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ೃ⁀➷ love me, connie springer (nsfw)
thinking about babydaddy!connie fucking you nice and slow after finding out you got stood up by your date. having little constentina (his idea, but tina for short) for the weekend, your precious angel just couldn’t keep her mouth shut to her daddy when you’d told her you were going on a small ‘dinner’
“she said dinner but that really means date, daddy.”
connie isn’t surprised. no one knew how to handle you beside him. i mean, he’s had your ass in place successfully for nearly ten years; only he was man enough to handle you, your mind, and most of all your body.
you loved connie like no other, you wanted no one else to be the father of your children. but you knew the streets would eventually take him away from you, and you just didn’t wanna stick around for that. not when you had a five year old girl depending on the both of you. connie looked for other ways to make bread without selling or doing anything…illegal but it was hard to match the stacks he was bringing home every weekend.
your separation was a one sided agreement anyways it seems. to you? you two were broken up. to connie delulu ass? you were his wife and you’re ‘smoking dick if you think ion belong to you and you’on belong to me.’
you didn’t even have any words for the absence of your so called ‘date.’. after an hour of waiting, you figured you’d call in to check on tina. ringing connie, your babyfather answered on the first ring, of course with a wood in his mouth and multiple lights on his face, signaling he was watching tv.
“hey,” your voice is solemn and low. you really were tired and ashamed to say anything more.
“hey mama, you okay?” connie’s hazel brown eyes quickly flick over to yours through the screen.
you shrug though he can’t see it. “i’m okay.” you admit. “just callin’ to check on my baby.” the frame was only on your face, but from the small shake of your hand, connie had managed to get a glimpse of a pretty black dress you’d sported, breasts looking three times as big as it usually did because of your sitting position. he could tell you dressed up for the night.
“yeah? she good, just upstairs sleepin’ right now. how was your date, pretty?” you hear connie turn down the tv in the background and give you his full intention.
you furrow your brows. “what? boy, how’d you know about it?”
your baby father blows out a huff of smoke and chuckles, flashing his gold canines. he wasn’t gon snitch on his lil informant princess. “i got my ways. tell me bout it baby.”
with a roll of your eyes, you let out a tired sigh and felt your shoulders sag. “wouldn’t know. the nigga never showed.”
connie furrows his own thick eyebrows. “what you mean? he told you he couldn’t come?” he asked. from the shake of your head, you see his face soften on the screen. “come over n’ smoke with me. lemme make you feel better.”
you kiss your teeth and throw your head back, already knowing where the conversation was headed. embarrassment flooded your expression. “you eating my pussy is not gonna make me feel better, constance.”
connie kissed his teeth and waved you off dismissively. “you’on know that.”
a blush can’t help but creep its way onto your brown cheeks. “i’m supposed to be staying away from you, ya know.”
connie gives you a knowing grin, shamelessly flexing the two deep dimples in his cheeks that constentina inherrited from him. “yeah? how’s that going for you, mama?”
“obviously not good because i’m actually considering your offer of being a booty call tonight?” you laugh.
“come onnn mama, tina’s sleep, i got a wood rolled for you and i want you here.” your ex compromised with a kiss of his teeth. “lemme rub ya feet and all on ya butt i promise you’ll feel better.
“i’m tired and don’t feel like driving, con,” you whine in the same tone. you knew if he didn’t have your daughter he’d already be at your door, but you refused to risk waking her up in a car ride over here.
connie rolls his eyes and puts you on pause for the moment. a minute later he comes back on screen and takes a pull of his backwood. “your uber on the way baby.”
“ooh daddy,” you cried, trying your hardest to breathe straight. “you know i cum fast like this, oh shit,” connie had your legs spread wide open, forcing your huge tits up against the bottom of your face as he pumped in and out of you.
“you like that mama, like when i fuck you nice and slow? all romantic n’ shit?” connie teased. tears streamed down your face and he wasted no time in kissing them from your pretty face.
you’re too far in euphoria to even fully comprehend exactly what he’s saying. “yes, i love when you stroke this pussy so deep daddy.”
connie holds your breasts up damn near to your face and takes his time sucking on each of your nipples, making sure to stretch and pull it all the way back as far as it could go, grinning at the sound of it snapping back toward you. “you’on need no one else to love you like this but me, you heard?”
you can’t help but shake your head, the small responsible part of you left that hadn’t been fucked out by connie yet (though he was close) was slowly bringing you to reality. “no,” you respond.
“nah, nah, dead that shit or imma stop,” your ex threatened, straightening his back out so he stood tall, yet still very deep inside your gummy walls. you can’t help but stare down the tattoos that littered his body; many dedicated to you and your shared daughter. “you grippin’ me so tight baby, boutta make me cum, fuck,” connie throws his head back and whines. “tell me you’re mine n’ we gonna get back together.”
“no, con,” your words were saying one thing, but the cream ring of your arousal forming around connie’s tanned dick was betraying everything leaving your mouth. “w-we’re we’re toxic—oooh, yes, right there right there!”
suddenly, a large pair of hands come to wrap around your neck, gripping lightly. “tell me you’re mine or im not fuckin’ this pussy,” he orders. “you know i don’t be bluffing, mama. ‘specially when it come to your spoiled ass déjame oírte decirlo.”
more tears fall from your eyes as you feel your lower region bubble in evstasy. “con—“
“say it if you wanna cum.” connie’s grip around your neck tightens as he inevitably starts to babble. he was not gonna let up off you no matter what. “come on mama, say it n lemme give you another baby. gonna make you a mama all over again, want you so full of my babies, pretty—fuck,” he breathed out. “you know daddy sorry, you gonna forgive him?”
it wasn’t until connie started to add his thumb rubbing circles around your clit did you finally fold and give in. “oh fuck, yes! yes yes i forgive you con—please—“
“go head and cum mami, te quiero.” connie breathed out, feeling his own orgasm approach. “te amo joder joder por favor dame más hijos mami te estoy rogando déjame correrte dentro de ti,” the man curses into the atmosphere as he strokes himself in you a few more times.
“yes yes,” you nod in response to his pleads of cumming in you. a nanosecond later, connie’s cumming deep into you until he ends up shooting nothing but blanks. you’re full to the brim to the point where drops of his cum couldn’t help but ooze out between your puffy cunt.
“dio mio.”
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Mafia!König X Prostitute/Sex Worker!Reader
He is a dangerous client.
You knew this from the start - from the way your madam was looking at you with a mix of strictness and horror, with the way all the other girls refused to look you in the eye. This brothel was a pretty fine establishment by illegal standards - you weren't drugging yourself or your clients, and you even had security for the time's clients wanted to hurt you more than they were willing to pay for...and yet, you knew just how dangerous working here will be.
You're sitting on the lap of danger now - and he is kissing your neck while drunkenly mumbling something about paying double to choke you and triple - to hug you afterward.
You're not well-versed in the climate of local gangs, despite working at the brothel that was under the protection of one of them - you didn n't care about territories, bosses, Austrian mafia, Bosnian gangs, illegal German guns, and Czech cocaine. You think that you should have known more, should have known better - with the way this man hugs you, too tough to be considered comfortable, it's obvious that he is the top dog here. And top dogs are rarely gentle with their meat.
He is not threatening you, which is surprising. If anything, he is a gentleman - pours you some good wine, as much as you hate drinking on the job, and even waits a few minutes of mindless chatter before taking off your panties. He is paying for the whole night, so he takes his time. Smiles in your shoulder blades as he covers you in kisses and marks. You do a good job at pretending to like it - but something in your lower tummy suggests that the fluttering feeling in your gut might not be just from pretending.
"You like working here, Schatzi?"
He asks as he tears your panties away and flicks his tongue over your pussy. That's a new one - men like him, the ones who have power and money, who have their homes filled with desperate souls, are rarely degrading themselves to being nice to sex workers. But he whispers little praises to you - or your cunt - and questions as he eats you out. You saw his dick, so you aren't complaining - you'd need all the help you can get.
"It's better than other options"
Being homeless and dead, you mean - but don't say. Men like him are paying for this sort of poverty to happen, to make desperate things like you to either hook yourself on drugs or on sex work. You don't even look in his eyes as he flicks his tongue over your clit again, in a sort of disapproving motion.
"Hm. Consider yourself working for me from now on"
You don't even ask what he means before your vision goes black. Perhaps, you should have never take him as a client in the first place. Konig is a dangerous man, after all.
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The Radio Demon fucks a Human Sacrifice (part 3)
I deadass wrote part one as a one shot. Is this what peer pressure is? I love it.
It would have been easy to forget you, your soul was his anyways so the real fun had already finished. But that pesky video hit most streamed in 24 hours, he couldn’t even walk to the butcher without hearing you scream his name from errant phones. Surely there was a way, even from hell, to finish what he started and get you out of his system.
⟢ part1♡̶sidestory♡̶part2♡̶part3♡̶part4 ⟣
tags/warnings/promises: Alastor x reader, smut, soft Alastor, unprotected sex (duh?), creampie, edging a little, feelings, Valentino exists, Vox also exists, literally wrote this split screen with part 2 on the right side so I could line it up right like he does hehe, Alastor has a bad time
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When Val released, ‘The Radio Demon fucks a Human Sacrifice’, it immediately went viral. The website crashed, downloads surpassed his wildest, horniest dreams.
It’s scary but also hot? ☆☆☆☆☆
Eat me Mr. Radio Demon!
I’ve never wanted to be a pussy so much in my life.
The reviews were all favorable, the comments rolling in, it was perfect.
Until Vox said it wasn’t. He had seen the video, but figured no one would care about seeing Alastor fuck anything. It wasn’t the success that got under his skin, it was the wave of positive attention it brought Alastor. Suddenly everyone was tuning in to his broadcasts, little miss princess’s hotel was busier than ever.
And it was ubiquitous. Every screen seemed to feature Alastor’s breakout role.
“I said pull it, Val!” Vox slammed his hands on Valentino’s coffee table.
“Vox, baby, you’re being really sensitive about this. I’m literally fucking piles of money right now. Actual piles of money, like, person sized piles.” Val took a drag of his cigarette, “Its good for business.”
“Would you rather fuck money, or me?” Vox’s screen glitched.
Val leaned his elbows on his knees, “That’s a really difficult question for me and I think you know that.”
“Augh! Val! Think of the big picture! That obsolete dickhead gaining attention means gaining power. And that’s bad for business.”
Val’s eyes fluttered, “What if we like, say it wasn’t him?”
Flashes of Alastor’s face fazed in and out of focus across Vox’s screen, your body flipping over, a mess of tentacles writhing.
Val took off his glasses, “Oh yeah, that’s pretty obviously him.”
“What is?” Vox’s face splintered back to the screen.
“Do you—- do you not know you’ve been like,” Val used his cigarette to gesture at Vox’s face, “just straight up playing his porno?”
Vox’s hands flew to his screen, “No! Fucking shit! What the fuck!!” He picked up a vase and threw it across the room, “Wipe it clean off the server! Delete it! Ban it’s fucking streaming! End of discussion!”
Val shrugged, he owned every bootleg distributor in the pride ring. He’d pull it and up the price threefold for illegal downloads. “Whatever you want, amorcito.”
Alastor was quite happy the video went ‘underground’ of sorts. The first month after you left, he was plagued by the sound of your voice. Everywhere he went it seemed you were screaming his name, every phone and television a conduit for you.
What really bothered him though, was the reaction others had to him. Where once sinners leapt from his path and set theirselves on fire to avoid him, now people winked and waved. It made his skin crawl. When alive, at the peak of his radio show fame, it wasn’t uncommon to have fans approach him in jazz clubs. But the decorum of 1930's jazz fans was a far cry from the brazen displays of desire from the citizens of hell.
“Perhaps I should have thought it through?” He mused.
“Ya think?” Rosie put her tea down, “Was it worth it, at least?”
He mulled the question over. Worth it? Well, he had your soul. Which is grand. But you weren’t even in hell to be called upon. What did he really get from the deal? Alastor brought his palm to his face, already feeling the blush spreading. Rosie's chuckle didn't help. He did get something. You'd been gone a month, and each day he woke up having forgot you existed. And every night he lied down to rest and imagined your eyes staring back at him. Did he want to fight you, or surrender, when he saw that look? When the silk tie had fallen from your face, slipping down your nose to reveal your intense stare...He thought his heart had stopped. For every ounce of resilience in your voice he found a pound of fury in your gaze. What poor luck Valentino had been given to receive you as an offering.
"Too soon to tell." He leaned back, finally dropping his hand.
“Well it seemed you had a good time… not that I could see much through the green glow and all that static noise. Really spoiled the climax with that move, Alastor dear."
Alastor’s eyes were saucers, “Rosie. Are you implying-,”
“What?” She drew out the word, “I thought you weren’t into those things so of course I was curious!”
He sighed, “I’m not.”
Rosie pushed the teaspoon around her cup with one finger, “Sure looked like you were.”
He crossed his arms, indignant, “You don’t have to have an appetite to enjoy a meal.”
“Message received loud and clear dear! I won’t bring up the subject again.” She cackled and changed the topic to the latest gossip around the colony.
Another night staring at the ceiling, mind ghosting over the idea of you. He felt like he his sanity was unraveling Leaving his bed, he stepped barefoot onto the grass of the swampy forest he materialized into his room when he moved in to the hotel.
With an outstretched hand, Alastor felt for your connection. He couldn’t see it, but the weight of the chain connecting your soul to him sunk into his palm. Curious, he wrapped his fingers around the invisible links and pulled.
With a soft green glow, you rose from the grass.
His breath hitched, he hadn’t expected that. “It seems our deal really did stick, didn't it?" walking towards you, Alastor dropped to his knees at your feet. You were on your side, unmoving.
His head cocked to the left, ears turned in. Alastor crawled toward you, rolling you onto your back and opening your legs. He slotted himself there, “Hellooo,” He took your face in his both of his hands, elbows resting beside your ears, “Are you… sleeping, dear?”
This is ridiculous.
Alastor inspected your face; peaceful. It was a new sight for him, he'd really only ever seen you in some kind of rage or lost in pleasure. His hand slid down your body, realizing you were in the robe still. He laughed, but realized it was for no one. "Are you really going to sleep, hmm?" He hooked his hands under your knee and brought it up around his hip.
Nothing.
"I'm starting to get offended, dear." He leaned down and whispered into the crook of your neck. "If you don't wake up-" He slid down, the robe open enough to let his breathe ghost over your stomach. He stopped. He couldn't do anything to you while you slept. It was void of any enjoyment for him. Without your reactions, it was just....pointless. While he did enjoy your performance in the studio, he was taught to show respect for those of fairer means. A sleeping partner fell into that category.
He reached beneath you and straightened your robe that had bunched there under your body. Placing your leg back down by your ankle, he began pulling the collar up and closed it snuggly.
He stood there for a second, looking over you. It worked. You're here again. His mother had taught him that the human soul was most vulnerable at night. When asleep, the soul could wander from the body and travel earth and beyond. She even said people could train themselves, and with practice, remember their journeys even after waking.
