up at you finally stilling inside you.

On the off chance that Gojo is teasing you while you're not on his cock Geto will quite literally come take you and lock you in his room while you preen about him being your savior. Whispered words between kisses about how you have to give him something for his galant rescue. He’ll shush you with kisses and press you into his mattress beneath him effectively silencing and trapping you.

“Lemme take your hair down, Sugu,” you murmur into his mouth, fingers quickly finding the tie.

He nods and you delicately undo the tie and sigh contently as his hair curtains around the both of you. The low groan that comes from him as you card your fingers through his hair sends heat throughout your body. He rolls his hips into yours and you tug softly on his silky strands. The next couple of minutes consist of fumbling hands and flying clothes until there are no barriers between the both of you. All of your heated touches and kisses leave you wet and waiting for him when he lines his tip up at your fluttering pussy.

“Satoru said you called him perfect the other day..” Geto mumbles, slowly sliding into you.

“I..” you furrow your brows not knowing what to say.

“He’s been tryna make me jealous.” he voice drops as he moves to press his lips to your neck. “Gotta admit.. it’s kinda working.” he softly bites into your skin before soothing it with his tongue.

“Suguru,” you gasp as he pulls out to snap his hips back in.

“After all of the ‘rescuing’ I’ve done?” he chuckles lowly into your neck. “But today,” he snaps his hips again. “You are locked in this room until I’m done.” you flutter around him at his tone.

He hears you start to respond and starts to hammer into you. He could never truly be mad at you and he knows Gojos words were only meant to spur him on and he decided to finally take the bait. You’re whimpering beneath him letting out incoherent pleas as you dig your nails into his shoulders. His pace is ruthless and becomes even more so when he pushes your leg up and leans back. He looks down at the mess you're making all over him and his sheets before glancing back and your scrunched face.

“If you wanna cum you're gonna repeat after me.” he leans down and grabs your chin never letting his pace falter. “And loudly.” he smirks knowing the war he’s about to start. “Okay?” you nod trying not to burst at the way he grinds into you.

“Yes,” you pant. “Anything please,”

“Suguru,” he nods at you bringing a thumb down to rub at your bud watching your pussy cry a little harder.

“Sugu.. Suguruu,” you cry out and he smirks.

“Is,” his fingers dig into your leg as he has to push off his own pleasure.

“Is,” your voice cracks followed by a loud moan.

“Better.” he watches you work out the word on your tongue.

“Better.” you squeak. “Suguru’s better, Sugu’s better..” you chant as you start to pulse around him.

“That’s right baby,” he groans, spilling his cum into your seeping pussy. He lets your leg down and he slowly continues to rock into you sending aftershocks through the both of you. “We’re not-

“Open the door.” Gojo bangs on Sugurus bedroom door before jiggling the handle.

“We’re not done.” Geto hums. “Maybe later.” his tone mocking. Geto ignores the continued banging against his door as he grinds himself into you until he’s hard again.

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All this started because you forgot your robe after the shower. So with an arm squished over your breasts and the smallest wash cloth being held with white knuckles to cover between your legs you peek your head out into the hall before taking your chance. You start to sprint down the hall to only smash into Sukuna’s chest. Your cheeks are on fire and you squeeze your eyes shut willing a robe to wrap around your body but then you feel his hands grab your waist and you gasp, snapping your eyes open.

“Whatcha doing?” he grins down at you.

You shake your head and scuttle past him running the rest of the way to your room. Pushing your door shut, you lean back against it feeling your cheeks get even hotter. The wash cloth is thrown across the room as you stare daggers at your robe hanging on the wall near your mirror. Your bed promises to engulf you and your shame and you take quick steps to it before collapsing into your blankets and burying your head in your pillows. Minutes pass as you let the world drift away and curl further into your blankets. Your eyes become heavy as you let sleep take you as hours slip by.

“Hey, you up?” Sukuna knocks on your door with scrunched brows. You never hide in your room this long and he’s starting to get worried. “Baby?” he knocks again.

You spring up from the bed and rush to grab your robe before making it to the door. “Yeah?” you crack the door open and look up at him.

“You okay?” he takes in your lidded eyes and flushed cheeks. “Were you sleeping?” he leans against your doorframe.

“Mhm,” you nod.

