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hoshigray · 2 months

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suguru and choso making the reader squirt for the first time via reader receiving oral... please and thank u sm hoshibutt 👅

၇͜ᩘ𑁍 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Geto + Choso x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - breast fondling + nipple play - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - clitoral play (licking and sucking) - first time squirting! - pet names (baby, cutie, good girl, sweetie) - reader is a bit self-conscious - mention of saliva.

“How is it, baby? Feeling good?”

“A-Ahh…y-yesss, feels good…Mmmm, so good.”

“Ya hear that, Choso? Keep doing what you’re doing!”

You throw your head back to Geto’s shoulder, who’s stationed behind you, his hands nestled inside your shirt to grope your chest. Meanwhile, Choso kneels on the floor, the pony-tailed man going to town between your legs.

It was meant to be a typical date, spending the afternoon in your boyfriends’ apartment. You could’ve sworn that today entailed some delicious slices of local pizza, video games, and an action movie. However, you might have guessed somewhere down the line that the two men would eventually derail their attention from the television screen into a film of their own…

All three of you were in the living room, your back glued to the front of Geto’s red flannel shirt. The long raven-haired man’s hands fondle your chest lovingly while Choso feasts on your cunt, wet with his saliva lathering your folds with his tongue. He holds your legs apart so the focus on your chasm is easier to maintain.

You screw your eyebrows together at the flick of your clitoris by the wet muscle. “Ohhh, ohhh…!”

“Making cute noises for us, cutie?” Geto kisses your cheek and tweaks your nipples pleasantly. “Your nipples are getting stiff, too.”

Choso sucks your essence after spitting on your labia, flinging his tongue around to gather as much of your taste as he can. He then peers up to see that Geto has lifted your shirt, exposing your chest to the open. He swallows thickly and removes his lips from your vulva, bringing his lips to capture one of the buds of your mounds. You mewl at the contact of his tongue, now swirling around your nipple as he sucks sluggishly.

“Heh, must taste good everywhere, huh?” Geto doesn’t expect an answer from Choso sucking on your tit. Instead, he coats his middle and ring finger with his saliva and travels them down to your folds, pushing them inside with ease and immediately wriggling them around to feel your gummy texture.

You cry out at the insertion, his digits going faster after a few jagged pushes and pulls. He dwells them further, scraping your insides with his blunt fingertips. And the pace becomes frantic, digging them knuckle-deep at a fast rhythm that has you gripping on Choso’s black tee for support.

“Gaaahhh, w-wait, slow down!” You’re wailing in pleads. There’s too much going on: Choso sucking on your tit relentlessly, pushing your nipple to the top of his mouth, and grazing it with his teeth. And Geto, playing with the other mound while he pleases you with vaginal stimulation. “N-Naaahh, Christ, wait!” Your body wishes to jerk, but your legs are pushed to your chest, leaving your lower half squirming to no end. Something’s coming! “I-I caann’t—Dahaahh!”

Geto’s sporadic movements have you whining until he removes them to lick, and Choso releases your nipple to return to your vulva, sucking on your clit and lapping around your urethra and inner lips. Shivers rock your core, and you–unforsakenly–let loose.

Between your legs, you unleash a clear, watery substance, ejecting it into Choso’s mouth. It takes him aback, tilting back to let the liquid spray slightly. However, he returns to lick the glands after a moment, secreting the surprising liquid that still exudes from your system and leaves a watery mess everywhere. Until it stops, it sprinkles all over your inner thighs and surely wets the giver’s shirt.

Violet eyes ventured down and witnessed the entire scene. “Oh, woah!”Three figures stay frigid for a few seconds, assessing what occurred within the past ten seconds. “…I had no idea you were a squirter.”

“Same here,” Choso agrees, licking his lips and wiping his cheeks with his shirt after straightening himself.

“Neither did…I?” You blink, a little too shocked to move. “I-…I’m sorry, I made your clothes wet!”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Geto’s hands leave your chest and come to your inner thighs to massage. “It’s normal.”

“N-No, really, though; I’m so sorry! I didn’t know I could even do that; it went in your mouth, and I probably ruined this whole—“

“No, no, it’s fine,” Choso palms your cunt to smear the substance you squirted. “That was…pretty fucking hot.”You open your lips to rebuttal, yet impossible as they stun you. The pig-tailed man takes off his shirt and slides his jeans down to his knees, and your breath hitches at his long cock springing out from his bowers.

“Yeah, it was,” Geto chimes in while the other takes a seat next to him and takes you by the hand. “I’m kinda curious if you can do that again now.”

Awkwardness still has you by the neck, but Choso coaxes you while massaging your ass, sneaking his finger inside to finger. “Mmmph…You–Are you sure?”

“Totally,” Geto chuckles as he stands and strips his flannel shirt. His arms are now out from the white tank top. “Can’t let this opportunity go to waste, right?”

“C’mere, sweetie,” Choso guides you by the waist, the glans of his erect cock pushing onto the entrance of your asshole. You gasp sharply once you feel him add himself, leisurely bringing your ass down to sit on him. After a few seconds of a few bounces on his dick, Geto brings your legs for Choso to hold so your wet slit is out for his vision.

Geto licks his fingers with a dark snicker. “Stay just like that,” the digits skim around your labia until they’re pushed inside.

You jolt with a shriek, Choso right there to soothe you with a kiss on the cheek.

“Good girl.”

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thoughtssvt · 7 months

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a needy morning with gojo

cw : sleepy sex, thigh fucking, use of lube, nipple play/licking, creampie, cockwarming, gender neutral reader (no specification of genitalia, physical attributes or pronouns)

the sun had barely risen, the light shining through was just enough to illuminate your surroundings. you grumbled softly at the arm wrapped tightly around you and satoru's morning wood poking your back.

"satoru..." you nudged him softly, "you're hard--" turn around, you wanted to say until the flat of his hand made its way under the hem of your shirt. he nuzzled into the nape of your neck.

"good morning," he rasped, voice still heavy with sleep and a sprinkle of need.

"you're hard," you say again, voice timid in the back of your throat as he shifted closer to you, grinding his clothed erection against your ass.

" 'm aware," he replied leisurely, lips planting slow, open mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin of your neck. the minute muscles in your legs sparked with a twitch as his hand ventured further under your shirt. "okay or no?" he whispered when his hand laid atop your diaphragm.

you craned your neck towards him, throwing your arm back to pull his head closer to yours, lips rushing into a kiss. it was then that his fingertips creeped up your chest, your breath hitching as a soft pad ghosted over your nipple. you arched your back up into the pleasure, mirroring the moans you felt buzzing against your lips as you released satoru's hair from your hold. your hand ran down soft cotton, body shivering at the sensation of his bare skin, exposed as it rode up from his movements.

"fuck," he drew out a huff when you finally cupped his cock. "baby, please," he croaked weakly as you traced the head of his cock with your thumb. "need you," he begged, voice cracking with want.

you nodded your head like a spring-loose bobblehead, working the waistband of his bottoms down until enough of his length was exposed, satoru working just as hard to tug your pajama bottoms down. the struggle definitely stemming from your shared refusal to break the kiss, though by now it'd turn to heavy pants against each other's lips.

"wait-wait-- satoru, lube!" you whined as you felt his tip nudge between your thighs. you pulled away from him then, begrudgingly. reaching for the comically large bottle of lube that was tucked away in the drawer of your nightstand. a mixture of needy moans and irritated groans left your lips with each jump of your body, satoru gripping your waist hard, cock buried between your legs, momentarily satisfied by the stimulation your thighs gave his length.

after a few hard moments you'd chucked the bottle at his head and with him being gojo satoru, of course he caught it. he popped the cap open while you rolled to face him, throwing your leg over his hips, pulling him close as he squirted a messy amount of lube onto his fingers.

"hurry," you whispered against his lips as you caught him in another desperate kiss, his fingers making quick work of opening you up for him. he may have mumbled something, you weren't sure. it didn't seem important compared to the hiss that escaped him when you snaked your hand down between the two of you, your hand wrapping around his cock, stroking at the same pace he fucked your fingers inside you.

"you're gonna be the death of me," he gritted, slathering the excess lube onto his length, already feeling close to the edge, a mix of early morning sensitivity and your frantic handy.

the two of you let out a twin moan when he sunk in, the head of his cock stretching you as it breached your entrance. he rolled the both of you over so he was on top, nestling a hand against your lower back. he pulled you close, hips sticking together as he rutted into you with need. he trailed messy kissy down your neck, sucking hickeys into your chest before laving softly at your sensitive bud.

his groan sent electricity running under your skin, you clenched around him so nicely. "y' feel so good, baby, fuck. just like that. gonna make me cum." he praised, his hips snapping at a merciless tempo.

"where?" he panted, your nipple barely out of his mouth as he craned his neck just enough to look up at you. his eyes were half lidded, shining with desperation. you didn't miss the way they rolled to the back of his head just before flutter closed when you'd given him permission to cum inside.

"fuck," he hiccupped softly, body shuddering before stilling as soon as you felt the first hot spirt of his cum flooding into you. his hips jerked sharply with every following spirt, his body needing to be as close to you as humanly possible.

halfway into catching his breath he began to pull out, only for your legs to wrap tightly around his waist. he looked up at you with confusion, your face seemingly growing redder despite the end of your activity.

"stay inside?" you whispered, gasping softly as you felt his flagging cock twitch inside of you, already chubbing up again.

"you really are gonna be the death of me," he whispered in defeat, pulling you by the arms until you sat in his lap, his cock slowly burying back into you as you slid down.

you draped your body around his, humming comfortably at the feeling, "just until you're hungry," you chirp, satisfied.

"i've been hungry," he chuckled softly.

"okay, okay," you giggled, "when i get hungry," you negotiated.

"easy, i'll just start talking about food and we'll be out of here in two minutes." he hummed, voice completely recovered by now, tone snarky and confident.

"is that a challenge?" you pulled away to look at him, brow raised with a shit eating grin.

"you're on. loser cooks," he accepted.

you continued to banter softly, the seconds ticking away without your notice. before you knew it the sun had risen high in the sky, the two of you in the kitchen, you leaning up against the counter while satoru threw an apron over his head. "bagels or toast?"

A/N : i really didn't mean for this to be so long. i really thought that this would be a quick little thing, but... happy valentine's day! if you don't have a valentine i will be your valentine (if you're 18+ and if you're not... you shouldn't even be here...) and if you would rather not have me then here's satoru being your valentine.

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pellucid-constellations · 2 months

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Favoritism

Pairing: Line Cook!Azriel x Reader

Summary: Azriel always seems to be working. Well, not always. Sometimes he's on the phone outside the restaurant with a massive smile on his face.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: None

a/n: Another little piece for this AU!! I'm loving building it up and including all the characters. I'm also loving characterizing Azriel!!! I can't wait for it to get more juicy and to add some angst in the near future ;) Thanks for reading!!!

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“Here again, Azriel?”

“I picked up Lucien’s shift,” Azriel explained, moving the pan side to side atop the flame.

Elain hummed, her hip against the counter. “You all have such weird names.”

Azriel rose a brow. “Your sister’s name is Nesta. And Feyre isn’t very common either.”

“Yes, well my sisters are included in my definition of ‘all’.”

Azriel hummed, pinching salt into the pan and flipping its contents. The heat from the stovetop warmed his fingers as he went, calling his attention to the tan lines along his knuckles—rings he constantly needed to remove for work, an action that had been even more prevalent in recent weeks.

Elain spoke up again. “I feel like I see you here every time I work.”

“You call out every other shift. Of course you’re going to see me on the off-chance you come in,” Azirel droned, but there was a hint of a smile on his face that had Elain scoffing out a laugh.

“Oh, ha ha,” Elain mocked. “But seriously, Az, you’re always in this kitchen. I know for a fact that Rhysand wouldn’t make his best friend work so much. What’s the deal?”

Azriel knocked his head to the side as he considered Elain’s question. He plated the meal he had been working on—the one that would send Elain and her barrage of questions away—and set it on the counter she occupied. He gave his hands a quick wash, flipping a hand towel over his shoulder and crossing his arms. The waitress had not moved from her spot.

“Money.”

Elain did not budge. “Money? You? I know you can afford that house of yours without all of these hours. Rhys pays you far too much.”

Azriel gave her a look as if to say that’s my explanation. Take it or leave it.

Elain was not taking that explanation, clearly. Azriel watched her roll her eyes and let out another scoff before swiping the plate from the counter.

“Always so stupidly secretive,” she huffed. “You are ridiculous.”

Elain missed the small laugh Azriel breathed out as she left in a flurry.

Azriel then noticed the small break in orders that was typical for this time of day and used the opening as an excuse for his break. He called out to the others in the kitchen and then made his way to the dining room with his phone loosely gripped in his hand.

A few taps on the screen and your voice came through.

“Hi, Az,” you greeted, a smile clear in your words.

“Hi, baby,” he smiled right back. The earring on his right ear clicked against the phone as he licked his lips and continued. “You not in class?”