Kneeling down, Alastor pushed your hair from your face, "Don't forget. What fun is there in that?" The shadow beneath your body shimmered neon green before you were swallowed by inky darkness and Alastor was once again, alone.
After his mother died, Alastor was often alone. Most of his time, really. Well, there were people always around. But they were staff, or hangers-on, or women looking for a comfortable life. They were dancers and bootleggers and musicians. Which was fine and grand. But, they never saw him. He never let them, they never tried. He was the radio host. The great dancer. The southern gentleman. The killer. The cannibal. The deer in the woods. Not a single person ever looked at him on earth and saw him. Which was precisely what he wanted, and manufactured with his wide smile and good manners.
So when your eyes bore into him from that tacky studio set, and he felt suddenly naked in front of you, he knew you were looking at the him. You saw him.
It was worth it. Alastor was willing to admit that to himself.
Over the next couple days, he would randomly try to pull you to him. Through out the day, in different places, he would summon your soul and wait. Nothing. It confirmed his theory, your soul was only able to leave your living body while you were asleep.
In the privacy of his room, Alastor paced the space between grass and carpet. What was this feeling? Nerves? He hadn't felt nervous since he was a child.
But, what was causing him a pause, was if he summoned you and you didn't appear. Maybe it had been a fluke? Maybe for the 7th time in 3 days he would pull on that connection and be left standing there, alone.
Still.
He ran his hands through his hair, trying to regain composure. Finally, he reached out for your ties to him, and pulled you into hell.
He held his breath, unconsciously.
With a glow, you appeared again before him. He was quick this time to approach you, setting beside you and leaning close to your face. Asleep.
"Is this my foreseeable future?" He asked, "Staring at you while you sleep, my doe."
Suddenly, you opened your eyes and met his. Reaching up, you grabbed him with both hands and pulled his face into yours. Your hands ran through his hair as you took him in a frenzied kiss. Alastor froze for a beat, but when your tongue licked at his bottom lip, he was brought back to the moment. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, rolling over yours and reaching as deep as he could. He felt like he could unhinge his jaw and swallow you whole. He really could, if he wanted to.
Alastor swung his leg over your body and straddled your hips. "Mon cher, you've finally joined me." His chest was rising and falling with excited breath.
"Alastor?" You tried to feel your body, but it was nowhere near you.
"Don't worry your pretty little head. You're still alive and well. I've merely borrowed your soul for the evening." He looked down at you, and finally, for the first time in what felt like months, your eyes fell to his face.
But today, they were soft and out of focus.
"Can you see me, my dear?" He leaned down slightly, trying to read the look on your face.
"Am I dreaming?"
He chuckled, "Perhaps we both are." With an exhale he wondered if he had been holding his breath this entire time. "No, this isn't a dream."
"I don't understand...but--," You lifted your arms towards him, "Should I say thank you? It was fucked, what happened." Your voice was slow, words a little slurred, "But, I'm home safe and sound now. You did what you promised me. I don't know if I'll ever see you again so...should I thank you now?"
Your tongue felt fat in your mouth, heavy and delayed.
Alastor leaned down over you, "You don't have to say anything." He used his knees to open your legs, and settled there. "Unfortunately, you've become a little worm in my mind." His hands slid under the silk robe you hadn't stopped wearing yet, "I'm hoping if I finally have you, I can...whet my appetite, and return to my normal self." He felt along your hips, hands stopping when he realized you were naked under the thin piece of fabric.
"I keep remembering," you covered your eyes with your hands, "that big hand of yours. And I realize, you never touched me past that."
He smiled, genuinely, truly, "Exactly! You understand the problem precisely. Shall we both have our fill and be done with it?"
You moved your hands to touch his ears, waiting for him to disappear at any moment, "Please. I'm so tired of missing someone I don't even know." He removed your hands, and you held them to your chest.
"My thoughts exactly, mon cher." He adjusted his hips, letting his crotch rub against your core. This was the closest he had been to you since you'd met. It was dizzying, and it felt like his skin was vibrating everywhere it met yours.
A soft moan left your throat, causing his cock to twitch in his pants. Yes, it was you. This wasn’t his standard response to such sounds. Alastor sat up, his legs bent and knees at either side of your hips. Taking one of your hands from your chest, he placed a kiss on a digit. Then another. He kissed his way down your arm.
“So gentle. Weird.” You tried to focus on him, but your mind was still cloudy. The sensations were here but also so far away, too far away, in another lifetime all together.
“Was I not gentle before, all things considered?,” he continued his way down your arm.
You let your eyes drift to the sky, stars watching you from above, “More than him.”
His mouth went dry at the mention of Val, "I am many things more than him, darling." As his lips found your neck, he took a deep breath. "I can actually take my time now. No audience." He sucked a bruise, and released you with a pop. He presented two fingers to your lips, and without thinking about it you began to suck them. While you were slipping your tongue over and between his fingers, he moved to continue a trail of kisses and nips down your right arm.
"Get them nice and wet." He watched through half lidded eyes as you licked his long fingers. He knew he needed to remove his hips from yours, but the idea pained him. Finally, he took his fingers from you and swiped them over your entrance. Your chest jumped, so he did it again. He tried to push the fingers into you, but the resistance was more than he expected. You were wet, but tight. He let his middle finger slip inside you. So soft. So warm. His shadow tendrils allowed him some feeling but not this, this was something they kept to themselves.
"When was your last time, mon cher?"
Your mind searched for memories still left behind in your body somewhere, "In hell."
"You're in hell now."
"This doesn't feel like hell." You ground your hips onto his palm, trying to get that single digit slowly moving in you to come deeper, to become more. He replied by pushing in his pointer finger, erection becoming painful already as you let out a little moan. Bending them up, he began to make long thrusts past your g-spot. His mouth long stilled on your arm, staring at your face as you whimpered into the sky.
"Look at me."
Your eyes darted to him, half open and wet. Alastor felt his patience snap. Undoing his belt and zipper, he finally freed his cock. He ran his head between your entrance to your clit , gathering your fluids on him to ease his entry. Taking both of your legs, he held them at the ankles and set them on his left shoulder. With your hips slightly raised, he pressed into you.
With a hiss you dug your fingers into the dirt, body tensing instinctively. One of his arms hugged your legs to his chest, the other was now bruising your hips as he continued to push into you. With just his head in, he began fast and shallow thrusts. Every time making more progress into your warmth. The stretch burned, but the feeling of him forcing space into you for himself just made you wetter.
Finally, he bottomed out. He had no sense to still himself, shallow thrusts gave way to long, deep plunges. Alastor's breathing was filling the space around you, mixing with your own. Leaning back, he looked down at where you two were connected.
He withdrew slowly, nearly entirely, and pushed back in. Again. And again. It was intoxicating, how he felt himself melt into you. He'd had lovers in life, but never had he been with someone without a barrier of some sorts. Be that his well placed smile or latex. He'd never fucked anyone raw before. He almost regretted not trying earlier, as the sensation of your walls and arousal sticking to his cock and thighs was breaking him. Watching himself entirely disappear inside you, he closed his eyes. Everything was so hot, so tight, would he disappear entirely? Would he lost in the pleasure your body was so effortlessly giving? Was he the unlucky one?
Alastor pushed your knees up to your chest, using his body weight to hold them down as his paced picked up. You brought your dirtied nails to your own legs, holding on tightly. Desperately you needed something to tether you to the ground, keep you still against the twitches shaking your stomach and chest. You felt with any jolt to your nerves you'd fall off the world and drift into the night.
He felt the build up, his balls tightening and drawing in, he wanted to slow down-- he wanted to bring you there first but he couldn't stop the rutting of his hips. With a whine, Alastor's forehead came to rest on yours, hips smacking into you with a wet slap. "Look at me," He commanded again, and you obeyed. One of his hands came to your chin to hold your head still, "Don't you dare look away."
Struggling to keep your eyes open, he pushed into you with one final, deep thrust. His hands came down now to the ground around you as he pushed you into the grass. Hips stuttering, cock twitching in you. You'd never let anyone cum inside you before, the sensation of heat quickly filling your cunt made you tighten around him. "Good girl", He purred, jaw tight.
He pulled back slowly before bringing his hips down, sweat sticking to his forehead where it met yours. His pace was quickly becoming brutal, a hand finding its way to that little bud of nerves of yours. With rough pressure and hurried speed his thumb drew out your orgasm. When you came, you gasped out his name, craning your neck up to ghost your lips over his open mouth. As the pleasure surged from your center, you could feel your body again. He tried to keep his eyes on your eyes, but the overstimulation of your cunt trying to wring him dry forced him to shut them.
A light shone through his eyelids, startling them open again.
"Wait-!" He watched you get pulled away from beneath him. Before he could react, Alastor was on all fours in the forest, alone. Eyes wide, he pounded his fist against the grass. He tried to summon you back to him, to drag you to him but nothing happened.
He thought he'd gone crazy. Hands came to his head, smile pained as he tried to process what he was feeling.
No.
Not enough.
Too soon.
A growl ripped through his chest. This hadn't satiated him at all. No, he was worse off now. He was starved, he had nourishment ripped from his mouth and he as angry for it. Angry to hell, to Valentino, to the conditions of owning a living soul.
He did not even attempt to rest that night. Taking his time, he had to find composure again. Alastor managed to pull himself together after several hours of self isolation. After his heart stopped racing, after his hands stopped feeling phantom skin beneath them, he calmed his smile and went about his day.
When night returned, he couldn't help but stare into the forest domain. He wanted so badly to bring you to himself, but that want was terrifying. It was overpowering him, and he couldn't accept that.
Another night left, another day passed. Husk found Alastor's cruelty to be growing, his patience giving out at the smallest perceived slight. Angel stopped engaging entirely. Charlie found herself wanting to approach him, find out why it seemed his hair was always standing on end, his eyes sharp. But, she didn't. She couldn't. Alastor would pass through the halls like a raging specter. He wouldn't slow or acknowledge anyone.
He managed a week. Satisfied with his resolve, he waited for when night fell and he was sure you'd be deep asleep, yanked your soul from your body and into him. He felt rabid, like he his brain was catching fire. Finally when you materialized before him, he grabbed your face with his hand.
"My doe?"
Just like before, you stirred, and your hands immediately went for his hair. He pulled back, "Are you awake?"
"Am I dreaming? Alastor?" You looked drunk, mind struggling to process the change in scenery. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he hovered above you, and you pulled him into a kiss. He happily returned it, hands quick to untie the robe you had taken as your own. He wasted now time in getting himself unsheathed and lined up with you, before he could enter you reached out to him, "I wanted to say--- thank you. I don't know if I'll ever really see you again."
The realization made his blood run cold. His mother's stories flooded back to him. It takes training, and time, to remember the travels of the wandering soul.
"You don't have to say anything." Alastor thrust into you, your body tense but not as resistant as before. When he was finally enveloped in you, he could feel himself calm. He didn't feel any need to be gentle this time around. He immediately set a bruising pace, digging his nails into the soft flesh of your ass as he forced your hips to meet his with every thrust. You gasped beneath him, eyes wandering up to the sky just past his head. He'd bring you to climax, wanting to drink in your expression, and to his horror as you choked out his name you were spirited away from him again.
Everyone on the floor heard Alastor's rampage. When Angel ran to get Charlie and Vaggie, they were scared to knock. With a steadying breath Charlie rapped the door, "Al? You okay in there?"
Suddenly, silence.
The door whipped open, Alastor smiling with half lidded eyes, "Why of course. What ever made you think otherwise?"
"The fuckin' sounds of carnage, maybe?" Angel looked past Alastor. The sofa shredded, coffee table in pieces. The wallpaper had been ripped down and torn to shreds. Charlie noticed the dirt under his nails, but Alastor coolly pulled his hands behind his back.
"Can I do something for you?" His tone was cold.
"I guess not, Al...," Charlie took in the damage, "Did something happen?"
Alastor smiled wider, "No," and closed the door. No one saw him the following day, which wasn't entirely unusual but it was weighing on Charlie. When Alastor finally appeared and announced he was going to Cannibal Town, she was elated. A chat with Rosie would surely bring him back to himself.
"I don't see the problem. You've got her soul, you can summon her to you, and you get a little," She searched for the word, "relief. Why do you look so pained, old friend?"
"You know better than most I have no interest in chasing women, Rosie."
"Yet..." She cocked her brow.
"It isn't about the release. I don't particularly need that. I never have." He huffed, the conversation already exhausting him, "When I would kill someone, I was God. Their life was in my hands. I took that power from them."
Rosie clicked her tongue, "And when she's in your hands?" Alastor hunched over his black coffee before remembering himself and straightening his back. "I've never seen you like this before, hun. You've got it bad, huh?"
"Personal connections like this, Rosie, are dangerous. I lost my self restraint entirely. It's a weakness." He fought to regain his smile, never knowing who could be passing by.
She tutted him, "Oh no, that's where you're wrong. The difference between a strong man and an unstoppable man is having something to care about." Rosie leaned over and set her hand on top of his, "Imagine you walked into Val's studio right now and found her like you did a couple months ago. How would you react?"
His stomach wretched forward, if he saw you today, hanging from the ceiling? The stench of Valentino's cigarette smoke clinging to your hair, the marks where his hands had made contact with you? His hand under her's tightened, claws leaving marks into the wooden tabletop. "Do you feel weak right now, Alastor?" The hair on his ears was standing straight up, his now black eyes met hers, "You sure don't look it."
He’d remembered hearing something similar before from Vaggie. Could it be true? It was a precarious ladder. If he let himself be close to someone, then the person is in turn close to him, then that person knows him intimately, and then— they are a walking soft spot. Someone could take them and torture them for information. Or, hurt them to hurt him.
But, who would dare? A fire rose in chest at the thought. What was the point of power if he couldn’t have what he wanted? If he had to answer to others about his desires? To pursue strength and status was what he wanted but if that strength didn’t afford him freedom than what good was it, really?
"I say, not that you asked," Rosie smiled and withdrew her hand, "Could be nice to have a little company now and then. Plus, better than waiting 60 years or something for her to just die." She shrugged, "Now, eat. You look like a shit."
Rosie had a point, while your existence was fragile, it was still available to him.
For awhile, he would call you nightly. Alastor would fuck you into the grass, beneath the trees, under the stars. He learned your orgasm would wake you, and he would draw it out as long as he could. He'd edge you for hours, watching you sob for your release. Slowly, your consciousness became more and more solid during your meetings.
To his relief, his hunger for your presence calmed over time. He could handle a week or even two without sharing your company, and he noticed each time you seemed to recognize him more. You'd participate more, moan louder, scream his name and squirm from the pleasure. He relished trapping you underneath his wide shoulders, pulling you onto his lap as he fucked up into you.
