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butterflytint · 5 months

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birthday boy

Summary: how the jjk men have birthday sex (p.s. it's their bday)

Pairings: jjk men x fem!reader

Warnings: nsfw, sexual content, morning sex, missionary, oral (giving and receiving)

a/n: i wrote this a while ago for gojo’s bday but never got around to posting it…let’s pretend it’s still his bday

Satoru Gojo

He's a light sleeper so he ends up waking up when you press a soft kiss to his forehead in the morning. With a sheepish smile, he wakes up, his eyes hardly opening.

You wish him a happy birthday, kissing his lips.

He deepens the kiss, lazily throwing an arm around you and before you know it, you’re having sex first thing in the morning.

“-Toru—I had a whole morning planned—ah—I was going to make you breakfast before I gave you your present—it’s why I woke up so early.”

His fingers dig into the flesh of your waist, his breaths shallow and his strokes deep. His blue eyes flick up to your face, watching you struggle to take his cock. He can’t help but crack a crooked smile, his snowy hair falling over his forehead.

“Baby, you’re so cute—thinking I need anything else when I’ve got you.”

The smooth talker he is, you don��t even bother arguing as he flips you over, getting on top.

He beams at you brightly before kissing your lips, “Best gift I could’ve asked for.”

Suguru Geto

He comes to pick you up for “dinner” which is actually a surprise party you and his friends had planned. Your plans go up in smoke when he sees you in that dress he likes.

You barely make it past a “Happy Birthday” before he’s inside your apartment and shoving the door closed behind him. All the while, he wears a smug smirk, seemingly unsuspecting.

Except you know him all too well, already knowing what was going on in his head.

His lips are on yours and he’s groping at you like he’s never touched you before—or that he’ll never get the opportunity to ever again.

You giggle, “Suguru—we have to go—we have a reservation.”

“The reservation can wait,” the reservation being all your friends waiting for the birthday boy to arrive.

You don’t even argue any further before he has you pressed up against the wall, hand slithering up your thighs to drag your underwear off.

Next thing you know, he’s got your legs wrapped around his waist as he’s ploughing his cock in and out of you.

“Can’t believe you were gonna keep me waiting all night for my present.”

“I was—was gonna make you—work for—for it,” you gasp, feeling the tip of his dick prod deeper inside you.

“On my birthday, too?” he scoffs jokingly, pressing his forehead against yours. “Baby, you’re breaking my heart.”

You claw at his shoulders, gasping for air before your arms wrap around his neck. You bury your face in his shoulder, ignoring the constant notification pings coming from your expectant friends.

Kento Nanami

He’s the type of guy to go about it in a classy way.

He insists on taking you out on his birthday.

When the two of you come back home, you let him unwrap his present (you in a brand new lingerie set).

He’s very tender and gentle with you most the time but on his day, he lets YOU take care of him.

He groans as quietly as possible as you trail soft kisses down his neck, unbuttoning his shirt before kissing down his muscly chest. You work to unbuckle his pants, his eyes growing hazy with desire.

He tips his head back as you finally wrap your lips around his cock, flicking your tongue over the tip. Your hand wraps around his dick from the base, sliding it up and down his length. And he can’t help but buck his hips into your hold.

When you pull your mouth off, a desperate whimper escapes him as he flicks his gaze back down to you.

“Happy birthday, baby” you smile.

Toji Fushiguro

He has you on your back, face buried between your legs while his large hands grasping your thighs enough to bloom everlasting bruises on them.

He can’t help but grin when he pulls whine after whine from you.

Birthdays were never a big deal to him. Why should anyone care so much about getting older? It only reminded him that he was yet another year older than you.

But when you’d treat the day like it was a special occasion—getting all giddy to make him dinner and get dolled up in that lacy dress he loved, kissing him a little extra too, he was so fucking happy to have been born after all.

And no way in hell was he going to pass up the opportunity to unwrap his present after dinner.

He pulls your hands away from your face, “Don’t hide that pretty face from me, wanna hear you scream my name, baby.”

He nearly melts when you whimper, your chest heaving in heavy breaths as your eyes met his.

He lowers himself again, his fingers spreading your folds, his tongue flicking over your clit as you screamed out his name just as he asked.

“There you go, pretty girl,” he chuckles, eating you out because he prefers that over cutting a piece of damn cake on his birthday.

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catboyieejeno · 5 months

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.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・★

cw: soft dom! mingyu x slight pillow princess! reader, fem! reader, pwp, oral (fem and male receiving), slight overstimulation, praise, mentions of cum, npr

18+ minors do not interact !

boyfriend! mingyu who is completely obsessed with burying his face in your sopping cunt until your fingers are weaved between his locks and you’re coming multiple times in a row. he won’t let up, not because he’s being mean or punishing you with overstimulation—although occasionally, that is the case—but because you, his sweet, pretty girl, deserves nothing less than his tongue lapping restlessly at your folds. It’s embarrassingly easy for him to get pussy-drunk, grinding himself into the bed as he goes down on you for well over an hour. By the time you plead out desperately for his cock, he’s already left a thick puddle of his cum on the spot in the bed he was fucking his length into.

kim mingyu is a simple man of simple pleasures, some of which include your cries and sputters, your trembling thighs and heavy pants, and the infrequent, though appreciated, indiscernible blabbers of praise you manage to let out through drooling lips. when you can actually manage to form words, that is.

you are his pillow princess, whether you bestowed that title upon yourself or not. The chances of you going down on him? slim. giving him head is a rare occurrence; in fact, you’d have to beg him to let you try, plead with him to stuff his considerably large length down your throat. you’d have to convince him you need him there so bad, that you want him to feel just as good as he makes you feel, but even then, his responses are rehearsed.

“but baby, i don’t need all that, let me treat you instead,”

“‘wanna do all the work for you, honey. you deserve it.”

“you really want me to fill your mouth up baby? first you have to come twice on my tongue,”

“I’d rather come in you, sweet girl.”

“s’too big for your pretty little mouth, don’ wanna hurt you,”

at first, you thought he didn’t want you to give him head at all, or that he assumed you would be bad at it. But, when you finally begged enough, your pretty boy caved and it became apparent very quickly why he was holding off for so long. from the moment he lays back, one arm tucked behind his head, the other pressing his thumb onto your swirling tongue, he knows he’s done for. watching you crawl over him, leaving kisses and licking stripes as you make your way down his torso, makes his pre-cum leak freely from his flushed tip.

mingyu has his lip caught between his teeth, eyes glossed over in a haze. the very moment your velvety lips wrap around his head, he’s groaning out, arms and legs dropping limply onto the mattress. you have absolute power over him in that moment, and both of you are very, very aware of that. all of your insecurities dissipate as you realize he’s falling apart, melting like putty in your hands. his chest that previously rose and fell calmly is now puffing up with air he pushes out through his nostrils and the noises he’s letting out? other-fucking-wordly.

he eventually regains feeling in his hands and they rotate between holding your throat, your cheek, and simply sliding along the ridges of his abdomen. all the meanwhile, it’s him who chokes up on his words, slurring his speech.

“please, please, please…”

“your mouth feels s’good on me, fuck,”

“doin’ so good, so fucking good, all for me…”

“if you do that again, i’m not gonna last—shit.”

“just like that, yes, baby… oh, god, you’re gonna make me—“

when your tongue swipes deliciously over his tip, he drags out a strangled moan, shooting his hot load into your mouth and down your throat. knees locked, toes curled, and hips bucking up into you, he throws his head back to ride out his orgasm.

a few seconds later, his hands fly to your hair to lift you off, but in a small act of defiance for all the times you were overstimulated by him, you grab his wrists and pin them at his sides. he lets you do this because it’s so, so fucking hot to watch you have a sliver of control for once—both of you are well aware he could overpower you if he wanted to. instead, though, he laces his fingers with yours and takes what you give him like the good boy he is. it takes less than ten minutes for him to come each and every time you give him head going forward but thankfully, his stamina doesn’t betray him. he recovers while he returns the favor, devouring you and drinking up your juices as his cock that never fully softened, swells up all over again.

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jamminvroomvroom · 17 days

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Hey girlll I love your blog so so so much! Congrats on the 4k bc you absolutely deserve it🫶🏼

I just had a little angsty request for Charles lando or Oscar (you can pick any you’re feeling more atm, I eat up anything ab my boys)

I saw this prompt maybe you could use - - "I can be there when you need me!" "But I did, and you weren't."

late night talking.

op x fem norris!reader

in which lando’s little sister has been sneaking around with his teammate, but it’s starting to have its challenges…

hiiiii thank u sm anon! love this request love you MWAH! so appreciative of this request and all of the others and that y’all trust me to bring your ideas to life!! i hope this hits the way you wanted it to! let me know what you think, big love 🤍

songs to set the mood: late night talking by harry styles, i love you by billie eilish, over my head by james marriott, if these walls could talk by 5sos

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, angst, fluff, a bit of hurt/comfort, secret relationship, brothers teammate trope (r is lando’s sister), fingering, morning sex, angsty needy sex, lando being an embarrassing little shit

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sex and talking. sex and talking. sex and talking.

that’s what you do, oscar and you.

you watch him all weekend, eyes trailing his lean frame, the way his body moves under papaya fabric. then, when your brother finally leaves you alone, you sneak into oscar’s arms, room, bed, whatever’s closest.

you have your way with one another, nothing untouched, unexplored, and then you talk and talk until your lips hurt from stretched out grins and a satisfying ache sets into your spent limbs. you sneak out when the sun comes up the next day and join lando for breakfast in whatever hotel you’re in that weekend.

rinse, repeat.

you can remember the first time you saw him in real life, way back in early 2023, clear as day. you were in bahrain with your brother for testing, the sun in your eyes, and there he was. awkward, stocky, hands buried deep in his mclaren administered slacks. he was littered with moles, mousey brown hair catching the rays of light, chocolate eyes conveying cool confidence that didn’t at all match up with his uncomfortable stance. you could kiss over those moles like a game of dot to dot, tug on his strands that looked like smooth chocolate frosting, sink into his brown irises until you drowned.

lando had caught you staring, sending his elbow into your ribs, and when you turned to glare at him, cuss him out, you saw a look of warning. his eyes said: don’t you fucking dare.

and you didn’t dare, not for a while at least.

“o-osc.” you whine, panting through the waves of eye-watering pleasure.

he’s got you laid out across his massage table, two fingers scissoring into your sodden cunt as his thumb bumps your clit in messy circles.

it’s rare that you sneak away so brazenly like this during a race weekend.

“you gotta be quiet.” oscar shushes you, eyes flitting between your own watery pair and his fingers where they’re working you open.

“trying.” you breathe, slapping your own hand over your mouth when your belly tightens one last time. one wrong move and the entirety of the hospitality suite will know. lando will know. perhaps all of china will know. that’s how good he fucking feels.

you sob into your palm, bucking your hips wildly as you fall apart, spilling all around his relentless fingers. he fucks you through it, grinning coyly as your muffled cries subside.

“c’mere.” oscar lulls, pulling you back towards him. he kisses you deeply, smiling against your lips.

“i should go.” you mumble, pushing his hair back and raking your fingers through his hair.

oscar nods apathetically, reserved all of the sudden. you frown, stealing another quick kiss. you stumble to your feet fixing your underwear and your skirt, and grab your bag from the small sofa.

“we need to be more careful.” his words make your blood run cold.

“more careful?”

you sneak in and out of hotel rooms under the cover of night, you have his name disguised in your phone, you never speak to him in public.

“this was risky.” oscar shrugs. he looks antsy, his entire demeanour changing in a matter of minutes, the ecstasy of watching you writhe all for him worn off.

“this- i- you’re the one who dragged me in here, piastri.” you accuse. ‘piastri’ is reserved for when you’re pissed off, a cagey step back from the affection ‘osc’ that you usually called him. “whatever, i’ve got to go.”

“i’ll see you later?” he poses it as a question, uncertain that you’ll show. he has never been uncertain before, not with you, not with a lot of things. bile rises in your throat, and you scoff.

you can’t reply. the door slams behind you.

“where’ve you been?” lando ruffles your hair, a single eyebrow raised suspiciously.

“got bored with watching you look at data so i went for a walk.” you reply nonchalantly, pushing his hand away.

he hums in response, nodding slowly. it’s like he doesn’t quite believe you but he quickly moves on.

“you coming out with us after the race tomorrow?” lando asks.

“depends on who ‘us’ is.” you reply curtly. you don’t wanna look at oscar’s stupid, handsome face for a second longer than you have to. a familiar sadness sinks into your bones.

“couple of the drivers, alex, carlos, oh and oscar might even be swayed.” you grit your teeth, suddenly frustrated. “anyway, since when do you have beef with drivers? little miss sunshine fallen out with someone?” lando sounds confused, accusatory.

you stay silent, walking into the back of the garage, praying someone will come and steal your brother away.

“hey, you gonna tell me what the problem i-?”

“lando, we need you to look at this.” your brother gets cut off by a frantic engineer, your prayers answered, and is quickly lost to the chaos of the garage.

a pair of warm eyes burn into the side of your head. you turn to see oscar watching you, his eyebrows furrowed as if he’s studying you. he’s fidgeting, playing with his fingers, something strange for the man as cool as a cucumber. you look away as quickly as you can, managing to tear your eyes away from him, a lump forming in your throat which you swallow down.

it’s painful, really. sex and talking, it’s not enough, never has been for even a second. oscar piastri, australian f1 driver, number 81, quickly became your oscar, somewhat against your will.

somewhere in hungary, about 8 months ago

“are we really doing this, piastri?” you giggle, throwing your head back as his lips work your neck.

“need you.” he groans into your skin, low and needy. you’ve never heard him sound so disheveled, so desperate, a far cry from his usual, monotonous self.

“want you, osc.” you pant when his lips find your sweet spot, the feeling of him so delicious on your body.

“have me.” he whispers, falling into bed with you in his lap.

you lay there basking in stunned silence afterwards, a layer of sweat coating your knackered body. your shoulder is pressed flush with oscar’s, not an inch of space between you while you both stare at the ceiling, sporting matching lazy grins.

“i can’t believe we did that.” oscar mutters, a layer of disbelief in his voice.

“i think we should do it again.” you tease, except you are deadly serious.

“agreed.” he breathes.

“this stays between us, right?” you whisper, shyly.

“always.”

always makes your skin crawl now. you’re sick of having him in the dark, of having to avoid him in public for fear of turning into a lovesick fool. it’s embarrassing, really, unrequited love.

you can barely follow qualifying, staring blankly at the empty space in the garage where oscar’s car resides. you manage to catch the radio message through the headset you have on, the one where oscar’s muttering about a stupid mistake that’s just knocked him out. he’s limping back to the pits, licking his wounds.

you feel a pang in your chest, sympathetic and disappointed for him. you wonder what his mistake was, where his mind was. you’ll wait for the right moment, swallow the ache in your heart and your pride, and you’ll comfort him. he gets led away by frustrated engineers immediately, studying lines of data with furrowed eyebrows. you watch from afar, but then your heart sinks to your feet when four words sound through your headphones.