“Come eat with me and Toji. We ordered in and got your favorite stuff.” he keeps his voice soft trying to coax you out of your room.

“Really?” you pull your door open more.

“Yeah, c’mon,” he offers you his hand.

You grab onto his hand and he pulls you against his side before leading you down the hall. When you reach the dining room you see Toji lounging back in a chair with a lazy smirk as he takes in your form draped in your silk robe. You take a seat and they start to pass you a plate and boxes of take out.

“Heard you streaked down the hallway.” Toji chuckles as your eyes widen.

“Kuna,” you pout at him.

“You looked good, baby. Don’t need to be embarrassed.” he shovels some food onto your plate before taking his fill. “Might just have to throw away all the towels and robes so it can keep happening.”

“You’re a pervert.” you can’t help the way your cheeks burn under his gaze.

“I wanna see since he got to see.” Toji grabs your attention and you turn to him.

“Toji,” you whine.

“Just a lil peek.” he grins. “After dinner.” he points at you with his fork before turning back to his plate.

All dinner you were sure you were going to explode as they kept teasing you. Your robe was clutched between your hands as you tried to focus on your food but their low words and chuckles are keeping you on edge. They’ve always been flirtatious but their words seem more charged and their eyes hold a hunger you’ve never seen before. Dinner comes to an end and you feel like you’ve melted into a puddle under the table.

“Look at you all flushed n squirmy.” Toji pushes his chair back and walks over to you. “Stand up baby.” he scoots your chair back.

“Kuna didn’t see anything.” you rise from the chair and blink up at him.

“No?” he steps closer to you. “So he didn’t see you squishing your chest together, still dripping from the shower?” his hands start to tug on the ties of your robe. “Or your cute little ass as you ran down the hall?”

“Mmm,” you cover your face with your hands. “Toji,” you gasp as you feel the tie on your robe come undone and you clutch at it quickly.

“You’re so fuckin cute baby.” he groans. “Lemme see.” he smiles as you let him pluck your fingers from the silk and he watches it start to open.

“Well now he’s getting a better look.” Sukuna drawls from across the table.

“Can we give him a better look too?” Toji brushes his knuckles against your cheek. “Yeah?” he prompts you, watching you nod.

“Yeah,” you suck your bottom lip between your teeth as Toji lets his hand drop to your shoulder and start to push off the silk. “That’s our good girl.” his fingers leave your skin pebbling in their wake as he bares you to the both of them. Toji starts to walk over to Sukuna and you trail behind him trying to hide behind his back.

“Come on out, sweet girl.” Sukuna chuckles. You poke your head out from behind Toji and are greeted by Sukunas grin. “Not gonna bite or nothing.” the way his eyes are devouring you alive makes his words hard to believe.

“I might.” you squeak when Tojis hand pushes against your waist and scoots you between the both of them.

“Why’ve you been hiding from us?” Sukuna takes one of your hands and pulls you closer.

“Been keeping this lil ass to yourself.” Toji tuts making you gasp as he grabs a handful of your ass.

“I- Kuna,” you whimper when his hands come up to cup your breasts. “Mm,” you squeeze your thighs together when he takes your nipples between his fingers.

“You like us touching you?” Sukuna watches you squeeze your eyes shut when he flicks his thumbs against the hardened buds.

“Mhm,” you lean back when Toji brings his other hand to your waist and trails his calloused fingers over your skin.

“What’s got you squeezing these thighs together?” Toji's voice washes over you as his fingers skim towards your lower tummy. “Hm?” he smirks watching your breathing deepen as he keeps creeping lower.

“Want us to touch you here too?” Sukuna moves one of his hands down to start sliding up between your thighs.

“Please,” you whimper.

Ever since that night the boundaries between the three of you have completely dissolved. It kept your heart beating a little faster when you were home with them. How possessive their touches were, how tightly they held you. With just a look they could leave you dripping and fluttering around nothing in anticipation of what they’ll do.

Sukuna didn’t throw the towels away but you slowly stopped using them because he would usually show up in the middle of your shower anyways. You would still gasp every time he pulled the shower curtain aside and stepped in. He would tower over you as he scooted you back against the tile to box you in. He steps closer, satisfied with watching your chest heave in anticipation.

“Please,” you push your chest into his as he presses you back against the cool tile.

