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He'll gift you 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄, he loves your 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍

Yuuji Itadori x f!reader

summary: Emotions aren't an option, but self destructing is. Yuuji Itadori is keeping everything to himself, while you are painting on a smile and pretending you're fine. Nothing is fine. Which one of you will admit it first?

genre: angst and smut. dark content ahead.

series warnings: substance abuse, pining, manipulation, dubcon, suicide ideation, mental health struggles.

word count: 13.1k

This is going to be very heavy so please take care of yourselves and be wary of the tags. If it's too much or too dark for you please do not read - you are responsible for your own safety. Please take care and stay safe 💕

This is part of @httptamaki's shuffle collab! Thank you for letting me take part ✨the song I got was summertime in paris by Jaden & Willow Smith.

I also made a playlist for this series, you can listen to it - here

chapter one: When I'm Not With You I Feel Awful

18+, pining, masturbation, noncon listening, voyeurism??, degradation, fingering, vaginal sex, depression, signs of mental illness, self loathing, cheating mention, daddy kink, jealousy.

chapter two: She Likes My Ideas, She Says I'm Thoughtful

18+, alcohol consumption, drug use (weed), paranoia, cheating mention, self-loathing, unhealthy coping mechanisms, reader gets called a 'bitch', physical altercation, suicide ideation.

chapter three: It's Because Of You I can Exist, I Swear

18+, dubcon (they both want to but he's a little hesitant), vaginal sex, oral sex (m receiving), cock kissing, cock worship, a lil gaslighting??, virginity loss, inexperienced yuuji, hair pulling, edging, self consciousness, oral fixation, clit rubbing.

chapter four: I Just Don't Want To Get My Heart Broke

18+, signs of mental illness, teasing, touching, arguing, suicide ideation, blame placing.

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OMG OMG OMG JUL THIS IS AMAZING😭 I'M CREAMING🥰

𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞

pairing: hanamaki takahiro, iwaizumi hajime, matsukawa issei, oikawa tooru x f!reader

summary: every sorority has their own form of initiation; it just so happens that the initiation rites of the sorority you’re pledged to requires the assistance of a certain fraternity.

genre: smut, frat au

warnings: 18+. dubcon, gangbang, objectification, sleazy and slightly misogynist seijoh 4 (they’re frat boys duh), corruption, virginity loss, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, reader is blindfolded, exhibitionism, voyeurism, size kink, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), face-fucking, facial, bukkake, handjobs, dacryphilia, spanking, spitting, hair pulling, pussy slaps, nipple play, degradation, praise, creampie, cumplay

word count: 8.3k

author's note: (this fic is also known as sororitite <3) um so i didn't think it would be this long....but whatever it's seijoh four anyway <333 remember to stay away from frat boys if they're not 2d ! ! ! please let me know if i missed any warnings! (MINORS DNI)

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[9:15 PM]

“you really know how to pick your pledges, emi-chan.”

the smooth and lilting voice makes you shiver involuntarily, causing goosebumps to rise over your arms as you hug yourself. your bare feet nervously shuffle over each other as you bite your lower lip in anticipation.

you’re sure you wouldn’t have reacted this strongly over a voice if it weren’t for the fact that you’re just in your matching set of underwear in a room full of people—boys—you don’t know, save for your future sorority president.

what makes matters worse is that you’re blindfolded with a thick black cloth that emi made you cover your eyes with just before you entered the door. temporarily losing your eyesight already made you jumpy, but it’s the fact that you’re half-naked in a room with college boys that’s making you more apprehensive.

and for what? because it’s all part of the initiation to a sorority you don’t wholeheartedly want to be a part of?

it sucks being a naïve freshman who got warped into the webs of greek life after a few choice words and most likely empty promises of ‘sisterhood’, but to someone like you who always wanted to feel a sense of belonging, emi’s warm eyes and saccharine words sealed the deal.

you just wish you knew what kind of initiation her sorority had before you pledged yourself to it. is this even legal?

you have an inkling on what’s going to happen which makes you scared and deep down, kind of excited? the little angel on your shoulder is telling you to scurry out of here while the devil on the other side is coaxing you to stay, to accept what’s going to happen. after all, did you really experience college if you didn’t do something wild at least once? is what the little red girl is saying and judging by how your feet are still rooted on the cold floor, it’s safe to say who won over your brain, isn’t it?