He wasn't fond of the few times he summoned you and you were already wet, or smelling of cologne. He'd tease, "Lonely?" and when he'd fuck his back cum into you before helping you chase your own orgasm, he'd remind you, "You're mine, little doe. No one can replace me." And he'd feel his chest swell. Others had your body for the night, but your soul was his forever. With every meeting, he felt more like himself. And the nights you were screaming his name in the forest, and his horns were looming over you as he marked you over and over as his, he felt powerful.
Some nights, he'd call you to him to just let you rest. He'd enjoy a book, or some jazz over a meal, while you lied quietly in his bed.
The days he pulled you into hell and your hair smelled of the trees, of sweat and dirt, he would be gentler. He could feel the ache in your muscles, the tan on your cheeks, and sent you back.
One such night came, where he of course took your chains in his hand and tugged. But this time, when you arrived, your face was painted with anger. You were asleep still, and even when he whispered to you, you didn't wake. You were having a nightmare, from what he could tell. He took you to his bed, and let you settle.
You stayed there until waking up again in your bed.
And every night that week, he'd bring you to his bed and go about his tasks while you fought some demons in your head. He'd never seen you have a nightmare, and began to wonder if something was happening in the overworld.
Alastor was enjoying a deer carcass in his room, humming softly to himself, when a green light erupted on the floor.
He was well aware it wasn't night anymore, and that he hadn't brought you here. With a soft smile, he left his meal and approached the light. Slowly, your body rose from the darkness there. Not just your soul.
When you looked up at him, a smile on your lips and two small doe ears on your head, he grinned, "Did you miss me terribly, my little doe?" He offered you a hand up, "Welcome home.”
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GAMBLE FOR YOUR LIFE !
˚₊‧Desc— In which by gambling on his life, Aventurine manages to procure himself a little pet to take care of.
˚₊‧TW— smut, dubcon, slave/master, gentle noncon, face fucking, hair pulling, praise, anal, fem!reader, pet names, human trafficking, pussy eating, pussy kisses, he loves babying you, Aventurine sees himself in you so he's a total softie to you :(, spoilers for 2.0 and his backstory
˚₊‧A/N— Hey cuties!! Short lil fic before I actually write dark content for real, sorry my writing is a lil messed I'm a lil sleepy. Not really dark content since it's more like dubcon, sorry I was in the mood for praises :(. Send me requests I'm so lonely
Gambling is something many people enjoy—of course, Aventurine is one of that many people. It's not that he enjoys it, he just has some extraordinary luck as his sister once said.
Through gambling, he finds that you can attain many things. Some of the things which shouldn't even be sold—an illegal trade of sorts.
You could even trade a life.
Not his life, of course, not anymore. But a cute doozy girl from the slumps, he was once a being like you—a slave sold from places to place, but he had escaped that life.
The Kakavasha he once was is no more, instead an Aventurine is reborn. But seeing the look in your eyes reminds him of the child he once was, the child he didn't have the opportunity to memorise.
The life he left behind and hoping to forget. But he's reminded of it everytime he looks deep into your eyes.
He's grown to like you. You've gone through the same things he did, but only that you hadn't have his luck to escape earlier.
He can see that you're starting to grow him too, it was easy to get you to like him. The masters you've had must've treat you badly, so it would come to you naturally to like a kind one.
Well he does give you pats and praises when you've done even something that isn't worth noting. Like for example, picking up something from the ground and throwing it away, sleeping when he told you so, chewing with your mouth closed.
Those were the basic things natural in life, but he can't help to praise you for the simplest thing.
Even as you're just taking him into your mouth, not even bothering to suck on his cock and just taking it motionlessly in your mouth while he does all the work, he still can't help but praise you for it.
"Oh, baby—baby relax your throat." He coos as he looks down at you, holding onto your hair gently as if you were so fragile.
He starts to push his cock deeper, enabling your gag reflex as your throat attempts to push away the foreign object currently in your mouth.
He's so gentle with you that you hate it, you hate how he babies you, you hate how he's doing this without your consent and you especially hate how your body is reacting to it.
"I'm going to fuck your throat now okay?" He pushes through despite your gag reflex and grips onto your scalp almost painfully as he begins to fuck your face repeatedly.
"F-fuhck—you feel so good, so fucking good!" In a breathy moan he starts to abuse your throat faster, the only thing you could do was attempt to breathe through your nose which you were failing miserably.
You were almost kne the verge of fainting, black spots taking over your visions until he pulled out of you and came on your face, his cum dripping down your hair and eyelashes.
You start heaving on the floor, appreciating that you could at least breathe again. But you weren't even allowed that when he brings you to the bed and lays you down flat on your back gently.
You weren't used to this kind of gentleness from your previous masters, or anyone at all. He kisses your pussy through your panties before pushing them to the side and spreading your lips apart.
"Your pussy is so pretty.." He moaned out when he was met with the sight of your pink lips.
He licks a stripe up to your clit and gives a kiss on it and it gave you a moment to wonder if he was making out with your pussy.
The index of his ginger soon entered your hole as he licks at your vagina as if he was a starving man on an island.
Once he deemed you were wet enough, he positions the tip of his cock on your entrance before sliding the tip of it down to your puckered hole and you can see him smirking as he sees the fear in your eyes, desperately trying to push him away.
"N-no there.. It's dirty and dry—" you attempt to reason but he only spits down on his thumb and opens up the puckered hole slowly with his thumb.
The mere feeling of it disgusts you.
But what could you do accept take his cock in your asshole as he wanted to? And he's certainly adamant on it.
He brings his head down to your ears before whispering silently in your ear and you can feel his hot breath on your earlobe.
"Shh, it's gonna hurt if you don't relax okay? I'll do it slowly, baby." the fact that he was so relaxed about it made you wanted to push him further, but he kept you still by the hips and pushes into you as he said—slowly.
But it still hurts no matter how he does it and you squeal at the pain—you wish that he would've just pushed it all at once so the pain would be gone faster.
"You're such a good girl, you know that? My good girl. It was worth it gambling my life in that casino, just for you. I wanted you the moment I set eyes on you—" he groaned as he pushes himself further until he's at the hilt.
You push against his chest, flailing around at the pain but he just leans over to your tits and holds one boob in his hand before sucking on the other.
He reaches a finger down to your clit and starts rubbing you to get you to your climax faster which made it hurts even more, but it felt so pleasurable even if you try to resist.
"N-nuh, not there I'm sensitive!" you moan, it felt like you wanted to black out from the pain and the fact that it felt so good infuriates you.
He groans as he starts setting his pace faster, letting go of your nipple with a pop and moving onto your neck before sucking on one of the spot.
"Ahah—you're so cute.." he says when he pulls away from your neck, leaving a hickey in place.
"So adorable.. Go on, cum my little princess. Cum from me fucking your little tight asshole—" as if on command, your body reacts and came immediately.
He groans as he felt you tighten up, giving a few more thrusts before he came in you and pulls out, letting his cum drip down the sheet.
You were so glad that it was over, until he cups your chin and makes you face him.
"Oh no, baby. I've got a few more load left inside me, after all, I still haven't used your pussy yet.. You didn't think it was over, did you?" he grins when he sees your droopy face that was stained with his cum and gives you a kiss on your forehead.
The night still has a long way to go.
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Old Habits
pairing: Joel Miller/f!former sex worker reader
summary: Back in Boston, Joel Miller was your favorite client who frequented your services, exchanging ration cards and other items deemed illegal for sex with you until he just disappeared one day. It’s years later, and now, by a stroke of dumb luck on your journey out west, you’ve found yourself in the town of Jackson and in close proximity to Joel once again, the two of you immediately falling back into old habits.
rating: E (18+!! This is smut. No y/n, porn without plot, reader’s age is unspecified but she was born before the outbreak, can be read as age gap, Gruff Joel Miller, Joel manhandling you, Joel ordering you around, rough sex, unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), oral sex (m & f receiving), come eating, deepthroating, vaginal fingering, spanking, dirty talk (a lot), praise kink, light choking, squirting, breast play, spit mention, first kiss, talks of sex work (we are respectful in this house), a hint of Possessive Joel, some feelings as a treat, smidge of Soft Joel at the end, a special appearance by Ellie who doesn’t know where Joel is (spoiler: he’s hiding in your bathroom naked))
word count: 3.9k+
a/n: This was a horny thot I wrote in one night because it wouldn’t leave me alone, and now I’m sharing it with you. Thank you to @senorabond for betaing!
Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs feed me. I’d love to know what you thought!
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It’s happenstance you find yourself in Jackson—honest to god, dumb luck, and a series of fortunate and unfortunate events.
The plan was to cross the continent to Vancouver, B.C., where whispers talked about the QZ being a safe haven and not a complete hell hole like Boston. A group of you made the journey, and by the time scouts from Jackson found you getting close to their territory, only a few remained, and you all decided to stay in the quaint town.
That brings you to where you are now, not even twenty-four hours after arriving, and barely settled into your little apartment in a converted garage, naked and on your knees with Joel Miller’s hard cock filling the tight space in your throat. Drool drips down your chin, and tears fall from the corners of your eyes as you suppress your gag reflex.
It shocked you when he showed up at your door, having known him for years back in Boston since he used your services frequently, exchanging ration cards and other illegal items for sex with you. He loved that he could use you however he wanted, and you happily took it. He was your favorite client; then one day, he just disappeared—and in less than ten minutes of being reunited, he had you completely naked and on your knees for him.
Did you mention he was your favorite?
He’s still fully clothed, with only his pants down enough to free himself. His big hand is on the back of your head, keeping you on him while he watches from above. You can’t even take him to the hilt, your jaw pried open wide. He’s heavy on your tongue, smelling the clean scent of the soap he must’ve scrubbed with before he came over.
“Fuckin’ missed you chokin’ on my dick,” he groans. “So fuckin’ pretty takin’ it down your throat.”
Your fingers are digging into his jean-clad thighs, your eyes rolled back in your head, moaning around him, barely able to breathe. He finally lets you up, and you come off him, gasping for breath. With saliva gathered on your tongue, you let it drip on the tip of him, your hand taking the place of your mouth, slickly stroking him while looking up at him through your lashes.
“I missed this cock,” your words come out rough, tapping him on your tongue.
He’s smirking. “Yeah, baby?”
“Yes.” You nod. “It’s so fucking big and always filled me so perfectly.”
“I missed how your tight little pussy squeezed me—haunted my fuckin’ dreams. I can’t tell you how many times I fucked my hand thinkin’ about bein’ inside you again.”
What he says has you feeling hot, arousal pooling in your belly, your cunt throbbing in the same beat as your heart, wanting him so badly.
Continuing to jerk him in your palm, you dip your head down, licking at the thin skin of his sack before sucking a ball into your mouth, teasing it with your tongue.
“Fuck,” he moans.
You give the other one the same treatment, letting it go to lick a hot stripe up his shaft, the tip steadily leaking precum.
“On the bed,” he orders, roughly tugging you up by the arms to stand. “I’m not comin’ in your mouth.”
“Yeah?” you purr. The bed is behind you, and you walk backward until your legs hit the edge. “Where do you wanna come?” you ask. “My stomach? On my pussy? My ass? My tits?”
His dark eyes are half-lidded and burning with desire as he moves toward you with purpose, saying, “You know damn well I’m gonna come all over your gorgeous tits.” It’s his favorite place to finish. He’s in front of you, his large palms taking them in hand. “Fuckin’ missed these, too.” To end the sentence, he bends, sucking your pebbled nipple between his lips. You moan at the shock of pleasure that shoots straight to your cunt, pushing your fingers into his slicked-back, slightly damp hair.
The reason Joel was your favorite is he always made sure you came at least once—doing things he knew you enjoyed because he wanted to make you feel good. That was rare in your previous profession. Usually, it was all about the client, and your pleasure didn’t matter.
Joel’s a gentleman, though.
A hot, grumpy gentleman.
His mouth moves to your other tit, flicking his tongue over the hard bud; you feel your need for him dripping from your pussy to coat your inner thighs.
Suddenly, he’s straightening and pushing you back onto the mattress, pulling your ass to the edge of the bed. You spread your legs for him as you sit up on your elbows.
The tips of two of his thick fingers touch your lips.
“Open,” he orders, and you do, sucking them into your mouth with a moan. “Get them nice and wet for me, baby.” You massage your tongue against them, his lust-filled gaze watching intently. He shoves them further back into your throat, and you easily take them. “Good girl,” he rasps.
His hand leaves you, his focus locking on your glistening center. Dipping his head, he works his jaw to get saliva in the front of his mouth, spitting it onto your clit, and it drips all hot and wet down toward your hole that’s drooling arousal.
“Pretty fuckin’ pussy,” he mumbles, staring at it. The press of his wet digits between the lips of your cunt sends an electric shock through you that has you throwing your head back. He wastes no time, gathering the mix of his saliva and your juices on his two fingers, pressing them inside you.
A loud moan leaves you at how his fingers slightly stretch your tight walls. He’s pumping them in and out fast, crooking them to slide against that magical spot that blurs your vision.
“Yeah, you fuckin’ missed me, didn’t ya?” he asks.
“Yes,” you gasp.
It sounds wet between your legs, hearing the slide of his digits fucking into you, his thumb rubbing against your swollen clit.
“Nobody else made you come like me. And why’s that, baby?” he rasps, low.
The muscles in your belly have begun tightening, his free hand grabbing at your breasts and teasing your nipples, the sensations ramping up your pleasure.
“‘Cause it’s yours!”
“That’s fuckin’ right,” he growls. “This pussy is mine.”
He doesn’t stop his ministrations when he leans over you, his hand on your chest moving up to wrap his fingers around your throat, squeezing lightly to make you see stars.
“You gonna come for me?” he asks. “Gonna be my good girl and come all over my fingers? Let me have it.”
Everything comes to a head, and you’re falling over the edge, your back arching, body tensing, coming with a moan of his name. Waves of euphoria erupt from your center, spreading out to your fingers and toes as he continues working you through your high to help you ride it out.
“There it is,” he says. “My good fuckin’ girl.”
Your mind is hazy, thoughts feeling slow and syrupy thick, almost positive you haven’t come that hard since the last time Joel paid you a visit.
“You’re still my favorite,” you slur. He lets go of your throat as you lie back on the bed, blissed out.
“I better fuckin’ be,” he replies, removing his hand from between your legs. “You haven’t even been here a damn day.”
“I’m not doing that here,” you offhandedly comment.
It’s silent for a second.
“If this is your last time, can I pay for the entire night?” he asks. “They don’t have ration cards here, but I can trade for things you might need or do work around here. I can find some way to pay you.”
Your eyes open, squinting as you sit back up. “I’m not charging you for this, Joel. You’re not my customer here. I’m having sex with you because I missed you and want to have sex with you.”
His eyebrows lift. “Oh. Well, fuck, in that case, is this a one-time thing, or…?”
Raising your brow, you answer, “Depends on if you fuck as good as I remember.”
His eyes narrow. “I’ll fuckin’ remind you why you always made time for me,” he says, working open the buttons on his flannel shirt.
