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𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

He’s so cocky at first, smirking when you bottom down on his length. “Think you can handle it baby? Take your time if you need to kay? I know it might be too much f’ you.” He chuckles.

You raise a brow in amusement. “Oh i can handle it baby, can you?” Was what you’d first said. And that question hadn’t changed since.

His lips parted in breathy groans and heavy breathing as his hands find your waist. Lips red and swollen from biting them as his eyes looked up at you almost pleadingly. “F-fuck baby.. you’re— shit, going so f-fast. Wanna slow d-down hmm?”

You smile widely, back arching as you lean down to kiss his jaw softly. Giving a false hum in thought. “Mmm.. you can take it.” He lets out the most cry like moan, head falling back into his pillow as his hips jerk upwards. Body trembling lightly when his eyes met yours.

“Shit— please baby. You d-don’t know how fucking- haah.. how fucking tight she’s grippin’ me right now.” He was referring to the way your snug walls stroked up and down his length with every harsh bounce of your hips. “I’m gonna— o-oh fuck, gonna cum again.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the crack in his voice. Your head tilted to the side as you coo teasingly. “Yeah? Gonna be a good boy n cum f’ me baby?”

He chuckles shakily, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as his cock twitches inside you. “God i fucking love you— ahh, even when you’re milking my cock like you hate m-me.” His senses were heightened, ears picking up the every squelch on your sopping pussy and his cock feeling every ridge of your gummy walls.

He lost it when you began rolling your hips sensually. Your thighs sticking to his at the mere amount of slick that joined you two. Your wetness and his cum seeping between your folds and down his girth, turning your skilled movements sloppy as you rut your hips.

You brought a hand to his face, using your nail to brush his hair off of his sweaty forehead. “C’ mon.. let it all out.” You smiled sweetly, eyes holding a dark glint when his eyes turn teary. Small beads of water pooling at his lids before he’s crying out your name.

Overly sensitive cock aching as he spills yet another load into you. Pumping the thick white substance till you’re pumped full. The rest of the substance spurting back onto him at the lack of space.

You let out a moan, “Wow baby- there’s so much. Might.. might just be your biggest load yet.” You were getting tired, but you’d never let him know that. You swear you hear him whimper when you capture his lips with yours slowly beginning to rock your hips again.

“Shit— don’t think- d-don’t think i can give you any more baby. Feels like my cock’s gonna f-fall off.” He panted, trying to keep himself together when he felt you jerking him off with your smug walls again. A small tremble raking through his body each time your ass landed back down.

His hand left your waist to cover his reddening face. Unable to hide the cherry shade of his ears and neck as he whimpered yet again. Choking out a string of moans with tears staining his cheeks when you shush him gently, “‘S only one more baby, give me one more.”

You were the only one with the ability to truly break Satoru if you tried.

confused yet erotic cursed man who loves worshipping his lover

daddy~

retired pornstar!ghost would write a script just for you both, only so he can call you his wife or something.

also, he has you cockwarming him while he writes it in his office.

also also, price would come in unexpectedly, thinking ghost's alone.

"jesus, simon. next time lock the door."

not only does price not sound upset, he also doesn't stop looking at your naked pussy- how it drips desire, neglected clit swollen from your arousal.

"gettin' caught's half the fun, innit love?" his shifts in the leather-covered chair, sinking deeper into you.

a garbled mhm spills from your pretty lips.

"see? even my personal little cock sleeve agrees."

2 things happen here.

1) john just snorts and pointedly levels a look at simon while locking the door before leaving

or

2) he closes the door, locking it behind him and with your explicit permission, licks a broad stripe from ghost's slick-coated balls up to your stiff pearl.

hehe

a small moment

he realizes he loves you

tw// nsfw implied/mentioned and unedited

she was the only one who could catch simon by surprise.

knocking at his room door at two in the morning in pajama bottoms with a bottle of bourbon in one hand and a tablet in the other… you were a strange one. so small and yet chaotic. gruffly, “what do ya want?”

with a sickly sweet smile, she lifts the bottle up. “wanna drink with me?”

“its half past two a.m.”

“okay, and?”

twenty minutes after, you were both sat on the headboard with her tablet propped up on a pillow playing a show shes been wanting to watch but hadn’t gotten around to yet. simon had questions he wanted to ask to help understand why she came and why she wanted to be there with him. he was used to being feared and not familiar with… whatever this was.

he looked over and examined her, trying to find answers in her expressions rather than her words.

she was pretty. stupidly so. it was unfair really. adorable and persistent. buzzing around wherever he went like a bee lured in by nectar in a sweet smelling flower. so pretty with that little pout on her lips as she watched whatever the fuck she put on. he was more drawn in to how her eyebrows scrunched together and her eyes filled with pools of feeling that he couldn’t understand. but strangely he wanted to try to understand. he wanted to understand her and this need to touch her. not just kiss down her belly and make her whimper and writhe but to hold her. keep her warm, safe, fed. try to understand her unpredictability. he wanted to tell her but he couldn’t help but think that she knew. why else would she be here?

but her eyes look at him and catch his blank stare. hes warm beneath the balaclava. “you okay?” she doesn’t know. if she did then she would know he isn’t. he isn’t and he needs more bourbon. he isn’t and he needs her closer.

instead he hums. and he says yes. because at least she’s here.

Thinking about being fucked by Simon and Price at the same time.♡

Bent over the captain's desk, Simon's thick cock ramming in and out of your sopping cunt at a punishing rhythm while Price muffles your moans with his long cock, pushing into your throat as deep as he can while caressing your hair, a sheer contrast to the way he purposely left the door half-open, letting you know that it's fully on you whether or not your 3 get in trouble<3333