“I tried to plan my schedule around your lunch rush. No class between the hours of two and four.”

Azriel felt his face heat a fraction. “Right. Forgot about that.”

You giggled. “So, how’s work? I didn’t expect you to go in this morning.”

“It’s fine. Work. I was just picking up a shift as a favor. But I’ll be off in time to get you for dinner.”

Azriel listened as something shuffled in the back of your call—bikers whizzing past you, he assumed. That damn campus always gave him a heart attack. You called out a small apology he was sure no one was listening to before speaking to him once more.

“You seem to owe a lot of favors, Az. Are you causing that much trouble over there?” you joked. A small pause. “Also, do you think we could eat in? I don’t really have the money for a restaurant right now. My financial aid is not aiding me in the ways it should.”

Azriel felt his heart clench at the humorless laugh you released. You lived on campus and relied on the school’s dining plan which did very little for you nutritionally and emotionally. He had offered—countless times—for you to live with him or let him buy you groceries or just straight-up give you money, but none of that made you comfortable.

So, Azriel found other ways to solve this problem.

Azriel hummed in feigned contemplation. “We could. But the boss gave me a gift card to that new place downtown. I figured we could use it to celebrate.”

“Oh yeah? And what are we celebrating?”

“You.”

“Me?” you asked with an incredulous laugh. “Why on earth would we be celebrating me? All I’ve done recently is complain and cry a few times.”

Azriel couldn’t remove the smile from his face. He slotted his wrist in the crook of his elbow as he leaned against the wall outside the restaurant. Damn you and all the ways you made him melt in public.

“You only cried twice this month. We should celebrate that record. Not to mention you were crying over chemistry which we established was an acceptable response to that class.”

You gasped and began rambling about your chemistry professor. Azriel briefly checked his watch and relished in the fact that he had twenty more minutes to listen to you speak. He happened to miss, however, the waitress who was listening in just around the corner.

Elain was furious.

First, Azriel had a girlfriend that she had no idea about. Which was ridiculous because Elain considered Azriel to be one of her closest friends. And second—and perhaps most appalling—Rhysand was handing out gift cards to the staff and she had not been a recipient of this graciousness.

Elain narrowed her eyes and glared and the stucco lining the building before she slammed her way through the restaurant and straight into Rhysand’s office. The man calmly glanced up from his computer upon her arrival, an amused brow raised at her apparent fury.

“Hello, Elain,” he greeted. Rhysand leaned back in his chair and interlaced his fingers at his stomach. “You seem in high spirits.”

“Where’s my gift card?” she demanded, closing the door behind her with a harsh click. “You’re giving out gift cards and I have yet to receive one.”

Rhysand blinked. “I haven’t given out any gift cards.”

“And now you’re lying—great.” Elain plopped down in the cushioned chair on the other side of Rhysand’s desk. “I just heard Azriel talking about a gift card to that insanely expensive place that just opened. Rita’s or something. And he was talking to his girlfriend—did you know he had a girlfriend?”

“I did—”

Elain hadn’t been looking for a response. “He said you gave it to him. If you’re playing favoritism I will call the Better Business Bureau. And I’ll tell Nesta. You know how she gets around you. Also, why does Azriel, like, live here? Aren’t there laws around overtime? None of his seems fair and—”

“Elain,” Rhysand calmly interrupted. “May I answer any one of your questions? Or, perhaps, speak?”

Elain bit the inside of her cheek and nodded in annoyance.

“Perfect.” Rhysand crossed his ankle over his knee. “I haven’t given out any gift cards. If I do, I promise you’ll be the first to know. It’s possible that Azriel used me as a way to take his girlfriend out to dinner—as he has done countless times. If you were to meet her, you’d see why that was a necessity. She’s very much like Feyre in that way. In that explanation is also the reason why Azriel is always here, working.”

Elain felt her vexation deflate, but some of it lingered. “And why are you so knowledgeable about this mysterious girlfriend?”

Rhysand only shrugged. “Azriel’s private. Protective. He knows all of you are a bunch of gossips.”

Elain scoffed for the countless time that afternoon, still pissed that there was no gift card to be had.

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entirelysein-e · 3 months

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『 Good little toy 』

☼ synopsis: All he needs from you is to be quiet while he uses you to his hearts content - his favorite cum dump.

☼ wc: 1.6k

☼ cw: fem!reader, sub!reader, reader wearing a collar, oral (reader giving), face/throat fucking, clit and face slapping, cum eating, thigh riding, humiliation, degradation, no prep sex, breeding/creampie, choking.

☼ notes: repost from my Kinktober 2023 | yes another repost of one my fave pieces I wrote 💫

The deal with Toji was simple - he takes his pent up stress and anger out on you and you get the filthiest sex of your life, allowing you to break free from your good girl image you had to uphold in your 9-5 life. Moments with him were a sweet escape from your boring life and allowing you to let go, to give yourself over to him entirely. A small smile formed on your lips when he texted you during a meeting, making it hard to focus for the last few hours, your thighs already rubbing together in anticipation as the words of your boss became background noise, thinking about how he will humiliate you today. The second your meeting was over you clocked out and made your way to the address he sent you, yet another fancy hotel, another big bed you'll wake up alone in, enough cash on the nightstand to pay for breakfast and maybe to treat yourself, that would depend on how well you behave.

Toji gave you a lopsided smirk when you finally came into the door. “Took you long enough, princess” he cooed and his eyes drifted to the little bag that sat on the desk in the corner, catching your attention now as well. “Take a shower and change into it” he ordered, legs sprawled out on the bed as his back rested against the headboard. All you could do is grin and nod, knowing exactly that he bought you yet another set of lingerie that might not make it out alive from this encounter. Grabbing the bag you disappeared into the luxurious bathroom to take a hot shower in the rain shower, LED lights illuminating the dark tiled room in a beautiful purple as you lathered your body up with the lavender soap Toji bought for you. When you finally stepped out of the shower you took care of your skin and got dressed in the black lace lingerie he got you, the fabric barely covering your skin. The leather collar with a small chain caught your eye when it fell out of the bag, heat creeping up your neck when you gently put it on, a chain in the front enabling him to choke you later on and the thought of this alone made your head spin as you stepped out of the bathroom.

Your sweet scent filled the room and Toji already sat at the end of the bed, hungry eyes watching every move. “Crawl to me” he ordered with a dirty grin, loving to see you so submissive when you got onto all fours, crawling towards him as ordered. When you arrived at the bed he carefully reached for the chain at the collar, tugging it so you'd kneel “Remember to use the safeword if it's too much” he reminded you, voice laced with something that could resemble care and the moment you nodded you felt his broad hand connect to your cheek in a harsh slap “use your words, bitch” he hissed which made you smile “yes, Toji” you spoke up confident which earned you a satisfied smile and he released the grip on your collar to free his already aching cock. He’s been desperate for you since he got up, stroking himself through the fabric of his trousers as he waited for you to emerge from the bathroom and the sight of his thick cock, hanging low from the sheer weight it held almost made you drool. “That's right… you know what to do” he hummed and tapped the leaking tip against your soft lips, his hand wrapped loosely around the base.

He didn't need to tell you twice, eagerly parting your lips to let your tongue collect some of his leaking essence before wrapping your sweet lips around his tip, slowly lowering yourself until he hit the back of your throat to which he only gave you a warning glare, expecting you to take his entire length… and you tried, you really did but the last inch or two just wouldn't fit, making him pull you off by your hair, his glare now dangerously dark as he manhandles you onto the bed, your pretty head hanging off the bed. “Open up or do I need to make you?” He growled, ready to force his thick length into your mouth if needed but you willingly opened your mouth already “that's my good slut” he praised and pushed himself into your awaiting mouth with one harsh thrust, heavy balls slapping your face. A loud groan escaped his lips when he saw the outlines of his dick inside of your throat, gently thrusting his hips against your face before picking up the pace and making you gag repeatedly, leaving him chuckling as he enjoyed your discomfort.

One of his broad hands found their way to your dripping wet cunt, the crotchless panties giving him easy access but he didn't give you your release just yet, fucking your throat without mercy as he delivered one sharp hit against your puffy clit, making you squeal around him. “That's it, slut” he groaned, your throat contracting so beautifully around his shaft when you squeal, causing him to give your poor cunt a few more slaps until he came deep inside of your throat, strong arms keeping you in place as he rode his high out, making sure to pull out only once you swallowed everything he so graciously gave to you.

Your face was stained in saliva when he helped you sit up, his lips coming down to the crown of your head for a small kiss, a way to praise you for being so obedient before he sat back down onto the corner of the mattress, patting his thigh gently. “Sit” he ordered you around like a dog and you gladly took a seat, straddling his bare thigh, his pants pooling around his ankles by now. “You were such a good girl to me… now reward yourself. Go on, sweetheart” he mused, watching you struggle to grind your aching folds against his toned thigh, your clit highly sensitive from the slaps. Tojis strong hands helped you move at first before you found your rhythm, helplessly mewling into his neck as your arousal spread over his leg, making it easier for you to hump against it. He enjoyed how you got yourself off so eagerly, chuckling in amusement “look at you… humping me like a little bitch in heat and causing such a mess” he said cold, making you whimper but he was right - you were so desperate for relieve right now you'd to just about anything for him now if it means you'd get your sweet release. The movement of your hips got erratic, your moans now growing in pitch as you panted, amusing him further only to be pushed off right before the knot inside of you snapped. Your face was pushed against his wet thigh, rubbing you over the wet patch of his skin “clean your mess up, bitch” he growled and you hesitated for a moment, your entire body shaking from yet another denied orgasm but your tongue still darted out to taste yourself, licking his thigh clean from the remnants of your arousal before you got pulled around by your collar. “You're so pathetic” he slapped your face once more, the same hand forcing itself between your thighs to make sure you're still wet, his smirk growing when you whimpered from that alone, your folds dripping with your juices. “If you wanna act like a bitch in heat, I should breed you like one, don't you think?” He asked you amused, your brain not even thinking straight anymore when all you wanted was his fat cock buried deep inside of you.

Toji pushed you over the corner of the bed and pushed himself into your neglected cunt without warning or preparation, a silent scream leaving you as the stretch he provided you tossed you head first into an orgasm, crying out his name in ecstasy. “That's my good little slut. Gonna breed you nice and full now” He groaned, hips slamming against you harder with each thrust. Your body jolted each time, only the weight of his body keeping you in place as you helplessly wailed and screamed at the intensity in which the tip of his cock rammed against your cervix and letting you see stars, the knot inside of you tightening once more. Toji pulled on the back of the collar, choking you when he reached his high, his hot cum painting your walls white which pushed you over the edge another time, breathlessly screaming his name like a lewd prayer only for him to pull out the moment he filled you up. A satisfied smirk on his scarred lips as he watched his cum run out of your abused little hole in thick globs, pulling out his phone to take a quick picture. “You're so fucking pathetic” he chuckled, smearing his release over your folds, eliciting whines of overstimulation from you while he pulled his pants up with his free hand, ready to leave you there in the puddle of your combined juices - he was never a man for aftercare after all. All he came for was to use you and you enjoyed every second of it. A lopsided smile on your face when you heard the door shut behind him.

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intoxicated-chan · 1 year

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ROUGH MIGUEL PHARA PLEASEEEEEEE ILL DO ANYTHING I’LL GIVE YOU MY KIDNEYS

I Want You to Destroy Me so I’ll Feel Better

✿ฺ Paring ➳❥ Miguel O’Hara x GN!Reader

✿ฺ Summary ➳❥ Miguel doesn’t get carried away, but he does like to let loose from time-to-time, leaving you limping and bruised… Not like you’re complaining.

✿ฺ (A/n) ➳❥ Inspired by “In My Mouth” by Black Dresses. You can keep your kidneys! Thank you for the request, Anon!

✿ฺ Word Count ➳❥ 575

✿ฺ Content Warnings ➳❥ Gender neutral reader, established relationship, reader and Miguel are married, dub-con? bruises, hickies, biting, office sex, fangs, blood, penetration…

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Miguel wasn’t a big fan letting loose. His biggest fear was doing something that he’d regret, and leave a permanent scar on your body.

But he wasn’t going to lie and say that his employees did frustrate him. There were many times where they were lazy and decided to leave the important numbers or graphs to the unpaid interns, knowing the consequences of leaving an intern to do the work.

Which was the cause of his endless nights in his office, and many meetings of him explaining why leaving interns to do most of the work would land his company in hot water. Luckily, it hasn’t happened but there was always that ONE employee who doesn’t listen.

He was angry, frustrated, hungry, and tired. That’s when his lovely spouse comes in, with a hot meal and dressed in something provocative. He has the perfect stress relief right in front of him.

Miguel had you turned over on his desk, you felt his chest press against your stomach, and his hands kept a firm grip on your wrists, keeping them pinned to the desk. With each thrust, you’re pushed into the desk.

Your eyes are rolled back and you let out airy moans, you don’t know how long Miguel has had you kept in this position. Your body was sweaty, covered in hand marks or hickies, maybe a bite or two.