“where are your pledges, huh?”

gauging by the whiny tone of her voice, you can picture emi with her arms crossed, accentuating her assets paired with her signature pouty bottom lip jutting out. a deeper, more gravelly voice cuts in and you can’t help but incline your head to his direction as you try to form a face in your head. your movement doesn’t go unnoticed, however, because you feel the bed dip on either side of you as two large and warm hands rest on your bare thighs.

their heated touch makes you jump, letting out a small noise as your temporary blindness makes all your other senses more intense.

“you got a voice kink or something?” the raspy voice in your right ear makes you jerk away from the proximity, but not before bumping into another warm body on your other side.

“stop teasing her, dude. look at how the cute thing is shaking,” a softer, more laid-back voice quips in, making you whimper as he bites your earlobe between his teeth.

“but i gotta say, sweetheart. your bra and panties are sexy as fuck. you wore this for us?” he whispers sultrily against your ear, his fingers playing with the thin strap of your bra as he drags it down your shoulder, making you whine as he presses soft kisses on your flushed skin.

you’re not used to attention like this. no one has even touched you like this at all, for fuck’s sake. but his trail of questioning is cut short when someone clears their throat, and you just know it’s the guy who kick started this.

“anyway, they’re off doing their own initiation,” he says boredly, pausing for effect as your ears catch the tell-tale signs of moaning and thumps against the wall, making your hot skin flush even more. the guy toying with the waistband of your panties scoffs, and you can imagine him rolling his eyes from the tone he’s using towards your president.

“that could be us and this cute little pledge right here too, if you hadn’t insisted on joining in ‘dropping’ her off. is she your kid or something?”

“fuck off, dickhead.”

emi’s choice words make you wince but the four guys in the room are undeterred, and she huffs even more when the one she gave an attitude to just chuckles at her. if you aren’t wearing your blindfold now, you’d see how there’s practically steam coming right out of her ears.

“run along, emi-chan. we know what we’re doing here. you don’t have to worry,” the smooth voice attempts to placate her, but it backfires because you hear her make an angry noise as her heels click against the floor.

“you told me that you’re just going to watch, not participate!”

“i don’t recall saying anything like that at all, emi.”

“fuck you, tooru!” she shouts at one of them before she closes the door with a resounding slam. one of them sigh heavily as they get up and lock the door, effectively making sure that you won’t be interrupted.

the two boys on either side of you chuckle at emi’s spectacle, but are not unphased by her actions, seeing as they have yet to keep their hands and mouths off of you.

“she’s mad that you didn’t fuck her during freshman year when you were both pledges,” the raspy voice quips, his tone light and teasing. ‘tooru’ sighs as he clicks his tongue and you hear him walking over to where you’re being teased and touched. even without seeing him, you know he’s looking down at you, at your parted lips, flushed cheeks, and slightly heaving chest.

“it wasn’t my choice. she got to fuck the president at the time anyway, didn’t she?” he says as he lightly caresses your cheek, the intimate action making you lean your head into his palm.

if you could see him right now, you’d see that his brown eyes are glowing with mischief as a smirk graces his handsome face.

“let’s cut the crap with this blindfold shit, emi won’t know anyway. right, pretty girl?”

just as he says it, the guys on either side of you pull on the ribbon tails that emi tied. you make a small sound as the thick cloth is ripped away from you and your eyelids twitch from the sensation of light hitting them.

“open those eyes for me, yeah?”

you follow him, fooled by the softness in his voice as you rub your eyes, slowly opening them as you adjust to the dim yellow-orange lighting of the room. when your eyes finally fall into focus and the blurriness dissipates, the first thing you notice is the shirtless, tall, and lean form of whom you vaguely know as oikawa tooru, the current president of the gamma zeta nu fraternity—allegedly emi’s boyfriend.

judging by how the room doesn’t look like a regular frat boy’s den, it’s probably his, which brews even more discomfort inside of you because you know…you’re half-naked in the room of your sorority president’s boyfriend.

you gape at him, confusion swirling in your head as you try to make sense of everything. you clear your throat, gulping down a multitude of questions threatening to burst from you.