“Hush, ‘m right here.” he leans down and takes your lips. “Always so needy.” he mumbles against your lips as his hands hook under your ass and lift you. “Know you’ve been waitin for me to come in here.” he smirks as you wrap your legs around him.

“Please Kuna,” you curl your arms behind his neck, letting your nails rake along his skin. “Please please,” you whine when you’re pushed harder against the tile as he looks between you both to line himself up. “Yeesss,” you tug on his hair, feeling the familiar stretch of him pushing into you.

He’s about to tell you to be quiet but it’s not like you're saying anything. Your words are lost to broken moans and small whines as his thrusts become demanding. “Feel fuckin perfect.” he starts to snap his hips into yours.

You bounce yourself against him and with every wet smack of your hips your mind goes a little more blank. Sukuna watches your eyes start to flutter so he presses you harder against the tile with his hips and grinds himself into you. Nails clawing into his neck you shutter feeling the pressure start to build in your tummy. He pulls his hips back just to smack them back into you.

“Kuna,” your breath is stolen from you when he starts to ram into you again.

“Hm?” he grunts, digging his fingers into your skin. Your juices wet his cock more than the stream of water pouring down his back. “What d’you want?” he groans when one of your hands tangle in his hair and pull him closer.

“Ca- Can you.. please,” your wrecked voice has his hips snap into yours a little harder. “‘m gonna cum.. gonna cu- yesyes,” you pulse around him. “Want you to,” you gasp as pulls you off of the wall and snaps his hips up into yours pulling whimpers and cries from your mouth.

“You want more?” he lets out a shaky chuckle.

“Cum,” you press your forehead to his shoulder. “Your cum.” you nod your head. “Want it in me.” you press your lips to his skin.

“Course ‘m gonna fill you up.” he’s happy you don’t notice the way his voice wavers. “Pussy’s begging for it. Hugging me so tight.” he pants.

“Please, I need it.” you whine and he feels his pleasure snap.

“Then take it all.” he grunts and slowly grinds his cum into you.

“Thank you, thank you,” you cling against him, rocking your hips into his.

Toji has gotten used to being woken up from his naps by you and Sukuna going at it. Sometimes he would join but when he’s tired like this he’ll just close his eyes again and wrap his hand around his cock. He plans out what he’ll do to you later, sending his cum falling onto his hand and stomach as he listens to your cries as Sukuna takes you. He’ll fall back asleep with a smile and not wake until the moon is high in the sky and the apartment is dark. He doesn’t even bother to put on his sweats as he makes his way to the kitchen.

As if you were waiting for him to wake up he hears you pouring yourself a drink. He smirks and lightens his footsteps as a grin forms on his face. The fridge shuts and he watches you set your glass in the sink as he slowly stalks around the counter. He steps directly behind you and watches your back straighten. You gasp when his hands grip your hips and press you into the counter. He pushes you down against the chilly surface and kicks your legs apart. Upon seeing your panty clad pussy he starts to slide his cock up and down the quickly dampening fabric.

“Toji,” you whimper, pressing your forehead against the counter.

“Hush,” he brings a hand down to give you a quick spank. “Don’t wanna hear it, you woke me up from my nap earlier.” he swats his hand against your other cheek.

He keeps one hand pressed to your back keeping you stuck against the counter while he lets the other grab all over you listening to your gasps and whines as he rocks his hips faster. His cock twitches when you arch your back for him and he feels the thin fabric start to get squishy from how wet you are. The whimpers escaping your lips have him leaking his pre all over your panties as he continues to hump against you. Your little gasps tell him how much you’re enjoying this and he chuckles when you kick one of your legs up when he quickens his pace.

Toji lands two fast spanks on each of your cheeks before he slips his cock under your panties. You both groan at the contact before he continues his previous movements. You wiggle your hips and rock against him trying to catch his tip in your aching pussy only for him to stop his movements and spank you again before stepping back. He smirks when you turn your head with a frown when you see him stroking his cock.

“In me.” you plead, spreading your legs wider. “Please Toji,” he presses his hand hard against your back as you start to squirm. “Please.”

“I dunno,” he leans closer to you, panting slightly. “I could cum like this.” he smacks his tip against the heated skin of your ass.

“‘m sorry I woke you up.” he watches your eyes well up. “Please,” he looks and sees your pussy crying along with you. “Toji please.”