Miguel pulls out and thrusts back in, he hits all the right spots. You feel ecstasy run throughout your body, setting all kinds of jolts. As he goes harder, if that’s possible, he releases one of your wrists and he grabs your hips, feeling his claws dig into your skin.

The pleasure is making you drool all over his desk, “Miguel!” You gasp and moan his name, you feel him go even deeper, making you moan even louder. Now, you are certain his employees can hear you.

You weren’t even sure if Miguel had locked his door, which means any one of them could walk in.

Miguel spits out many curses in his language, his grip on your hip gets tighter which means he’s also getting close. He leans down and bites your shoulder, you could feel his fangs penetrate. You could feel him drool, his breathing gets heavy.

He pushes you over the edge as you feel yourself cum, the jolt of pleasure flows throughout your body as you let out a final moan. Miguel doesn’t pull out, he slams inside one last time, releasing his cum inside your hole.

You hear him growl and pull from your shoulder, he pants heavily as he doesn’t move. He doesn’t pull out.

You try to lift yourself up but Miguel slams you back down at the desk, “And where do you think you’re going?” He smirks, you could see your blood from the corners of his mouth, his tongue comes out and swipes at the blood, going back into his mouth.

“M-Miguel… You have that meeting-”

“Those idiots can wait, I need you right now. I need you to make me feel better.” Miguel leans down to your ear, “Can you do that for me?” He whispers in your ear.

You nod your head.

“Say it.”

“Yes.”

“Good.” Miguel doesn’t waste time and continues his hard and fast past.

You know when you leave his office, you’re going to be stared at. You know you’re going to be limping out of his office… Not like you’re complaining.

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eiightysixbaby · 1 year

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Having dirty thoughts about Eddie letting reader wear his guitar pick necklace for good luck at a job interview or something and later on when she’s riding him he can’t stop starring at his necklace dangling on her bare chest in front of him 🥵

i just ran with this hehehehehe hope u enjoy

18+ piv sex, slight choking, hickeys

“Fuuuuuck, baby. Takin’ me so well,” Eddie grunts, bottoming out inside of your wet cunt.

All you can do is whine, the air nearly knocked out of your lungs. The euphoria that takes over your body when Eddie fills you is like no other, your hands gripping onto his shoulders to sturdy yourself. You’d gotten a new job today, a great offer at a place you’ll be truly happy at, and this is how you’re celebrating - with Eddie’s cock stuffed deep inside of you. You’d been so nervous for the last week in anticipation for your interview, pacing the house all last night and barely able to sleep. Eddie had been nothing but reassuring the whole time, soothing your every worry. This morning he’d even given you his necklace to wear, calling it a good luck charm. “So you have a piece of me cheering you on the entire time,” he’d said when he clasped the chain together at the back of your neck, placing a kiss on the soft skin there.

It was the perfect reminder of him as you sat in the waiting room for your interview, heel bouncing nervously on the floor. And it was the perfect piece of comfort as you rattled off well-prepared answers to the questions they’d asked you, your fingers finding the guitar pick and squeezing it tight when you needed an extra bit of encouragement and confidence. When you left the interview, one new accepted job offer under your belt, you’d grasped the red plastic pick, holding it to your heart as you let your smile break loose. Eddie had been elated when you got home and told him the news, picking you up and spinning you around and kissing you all over till you were out of breath from giggling so much. “My perfect, amazing, badass baby girl,” he’d praised, making you flush with adoration.

One thing led to another, and now he has you split open for him, celebrating your win by giving you the best treatment he knows. You pull off your top, putting your breasts on display for him. Eddie’s hands immediately cup them over the silky fabric of your bra, groaning as he squeezes the flesh. His eyes rake up and down your frame, and he notices something he nearly forgot. His guitar pick necklace, the pendant resting perfectly in the valley between your tits.

“Fuck,” he breathes, the shiny silver chain enticing him.

He removes your bra slowly, gliding the straps over your shoulders, letting them droop. Skilled fingers unclasp the garment at the back, pulling it off of you and discarding it onto the floor. The necklace looks even better on your bare chest, and his mouth waters. He thrusts up into you harder, making you cry out his name. One of his hands grips the chain of the necklace, tugging just enough to make you pliant but not enough to break the chain.

“You look so fucking gorgeous wearing my necklace, baby,” he purrs, rolling his hips up again. “Love marking my fucking territory,” his voice turns to a growl, his other hand squeezing the flesh of your hip.

“Fuck, Eddie,” you whine, gasping when his hand climbs upwards and his thick fingers clasp around your throat, applying enough pressure to make you blissfully hazy.

“D’you like wearing my necklace, sweet girl?” he asks, twisting the chain and tugging again.

“Y-yeah, fuck, reminds me who I belong to,” your voice is airy, bordering on a whimper. You couldn’t help but find your thoughts trailing off on your drive home earlier, thinking about the way this very necklace sways in your face every time Eddie fucks you. You’d managed to keep those thoughts at bay during your interview, but they’d been rampant in your mind since.

Eddie releases your neck, gripping your hips with both hands now as he holds you steady. His hips buck into yours, setting a brutal pace as you bounce atop him. He watches your face, watches it contort into expressions of pure bliss, watches his necklace dangling as it hits your skin and then bounces away again with each of his thrusts. He tilts his chin up, his mouth pressing messy kisses to the base of your neck. He sucks hickeys into the skin there, leaving a trail of bruises that decorate the curve of it . You can feel what he’s doing, panting his name as his tongue soothes the sore skin. He pulls back, admiring his work, his cock still spreading you apart in delicious strokes. He pulls you even closer, his lips close to your ear as a low groan escapes him.

“There, sweetheart,” he drawls, “I think I like that necklace even better.”

#leah’s got mail 💌#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb

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gogogodzilla · 1 year

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If you take asks for Connor, I'd like a story where basically reader does connor so hard he short circuits or something along those lines and reader is like "omg are you ok???" And after a moment, he's like, "very" idk I hope I explained it well

Missed You || Connor (RK800)

Summary: You couldn't wait for date night.

Warnings: smut, afab read, semi-public sex, fingering, slight choking, Connor has a praise kink, argue w the wall

{Masterlist}

After a few months of dating, you and Connor had developed some form of a schedule. Every Saturday was date night, and this week had you particularly eager for it to arrive. You’d barely spent any time with Connor with him being stuck on a case that had him halfway across the city for most of his days and working late nights.

Saturday night rolled around like it always did, and you paced your shared apartment in anticipation of Connor arriving. You’d both agreed on just going to a movie. It was the one you’d been dying to see, so you weren’t complaining.

The sound of keys jingling against the lock had you practically sprinting to the front door and flinging it open. Connor looked down at you with wide eyes, his keys hovering mid-air.

You grabbed the lapels of his usual suit jacket and brought him into a kiss. He let out a small sound of surprise against your lips but quickly melted into your grasp. He wrapped his arms around you as he nudged you further into your apartment and kicked the front door closed.

“Missed you,” you murmured against his lips as you ran a hand through his hair.

He slowly pulled away, taking in your features. “I just need to get changed and then we can go,” he offered, patting your hip as he released you.

You wanted to say to hell with date night and just ravish him where he stood, but you forced yourself to nod. It’ll be worth the wait, you tried to convince yourself.

The tension in the air was palpable as Connor emerged from the bedroom, rolling up the sleeves of his button-up. Your gaze traveled up his forearms, taking in every inch of exposed skin. He had the same idea, and his eyes raked over the hem of the dress that danced across your thighs as you shifted your weight from foot to foot.

You forced yourself to look away as you moved to grab your car keys and tossed them to Connor. “Ready?” you questioned, ignoring the way your heart was practically bursting out of your chest from the way he was looking at you.

“Always,” Connor responded, kissing your forehead as he passed and grabbing your hand to lead you to the elevator.

You eyed the emergency stop button as you stood far too close to Connor in the cramped elevator. No one would even notice the elevator was stopped for a few minutes, you reasoned.

Ding!

The chime of the elevator caused you to nearly jump out of your skin, and Connor shot you a look.

“Are you feeling okay? Your heart rate has been high ever since we left; we don’t have to go to the movie—”

“No!” you cut him off, even though every fiber of your being was begging you to drag him back into your apartment. “I’m fine,” you assured him, resting your hand on his arm and keeping it there for far longer than you should have.

He raised a brow, eyeing you. You ignored him and led him out to your car before hopping in the passenger seat.

Connor wordlessly hopped into the driver’s seat, and you watched him. You wondered if the long week apart was affecting him as much as it was affecting you. You saw how he was practically undressing you with his eyes when he came home. His usual precise movements were far more controlled than they usually were, stiffening every time your skin came into contact with his. It couldn’t hurt to test the waters.

Connor always set his right hand on the gear shift or your thigh when he was driving, and today was no exception. He loosely gripped the gear shift as he drove, gaze never leaving the road. A wise decision.

You took his hand and placed it on its normal spot on your thigh. He glanced over at you. You could’ve sworn you saw his free hand tighten on the steering wheel, betraying the small smile that flashed across his lips.

A few minutes of comfortable silence pass, and you decide to push your luck a little further.

“Are these pants new?” you causally questioned as you leaned over and ran a hand down his upper thigh, giving him a perfect view down the bodice of your dress.

Connor cleared his throat and swallowed hard, “They’re the same pants I always wear.”

You hum and move to return to your seat, your hand accidentally grazing over the place you wanted so badly. Connor sucked in a breath as he approached the red light. You grinned, bathed in crimson.

“Connor,” you purred, lolling your head to the side to look at him. The light turned green and he pressed on the accelerator, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. His eyes grazed the bare skin of your thighs before returning to the road.

Your heart rate picked up as Connor turned down a side street in the opposite direction of the movie theater. You weren’t going to make your showing.

Connor’s movements were controlled as he picked a secluded spot to park. You were on him before he could even fully pull the keys out of the ignition, clumsily climbing over the center console.

The keys tumbled out of Connor’s hand and clattered to the floorboard, but he didn’t seem to care as he pulled you in for a heated kiss. He pushed the seat back so you could comfortably sit, legs straddling his thighs and skirt hiked up just enough to tease him.

“Couldn’t wait,” you murmured against his lips as you pulled away, your breaths entangling in one another.

“You’ve been looking forward to this movie all week,” Connor teased, running a hand up the bare skin of your thigh and cupping the curve of your ass.

You dipped down and hovered next to his ear, whispering, “I’ve also been looking forward to riding you until you short-circuit.”

Connor’s grip tightened on your ass, and he shoved your hips down to grind against him. The tent in his pants pressed against your clothed core and caused a shudder to run through your body.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” he questioned, voice husky and increasing the ache in your core that had gained intensity since you left the apartment.

You nodded, leaning down to kiss him and run a hand over his covered length. Connor jutted his hips up to meet you, groaning as you ran a hand over the smooth fabric of his pants. His nails raked up your thighs and he hooked his fingers on the waistband of your underwear and tugged hard enough for the side seams to rip, and for them to fall in his lap.

Your gasp was quickly swallowed by his lips against yours and his fingers sliding through your folds and circling your clit. Breathy moans escaped you as you shoved your head in the crook of his neck, lazily pressing kisses to the hardly exposed skin.

He ran a finger over your entrance and you pressed against him, begging for him to fill you. He obliged, slowly inching a finger inside of you before quickly adding another, stretching you deliciously. He pumped his fingers, savoring the way you clenched around him, aching for more. He curled his fingers inside of you, brushing against the spot that had you seeing stars, and you cried out his name, throwing your head back.

“Fuck me,” you whimpered, grinding yourself against his fingers when he stopped his movements. “Please, Connor.”

He removed his fingers and slipped them past your lips, making you taste yourself. You ran your tongue over the pads of his fingers as you met his gaze. He used his free hand to undo his belt, the smooth leather brushing against your thighs.

You reached down to where your hips met, unbuttoning his pants and yanking down the zipper, impatience coursing through you. You released his length from his pants, eliciting a breathy sigh from Connor. You pumped your hand, thumb sliding over his tip and spreading the bead of precum that had formed.

You aligned him with your entrance and you both groaned as you lowered yourself onto his length, savoring the way he stretched you. You started rocking against him, flushing as the suspension of your car squeaked with your movements.

Connor gathered the skirt of your dress in one hand and watched as you ground against him. You dipped down to kiss him, reaching up to rest one of your hands against his throat. He twitched from within you, and he snapped his hips to meet yours.

“So good for me,” you praise, squeezing his throat lightly as he looked up at you, eyes unfocused and mouth hanging open.

His hands found your clit and resumed the same tight circles as before. You released your hold on his throat as you rocked your hips into his, feeling the familiar heat pooling in your stomach.

It took no time for your release to hit you, Connor’s length finding the spot that had you moaning his name over and over again. Your release caused you to squeeze Connor’s cock, pushing him to finish directly after you. Connor lifted his hips to meet yours, and threw his head back, letting out a guttural moan. His whole body froze and tensed under you as his climax washed over him. Connor twitched inside of you as you slowed and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

After a few moments, when his eyes still hadn’t opened, you brushed a finger over his chest, relief washing over you when you felt the familiar thrumming of his bioregulator.