“lando, are you okay?”

will sounds stressed, repeating the four words that make your world stop spinning on its axis. everyone in the garage is staring at the tv screen, breaths held, stomachs tight.

your brothers car sits in tatters, carbon fibre littering the track. you can see the fluorescents of his helmet burrowed in the cockpit, still. your mouth hangs open, one hand clutching your chest, the other covering your quivering lips. you’re numb.

that feeling returns, the one of eyes burning into your weathered features. your wide eyes flit to the australian boy watching you from across the garage, and you beg silently for him to just come to you, pull you close, tell you that lando is okay and that he loves you back.

and lando is okay, his winded voice reassuring you over the radio.

but you stand there alone.

just like always.

somewhere in brazil, about 5 months ago

“what’s your favourite colour?” oscar mumbles lazily, lips bumping your cheekbone.

you’re curled up on his lap watching the sunset from his balcony. he was well behind lando after qualifying, and he’d craved a moment alone with you all day.

the air was thick, humid, the hot orange sun sinking far off in the horizon. you turn to face him, his features illuminated by the hazy glow. the sunlight makes his chocolate eyes sparkle warmly, so pretty.

“brown.” you whisper, scanning his face.

he laughs lowly, his chest rumbling.

“brown?” he questions teasingly.

“yep.” you grin, pecking his lips softly.

“why?”

“go look at those pretty eyes of yours in the mirror.” you retort smoothly, threading your fingers through his shower-damp strands.

“you flirting with me?”

“you bet i am.”

you twist back around, facing the view once more, moulding into his body. he kisses over your shoulder, resting his chin. you stay there content until the sun is gone and the stars twinkle.

the air in the room is thick, awkwardly silent.

he stands leaning against the desk, opposite where you sit on your bed. the lights are low in your hotel room, the imprint of your body still fresh against the mattress. you’d been crying when he knocked, eyes rimmed red, skin flushed raw.

“you just stood there.” you croak.

“love, i-“

“don’t call me that. please.”

hurt flashes across his features, but like he knows it’s not fair of him to complain, he buries it immediately.

“i just… will you hear me out?” oscar pleads quietly.

you nod feebly.

“it’s impossible. this, us. i wanted to go to you but i- i couldn’t, i didn’t know how that would look and i didn’t want to jeopardise this.”

“but you did.” you whisper. his face shatters, falling fast.

“no, no, i can be there when you need me-“

“but you weren’t!” you cry, your body physically sinking, your shoulders drooping.

“i can fix this, i will.”

“i think we need to stop this, osc. it’s too painful for me. i’ve tried to move past the hurt but after today…” your voice shakes and you crumble, the first tear falling.

“i’m not trying to hurt you.” he crosses the space between you in two rushed steps, collapsing to his knees before you.

“that’s not good enough.” you bite back. “i’m not going to be some guys dirty little secret. i won’t do it anymore oscar.”

“i was trying to protect you… this.” he gestures between you desperately

“i know, oscar. i know! but i never asked you to do that. i can’t love you in a hotel room for the rest of my life.” the words slip from your tongue, abrasive and messy, before your brain can catch up.

you grimace, biting your tongue, but oscar’s reaction couldn’t be further from your own. his watery eyes widen, pink lips pulling into a boyish grin.

“i don’t want to love you in a hotel room for the rest of my life either.” oscar whispers, tentatively taking your hands. you stare down at your slowly intertwining fingers, a familiar warmth oozing through your body. “i wanna love you everywhere.”

“show me.” you murmur through shaky breath.

“i will.” he leans in, leaning in to kiss your shoulder. “for as long as you let me, i will.”

“just come here.” your fingers find the hairs at the nape of his neck, pulling him into a kiss, one born of frustration, and longing, and a year of late night talking about everything except how much you love each other.

oscar pushes you back onto the bed, crawling over you, starving. you pull him flush against you, leaving no room between your bodies. you crave the feel of his entire weight pressing you into the mattress and as he does, you feel at home. when you pull apart, catching your breaths, he says it properly, for the first time, and the world gets lighter.

“i love you.” oscar cups your jaw, those chocolate eyes boring into yours, the intensity of it knocking you for six. “always.” he adds.

the meaning of the word changes. always doesn’t mean a shameful, taboo secret anymore. life is breathed into the six lettered word; always means you and him, together, finally out of the shadows.

“i love you, osc.” you whisper.

he’s smiling when he kisses you again, unbuttoning your blouse like he’ll die if he doesn’t get the offending item off of your frame. you retaliate by shoving his t-shirt up his back, tugging greedily at it to strip him bare. the material comes off easily and as he sits up to throw it away, you shrug off your blouse and it meets his shirt on the floor. his hands smooth over your curves, brushing the pudge of your belly as he finds the zip of your skirt, ruining the fasten in his state of haste. you barely notice the way he’s ruined the item of clothing, urgently unbuttoning his jeans. your underwear is gone too, nothing separating you but your bra, restless hands on heated skin.

“we need to be quiet.” you breathe. “lando’s next door.” oscar giggles, tinged pink.

“get on top, love.” he drawls, flipping onto his back and taking you with him.

he sits up with you in his lap, nothing anchoring either of you in the middle of the bed. the imprint of your devastated form is gone, replaced by the shape of him. you can feel the head of his cock nudging through your folds, slicking him up so that he can slide nice and deep. he trails his fingers between your legs, thumbing at your clit in deft circles, just the way he knows you like it. you’re mewling in his lap, grinding down on the pad of his thumb; it’s so good but it’s not enough.

“please, osc.” you pant, urging him to let you sink down on his cock. you can see how red it is, feel the way it throbs for you, and the need to be full of him is almost paralysing.

“come on, pretty girl. fill yourself up.” oscar mutters against the shell of your ear.

he kisses down your throat as you slide down on him, dropping your hips firm against his.

“fuck.” you cry, your forehead falling against his shoulder.

“you okay, sweetheart? feel so good for me.” oscar coos, his fingertips digging hard into your hips.

“so good, baby.” your head rolls back, feeling him hit that spot tucked away within your walls.

your breaths mingle, your breasts flush against his chest, and as if he realises that he never stripped you of your pesky bra, he grunts, unclasping the black lace and flinging it somewhere far away. he gently mumbles an awestruck “fuck”, as if he hasn’t seen your tits a million and one times before, and latches onto your nipple. his tongue works in slow circles, matching the pace of your hips working languidly on his cock, and you keen further into his body.

“prettiest girl for me.” oscar grits out, his eyes squeezing shut when you clamp down on him, hard.

you’re both trying so hard to be quiet, overwhelmed by touch and taste, love. you’re growing tired, hurtling towards a desperate release, and oscar can sense it, the feel of your quivering thighs tightening around his hips spurring him on. he grinds up into you, maintaining your pace, but he’s fucking you harder now, the anticipation of your release sending shivers down his spine.

“you gonna cum for me?” oscar grunts, holding your hips down against him. you can’t move, his hold too tight and your body too tired, all you can do is wait for your orgasm to hit like a ton of bricks. you nod frantically.

“yes, oscar, please baby.” you beg for it, and like the true gentleman he is, the calloused pad of his pointer finger finds its home on your clit, sending you into an upwards spiral.

it’s as if you’re levitating when you let go, in a dreamlike state, your teeth sinking hard into his pale shoulder to muffle a surefire whine of his name. he’s rutting into you, prolonging the bliss.

“cum inside of me.” you urge, voice barely above a whisper. well, you’ve certainly never done this before.

oscar’s eyes roll into the back of his head, tears pricking his lash line. a guttural gasp of your name spills from his lips when he lets go, painting your insides warm and white. you stare at the tiny indents your teeth had left on his thick shoulder, his breath hitting the crook of your neck warm and wet as he comes down.

“‘m yours, and i’m here. i’m always gonna be here, i promise.” oscar speaks so quietly that you wonder if you’ve imagined it.

“when i made that mistake today, i was thinking about you.”

you’ve been laying there in silence for a while now, tucked under his arm when he speaks. you turn to look at him, perplexed.

“what?”

“i felt so awful about what i said after we, you know. you looked so upset with me, and i don’t blame you.” oscar sighs.

“i just don’t want to feel like a shameful secret, osc.” you tell him quietly, the words heavy on your tongue.

“you won’t, not anymore. ‘m so sorry, sweetheart.” he lulls, kissing over your hairline.

“how do we make this work? and how are we ever gonna explain this to-“

“lando.” oscar cuts you off, shifting uncomfortable. “he’s going to murder me and my entire bloodline.” he chuckles nervously.

“he won’t murder you. he might put you in a gravel trap, though.” you roll onto your side, smiling teasingly up at him and he rolls his eyes.

“i’ll take the heat. you’re worth it.”

“promise me.” you pant, his hips grinding into you. you’re curled into his chest, still spooning and barely awake. he’d woken up needy, and you were even needier, the faint glow of early morning sunshine washing over you through a crack in the beige curtains.

“anything.” oscar stutters, his breath warm against the back of your neck. his nose bumps your skin, teeth scraping the shell of your ear.

you stop meeting his thrusts. he whines low, wordlessly pleading for you to resume. he ruts his hips against your ass, chasing friction.

“tell me it’s all gonna be different now.”

“i already told you, i-“ oscar grunts.

“promise me.” you purposely clamp down on him, a hiss sounding from between his gritted teeth.

“promise, i promise, i love you.”

you giggle, rocking your hips again, fucking yourself onto him once more.

“i know.”

“you gonna let me off the hook?” oscar pants in your ear, tugging on your earlobe with his teeth.

“still gotta prove yourself, piastri.” you moan.

he feels deeper like this and he knows it, revelling in the way he’s filled you up so perfectly. he rolls into you slowly, sliding against each and every spot that makes you squirm. you drop your guard, going limp in his arms to let him finish you off.

“you nearly there, sweetheart? you gonna cum for me, love?” his accents thickens in the mornings, husky and intoxicating. you fall apart, then, and he stays buried inside of you, the only sounds in the room your matching heavy breathing.

“i need you to get dressed.” oscar kisses your cheek.

“kicking me out already?” you feign offence, looking at him over your shoulder.

his fingers come to cup your chin, his forehead resting against yours.

“there’s something we gotta do.”

you’re wearing your skirt from the day before, the waistband rolled over to make up for the oscar-destroyed zipper. his hoodie that you’ve stolen almost completely covers the short skirt, and your messy hair and poorly removed makeup don’t do much to convince anyone that you’d actually slept in your own room last night.

still rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you don’t really comprehend where oscar is leading you, but when the elevator dings, signalling that you’ve reached the restaurant floor, you’re suddenly painfully awake. time seems to move in slow motion, your tummy twisting as you realise what’s about to happen.

ahead of you, tucked into the corner of the restaurant is your brother, jon, and ashley. lando is already draped in team kit, the papaya of his hoodie blaring obnoxiously for once, a warning sign.

“oscar, what-“

“i’m doing this.” he affirms, speeding up his stride.

oh my god oh my god oh my fucking god.

your heart speeds up, dropping to the pit in your belly when lando notices you, eyebrows furrowed, jaw clenched, eyes taking in the bewildering sight before him. his baby sister, disheveled and wide-eyed, and his teammate holding her hand, on a mission.

“what the fuck am i looking at?” lando doesn’t sound angry, per say, more perplexed than anything. there is an edge to his voice that you don’t particularly like, but he hasn’t started swinging yet, you suppose.

“i’m in love with your sister. like, for real. you deserve to know that.” oscar says confidently, somewhat monotonously.

lando opens his mouth, closes it. opens it again, closes it. he repeats the process a few more times, going through the motions of an emotional rollercoaster.

but then, he sighs deeply, a grin of disbelief stretching across his face. jon bangs on the table excitedly, and ash is shaking his head.

“you owe us so much money.” jon laughs, his head tipping back.

“pay up, boss.” ash sticks his hand out expectantly, smirking across the table.

“what… what?” you exclaim, narrowing your eyes in confusion.

“i didn’t wanna believe them.” lando shrugs.

“don’t blame you.” oscar chimes in, and you stare between the two mclaren drivers in bewilderment.

“are you okay with this?” you question, staring your brother in the eyes, still a bit disoriented by the entire situation. his face softens, a genuine smile lingering small on his lips.

“if you’re happy, i’ll make my peace with it.” lando’s eyes flit between you and oscar.

all of the sudden, a look of horror crosses his face, and his voice turns stern.

“but,” he inhales shakily. “if i ever, ever, hear again what i think i heard last night,” he glares at oscar, pointing one firm finger at the australian, who stands up a bit straighter. “you’re dead, piastri.”

jon and ash bite back giggles at the empty threat, and you take it upon yourself to put an end to the situation before it gets any more awkward.

“well, on that note!” you sing-song, dragging oscar away.

“and make sure you’re using protection!” lando calls out, panic stricken, big brother mode activated.

“oh my god.” you blush dark pink, speeding up, the elevator in your sights.

“that went well.” oscar quips sarcastically. he looks rather happy with himself.

you kiss him as soon as the metal doors shut.

you do go out after the race, but for once it’s not to drink away the memories of a weekend in oscar’s arms. this time, it’s to celebrate the fact that you can love him out loud, and he’ll do the same right back.

you’re dancing in his arms, bright lights in shades of blues and purples streaming over your bodies. oscar holds you close, keeps you wrapped in his arms, despite the shock on the faces of others at the sight of lando norris’s baby sister publicly besotted with his teammate.

when oscar kisses you deep, smiling against your lips that taste like cherry liquor, you know that this last year of your life wasn’t in vain.

you and oscar, you’re built to last.

“how did you not see it, mate?” charles beams, crinkles by his eyes from the wide smile he’s sporting. he’s clearly drunk, but lando is too.

it appears he’s clocked the brits sister and her australian suitor on the dance floor.

the monagasque has rocked up to the bar with alex and pierre in tow, the three of them slapping lando on the back as they arrive.

“i guess there were signs.” lando shrugs, dragging his finger over the rim of the crystal glass.

“signs? mate it was obvious.” pierre chuckles, pushing lando’s shoulder.

“wait, you all knew?” lando splutters.

yeah. duh. come on, man.

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“it’s funnier.” charles… winks? it’s hard to tell with him.

lando finds you in the crowd, grinning up at oscar like he hung the stars in the sky. the younger mclaren driver returns your look, and it sparks warmth in lando’s chest.

you’re gonna be okay.

hehe

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rainba · 27 days

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Yandere OC (Kairos) x Reader 💜

A/N / TWs: 18+, yandere content, Kairos being Kairos,, masturbation + pillow fucking + small mention of somnophilia and kidnapping

( ◡‿◡ *) MDNI 💜

Reader is GN!!

Wordcount: 1106 💜

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Drool was dribbling down his chin, an absolute mess forming all over the bedsheets. His hips were twitching, bucking, grinding fervently against the silky black fabric of his pillow. His small hands gripped the edges as he held it as close as humanly possible.

Kairos was utterly desperate.