“but…but we’re supposed to keep it on since we have to guess the order of who…you know,” you bite your lip as your voice trails off at the end of your sentence, face heating up even more at what you’re too embarrassed to say. the two boys beside you laugh as they lean back on their arms on the bed, while the brooding and unamused vice president—who you know as iwaizumi hajime—just watches the whole ordeal with an intensity that he’s infamously known for.

“then i guess you shouldn’t tell emi that you’re a bad girl who cheated, hmm?” oikawa taunts you as he boops your nose, relishing in your doe-eyed confusion and innocence. you’re a stickler for the rules, huh? he can’t wait to see just what you’re made of.

“besides there’s no fun in fucking a girl when you can’t see her eyes,” one of the boys from your side—mattsun—quips and you wince at his crudeness which makes his pink-haired best friend makki laugh at your uncomfortable body language. he doesn’t let up, however, joining mattsun in goading and teasing you. “for sure, there’s always something about a girl’s eyes when your cock first enters her pussy.”

oikawa quietly chuckles at his friends’ antics while iwaizumi grunts noncommittally. he wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t interested in indulging in whatever fucked up iniation rites they have going on, right? he’s an expert with the tough guy act, after all.

“something you’ll find out soon enough, sweetheart,” mattsun whispers in your ear and you gulp when both boys kiss the sides of your neck. your head is starting to swim and the warmth and softness of their lips is making your tongue loose, so you can’t help but blurt out and stutter the one question that’s been plaguing your mind. it doesn’t help that oikawa is just standing in front of you—the guy who you have so many questions for.

“a-aren’t you emi’s b-boyfriend? she’s…she’s clearly not okay with this,” you say weakly and that seems to break mattsun and makki from their mission of melting you into a puddle because they all laugh—even iwaizumi—who leaves you just a teensy bit star struck because of how handsome he looks while laughing.

“sure, if your definition of a boyfriend is someone who fucks anything with a pulse,” iwaizumi replies after his chuckles die down, his eyes still crinkling at the sides with the corners of his lips slightly upturned. he regards you with his dark and deep green eyes, making you shiver at the intensity with which he observes your half-naked and flushed body.

“emi’s just obsessed with him, doll,” he informs you, eyes boldly checking you out. “but i think we know why emi tagged along today,” iwaizumi smirks to himself, as if he’s satisfied with what he has seen and discovered.

“she’s worried cause you’re competition,” oikawa reveals, which doesn’t help at all because you’re even more confused than before. makki and mattsun groan at your lack of awareness, guess they have to take matters into their own hands. literally.

“i mean look at you, you’re sexy and hot as fuck,” mattsun whispers in your ear, but his words fly over your head because you whimper when his hand cups your barely covered pussy, his middle finger gently stroking your slit through the fabric.

“bet you’re a virgin too, huh?” makki adds, having changed his position on the bed until his bare chest is pressing against your back, which isn’t the only thing that’s pressing against you, by the way. his hands cup your tits, slender fingers softly pulling and tweaking your nipples until they’re hard and pointed.

their groping and petting has you moaning into the air, your breathing turning into pants as your eyes gloss over. oikawa and iwaizumi observe the turn of events with great interest, not even bothering to hide the tenting of their shorts.

“the virgins always turn out to be the sluttiest.”

iwaizumi’s words make you whimper and before you can even stop yourself, you whine as you push your hips towards mattsun’s hand, your pussy throbbing at the new sensations you’re receiving. your back arches until makki has the perfect grip on your tits, making him bite your earlobe as he tries to stifle his groan.

oikawa clears his throat loudly and the two of them stop moving, and your foggy pleasure-ridden self whimpers at the loss of stimulation. the brunette coos at you, his voice a bit strained.

“before things get really heated, you’re on the pill right?” he questions you seriously, which instantly clears your hazy mind as you address him square in the eyes.

“y-yes—”

“good, cause we don’t like to use condoms.”