“Yeah, alright.” he slides into your throbbing pussy and you press your cheek against the counter at his stretch. “Course you’re expecting me to fuck you too.” he sighs starting to pull out. “Anything else you’re wantin from me?” he lets out a low chuckle.

“Thank you.” you whine when his hips start to fall into yours. “Thank you, Toji.” you press back into him.

His other palm lands on the counter next to your head as his hips start to pound into you frantically. The moans that tear out of your throat are barely louder than your juices sopping all over Tojis cock and down your thighs. He leans down over you and presses his chest into your back, smushing you into the counter. Your high catches you by surprise and you burst around him, thanking him over and over. With a few more sloppy thrusts he’s spilling his cum into you with low curses falling from his mouth.

“Well damn,” Sukuna chuckles from the doorway. “Just needed a snack.” a grin spreads across his features as he walks over to the both of you.

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sexbot300 · 1 year ago

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Geto was an asshole. He took pride in the fact that he had you soaking your panties just from exchanging a few degrading words.

Gojo was a bigger asshole. He would point out how making fun of your slicked folds, clinging onto your pink panties, made you even wetter.

“No way Suguru,” your back completely pressed to a wall, too timid to move, “I think if we say something else she might just squirt.” His slender fingers lifted at the edge of your skirt, raising the front piece of fabric. This left the two tall men gazing at your exposed thighs, revealing your underwear on full display.

The black-haired man stood up from the edge of the bed, “Poor thing, poor, poor girl.” His voice full of a condescending pity, “Are you sure she didn’t already cum?” His piercing gaze left your weeping cunt before casually pulling out his phone.

You stood there, gulping slowly, skin feeling incredibly hot to the touch. Fuck. “P-please… just stop, you’ve been teasing me for an hour, I’m a good girl, I promi-”

“Oh! Oh~ you hear that, Suguru?! I think the toy thinks we care about it’s feelings.” He lets out a little snicker.

Dropping to his knees, Gojo stands mere inches away from your slick heat. With his free hand, his thumb and index finger grip the upper part of your panties. In an instance, he shoves your underwear upwards, causing a bit of pressure to your clit and revealing more of your lips. A gasp left your mouth.

“How adorable,” he cooed, warm breath hitting your pussy with every word he exclaims “greedy little cunt is eating even her panties up. How gross~”

Geto’s face makes a sweet smile, “I think,” he clicks his tongue, his darkened eyes meeting yours, “I think she’s lying about being a “good girl” Satoru…” he shifted his body around so you can only see his intimidating, broad, back.

Geto angled the phone so it displays you shamefully pinned against a wall, the squatting Gojo inches away from your cunt staring at the front-facing camera. The pair sharing shit-eating grins. A ding button. Recording.

“Put on a show for us, y/n, yeah?” Geto spoke softly, slowly tugging at the hem of his pants while approaching you.

“Don’t be camera shy! This isn’t blackmail! We just want to help you come to terms that you’re nothing but a dirty slut that exists to take our cocks.” Gojo pouted his lips, “okay?”

You only blinked several times at both of the men, they shared a look of hunger in their eyes.

43:57 minutes and seconds in. You’re laying on your back, thighs pinned behind by two large hands. The bed creaked with every thrust Gojo pounds into you, his veiny cock angling in a way that made your eyes roll back into your skull. Your cunt feels as if it’s about to tear from the girth this man had, but you did not want this to stop. Above you stood Geto, his massive balls slapping against your nose as his dick abused your throat while face fucking you.

Tears rolling down your face, mascara staining your cheeks, lipstick smeared on both dicks and their faces, saliva pooling everywhere. Was it moans that escaped your mouth or the sound of gagging?

“Y-yeah? You see that Sugur-” grunt, “-uhhh. Just had to break this cunt in.” He grinned while pushing into you at an impossibly fast pace. Skin on skin, pelvis on pelvis– harshly filling the room with sound.

A chuckle erupted from the other man, face in a haze while you sucked his dick as if it’s your last meal. “T-told you “good girls” don’t take a cock this good.”

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lay-z · 2 months ago

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Simon Riley, who works as a hitman/mercenary for hire whenever he's forced to go on leave by Captain Price.