It’s off in seconds, getting a glimpse of his torso before he’s bending down to untie his boots that he kicks off when he stands back up.
Usually, he kept his clothes on, so there weren’t many times that Joel got fully naked when you were together in the past. With all the skin on display, your eyes take in the scars littering the parts of his body he bares—there’s a new one on his lower abdomen that someone clearly had to suture, the skin puckered.
He’s so broad, his chest so wide, seeing the strength and loving how his belly is a little soft. Your eyes follow the trail of coarse hair below his navel, leading to his hard cock, bobbing between his legs as he pushes down his jeans and gets them off.
He’s incredibly attractive, and yet you have no idea his age, never asking because it wasn’t any of your business, but now he’s no longer your paying client.
“How old are you?” you ask.
Standing at his full height, you watch him spit onto his fingers, using them to languidly stroke over his cock.
“Fifty-eight.”
“You look fantastic for your age.”
“Thanks.” His eyes meet yours, and he’s moving forward to drag himself through your wet slit. “How old are you?”
“Not fifty-eight.” You wink. “I’ll tell you if you buy me a drink.”
“Deal.”
Apparently, he’s done talking, notching himself at your entrance and snapping his hips forward to bury himself inside you in one smooth thrust. Moaning in unison, your hands claw at the bedding from how he fills you, falling back against the mattress.
He’s big.
He’s the biggest man you’ve ever been with, feeling the delicious burn at how he’s stretching you and so full it’s brimming on too much.
“So tight,” he groans. “Fuck, I missed bein’ inside you.” He’s got your legs over his arms to keep you open for him.
His hips bump into yours, giving you a second to get used to him, and you can’t get over how good it feels to have him inside you again; how right. Once you’re relaxed, he’s pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in hard. With how wet you are, he moves with ease, setting up a hard, steady pace that has your head spinning.
“Miss bein’ split open on my cock?” His voice is deeper, the words slipping through gritted teeth.
“Yes,” you gasp.
Looking up at him, his eyes are dark pools stuck on the jiggle of your chest, his eyebrows creased, and teeth bared. Sweat is shining on his skin, a flush working its way from his chest up his neck to his cheeks, grey strands of his hair sticking wetly to his forehead.
You press your tits together with your hands, tweaking your stiff nipples while he watches with rapt attention, licking his lips.
“You fuck me so good, Joel,” you moan. “I missed this. I missed you. You feel so good inside me.”
Heat is coiling in your tummy, winding tighter with every push and pull of his hips.
He leans forward, his pace speeding up while he bats away your hands to roughly palm at your breasts, pinching your nipples.
“Fuck,” he groans, seeing his throat work as he swallows hard, and you can tell he’s close.
All of a sudden, he’s standing back up with a grunt. “Hands and knees,” he orders, smacking your hip. “I’m gonna give you what you want.”
What he says makes you throb, excited for what’s about to happen. He pulls out, and enthusiastically, you’re flipping over and getting up into position with your knees at the end of the bed, sticking your ass out, presenting it to him.
His palm slides along your spine as he sheathes himself back inside, making you whimper at how much deeper he is like this.
Gripping your hips tightly, he fucks into you, slowly building up to a punishing pace, pounding into you like he’s finally letting go of all his pent-up frustration and anger he’s bottled up since the last time he was with you. Using you to relieve his stress just like before, allowing him to take it all out on you. His thrusts are knocking the wind from your lungs and stuttering your moans, hearing the slap of his flesh meeting yours and the squelching of his cock working in and out of your slippery cunt.
Perspiration builds on your temples, his body colliding with yours, and you’re in heaven. Your eyes are closed, taking what he’s giving you, pleasure cutting through you at the slick slide of his dick spearing into you over and over again.
A hand comes down on your ass in a loud slap, the sting making you clench and gasp at the heady rush you get, pushing back for more.
“Is this what you wanted?” he grits out, his pace never waning. His hand lands again. “You like this? You want more?”
“Yes!” you sob.
His other hand makes contact with your plump flesh, going back and forth until you’re mewling.
His fingers are digging into your waist, the heat at the base of your spine is growing rapidly. Your arms give out, and you lay your head on them, drooling from the onslaught—your heated skin is buzzing with every nerve alight in bliss, red-hot pleasure scorching in your belly, knowing you’re not going to last much longer.
Words are spilling from your lips incoherently, Joel grunting behind you, your entire body trembling, something big building inside you, thinking you might explode.
No one has ever wrecked you like Joel does.
You’re a mess.
A puddle of a person.
He’s so deep it feels like he’s reaching nirvana inside you with every hard stroke. Pleasure has taken over your senses as it grows and expands inside you til you hit your breaking point, shattering around him with a cry of his name, coming so hard, he gets pushed out of you with a wet gush that splatters onto his thighs.
A long, low guttural “Fuck,” sounds from behind you, hot ropes of his come landing on your fluttering hole and the puffy lips of your sex.
You feel wrung out, and there’s a possibility you might actually pass out.
Hands spread your asscheeks, humming in the back of your throat when Joel’s tongue licks through his mess, feeling the vibrations of him groaning and the scratch of his beard against your sensitive skin. He makes another pass and another, not stopping until he’s gotten every last drop of his spend.
He smacks your ass when he’s finished, the mattress springs complaining, and you jostle when he falls onto it beside you.
In the past, once Joel came on his place of choice, he’d take a minute to collect himself, then pay and leave.
What you don’t expect is him pulling you into his arms and spooning you from behind with his nose buried in your hair while hugging you close.
The latter is better.
Much better.
And simply nice.
It didn’t matter you both were drenched in sweat and other bodily fluids—you've been grosser.
Minutes pass where the only sounds are your labored breathing—ten, twenty, twenty-five.
“Wanna spend the night?” your voice is hoarse when you ask.
He nuzzles into you, squeezing you tighter.
“Yeah, but I have to be up early to meet my kid for breakfast.”
His answer has your brain screeching to a halt, wondering if you heard him right.
“What did you say?” you ask.
He turns his head to speak more clearly.
“I’m gonna stay the night, but I’ll have to leave in the mornin’ to meet my kid for breakfast.”
He didn’t have any children in Boston…
“How old are they?”
There’s a smile in his voice when he answers, “She turned sixteen last month.”
The math isn’t adding up…
“Joel?”
“Yeah?”
“Did you secretly have a kid in Boston I didn’t know about?”
You’d been to the apartment he shared with Tess a few times when she was away, and there were no signs of children.
“No. Ellie came into my life a couple of years ago or so.”
Around the time he disappeared from yours.
“Oh, she’s adopted.”
“And a pain in my ass,” he says in a fond tone.
“So, you’ve got a daughter now. Probably should’ve asked before I started sucking your dick, but are you seeing anyone?”
“No.”
For some odd reason you can’t explain, the answer relieves you.
“Single dad. That’s very sexy.”
“I’m glad you think so. What about you? Are you seein’ anyone?”
“Me? No. Been too busy trying to stay alive.”
“I know what that’s like. Do I still fuck as good as you remember?”
A huff of air leaves your nose. “Yes.”
“Wanna get that drink with me tomorrow night?”
Smiling, you answer, “I’d love to.”
There’s knocking on the door, and you’re wondering who would stop by after seven p.m., thinking maybe it’s one of your friends you traveled with or a neighbor welcoming you to the community.
Joel groans as he gets up, heading toward your bathroom while you grab a blanket off the bed to cover yourself.
Unlocking the front door, you hide your body behind it so all they can see is your face as you crack it open, finding a teenage girl on the other side.
“Hi, can I help you?” you ask.
“Hi! I’m sorry for bothering you, but I live in the house—” She points behind her with her thumb at the home you share the property with, “—and I didn’t know you moved in until Tommy told me at dinner and I wanted to make sure you knew who I was so you don’t try to kill me or some shit when I sneak out of the house in the middle of the night when the guy I live with is asleep.”
She said a lot of things, but what you’re stuck on is—
“The guy you live with…? Is he your boyfriend or something?”
The girl makes a disgusted face and gags.
“Gross!” she exclaims. “No! He’s basically my dad, but I don’t call him that ‘cause it’d be fucking weird.”
Your eyes widen, closing the door a little more so she can’t see past you.
“What’s your name?” you ask.
“Ellie.” Oh, fuck. “What’s yours?”
After introducing yourself, you ask her, “What’s your adopted dad’s name?”
“Oh, yeah, you should know that. I’m surprised he hasn’t come by to talk to you yet.” She looks around like she thinks she’ll spot him in the backyard. “I actually have no fucking idea where he is. Probably the bar,” she says with a shrug. “His name’s Joel.”
“What does he look like?” She’s entertaining, and you want to hear her description.
“Oh, he’s old as fuck and big—” She spread her arms wide, and you smile. “—but not in a fat way, like in a big, strong man way?” That’s accurate. “He always looks fucking grumpy or like someone pissed in his coffee.” Also true. “So, if you see an old, grumpy man who barely talks to you, it’s most likely Joel. Wait, come have breakfast with us in the morning and you can meet him! We meet at the mess hall at eight!”
“No, no, Joel doesn’t sound like a people person. I don’t want to bother him.”
“Everyone bothers him. You should still come. I’ll save you a seat.”
“Maybe. Well, it’s been nice meeting you, Ellie. Hopefully, I’ll come across this elusive Joel.”
“He’s a grumpy asshole, but he’s still polite and will definitely stop by at some point to introduce himself, which you should tell him I stopped by like a good, responsible neighbor.”
“A good, responsible neighbor who wants to make sure I don’t try to kill them when they sneak out of their house.”
“Yeah! You get it.” She gives you a double thumbs up. “Alright, it was nice meeting you!” She walks backward, saluting you. “I hope you’ll come to breakfast tomorrow!”
“We’ll see!”
With that, you close the door and lock it.
Turning around, you glare at the man who peeks his head out of the bathroom.
“Is she gone?” he asks quietly.
“I live in your backyard?”
“Yeah, I woulda told you, but we didn’t do much talkin’. Did she leave?” he asks again.
“Yes,” you answer, walking over to the bed and tossing the blanket onto it. You’re in desperate need of a shower even though you took one earlier, heading towards Joel.
“I can’t believe she sneaks out when I’m sleepin’,” he sounds genuinely betrayed, and you think it’s adorable.
“She’s a teenager, Joel. It’s what teenagers do.” Slipping past him, you turn on the shower, the sound of roaring water filling the air.
A long sigh leaves him.
“Are you comin’ to breakfast?” He’s still naked, his arms crossed over his chest, resting his hip against the bathroom sink.
Your head snaps toward him. “Do you want me at breakfast?”
There’s the tiniest smile on his face. “I want you for breakfast, but don’t mind if you eat with us. Just, uh—” He scratches at his mustache. “—don’t mention how we know each other…”
“No shit, Joel. We’re just old friends.”
“Yeah, old friends…”
“There you go.”
There’s a curious expression on his face.
“You really enjoy fuckin’ me for free?”
You snort, getting in under the warm spray and closing the shower curtain behind you—bless Jackson and heated plumbing. “Yes, Joel.”
It’s a bathtub/shower combination, and he follows you in.
Your face is under the water, feeling lips press to your shoulder from behind, blazing a path to the side of your neck, goosebumps rising on your skin.
Turning to wash your back, there’s an odd look on his face, his eyes a little bigger, not knowing what’s going on when his hands gently cradle your jaw.
A surprised sound leaves you when his mouth claims yours in a searing kiss—something he’s never done before and refused in the past. His lips are plush, melting into him as he kisses the air straight from your lungs.
It feels like there’s been a shift, the walls he always kept up with you crumbling from showing genuine interest in him without a payment.
There comes a point when you’re aching for air and break away with a gasp while his lips streak across your jaw and down your neck, sucking on your pulse point.
“Joel?” you pant.
His head comes up to meet your eyes, his chest rising and falling hard.
“I’ve always liked you,” you tell him. “If I wasn’t desperate in Boston, I never would’ve charged you for your time—that’s how much I enjoy fucking you. Add in you making it all the way here alive, and how cute you are when you talk about your kid; I like you even more. I’ve always liked you, Joel.”
He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the edges.
“I’ve always liked you, too, baby.” His mouth descends on yours once more.
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This is a request after reading your “StonerLix” Drabble and fic, could we get one but a Jisung version? Something about StonerJisung should be illegal but it’s so gooooood 🤌🤌
Thank you for your request!! I‘m thinking about making a Stoner!Skz series, let me know if yall would be interested in that!!
But lets talk about Stoner!Jisung… i can imagine him puffing to chill and rewind a bit. Maybe after a Studio session with 3Racha?
Jisungie would be so tired, but couldn‘t sleep because the lyrics wouldn‘t stop racing in his head, so he‘d quietly get out of bed to not wake you up.
Of course you‘d immediately wake up, missing his warmth and heartbeat. When coming down the stairs you saw him sitting on the couch, rolling a blunt.
When you caught him you just smirked to yourself, you knew jisung did this from time to time to stop his mind from racing, and you loved it every single time. He‘d be so relaxed and would always smile with the sexiest, hungriest look in his eyes.
So when you joined him on the couch in nothing but his shirt and some panties Jisung couldn‘t help but gulp. „Want some too, Baby?“ he‘d ask, his voice raspy from the smoke in his lungs.
Taking a puff from the joint made you hum, you‘d missed these moments, especially in comeback season.
When his brain got cloudy and his fingers started tingling from the high, he couldn’t help but pull you into a messy kiss. And by messy i mean spit dribbling down your chins, tongues fighting with each other and him groaning into your mouth.
He laid you down gently before hovering above you and kissing your neck down to your tits. „Always so fucking pretty for me, love coming home to you in my clothes baby“ he‘d whisper against your skin, making goosebumps rise.
„Need you so much, sungie. Missed you“ you‘d whine, making him chuckle and pull your shirt over your head. „Don‘t worry baby, you‘ll get what you want.“ he whispered darkly before kissing down your thighs to your clothed core.
If Han knew one thing, it was how to get you so wet you‘d make a mess on the couch. He proceeded to rub your clit and whisper dirty nothings in your ear before ripping your panties off your legs and moaning at the sight of your sopping cunt.
I know i‘m not the only one thinking that, but i‘m like 95% sure han has the prettiest dick ever, with a beautiful mushroom head, always leaking waaaay too much precum.
Yall know the part in Heyday where he whispers? Fuckkk imagine him whispering in your ear „ready for me, baby? Ready to take my cock?“ before thrusting in fully making you whimper out his name.
And i just know he‘d eat all of yours moans and praises right up before straightening up to give you the best look of his beautiful body while fucking into you like a man gone wild.
Jisung needs you like he needs air to breathe and water to live. His need for you is so deep, he always gets lost in you, whenever he‘s fucking you he‘s uncontrollable, unstoppable. Fucking both of you into oblivion.