“raw feels better anyway, baby. you’ll see what we mean,” mattsun says sultrily, teasing you even further by applying more pressure on your dampening pussy, his middle finger drawing lazy circles on your slit.

“are you down for getting creampied?” iwaizumi asks bluntly and you jolt from the seriousness and richness of his voice, letting out a small whimper when you see just how burning his gaze is. even so, his expression doesn’t match what he says because it’s as if he’s asking you a life or death question, not something so lewd.

you’re more nervous than ever, your feet rubbing against each other as you recall the less than friendly videos you indulge yourself in, remembering just how appealing it is for you when you see trails and strings of white leak from utterly spent cunts. you’ve fantasized about it more than you would like to admit, but there’s no turning back, is there? not when it’s being offered to you so openly.

the flush on your cheeks becomes hotter and you’re burning like a furnace. you just can’t help but bite your lip and nod meekly, your head falling back into a sigh when makki’s breath ghosts over the shell of your ear as he squeezes your tits.

they all groan when you nod, their bodies and cocks becoming stiffer as they imagine the myriad of positions that they can do to shoot their load into your willing pussy.

“see? fucking told you. virgins are sluts,” iwaizumi groans through gritted teeth, shamelessly palming himself as he closes his eyes tightly. you’re filled with newfound warmth when you see the brooding man’s unabashed reaction, a complete 180 from his stoic disposition from before.

oikawa clears his throat again, shaking his head as the mop of brown waves on his head become unruly from the action. he blinks once then twice, trying to keep himself composed—for now—to inform you of a very important detail. he walks closer to you until his shins bump against the foot of the bed while mattsun and makki sigh deeply, knowing it’s their cue to let the president have his way with you first.

mattsun swipes his finger one last time on your wet panties while makki pinches your nipples between his fingers. the simultaneous sensation makes you cry out and you can’t hide the pout on your lips when they pull away from you, leaving you panting and longing for more.

you really want to punch yourself for falling into the cliché naïve-freshman-girl-gets-fucked-by-a-group-of-seniors scenario, but can you really blame yourself? your resolve is not as strong as you would like it to be and god, the way they were touching you—it’s a miracle you didn’t cum then and there.

“we’re clean by the way, don’t have to worry your pretty little head about that,” oikawa assures you softly, his brown eyes staring down at you with faux innocence because whether you believed him or not, they’re going to fuck your virgin pussy one way or another. iwaizumi grunts in agreement, backing up his friend as he adjusts his position on the couch, rolling his eyes when the two mischievous boys join him.

oikawa’s gaze shifts down to the junction between your thighs, his brown eyes smoldering as he smirks at the darkened patch on your panties. your face heats in embarrassment as you close your legs abruptly, the evidence of your arousal and neediness clear as day for him to see. you look down on your lap when you hear them chuckle at your reaction, your face burning up more when mattsun and makki wolf whistle and say even dirtier things.

oikawa shushes them as he cups your cheek, his breathing even while his thumb rubs your warm skin. “ever sucked a guy off, pretty girl?”

you gasp at his question which gives him the opportunity to slip his thumb in your mouth, pressing it flat on your tongue. you make a small sound at the back of your throat and since you’re unable to speak, you hesitantly shake your head from side to side.

“fuck,” oikawa’s curse is long and drawn out as he tips his head back, exposing the milky column of his neck. his friends echo his reaction, their blood running even hotter at the inevitable fact that they’re going to ruin you and your “pure” image.

“wanna make a bet, makki?”

“you’re on, man. whoever makes her cum the hardest gets a pass on doing the laundry.”

the two shake on it while iwaizumi scoffs at their antics. your chest tightens at their nonchalance to your predicament and it shocks you how your virginity is equivalent to skipping chores to them. but again, you shouldn’t have expected so much from college frat boys, no matter how attractive they are.

oikawa glares at them, hissing at them to shut their mouths because he’s annoyed that your attention was taken away from him. he huffs to himself when he presses more firmly on your tongue, making you moan as you turn your focus back to him.