“Connor?” you murmured, tapping his cheek lightly. “You alright?”

His lashes fluttered as he slowly opened his eyes, a small smile curving into his features. “Did I say how much I missed you?” he hummed, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“No,” you mentioned, chucking, “although, I think I have an idea.”

#detroit become human #rk800 x you #dbh x reader #dbh connor #rk800 x reader #dbh rk800 #rk800 x reader smut #connor x reader smut #connor x reader #reader insert #zilla answers

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moonstruckme · 8 months

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Hi mae:)

If you feel like you could you write poly!marauders and how they would dirty talk to fem reader while fucking her?

Hi gorgeous :) Thank you for requesting!

cw: smut mdni, oral, fingering, unprotected p in v, d/s dynamics, praise (it seems like I'm incapable of doing smut without praise, but really who's surprised)

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 565 words

“What is it you want, dove?”

Remus’ thumb draws loose, languid figure-eights into your clit, his amber eyes watching you interestedly while his other hand stokes James’ cock. James moans into your cunt, and the vibrations send tingling shockwaves through you. Your breath catches in your throat, tears springing to your eyes.

“I—I want—”

“You won’t get anything unless you ask for it properly,” Remus reminds you. “Come on.”

An agonized keening sound tears from you. “Please,” you choke out.

“Please what, baby?” Sirius’ voice is low and crooning. He smears a kiss onto your neck, careful not to loosen his grip on your wrists, held high above your head in one of his hands while the other toys idly with your tit. “Y’want them to go slower? Is that it?”

You make a small sound of protest, but he only tuts at you.

“Don’t want to use your words, huh?”

Remus’ thumb stalls and he lightens the pressure on your clit, cooing insincerely when you whine. “Aw, I think we’ve fucked her dumb.” He releases James’ cock, but the other boy doesn’t complain as Remus reaches up to wipe a stray tear from your face. Precum smears across your cheek. “You don’t even remember the words to get what you want, do you sweet girl?”

“Poor baby,” Sirius agrees. He’s smiling against your skin, teeth scraping the column of your throat as he pinches your nipple between his forefinger and thumb, tugging lightly.

James’ tongue sponges over something sweet inside of you, and you cry out, hips twitching upward into Remus’ stilled thumb. Sirius swears as your wrists almost slip from his grip.

“Oi.” Remus’ hand comes entirely away from your clit, delivering a swat to your bum that has you jolting on the bed. “Quit squirming.”

James presses a chaste kiss to your cunt, looking up at you with his too-big, too-warm eyes. “You wanna be a good girl for us,” he says, “yeah, honey?”

You nod, panting as another tear skids down your face.

“Course she does.” Sirius makes sure he has your wrists secured again before using his other hand to stroke comfortingly up and down your side. “She is a good girl, aren’t you baby?”

You nod again. “Yeah,” you manage.

Remus’ eyebrows lift. “Well, look who’s found their voice.”

He sets a hand on your hip, steadying himself as he leans over you for a long, amorous kiss. “Now.” He leaves his nose slotted against yours, breath hitting your lips. “What do you want, dove?”

“I want—I want you,” you say unsteadily. “Inside me.”

He backs up an inch, waiting.

“Please.”

You can see Remus wanting to smile, but he doesn’t let himself, leaning back until his hips are hovering over yours. James moves to make room for him, taking your wrists from Sirius so the other boy can wrap his hand around James’ cock. It twitches at the sight of Remus lining up over you. He catches you looking and smiles, stooping down for a kiss.

“You look so pretty,” he whispers against your lips.

You’re about to return the compliment when Remus drags his cock through your folds, unable to tamp down his grin this time as you gasp and he feels just how wet you already are.

“Keep your legs open for me, dove. Don’t want the boys to have to do that for you, too.”

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manheimsmuse · 9 months

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Could you write smut for Ryan Baker? Like he’s jealous or something and is trying to prove a point

BEHAVE ; RYAN BAKER

a/n; very loosely based on that one scene in saltburn because i havent stopped thinking about that movie since i watched it.

warnings; 18+, smut under the cut, afab!reader, fem!pronouns used, fingering, pnv, unprotected sex for the love of god do not to this, ryan is a little mean, degrading language, second ryan smut in a bathroom my subconscious is telling me something.

“look at me when i’m talking to you,”

ryan barks out, grabbing your chin and forcing you to face the mirror in front of you as he bent you over someone’s bathroom sink.

scuba’s party, like all his previous parties, was insane. his house was packed full of people, most of them you never saw before in your life. you knew evan, though, and apparently ryan did not like that.

it was a harmless conversation, ryan was wrapped up in his own with friends of his you didn’t know so when evan approached you you welcomed the opportunity to do something other than stand there looking pretty. you spoke about nothing in hindsight, laughed at some dumb jokes he made and let his flirty comments fly over your head with no acknowledgment.

ryan acknowledged them though, joining your conversation after evan’s second comment on your appearance. five minutes later he’d dragged you into the downstairs bathroom and was pushing your dress up around your hips.

“you think it’s cute, hm? letting some loser jock paw at you like that?”

he repeated his question, one hand remaining on your face as the other found home between your legs, his middle and ring fingers finding their way inside you easily.

you gasp in response, knuckles whitening as you grip the ceramic basin. you always knew ryan was jealous, always worried that someone better would come along and you’d drop him in a heartbeat.

“answer me, angel.”

ryan demands, fingers curling inside you and eliciting a moan from your throat.

“he - he didn’t touch me.”

you challenge, refusing to give in so quickly and give him the answer he wants.

“you think you’re fuckin’ funny, huh?”

he chuckles, fingers moving at a pace that has your jaw hung open and your noises becoming more frequent.

“i think you’re acting like a slut. couldn’t handle not having my attention for five seconds? that desperate that you’d let that neanderthal speak to you like that?”

“ryan, ‘m gonna — no, wait!”

you whine as he retracts his fingers, cursing yourself for letting him know that you were about to cum already.

“what? you think i’m gonna reward that behaviour?”

he laughs, not his usual sweet laugh, but a laugh that lets you know you’re in trouble. his middle finger comes back to slowly circle your clit as he releases his grip on your face to undo his belt.

“ryan.”

“are you gonna behave, angel?”

his voice is almost gentle as he shoves his jeans down just enough to free himself, applying the slightest bit more pressure to your aching clit.

“ryan, please.”

“i said. are you going to behave?”

as he repeats himself he teases your entrance with the head of his cock, grinning at the way your body reacts to such a small gesture.

“i’ll behave.”

you agree desperately, frantically nodding your head in the hopes your answer has satisfied him enough to give you what you want.

“that’s a good girl,”

he groans, pushing into with one motion that has you crying out loud enough you wouldn’t be surprised if someone heard you.

“gonna fuck that attitude right out of you while i’m at it too.”

#manheimsmuse #milo manheim #milo manheim x reader #ryan baker #ryan baker x reader #ryan baker smut #ryan thanksgiving #thanksgiving movie #thanksgiving

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mphoenix-7 · 2 months

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Bitter Allies [Soap x Reader]

Chapter 11: The Cabin: Day 5 (pt. 2)

Summary: You hoped things would be better in the morning, but they aren’t. Your nightmares continue to haunt you, and Soap suggests a way for you to get over them.

Word Count: 5,258

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, swearing, strong language, PTSD like symptoms, kinda fluff?

A/N: Sorry again for the delay! Hopefully it’ll have been worth the wait! I’m hoping to get back to weekly updates, but I work 9 hour days and sometimes just don’t have time to write. Thanks for reading, reblogging, and all your comments!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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Bitter Allies • Part 11

You're horribly groggy as you begin to wake up. Getting short bursts of rest throughout the night, coupled with lots of stress, did not make for good sleep. Even now you can hardly stand to open your eyes, and your body feels so heavy.

The dream you'd just had still lingers in the back of your mind, but you're currently too tired to really think about it too much. You're more focused on trying to figure out your surroundings.

The harsh morning sunlight is pouring through the cabin windows, bathing the room in a soft orangish color. Your space against the wall on the opposite side of the room, where your cot normally sits, is empty. Though you do remember Soap having moved your cot over to sit next to his last night. What was odd though was that you were lying next to your cot. You can see that your pillow, the mattress, and borrowed liner all sit vacant in the space before you.

You blink a few times in confusion, your tired mind trying to piece together why you can see your bed and all of your bedding. Then it hits you. You feel a presence behind you, the soft rustling of someone shifting slightly in their sleep. There's only one person it could be.

A warm arm drapes heavily across your hip, holding you against him but not too tightly. His head is nestled directly behind yours, his lips close to your ear. Slow, steady breaths of warm air brush against your skin with each exhale. To top it all off, you're fairly certain you can feel the firm press of something right against your backside.

In a half-asleep, half-panicked state, you jolt to look behind you, needing to confirm that what you thought was happening actually was. Sure enough, there behind you is Soap. He's sleeping with one arm under his pillow, propping his head slightly higher than yours, and the other slung around you. He's fast asleep, his lips parted just slightly, but he doesn't stay asleep for long due to your movement.

As you jolt, Soap's arm, loosely draped over your hip, tightens instantly. The sudden movement startles him awake; you feel his entire body tense up behind you. There's a sharp inhale of breath, and his eyes snap open, wide and full of surprise. His sleepy gaze struggles to fully focus on yours.

You don't give him enough time to really process what's happening, though. When you shifted to look back at him, it pressed his erection into you more, confirming what you'd been feeling. You try to struggle out of his grip, pushing at his shoulder.

"The hell?! Get off!" You shout at him, unsuccessful with your escape attempt. He was still holding your hip tightly, making it almost impossible to get away. All it really did was making you wriggle right against his erection.

Soap, still groggy and trying to wrap his head around everything after being rudely awakened, feels you wiggling right against his crotch. The friction pulls a moan from him, his hips instinctively snapping up firmly against your ass to seek out that feeling. As soon as Soap recognizes what's happening, he releases your hip and tries to push you away. All your rapid and random movements make it hard for him to actually move you, and his pushing just makes it harder for you to move.

"Fucking hell! Stop wiggling!" he shouts, letting out another strangled moan as he tries to back away. His back is already pressed against the wall, leaving him with nowhere to go. The beds you have are small for one person, and having two on them makes for a very tight fit.

"Oh my God! Don't moan!" you shout back, turning over in an attempt to slap his hands away. That movement just drags your ass against him, pulling yet another groan from him.

"Stop rubbing against it!" he shouts. "You're just making it worse!"

He finally manages to shove you away, but you don't make it to your bed. The cots are close enough to almost form one bed, but there's still a crack between them. When he shoves you, you fall into that space, pushing your cot away and landing hard on the wooden floor.

On the way down, you let out a yelp before you thump onto the floor. Your legs are still up on his cot as you stare up at the ceiling. Soap scrambles to the edge, looking down at you.

"Ah, fuck. You alright?" He asks, gently pushing your legs to the side so they fall off.

You glare up at him as he continues to stare down at you. "No, I'm not fucking alright! I just woke up to you spooning me and your cock pressing against my ass!" You huff. "And then to top it all off, you pushed me onto the floor!"

"Glad to see you're feeling more like yourself this morning," Soap comments, making you pout at him. He continues, "I thought we were starting fresh. No more arguing. Throwing in the towel already on that?"

"No! But how would you feel waking up to someone's dick on your ass?" You push yourself to sit upright as Soap leans back more onto his bed.

"Hey, I didn't consent to you joining me on my bed either! And if it makes you feel any better, it's just morning wood."

"That does not make me feel better!"

"You've had the damn thing inside you! You're gonna get all huffy now when it presses against you?" Soap argues further.

You groan. Fighting with him again is not something you really want to do. Things were supposed to be different now. "Considering the fact you keep saying we can't be fucking around with each other? Yeah, I'm gonna be huffy if it's touching me."

You fold your arms over your chest, watching Soap try to come up with something smart to say back. You can practically see the wheels turning in his brain, his eyes narrowed just slightly as he thinks. His answer is one that completely surprises you.

"Eh, fair point." He shrugs, throwing back his covers and getting up.

Your jaw drops slightly. You're so taken aback by him just giving in, admitting you were right, that you don't even react to his movement for a long moment. That never, ever, happened. Soap was never one to deescalate an argument. He normally instigated it and did everything in his power to push your buttons. This was very uncharacteristic of him.

His leg brushes past your shoulder as you remain frozen on the ground. He goes about getting ready for the morning, heading to the suitcase he has yet to unpack to find some relatively clean clothes to wear for the day. You were both officially out of fresh ones now. Slowly, you turn to look at him as he sniffs one of his shirts, trying to find one that doesn't smell as bad as the others.

"Wait, what did you say?" you inquire, still not fully believing your ears. "Did you just say I made a fair point?"

Soap rolls his eyes, readjusting the shirt in his hands to find the head hole before slipping it on. "Don't let it go to your head. Only letting you off easy since you had a rough night last night."