This man gets pussy drunk way too fast, babbling about how good your cunt makes him feel, how tight and wet you are for him. Even after making you cream on his cock and cumming himself he doesn‘t stop overstimulating both of you, making you whimper and writhe together on the couch<33
After both of you came at least three times, you‘d lay there, completely spent. Wet and dirty with both of your juices all over your bodies he‘d look at you, smirking
„Wanna smoke another one?“
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Breaking The Norm
just come into my arms, destroy me if you want
PAIRING: jeong jaehyun x reader
GENRE: the bad boy's good girl
WORD COUNT: 1.9k+ words
WARNINGS: brief deep throat, brief overstimulation, dirty talks, pet names, mentioned illegal racing
SYNOPSIS: Who would've thought a man so tough like Jaehyun has a thing for girls who's fond of cringy and cliché dramas?
A/N: Cross is mentioned but this one's more of domestic than Cross' fic, no gores and can be a stand-alone fic. With that being said, please enjoy Uno's fic!
A scowl leaves a print on your face. ''What the– she's walking out just like that?! They haven't even talked about it yet! She should've waited for his reason!''
Yoojin, the main character, refuses to listen as to why Haeso left her in the midst of her early pregnancy and only coming back 5 years later. Believing that he abandoned her, the pent up anger and grudge will probably cause them another 3-4 more episodes before straightening the curve and reconciling. What'll happen to their daughter along the way, that you're curious about.
Frustrated by how things ended in this episode, you turn off the tv and stomps your way out of the room, heading towards the kitchen where your boyfriend's in the middle of cooking a dish, probably your dinner.
''Learn to clean up your own mess.'' Jaehyun shakes his head before clicking his tongue and placing his phone on the counter beside the stove in a decent gap. It seems like he was on a call prior to your arrival. Wrapping your arms around him, you plant a kiss on his cheek, eliciting a chuckle.
''So you're out of your den, huh? Got sick of watching that cliché drama?'' He earns a smack. His arm is so full of muscles that it didn't do much than make him laugh again. Those tattoos covering the vastness of his skin are hard to ignore.
Jaehyun's right though, it is cliché. That doesn't change the fact that he watches it with you in spite of hating the plot and the actors' acting. You love that about him.
''Who was that earlier?''
''Hmm?'' Jaehyun glances where you're looking. ''Ah, Cross. He wanted me to help Jungwon.''
Cross, a friend of his that you're familiar with yet haven't gotten the chance to actually meet him properly. Jaehyun says he's a busy man.
''About what?''
''Just a mess he made.'' You remember his last line when you arrived at the kitchen. ''That fucker won't stop bothering the youngsters, really.''
Giggling, you pepper his shoulder with kisses. ''Why are you so mad? I'm sure Jungwon can do it with just a few instructions from you.''
Finding nothing right to respond to you, Jaehyun smiles and focuses on cooking. The food looks and smells delicious, but you crave for something else. Something that involves a certain tattooed man who has his hair tied in a man bun.
Jaehyun sighs. ''You know I can ruin our food if you're distracting me, right?''
''Don't care. I'll just eat you instead.''
Jaehyun smirks, lowering the heat before facing you. ''You've got a dirt mouth on you, sweetheart.''
''Uh-huh, wonder where I got it from.'' Your arms circle his neck.
''Right, I wonder..''
Lips curving upwards, you are filled with a giddy feeling as Jaehyun connects with yours, caressing your waist while his other hand settles on the back of your neck to press into you deeper.
Sooner than later, it escalates to more, courtesy of Jaehyun's failed resistance over your body covered merely by his wrinkled dress shirt. A squeak escapes you, tightening your hold on him as he carries you without struggles and transfers you to the countertop usually used for eating breakfast. Your legs welcome him in between like an old friend.
Palm coming in contact with your inner thighs, Jaehyun hums. ''Of course, prancing around this apartment with no panties. What else can be expected from you? Always so eager to have my cock inside that tight little pussy of yours.''
You mewls. God, that deep fucking voice and the lack of filters on Jaehyun's words are enough to cause a pool on your core. ''T-touch me, please.''
And touch, he did. Two fingers plunge inside you, indifferent if you're unprepared for the sudden stretch. Jaehyun curls them, mouth sucking the area where your collarbone lies, groaning as his clothed crotch brushes against your knees. His arm that is on your waist grips you, closer to him and keeps you still.
''Ah, ah.'' Your head lolls to the back, hands placed behind you to support your weight. ''Your fingers feels so good– fuck– more. I want more please. Haah, so good!''
Two becomes three, pads prodding at your spot. The electrifying feeling is too much, you lose control of your own body. Your hips start to buck, meeting the vigorous thrusts of Jaehyun's hands as your own flies to hold onto Jaehyun's arm, gripping and moaning as you feel the muscle flex underneath your palm.
With the signs of your climax showing themselves to Jaehyun, he immediately pulls out his fingers, leaving you feeling empty and whining at the loss of pleasure. Grinding your pussy against the cold marble countertop to make up for the digits that left you unattended, you watch through your hazy vision how Jaehyun licks and sucks the said digits as if it's some sweet candy.
When your slick on his fingers runs out, Jaehyun nudges your legs wider, feet planted on the same marble top. Your eyes lowered to his boxers, his tip peeking out of the hem.
''Fuck.. you're too big a boxer couldn't even accomodate your size?''
Jaehyun kisses your throat, licking your nipples through the shirt. ''That's why you're here, darling. None of these clothes can keep my cock warm. My pretty cocksleeve.. you'll do that instead, don't you?''
Nodding, you press your body against him, hands feeling Jaehyun's abs and chest. Your eyes shoot wide and a gasp resonates around the kitchen when Jaehyun's tip breaches past your pussy lips, invading your hole as his veins rub the velvet and warm walls. When he's buried deep inside, Jaehyun starts thrusting with an unforgiving pace. There's not even a build up.
''Oooh– yes, yes, yes! Fuck my pussy! You reach so deep– oh, God– you reach so deep inside me, I can feel you in my belly. Jaehyun, you're so big! Too big!''
You feel so full. The impressive girth of your boyfriend might be monstrous but somehow your walls willingly stretches to its limit to accommodate it. As if your pussy was made exclusively for Jaehyun's dick.
''Motherfu–... You're fucking chocking me, sweetheart. I feel like I might come soon,'' Jaehyun chuckles. ''You're the only one who can make me cum in a span of minutes. You're the only one who can take my fucking cock like a fucking champ.''
''Yes! I'll make you feel– ah!-- feel good. You should fuck me everyday– haah– every morning and every night– Oh so good! Don't go to work just– fuuuck!-- just fuck me the whole day. Don't care if I tear apart.''
Even though his bar can function without physically being there, Jaehyun knows he won't do that. He won't get rich. But Jaehyun gets harder nonetheless.
''Or– or if not, you can bring me there and fuck me on the counter too while mixing and making drinks for your customers. I'm sure– ah shit– I'm sure they'll like the show. It's like hitting two birds with– oooh– one stone, right?''
Jaehyun growls at your ear. ''Fucking..''
You yelp as you get manhandled, your back now facing Jaehyun's chest as you stand before Jaehyun. A high-pitched moan rings across the apartment when Jaehyun thrusts into you faster, deeper, and harder. Your legs buckle and your arms fly out everywhere, desperate for something to hold on.
Tears streaming down your face, Jaehyun decides to help his poor girlfriend by grabbing each of your arms on the area of your elbow, steadying you so he could plow and jab at your prostate without you moving much.
''You fucking slut. And here I thought I house an innocent one. Although maybe you were once like that– I made you like this. God, I made a monster, didn't I? A fucking vixen.''
Your knees face each other, folding a bit. They would've given up on you if not for Jaehyun. Head bowing down, you meet the view of your belly and the bump appearing with every snap of Jaehyun's hips. You are reduced to a whimpering mess.
Jaehyun laughs when he notices where you are looking at. ''See that? If you're not on pills, your belly would be round and plump. You will be carrying my child, showing everyone who fucking owns you.''
The words seem to be stuck on your throat, clogging the passage where you can get air as breathing through your nose isn't enough. Eyelids flickering, you could barely get the words out.
''What was that, darling?'' Jaehyun presses his cheek against yours, sucking the skin of your shoulder.
''Come– come..''
''Come?'' Jaehyun smiles, an arm caging you in his embrace as the other encloses on your throat again. ''Go on. You're my good girl, right? Come for Jaehyun, darling.''
You thrashes, legs shaking violently, tears rolling down your cheeks. Finally finding your voice, you scream as your release takes over your body, sending you into a bliss of pleasure.
''Beautiful.'' Jaehyun groans.
It's too much– the overstimulation, the drag of his thick cock along your walls. Instead of slowing down, Jaehyun quickens his pace, pinching your nipple between his middle and forefinger.
''Too much– I can't! Jaehyun, it's too much, please! Slow– fuck– slow down please!''
''No. You're gonna fucking take all of me. Isn't this what you want, sweetheart?''
''Just–...''
As his cock starts to twitch inside you, Jaehyun pulls out, pushing you down to your knees and as soon as your mouth is open for him, Jaehyun wastes no time in burying his cock deep in your throat. All it takes him is a few thrusts and he's coming, hot cum spilling past your tongue and straight to your throat, forcing you to gulp everything and not miss even a drop.
''Yeah, that's right.'' He rubs his tip on your tongue before pulling out.
''Uno, are you not really coming? I heard the prize is big tonight.''
Jaehyun casts a brief glance at your sleeping figure beside him, your arm hugging his waist. He ponders a bit. Aside from handling his own bar, Jaehyun also does illegal racing. Earning him the name of Uno as he always placed first in every rave he participates in.
Jaehyun doesn't want to miss the opportunity of earning a large amount of money in an easy way. But as you snuggle up on his side, scooting closer to him as you mumble incoherently about something– Jaehyun sighs.
''Nah, boyfriend duties.''
Red's– or by his real name, Eunwoo's– sound of disgust penetrates his ears. ''You're so fucking whipped it's disgusting.''
Just then, a rustle is heard and Cross' voice replaces Red's. ''Get your ass over here, I don't fucking want to see TY winning that race.''
''Guess what?'' Jaehyun says.
''What?''
''I don't care about what you want.''
Jaehyun chuckles as he ends the call, interrupting Cross' rants abruptly. He tosses the phone to the bedside and wraps his arms around you as well.
TY and his gang can fucking win that game for all they want. Jaehyun doesn't give a flying fuck. He can win that money back in a single raise, the prizes get higher whenever he races anyway. For now, Jaehyun will uncharacteristically enjoy the domestic atmosphere surrounding your shared bedroom and vask in the warmth of your love.
How cringy. But just like how he watched that drama with you– Jaehyun couldn't care less as long as it's with you.
Read Cross' fic here! Share your thoughts?
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I'm horny so I'm writing about my thoughts.
warnings: nsfw, fem reader, mdni, blowjobs, sex in different positions, some size kinks, nipple play, possible breeding, man handling if u squint
words: idk I didn't count but it's a lot
ft:: yuji, kuroo, bokuto, and sukuna
Yuji Itadori🐅
He's been brain rotting for a while and it's annoying how much I think about him, but I love him too much to make him move out.
I love thinking about how heavy his cock must get when he's hard, and ready to come. It'd probably tilt with a thick vein pulsing along the underside so it makes him × 10 more sensitive when you suck him off. He's probably not super long like kuroo would be, but he'd definitely be on the thicker side.
I wouldn't be surprised if he turned out to be ashamed about being average, but I'm drooling over that stretch baby boy dw 🤤💞
He'd definitely taste.. interesting. I don't see him tasting super sweet like gojo or something, I see him tasting like a savory meal if that makes any sense?
Something like a meal you'd never want to forget or finish early. If yk what I mean, ty. 🙏
He'd definitely try and be gentle during sex and hand/blowjobs. Yuji knows he's a strong boy so being careful of his grip and thrusts is something he has anxiety about often. When he's close though, he'll be in cloud nine and forget what he's doing.
Bucking his hips while his thighs tense and practically vibrate as his climax nears. Praising him is such a great way to tell him "I'm okay" even though his cum's covering your face and lips.
Different positions he loves: doggy, reverse cowgirl, and missionary
While Yuji does think that your sex life needs lots of spice, he's really willing to do whatever it takes to make you cum! He loves the simple things, but watching you masturbate in front of him gets him drooling and hard.
Kuroo Tetsuro🐈⬛
He definitely makes me want to scream daddy at the top of my lungs but then want to cuddle him and kiss his forehead for hours while reading my favorite book or watching a horror movie.
Daddy? I'm sorry. Daddy? I'm sorry.
I get the vibe from kuroo that he lives to eat pussy to relieve his own stress.
Work getting too much? Eat pussy. Staying up too late fucking? Eat pussy + the cream pie. He'd like a girl that'd know how to edge and tease him, even though he'd flat out deny this.
He'd feel hot and heavy over constant teasing remarks or suggestive compliments. Offering a massage during a game would also make him want to kiss you and cuddle you for hours.
Kuroo loves spice.
He'll bring in some kind of toy like a vibrator or ask to fuck on the couch instead of in the bedroom.
(I wouldn't doubt he'd try role-playing.)
Kuroo's just above average with a slimmer cock, but it's big no matter how you put it. He's probably not a sweets guy, but I'd end up making him something like strawberries to make him taste like candy.
Kuroo himself probably tastes like bokuto and yuji since all of them are incredibly athletic and active in their daily lives. He's not ashamed of himself either and probably grooms regularly to keep it "presentable."
Positions and places he adores: the hook, standing doggy, anything that involves a counter
He'd probably try doing role plays that involve his job or his past. Like, volleyball coach fucks captain or something. He's a wildcard tho so I can't say for sure 😃
Bokuto Kōtaru🦉
A owl man that's energy is so contagious and sexy I'd like to eat his ass like a fucking meal— he's the obsession, he's the moment, he's a himbo sweetheart.
Bokuto doesn't hate his ass or his massive man tits, but he doesn't like that they steal the show. We all know that his ass was stolen from a bakery and that those thighs are illegal.
This might, or might not, be an unpopular opinion BUT I would eat his ass any day. I love this man's body sm it's like a plus with his sweet and energetic personality.
He'd be so touchie when it comes to sex, and he probably has a cute nickname for it tbh. He knows that his thighs are a weakness so he'll use them to slick up your pussy and panties while he's busy playing with ur tits and neck.
"feel good baby? Like my tongue?"
Verbal, loud, fast, and rough.
Bokutos strength shines through when the bed's creaking, your ass is jiggling beautifully on his pelvis, and your screams are nothing short of gorgeous. Bokuto loves to use your tits and hips as his personal love handles.
Massive calloused palms that are rough to the touch but feel amazing rubbing and flicking at your nipples.
His moans r loud but so hot. He'll also chuckle in a low tone if you cum more than once around his cock in the first round. (I would, I have.)
Positions? Yes: doggy, missionary, against the wall, in his lap, mating press
His cock is a proud 8 with a thickness that makes u think he stole a muffin or two to feed it. Damn does that stretch hurt but it sounds really good in your pussy!!!