“so me and my friends are going to be your first everything, then,” he says matter of factly, his thumb rubbing circles on the muscle. you can feel your saliva pooling on your tongue with how long your mouth has been open. oikawa doesn’t wait for you to reply before he pulls his thumb out and shamelessly sucks it into his mouth, chuckling at your scandalized expression.

“we’re going to have so much fun with you, baby. bet you’re a fast learner too.”

“get on all fours,” he orders you as he widens his stance by the foot of the bed. you swallow the lump in your throat, your face hot with shame at how drool almost dropped from your open mouth. you hesitantly maneuver yourself, the sheets twisting as you shuffle on his bed.

one blink later and you find yourself face to face with the prominent bulge in his shorts and you bite your lip as you look up at him with wide eyes. oikawa clenches his jaw with a hiss at how innocent you look, his cock twitching as he takes in your expression.

the other boys lean back into the couch, getting comfortable at the show they’re about to watch. devilish smirks form on their faces because they know that oikawa’s self control is hanging by a very thin thread.

you weren’t born yesterday so you can tell by the quirk of his brow and the smolder in his brown eyes that he’s getting impatient at your snail’s pace, you’re about to sit on your haunches until he clicks his tongue and says a firm no.

your sigh is exasperated as you balance yourself on one hand, the other pulling down his shorts slowly. as they drop down to his ankles, you let out a surprised sound when you’re immediately met with his hard cock, pretty and pink and shining as it bobs against his abs, precum slowly leaking from the tip.

your face heats up when you remember the whispers of how pretty oikawa’s cock is and it’s embarrassing how you knew about the graphic description of his dick before you had an actual conversation with him—not like you’d be able to do any kind of talking with him at all.

he’s so hard that he’s twitching, the heat emanating from it is making your body hot with desire and anticipation. his hand takes hold of his cock, slowly stroking his shaft as it points towards you. suddenly you realize just how hungry you are and instinctively lick your lips. because you’re so near, the swipe of your tongue catches on his tip and he hisses with a throaty grunt as you moan softly at the slightly salty taste of his precum.

he quickly shakes it off and clicks his tongue in disapproval, clearly fed up with how slow you’re being. his fingers grip the strands of your hair, tugging at your roots with a firmness that makes you yelp.

“you don’t need to use your brain to give me a blowjob, sweetheart. just need your mouth and tongue,” he croaks impatiently, his other hand stroking himself. he shuffles closer to your mouth and taps your lips with his tip, precum making them slick and shiny, earning a soft moan from you.

thank heavens he’s blessed with the patience that he has, because if it were up to the three restless boys on his couch, your throat would’ve been filled up with cum by now. he’s only giving you so much leeway because he enjoys the inexperienced and nervous look in your eyes, which makes a light bulb in oikawa’s head go off.

his scrunched up expression turns into a sinister smirk, his grip on your hair becoming tighter. “tell you what, sweetie. since this is your first time, how about you let me do what i please? you don’t have to do anything but keep your mouth open and teeth tucked in. sound good, yeah?”

his offer entices you, your nervousness abating because at least, you don’t have to wrack your brain to remember blowjob tips and tricks the sorority sisters were talking about over brunch. with a new resolve, you keep your eyes trained on him as you open your mouth as comfortably as you can. all the boys groan at your display and oikawa wastes no time in putting his cock in your mouth eagerly.

“was it so hard to just open your mouth? you wanted to hear me say that i’m going to fuck my dick down your throat, is that it?” he groans, not bothering to make you adjust to his size before he hits the back of your throat, making you gag and tears spring into your lash line. your surprised whimper is muffled and your hands hold on to his firm thighs, nails leaving red crescent marks on his milky skin as he starts to thrust into your mouth.

“fuck, you’re even prettier with your lips wrapped around my cock,” oikawa moans, eyes glazed over as he watches tears run down your cheeks, mixing with the drool and precum seeping from the sides of your mouth. he raises his knee on the bed, resting his weight on the mattress as he pushes you further to the middle of the bed, fucking your mouth like how he fucks needy and slutty holes.