"I made a fair point?" You say again, ignoring him as you start to grin. "Soap MacTavish just said I made a fair point."

"Haud yer wheesht..." He grumbles, shaking his head as he moves out into the kitchen. "I'm not gonna do that ever again if you're gonna make such a big deal out of it."

You follow him out, not quite ready to change out of your pajamas yet. You'd do that after breakfast. "Alright, alright. I just wish I had my phone. I could have recorded that or something. Ghost is never gonna believe me."

"Yeah, you're not telling Ghost." Soap comments as he begins to rummage around for something to eat for breakfast. You were limited to pretty much just bread at this point or your MREs. Lots of food had been either dropped, smashed, or burnt within the four previous days.

"Fuck, we have nothing." He grumbles, pulling out a few packets of MREs to shuffle through. "You want beef ravioli, jalapeño beef patty, hash browns with onions, or cheese tor- oh nope, I'm taking this one." He tucks what is arguably the best MRE under his armpit.

"Gee, thanks." You roll your eyes as he hands you the remaining three options, picking out the hash browns for yourself. At least your pick was closer to a breakfast option. Though if you'd been shuffling through them yourself, you probably would have grabbed the cheese tortellini too.

You sit down at the small table and open up your MRE. It contains hashbrowns with onions, pre-cooked bacon, some crackers with a cheese spread, an oatmeal cookie, a little bit of trail mix, and a drink mix for iced tea. It's a lot of food for breakfast and extremely high in calories, as MREs always are. You set aside a few of the items to eat later as a snack, then get to work on preparing what you plan to eat now.

First, you get the hashbrowns into the heating bag and add water, knowing it will take at least five minutes. As you do, Soap preps his cheese tortellini, though unlike you, he digs into some of the extra goodies his meal kit came with. You both prepare your breakfasts mostly in silence, the only sounds being heard are the crinkling of multiple wrappers being opened, and Soap eating his crackers and peanut spread.

"You have anymore nightmares last night?" Soap eventually asks. He'd run out of things to prep and open at that point and was now waiting for his food to heat up.

You pause at his question, your dream coming back to the forefront of your mind. You'd completely forgotten about it until now. Did you consider your steamy dream a nightmare? If not, then to answer Soap's question, technically no. Once your cot had been moved next to his, you didn't have anymore. Though that might have just been because your subconscious had been distracted.

"Yes and no." You answer slowly, poking at your still warming food. You didn't want to look at him, fearing that doing so would just make you remember the dream better. "Definitely not as bad as some of the others. But still... kinda there." You shrug. You're not totally lying. You still do remember the bear figure being present even during the steamy dream.

"I think I only heard you whimper a few times." Soap says. "Every time I nudged you, you just stopped. And obviously you didn't have any big episodes, otherwise I would have woken up."

You blush a little bit, chewing the inside of your cheek. You really hope that the whimpers hadn't been from the more erotic dream and were just from some nightmare you couldn't remember. "Hopefully that's the last of them..." You mutter, looking down at the table. This only seems to make Soap worry though.

"What was the last one about? You said it wasn't as bad as the others." He questions, and for a moment, you're worried that he already somehow knows. Maybe you had been moaning last night, and he heard you. Though Soap didn't look like he knew anything. His face was innocent. It didn't look like he was digging for information, just genuinely wanting to know what your "nightmare" had been about. But he was also a highly trained SAS soldier that could hide his emotions well if he really wants to.

"Uh you know..." you answer slowly. "Just like the others. The bear was there. I was back in the lake. It was stalking me..."

Then you were there and fucked me.

When you don't continue on further, Soap frowns at you. From his point of view, you looked like you were just retreating back into your own head. Reliving the experience over again. Your eyes were distant, unfocused, hazy.

"States? Hey, you ok?" He asks softly, making you look back at him. He looked worried.

"Yeah... yeah, I'm fine. I just don't really wanna talk about it." You mutter, and Soap gives you a slow nod, though his eyes stay focused on you for a long moment.

"Alright... uh hey, you wanna trade cookies? I have a chocolate chip one, but I really like oatmeal." He offers, holding up the package.

"Yeah, sure." You smile, sliding the oatmeal cookie across the table to him while he tosses you his. You really like chocolate chip cookies in general, and the MRE chocolate chip cookies weren't too bad.

The rest of your morning meal was eaten mostly in silence. Soap in his own thoughts, and you in yours. This was probably the most peaceful morning you'd had together, probably ever. You're mostly thinking about yesterday though. The bear, the nightmares, the dream you had of Soap. The only thing that interrupts that is the burn in your bladder. You'd sort of had to go before bed, but there was no way in hell you would have left the cabin last night. Now that it was daylight out though, you think you can manage.

Once you finish the last few bites of your MRE, you stand up. Your chair groans a bit as it slides across the floor. Gathering the wrappers, you head over to the trash bin and dispose of them. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom." You tell Soap.

"Alright. Don't fall in." He jokes, making you roll your eyes. He's used that same joke every time you've given him the heads up you're using the outhouse.

The outhouse itself was just a deep hole in the ground with three flimsy walls and a door to block it off. It's a fairly big hole though. You'd have to fall a certain way, but it's entirely possible for someone to fit down it.

"Ha. Ha. So funny." You deadpan, walking over and grabbing the doorknob to leave. You try to turn it, but you find that you can't. Suddenly you're just frozen. You're getting nervous again just looking down at it, your heart beating a little faster. Your grip tightens as you will yourself to just open the door, but you still don't budge.

Soap, still seated at the table, watches you the entire time. He can clearly see that you're hesitating to open the door up, and it makes him frown a little bit. "You good, States?" He asks softly.

"Yeah." You nod quickly. "Yeah, just... yep." You try a little harder, making yourself shake as your body just refuses to do what you want it to.

This was so stupid. You were a soldier in the military for fuck's sake. Did it really just take a wild animal to shake you this much? You didn't think something like that would scare you as much as it had.

"I promise you there's nothing out there." Soap tries to helpfully add, but it just adds more tension.

"I know! I just need a second." You snap, frustrated more with yourself than feeling mad at him. For once Soap was genuinely trying to be helpful, so you didn't want to snap at him, but it was hard not too. It makes you feel a little guilty when he's silent, giving you the space you asked for.

You take another deep breath and close your eyes, repeating over and over in your head that it's fine. This fear is irrational. The bear was gone, and you were a highly trained military operations expert that didn't get scared by stuff like this. Forcing your way past all the fear creeping up your spine, you turn the knob, throw the door open, push the screen door open, and rush outside.

You waste no time in quickly making your way down the steps and trying to rush to the outhouse. Shiver after shiver keeps going down your spine and fear prickles at the back of your neck. Your entire system is in high alert, eyes snapping from bush to bush along the tree line just in case there was some startling movement.

The short ten second walk to the toilet feels like it takes way more than that now. When you finally reach the door and step inside, you expected to feel safe. If anything at least safer. However, being in the small space just makes you feel cornered. There was only one exit, the main door. If there was something at the other side, you would be stuck. The only thing in the small shack to even remotely keep you safe would be if you shimmed your way down the hole. That wasn't really an option you were willing to do.

Trying to push all those thoughts aside, you try your best just to do what you came here to do. You're so tense it takes a moment to actually pee, but you manage to get it over with. Quickly freshening up best you can in the small space, you are now tasked with trying to leave. You thought this would be easy since you wanted to just be back in the cabin, but trying to make yourself open the door, go back outside into the open area, was proving to be hard to do too.

You wished so badly there was a window so you could peek outside and make sure everything was clear. All you can do is listen but that's causing more stress than it is easing it. You're overanalyzing every sound and probably making some up at this point too.

Groaning softly, you try to clear your head and just go for it. Right as you're about to just bite the bullet and go, you can hear the unmistakable sound of something walking outside. You hold your breath, listening as it gets closer and closer.

"States? You still in there?"

You breathe a sigh of relief. It was just Soap. Though of course it would be. You even knew in the back of your mind it was him. His footsteps sound way different than the soft steps a bear would take.

"Yeah, I am." You answer him.

"You alright? You've been in there for a little bit now. Didn't fall in did you?" He asks, his voice sounding like it was just on the other side of the door now.

You huff, rolling your eyes and pushing open the door now. It was easy to do now that you knew Soap was outside too. When you push the door open, Soap is right there, his arms crossed over his chest and a hint of worry in his eyes. It fades when he sees you though.

"Nope. Just finished actually." You tell him. "All yours."

"Yeah right," he chuckles. "I'm not going in there after you. That must have been some shit you just took. You were in there for a while. I'm gonna let that one clear up before I go in."

You scoff at him, but you can't help but wonder how long it'd been. It didn't feel like you were in there too long, but you know it had taken you a bit of time to work up the nerve to leave.

You open your mouth to reply to him, tell him off, but the reply dies on your tongue. A deer that had been hiding out in the bushes nearby decides to take off running. The sound of the deer's quick steps on the leafs and the frantic slapping of the branches makes you tense up. You whip around before your brain can even process what's happening, backing up to stand close to Soap.

Soap presses a hand into your lower back, preventing you from backing away any further or bolting. "Relax, States," he says gently, keeping his hand firmly against you. "It's just a deer."

You let out a shaky exhale, bringing your hand up to your chest and placing it over your heart. It's pounding harshly against your fingertips.

"Fuck..." you breath shakily, trying to force your tense shoulders to relax. "Yeah... yeah, just a deer." Despite your words, your eyes remain fixed on the spot where the deer had been. Your senses are on high alert, craving visual confirmation that it really was just a deer, though it's long gone by now.

"Hey..." Soap's voice softens, pulling your attention back to him. "States, look, I-I know you didn't sleep well last night, and I get that it was a scary experience and all that, but—"

"I'll be fine." You quickly cut him off. You know what he was going to say, but you don't want to hear him say it. That it's an irrational fear. That it would ruin you. That it makes you a liability. You didn't want to hear that right now. "Look, I just need to sleep. That's it. I'm just tired still. It was a long night, and I just need to process everything still." You add, hoping to convince him.

Soap doesn't look very convinced though. There is a heavy frown on his face, his brows pinched together in concern. He doesn't offer any further argument, but his eyes show you there is more he wants to say. Before he can think of something to say though, you make your exit.

"I'm.. I'm gonna head in." You tell him, turning quickly and retreating back to the cabin. You only manage to get a few paces away from him before Soap is turning and trying to catch up with you. He easily catches up to you in a few quick strides.

"States, wait up." He calls after you, grabbing your arm to make you turn back to look at him. "Look, I get it. I know this whole thing has really freaked you out, but you can't let that fear keep controlling you."

"Soap, please. I told you I'm fine, I'll-"

"No, lass, you're not fine. You had nightmare after nightmare last night. Now that's one thing, but the fact you're so jumpy this morning is not good. This isn't just nightmares, it's affecting you in the real world. How the fuck are you gonna handle any mission in the woods from now on if you're always gonna be panicking about if there's a bear, or God forbid, some other animal that makes noise?"

You feel yourself getting defensive. You know it's a problem, but it's hard for you to show weaknesses, especially ones affecting your performance. And showing any weakness to Soap is still not something you're used to either. Even though you've shown some vulnerability over the past few days, it was only when you were worn down. That wall has been up for a long time, and it wasn't going to come down easily.

"Give me a break! It happened yesterday. I can't just get over something like that in a few hours." You snap, your frustration boiling over.

Soap's face hardens the second your tone gets defensive. He was easily falling back into old habits. "I'm not saying you have to get over it right now, but you can't afford to be this jumpy. You have to start dealing with it."

"And I'm gonna deal with it by taking a nap."

"You're not gonna fix shite with a nap! All you're gonna do is have another nightmare and make it worse!"

You cross your arms and glare at him, feeling yourself getting more and more frustrated with him. Another fight just waiting to happen. You can just feel the tension bubbling under your skin, waiting for Soap to say something that was going to set you off.

"So what's your brilliant plan, then? Send me out into the wilderness, find a bear, and fight it?"

Soap scoffs at you and rolls his eyes, clearly just as frustrated and upset as you are. You can see the tension building in him too, both of you on the verge of an argument, ready to be set off like a chain reaction. He's about to snap when suddenly, he pauses, his expression shifting as an idea strikes him. "Actually, that's not a bad idea."

You're taken aback, blinking in surprise. "I am not fighting a fucking bear, you dumbass!" You shout at him, not fulling understanding what he was thinking.

"No not the fighting the bear part!" He huffs. "Just the going on a hike part. Go get changed and pack a bag, we're gonna go on a hike." He walks past you, making for the cabin.

You stare at his retreating form, utterly shocked. "What? You can't be serious."

Soap stops and turns back to look at you. "I am very serious. You aren't going to get over your fear by hiding out in the cabin all day and napping. A long walk outside might help you get it through your head that there aren't just bears waiting at every turn to attack you."

You stare at him in disbelief. "And what if we run into another bear or the fucking same one?"

Soap crosses his arms, his stance unwavering. "Well then even better. You can practice all those things I showed you last night." He gives you a look that says he's completely serious about this plan.