“A-ah– Hah– Please– Please…”

He thrusts as fast as he possibly can, moaning your name ever-so-sweetly. He’s so unashamedly loud– he just can’t stop thinking about you: his perfect, amazing, sweet, soon-to-be-his darling. Kairos grits his teeth as he pushes his leaking cock even harder against the pillow, his entire body trembling as he whimpers.

“I-I love you, I love you, IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!”

Images of your face flash across his mind as he recklessly chases his high. The bed squeaks beneath him. God– he wishes it was you in his arms rather than just a dumb, stupid pillow. If you were with him at that moment instead, he’d undoubtedly believe that he’d died and gone to heaven.

Ah… If you were with him… He’d cum inside you over and over again– claim you– leave kisses and marks all over your body– whisper praises into your ear as he lovingly fucks you. His hands would be trembling with excitement as they explore every inch of you.

Kairos shudders as he imagines you squeezing yourself around his length. He whimpers as he also imagines you praising him back, telling him that he’s making you feel so good, begging him to keep going until he physically collapses.

Ah– if he fucks you good enough, you’ll never want to leave him! Right?? He’ll fuck you so good that you can barely walk, and that way, you’ll never be able to escape him… Kairos bites down on his bottom lip as his cock throbs at the thought.

“I… I’ll be your good boy… I’ll… I’ll treat you good..!”

“Y-you only need me, only me…”

He shifts positions on the bed and tries to put the pillow on top of himself, pretending that you’re riding him. He pushes it firmly against his length and tries to grind into it, but it’s hardly enough to satisfy him. Having the pillow on top doesn’t feel nearly as good– the only way for this position to work would be to have you actually on top of him. He needs to be inside of you– needs to be inside of you so, so badly–

The stupid pillow just isn’t enough.

He can’t help but tear up and whine at the fact that you’re not really with him right now.

Overwhelmed with frustration, he flips over the pillow and slams it against the bed, taking his rage out on it. He squeezes it as if to choke it; erratically shaking the poor thing as salty tears fall down his cheeks.

He holds down the pillow with one hand as he carelessly strokes his cock with the other.

Then he imagines he’s fucking your face instead... Pretending he’s punishing you for not begging to be by his side. Punishing you for not spending every waking moment either being with him or thinking about him.

Oh– But… Would having your throat be ravaged by him really be a punishment?

Kairos imagines your eyes watering and cheeks puffing out as he abuses your mouth, bruising it, but he also pretends that you’d secretly love it. In his fantasy, you’d be touching yourself as he keeps thrusting, and he’d be petting your hair all the while. Or perhaps your hands would be gripping his thighs, holding him close, refusing to let him go… You’d cum without him needing to even touch you– the mere act of sucking his cock being all that you need to climax.

Or maybe– just maybe– you’d fight back. Bite down on his dick, make him bleed, tear him apart… You’d get mad at him, yank him by his messy hair, force his face into the bed and take control…

“F-fuck,” he slips out a high-pitched whine.

He’s getting close, he knows it. The room is growing so, so hot… His head is spinning. He almost wants to stop himself from cumming just so he can relish in his little fantasy just a bit longer– but he lacks even an ounce of self control. Kairos leans down and sinks his teeth into the pillow, precum leaking all over it. Even more tears prick the corners of his eyes as he imagines himself cumming inside your mouth, envisioning you moaning as you choke it all down.

Then he fantasizes you kissing his cock and thanking him, licking and suckling on the tip as he comes down from his high. It’s such a wonderful thought… Such… A wonderful thought…

That’s all it takes for him to come undone.

“A-ah.. Aah..!~”

Kairos’ entire body trembles and jerks as he cums, sweat dripping down his pale cheeks as the intensity of it all washes over him. His breathing is erratic, his heart pounding against his chest.

He’s made a huge mess.

And he doesn’t care that it’s a little bit gross… He kisses the pillow over and over again, pretending that he’s actually just leaning down to kiss your forehead instead. He endlessly whispers the phrase “I love you” as he tenderly strokes it. When he slowly calms down and the fantasy fades away, all he has left are the dark walls of his dusty bedroom and the cum-soaked pillow between his legs.

It’s pathetic.

Kairos chokes down a labored sob as he weakly throws the pillow across the room– his face red with embarrassment. It hits the wall and plops onto the floor, folding in on itself. His hands ball up into tight fists.

Kairos can’t take this anymore.

He wants you– no, he needs you so badly. He craves you like a hard drug, yearns for your unconditional love, dreams every night of owning you entirely.

Sneak into your bedroom, kidnap you, or make love to you while you’re sleeping– he needs to do something, anything, just to get even the smallest taste of you.

But right now… He’s too tired. His body collapses, his heart aching in his chest. He runs his fingers through his bangs, the sweat making his hair a mess. In some strange way, he feels at peace– at peace knowing that one day, you will be his, and his alone.. It’s just… A matter of time.

His fantasies will become a reality.

His eyes slowly flutter shut as he smiles weakly from ear-to-ear, the tears fading away as he dreams of the day where he can hold you close in the gentle cage of his loving arms.

#kairos posting #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere male #yandere fic #yandere male x reader #my silly little guy

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colonelarr0w · 2 months

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SCREW SOFT DOM GOJO, I WANT AN AGGRESSIVE DOM GOJO WHO WILL TEAR APART MY BODY (in the nicest way possible 🎀)

Sypnosis - Read above request.

Warning(s) - This is, again, just straight fucking smut.

Note - Anon. You are so real for this.

Read the Soft Dom version here!

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

!Aggressive Dom Gojo who seems to be a completely different person the moment that your bedroom door is shut. Calloused hands roam your body, fingers pinching almost meanly at your curves. In that moment, as his lips attack your own in a flurry of hungry kisses that leave you flustered and completely breathless.

!Aggressive Dom Gojo who lifts you by your hips and all but throws you onto the sheets like a ragdoll — one shaped purely for his own pleasure. You could tell by the rapid rising and falling of his chest that you would likely not leave that bed for hours, not until Gojo was done with you of course.

!Aggressive Dom Gojo who is just downright mean to you. His usually featherlight and affectionate kisses to your neck are replaced by rough suckling and bites that no doubt leave behind marks for you to find in the morning. Your little gasps and pants are caught quickly by Gojo’s lips, delivering yet another hungry kiss that has your head positively spinning.

!Aggressive Dom Gojo who continues to leave bruises and bite marks against your skin as his lips trail downward, taking one of your tits into his mouth and swirling his tongue over your already hardened nipple. He sinks his teeth into the plush skin, lifting his head upward and smirking at the shocked moan that you let out, back arching off of the sheets.

!Aggressive Dom Gojo who helps you shimmy out of your pants before running a thin finger over your clothed pussy, swirling the tip of his index finger over your clit and smirking to himself at the little jolts of your body — back lifting off of the bed with each little touch. He turns his wrist, thumb pressing against your clit and rubbing quickened circles against it, smirking at the desperate pants and whines that fall from your parted lips.

!Aggressive Dom Gojo who only removes your panties when you’re a whining, drooling mess. A thin line of your own saliva is trickling down from the corner of your mouth, soft pants falling from your lips as you peer down at Gojo through lust-blown eyes. He stares back at you, mentally committing the sight to memory and smirking again, pressing his palm flat against your still-clothed pussy — that earns him another desperate little “Satoru!”

!Aggressive Dom Gojo who finally…finally licks a stripe up your pussy, deciding to tease even further and avoid your clit. He’ll focus on swirling the tip of his tongue over your entrance, smirking as you whine and attempt to buck your hips up to get some kind of friction against the neglected bundle of nerves. He only wraps an arm over your hips, pushing you back down onto the bed and clicking his tongue at you.

!Aggressive Dom Gojo who then eats you out with a hunger that — while not unusual — still felt just downright mean. His tongue bullies both your clit and your entrance, alternating between the two just when he feels your legs begin to shake against his head, thighs clamping around his ears as you try to push him away. But you don't win, and you won't ever win...not tonight anyway.

!Aggressive Dom Gojo who continues to eat you out even as your fingers try to push him away and as desperate pleas of "too much" and "too sensitive" fall from your parted lips. Instead of listening to your pleas like he would any other night, Gojo only presses his palms against your legs, parting them further to allow himself better access to you, suckling on your clit and smirking at the way that your head falls back against the pillows.

!Aggressive Dom Gojo who straight bullies your cunt once he bottoms out in you, hands gripping at your hips and no doubt leaving behind bruises for him to admire in the morning. His hips snap into your own, setting the rough pace and not letting up for even a single second – not that you mind, honestly.

!Aggressive Dom Gojo who covers your mouth with his palm, silencing your moans and continuing to thrust into you at an unrelenting pace, his hips slapping against yours. Your back arches impossibly further off of the bed, body spasming as that familiar knot in your stomach begins to coil tighter and tighter.

!Aggressive Dom Gojo who fucks you through your orgasm, reaching a hand down to rub your clit in quickened circles. His head bends down to whisper dirty nothings into your ears, referring to you as "his good girl" as your body continues to spasm with the shocks of your orgasm. Internally, he debates on continuing, bordering on overstimulating you but deciding against it as your moans morph into pathetic little whines – perhaps another time.

We <3 any and all forms of Gojo in this house.

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rafecameroninterlude · 3 months

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Heyy, loved the fics that u did!!

Maybe you could do one where she catches them on the act? But rafe doesn’t stop fucking the reader?

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!kook!reader

warnings: cussing, unprotected sex, sex on a desk, semi-public sex, sarah is irritated as always, dirty talk, ward catches on at the end

word count: 1.1k

a/n: this takes place a little after sarah finds out about you and rafe, i recommend reading that first <3 you could check it out here 🤍 mini series masterlist

“rafe, we can’t be in here, it’s closed off for a reason!” you whispered, trying your best to keep up with the man who currently dragged you as if you weren’t wearing heels. “looks pretty open to me,” he opened a random door, pulling you inside as you covered your mouth to keep yourself from laughing. “let me look at you.” rafe stepped back, admiring you in your midsummers dress. “do you like it?” you spinned slowly, his hands settling on your hips. “i do, you gonna let me fuck you in it?” your cheeks flushed, “i don’t know.. none of these doors have locks.”

“that hasn’t stopped us before.” rafe kissed your bare shoulders, his teeth skimming the side of your neck. you bit your lip, turning in his hold. “it hasn’t, but the entire figure eight wasn’t outside when we risked getting caught.” he ignored you, backing you into a nearby desk. “come on, no one is going to come in here. you’re telling me that even if someone were to come upstairs, they’d choose this exact room to be in?” you stood in silence, weighing out the odds in your head.

all it took was one smile before rafe bent you over the hardwood, his erection pressing against your ass. “all i could think about out there was having my way with you,” he ran a large hand up your back before fisting your hair and pulling. you moaned, rubbing your thighs together as rafe balled up your dress, delivering a smack to your backside. you sucked in a breath when rafe trailed a finger down your folds, a groan erupting from his throat. “you’re soaked. you’ve been waiting for me to fill this fucking cunt, haven’t you?” you whimpered, attempting to nod at his words.

his fingers curled around the waistband of your soft cotton underwear, pulling them down roughly as you spread your legs for him. “so good for me, so perfect. my willing whore, right?” you hummed, a shiver going down your spine when you heard the zipper of his pants come undone. once he had your underwears off, you were about to step out of your heels before he stopped you. “keep them on, i wanna see these pretty things dangling in the air while i take you.” rafe held your hips in place as he pushed himself inside of you, both of you moaning in unison.

“oh my god,” rafe loved it when your voice sounded strained, like you were doing everything to keep yourself from falling apart. you ached for him like no other, goosbumps spreading across your skin as he filled you up inch by glorious inch. just when you thought he bottomed out, he picked up your leg, pinning it down on the desk so he could delve even deeper. you squirmed, your nails digging into the hard surface beneath you. “fuck- rafe please,” you looked back, his jaw slack as he watched where you sucked him in like a vice.

he thrusted, a hiss leaving his lips when your pussy clenched around his cock. “keep doing that, and i’m gonna have you walking around this party with my cum dripping down your legs.” he smacked your ass again, making your hips buck. the idea alone had your mind spinning, your eyes fluttering shut as he leaned down, whispering in your ear. “can you feel how fucking hard you make me?” rafe kissed you, taking your bottom lip between his teeth before releasing it. he sped up, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as you quivered in his arms.

“you feel so g-” before you could finish talking, your slurred words came to a stop, rafe’s name echoing through your ears. “rafe!” you gasped, sarah’s voice cutting through the air. “it’s sarah,” you tried to move so you could pull your dress down, but rafe only fucked you harder, your breath stuttering. “rafe she’s gonna catch us.” he covered your mouth as the door flew open, your whole body flushing at the fact that you two just got caught in the act, and it had to be sarah of all people.

“what the fuck, guys!” sarah immediately slammed the door shut, rafe’s thumb returning to your clit. your eyes widened as the man behind you smiled at your expression. “you really couldn’t wait till later?” sarah spoke from the hallway, rafe’s movements not stopping whatsoever. “dad’s been looking everywhere for you, try to find him as soon as possible.” sarah’s heels retreating down the stairs was the last thing you heard before a sob ripped through your throat, rafe’s hand finally moving from your mouth.

“is my little slut close?” the desk started hitting the wall from the force of his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin making your cheeks redden. “yes, rafe please give it to me.” he groaned, his hips stuttering as he cummed inside you, his hot load filling you up. soon enough, you followed right behind him, your breath catching in your throat as you fucked yourself on his cock. rafe doubled over, his lips trailing wet kisses down your jaw. “do you think sarah will tell anyone?” you sighed, letting your leg fall from the desk. rafe pulled out, putting your underwears back on for you.

“i don’t think so, but even if she does, no one’s gonna say anything.” he shrugged, buttoning his pants as he kissed you. “i hate to be that person, but these heels are killing me.” you stepped out of the shoes in question, rafe picking them up from the floor. “wanna ditch this thing?” rafe straightened out your dress, pulling you into a kiss. “yes, please.” you followed him out the room, both of you running into ward at the bottom of the stairs. “hello, mr. cameron.” you smiled at him, rafe squeezing your hand gently as you did so. ward took one look at you and rafe, his eyes falling to where your heels hung in between rafe’s fingers.

“you know you could call me ward, dear.” you nodded, rafe glancing at you with a smile. “well the firework show is starting soon, just wanted to make sure y’all were around for that.” rafe started walking you two outside, you’re brain overthinking as always. “do you think he knows what we did?” you looked up at him. rafe shook his head, “nah, he’s just trying to look like he cares about his kids in front of his work buddies.” he shrugged.

“oh, y/n?” ward turned around, “your flower crown is crooked, sweetheart.”

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ncroissant · 1 month

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I was feeling a little silly :3 (I wrote a whole ass fanfic on Sub! Francis Mosses :|)

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You sighed, the sound of your door unlocking echoing in the vast silence of the hallway. Stepping inside your apartment, you closed the door behind you, before taking off your coat. A breath of relief escaped your throat. Work had been particularly unforgiving today, and you were glad to finally be home and away from it all.