“yeah, you like getting used like this? like a fucking cocksleeve?” he grunts through gritted teeth, sweat building on his hairline as he breathes heavily. as if your face and mouth aren’t messy enough, oikawa spits on his shaft and it’s so unnecessary because his cock is already slick with tears and drool, making him glide easily as your jaw aches from his thrusts. he did it because the mess turns him on, especially with the sounds of you gagging on his dick. he wants to wreck you.

your eyes are crossed and blurry as muffled moans and cries vibrate against his cock; you’re not used to getting treated like this, you’ve never been treated like this at all but judging how your pussy is aching from neglect, it turns you on as well.

too engrossed by letting oikawa fuck your throat, you don’t see or hear mattsun crawling behind you. his smirk is devious, dark eyes burning a hole through your practically translucent panties. his large hands rest on your ass, causing you to jerk from his hot and rough touch.

your instinct tells you to look back and see who’s behind you but oikawa doesn’t allow it. in fact, his grip tightens in your hair and his thrusts become faster, his balls slapping against your chin as his plush lips part into loud groans. meanwhile, mattsun plays with your panties, pulling them up until the crotch part of the fabric becomes a thin wet string and it rubs on your clit.

your whine is high-pitched and muffled as you kick your legs. he lightly slaps your thigh, silently telling you to stop being so skittish. he sighs dreamily when your juices leak out of you, his hands pulling your panties back and forth as he rubs your slit with it.

“you guys should see how fucking wet she is,” he groans, eyes round with lust as he teases your cunt with his fingers. he bends down, your body shaking from oikawa’s thrusts. “her pussy’s pretty like her, too. you’re so damn hot, baby.”

it’s the last thing he says before slapping your ass, making you arch your back as his hands squeeze the jiggling skin. your body lurches as your eyes flutter from the sting of his palm before he slips the flimsy fabric to the side and licks a broad wet stripe along your folds.

the two boys on the couch watch the spectacle with different expressions—iwaizumi biting his lip as he watches spit and drool dripping down your chin and makki sulking on the couch with a childish pout on his face because he lost to mattsun in rock, paper, scissors on who gets to eat you out first.

your head swims as your loud cries are garbled and lost to oikawa’s cock, feeling mattsun’s lips wrap around your aching clit. your tear stained eyes flutter when he sucks it loudly into his mouth, the vibrations of his groans going straight to your pussy.

the new and pleasant sensation of having someone eat your cunt gets your body trembling with pleasure and when he shakes his head from side to side with his clit in your mouth, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you moan around oikawa’s pistoning cock, your hands gripping his thighs as your nails leave red welts on his skin. your body’s moving back and forth as your hips undulate against mattsun’s skilled mouth, chasing the flicks and swirls of his tongue.

your cries are pained when he lets it go with a loud pop, a strained groan leaving the curly haired boy’s throat as his cock throbs in his shorts. “you’re already this wet from getting your face fucked? fucking whore.”

you whine at his mean words, quickly jerking when he slaps your ass in quick succession until you feel a cold ball of spit on your folds, shivering when it slides down to the opening of your pussy. mattsun goes back to eating you enthusiastically and you can’t help but continuously moan at the attention your cunt is receiving.

oikawa’s groans are in sync with yours as he feels the tightening of his abdomen, signaling that his orgasm is close. with the way your moans vibrate around his cock, he’s not going to last any longer. he wants you to see him cum down your throat, fill your mouth with his seed, so he shakes your head with his tight grip, prompting you to widen your hooded eyes.

“look at me when i cum, baby. i’m s-so clo—fuck!” he ends his sentence with a shout and his cum spilling in your mouth unexpectedly. there’s not a lot of things that surprises oikawa and makes him cum like that, but you caught him off guard with your fucked out expression and naughty hands, the pupils of your eyes blown wide as you hollowed out your cheeks and fondled with his balls—just like how emi advised you.