"I don't-" You being to protest, your mind scrambling for any excuse to avoid this hike, but Soap stops you before you can say anything else.

"Lass, I'm going to be there with you. It'll be fine. Nothing is going to happen to you." His voice softens slightly, trying to reassure you. When you don't say anything else, he continues, his eyes steady on yours. "Look, I get it. I know this scares you. But I also have watched you try to take on four men by yourself, so I know you can handle it."

You scoff at him, folding your arms defensively over your chest. "Yeah, and according to you, I fucked that up." You mutter bitterly.

"Well, yeah. You did. You missed a guy." He says, and you give him a harsh glare, opening your mouth to argue, but he quickly continues. "But you still took them on! The only other person I know who would do that is Ghost. You're brave enough to take on four men but not brave enough to take on a bear?"

"Taking on those guys and a bear aren't the same thing."

"Oh yeah? Tell me the difference? Those men had guns and the bear didn't? The men are probably a lot more intelligent than a bear? The men would shoot you immediately if you shout at them, but a bear will run away?"

You glare at him. "No, that's not it."

"Oh, well then is the difference that facing men who were trained, armed, and coordinated is somehow easier than facing a simple minded bear? That knowing these men had the intent and means to kill you was less terrifying than an animal acting on instinct? You ask me, it sounds like someone who can take on that can certainly take on a wild animal."

The more comparisons he makes, the more you can feel the anger in you bubbling. He just didn't get it. You didn't fight those guys because you were overconfident or brave. You went after them to prove something.

"I wasn't brave, Soap!" You finally snap, your voice trembling with frustration. "The only reason I went after those men is because you said I couldn't land those shots, and I wanted to prove that I could. I was just desperate to prove myself to you! Show you that you were wrong about me."

Your shoulders sage a bit as you realize what you've just said. You sigh and hug yourself a little, looking anywhere but at Soap. You're mad at yourself for saying those things now. Not because they weren't true, you just didn't want to share those things with him.

Soap is silent for a moment. You're not sure what he's doing since you can't bring yourself to look over at him. You can hear his feet scuff on the ground though as he takes a few steps towards you.

"You know, it takes guts to do something you're told you can't do. Desperation or not, it still takes courage to push yourself like that. That's bravery, whether you see it or not." He says softly, and you finally glance over at him.

"I still missed my last shot. Could have ended badly. Hurt us both."

"But it didn't, and we were fine. Cause I was there and got the one you missed. I had your back then, and I'll have it now. And besides, you wouldn't have missed if we just taken those shots together."

You're left speechless for a moment, staring at Soap. This isn't the Soap you're used to dealing with. His usual harsh tone and tensed body language he normally adopted when around you are gone. Most unsettling is that his gaze has softened significantly. Instead of the deadly glare you'd become accustomed to, his eyes are soft, concerned, and caring. The way he looks at you is both comforting and disconcerting. This is a completely new side of him that you're not entirely sure how to handle.

You thought for sure a few minutes ago you were about to start up with your usual arguing, but somehow you'd gotten here. It didn't make sense and trying to make sense of it was giving you a headache.

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you try to focus the conversation back to the whole reason you'd were even talking about all of that.

"Why are... why do you want to help me with this?" You ask slowly, watching his face closely. He is giving nothing away. He does sigh though, clearly having to think about what he wants to say.

"Well, if I don't do anything, I'm not gonna be able to sleep for the next three days, and I really don't want to have to babysit you because you're too scared to step outside." You huff, rolling your eyes at his answer, and he continues before you can reply. "That and... I'm not completely heartless, States. I don't enjoy seeing you like this. I'd much rather you be bitching at me than being scared of something like a bear."

You stare at him, your gaze softening now. He looks so genuine, his own eyes honest. It doesn't help that you know he's right. Both that this fear was a problem and that facing it was most likely the best way to get rid of it. Letting out a sigh, you give in. Mostly because you know he isn't going to drop it either way.

"Alright. I'll... I'll go pack a bag. Give me like ten minutes."

Soap gives you a little smile and nods. "Sure, go ahead. Just let me know when you're ready. I can pack food and water in the meantime."

You nod, walking alongside him to the cabin. Despite the fear gnawing at the pit of your stomach, you push it down. Things are going to be fine, and maybe, just maybe, this truly will help to ease some of your anxieties.

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"Like this Baby?"

“Toji, fuck please baby. I need you.” I whine out as I grind my clothed pussy against his muscled thigh.

He knows what he’s doing to me. Enjoying the torment he’s putting me through.

“What is it that my baby girl needs, huh? Use your words for me princess.” He huffs back to me. I catch the deviously smirk he’s trying to hide (even though I know he wants me to see it.)

“You sick fuck, you know exactly what the fuck it is I need.” I bark at him through gritted teeth. Like a bitch in heat, I ground myself further down on his thigh, trying desperately to get some kind of release from the throbbing coming from between my legs.

He throws his head back in a fit out laughter at my remark. Normally saying something like that to him would have gotten me in trouble, but he’s far more enjoying punishing me this way.

This bastard. I think to myself. I whine and whimper, damn near thrashing myself against his strong frame. My skin feels like it’s burning with a fire only Toji could put out.

“Please.” My voice coming out small. I look up at him with tears in my eyes. “Please Toji, touch me.” I whisper out.

All of my bitching seems like it’s about to pay off in the way I see Toji’s playful smile transition into a soft, comforting one. His loose grip around my waist tightens and my pussy clenches in anticipation for what’s to come.

“Okay, okay baby. I’ll stop teasing.” He says as his big hands begin rubbing up and down my sides affectionately. I can only imagine how wide my smile is that’s adoring my face right now as I’m pretty much bouncing up and down on him in excitement.

“Alright, calm down before I change my mind.” He chuckles at how quickly I stop and watch him, waiting for his next orders.

“Stand up and strip.” He barks. I’m off of him within in seconds, breathing hard as I’m about to begin an assault on the clothes decorated on me.

“Stop!” He grunts out. My hands fall to my sides as I look up to him in confusion.

Eyebrows furrowed together, I begin to speak. “I thought you wa-” I’m unable to finish as he throws up one of his hands in front of me, effectively silencing me.

“I want to enjoy this as much as I can. You want me to fuck you, and trust me, I’m going to fuck you baby, but I need to get something out of this deal too. Don’t you think?” He asks me while smirking. I watch him with lust-filled eyes as he man spreads on the couch, hand slowly palming his clothed dick. God how I wish that was my hand, or rather hands, wrapping around his big dick. Gripping and squeezing at the base as I run my tongue up along the thick veins that are decorated along it, until I reach up to his tip, licking around his angry red head, collecting his pre-cum against my tongue..

“Hey!” Don’t you hear me fucking talking to you, you know I hate being ignored babygirl.” By the way Toji’s sending dagger my way, if looks could kill, I would be done for right now. I knew better than to not pay attention when he’s like this, but it’s so damn hard sometimes when he’s looking like sin itself in front of me.

“I’m sorry daddy, it won’t happen again.” I breath out. I have stay on his good side if I want to have him dicking me down.

“Good girl. Now as I was saying, you’re going to do exactly as I say. No sass mouthing either, not unless you want to make it worse for yourself.”

If it was even possible, my clit throbs harder at his words. I try to mask the excitement on my face. He of all people should know that’s exactly how I want him to be with me, rough.

“Now strip, slowly. I want to enjoy every minute of this.” He states. With shaky hands I slowly glide them up against my sides, making sure to take my time as he commands. We lock eyes, staring each other down until I slowly start to pull my tank top from over my head, leaving just my top half only in my lacy bra. I grope my breast, squeezing them and letting a soft moan escape my thick lips.

I unclip the clasp and slowly slide the straps down, one by one until my breast are free. I begin playing with my nipples, twisting and pulling on them until they harden until my touch.

“Fuck y/n keep touching yourself like that for daddy.” Toji groans while palming his dick harder. I know it’s taking every fiber of his being to say the hell with it and just start having his way with me, but I also know he enjoys seeing me like this, his little pet lapping up his every commands like the good slut he knows I am.

I continue tugging on my hard nipples, bringing one breast up to my mouth as I enclose around my nipple, eyes rolling to the back of my head, moaning as I suck on it and continue my assault on the other with my hand.

“You little slut, you get off on pleasing yourself in front of me?” Toji breaths out. I found his remark comically, as if he’s the one to talk. I notice the sweat accumulating on his forehead, the lust setting into his green eyes, and the rise and fall of his chest, taking in slow steady breathes as he’s now humping up into his hands. If anyone’s the slut, I’d say it was him.

“I just love doing whatever it is that’ll please my daddy.” I reply back. By know I have my hands placed on the hem of my booty shorts, teasing him as I slowly slide them off my hips only to glide them back up.

I do this a few times before I see the patience leaving his face as he glares at me. “Take the fucking shorts off now y/n.” He barks at me. With a devilish smile, I continue sliding them up and down.

“I thought you want me to take my time taking my clothes off daddy, isn’t that what you wanted?” I ask innocently. I pat my self on the back internally as I see the twitch of annoyance on his scarred lip.

God I want this man to ruin me, I just have to get him worked up some more. I thought to myself.

“Y/n I swear to God if yo—,” “Okay, Okay daddy I’m sorry.” I cut him off. I begin sliding my shorts down until their a puddle around my ankles. I’m left in my lacy, pink thong, Toji’s favorite. Before I take them off, I decide to have a little fun of my own. He made me wait for it, so why can’t he? I tug at the front of my thongs until the print of my pussy is prominent, slightly visible from the patch of wetness that’s accumulated from all of my ministrations. I lick my lips as I see Toji’s breathing hitch, eyes glued to my womanhood. I tug once more, before I slide them to the side, thick wet pussy now on display. I run a manicured pointer and middle finger along my slit, gather up my juices before slowly making my way to my clit drawing small circles around it. Hissing, I apply more pressure, growing wetter at the sight of Toji watching me pleasure myself.

“You like this daddy, you like getting off while I’m pleasing myself.” Tone lace with mocking. I know I have him right where I want him because he doesn’t give me a smart remark back, completely transfixed with the sight before him.

“Now be a good daddy and take that dick out of your pants, hmm?” I tell him. Without hesitation, Toji quickly unbuckles his jeans, ready to slide his pants and underwear down.

“Noo, slowly daddy, take your time. I want to enjoy this.” I throw a cheshire smile at him when he glares at me but does exactly as I say. After what feels like eternity, I’m finally met with the site of Toji’s dick, smacking with a pop against his stomach. Pre-cum gliding oh so sexy down his shaft. Licking my lips hungrily, I stop rubbing my clit and and finish kicking off my shorts from around my ankle. I get on hands and knees and crawl over to him, eyes never leaving his. I prop myself in between his legs glaring down his dick with such intensity, it twitches.

“Please baby, touch it.” Toji whispers. I quickly whipped my head up at him, shocked.

“What did you say?” I asked still in shock, surely I was hearing things, right? Toji, begging? The throb in the pussy must be ringing so loudly in my ears I wasn’t hearing correctly.

“Y/n, please baby. Touch it, I need you.” He said loudly this time. I look up in his face and notice the wanting behind his piercing green eyes and his ragged breathing.

Without a second thought, I lightly grab his dick and bring the tip closer to my lips.

“Like this baby?” I ask seductively before I’m circling my tongue over his tip, relishing in the way he moans and relaxes into my touch. I make quick work of sucking on his head, hollowing in my cheeks as my hands begin massaging his shaft. I watch him with low eyes, taking in his facial expressions. Head throw back, eyes closed shut while his lick his lips, pure ecstasy etched across his handsome face. I moan in pleasure at the sight before me causing him to groan and hump into my face. I pop off his head just to spit on it and gather it up in the rhythm of my hands, making it slippery. While I continue working him up with my hands, my lips lands on his balls, licking them before engulfing them in my mouth, sucking on them like my life depends on it.

“Damn baby girl, keep doing just like that. Fucking whore, you love it when you got this dick in your mouth huh? I know you like being a slut, my slut.” Toji grunts out possessively. I grip is dick tightly and come off his balls.

“Only for daddy.” I reply before I dive into giving him the nastiest head ever. Sucking, slurping, deep throating until my nose is touching his pubic hair while I massage on his balls. Only coming up for air once, I feel my spit and his precum slide down my chin before going back in. By know, Toji has his hands in my box braids, gripping on it while guiding my head down on him aggressively causing me to choke around him.

“Take it, take every inch of this dick. You begged for it like a little bitch.” He tells me roughly. And I do, I let Toji face fuck me to kingdom come, all with tears running down my cheeks and throat on fire, but I don’t care. I’d rather be like this, damn near close to death than to not be able to please my man.

“Look at me.” He orders. I force my eyes up to his. “When I cum, you’re gonna take in every last drop and you better not fucking waste it.” He smirks when I hum in response.

I brace myself for his orgasm, I know he’s close by the way his grip on my box braids tighten and the stuttering of his hips into my face.