Sukuna Ryomen😈
A devil in life, a devil in the sheets. He'll break your back and break you in one sitting but torture you with his many tongues. It's funny to think about Sukuna being disappointed when he first reincarnates since he doesn't have those swoll coc—
Sukuna is so wild during sex it's like a ride of its own. I'm basing this more on how he is in the manga and anime rather than a romantic version. So, let's begin shall we? ^^
Lord Ryomen does love a little challenge even though it thoroughly annoys him. Having a woman that's fully submissive for him and only him but will get on his nerves regularly makes him want to make sure you know your place over and over.
What better way than to fuck you with his monster cock(s)?
The Vessel version of him is definitely rougher than the true form. True form is bigger, but has a little patience in my opinion. Vessel version has none and since he only has one, he'll make another just to punish you.
My own personal favorite part of Sukuna isn't the tattoos, surprise surprise! I love them fucking biceps and that face. Both true form and vessel.
Tracing my fingers along them as a past time yes, but I'll be holding onto those arms for dear life while burning his face into my brain. Seeing how his eyes will shine while forcing my pussy to accommodate him.
Positions or mild suggestions?: Anything that allows him to fuck your pussy(and asshole let's be honest), does enjoy a show so maybe cowgirl, cuddle fucking when he's lazy or tired
His cock(s) have a powerful taste seeing as he's a cursed spirit rather than a normal human. I doubt he'll taste any better than what it normally tastes like, but I'd still suck it like my life depends on it 😭
Sukuna doesn't have an official size in his vessel for seeing as he can just change it to what he wants. But in true form, he is definitely over 8 inches and thicker than anything.
Take a Coke 2 liter bottle and imagine Sukuna's cocks. That's probably about accurate.
Loved writing for my favorite boys, and I honestly loved imagining them. I'm tagging some ppl I think would enjoy this, but if you want to be removed for any reason pls lmk!!❤️
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(NSFW) Telling JJK Men You Wanna “Suck Their Dick” (Black Fem! Reader)
A/N: 🧍🏾♀️ Idk..you all make such vulgar comments about wanting them to do illegal things to you so why not see how’d they react to you wanting to suck em off
CW: I mean look at the got dang title…
Ft. Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, & Choso
Gojo
“Of course you do.”
He laughed at your boldness before patting your head and walking away
“However I have to head to a mission so why not get your mouth ready for when I come back!”
It was almost 2 weeks you didn’t see Gojo after your …little request and you felt a bit of shame.
Granted you were kinda drunk when you asked
You knew Gojo wasn’t the type to let any female sleep with him so you most definitely was not an exception
That was until he knocked on your door at 11pm .
“Sat—“
Pushing you back with sudden kisses to your lips he began to smile on your mouth, his lips were very sweet and soft.
He shuts your front door and begins to unbuckle his pants
“So…did you work your jaw up like I told you?” He ask giggling pulling down his pants
Little did you know your offer was the only thing he had on his mind while he was gone
Toji
“$50.”
“What?!”
“You heard me.”
Mf wants YOU to pay HIM to suck HIS cock.
“No money no dick.”
“But I’m sucking YOUR dick.”
He didn’t care. He had places to be and women to scam if he wanted his dick sucked he’d just go next door or something.
He loved fucking with you though. You guys have had sex in the past and he wanted to always keep your sex life with each other casual but after a few months he actually started to like you, but he couldn’t get himself to do that so fucking with you is just better for his conscience.
Honestly when you offered he was shocked for a second since he is the one to have to make you suck his dick.
“Commonnnnn…. Lemme suck it. I’ll make you dinner.”
He nipped his lip lounging on your sofa with one arm over the couch and the other trying to hide his dick print because you absolutely got him hard being needy to suck him off
“Fine.” He sighed pulling down his pants “but don’t get mad if I use that pretty little throat of yours.”
Toji was truly a dickhead.
Geto
He smirked at you like this^^^^
“You have such a dirty little mouth don’t you…”
Honestly Gojo dared you to ask because he knew you had a crush on him
Geto knew you did
“I..um—“
“Sit on my face first.”
Hold tf on
You had no words to his demand. You felt shy and a little freaked out, was he being for real?
It became real when you seen him grab your hands to straddle you on the couch, he took off his black shirt and guided you upwards with your legs spread over his tatted chest as he laid on his back pulling his hair .
“Well?” He tugged on your bottoms, “Ganna finally grant me the pleasure of eating that pussy for you?”
Nanami
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.”
“I’ll let you angry fuck me.”
“…”
:D
“Maybe.”
Choso
He agrees way too quickly he almost feels embarrassed.
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to—“
“No! I do! I Just….”
He grabs your hand to feel the bulge already growing in his pants.
Boy gets hard so easily
“I wanna make you feel good too.”
He’s so precious pls
You both decide 69 was the best option and to be honest it was worth it. His tongue did wonders for you.
Somebody give this boy some pussy pls
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Mommy Issues
Your student is a little more convincing than he should be.
Word Count: 1,363
Warning: cheating, professor/student affair, oral (f receiving), pussy slapping, dirty talking, mommy kink, unprotected sex, creampie,
@seokjinkismet @bloodline1632
Your heels click against the hardwood floor, rushing down the quiet hallway. Classes were done for the day and the students were quick to scatter out - the weekend being eventful for them. By what you heard, there were a few parties and even club appearances that were going down while the students were off of school. You remembered when you were their age - about 10 years younger - and would frequent the same bars and clubs with your own friend. That's where you met Seokjin, your husband. Now, you were well into your thirties - not old by any means, but old enough to not be surrounded by those in their early twenties.
You glance around your surroundings before entering the vacant classroom. You twist the knob and push the door open and entered. You closed the door behind you softly, ensuring to lock it behind you.
"We don't have enough time. 30 minutes the most." you tell him, the tall boy leaning against desk with his arms crossed. Jungkook usually wore loose fitted tee shirts, but today he decided against it. Tight, black leather pants with a a matching tight black shirt. His tattoos were on display, more than they usually were. His hair was longer now than when University started - touching his shoulders and appeared wavy and soft. His lip piercing shines underneath the classrooms bright lights.
Jungkook pushes himself away from the desk and pouts. "Do I get to taste you?"
You swallow, legs feeling like jelly. You're embarrassed how easily Jungkook could make you wet.
As you come closer to him, Jungkooks arms snake their way around you. He brings you into his chest - you know he works out, but how solid he feels always amazes you.
Jungkook places his lips upon yours greedily, lip ring cold in contrast to his warm lips. But he doesn't dwell on the taste of your lips. He yanks you around and onto the desk, fingers digging into your skirt. He pulls it down in a hurry, wasting no time.
Jungkook licks his lips at the black lacy panties you wore. His head drops down and his tongue pokes out and licks along your clothed clit. You bite your lip. Jungkook was young and full of energy and the amount of times he was willing to sink his tongue into you was insane. He never got tired - and neither did you.
Jungkook hooks a finger into your panties and pushes the aside. He dives into it, kissing your clit a few times before flicking his tongue onto your engorged clit. You flinch, legs shaking at the sensation. Jungkook chuckles at your reaction, piercing dark eyes glancing up to you.
"Y-You got a new piercing." you murmur out, sounding more like a moan.
Jungkook continues to suck on your clit, nodding his head. "You like it?" he hums, tongue flickering your tongue. He could eat you out for hours. He knows that husband of yours didn't do it as good as he does.
You moaned - you loved it. Jungkook was amazing with his tongue and fingers - so amazing that it felt illegal to have a man like this walking the Earth. He was young sure, but seemingly expereinced. He'd finger you until you squirted on his chest and licked your clit until you literally begged him to stop. The piercing now was an added bonus.
Jungkooks hands holds your legs open wider and digs his tongue deeper onto you. His head shakes from side to side to further pleasure you more, your moans music to his ears. Understanding that he is the one allowing you this pleasure sends a wave of pride through him.
"J-Jungkook." you moan his name, so sweet and needy that he groans in acknowledgment. "Jin will be looking for me soon."
"Don't say his name." Jungkook hisses, nails digging into your thighs. He manages to push himself away from you, licking his lips. He hated to hear your husbands name. It was bad enough he had to see him day by day around the University.
Your eyes hazingly watches as Jungkook pushes his leather pants down, bulge dangerously large. He yanks his underwear down and grasps his cock. It's pink and veiny - beautiful. He isn't as hairy and you note he keeps himself shaved down and groomed.
Jungkook slaps the tip of his cock against your wet clit and chuckled deeply. "I bet you want your husband to see us."
Jungkook rubs his cock slowly, marvelling at how your wet pussy coats his cock beautifully.
"I bet you want him to see how good I fuck you." Jungkook centers himself at your entrance. "Matter of fact, I want you to ride me."
Your eyes open wider when you feel Jungkook slide you off of the desk. He switches the positions, sitting on the desk. He brings you closer to him, encouraging you to do as he says.
You manage to climb onto the desk, both feet planted onto either side of Jungkook. You grasp the base of his cock and center him at your entrance. You slide him inside and lower yourself slowly. You shiver, tightening around him.
You begin to rise and fall against him, hands onto his shoulders for support.
Jungkook's hands place themselves onto your ass, squeezing as you bounce ontop of him. His eyes watch the way you take his cock inside of you, riding him so needily while your moans fill the room. You were using him to pleasure yourself, allowing him the pleasure, as well. It was hard for him to watch you go home with your husband at the end of the day after he filled you so lovingly. He sat back and did as he was told - left no marks or bruises. No public display of affection - no matter how many times he wanted to kiss you and show everyone you were his.
"Your pussy feels so good, Mommy." Jungkook moans, but his eyes snap open wider and your hips stop.
Your eyes connect with his. Jungkooks hands drops from your ass, heart beating outside his chest, ready to explode.
"I-I'm so sorry." Jungkook swallows, throat dry. He felt like dying in this moment. He had grown far too comfortable with you that he allowed himself to feel vulnerable.
You place a hand on Jungkook's cheek and your lips curve into a soft smile. You lift yourself up and drop against, eyes never leaving Jungkooks. Your thumb rub against his cheek as you continue to ride him. "Your cock feels so good, baby." you moan, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "You make mommy feel so good."
You never did anything like this before. You knew this was wrong - you were cheating on your husband. Not only with another man - but a student you and him shared. You felt weak around Jungkook, right from the beginning. He would always compliment you - the way you taught them. The way your mind worked - and when the students would scatter out and he was left alone, his compliments would become more explicit. "I love the way that skirt looks on you." was one. "I can't wait to see how you'd look beneath me." was another - and somehow you allowed him to see just that.
Jungkook leans forward to wrap his arms around you. He thrusts just as you do the same. He holds you tight, never wanting to let you go. "I'm going to cum, mommy." he moans deeply into your ear.
You were, as well. Your arms wrap around Jungkook, hands rubbing along his head. "Cum for me, baby." you emcourage, eyes squeezing shut.
Jungkook is over the moon. He had the need to pleasure you and do as you say - wishing nothing more than to make you proud of him. He crashes his cock inside of you at an alarming pace until he's cumming deep inside of you. He twitches as he cums, but your hand rubs his head soothingly.
You allow Jungkook to sit with you into his cock grows soft. You swallow, head racking how in the world you were going to let Jungkook down gently like you were planning to upon arriving.
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Setting the Mood | c.s.c
Summary: After a gruelling day, you want to make your boyfriend feel better and care for him. You think you’re in charge, but that lasts only a little bit.
☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ♥ completed works
Word Count: 1901 Words
Pairings: Seungcheol x Female Reader
Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Smut & fluff
Content Warnings: Smut, fluff, mentions of a bathtub and candles and flowers and blindfolds.
Smut Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (don’t do this), pussy eating, swallowing, multiple orgasms, hand job in a bathtub. Swallowing, daddy kink, because it’s Seungcheol, duh, but very soft (mostly)daddy. Dirty talk and blindfolds, overuse of the nickname princess, baby, pretty girl and kitten. Muscle kink? Idk, man. Cheol is so fucking huge I want to cry. Facesitting. Cheol begs, squirting.
Authors Note: Listen, this man knows how to rile me up, and so here I am. Thank you so so much to @the-boy-meets-evil for beta'ing this. I love you so much Jess 💕 Also, as always thank you to @here4btsfics for reading this too and letting me know your thoughts! Also to @seungkwansphd I hope this helps the Cheol rot or contributes to it hehehe.
Tagging: @duhnova because ily and maybe I like being yelled at.
Banner Credits: @classicscreations
Cross Posted on AO3
© wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.
“Baby?” Seungcheol called out once he got home. After a gruelling day of dance practice, he wanted to hop into the shower and then crawl into bed with you in his arms.
“Hi, handsome,” you greeted, emerging from the bedroom and moving closer to him. His arms opened for you to settle in and hug him.
“You tired?” You asked Seungcheol nodded slowly, and you smiled against his chest.
“Follow me, handsome,” you said, letting go of his embrace, taking his hand in yours, and guiding him to the bedroom.
“What are you doing?” Seungcheol asked. You felt awful at the tone of his voice. He was so tired, and you knew he wanted nothing more than a quick shower and sleep, But you also knew your plan would make him so tired and feel so good that he’d sleep like a baby the entire night.
“Helping you. You do so much work, and, for once, I want to make my daddy feel good,” you said softly, guiding Seungcheol into the bathroom. Seungcheol smiled softly at you and turned that smile into delight the minute he took in the bathroom.
You lit vanilla and peony-scented candles around the bathtub, the tub overflowing with bubbles, and soft jazz music played in the background.
“Baby, I’m tired, I appreciate this, but I don’t think I have it in me to do a lot,” Seungcheol started to say.
“Daddy, tonight is about you. Let me do the work, please. I want to make you feel good,” you said softly, your hands moving to the hem of his shirt and pulling it off his toned body.
“They need to close the gyms. You’re so fucking big now, Cheolie,” you whispered, tracing your hands over him, gently grazing your nails down his well-defined pecs, slightly brushing over his nipples, and then resting your hands on his now rock-solid abs.
“But are you complaining, princess? I know you like it when I pick you up and fuck you against the wall,” Seungcheol teased, making you smile shyly.
“No, I don’t,” you said, smirking, your hands moving down to his grey sweats.
“These, however, are illegal, you’re killing me, and I’m sure your fans are writhing watching you in this fit,” you mused, making Seungcheol smirk,
“But only you can see it. Only you can touch,,” Seungcheol whispered low, making your core clench. “Only you can suck, can fuck…”
“No underwear?” You asked. You wondered when your hands went underneath his sweats and rubbed the tip of his cock, which was starting to harden, instead of another layer of material. Seungcheol shrugged in response.
“Again, are you complaining?” Seungcheol responded cockily.
“No, I’m not,” you responded, smiling, kneeling and pulling down his sweats. Seungcheol stepped out of the sweats and kicked them across the bathroom floor.
“Where do you want me, princess?” Seungcheol asked. You stood up and pointed to the bathtub. Seungcheol nodded, sighing softly in relief as the warm water immediately soothed his sore muscles,
“Fuck, this bath feels amazing,” Seungcheol moaned.