You hung your jacket on the hook that stood on the plain wall before you. You slipped your shoes off your aching feet, a delightful scent wafting your way. You perked up. A smile tugged at your lips. Despite the hardships you faced daily at your bore of a job, you could always count on one thing at the end of the day: your beloved husband, Francis Mosses.

“Darling?” a call resounded from the kitchen, enunciated in that tired, gravelly voice that you had grown to love.

“I’m home! Just give me a second, dear,” your response was short lived, as you heard hurried footsteps in your direction.

Before you could blink, two warm arms had wrapped themselves around you, breaking you away from the real world if only for a couple moments. And just as soon as they had appeared, they were gone. You could feel your beloved husband dutifully remove the rest of your work attire before those same warm hands guided you towards the living room.

“How was work, my love?” a gentle tone graced your hearing, followed by a ginger peck on your cheek.

You let out a tired chuckle, “The same as always,” you sighed, taking a seat on the couch, “John can’t keep his mouth shut and Mary’s always on my trail.”

There’s a droop in Francis’s tone. “That woman from HR?”

You’re too tired to speak so instead you just nod in response, the weight of your day creeping up on you.

“Well, don’t worry about that now, love,” you feel his palm cup your cheek, heat bouncing off his skin and onto your own as he turns your head ever so gently. Your gazes are locked together now; a faint sparkle in Francis’s.

“I made your favorite.” the words are uttered so softly that you would not be able to catch them if you weren’t paying full attention to him. The tenderness of the moment overwhelms you, and you can do nothing but smile at the man that had stolen your heart. He returns the expression whole-heartedly.

You feel his warmth break apart from you abruptly, and your eyes trail after Francis as he heads towards the kitchen. The aroma is much stronger now.

You can’t help but feel a sense of gratitude as you get up to follow him.

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“Hic—wait—not there-mmgf~!” your husband’s eyes roll back into his head for the umpteenth time tonight, a dizzying flush coating his body.

Your hand is wrapped relentlessly around Francis’s cock, erect and leaking uncontrollably. He lets a gasp as your thumb begins to rub over his slit, a keen clawing at his throat. Your touch glides almost painfully slow across his tip, and the poor man doesn’t know whether to buck into your touch or away from it…it’s just too good.

Instead, his hands paw uselessly at your sides. A series of hiccups escape him from all the crying he’s done, and you lap up the sounds like a man in the desert. You absolutely loved how vocal Francis was. He bites down on his bottom lip in an effort to silence his cries, flush coloring his cheeks out of embarrassment. It doesn’t work, of course.

“Ngh! F~uck…why..”

“Why what, darling?” you crooned, relishing in his state, “Use your words.”

Francis’s mind goes blank. A helpless whine leaves his mouth, and a shaky breath exits him when he feels your hand tighten around the base of his ruined cock.

He lets a sob, “Hnng! I can’t stop..leaking! S-shit~” tears begin to wet his face once again, rolling down to frame his features in a way that you never imagined up until now.

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…was that OOC—:0

imagine him falling apart in your lap, his back pressed up against your chest, squirming in your grasp...twitching with whiny moans and drool dripping down the side of his mouth with fat tears in the corners of his eyes. turning back to look you asking if he did a good job ......

AHHHHHH. u did so amazing anon, not ooc at ALL. REAL FRANCIS IS SOOOOO SUB CODED. like he's so inexperienced it hurts and it just makes me wanna UGHHHH.

#francis mosses #francis mosses x reader #sub francis mosses #milkman #that's not my neighbour #you did great!!#love this so much.#ncrescent asks

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babyboydaniel · 4 months

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Helmet Swap (M)

Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lando is excited to show you his new helmet for the upcoming season.

Smut, Fluff | Warnings: 18+, PinV, Mutual Masturbation, Thigh-Riding, Humping | Word Count: 2.6K

As the new F1 season rapidly approached, Lando finally got in one of his new helmet designs, covered in his signature neon yellow and blue. He could not wait to show it off to you. The moment it had arrived in front of your door, he was pulling it from the box, bringing it over to where you were sitting on the couch to show you all the small details. Unabashedly proud of his design for the upcoming season.

After showing it off, Lando placed the helmet on display in your bedroom. It sat atop your dresser, a garish object that disrupted the neutral serenity. But, you did not have the heart to tell him to place it elsewhere. You loved him being so genuinely excited about something.

The helmet sat there for over a week, waiting for the first race in Bahrain.

One night, after dinner with some friends, Lando and you stumbled into the bedroom, pulling at each other’s clothes and trying to get naked as fast as possible. Lando had been teasing you all night. He could not keep his hands off of you. Lando had leaned over to whisper the dirtiest things in your ear. Suggesting that he should drag you to the bathroom and fuck you against the sink, or he could simply bend you over the table in the middle of the restaurant. By the time you left and bid your friends goodbye, your panties were completely soaked. The drive home was just as torturous.

With tangled limbs, the both of you fell onto the bed. Lando below you, his legs hanging over the edge of the bed. Your legs straddled his thick thighs as you fell into his lap, completely naked. Somehow, Lando still had his pants and shirt on, which had been unbuttoned entirely. As you settled on top of him, he wound one arm around your waist. The other fisted in your hair as he stared deep into your eyes. His unwavering love for you was spoken with silent words. You almost had to look away since it was so overwhelming, but then Lando pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. You beamed.

It was moments later that Lando was parting your lips with this tongue. Kissing you with such force and intensity that it was making it hard to breathe. The room was silent apart from the sound of your slick mouths moving together in a familiar dance. His grip tightened on you as if to stop you from falling apart, which had the opposite effect, heightening everything. Every flick of his tongue, a scrap of his teeth against your lip, and the tug of your hair, as he controlled the kiss, was a lot.

Lightheaded and breathless, you were mindlessly grinding your wet core against Lando’s clothed, stiff member.

Lando groaned as you repeatedly pressed down on him. His hips bucking up to meet yours halfway. If he allowed you to, you could get off just like that. That was the power Lando had over your pleasure.

Lando pulled back from your warm, wet mouth. You whined as he moved a couple of inches from your face. You chased after his lips, wanting more and frustrated he wasn’t giving it to you. With a firm squeeze to your hip, Lando stopped your advances. You pouted.

“Behave,” he commanded, his once loving blues eyes now firm with authority.

“Finnneeee,” you grumbled.

“Now, why don’t you be a good girl and ride my thigh, baby?” Lando suggested.

“Fuck, Lan. Okay,” you quickly responded, hovering over his right thigh. Your pussy clenched just thinking about it.

Lando’s hands steady you as you sit down on his muscular thigh. The brush of the fabric against your desperate cunt was euphoric. Without the need for encouragement, you immediately began humping his thigh, moaning and swearing as the pleasure was insurmountable. The drag of fabric over your clit was both not enough and too much at the same time. Your arms locked behind Lando’s neck, fingers entangled in his curls, anchoring yourself to the pleasure.

With cocky indifference, Lando rested his hands back on the bed. A small smirk played on his pink lips as he watched you frantically use him to chase an orgasm.

“Look at you, baby. So fucking desparate. Are you going to come all over my thigh?” he taunted.

You nodded. Increasing your speed, wanting more. Needing more.

“Shit, you are so fucking wet. Ruining my pants.”

“Just a desperate little slut, humping my leg to get some attention. You are so cute,” Lando teased.

With each passing disgusting comment, you were getting closer and closer until you were about to topple over the edge.

‘Lan, I am going to come,” you moaned.

In an instant, Lando reached up to grab your hips, stopping your movements and halting your impending orgasm. You groaned, frustrated, since you were so close.

“Not yet,” Lando stated, “I have an idea of how I want you to come. If you are okay with it.”

Lando pulled you back so he could look into your eyes. His eyes looked grey in the light.

“I want you to ride my helmet,” Lando suggested like it was a typical everyday request.

You whimpered, clenching your thighs at the thought.

“Yeah, fuck,” your eyes glancing over to the dresser.

With you in agreement, Lando moved you off his lap, gently placing you on the bed. He strode over to where the once-forgotten helmet still resided on the dresser. He made his way back over and set it in the middle of the bed. The glistening wet spot on his thigh was obvious in the dim light, turning you on more.

Once in its place, Lando made his way over to one of the chairs that faced the bed. He plopped down onto the cushion, legs spread wide and hands on his lap.

“Go ahead,” Lando prompted.

With Lando’s permission, you shifted so your legs framed the helmet. Lingering over the object before resting your dripping core against the cool fiberglass of Lando’s helmet. The temperature difference made you moan. With a tentative flick of your hips, you rubbed against it. The noises continued to fall from your lips. Slowing humping the helmet, the smoothness mixed with your juices caused an orgasmic sensation. Unlike anything you have ever felt before. Everything was slick, and the wet noises echoed in the room as you dragged cunt back and forth. It was all so filthy. It was not going to take you long to come like that.

You opened your eyes to see that Lando had his cock in his hand, removing it from the confines of his pants, and was fucking himself with a loose fist. He was watching you.

Heat radiated from your chest as his gaze flitted over your skin, only encouraging you further.

With his attention solely on you, you gently wrapped your hands around your throat. You pressed down only slightly, enough to get a reaction out of Lando. Pleased with the stutter of his hip and his lip finding its way in between his teeth, you lifted off from your neck to slowly glide your fingers down your breast, barely grazing your nipples. But the feeling was oh so delicious, and you needed more. You were operating only on the desire as you brought one hand up to your mouth, sucking two fingers between your lips, effectively coating them in your spit before returning to your nipples. The lack of friction had you throwing your head back in ecstasy. The movements of your hips increase.

That was all it took to get you back to tiptoeing close to the edge. You were going to come, and you were unsure if you could stop yourself this time if Lando denied you.

“Can I please come?” you begged Lando.

“Aw, baby, look at you. So pretty humping my helmet. So fucking desperate that you would get off on anything. You want to come?” he taunted.

“Yes, please,” you pleaded.

“Then come.”

With Lando’s approval, you fell apart. A scream ripped from your throat, and you wildly bucked against the helmet, and your fingers twisted your nipples with such force you were sure they were going to be sore the next day. You came with such force you squirted all over Lando’s helmet. Coating the smooth surface with your release.

Lando looked pleased with you.

Slipping off the helmet, your body sagged against the pillow resting at the headboard. The post-orgasm drowsiness beginning to seep into your bones. Your eyes became heavier as you just wanted to give in to the relaxation, but the movement of Lando approaching the bed alerted you.

He stood next to the bed. His hard, leaking cock was a beautiful rosy pink, tempting you to place your mouth around it.

Lando reached out to cup your jaw, his thumb tenderly running along your cheekbone.

“Do you think you can come one more time? On my cock?” He asked.

Your sensitive pussy throbbed at the thought. “Yes,” you moaned.

Lando quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes and returned the helmet to its place of honor. Once he was back in front of you, you reached out to take his cock in your hand. Loosely gliding your hand over the soft skin, squeezing out the precum as you massaged the very tip. On instinct, you licked the dribbling wetness that leaked out. Lando moaned.

“Shit, baby, as much as I would love to fuck your mouth, I am not going to last,” Lando admitted.

You giggled, “Next time then.”

Lando nodded, “Whenever you want, baby.”

Then Lando was on top of you. The weight of his body was suffocating you in the most pleasurable way. Lando’s mouth immediately finds your neck, lightly kissing the skin there. As if he was scared to leave a mark, but you just knew it was his way to drive you crazy. To have your baring your neck to him and begging him to mark you up. Knowing his tactic did nothing to change the outcome.

“Lan, more, please,” you begged.

“More what?” he questioned, playing dumb.

“Just more. I need you. I-I need you to, to give me more. Please. I need you to mark me up. Please, Lan,” you gasped as Lando sunk his teeth into the base of your neck. You moaned at the inescapable pleasure that spread over every nerve ending in your body.

Lando repeated this over and over again, biting and sucking mark after mark into your skin. Leaving you a whimpering, sopping mess beneath him.

“I need you inside me,” you pleaded, arching your body into his.

Lando removed himself from your neck to look you in the eyes. The intensity of his stare had you choking on the air. He was breathtaking.

“I love it when you beg, baby. Knowing that you need me and my cock,” Lando whispered filthily in your ear. His lips pressed delicate kisses across your cheek until he reached your lips, where he placed an innocent kiss.

Lando pushed off from your heated skin so he was kneeling in between your legs. He lightly ran a finger over your soaked cunt. Brushing over your clit with each pass but never spending enough time there to bring you any real pleasure.

You moved your hips hoping to direct Lando to where you needed him, but, he knew your game and did not give in. He simply continued with his feather-like touches, giving you just enough for you to feel desperate. Having you exactly how he liked you.

“Please just fuck me already.”

Lando laughed. Grabbing his cock in his hand, he slicked himself with your wetness. Dragging himself torturously slow between your lips. Then, without warning, Lando thrust into you, filling you up to the hilt. You cried as you stretched around him, loving how full he made you feel. Lando stilled as you adjusted around him, his fingertips dug into your thighs that were pressed to your chest.

“Fuck, baby. Your pussy feels so good,” Lando moaned.

Your pussy involuntarily clenched around him. Then Lando was sliding out of your wet heat before fucking back into you. His hips met yours over and over again. The obscene sound of your skin slapping together, mixed with the squelch of your juices around Lando’s cock was intoxicating. Your hands gripped the sheets while you writhed beneath Lando, your head thrown back in utter pleasure.

Lando’s hands groped any part of your body he could reach. Your eyes fall shut as if unable to handle his touch. Then you felt Lando’s hand gripping your jaw.

“Look at me, baby,” Lando coaxed.

You opened them to find his electric blue eyes staring back at you. His curls were plastered to his forehead, his cheeks flushed, and his red lips were swollen. He looked absolutely erotic.

His muscles flexed as he continued thrusting into you, sweat trickling down the planes of his chest. Your mouth watered.

“Lan,” you whined.

Lando smirked, pleased that he had such an effect on you.

“You look so pretty with my cock in you,” he panted, “you take my cock so well, baby.”

You could not hold back the moans from bursting from your lips if you had tried. The warmth of his praise cloaked your body.

Lando’s pace was unrelenting as he repeatedly pounded into you, brushing that special spot inside, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm with each pass.

Your breathing picked up, and you were meeting Lando’s hips with every thrust.

“You want to come?” Lando asked.

“Please,” you moaned.

Lando somehow picked up the pace. One of his hands reached in between your bodies to rub your clit. It was what you needed. You were teetering on the edge.

“I’m going to come,” you whined.

“Let go, baby,” Lando said.

With a curse, you were coming on his cock. Tremors of ecstasy cascaded the length of your body. Your chest curved towards Lando, pulling at the sheets that were still in your hands. Lando did not stop as you tightened around him. Fucking you through the pleasure. Extending your orgasm, it almost becoming too much.

Then Lando came with a moan, stilling as you felt his dick twitch inside you. His eyes screwed shut, and his sinful mouth hung open as ropes of white cum coated your insides. Mixing with your own release.

Once satisfied that he had nothing more to give you, Lando pulled out and watched as his cum dripped from your spent cunt. His tongue flicked out to wet his mouth. His gaze fixed on the indecent sight between your legs.