“Fuck y/n I’m bouta nut.” He warns. I moan around him, pushing him over the edge. My eyes roll to the bed of my head as I feel him push me down further on his dick as his hot, thick cum shoots into my mouth. There’s so much of it I’m scared I’ll choke. His hips twitch into me, moaning so deep I feel my juices running down my thighs. He stills for a moment to catch his breath before he pulls from my mouth.

He takes one hand and tap my cheek. “Open.” He orders, voice deep and raspy from his climax. I do as he say and open, showing him his cum sitting in my mouth. He bites his lips and hums. “Now swallow.” And like a puppet I follow his command, swallowing before I open my mouth again to show him every last drop is gone, apart from the cum sticking to my tongue.

“Good girl.” He says as he rubs my cheek affectionately. I swear I heard my pussy meow at the praise. My arousal is through the roof, clit throbbing like a drum and juices flowing out me like a leaking faucet.I feel as though I’m about to combust if Toji doesn’t hurry and put his hands on me. As if reading my thoughts, He grabs me by my chin and tilt my head up to him.

“Cmon stand up for me babygirl.” I practically leap up, waiting with anticipation for what’s to come.

“Sit down.” He whispers in my ear. Listening to him I sit on the couch as I watch him switch positions with me. Roles reversed, I’m now sitting while Toji gets on his knees, positioning himself between my legs. I try to control my breathing as I watch him take his big hands and slide my thong off of me, a string of my juices breaking off from its connection to it and grab my inner thighs, opening me up wide. He licks his lips as he begin eyeing my pussy. The sight has me clenching around nothing, longing for his touch.

He chuckles darkly. “Look at her, winking up at me. Such a slutty ass pussy you got on you y/n.” He cooes. He’s in a fit a laughter now when my pussy clenches again at his remark.

“Daddy,” I whine, “Stop being mean and touch me.” I whisper out.

He begins rubbing my thighs before he smirks. “Say please daddy.” He smiles wickedly at me. At this point I want to punch him in his face for his teasing, but I’m desperate. I’ll do anything, say anything, just to get my fill of him.

“Please daddy, slut me out.” I say, adding the extra to get him riled up. He groans before gripping my thighs and pushing me down on his face. We both moan when his tongue comes into contact with my clit. I’m a mess once he sucking and tugging on my bundle of nerves, I’m seeing stars. He alternates from tongue fucking me, to licking up the mix of his salvia and my juices and bringing it up to my clit before circling his tongue around it, flicking it. I thrash my head side to side, arching into his mouth. I slide one of my hands into his raven hair, gripping the hell out of it.

“Daddy, I’m so close, please don’t stop.” I whimper out. The squelching and slurping sounds that’s filling the room is making me dizzy, and the feeling of Toji tongue sinking into me further has me hanging on by a thread.

“Listen to me, you’re gonna cum all over daddy’s tongue y/n, I want to taste you all of me. You got that?” I moan and nod my head weakly. He continues his assault on my pussy, and when I feel Toji’s thick fingers at my entrancing, stretching me out and immediately curling inside to graze upon my spot, I explode.

“Daddy I’m cumming!” I scream as I clench around his fingers, going crazy as he continues to suck my clit and finger fuck me.

“That’s it y/n. Cream all over daddy’s fingers for me.” The squelching noises from my pussy grows louder as Toji keeps finger fucking my through my orgasm. His repeated hits against my spot has me going over the edge as I scream again, pushing him out and squirting all over him.

“Fuck y/n. Make a mess for daddy, I love it.” He groans as he takes the same two fingers he just finished fucking me with to press against my clit, rubbing back and forth, fast and hard, splashing my juices everyway.

“It’s too much daddy, please!” I cry out. I try to grab onto his hand, but I’m too weak. He chuckles at my fail attempt as he keeps rubbing my clit.

“Nah baby, I gotta make sure I get out every drop. I don’t want nothing going to waste.” He says. After a few seconds, I’m pleading with him again to stop, my vison becoming blurring from the overstimulation. He takes the same two fingers from my clit, not before slowly swiping up my slit and collecting my cum on them, and places his fingers in his mouth. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he moans and he sucks his finger dry. My clit throbs at the sight.

“You taste so good baby, I’m so proud of you.” He replies sweetly. I smile lazily and groan while trying to sit up. Exhaustion creeps up on me before I’m met with Toji’s large hands, pushing me back down. I look up, confused until I met his gaze and gasp in surprise.

“Where you going baby girl, we’re not done yet. Didn’t I promise to fuck you?” He questions with a devilish smirk.

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callsign-rogueone · 7 months

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you're somebody else - b.s.

Brennan Sorrengail x Reader words: 1.7k 🏷: IRON FLAME SPOILERS. reader uses she/her pronouns. angst, angst, angst (but a happy ending!) blood, discussion of injury, scars and stitches. inspired by / titled after the song by flora cash

Your fiancé has been dead for six years. You’d read his name on the death roll, and burned his belongings in an offering to Malek.

Now he’s standing thirty feet away from you with both of his sisters, breathing and moving, reacting to something they’d said.

He’s alive.

Your grip on your bag falters, and it falls to the floor with a soft thud.

Everyone’s eyes turn to you. The younger of the two Sorrengail girls recognizes you instantly, her lips parting in shock as she takes you in for the first time since Brennan’s graduation from Basgiath.

Her gaze shifts to her brother, whose eyes are now locked with yours. You look like you’ve seen a ghost, unable to pull your eyes away from the man in front of you.

You make no move toward him; don’t leap into his arms like he’d imagined for years, don’t hug him as tightly as you can, don’t cry tears of happiness. Your boots are still glued to the polished floor of the hall.

“Sweetheart,” he breathes, “I…”

You flinch at his voice, the sound you’ve only heard in dreams for the last six years.

The tall man standing beside him, who you distantly recognize to be Fen Riorson’s son, motions for the two girls to leave.

“It’s good to see you again,” Violet says softly. You’ve always had a soft spot for her, had written her letters after you’d gotten the news, sharing in her grief.

Mira only gives you a lingering glance as she follows her sister, leaving you alone with Brennan.

“You’re hurt,” he says gently, seeing the tear in the right thigh of your pants and the bloody gash beneath it. “Can I mend you?”

You remain silent, but you nod once in affirmation.

You pretend the hands on your leg belong to anyone else, keeping your eyes forward while he kneels in front of you, working to close the wound.

He finally speaks. “My love, I’m so-”

“Please don’t call me that,” you interrupt, and he feels a pain rival to that of the arrow he’d taken to the chest, the one that should have killed him.

He’s silent, letting you continue. You’ll likely have as much pent up emotion to release as his sisters did when they found out. Thankfully, you choose Violet’s path over Mira’s, eviscerating him with words rather than fists. His nose still doesn’t feel right; mending himself has always been difficult.

“I still mourn you,” you tell him. “I've lit a candle for Malek every night in your honor since I got the news. To have my life crumble around me, to find out we’re at war, that I’ve been on the wrong side the whole time, and then to find that for six years, you’ve been alive, but you never once thought about writing to me to tell me any of it…” you shake your head, pressing your lips together to hold in a sob.

You steady your breathing after a moment. “I’m glad you’re alive, Brennan, I really am. But my Brennan, the man I was supposed to marry, the one who wrote me love letters in ancient languages, is still dead. He has been for years.”

You reach into the chest pocket of your flight jacket, placing something cold in his hand and closing his fingers around it. He doesn’t need to look down to know that it's your engagement ring.

“Thank you for the mending,” you say, picking up your bag.

He waits until your footsteps have retreated back into the hallway, letting loose a shuddering sob.

Marbh sends him a wave of warmth and empathy. If there is any being who knows how much it had hurt Brennan to be away from you so long, it is him.

“Your brother needs you, silver one,” Tairn relays to Violet, a resigned quiet in his tone that has the cadet slipping away from the group to run back to the assembly room.

When she arrives, she finds Brennan sitting on the floor, knees tucked to his chest, sobbing. It’s a sight she never wants to see again; it just feels so wrong.

Brennan had always been the strongest of the siblings, the tree that could weather any storm, a perfect balance of their mother’s intense strength and their father’s calm intelligence. It was always her crying after an injury, Mira or Brennan taking her to the infirmary for Nolon to mend it, soothing her all the while.

It’s her turn now to hold him as he cries, murmuring reassurances.

“She’ll come around,” Violet promises, though there’s a nagging feeling in her chest that says you might not. “Prove to her that you are the same man she fell in love with, that you are still worthy of her, and she’ll come around.”

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You don’t speak with him for two days, only seeing him stand on the dais at Battle Brief.

It had stung to hear Devera refer to him as Lieutenant Colonel Aisereigh. He’d changed his name. He really isn’t your Brennan anymore.

He catches you at breakfast — none of your squadmates had come with you from Montserrat, so you’re sitting alone at one of the long tables.

You look up at him silently, letting him speak first.

He lays a thick bundle of papers on the table in front of you. “The first year of letters,” he answers before you can ask, “that I was too much of a coward to send.”

You look down at the stack of aged parchment. There have to be at least twenty letters there — one a week since July, when he’d been sent to Aretia.

By the time you look back up, he’s gone.

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A week passes, then another.

He’s nearly too busy to worry about you, between the arguments among the assembly, the arrival of the gryphon fliers and the subsequent issues integrating them, and his duties mending the injuries resulting from the animosity there.

Someone steps through the door of the infirmary, panting as they limp an injured rider forward. “She just collapsed. I don’t know what’s wrong.”

Brennan realizes it’s you they’re holding up, his heart pounding. He wraps an arm around your waist to take you from your friend, and his hand slips against your side, warm and wet with blood.

He guides you onto one of the empty beds, pulling up the sticky fabric of your shirt.

The messily-wrapped bandage around your torso has absorbed all the blood it can, the row of stitches underneath torn open. You must have done this yourself in an effort to avoid him, and it didn’t hold.

At least the wound doesn’t seem infected.

He presses a clean palm into the skin, apologizing when you whimper and flinch away. “S’okay, pretty girl,” he soothes, brushing the hair from your forehead gently.

You don’t seem to hear him, your eyes still closed. Fuck, how much blood have you lost?

It’s easy enough to mend the wound, but it’s going to scar — it’s not fresh enough for him to make it disappear without a trace.

He washes the blood from his hands, pulling up a chair beside the bed and watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you sleep.

He has no idea if you’ve read the letters he gave you had changed your mind, or if you’d read them at all. You may very well have burned them. You’d be right to, after the way he’d lied to you.

You might never take him back. This may be his last chance to touch you, to feel the warmth of your skin against his.

He takes your hand gently, intertwining your fingers and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, squeezing your palm three times — three times means I love you, you’d told him years ago.

His heart nearly stops as you squeeze back weakly; once, twice, three times.

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You blink the sleep from your eyes, your gaze settling on Brennan sitting beside you, an ancient looking book in his hand, pen between his teeth and a notebook covered with nearly incoherent scribbles in his lap.

Maybe he hasn’t changed as much as you’d thought.

The book and notes are quickly abandoned when he realizes you’re awake. “What the hell happened?”

“Godsdamned gryphon bit me because it didn’t like the order I gave it’s flier,” you explain, stretching your aching muscles. How long had you been asleep?

“And rather than seeking professional help, you stitched it up yourself?” He asks in that same stern tone he’d always used with you after you put yourself in danger.

This time you don’t find it endearing.

“Yes, I did, like I have for the last six years every time I’ve been injured,” you snap. “The way people do when they don’t have a mender with them.”

He holds his tongue, realizing how many scars you’d acquired over the years. Since he developed his signet, he’d always mended even the smallest of scrapes for you, but now stripes of scar tissue run across your skin like rivers on a map, ghosts of past wounds, some healed better than others.

He imagines you sitting alone in your barracks room with a needle and thread, a folded shirt clenched between your teeth as you sewed the wounds shut.

“Please come see me next time?” He asks softly, genuine concern in his voice. “It could have gotten infected, or worse. And if your friend hadn’t been there…”

You sigh, guilt tugging at you. “Okay.”

“Thank you. Get some rest,” he encourages, turning to gather his things.

“I read some of the letters,” you say, and he turns back to face you. “I’m still hurt, but I’m not angry. I don’t think I could ever be angry with you. You’re a good man, Bren. You’ve done great things for these people.”

The weight on his chest lightens, but he stays quiet, waiting for another heartbreaking line.

“Can we start over?” You ask in a whisper, looking up at him. “Can we try to be us again?”

He smiles. “I’d love nothing more, sweetheart.”

Your heart flutters at the word, as if you’re hearing it from him for the first time. In a way, you are.