“Princess, can you join me?” He was looking at you with all the love possible in his eyes, and you immediately melted, nodding. You pulled your robe off, and Seungcheol groaned.
“Fuck, you were naked underneath that stupid silk this all this time?”
You just grinned in response. Seungcheol held out his hand, and you took it once you approached the tub to step into it. You climbed into his lap, and Seungcheol smiled, his hands encircling your waist, pulling you closer to his taut body.
“Daddy, this is about you, not me,” you pouted, making Seungcheol smirk.
“Okay, kitten, make me feel good,” Seungcheol said, laying back against the tub.
You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his plush ones. You melted into the kiss. Kissing Seungcheol was almost addictive. You couldn’t get over how soft his lips were, how plump they were, and how you would always end up seeing fireworks no matter where his lips were on your body. Seungcheol moaned into the kiss the minute your hand grazed his now fully erect cock. The moan allowed you to slip your tongue into his mouth and deepen the kiss.
You kept kissing Seungcheol, the one hand on his chest casually brushing over his nipples, which made him shudder and buck his length against your core.
“Baby,” Seungcheol pulled away from your lips to catch his breath and admire you. You moved your lips down to his neck, carefully pressing enough pressure to elicit a moan from him, but not so strong that it would leave a mark.
“Do you like it?” You asked Seungcheol, who lazily nodded, smiling at you, lust overtaking his handsome features.
“Touch me, please,” Seungcheol begged, and it shot straight to your cunt, making you smirk. It gave you all sorts of ideas about making this man, usually in control, beg. He must have read your mind because he quickly added a warning. “Let’s get this straight. This is the only time I’ll beg, pretty girl.”
“Well, now you at least know how I feel,” you teased after a roll of your eyes.
“Fuck,” Seungcheol breathed out when your hand wrapped around his thick cock. You didn’t move your hand, though, like you knew he wanted. You just wrapped it around the tip and ran your finger along his slit, the water allowing you to do that very quickly.
“I love you,” you said as you moved your other hand under the water to cup and massage his balls, making him tighten his grip on the porcelain tub.
“I fucking love you, and I’m not just saying this because you’re making me feel so fucking good, princess,” Seungcheol said, breathing heavily, and whined when you pulled your hands off his cock.
“Baby!” Seungcheol whined, making you laugh.
“Now you know how it feels, but I won’t torture you since I’m nice. Can you get out of the tub?” You asked, and Seungcheol nodded immediately.
You held Seungcheol’s hand, guiding him out of the tub and back to the bedroom.
You gently nudged him making him fall back on the bed, and crawled up, so your body was straddling his. You reached over to grab the silk blindfolds on the bedside table and gently placed them over your boyfriend’s eyes, which was almost torture for you because his eyes were so piercing. Still, you knew if you wanted to regain control over him, he couldn’t be staring at you, undoing you with a single look.
“Fuck, Cheol!” You gasped when Seungcheol’s hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you up to his mouth. You hissed in pleasure the minute his plush lips wrapped around your clit, and you hated how well he knew your body that he didn’t even need to see anything to make you fall apart.
“Cheolie, baby,” you mewled as he flicked your clit with his tongue. For the perfect contrast, his mouth enclosed your clit and sucked. You pulled the blindfold off his eyes because you loved watching him, especially sitting on his face. You loved seeing those eyes of his watch you fall apart at his mercy.
You sighed in pleasure one more time before reluctantly pulling your pussy off his mouth. You moved down his body, capturing his lips with yours in a soft kiss sighing softly when you tasted yourself.
“Can I ride you, baby?” You asked, and Seungcheol nodded, making you smile. You slowly moved down his body until you straddled his thick thighs. Lifting your hips, you aligned his thick cock against your entrance and hissed as you sank into his length.
“Princess, this is better when I prep you and get your pretty little pussy soaking fucking wet before I fuck you senseless,” Seungcheol said, smirking, earning a glare from you.
“This is about you,” you said, pouting and Seungcheol softened, nodding.
“Then take me, princess,” Seungcheol said, lying down, sighing the minute you lifted your hips and started to find a rhythm and a perfect position. At this angle, his thick length would hit all the spots inside you that made you clench tightly around his cock. However, Seungcheol was not one for giving up control in the bedroom, and not that you minded, but his need to be in control slowly kicked in.
“Ah, shit!” you gasped as Seungcheol started to rub your clit furiously. He got off on making you fall apart for him, and at this moment, he was convinced he was about to cum inside you any second, the way you were tightening around his cock. He would be damned if he came before you did. Your pleasure came above all for him, no matter how dominant he was.
“Baby, hold on,” Seungcheol said before carefully flipping the position so that you were now underneath him.
“Fucking hell,” you wailed out in pleasure as Seungcheol finally found a position that allowed him to pound into you. His thrusts were hard, relentless and purposeful. Each thrust pushed you closer and closer to your orgasm.
“Don’t. You’re going to cum again. I don’t care how many times that is, but I won’t stop fucking you until I cum, let the neighbours hear how good I fuck my baby,” Seungcheol spoke, his voice low and husky and gently biting your earlobe before continuing to fuck you hard. You were sure his back was now covered in scratch marks, and you felt your eyes roll back in pleasure. You knew he was trying to make you squirt. He loved it. He loved knowing he was the only one who could make you feel so good.
“Fucking hell, I’m close, princess,” Seungcheol breathed out. As his thrusts got sloppier, he suddenly pulled out and gave a quick instruction, “on your knees, princess.”
You shakily got on your knees and opened your mouth, allowing Seungcheol to position his cock against your open mouth. He stroked himself a few times before he released it in your mouth, groaning and hissing as he came. Seungcheol pulled his cock out of your mouth, but not before you licked his tip, making him whine in overstimulation, earning a playful glare. He pulled you back to your feet and lightly pushed you onto the bed.
“Ah, Cheol!” you screamed as he plunged two fingers into you and thrust them in and out of your cunt, furiously until you were screaming. All you could do was hold his forearm for support as you came, squirting over his fingers and the sheets. You felt lightheaded and smiled softly when you felt yourself being pulled into Seungcheol’s chest, his strong arms wrapping around you.
“Fuck, this was meant to be about you, baby,” you said, and Seungcheol could feel your pout on his chest.
“Princess, look at me,” Seungcheol said softly, and you looked up at him.
“You did fucking amazing, the bath was amazing, and you trying to be in control was adorable too, but you made me feel good,” Seungcheol said genuinely, making you smile.
“You tired me out enough, and I know I’ll sleep peacefully,” Seungcheol joked.
“Wait, Cheol! We need to change the sheets!” You exclaimed, jolting up only to be dragged back into Seungcheol’s arms.
“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve slept on sheets soaked with your cum. We can deal with it tomorrow. I need you in my arms to sleep.”
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Kinktober 27
🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞
Kinktober Masterlist
A/N: Nothing and no one can ever convince me that Lo'ak isn't an ass man. I will happily DIE on this hill. I just know he wouldn't be able to help himself. I hope you guys enjoy! All characters are aged up.
Pairing: Lo'ak x Fem!Na'vi!Reader
Warnings: Oral (F receiving), Fingering, Anal Play, Teasing
“Lo’ak!...” your voice is thready and wavering leaving your throat. Your face and chest pushed into the mat with your hips hiked up into the air while Lo’ak continues to have his fill of you from behind. Your vision is blurred from the overstimulation tears welling and spilling over your eyes. Lo’ak loved to eat you out and he somehow rarely ever needed to come up for air. The man was insatiable. It was clear that eating you out was very much more for his pleasure instead of yours. He’d often cum untouched just from the taste of you. He loved taking his time worshiping every inch of your body. Every inch.
“You just taste so good, baby. Fuck, I can’t get enough of you.” He says letting his tongue dive back into your dripping hole.
With the position he has you in right now, he can’t help the fact that he’s essentially eye-level with your other tight puckered hole. Lost in the misty fog of lust, he doesn’t hesitate to let his tongue travel up to circle around it. The little squeak you make has a fire burning deep in his belly and his cock twitching relentlessly.
“L-Lo’ak don’t! ‘s dirty!” you hiccup feeling the layer of embarrassment roaring underneath the pleasure still coursing through your veins. It’s only intensified by the light ‘pop’ he makes when he pulls his mouth away from you for a second.
“No, it’s not. It’s perfect. You are so damn perfect.” He says succumbing to his desires.
Your legs tremble when he pushes his tongue past the resistance of you and he groans in satisfaction. It’s surprising how it doesn’t hurt like you thought it would. But your surprise is only doubled by just how good it feels. The thing that’s really getting to your head, though, is all the sounds he’s making. Just how damn pleased he sounds while he’s eating you like a starved man. The sounds he’s making should be illegal. Not to mention just how sloppy his face is getting. His face is thoroughly buried between your ass cheeks and his fingers are toying with your clit, flicking and rubbing little circles.
“Mmf!...Haah Lo’ak! F-fuck!”
He finally tears his mouth away from you and just admires the way that your pussy and ass clench from his fingers still toying with your clit. He just can’t help himself when he uses his tongue to wet his thumb and probe at the little hole.
“W-wait!...” but Lo’ak is still lost in his own world feeling how your ass kisses the pad of his finger with each press against your skin. He just has to know how it feels. He feels like he may actually lose it if he doesn’t, so he lets his thumb press a little more into you until his fingertip pops past your entrance. It's a tight fit given that his other fingers have slid into your slick cunt and you've never felt so full from just fingers.
You cry out at the foreign feeling almost panicking, but the panic soon melts away into ecstasy. You could feel every ridge and bend of his fingers as he thrust them in both of your holes. They bump and rub against each other inside of you adding a whole new layer of pleasure to the experience.
“Lo’ak…not there!” you bury your face into the mat hoping to hide yourself, but of course you have nowhere to actually run. Then he leans down to your ear, kissing the shell lightly.
“Aw, what’s the matter, sevin? I thought you liked it. I mean look at how your tight little hole is just taking my finger so well. You just opened right up for me.” His teasing tone is too much for your brain to handle right now. All you can offer is whimpers and whines of humilitation in response.
“Hmmm maybe I should try fucking you back here sometime, huh?” The idea of him stretching you open in such a way makes you clench around his fingers. “Ooh you gonna cum, baby? You must want my cock in there really bad.” His fingers start alternating in their thrusts making your eyes roll and your thighs quake under your weight.
“Lo’ak! I’m gonna –” your words get caught in your throat as your whole body seizes and pleasure raptures your every nerve.
Your body goes slack and your hips fall to the mat, slipping Lo’ak’s fingers out of you on the way down. You become acutely aware of how empty you suddenly feel, but your body is too spent to make any moves.
“So good for me.” He whispers to you while kissing your temple and you smile completely exhausted. “And just know, I meant what I said. You should let me try fucking you back here sometime.” He smirks smacking your ass one solid time.
You playfully cut your eyes at him, “Maybe.”
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Me if they made it illegal to eat pussy
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Dad! anakin playing with your pussy while he’s driving…..
18+, smut, dead dove do not eat, fauxcest/stepcest, cheating.
"Stay still, there's a cop behind us," Dad!Anakin says calmly, as if is fingers weren't rubbing your clit. With one hand on the steering wheel, he makes sure to keep you attended and happy. What a good father.
You look over your shoulder, nodding and swallowing your nerves. This was your idea, so why are you so nervous? Well, it may be illegal, he may be your stepfather, and you may be close to coming... so let's say is just a mix of sentiments.
"Dad," Your sweet mumble makes Anakin look at you sideways. "I can't hold it."
"Yes you can," He answers, speeding when the green lights illuminates his handsome face. "Wait til' we get home. Your mom should be asleep, so we shouldn't have a problem," Ever the tease, he circles your clit faster, taking a moment to gather more of the slick pooling between your thighs to make it easier. His rough finger pad feels wonderful, making the struggle even harder.
"I can't, I'm going to come," You pressure him again, hoping this time he will be nice and let you come.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No, but—"
"No buts. Wait until we get home."
#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anya answers!#anon#dad!anakin#anakin skywalker smut#anakin skywalker x reader#anakin skywalker x reader smut
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Disrespectful.
Chapter four
𝒯𝓌𝑜 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒽𝓈 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇
This shit’s so good, should be illegal
Need round 2, I need the sequel
Hit the backboard like a free throw
You next level, you a cheat code
Can I by kehlani was playing in her office at a bit louder than softly. She told her assistant Jada that she was in a meeting virtually so she didn’t want to blast the music and raise any suspicions.
The music was to help her get lost in her thoughts, drown out the stress she had to carry on her shoulders for the day.
A sigh of content left her lips and she let her eyes roll to the back of her head, almost losing herself before Jada knocked on the door before slightly opening the door to peak her head in.
London’s head slowly rose up to look at the girl before bending her head to look at the paper scattered across her desk. “Something I can help you with Jada?” She softly asked.
“Just wanted to let you know that Mr. Monroe will not be able to attend to this year’s banquet but he will be sending his executive assistant in his place instead. Should we bring him in next week so that he is properly informed about our plans?”
London nodded her head but never lifted her head, “Whatever you think works. A-and make sure that you let everyone know that I’m not available for the next hour.”
Jada nodded her head and was quick to close the door behind her so she wouldn’t feel her boss’s wrath, if London wanted to be alone then she would leave her alone.
But in reality London didn’t know how long she could’ve played nonchalant before a moan slipped through her lips. Her eyes rolled back again, but this time her hand slipped under her desk to grip onto Roman’s hair as he continued to suck on her clit.
“She could’ve heard me.” She breathed out but Roman didn’t even look remorseful. His eyes watching her expressions as he devoured her. Wrecking the image she fought so hard to create. To everyone else, she was a boss woman but this is who she really was, a slut who was willing to ruin the reputation she fought hard to build all just she couldn’t keep her legs closed for him.
“I think you want them to hear.” Roman whispered huskily back to her, sliding the hand that was holding her thighs back to her pussy, index finger running along the slit before he slowly pushed against her entrance. “You want them to know how good I make you feel huh?”
He didn’t care for her response because his lips closed around her clit again, sucking and thrusting his fingers until the tip of his fingers touched the spongey spot that had her legs shaking.
“Fuck… baby wait-“ she tried but it was to no avail. He’s been playing nice long enough. He slipped a second finger into his and let his tongue lap at her leaking pussy.
Tears were pooling at the rim of her eyes, the feeling was something she could never get tired of. Roman always made her cum, always. And she knew this time wouldn’t be any different but damn was he prolonging it to prove his point: that he could make her cum anywhere and anytime. And anytime he wanted he could get her to happily open her legs to let him.
He was fucking right because here she was, even with her damn assistant in the room, he was hidden under that damn desk eating her out. At the revelation she could ask herself if she had any shame but the blissful feeling of the pleasure rippling through her body made her forget anything.
“I can feel it, go head baby. Cum for me, cum for Daddy.” He cooed out to her.