As if he could not stop himself, Lando reached down and scooped up his cum with his fingers and rubbed it over your swollen core. Gently gliding against your clit. You whined, oversensitive after your last orgasm, and moved away from Lando’s hand. Lando snickered.

“Look at my messy, baby. You look so good covered in my cum,” Lando mocked.

You lazily smiled up at him as you slumped against the pillows.

Lando leaned down to capture your lips.

After the languid make-out session, the necessary cleanup and visits to the bathroom. The two of you found yourselves wrapped around each other as you drifted to sleep.

A couple of weeks passed, and you were in Bahrain for the first race. As you saw Lando get into the car for free practice, you could not help but blush, seeing the helmet on his head. It is a known fact that Lando had a habit of not washing his helmets after they had been used.

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lanabuckybarnes · 1 month

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Damn bear.

18+ Minors DNI

Sgt Barnes wins you a bear at a carnival. What he doesn’t expect nor like is when you give it more attention, Bucky shows you that he’s better than the bear.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Jealous Buck, Public Oral, Stuffed bear being abused at the end (you’ll see), filthy Bucky, if there are any more let me know

It had been a fantastic day, the sun shining high in the sky and laughter bubbling from you both. Now as the moon began to rise the carnival had a whole different atmosphere. The big wheel and the rides surrounding it had lit brightly at the first sight of darkness, the stalls had done the same.

It couldn’t have been more romantic if you tried. Bucky slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as he weaved through the crowds of people, eventually you two landed at the ball toss game.

“How much?” Bucky asked, glancing back at you with a confident grin.

“$1 for three shots sir” the older gentleman behind the counter spoke, reaching out his hand to let Bucky place a crumpled note in it.

Bucky threw the shots with ease, hitting every target bang on, much to the man’s dismay.

He’d let you pick your favourite bear, a blue one, one that matched the colours of his eyes. Grasping your hand he pulled you along beside him again, eventually finding a small space between the carnival rides.

He placed a kiss to your head, holding you close to him “you like it?” He asks, tapping the bears head with a long finger. You hummed in response with a nod, your eyes continuing to look over the bears features. Bucky pouted slightly, a slight twinge of something burning in his stomach.

He found it a little ridiculous that he was jealous of a bear but your eyes should’ve been on him, not an inferior stuffed toy. Suddenly he was intent on making you realise he was all you need.

His hand tilted your chin up to face him and he leaned in, sealing your lips in a passionate kiss that took you by surprise.

“Buck!” You squeaked once he let your mouth go, trailing his lips down your neck instead.

“Hmm” he hummed, sucking a small mark on your pulse point as his hands wandered places they shouldn’t have been “Need you”.

“Buck not here, people will notice” you gasped as his thumbs looped around the waistband of your panties, pulling them to your ankles.

“You better be quiet then” he chuckled with a wiggle of his brows; pecking your lips again before taking off his military hat and placing it on your head gently “keep that safe for me” he flashed you a lopsided grin and then he was on his knees.

He pushed your dress up to your waist and kissed up your thigh until he reached your mound. His eyes flickered up to yours as he watched you bite your lip in anticipation, watching him sneak closer to your warmth… then he moved, kissing down your other leg.

You tried your best to hold the whine from falling from your lips at his teasing, desperately trying to make it look like you weren’t craving this as much as he was but the way your hips jerked as he avoided your pussy, betrayed how you felt.

“Aww sweetness, look at you” his hands shifted your thighs apart slightly, eyes boring between them at the slick that had pooled and slipped from your folds “so fucking desperate” he growled planting one last kiss, right on your pubic bone before latching his mouth onto you like a starved man.

He worked fast, his tongue focusing on your little clit while a finger slipped between your folds, fucking you quickly. You moaned against the bears fluffy head, gripping it tightly against your mouth in a desperate attempt at muffling your moans.

Bucky groaned against you when his eyes looked up at you; the way your eyes watched him pleadingly, that fucking bear over your mouth, but what got him really riled was the way his cap hung loosely on your head. The thought of you wearing it around had him feral, the thought of other men trying to get a glimpse of you only to see his hat firmly planted on top of your head and your legs wobbling while you walked. He briefly considered walking around with your slick still glistening on his face, everyone would know he’d made you like that, so wobbly and unable to stand because of his mouth. He smiled against you as he pushed a second finger in, curling them against your sweet spot. That bear could never do that could he?

You eyes flickered over to the crowd of people just at the other end of the alley, they were getting closer and closer, you didn’t doubt if they weren’t so engrossed in one another and looked around they’d see your fucked out face as Bucky’s tongue delved deep into places it should only be in behind closed doors. A fresh flow of warmth ran down you at the thought of being caught, that knotting in your stomach that had been building up was gradually becoming too much.

“You close?” Bucky groaned against you, fingers now doubling their effort. You nodded wildly, his cap almost falling from your head but you caught it quickly, in the process of catching it you jerked forward and your clit graced against Bucky’s teeth. It was enough to send your orgasm crashing down hard.

One of your hands gripped at the stuffed bear while the other pushed Bucky closer towards you, riding your orgasm out on his face.

“You alright?” He asked once he stood up to full height again, his thumb running over your cheek softly, you could only nod and roll your head back against the metal of the ride behind you, your body still raking with aftershocks of your orgasm.

His smile was smug as his fingers wrapped around the bear he’d won for you, pulling it from your lips and kissing you softly, arousal swelled in his own belly when you moaned at the taste of yourself. What you hadn’t expected was him to trail the soft toy down to your heat and wipe it along your soaked folds, the cold plastic nose grazing your over sensitive nub causing you to jerk harshly.

“Fucking bear, he couldn’t eat you out like that could he?” Bucky smirked against your mouth, kissing you again before helping you pull up your panties.

With his hand interlocked with yours you left the alley, his hat still on your head and the hints of your juices against his lips. The bear, which you found out was the reason for him pulling such an orgasm from you, lay discarded in the alley. The only bear you’d ever need was Bucky.

This is… wow, even I’m impressed at just how devious this is.

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shuosen · 5 months

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afab! simon ‘ghost’ x top! amab! reader

cw: tall! reader, unmasked reader, cunnilingus, praise, degradation, hair pulling (r), overstim, slapping

ghost is a big man. he’s tall, extremely fit, has big hands, big pecs, a big ass- everything about him is just big, so you can imagine his surprise when he meets you, a new recruit- younger than him and leaner than him, but much taller.

After he met you, his fantasies didn’t stop. maybe he’s bigger than you, but you weren’t small yourself. He thinks you could easily manhandle him, use him to your liking, make him a whore, just for you. he found himself wanting more and more, until he finally decided that the lonesome stimulation on his pussy wasnt enough, and he wasn’t going to wait anymore.

he called you in, offered a drink, just to loosen you up, to assure you that you were in no kind of trouble. he urged you to sit on the couch, not the chair, and promptly sat beside you, slinging his arm behind you.

of course, he was straightforward. whats he got to be ashamed of, and what has he got to lose?

“say, C/N.. you into men?” he asked, crossing his legs and swirling the drink in his glass. You almost choked, but not out of surprise, out of laughter. you laughed unceremoniously, pushing your hair out of your face, and leaning to look at him.

“are you asking if i’m into men, or if i’m into you?”

“what does it matter?” He asked, setting his glass down next to him.

“If you’re asking if i’m into you,” you started, letting your eyes run down to his thighs, before looking back to his face with a raise of your eyebrows. “well, i might just expect something out of this visit.”

Ghost dropped on the bed, huffing out a desperate breath while pulling you towards him by his hands in your hair, the two of you sharing a sloppy kiss, as you blindly pulled at his belt, pants, and underwear. After getting them to his mid thigh, he pushed them off the rest of the way, pulling his mask further up, the heat of the room seeming to rush down on him as soon as your hands found purchase on his bare skin.

Your eyebrows raised in intrigue as you met with his bare pussy, but you didn’t dwell on it any further, opting to grab his hips, and pull him toward you, taking note on the breathy groan that followed, leaning down so you were face to face with his sloppy folds.

chuckling softly as you spread them apart, you commented on how wet he was, before licking a tentative stripe from his hole to his small cock, savoring the taste of his slick and listening to the soft moan he let out. You admired his glistening folds for a few moments more, almost teasing him as he grew impatient, before diving into his pussy, devouring him first thing.

Ghosts legs twitched and closed around your head, and your cock twitched in your pants. suckling on his cock, you held his hips down tightly as they tried bucking upwards, a loud ‘shit!’ being punched from him as you moved down slowly, eating his hole like a delicious meal.

You’d barely gotten started and his legs had already started quivering, so you took it upon yourself and inserted a finger, licking right above his hole as you did. another one slowly entered next to the first, pumping them in and out slowly, the movements of your tongue being complete opposite.

ghost writhed on the bed, his large hands gathering in your hair, his hips twitching shaking. “comin’! come-!” He cried out, biting onto his pale lips. You retracted your mouth, leaning up and moving your fingers, before thrusting them in and out at a fast pace. each thrust of your fingers punched a whine out of him, his back arching from the bed.

“go ahead,” you whispered, pressing down on his stomach to keep him flat, “cum.” he came with a muffled cry, his legs bending and closing around your arm.

“good boy,, did so good f’me, moanin’ like a whore before i even fucked you.”

his breaths were still heavy and stuttering, but he pulled your hair, making you fall towards him with a groan, catching yourself with your hands on either side of his chest, as he locked his legs around your hips.

“fuck me now, and i’ll moan s’m more.” he almost growled, making you grin while grabbing his wrist roughly, and pulling it out of your hair.

as soon as your cock slipped into his hole, he fell into a dazed state, his red, teeth marked lips falling open as he moaned out, his arms starting to fall off your shoulders. you flinched at the tightness of his hole, your hips stuttering before you bottomed out.

“shit- ghost, s’ fuckin’ tight.” you huffed, adjusting how you were kneeling, waiting for him to come back to himself.

“muh-move, damnit.” he coughed, latching his nails onto your back. you listened well, beginning to slide your cock out of him, watching as your tip caught on his hole, before slamming inside. the moan that escaped him was sinful, and you swear if you could, you’d get the sound tattooed.

“fuckk.” you mumbled with a grin, beginning to slam into him quickly, the sloppy nature of your thrusts being made up for in speed and strength. your hips seemed to fuck into him harsher than he could’ve ever imagined, and he thinks he’ll go brain dead anytime soon at this rate.

your cock brushes against his prostate, and his moans stutter. your thrusts slow down as you angle your hips, before you’re pistoning away directly into his prostate and he cant do anything but scream, his aching pussy twitching around your cock as he cums for the second time. you slap the side of his ass, evoking a loud cry from his throat, before doing it again.

“shit! shi- shit! s’ too much, fuck!” he cries, surprised at himself for being able to make a legible sentence, as his throat feels dry, while producing too much saliva at the same time, and his tongue feel tied. your cock hits his most sensitive spot each time, deeper than he can reach on his own and he swears he might actually go insane, his mind blank and reeling at the same time.

“you can take it- fuck.. you like this, don’t you? being treated like a cock slut.”

ghost whines at your words, his body bouncing with each of your thrusts, and he pushes his hands against the bed, trying to pull himself away from you for just a second- he just needs a break- but you just slam his hips back down on your cock, and he practically sobs.

“i asked you a question.” you huff, slapping his thick thigh.

“i- i like it! oh fuck!” he groans, his knuckles turning white, a contrast to his burning body as he clenches the bed sheets beside your knees, the solid grip on his thighs and hips leaving red marks.

“there we go.” you moan breathily, moving one of your hands to twirl the tip of his cock between your fingers.

“n-no! fuhCK! WAIT!” he moans, his words breaking off into a pornographic whine that sounds too feminine to have come from him. your hips never falter, even as he comes for the third time, his sloppy cunt squirting all on your lower stomach and the sheets. you laugh, slightly shocked as he soaks your abdomen, continuing to play with his dick.

“nuh-noo! cant! u-ughk!” ghost sobs loudly, his hips twitching and bucking, his hands moving to dig into your arm, thick legs shaking against you as he struggles between pulling you closer or pushing you away, wishing you’d at least slow down your unforgiving thrusts into his cunt.

“shh, shh baby, i’ve got you.” you mumble, pulling his head onto your chest, your hips slowing to slow grinds as his noises slow to hiccups and loud whines.

“thats it.. but you’ve still gotta make me cum.” you grin, pecking his lips and returning your thrusts to their previous pace and ghost squeals, his eyes rolling back as another orgasm is ripped from him.

he got what he wanted, but at what cost.

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sunsetsimon · 6 months

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boyfriend simon nsfw cont..

simon 'ghost' riley x reader nsfw

okay the first part did okay so here’s what i cut off :) enjoy - sun

nsfw under the cut! mdni

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☼ at first, simon honestly had zero sex drive. he’s been through so much trauma around it, so it rarely crosses his mind. but once you and him become sexually active, he’s ready to go all the time. almost like a horny teenager, every time you cuddle for a while you’ll feel his cock hardening and twitching in his pants before he pulls away, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable. he’ll need you to initiate at first, letting him know it’s okay and that you want him too.

☼ he thinks it’s so fun to tease you, dragging out the foreplay for ages until he decides to show mercy. he’ll kiss every inch of your body, caressing you with his rough hands, a hum escaping your lips. and when he finally feels ready to fuck you, he’ll drag it out even longer for his own torture, forcing you to wait with him. he pushes into you slowly, your pussy coating him easily, stretching more with each inch inserted.

he shivers, pushing deeper until his tip kisses your cervix, and then he stops… unmoving again as he leans down to kiss your neck and chest, ignoring the way you desperately try to move your hips on his for more friction. “si please.. ‘need you so bad,” you whine, shaking your hips to try and loosen his grip on your hips.

“shh.. just wanna feel you for a minute, lovie.”

☼ eating you out becomes a non-negotiable every time too. he won't fuck you until he's given you at least one orgasm with his tongue. simon loves when you ride his face. his arms will hook around your thighs, holding you against his mouth as he devours you completely, moaning at your taste. he loves when you get so desperate to finish, grinding your swollen clit down against his wet muscle, crying out as you finally cum. he doesn’t even notice his own hips bucking against nothing, so turned on by you that he can barely think straight. he laps up every drop from your little hole, pushing his tongue in to taste even more, as if he’d never get the chance again.

☼ sometimes he can get rough, loving to completely dominate you. his hands squeeze your hips hard, nails leaving red crescent indents in your soft skin. "fucking slut.. you're so tight," he hisses, dipping his head into your neck to bite the skin of your shoulder.

your thoughts are spiraling, unable to think straight with the pain and pleasure mixing. his name falls from your lips like a chant as you cum, leg muscles flexing so hard they almost cramp. simon fucks you expertly, desperate to reach his own release. your gummy walls squeeze around him, enveloping him in hot, wet pleasure. “gonna cum baby,” he breathes, milking his last thrusts to not finish inside, “where do you want me?”