It started as a joke—a throwaway comment that Kyle made before Johnny chipped in to push and dramatise the topic. By the end of the conversation, Simon was already trying to figure out how to sign up on one of those shady websites to offer his services.

He doesn't care about the dangers lurking on the dark web. In fact, he is one if not the danger on the whole dark and deep web.

And he's almost forgotten about it all until he gets a rather encrypted message from the odd website he’d signed up on to the mail address he'd created for that purpose alone.

That's how he gets in contact with you, his first customer—asking so desperately for help to put the frighteners on someone. No killing this time, just some good old intimidation. Bummer.

Soft and sweet and oh so very naïve. Did no one ever teach you about stranger danger? About not sharing any personal details with some bloody bloke who calls himself hitman on the deep web?

With each exchanged message, it becomes clearer to Simon that you’re in bitter need of guidance, structure and protection. So, he does agree to take care of your problem. It’s what he literally signed up for to kill (heh) his boredom and make himself feel useful.

A pesty ex-boyfriend, or colleague, or boss. Truth is, Simon has stopped paying too much attention once he got you on the phone—because you’d agreed on a phone call all too eagerly to get everything settled fast.

But fuck it, if your voice isn’t saccharine. Soothing to him like warm honey and milk as he palms his throbbing bulge through his sweats with one hand while snaking the other under his hoodie to tug on a nipple as he lays sprawled on his tattered couch one evening, cracked phone screen pressed to his ear as he merely grunts in understanding every few minutes while you basically bare your soul to him.

When Simon hears how you choke back tears over the line, he tugs his sweats down to free his flushed, weeping cock with a strained groan and he spits into his palm right as you hiccup softly into his ear, causing a pleasant shudder to run along his spine and another pearly bead of precum to dribble down his thick shaft.

A bad, bad man he is, taking advantage of you like this, but he can’t help himself. Oh, how he is going to take care of your little problem, alright.

Twee, twee kitten, you—have you been waiting for him all this time, hm? Tsk, he’s going to have to teach you a lesson once he’s done over that bloke for you. Make you understand that you cannot trust anyone else but him to take care of you proper.

Once you’ve hung up and while he’s wiping this massive load off his pudgy stomach, he’s already fantasising about planting the next one deep into your gorgeous cunt—since you haven’t talked about his preferred payment method yet anyway.

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choslut · 9 months ago

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˖ ࣪ ، ◞ せ⌇ SWEET TALK. featuring choso.

↻ choso lives for one thing ; to make sure his precious girlfriend is never unsatisfied.

tags : cunniligus, dirty talk, body worship, male masturbation, overstimulation, squirting, fingering, mentions of face sitting, feral choso // wc. 0.7k

author's note : i lowkey wanna thank @toadtoru for sending in an ask about this before i even posted it, because i used some of those ideas to improve on this :3 in true homage to my username choso is a complete slut in this lolsies ;) one more to go and this event is finished, thanks for sticking around for THIS long i love everyone here >o<

this work is NSFW. minors and ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT.

if there’s one thing CHOSO firmly believes in, it’s that you aren’t just his girlfriend, but some supreme deity from heaven above. it sounds completely ridiculous, but he believes it more than anything, especially in moments like this.

you just look so beautiful above him on the couch, thighs parted slightly and fingers caressing the sensitive mound in between your legs, head tipped back and lips parted in a silent ‘o’ as your toes curl into the carpet. angelic, he thinks, and he can’t wait to receive permission to touch you.

“choso…” your voice is smooth like butter yet sweet like caramel, and choso can feel his cock begin to press up against his slacks. “c’mere.”

yes. that’s all he needs before he’s eagerly crawling in between your legs to lap at your cunt, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs as he pulls them apart in earnest. “shit… missed me, did she?” his rambles are fueled by pure lust and delusion, and as he eats you out, choso begins to talk into your cunt. “missed her too… poor baby can’t go too long without her sweet boyfriend, huh…”

fingers tangle in his dark locks as you pull him closer, effectively muffling his ramblings by grinding your lower half on his tongue. the way he eats you out is feverish, his wet muscle alternating between your inflamed clit and pulsing hole interchangeably. and choso can’t help himself from getting fired up by your lewd display too, his own hips grinding down onto the couch as he finds solace in between your legs.