The churning in her stomach was intensifying and she knew she was going to cum for him. London didn’t really consider it a lost though because this feeling was too delicious, she’d probably lose every single argument on purpose if this was the outcome of it.
The tears that were pooling from her eyes fell as she felt herself get lost in her orgasm. But Roman didn’t stop there, he had lifted himself from between her legs and placed his mouth on hers swirling his tongue around hers so she could taste the flavor of her juices.
His fingers stayed in the same place, slowly thrusting to help her ride it but continuing. He wanted another. London whimpered, her hand sliding down to grasp onto his wrist but his pace stayed the same. “Gimme another one.” He muttered against her lips.
The pace of his fingers started picking up again, both fingertips pressing deliciously against her spot. His mouth never left hers, swallowing all of her moans as he devoured her.
The kiss was sloppy but London loved it. Roman was always so put together, very calculated, she liked that he would get so messy with her. Almost as if he couldn’t control himself when it came to her and that turned her on.
“Roman.” She softly moaned out trying to warn him but her climax came quicker and harder than she expected. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as a loud moan slipped through her lips. Her head fell back, chest pressing into his as her back arched against her office chair and her legs trembled.
The rouse of trying to keep quiet was over, but how could she be quiet anyway when he made her feel like this. His voice rumbling softly in her ear as he talked her through it.
“There you go baby. That’s it. You did so good cumming for me like that, that’s all you needed huh? Wanted Daddy to get rid of all that stress huh?” He cooed and London nodded her head, slumping against the chair.
“I’m not done with you yet baby, we’ve only got an hour.”
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Friday night caught London at Sienna’s house for a girls night. Nora, London and Sienna all sat in the living room with a half cup filled with wine and they were catching each other up on their lives.
Covered in satin pajamas and soft jazz playing in the background to help them unwind from their week.
“I barely sat down in the chair to get my hair done, some random girl ran up on my hairdresser. Can you fuckin imagine?” Sienna recalls her encounter at Milan’s salon two days prior.
Nora huffed out a short laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. “I keep telling you to stop visiting these random salons because you can’t let everybody play with your hair but you never wanna listen to me.”
The girls talking became kind of like background noise when London’s phone buzzed in her hand again to let her know she got another text notification.
Roman: Would you rather Italian or French?
London: For what?
Roman: Dinner. Me and you. Next week, Wednesday night.
Roman had the tendency to invite her out. And before she would decline every outing but recently, she found herself agreeing to go out sometimes.
It wasn’t always, because James was starting to question why she was always going out but, on the days where she really missed him after not seeing him for a couple weeks cause of his job, she found herself wanting to be around him.
London bit her lip as she thought about it; the last time she seen Roman was two days ago when he ate her out in her office till she begged and cried for him to stop, fucked her for good measure and then left to fly out to whatever city he had to be in for work.
They had both agreed that would be their last intimate session. London expressed she couldn’t keep doing it, and Roman respected her decision. What was a harmless dinner between two friends?
“I know that’s not James blowing ya phone up on girls night.” Sienna’s voice brought her back to reality, lifting her head up to find both Nora and Sienna watching her like a hawk. Her phone buzzed again.
Roman: I won’t touch you, I promise. Just miss having meals with you as a friend ❤️
“Damn; can I have my face back?” London retorted, raising an eyebrow at the two.
Nora rolled her eyes, “Girl please. She ain’t tell you she’s been fucking Roman?”
Both Sienna’s and London’s eyes widen in shock. London’s because her sister ran her mouth and Sienna’s at the news.
“Nora!” London exasperated
“WHAT!” Sienna yelped out at the same time, raising her hand for a moment. “Hol’ up. You mean to tell me I helped you sneak off with that man at his wife’s birthday party and you couldn’t tell me you actually fucked the man!?”
London let out a quiet groan, her head falling back for a moment. It wasn’t something she was proud to announce… she’s cheating on her husband with another married man, how the fuck was she supposed to tell her that?
When She lifted her head back up, Sienna huffed again as she waited for London to explain herself.
“First of all, I’m not fuckin him anymore. And second of all, Nora you’re the one who told me to go sleep with him in the first place!”
“London, you made out with him at his wife’s-“ Nora starts but London was quick to cut her off.
“I know what happened bitch, you don’t have to keep repeating it!” London snapped
“So stop acting confused. I only told you to finish what the fuck you started, don’t put the blame on me. You damn near gave him the pussy the first time anyways, you should be thanking me. You’re welcome.” Nora winked as she took a sip of her wine.
Before London could reply back to her sister, Sienna inserted herself into the conversation.
“UM HELLO? Anyone wanna talking about how you’re ACTUALLY FUCKING ROMAN!?” Sienna shouted, the shock feeling has not left her at all. Her eyes almost wild and searching as she waited for London to explain.
“I’m not fucking him anymore.” London corrects. Nora scoffs at her but doesn’t say a word.
“After the party” London starts, ignoring her sister. “I ignored him because I just knew if I seen him, I would’ve remembered that night and just fuck him, not caring about my marriage-“
“Which you’ve managed to do anyway, but continue.” Nora quickly added before giving London the floor again.
“I went to Nora about it because I didn’t know what else to do but she kept telling me to grow up and talk to him and I decided I wouldn’t. James is a good man, he didn’t deserve that you know?” London continued to explain, sighing at the end.
“Okay. I’m hearing a whole lotta nothing.” Sienna huffed out, placing her cup down to focus on the conversation. “Spare me the lame details bitch cause I can really do without.”
London raised an eyebrow at her friend. “You wanna hear the story or not?” After a moment of silence she continued to unfold the moment of events. “I didn’t want to; but Roman wasn’t going to have me ignoring him for any longer so he came to my job to confront me.”
Her skin became littered with goosebumps as she relieved the story on how this all started just two months ago.
“It didn’t help how a couple nights before, Nora kept telling me to just get it out my system. Just Fuck him and get it over with. So when he asked me if I…. desired him the same way he desired me I thought… why not.”
The silence in the room was driving her crazy. Sienna just sat there listening to her friend admit that she committed adultery.
“You… nasty bitch.”
London groaned again, leaning back against the sofa. “I know. And the worst part is… I don’t regret it. He fucked the shit outta me Sienna. He made me cum four fuckin times in my office.”
“IN YOUR OFF- BITCH!?” Sienna shrieked in surprise. London was very proud of the reputation she gave herself at work, especially after taking over her father’s business and to hear that she let herself go on those same grounds left her shook. But then she let the sentence repeat in her mind on more time.
“Hol up, he made you what?” She asked, hoping she heard her friend clearly.
“Cum four time, that’s why her ass kept running back to him. Fucked her so good she forgot where her real home was at.” Nora replied with a laugh.
“Four times, back to back?” Sienna asked curiously
“Girl I tapped out at round one, he fucked my shit up.” London confessed. “I went to see him again later that night because we promised to talk, I didn’t even give him a chance, I fucked him right at his driveway. And we kept fucking that entire weekend: in the pool, the kitchen, in the shower, on the balcony.” She listed off, reminiscing with a soft sigh.
“It was supposed to a weekend thing and then we’d be done with it but… It’s been two months now.”
“Two…. Two months!? You’ve been…” Sienna just couldn’t believe it; she was at a loss for words. “Bitch I’ve been at your house at least four times these past two months. You kept me out the loop for sixty days!?”
Nora busted out laughing while London rolled her eyes.
“How was I supposed to just say I was cheating on my husband? That ain’t something you proudly say Sienna.”
“Oh Bitch don’t give me that sob story. You wasn’t proud to tell me but you’ve been bustin them legs wide open with no shame huh?”
London didn’t even know what to say. She was getting read for filth because Sienna was right. She wasn’t shameful enough to stop fucking Roman… until now.
“Okay. Y’all need to relax on me. Let’s not forget you two encouraged this. You two demons ain’t no better than me, putting bugs in my fuckin ear. Wasn’t it you who told me to go enjoy myself at the party, while you steady bringing it up.”
“London you are 34 years old. Get the fuck over yourself; ain’t nobody put a gun to yo’ head and tell you to fuck that man. Be a woman about it and just say you like fucking him. He beat it up better than James do and that’s why you keep running back, stop blaming everybody else.” Nora stated seriously at her sister.
“Yeah girl, I mean… okay so we pushed you. But these lil two months? Baby that was all you. I’m just upset cause why the fuck am I the last to know?” Sienna pouted, folding her arms across her chest.
“I didn’t know how to tell you. But, now there’s nothing to tell. James is a good man and he doesn’t deserve that. So I told Roman we had to cut it off.” London explained before her phone buzzed again.
Roman: ?
“So since you cut it off, is that James?” Nora asked smartly with a small smirk on her face as she pointed towards the phone.
The pregnant pause gave the girls the answer they were looking for. Sienna busted out laughing.
“Cut it off my ass.”
“It’s not like that, he just wanna go out to eat.” London tries to explain
Nora snorts, yeah fuckin right. “If you wanna play stupid, we can to ya know?”
“It’s not like that, I promise guys. Whatever Roman and I had is over.”
And even though London announced it with upmost confidence, not a single person in that room believed a word that came out of her mouth.
London: French. Pick me up at 8.
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Roman wanted to be true to his words. He would not touch London tonight. Plus, she was right. He needed to shift all that sexual tension to his wife, not her.
He sent a driver over to pick London up and now he was waiting. He’d already order them champagne and was seated waiting for her to arrive.
It was fifteen minutes after 8, so he was still waiting. His mind running a million miles a minute, she wouldn’t stand him up right? They could still be friends even after everything has transpired between them, he couldn’t see why not. Before anything happened between them he’s had the upmost respect for her and it didn’t dwindle because they both gave in to their sexual feelings for each other.
“Penny for your thoughts?” A soft voice spoke to him, breaking him out of his daze as he turned his head to where the voice came from.
His eyes scanned her from her head to her feet, her legs displaying beautifully in her dress. If there’s one thing that Roman couldn’t deny, it’s how beautiful she is.
“Nothing crazy.” He replied, standing up from his seat to walk up to her and giving her a tight hug.
Her perfume was intoxicating, overclouding his senses as he wrapped his arms around her lower waist and London’s arms wrapped around his neck.
They rocked back and forth in a friendly manner but the hug lasted longer than it should have. His arms tightened around her waist and flashes of him holding her against the wall with him holding her up by her thighs as he thrusted in and out of her ran through his mind.
Get it together Roman. He scolds himself, London wasn’t a piece of meat, she’s his friend.
London’s arms tightened around him too, almost as if she was trying to remember this feeling of him in her arms before she let go.
When they finally let go of each other, he held out her seat for her to take a seat.
“You look good. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say your efforts were for me.” He stated teasingly, a small smirk on his face.
“Luckily you know better Mr. Reigns, I dress like this on the regular for myself.”
This was a fact; London loved to dress to impress and majority of the time the person she was looking to impress was herself.
A smile broke out on Roman’s face as the familiarity of the tone of conversation. This was the London he’d met.
The two fell into their old dynamic easier than they thought, London telling Roman about work and her upcoming work trip that she has coming up that she was dreading.
Roman filled her in on whatever was running through his head at the time, whether it was whatever scheme he had planned next for him and the twins to execute or whatever Paul suggested was the best thing to do for the business.
They chatted it up like two friends would have the entire time and before they knew it; two and a half hours had gone by. Roman called for the check and London bit her lip in thought.
You’ve been doing good for a week London, don’t do anything to fuck it up. She thought to herself when he paid and walked her to the driver he had set out for her.
The two walked close, arms brushing against each other as they took slow steps to the car. And even though she shouldn’t have, a small part of her was hoping that he would push her up against the car and ravish her in a way she’s become accustomed to in these past two months.
But instead, Roman gave her another long hug. His scent overpowering her own, she knows it’ll linger in her clothes on her way home. She was tempted, just turn your head and press your lips against his she had thought. But it was a passing thought that she didn’t execute because he had pulled away from their embrace and bid her a goodnight.
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Roman came home in search of his wife and jumped on her the second he found her. He pulled her into a hot searing kiss, Tiara was took by surprise but she let herself get lost in the kiss.
It’s been a while since her husband has come back from work and has been in the mood so she was going to jump at the opportunity, she’d missed her husband. And as they teared each other’s clothes off each other she could feel how much her husband had missed her.
Gripping on her skin to press it impossibly closer to his own. Ravishing her skin with his lips like he’s never done before. And when he put her in position, he flipped her onto her stomach, Face down ass up.
“Fuck… wait Roman it’s-“ Tiara cut herself off with a moan as Roman thrusts himself mercilessly into her. Skin clapping against the other and moaning were filling the room as Tiara called out her husband’s name in pleasure.
Unbeknownst to her, Roman’s mind was elsewhere thinking of the woman he had just left. London’s moans were playing loud in his head, he almost couldn’t hear anything else. His hands tightened on Tiara’s hips, in the morning will probably be marked as he continued to slam his hips into hers.
London made him promise that he’d shift all his sexual desires away from her and back to his wife. But if he thought of her the whole time, it wouldn’t have been anybody’s business but his own.
Meanwhile, London laid in her bed naked with her legs open and fingers running up and down her slit.
Roman’s scent was still inked on her skin, it was almost as if he was here in the room with her. She couldn’t help herself, she tore her clothes off as soon as she got home and couldn’t get him off her mind.
When she finally pushed her fingers through her entrance her eyes rolled shut. One hand tweaked at her breast and the other thrusting inside of herself. She could almost feel him.
His hands pressed down against her back to keep her in position as he thrust inside of her at a face pace, “You runnin’ from me London? I thought this was big girl pussy, where you going?” He taunts as he pulls her closer to him. The tip of his dick just kissing her cervix causing her to wince a little in pain but the pleasure felt so good.
Her fingers had picked up speed as she reminisced about one of her sessions with Roman. The squelching noises from her fingers filled the room along with her moans.
How many times was Roman going to make her feel like a horny teenager?
Thats how she felt as her fingers pressed against her spot, bucking against her own hand at the feeling. “Roman.” She moaned out as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
“C’mon baby, I know you can handle it, throw it back for me.” He encouraged, letting his grip on her waist go to watch her throw her ass back to him. The sounds of her skin clapping against his as she fucked him back filled the room, he had no doubt that whoever was near his locker room could hear them.
“Fuck Daddy, you feel so good.”
“So good, you gon cum for me baby?” He whispered to her
“Yes. M’gonna cum for you Daddy.” She moaned aloud, repeating her previous words to him as she continued to finger herself to ecstasy. A loud moan echoed throughout her room as her back arched from the bed as she came to the memory of her and Roman.
As her eyes rolled back into place and she panted while trying to catch her breath, only one thought cross her mind: how long was she going to be able to get over these sexual desires for Roman?
And halfway across the city, as he watched his wife succumb into slumber Roman wondered the same thing.
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Personally I like this chapter WAAYY more than chapter 3. I can’t wait to give you guys chapter five😭🫶🏾
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