☼ has a massive breeding kink after you let him cum inside. the first time is random, completely impulsive but you’re so wrapped up in pleasure that you just need this. “cum inside me… please, i need it,” you beg, dragging him out of his focus, his dark eyes staring down at you, your face shoved into the pillow, ass up in the air.

his huge hand makes impact with your fat ass cheek, slapping it hard before squeezing it, pulling it apart to watch his cock side in and out of your pussy. “fuckin’ you aint enough, huh? you just need me to fill you up? make you have my fuckin’ babies?” he asks roughly, spanking you again. he doesn’t even listen for your answer, completely pussydrunk and needing to fulfill your request.

simon moans your name, pulling you back against him as he releases, hot cum coating your insides in multiple spurts, his orgasm dragging. he holds you there, making you to soak up every drop he can give.

☼ can attempt to be submissive but fails every time because he gets so impatient he cant help but grab your hips and fuck your cunt hard and fast, easily working an orgasm out of you. he gets so needy, feeling so uncomfortable until he's back in your squishy pussy, filling you up with his seed over and over until you cum all around his cock. sometimes he feels a little guilty for not allowing you to have your moment, but he knows you love it anyways.

#i keep writing while laying in bed im sorry if its bad #its 11pm i had a bad day and i dont feel good so #.wbm #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #cod x reader #smut

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rocketrhap3000 · 8 months

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suffocate me with your love

summary: as requested by this anon, reader overhears bucky complaining about how clingy she is but doesn’t hear the full story, causing her to distance herself from him and unintentionally breaking both of their hearts

warnings: reader deals with some self loathing stemming from childhood fears, a few swears, this is pretty angsty but i promise there’s a happy ending

a/n: thank you for the request! as i said, this is such a personal topic for me and writing this was so healing to be honest. i hope it can bring some comfort for anyone else who’s been told they’re too clingy or attached. you are loved and you deserve love ��

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The little white cat on your lap lifts her head and stands up in alert when she hears the front door click open, signaling your boyfriend's arrival back to his apartment. Next, you hear Bucky’s footsteps tread softly over where you and Alpine have cozied up on the couch in the living room, and before you know it, he’s falling down beside you, careful not to crush the cat on the couch with you.

“Hey, Buck,” you giggle as he leans into you.

“Mm, hi,” he murmurs back. “Missed you today, Sweets,” Bucky breathes as he wraps his arms around you, holding you to him.

“Missed you, too,” you sigh back, loving how safe and secure you feel in his arms.

It’s been almost four months since Bucky officially asked you out. Before that, the two of you tiptoed around each other for nearly a year, starting when you first moved into the apartment next to his in the Tower, when you became a part of the science and research team with Banner. Bucky is the sweetest man you’ve ever met, and you have always felt safe around him and loved by him.

However, you have an underlying fear that you just can’t seem to shake, even though you’re extremely happy with Bucky. As a child, your family constantly told you how clingy and desperate for affection and attention you were. You couldn’t help it, though, no matter how many times they told you to stop being so attached. You just crave affection and closeness with those you love, and that includes Bucky, now. He’s never given you a hard time about it, though; in fact, he’s always reciprocated your touch and affection. He’s never once made you feel too clingy or attached, and you always feel loved and cared for by him.

“How were my two girls today?” he asks as he pulls away enough to just settle at your side instead, and you smile as you watch Alpine climbs right into his lap.

“Good,” you smile bashfully, resting your head on his flesh shoulder and leaning into him.

“Have you eaten dinner yet?” he asks, softly rubbing your arm with the hand that’s wrapped around you.

“No,” you murmur, trying to get as close to him as you possibly can. “Was waiting for you. What are you hungry for?”

“Anything you want, Sweets,” he smiles and kisses your temple.

This right here? Absolute bliss.

~♡~

Later in the week, you go to visit Bucky and Sam after their training session with some new recruits. He’d told you they’d be done around noon, and he offered to take you to lunch afterwards. Going out with Bucky always filled you with such unbridled joy, one like none other. Something about being with him just made you so giddy, like a little girl with a school crush.

You smile to yourself as you hear Bucky’s familiar chuckle voice off the halls as you make your way to find him. But when you pick up the conversation between him and Sam, your stomach starts to churn.

“God, I need a break from her,” you hear your boyfriend’s voice come from the kitchen, immediately grabbing your attention.

Who is “her”?

“Don’t even get me started,” you hear Sam scoff his reply. “I saw her practically up your shirt the other day and I felt the urge to swoop in and save you.”

Your brain automatically goes to the worst case scenario. Sam had walked in on you and Bucky cuddling in the common room watching a movie the other day. Is that what he’s talking about?

“Why didn’t you?” Bucky playfully yells. “Man, I thought she’d get the hint by now. She literally won’t leave me alone. It’s like she’s a leech or something.”

Your heart begins to race and tears begin to burn at the back of your eyes. He has to be talking about you, surely. You know you’re so clingy; he’s just been hiding how annoyed he’s been by you, just to save your feelings.

“Have you told her?” Sam asks.

“No,” Bucky sighs.

“Why the hell not?” Sam laughs.

“I don’t want to be an asshole, you know? She’s annoying, but I still don’t want to hurt her feelings,” Bucky explains.

“It’s not being an asshole to tell her you need your space, man,” you hear Sam reply.

“I do need my space. And especially from her. She’s suffocating—” you hear him say, and it’s the last thing you hear before your throat closes up, your ears start to ring, and your eyes blur with tears as you run down the hall back to your apartment.

Time seems to freeze as you make your way to your place, shutting and locking the door as tears stream down your cheeks.

Your biggest fear has come to pass.

Your wonderful boyfriend, someone you love more than anyone in the world, thinks you’re too clingy, just as your family had said all along.

You’re annoying.

You’re suffocating.

This is your worst nightmare.

What you don’t realize, however, is that Bucky wasn’t finished. And after you’ve run off in silent tears, he clarifies what you should have stuck around to hear.

“Especially since I have a girlfriend! I get that I’m assigned to train her, but Alexis needs to know I’m uncomfortable with how touchy she is both inside and outside of training. Plus, she knows I’m dating (Y/n),” Bucky reasons.

“The whole team knows, Buck. You guys look like lovesick puppies whenever you’re together and you can’t keep your hands off each other,” Sam laughs.

“Then why can’t Alexis take a fucking hint?” Bucky cries out with a laugh.

“Have you talked to Nat or anyone else about it? I’m sure they’d talk with her. I know I will if you want me to. We could even switch her with someone else so you won’t have to work with her anymore,” Sam offers.

“That would be great, honestly, man. I’d be in deep shit with (Y/n) if she saw the way Alexis gets with me. And my girl is the last person I want to hurt. I love her, Sam,” Bucky admits.

“Whoa,” Sam smiles. “You guys have only been together for a little while. You already sure about that?”

“When you know, you know,” Bucky shrugs. “She’s the love of my life. I think about her every moment. I never wanna be apart from her.”

If only you would have heard all that.

~♡~

Weeks pass and you grow increasingly distant from Bucky by the day.

You no longer stop over at his apartment to wait with Alpine for him to get back from trainings. You spend more time in the lab with Banner, and when Bucky asks if you need some time off, you politely decline. You no longer go to bed with him for sleepy snuggles; instead, you retreat back to your apartment after the few minutes of time you have together in the evenings.

You dodge his kisses and pull away from his hugs. You don’t cuddle up to him on the few evenings you do spend with him, and you don’t initiate any touch with him whatsoever.

It’s so hard not to give into his touches and kisses, but it’s genuinely what you think Bucky wants. For that reason, you don’t see just how hurt he’s been by the absence of your affection.

~♡~

“So, how are things with you and the lady lately?” Sam asks, nudging Bucky’s shoulder with his own as the two men sit at the counter of the bar together.

“Really?” Bucky scoffs after swallowing his sip of beer.

“Yes, really,” Sam replies with a chuckle of his own. “If I don’t ask, you won’t tell me anythin’. I gotta know what’s going on in your life, man.”

“Okay,” Bucky chuckles again, then lets out a sigh. “I don’t know. Like I’ve told you before. I love her. I think she’s incredible. But if I’m being honest, recently I get the feeling she’s not really into me anymore.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asks, taking a swig of his drink. “She looked pretty comfy cozy in your lap at last month’s meeting," he teases.

“Well without giving up too many details…” Bucky rolls his eyes and winces as he struggles to word it tactfully, knowing just how embarrassed you would feel if you found out Bucky was telling Sam these details of your relationship. “She used just to be a lot more affectionate.”

“She always has been,” Sam agrees. “She’s such a sweet person.”

“I know. But she’s completely stopped. And without any apparent reason, too. Can’t remember the last time she even kissed me. I just… I don’t get it, Sam. What am I doing wrong?”

“Dude, I don’t know her like you do. But maybe just lay off for a little bit? Maybe it will prompt her to start things on her own if she wants them again.”

“Yeah,” Bucky nods slowly, thinking of just how difficult it will be if he decides to withhold his affection from you for a while if you don’t explicitly ask for it. “Yeah, that seems like it could work.”

But even though Bucky has accepted his advice, Sam notices as his friend’s demeanor changes. His already small smile starts to fade as the thought of you sitting at home alone while he’s out with a buddy crosses his mind, and something just tells him you’re not okay.

“Alright, Buck,” Sam sighs, waving down the bartender with one hand hand placing the other on his friend’s shoulder. “I can practically smell the smoke comin’ from your cyborg brain right now. Go,” he then nods his head at Bucky.

“But-”

“Go,” Sam insists with a smile. “Drinks are on me. I know you’re overthinking about your girl right now. Get home before your brain combusts.”

Bucky scoffs, amused at how well Sam knows him and thankful for the advice. He only hopes it will work, and that whatever tension there is between you two can be resolved.

He can’t stand not cuddling and kissing you like he used to.

~♡~

A knock comes at your front door just around eight, after you’ve already showered and changed into your pyjamas - ironically, it’s your boyfriend’s blue henley and a pair of his baggy grey sweats. You’d known Bucky was going out with Sam, so you expected to be alone for the rest of the night.

Toeing over the smooth panels of the wooden floor in your fuzzy socks, you leave your bedroom and head for the main door, nervous as to who may be there.

But an involuntary smile graces your lips when you open the door to your boyfriend, standing in the hallway with a beautiful bouquet of white roses in his hand and a box of your favorite chocolates in the other.

“Bucky,” you breathe, and even with things in his hands, he wraps his arms around your torso and brings you in for a delicate kiss.

“Hi, Sweets,” he greets after breaking away.

“What— uh, what are you doing here?” you stammer, suddenly becoming aware of how tightly you’re clinging to him and pulling back to put space between the two of you. “Thought you were out with Sam,” you say softly, stepping backwards to let him into your apartment, then turning around to head over to the living room.

“I… Well, I’d rather be with you,” he says, following after you. After a few steps, he catches up to you, and hands you the flowers and chocolates.

“What are these for?” you ask, accepting the gifts and admiring the roses with a small smile.

“Don’t need a reason to get my girl some flowers that are almost as pretty as her,” Bucky says, and you’d be swooning if you still weren’t so nervous about coming off as clingy.

Stepping over into the kitchen, you set the chocolate on the counter, then grab an empty vase to fill with water to place the flowers in. Bucky stands near you, watching as you fulfill the task, then setting the vase on your kitchen table, where all of Bucky’s flowers for you have gone.

Next, he grabs your hand as you bush past him to go back to the living room.

“Are you here to spend the night? Where’s Alpine?” you ask, dropping his hand as you sit down on the couch.

Bucky’s heart sinks and his smile falls. He thought you’d appreciate the little surprise, but now he’s convinced you’re just not into him anymore.

“I stopped to check on her right before coming to you. She’s good for the night if you want me to stay. Otherwise I— I can go back,” he says, hesitantly sitting down on the couch beside you.

“No, that’s okay,” you nod, relieved to hear that he’s here because he wants to be, and not because you’ve forced him to.

Silence falls over the room like a heavy, uncomfortable blanket. You’ve never felt this way being alone with Bucky before. You hate it. You want to snuggle up with him and have him hold you tight.

But you know that would be too annoying.

Too suffocating.

Those words echo in your head over and over again, until Bucky breaks the silence, pulling you from the spiral of your thoughts.

“Sweetheart,” Bucky mutters, reaching out to grab your hand. “Are you okay?”

“Mhm,” you smile and nod, pulling your hand from his, then scootch just a tad away from him.

“You’re just… You don’t seem like yourself lately. I’m worried, Sweets.”

“I’m fine, Buck,” you assure him, though he isn’t convinced.

“Okay,” he pauses generously before speaking up again. “Are we… okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod again, but Bucky finally builds up the courage to ask you directly what he wants.

“You’ve just been really distant lately. No more cuddles, hugs, kisses… no more movie nights or making dinner together. I’ve barely seen you this week, and I know you’re busy with Banner, but I miss you. I just… Are you… do you want to break up with me?” he asks, and your heart shatters into a million pieces.

“No, James,” you coo, finally reaching out to grab his hand again. “Not at all, Honey.”

“Then why haven’t you been as affectionate as you used to be?” he asks, voice shaking with nerves and heartbreak.

Another wave of silence washes over the room as you debate whether or not you’ll tell him the truth. You know you should, and against all the fear you’re feeling right now, you know it’s worth it to save your relationship with the sweetest man on the planet.

“I heard you talking to Sam, Bucky,” you say softly, removing your hand from his and casting your gaze to your lap.

“What, Sweets?” he asks with a small frown.

“I heard you talking… about me.”

Bucky doesn’t understand. When are you talking about? Did he accidentally butt dial you when he was with Sam tonight? Fuck technology, he thinks. What has he done?

“Tonight?” he asks nervously, but you shake your head. “Sweetheart, I’m lost. When are you talking about?” he asks, and you begin to dread having to explain to him what you overheard.

“In the kitchen. A few weeks ago. You said you needed a break,” you state, blinking to get rid of the tears that are blurring your eyes but instead one escapes, and rolls down your cheek, making your heartbreak evident to your boyfriend. “I heard you say I was too clingy. Annoying. Suffocating,” you wince as you speak the words that have been daggers in your heart since the moment you’d heard them.

Bucky’s jaw falls open and his face goes white as he watches you break down into sobs.

“Oh, (Y/n),” he sighs and shakes his head. “Oh my god. No no no,” he gathers you in his arms and kisses your head and cheeks and all over face.

“I never meant to be so clingy, Bucky. I’m sorry. They always told me I was too attached. I didn’t mean to bother you. I’m so sorry,” you sob into his chest.

“Sweetheart, no no no!” he quietly exclaims, pulling away from you and grabbing a tissue from the box in your coffee table to dry your stray tears. “I wasn’t talking about you!”

“You… you weren’t?” you ask shakily.

“No, sweet girl,” he assures you. “You could never be too clingy or too attached or too much anything. You’re perfect. I love your hugs and your cuddles and your kisses. I crave your cuddles when I’m gone away on missions. I wish I could bottle up your kisses and keep them in my pocket for whenever I need one. I love you, (Y/n),” he confesses, and your stomach floods with butterflies instead of sadness.