#brennan sorrengail #brennan sorrengail x reader #fourth wing #fourth wing x reader #liz brennanposting at midnight? more likely than you think #mine

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luvrxbunny · 6 months

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homecoming ─ ★ joel miller x f! reader

a/n: i wrote this at like 3:30am 🦢

wc: 1.6k

warnings: 18+ MNDI, really light choking, dry humping, piv, some praise, oh and some hair pulling but i feel like joel miller smut = some hair pulling.. with me at least cus like.. THE CURLS (not proofread and much longer than intended)

okay so Joel coming back from a trip, maybe it wasn’t even super long, a week or so but nothing you guys haven’t weathered before.

but for some reason; maybe it’s been a long time since he was away from you for even a day.. Joel all but loses his mind without you.

it’s like he goes into heat or something. like his body knows that he can’t have you and suddenly its craving you 10x its usual amount.

he comes back late at night, near midnight. all the guys wanted to take shelter for the night, arrive at the community in the morning but Joel hadn’t mentally prepared himself for another night without you. he refused to go another night without you.

you’re snug in bed when he crawls in. you’re pulled from your sleep by the dip in the bed but you instantly recognize the broad chest pressing against your back.

you gasp and bury your hand in his hair as quickly as possible. you reach over his face as he gives your neck a kiss and presses closer to you, poking you in the back with a feeling you’ve missed.

“is this okay? i’ve missed you so much, love.” you only hum in response, arching your back so he can grind against the plush of your ass, an opportunity he graciously accepts. he groans low and rough into the back of your neck as he starts humping you. “we can stop if you’re sleepy, baby.. shit.” his arm comes to wrap around you.

his forearm stretches diagonally across your torso as he cups your blood with his palm, using you for leverage to grind himself more forcefully into your ass. “could- oh god.. mmm we could w-wait for— until the—”

“baby, shut up.” is all you mumble before twisting to finally devour his lips in a kiss that he whines into. whines

his frantic humping turns into purposeful grinding as you pull away. his breathing is more erratic than you’ve ever heard it. his eyes are shut as tightly as his hand is gripping your hip, surely leaving dents in your skin.

you turn back around to bury your face in the pillow in front of you, too uncomfortable with your body twisted but leaving your hand to play with his hair. “needed me this bad, baby?”

you try to sound teasing, dominant but instead the question comes out high and breathy, sounds as desperate as he’s acting.

all you get in response is a growl from Joel before his hand leaves your boob to flip your body around, letting you face him, letting you— for the first time— really take in his disheveled state.

his hair is mussed— definitely your doing, but his lips are red and bitten, presumably from holding in his sounds to not disturb the silence of the night. his eyes are blown wide, glinting with a crazed look as he grinds into you gently.

he has his hand on your thigh, your leg pulled over his hip do he can grind right into your core, sending convulsions throughout your body.

after taking him in you meet his eyes again and he crumbles. whimpering a loose form of your name before burying his face in your neck and inhaling your scent as his hand coming to your lower back to press your body into his.

“i’ve needed you more that air, dove. been craving your soft body, your- fuck- your sweet sounds.” his voice gets high near the end of the sentence, only reminding you of his need. “swear i’ve been seeing you in the stars at night. m’losin my goddamn mind over ya’.”

his desperation is leaking into your veins now, the same way you’ve started to seep into your underwear, growing tired and teased with Joel’s incessant movements against you.

you stay silent, let him release wet moans into your skin as you take matters into your own hands.

you grab his waist band and pull the buttons apart so roughly you may have broken them. you keep up your urgent demeanor as you free his cock from its confines.

his hips don’t stop moving as you fumble with his pants, he grinds against the air, your hands and your wrists, anything he can reach.

he moans your name when you wrap your hand around him but his breath is stolen as you quickly pull your panties aside and shove him in.

he’s surrounded in your wet warmth before he can take another breath. the same heat he’s been dreaming of, craving, fiending for over the course of the past week.

his head is finally pulled from your neck as he sits up a bit with his hand on your throat, his index finger and thumb holding your jaw in place as he forces you to look him in the eye.

his brows are furrowed and there’s a look of confusion and a softness that feels like begging in his eyes. you’re waiting for him to scold you, remind you who’s in charge, that you don’t do anything without his permission first. but instead he just pants against you, incapable of taking even breaths as his hips twitch softly and against his will into you.

you hold his eye contact as your hands come to the base of his spine, pressing down and curving his hips into you, guiding his slow and gentle thrusts.

his face crumples in pleasure, all his features scrunching in as he tries not to moan into your face. his hand twitches on your throat before tightening again as he leans down to press you against his forehead before resting his cheek on yours as he finally releases all the sounds he’s been holding in.

first you get a guttural groan, something that sounds like it came from the depths of his chest; low and rumbling. as his hips begin to move on their own accord, his moans change. they become more urgent, short and cut off as he tries to catch his breath. every now and then it sounds like the first syllable of your name but he’s never able to get the full thing out. “there you go, sweetheart. just like that.”

you try and stay composed as you guide him but he’s ramming into your g-spot like he’s been searching for it for weeks. your brain is turning to mush, melting out of your ears. when Joel pulls his face away from yours, wanting to examine your state, he can tell. he can tell that you’re not all there, that you’re holding on by a thread for him. it fills his chest with pride.

you watch a lazy smirk slide over his face as his hooded eyes meet yours. “it’s okay, baby.. m’here now.”

Joel lifts one of your legs, gripping your thigh and pushing it to meet your chest. “you don’t gotta be all tough anymore.” it feels as though he’s opened up a new channel inside your pussy, like he’s reaching places that weren’t accessible before. like he’s reached heaven, inside you. “you can let go, darlin’.”

you explode.

its that godforsaken southern drawl of his. whenever he talks to you in his low, smooth voice, like pouring warm honey right into your ear, filling your brain with sweetness. you have no choice but to fall apart. you hadn’t even been aware of how badly you’d been craving him.

you knew you missed him of course, but you thought you’d be satisfying yourself decently in his absence.

you obviously had forgotten when your orgasms feel like when they belong to Joel.

it feels like your body falls completely apart. you don’t feel attached your limbs anymore. all you can feel is the warmth blossoming violently in your abdomen. your thighs shake, and Joel tightens his grip, wanting to feel the rippling muscles under his palm.

he watches your brows furrow as your eyes roll back. you go limp in his arms, your entire body relaxed as your soak his cock in your juices.

Joel fucks into you at a leisurely pace, forgetting his desperation in favor of watching you melt into the bed. but as he thrusts he watches you slowly coat his cock, giving him a milky sheen, an award for his actions and a reminder of your own craving for him.

it’s more than a punch in the gut, it’s like he’s been completely winded, like someone has punctured his lungs and crushed his heart inside his chest.

he gasps once and sees your eyes snap open to his, waiting and watching as his body folds in on itself to fill you with its seed.

Joel almost falls on top of you, his arm catching him before he lowers himself into your lips. he’s too busy moaning your name and praises to kiss you properly. he rests his lips against yours as his mind clears, blank and thoughtless, finally satiated after a week of driving him crazy.

his body weight slowly increases as he blankets you, his cock pulsing inside you gently, gently pumping pent up ropes of cum into you despite the small amount already leaking onto your thighs.

“love you s’much.” Joel mumbles groggily into your ear. his hand comes up to stroke your head, soothing you as he notices your rapid heartbeat. “you’re my perfect girl, y’know that? everything i dream of, everything pure.” you feel that terrifying warmth spread through your chest, that intense, buzzing love that blooms in your chest whenever he opens his mouth.

“i know, joey.” your hand slides out of his hair and down his back, scratching gently and relishing in the way you feel his chest rumble with a contented hum. “i love you so much more, y’know that?”

he chuckles softly before biting you semi-gently. “no way.” he sighs against your skin. “ain’t possible.” he licks over his teeth marks before kissing them.

his lips just barely ghost over the area as he falls asleep, his cock warm and soaked inside you.

a horrid surprise for Tommy when he tries to welcome his brother home with a “gourmet” breakfast in bed service.

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frannyzooey · 1 year

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omg kelli pretty please a juicy 🍑 drabble for weeknights! the frankie girlies are hungry 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

Weeknights Drabble

Frankie Morales x f!reader

Rating: Explicit, anal

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He's....a lot.

He's always been a lot, and while you mentioned one night in bed that you were curious about trying something with him that you've never done with anyone before, as the week slipped by, the idea started to make you nervous, but you were also definitely aroused.

Uncomfortably so sometimes, when you thought about it.

Thinking about what you’d have to take, how he’d get you ready for it, how he’d talk you through it?

The kids gone for the night, dinner made and eaten, a couple glasses of wine loosening you up and now all semblance of nerves were gone: every one of them poured out of your throat to blend with the moans he dragged out of you with his deft fingers and skillful, eager mouth.

So aching that you're rolling your hips restlessly on the bed, so wet that it's sticky and slick between your thighs and down the curve of your ass, and he's still going. Tapping the thick, weighted tip of his cock against your clit in a tease, pushing inside you just enough to give you a feel for the delicious stretch before he's pulling out.

Your voice hoarse from begging, his eyes are black as he watches you palm your breasts with a needy squeeze and before he can stop himself, he's guiding his cock inside you with a deliberate, filling drag. His big hands wrap around the back of your knees, pushing them into your chest and he scoots closer, fitting in down to the base before his hips start to work with steady, forceful strokes.

Your eyes clench tight in overwhelming relief, and you place your hands over the tops of his while you roll your hips up. "Fuck. You're -- it's so much, Frankie. It's so much."

"Yea?" he replies, breathless and wrecked, every stroke forward paired with a soft grunt. His eyes flit darkly between your pretty face and your stretched cunt, his glistening cock smeared with your slick as it disappears into your tight heat over and over.

"Too much?" he checks in with you, and when you frantically shake your head, his hands tighten in their grip and he pushes his weight into the hold, pressing you deep into the mattress.

He goes faster, harder, his broad shoulders blocking out the ceiling light as he pounds down into you and when you lock up underneath him and come around his cock with a silent cry, he waits until you've ridden the waves of your intense release before he slips out.

His cock already soaked earlier, he's drenched now and perfect, for what he has in mind.

Keeping an eye on your face, he guides the tip of his cock lower; a pearlescent string of release smearing from one hole to the other. His hold tightens on your leg, in silent reassurance.

"You ready, baby?"

His wrecked voice betrays his need and still in a fucked out daze, you give him a breathless smile and nod.

He goes slow. Slow. Both to keep an eye on your reaction, but also to savor the tightness of your ass.

Squeezing him so fucking tight he’s lightheaded, black creeps around the edges of his vision while your back arches in encouragement. You let out a hiss when the thick tip of him is fully inside and he stops, but you shake your head, tipping it back into the pillow.

"Keep going. Fuck, keep going. It feels good."

He presses in a little deeper, your throat stretched taut as you let out a cry and halfway in, he gives you a couple little test thrusts.

In, and out. In, and out.

His groan forces your eyes open, and the sight in front of you has you reaching down to swirl your fingers over your clit.

Loose, sweat damp curls. The tanned expanse of his chest. The broadness of his shoulders, and his lush, parted mouth, the veins in his neck that stick out when he's straining above you and the idea that he wants to take it so bad but he's holding back just for you makes you clench. Woefully empty, you work your fingers faster and beg him for more.

He gives it to you, another low, deep groan when he's seated all the way inside and the both of you freeze for a moment, getting used to the new sensation.

"Fuck, baby," he pants, a frown of pleasure deep between his brows. "Fuck. You feel so fucking good, I can't --"

His belly gives a little hitch, and you brush your fingers along the trail of hair that leads to his cock just to feel it. So full you feel like bursting, both with his cock and with love and squirming underneath him, you bring him back to the present.

"I gotta fuck you,” he groans. “I'm gonna cum so deep in this ass, I --" his voice breaks as he eases out to slide back in and your fingers are lace with his in their grip behind your knee while your other hand works your clit.

The stimulation makes your ass tighten around him and he unconsciously chases the slick fist, rolling his hips faster, and faster, until he's fucking your ass.

Unable to do anything but take it because he’s unable to stop, his hand knocks yours aside to work your clit with his own thumb and the way you plead for him to keep going makes him harder, working towards his release.

It’s just for him: your ass and your love and this open, vulnerable version of you and all it swirls together in a heady mix until he grips you with a white knuckled hold and comes; loud twin groans of sated relief when you hit your peak at the same time.

Deep, heavy breathes above you, he waits a beat and then tenderly pulls out, his spend leaking from you when he helps ease your legs down to rest against the bed. Rubbing the tops of your thighs in a soothing stroke, his hands curl over the tops of them and the look on his face has turned from filthy to instantly boyish, a dimple piercing his cheek deep.

"Holy shit," he smiles, and the breathless wonder in the words makes you smile as well, a giggle bubbling out.

"You okay?" he asks, making a space for himself between your legs as he drapes his body over yours and delicately brushing the damp curls that cling to his forehead away from his face, you tilt your chin up in a wordless request for a kiss.

He grants it to you, deepening it just for the sake of being close, and then he's pulling back, since you didn't answer his question. His eyebrows raise, waiting.

"Yea," you reply, your words softly rounded. "More than."

You wiggle your eyebrows, winding your legs around his hips to keep him in place and squeezing you tight, he grins, fitting his face into the crook of your neck with a content inhale.

#weeknights drabble #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales/you #frankie morales/reader

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