you, on the other hand, are positively reeling, legs twitching uncontrollably as choso continues to make a mess of your poor cunt. you wish you could return to him the same pleasure tenfold, but all you can do is sit and take it, helpless to his ministrations. “cho, cho, ‘s too much, baby, s-slow down…”

begging is futile. choso is hypnotised, his own eyes rolling into the back of his head in an immediate reflection of your own reaction. “sorry baby, can’t, you taste s’good, don’t wanna…”

neither of you are in your right mind, but choso especially. when you cry out from orgasm for the first time, he barely takes note, his tongue on your clit never letting up as he brings two fingers to the entrance of your weeping cunt. the other hand previously on your thigh is now shoved into his boxers, and he’s fisting himself just as quickly as his fingers begin to plow your pussy.

he’s killing you, but you love it. his brown eyes peek up in between your legs, and you just catch his expression, pupils dilated with lust as he watches you twitch above him. he mumbles something onto your clit before he’s licking and kissing it again, and you begin to think you might actually die.

“c’mon, baby,” he groans, hips thrusting forward into his palm as he continues to eat. “c’mon baby, gimme another one– fuck, please, please…”

“choso, i can’t…” you truly believe that, given the way he’s already on his way to giving you another orgasm in the short span of five minutes. but he needs it so bad, needs you to cum for him so bad that he speeds up, thumb now joining his tongue to stimulate your clit in unison. “choso!”

“that’s it, baby, that’s it, oh, she’s close, isn’t she?” you can barely believe that he’s treating your pussy like its own person, but fuck is it turning you on. you hiccup pitiful whimpers as your thighs begin to tremble again, knees closing inwards and trapping choso’s head in between your legs.

if he were to die in this position, he wouldn’t mind. your release sprays his lips in repeated spurts, juices dribbling down his chin and some even dripping onto the flared head of his cock. it’s that which tips choso over the edge, and he’s spurting ropes onto the carpet, his own eyes finding the back of his head rapidly as his nose jerks against your clit.

“baby…” he stares down at the mess he’s made on the floor and then back at you, who’s laying spread eagle on the couch, chest rapidly rising and falling. “you gotta sit on my face next time.”

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sunny-knight · 2 months ago

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THIS IS HOME

@forgettable-au Fan-Animatic ⭐️

The stars welcome him with open arms…

Work and Progress + Analysis below!

You can find the work in progress things here! because I wanna show the sketch animatic and you can only upload one video…

The entire idea was inspired off of THIS lovely little qna written a bit ago! havnt forgotten about it since! Despite what the AU might have you believe And recently I decided I could just draw out the fun part instead of go through the pain of storyboarding and cleaning up a nearly 4 minute long song 👍👍👍

Thats the idea though, theres no real plot, so no real context I can give other than the things the comic itself already provides. “This Is Home” just works incredibly well for this poor childs trauma, and it was a great opportunity to practice my composition and storytelling!!

Onto the deep analysis of every frame individually!!! (this is normal. this happens every time.)

The idea that Wingdings just eventually- gave up. Trying to connect with anyone. HURTS ME DEEPLY. I’m not sure if thats specifically because he just couldn’t get the font thing down, but I imagine that was a big contributing factor. But thats what specifically stops him here. He eventually slams his keys down on the board and says “IM DONE” and throws himself into a thing he can purely enjoy on his own- science. Even at a young age, I feel he only had 2 lives. One with Sans, and one with science. Then when those worlds combined when he became the royal scientist uhhh- I imagine it got worse.

Speaking of his young age, In these shots he’s also notably a tad older than the later depictions of his younger self with the scarf. Less full of joy and whimsy

“His mind is in a different place” is taken a tad more negatively than in the context of the song I feel, as he’s more or less isolated himself from everyone (but Sans) now in this “giving up” phase of his childhood. I wonder how Sans noticed/took that and if he tried to convince him otherwise, but in this case he just thinks he needs some time to himself.

Also let it be known that the words being crammed in at the “Give him a little bit of space” bit is on PURPOSE and a SILLY LITTLE JOKE/VISUAL GAG GIVEN THE LINE. I AM SO FUNNY.

The colors are also notably dark blues, that get greyer when Wingdings has given up. The light that Sans lets in ((looks into the camera, tearing up)) is still pretty cold despite it being brighter.