“I love you, too, Bucky,” you admit with a giggle through your tears, relief washing over you like a massive tidal wave.

“I’m so sorry you overheard that, and I’m so sorry you’ve been feeling that way for all these weeks,” he wraps his arms around you again, squeezing you tightly to him.

“It’s okay. I know I should have asked you sooner. I guess I just assumed the worst and I immediately shut down. I wanted to give you the space I thought you needed from me,” you whisper into the crook of his neck.

“I don’t need any space from you, Sweets,” he replies softly. “And I was most certainly not talking about you,” he reassures, then pulling away from you just enough to hold your eye contact.

“Who was it, then?” you ask hesitantly, though you know it’s not you.

“Alexis. That new recruit,” he begins, rolling his eyes, and you laugh at how annoyed he looks. “I was assigned to train her, but she’s got this weird thing for me. She gets way too close and touchy in training and continues with it even after training. I’ve asked her to stop, but she just hasn’t listened. I had to tell Sam about it; it was just getting too far,” he shakes his head.

“Oh, wow,” you frown, now feeling bad for Bucky as he’s had to deal with such unwanted contact with this recruit. “I’m sorry, Buck.”

“It’s not your fault, sweet girl,” he assures, leaning in to kiss you gently. “I just had to let Sam know. He’s gonna switch her out for someone else for me to train. Maybe even talk to Nat or someone who’s in charge of recruitment if it continues.”

“Good,” you nod and smile, eyes going wide in relief.

“Yeah,” Bucky also chuckles in relief. “I’m so glad we cleared this up."

"Me, too," you tell him. "I'm sorry for not telling you how I was feeling earlier. I feel like it would have avoided all of this."

"Probably," he laughs softly. "But I can't blame you for doing what you did. I can't imagine how you were feeling after hearing all that. I honestly didn't know what to do with myself when you started avoiding me, Sweets."

"Bucky, I'm so sorry," you give him a sad smile.

"No, I get it," he shakes his head and smiles, pulling you in closer, so much so that you're practically in his lap. "Now we just have a few weeks of cuddles to make up for, don't we?"

"Yes," you giggle as he feathers kisses to your neck and shoulders. "That we do."

"I love you so much, Sweetheart," he then whispers against your lips.

"I love you, too."

~♡~

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osachiyo · 6 months

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"Mark me. Mark me so everyone knows who I belong to." | gojo satoru

⊹ pairing. . . gojo x fem!reader

⊹ cw. . . nsfw content (mdni), jealousy, biting, marking, face-slapping, hair pulling, oral (m receiving), light masochism, dom!reader, 1.5k words etc

not proofread so don’t come at me if there’s errors and I hope u enjoy !

⊹ event details & m.list

"woa− baby, feelin' feisty, are we?" satoru laughed as you shoved him against the wall as soon as you entered your apartment. "what was that? she was clearly flirting with you, 'toru!" you grit your teeth, trapping him further as you pressed yourself against him. now, he could easily get out of your hold and pin you around instead but− he wanted to see what you'd do− how far you'd go.

"ooh your muscles are s'big, mister!" you mocked in an obnoxious tone, rolling your eyes at the memory of the annoying lady who was very obviously feeling your husband up at the store. satoru only snickered, about to wrap an arm around your waist when you slapped it away− pinning it against the wall next to him. "no. you can't touch me," you scoffed, smirking at the way his face fell. "but babyyyy− what'd i do, huuh?" he whined, gasping when you unbuckle his belt and let his pants fall down his muscular legs. you quickly grabbed the belt and started to tie his wrists together− now, he could easily break out of your pathetic attempt at keeping him still− but even he couldn't deny how his cock strained against his underwear at the fiery look in your eyes. you looked like you wanted to ruin him and god did it make him stifle a groan.

it felt like hours since you've been edging him now− to him at least. you two had moved to the bed, with him being tied to the bedpost— you had all the power. his cock was throbbing in need, precum melting on your tongue as you suckle on it before taking him fully in your mouth− a nasty mixture of your saliva and his pre dripping down your chin and hands in stringy webs and it was fuckin' filthy. but god did it make his thighs clench when you looked up at him with those pretty eyes of yours− smirking devilishly before spitting on his cock and running your tongue up and down his slit. your hands were massaging his balls− which were swollen and tight from the need to just fucking cum. but you wouldn't dare not having some fun before actually letting him cum. he was drooling at his point, hips bucking up to meet your welcoming mouth as his eyes shut closed. fuck, this was absolute torture but why was he enjoying this so much? the way your pretty nails raked down his strong thighs to the way your gentle lips swallowed his cock− staining the sensitive flesh with your lipstick.

"god, satoru. you look like a mess already," you giggled, kissing the tip of his cock affectionately before taking him in your mouth again. he laughed− the sound breaking into a garbled moan as you dip your head further down to lick at his balls. as much as you liked satoru like this− at your mercy while you gave him the best head of his life− you couldn't deny the ache between your own legs, now getting too much for you to bear.

satoru groaned as you finally got your mouth off his cock− which was still throbbing with the need to cum. he watched as you sat across from him, legs spread and putting your soaked pussy on full view for him. and he felt borderline feral as you dipped a finger inside your folds before pulling them out− showing your boyfriend the sticky substance left on your digits. "mm, look at how wet you've made me 'toru," you slurred, needy eyes peering up at him as your glossy lips curved up. he only have a strained smirk in return, the sweat dripping down his body making him look almost ethereal. "shiit− baby, you're fuckin' soaked f'me, eh?" he gloated, piercing blue eyes holding nothing but mischief as he eyed your form. "why don't'cha lemme eat that sweet pussy of yours, hm? clean up the mess between your thighs?" satoru could almost feel his cock throb at the mere thought of tasting your cunt− licking his soft lips as if that would make you give in.

you only grinned in response, fingers circling that pretty little clit as you pretended to think about his offer. "hmm, don't know 'toru.." you hummed, tapping the pads of your fingers on your clit one, two, three times before crawling to your boyfriend. "want a taste, pretty boy?" holding your fingers up to his mouth, you giggled as he stuck his tongue out− lips twitching upwards to reveal a wolfish grin. he hummed when you finally stuck your fingers in his mouth− his eyes closing from the taste of your sweet cunt melting on his tongue. "can't get enough of that pretty pussy, sweet girl," he groaned, cock twitching from your taste. "though," he continued, pretty eyes staring up at your own, "you're anything but sweet right now, baby."

satoru was fighting the unbelievable urge to just snap out of his restraints− drool gathering in his mouth as his jaw clenched. you were straddling him now, circling the tip of his aching cock against your slit, coating him in your essence. "wanna go inside, baby? wanna feel this pussy 'round you?" you snickered− fingers tangling themselves in his hair before tugging hard. he moaned at the pain, hips bucking up to almost slip inside of you but alas, he failed. it was a pathetic sight, really− the gojo satoru underneath you, at your mercy.

once you finally, finally sunk down on his awaiting cunt, pussy engulfing him so fucking nicely he could practically see stars− and you barely even started. satoru's head would've been rolling back if it weren't for the tight grip you had on his snowy hair− lips parting in a silent moan as you started to bounce on his dick. his crystalline eyes travelled between your own to your bouncing breasts− fuck, did you look beautiful.

your hands moved from his hair to his muscular back and shoulders− nails digging into the smooth flesh as you bit down on his neck, making him suck in a breath, the pain felt so fucking good. holy shit, did you turn him into a fucking masochist?

all thoughts left his head when you clamped down on him, pussy sucking him in so damn greedily as you moaned his name. one of your hands flew from his back to cup and play with your breasts− eyes shutting closed as you bite on your bottom lip. you looked like a goddess to him right now− jumping on dick never looked so graceful, but you somehow managed to leave him stunned every time.

and in the heat of the moment, he thrusted up into you without thinking— making you gasp and moan loudly as your hips come to a halt. satoru only let out a frustrated groan at this, grumbling for you to keep going and— ‘slap!’ his eyes widened upon feeling a hot sting on the right cheek.

did you just fucking slap him?

“you forgetting who’s in charge here, satoru?” you spit, hooking your fingers under his jaw. “sorry, fuck— sorry, baby” he moaned,nails digging into the palms of his hands as you grind your hips.

“yeah? why don’t I mark you as mine, huh?” you groaned, lashes fluttering as you felt him twitch inside you.

“fuuck! yeah— yes, shit— please,” he felt himself drooling as you raked your nails down even deeper on his back— a little further and you’d draw blood, he thinks. “oh fuck yeah— mark me, mark me so everyone knows who the fuck I belong to!—“

you resumed your bouncing, ass slapping against his pelvis as you whimpered. your thighs were starting to hurt— you knew you couldn’t last much longer and you had to make him cum. now.

and as if right on cue— “shitshitshit—!!” satoru’s head fell back against the bed frame, cursing loudly as you still your movements, feeling his warm release filling you up.

panting, you slowly got up from his lap, hearing satoru hiss at the loss of warmth. “god, satoru. didn’t know you could be such a submissive lit—!” your eyes widened at the sound of leather ripping, whipping your head around to see your boyfriend rolling his shoulders.

he smirked at you, eyes turning from a crystal blue to a much darker colour. “you had your fun baby, and I must admit, you did better than I thought you would,” he started walking towards you with confident steps as if he didn’t get ridden to oblivion just a few minutes ago.

the next thing you knew, he had you pinned against the bed this time— thick fingers dipping between your legs to prod at your soaked cunt. “and I can’t have my girl not having the same amount of pleasure I had,” he continued, snickering at the lewd squelching sounds coming from between your legs. “toru, it’s fine I—“ “nuh-uh, sweetheart. you’ve played your game, and now it’s my turn.”

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loaksbitch · 1 year

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neteyam sully going all gentle and sweet when he fucks you until you try to run away from the pleasure he is giving you and he snaps? omg please — no but like i want this blue man so bad and i know you do too. 🧎🏽‍♀️

warnings – agedup!neteyam, p in v, inexperienced reader, brief clit stimulation, p penetration, soft sex but turns to slightly rough, edging-ish? idk, size kink, multiple orgasms, pussy tapping, neteyam is the man we all want, overstimulation, light grinding… that’s it i hope i didn’t miss non ; wc 2.2k!

neteyam would look at you with pure love and care only, wanting to pleasure you and make you see stars. he does not miss how your chest heave up when he lightly touches your soaked slit, eyes glancing down to your folds then up to your barely open eyes.

“feels good, princess?” you only mewl, he hasn't started yet but you’re falling apart. neteyam lets a soft groan out when you whimper, his middle finger applying pressure on your throbbing nub, flicking it side to side

such a pleasing sight.

the man on top of you was quick to hold on your thigh, pushing it wider and glaring at you when you try to buck your hips away from him. “sweet girl.” he warns, now two fingers stroking your slit, you arch your back, your clit rolling between the gap his finger had.

“‘teyam.” you whisper, hands sought between your legs and wrapping against his wrist. you just shake your head when you feel something coming back and forth. your legs shaking cause your mate to chuckle.

“i haven’t touched you yet, you're quivering, princess.”

his tone makes it harder, latching to his wrist and closing your thighs against his arm. “it hurts, i feel like pe–”. “you are about to cum.” he cuts you off.

your eyes shut tightly, legs shaking uncontrollably and chest heaving up and down crazily. “neteyam!” you whine when he suddenly stops. pulling back his fingers, he finds your silly face cute when it twists as he licks in his finger, taking all your wetness.

once done with his fingers, neteyam slowly brings his hand to your body, running them on your curves, squeezing on every part of your plushy meat. he hums when he touches your breast, so perfect and swelled that it fits so much in his hand.

“please?” your voice is soft when you speak, eyes watching how your mate raises a brow. “please what?” he says and you gulp, your throat starting to dry out. “more, nete’ i want more.”

neteyam leans to kiss the side of your mouth and removes his hand from you, you shriek when he holds you by the curve of your waist and raises you slightly up to the hammock.

your back settles on the cold mattress, whining as you miss his touch on your burning skin.

he starts from your breastbone, trailing wet kisses down to your stomach, his hands squeeze on yout breast causing you to watch your back and press to him more. he watches your reaction, fuck you’re so hot.

you really wanted to open your eyes and watch what he was doing to you but you can’t, but when his lips on your skin are foaming your brain. neteyam literally has your mind spinning.

you didn’t notice how he was facing your leaking pussy until he was throwing your thighs over your shoulder. neteyam grips on your flesh snd phlld you close to his face, his hot breath fanning over your clit.

shocked, you look down at him and watch how his amber eyes are telling you to trust him. of course you simply do trust him. your eyes slightly widen when he takes out his pink bold and gives your pussy a bold lick.

your head falls to the soft pillow, jaw dropping but no sound leaving you. your one hand fists on the sheets while the other finds its way to his hair.

“oh” you choke giving him a boost to confidently lap on your slick and fuck his tongue in you.

neteyam wraps his lips around your clit, eyes shut and starts to suck on the nub instantly making you lose it and moan loudly. neteyam doesn’t give a fuck, this was your honeymoon and he was going to make sure the whole town knew you are his and he was the reason to this sound.

or maybe the na’vi’s could rub or jerk off their frustration to your sound. who knows, right?

he doesn’t mind, literally letting you put all your pent up emotions and feelings on his hair, pulling on him when he eats you out. he feels so fucking lucky.

you kept getting wetter in his tongue, your orgasm just leaking out of you. neteyam keeps licking you clean like a thirsty man he was, taking all the sweetness from what you give him. “mh-mh.” his voice vibrates on your pussy and you cry out.

neteyam won’t lie when he says that was unexpected but the way you came undone was so attractive. your half body rising up from the bed and brows knit when your cum oozes out your cunt. fuck. fuck. fuck.

neteyam gives your clit kitten licks, stimulating your nub and grazing his teeth on it.

“‘teyam,” your voice is so desperate, you know what’s about to come. you and neteyam are gonna be one soul now, he was going to fuck you, mark you as his when he slides in you, and you invite him.

your chest rises and falls when he comes to your view. neteyam was soaked with your slick nectar from his nose down to his chin, and slightly few rolls on his neck. “see what you did, hm?” you look away, feeling like it’s forbidden to see.

“no,” he hovers over you, hand gripping on your jaw and making you face him. “look at the art you created, pretty girl.” you hesitate but give in, taking his appearance and the mess you caused.

“i’m gonna fuck you now yeah?” your ears fold against your hair, tail twitching with excitement. neteyam catches up with the move and grins. “gonna make you feel good.”

you bite on your lips, stopping the moan that begged to be freed.

neteyam presses a soft and gentle kiss on your lips, not sure what to expect. you decide to kiss him back and close your eyes to the feeling. his large hands were roaming on your body, memorizing your details.

what you don’t notice was how the other hand was stroking himself, getting himself ready to fill you up. neteyam pats on your thigh and pulls your left leg to his back, wrapping it against his waist while your other leg rests on the mattress.

your eyes shoot open when you feel him slide to your tight cunt, stretching you more than before when he did with his fingers. your eyes tear up and you whine to the kiss but neteyam only kisses you harder, as if it would distract you from the aching and hurting pain down there.

he was big, no, neteyam was huge. his tip was the only part that slid in yet you feel so full.

neteyam was large, full and firm in you when he enters you, his breath fanning over your lips. he tries to control his breathing, pupils blown wide. he loves how you cling to him, helping you with holding you close when he fucks you more and more deep.

“are you okay?” he asks looking down at you and breathless you give him a nod, placing your hand on the back of his neck. neteyam uses his hand and brings it to your chest, placing it between your breast and kissing your forehead.

“you’re doing good, try to breathe normally.” you didn’t notice that you’re heaving so up until he pointed it out.

neteyam takes your lips again and feels your muscle relax helping him sink into you until he bottoms out. the way your pelvis, the part below your navel pokes out with the shape of his dick and neteyam moans audibly.

you feel him place a soft kiss on your cheek, then your eyes, then your temple. neteyam was fighting and restraining himself from fucking you senseless and it was visible from the veins in his neck and arms.

you clench on him and his breathing ragged, shaking his head and whispering a silent, “don’t do that yet.” before opening his eyes and looking at you like you’re the only person he has.

“am i hurting you?” he asks and your breath hitches, tears in your eyes when you shake your head.

you just wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him to you. “please neteyam.” you beg, he knows what you want, neteyam was just trying not to hurt you because this must be a special moment, for both of you and not painful.

neteyam only nods, strong arms trapping your head between them before he snaps his hips to you. you can’t help but moan, stomach fluttering with no pain found anywhere and pleasure striking.

his tip kisses the opening of your cervix and your body jolts up with every hard thrust he delivers.

over and over and over again you say his name, him only kissing your sweat beading skin and smiling at your state. his amber eyes look down at you, fascinated by your expression and body languages.

he was definitely not hurting you.

neteyam groans, one hand sneaking behind your knee and holding onto it before pinning it to the mattress. the change of position helps him stroke deeply and he watches his slippery cock leave your cunt only to push back in.

neteyam keeps you close, watching your face attentively if any pain occurs but it doesn’t seem like that, not when your eyes are rolled to the back of your head.

“baby.” he chokes and your legs tremble. still pinning your leg on its place, neteyam leans back to sit on the bed while still plunged to you. his arm holding him up leaves the side of your head and his hands wander to your body.

as if he was trying to claim a territory that has been granted to him.

neteyam hums, watching how you squirm under him when he finds his way to your clit. “wait net—oh great mother!” you shriek when he lightly taps on your pussy. trying to jump away from him but it only pisses him off.

“fucking running away?” his voice erupts goosebumps on your skin. “don’t. even. think. about. it.” with every word, the way he taps on your pussy gets violent and hard.

you don’t say anything, trying to turn side ways so you will escape his torture. “fuck no you don’t, princess.” the arm that was holding on your leg grips your hips and pins you flush against the sheets.

he whimpers when your kissy tightens on his dick, going flush on you and thrusting all the way to your gut. “take it, take me baby.” you cry, teeth trapped between your teeth. “there we go baby, squeeze me like that, such a good girl.” he lowly barks at you.

neteyam was stil holding your hips, accelerating his thrusts and pushing into you so deep.

“nete, i want to cum.” you spit, taking the man on top of you by surprise for your bold words. “yeah, you want it?” you were quick to nod. your body tingles from the orgasm you just had when he fucked you with his tongue yet you need more.

“then do it, do it now baby.” the hammock that’s to move, his rough thrust knocking it. “for me?” you nod, licking your dry lips. “for you!” you mewl, your voice going high at the last part.

you gush at him, leaking on his cock and milking him so good. “oh fuuuuck, oh fuck.” neteyam hisses, not too far from his own finishing line. it felt so good he wanted to be with you forever.

your legs are uncontrollably shaking, pain starting to hint on your body. the stimulation is being too much and neteyam isn’t cumming. “too much?” he says, thumb meeting your clit snd loving how you shake your head at the pleasure.

he likes to torture you. “i’m alm…” he stops, gritting his teeth when his balls tighten. “i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna— princess.” neteyam leans to you quick, wanting to be in your arms, to be held by you.

you wrap your arms on your head, much bigger than yours. you hold him tight just like he did minutes before, whispering to him to let go and give you every drop of him.

he whines to your chest when he cums, ropes of white strings webbing your cunt. you moan at the warm and heavy feeling inside you. you wait from him, neteyam only stays laying on your breast when he takes breath and calms himself.

you feel him kiss your breast valley before holding himself up. “i love you, i love you so much.” you smile, not caring that your cheeks are heating up when you suddenly feel shy and bare in front of him. “i love you too. this was amazing.”

you both giggle, neteyam pressing his forehead against you and silently thanking eywa for giving him you

no because i wrote this after i had a panic attack when my online bsf asked me out, i still didn’t reply to him and i need your help guys :’)

likes + reblogs super appreciated — i love each and everyone of you sm! ** mwah

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Thinking of overstimulating nerd!miguel to the point of tears and squirting (people w penises squirt too if the tip is stimulated enough!)

read this ask and immediately took it too far i’m depraved,,, miguel gets pegged and squirts 😔

cw: gn!reader, you can either have on a strap or have a real pp 🕺🏽, pegging, d/s dynamics, spit, anal fingering, unprotected anal sex (use protection!!!), prone bone, bad ending i didn’t know how to finish this off LMFAO, erm idk at this point 😔 not proofread you guys know the deal. enjoy!

you were sitting on the couch in your dorm (what your mothers money could buy, you were some days grateful for), back against the arm, scrolling aimlessly on your laptop. next to you say miguel, your feet in his lap as he massaged them gently. he was engrossed in whatever science fiction movie was playing on your flatscreen tv. ex-machina you want to say? the two of you sat like this for a while, but knowing miguel, you’re not surprised when you feel something stiff brush against your feet in his lap.

your eyes flit over your laptop to miguel’s face. even with only partial view of his face, you can see the light tint of red upon his cheeks, and you can’t help but smile a bit. “hey,” you call out, lowering your laptop screen and placing it on the floor to fully look at his side profile. he responds with an inquisitive hum, still focused on the movie.

“i can feel your dick stabbing my feet, you freak,” you laugh out, crossing your arms under your chest. miguel turns to look at you and starts sputtering an apology, but you’re swinging your feet off of his lap to stand, placing yourself within his lap. your hand comes up to his face, your four fingers and thumb on either side squishing his cheeks mid sentence.

“who said i didn’t like it?” you say, looking at him in his deep eyes. you can’t help but be honest when caught in the crossfire of his gaze. you let go of his cheeks, your arms wrapping around his neck and your face burried within the book between his face and your arm. your lips are right next his ear, and with a smile you lick up the shell of it, earning a soft “f-fuck” and a buck of miguel’s hips up into yours. you let out a giggle and move your head to face him again, arms still around his strong neck. his hands move from their grip on their couch to your hips. much better, you think.

for a moment, you look at him, and he looks at you. miguel, miguel, miguel. he’s all encompassing. no matter how much control you feel you yield over him, you find yourself weak to him. submissive in your own right to him, and it tears you apart inside. you blink back your thoughts, and succumb to the pull you feel towards him in the moment. i really want to kiss you, you think. and you do, you kiss him soft, lips touching ever so lightly you feel as if you’ll pass out if you take anymore from him, if he gives anymore to you. and the kiss is soft for a while, your hands coming to cusp his face in your embrace. his hands rub soft circles within your hips. you pull apart, and you feel overwhelmed at the sight of him. abashed and turned on, the two of you are. looking at him in this moment is like looking in a mirror, you feel to intense want wafting off him.

“wanna try somethin’ with you,” you state, still sat atop him, letting yourself fall into the brown pools of color in his eyes. “yeah?” he nods, and his fingers rub up and down your sides slowly, an act you’re sure is one he’s doing absent mindedly but you can’t help but feel the heat trickle into your abdomen at the sensation.

“wanna fuck your ass,” you say, watching his face. a look of surprise takes over, and you see him silently contemplating what to answer you with. you look at him, silently trying to say it’s okay to say no, without wanting to crawl out of your skin if embarrassed for feeling so scared to ask the question in the first place. after a moments silence, he answers. “okay.” steady, sure.

you feel like the pressure crushing your chest has lifted, the tension dissolving into an impatient arousal. you kiss him once more, chaste, and get off of his lap to strip, and you command him the same. once both naked, you grab his hand and walk to your bed, ditching the uncomfortable couch you were laying on. “lay down f’me,” you say, pushing miguel down to the bed by his chest. and ever so obediently, he does as you say. and you can’t help but feel proud, smug even. he does what only you say, nobody else.

you look upon his naked body, taking a moment to admire him brazen muscle and braun, his trail of black hair starting at his lower abdomen, trailing to the base of his thick cock. you feel a tightness squeeze within you looking at his dick, mouthwateringly beautiful and thick. you crawl onto the bed stomach down, and position your head between his thighs. “knees up,” you tell him, kissing his inner thigh. he does as you tell him, a small sigh leaving him. “so pretty down here, aren’t you?” you say, grabbing his dick with your left hand. wordlessly, you take it slow, licking small stripes along the shaft of him, thumb rubbing circles around his tip tenderly. you lick, and lick, and rub until you feel yourself getting impatient to taste him, the precinct swirling and spreading under your thumb making you salivate, you remove your hands from him opting to cup his balls as you take him in your mouth slowly at first. you sink down until your throat encases all of miguel within you. miguel hisses at the feeling and his hips jerk up, and you moan around him. you pull your head back, and forward until you’re in a steady rhythm of milking him with your throat.

“f-feels good. g’nna cum- fuck!” miguel hisses. you remove him from you throat and veer towards his balls, heavy and waiting right below his thick cock. you don’t hesitate to put the sack into your mouth, suckling softly as your hand jerks him up and down in quick pace. under your ministrations, miguel slowly unravels at the seams, your stimulation making him burn up inside. your unoccupied left hand trails up miguel’s leg, from his knees and up his thigh. from there, you move your hand down to miguel’s ass, using a finger to scoop up the trail of spit leaking down between your mouth and his taint, coating your finger in it. after lubricating your finger, you slowly move to circle the ring of muscle, throbbing under your touch. you rub around the tight hole, hearing miguel’s moans at your teasing.

you take your mouth off of his balls, licking a stripe up from his sack to the tip of his leaking dick. “tell me you want my finger in that tight little ass of yours,” you say, lust oozing from your voice.

“please! need your fingers inside me,” he breathes out, clearly frustrated at your sudden halt in pleasuring him.

“i know you do, baby, can’t wait to destroy your ass,” you whisper, kissing your way down miguel’s shaft to his balls once more. your lips engulf the skin, warming and massage it within your mouth. your jerking continues as well, and you finally push your finger slowly into miguel’s ass.

“f-fuck, thank you, feels so good. ah!”

you pump your finger slowly in an out slowly, eventually working into an even rhythm. “just one finger and you’re fallin’ apart f’me?” you tease, stoping your stimuli on his balls. “gonna put another finger up there, bet you want that huh?” you ask, jerking him up and down quickly as your fingers caress his anal walls.

“yes! please oh my god i’ll do anythi-“

you insert another finger, curling them upwards while you pull and push in and out. miguel is uncontrollable underneath you, squirming and twitching haphazardly on the bed. you spit on his ass, adding a third finger within him. his hips buck up, and you can’t help but giggle at his inability to control himself. “i know you feel good, cum for me baby.” and he does, spurting his cum all over your slowing hand, your jerking coming to a halt along with your prodding fingers. you remove your hands from miguel, crawling up the bed to reach his face. he looks sated and blissed, eyes closed and chest heaving.

you bring your hand up to carcass the side of his face, and his eyes flutter open. “taste yourself,” you say, moving your cum coated fingers into miguel’s mouth, a mouth that sucks you clean with no hesitation. his tongue swirls around your fingers, warming and wetting them simultaneously.

“fuck miguel, should see how you look suckin’ on me like that,” you sigh out. you pull your fingers from his mouth slowly, watching his lips let your ligaments go. “not done with you yet baby, turn around f’me,” you say to him, tapping his cheeks softly. lackadaisically, he turns onto his stomach, ass up.

you prep yourself behind him and move to grab the lube in the nightstand next to you. you open the bottle and slick yourself up, pouring some between miguel’s cheeks as well. the coldness causes him to jump and you laugh, “ready?” you ask.

“yes, p-please.”

you place your legs on the outside of either of miguel’s and lean your pelvis forward, pushing your dick through his tight sphincter. immediately you’re met with resistance, miguel silent but still tensing at the intrusion. “gotta loosen up for me, yeah? wanna get fucked like a good little boy dontcha? need to fit myself inside you,” you say, massaging miguel’s ass with both hands.

you hear miguel whimpering and let out a soft okay, and you continue to push, slowly. “fuckin’ squeezing my dick down there, miguel. you want it that bad?” you tease him. he lets out a moan in protest, but you shush him. “s’okay. you know it’s my job to fuck you like you need, hmm? todays no different.”

you push until you’ve reached the hilt, pelvis against miguel’s ass, chest against his back. “tell me when you’re ready, okay?” you whisper in his ear. and after a minute, he breaks the silence with a ready, and you slowly pull yourself out, and pushing back in, falling into a soft rhythm. here and there, you hear a quiet moan from miguel, until he gets restless and tells you to go faster.

and faster you go, lifting your hips up and slamming them back down, the contact of your pelvis against miguel’s ass reverberating loudly through your dorm.

“f-feels so good. fuck my ass harder, p-please!” miguel groans. who are you to deny him? with you arms as leverage and your knees on the bed, you use all the momentum you have to fuck him senselessly as he asked you too. and you fucking him hard, your thrusts causing a cry of pleasure or a string of curses everytime you come down onto him. you’re so good, miguel starts crying.

“p-please let me cum- feels so good ohmygod, fuck! s-so big, i feel so good. thank you thank you thank you,” miguel babbles, and you kiss the back of his neck, fucking him deep and hard. “cum for me, show me how good i make you feel,” you grown out, feeling your finish peaking over the horizon.

you lift yourself up and grab miguel’s hips to bring them up, fucking him in doggy so you can jerk him off. his dick is incredibly hard when you reach around to touch it, his tip red and weeping. you thumb his tip and he starts shaking as he fucks himself back onto you.

“g-gonna pee, s-stop,” miguel breathes out. “nuh-uh, let it all out right here baby,” you say, hips still fucking into him brutally. log my god he groans, head falling into the sheets.

you jerk him as you fuck him, relentless in your stimulating. and finally, with a weak moan, miguel groans and shudders while he squirts clear liquid all over your sheets. you grown at the mess he made, fucking up into him for a few more thrusts until you finish. when you finally pull out of miguel, he lets out a whine and you laugh, laying down against him.

“i can’t believe you actually squirted,” you laugh. and he covers his face with your silk cased pillow, embarrassed. you can’t help but laugh and kiss his forehead.

“alright, get up water hose, gotta clean you and my bed.”

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