The berating is also in uppercase to show most of this is from Wingdings’ pov- I know he speaks in proper casing at this time, but I NEED SOME SORT OF INDICATOR, WORK WITH ME HERE. His main issue was his own self consciousness and desire to communicate properly, since it was said before on the blog that no one really picked on him for his inability to talk to them.

Then we have Papyrus!! The colors are similarly blue, but a lot brighter and a touch purpler and greener. Its from the same world, but not the same person. Also he’s wearing a yellow vest which is the complimentary color to blue ☝️

Papyrus is more heavily associated with warm colors in contrast to Wingdings, but this takes place very early on when he was very confused where his place was (or at least I assume thats what happened). He’s associating with warm colors (yellow) but is somewhat weary about it and still subconsciously clutching onto the comfort in familiarity.

The scene ofc depicts Papyrus being incredibly uncomfortable about any photos of himself as a child. It still definitely…looooks… like him. it just feels really wrong.

Similar thing to last time with the fonts as well, uppercase, Papyrus’ pov, he just wants to know who/WHAT he is.

I enjoy the colors in the photo and how they reallly stand out from the rest of the shot, just another emphasis that the photo feels otherworldly to Papyrus.

This is the part where I start weeping pitifully. The tiny Wingdings to Gaster comparison- it’s just so upsetting, I want to know what this poor child would think if he saw what he ends up as 😭

Wingdings enjoyed dreaming about the real stars he MIGHT get to see one day with Sans. The scene is dark, as it still hasnt happened yet, but still bright and hopeful as he stares up at the light! Its always a possibility. But then we have Gaster, who finally did it. He reached the stars, he gets to look up and say “wow…. I really did it”. Staring up at the void before him. Without Sans…I feel he wouldn’t ponder on it much, and consciously he doesn’t see anything bad about his circumstances, but the crack going down his eye that elludes to a tear says otherwise in the suppressed emotions.

The world Wingdings lived in when he was small, seemed so endless…Despite the underground being small compared to the real world, his imagination was endless. He could dream, he could imagine, and create things, get and give new ideas! But now as an adult that just so happens to be a lovecraftian entity, everything is much more simple and straightforward. At least from his perspective…Gaster may be able to DO way more than he ever could as a small child, but his mind is pretty one track at this point.

I wonder how Gaster feels…Now that they’ve gotten to the surface. without him

Im not sure how Papyrus in the game or even in the comic feels about stars, but Sans for one doesnt have to daydream anymore. They’ve also “done it” just like Gaster, but the hug insinuates less of that and more a “we WON”. They share in this moment together more emotionally than anything.

Again, compared to Gaster and them, they enjoy the moment in their own ways- Gaster just the action of seeing the stars, and Papyrus in what the moment itself means. I feel those are the 2 wants Wingdings had and thats a lot of what Papyrus and Gaster are. 2 halfs of Wingdings’…whole…thing

Also the stars welcoming him with open arms is both in reference to Sans but also Papyrus welcoming/accepting/loving himself…

IN CONCLUSION:

…yknow ive never asked before, but if anyone has any questions or needs clarification im happy to-

#forgettable au #papyrus #wingdings #gaster #sans #MY BOYS #brothers (sobs in a violent fit of rage)#this one was really fun to experiment with #and not be such a perfectionist #love when I can feel myself growing as an artist ✨#BUT THIS ACTION VS FEELINGS THING IS SO RRRAAAAAHHHHHHH #Me love when characters think their great achievements make up for their horrible actions #I wanna see an AU where Wingdings never did give up #how similar to Papyrus would he be #i say ‘I want an AU’ like this isnt already one #UGHHHH I WONDER SO MUCH ABOUT THIS AU #WHEN ITS FINISHED #*ITS SO OVER FOR ALL OF YOU*#IM GONNA COOK UP THE MOST DIABOLICAL CANON AMV THATS EVER AMV’D #I try not to overexplain as much in my yaps cause I wanna leave some up to interpretation #*but also I love talking about my silly arts cause i put way too much thought into it for my own good*#also theyre getting way harder to explain now that ive started prioritizing feelings instead of direct symbolism #BUT ITS GOOD PRACTICE FOR WRITING ANYWAY!!#(hyperfixation yap)#ANYWHO #Take my pain and go in peace…es…#:3

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