“when you’re sucking a guy off and you know he’s about to cum, look at him with ‘fuck me’ eyes and play with his balls—that’ll get him to cum like a little bitch boy.”

oikawa pulls out his cock with a loud and wet pop, the rest of his cum spilling down your lips as you struggle to swallow most of it, courtesy of mattsun eliciting pornographic moans from your throat.

speaking of the devil, he doesn’t give you time to smugly relish the shocked and blissed out expression on oikawa’s face because he flips your body with strength that knocks the wind out of your lungs, making you yelp as your back hits the bed. he adjusts your ruined panties to the side, continuing to make a mess of your pussy. now that your mouth is free—although sore and with the heavy taste of cum—your moans can be heard clearly as your legs thrash around, your body squirming and grinding against mattsun’s mouth.

“she learned that from the sorority, didn’t she?” iwaizumi asks with a chuckle, pertaining to what you did to make his best friend cum. oikawa doesn’t grace him with a reply, too hypnotized by your broken cries and moans as your fingers tangle in mattsun’s hair. not like iwaizumi cares, because he doesn’t tear his eyes away from your writhing body as mattsun gives you the second best head you’re going to receive in your life.

‘second best’ because you haven’t had him in between your legs yet. and when he does, when you let him have his way with your pussy, mattsun’s head game is going to pale in comparison.

his lewd train of thought gets cut off when you let out a choked scream, making his cock jump at the shrill and pleasured sound. iwaizumi can see mattsun’s arm moving quickly, and from this angle he can tell that mattsun’s got two fingers up your sweet cunt. he grunts at the good view of your face twisted in pleasure with drying cum on the corner of your lips.

“o-oh mattsun! that’s too much—oh my god—feels too good!”

mattsun lifts his head from your pussy, his chin shiny with his saliva and your juices, eyes hooded as his thick fingers scissor inside of you, curling and uncurling against your sweet spot.

“you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” he says with a lazy smirk. “your cunt’s squeezing my fingers…wonder what this feels like around my fat cock,” he hums to himself, watching your hips buck against his hand.

“your pussy’s so tight, sweetheart. do you even touch yourself?” mattsun says with a mocking tone but he doesn’t give you time to answer because he curls his fingers harshly and dives his head to pay attention to your pulsing clit. his tongue swirls around the swollen bud, kitten licks against it as he bobs his head before sucking it into his mouth and curling his fingers at the same time. the knot in your lower stomach snaps, your vision becoming blurry as you arch your back and tug on mattsun’s hair.

“fuckfuckfuck i think i’m gonna—!”

you don’t even finish your sentence because your voice breaks off into a scream, your vision genuinely blacking out as your body convulses, thighs shaking around his head. you’re shaking like a leaf, brain going dizzy as your legs cramp from curling your toes too much. mattsun groans against you, his tongue slurping up your juices, coating his tongue with your sweet and tangy taste.

you’re a mess of whimpers and hiccups as you weakly push his head away from you, making him chuckle at your fucked out expression. he licks one long and wet stripe along your pussy before sitting up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“how’s that for a first orgasm, sweetheart?”

makki scoffs at his friend’s smug tone, huffing to himself as he stands from the couch to make his way over to you. mattsun laughs as he sees the pink haired boy hop on the bed with you still flat on your back and brain still clouded in your post-orgasm haze.

“think you can beat that, makki? remember our bet,” mattsun taunts him with a singsong voice as both boys switch positions. their eyes catch the dark and wet patches on the front of their shorts and you half expect them to make fun of each other, adding to their banter but instead, they chuckle and high five each other. you frown at their immature display. boys.

your distasteful expression quickly turns into a surprised one because each boy gropes your clothed tits and squeezes them in their big hands. “your tits are so soft, baby. you’ll let us fuck it, right?”

you answer them with a squeak as they grope your chest one last time before they turn your body. oikawa slides in at the head of the bed, chest heaving with one hand wrapped around himself as he lazily strokes his cock, watching you as they set your head down on his crossed legs.

iwaizumi joins the foray with mattsun and makki on either side of your body. you’re caged on all sides by four hot guys, all with rippling bodies and lustful gazes. you’re a prey who tumbled in the lion’s den and it’s evident with the way iwaizumi holds your ankles, keeping you down on the bed.

it’s the first time he’s touching you and you sigh from his big and warm hands—even if he’s keeping your legs spread for his friend whose hand is slowly trailing down from your tits, your stomach, then to your soaked panties. it feels uncomfortable, the fabric sticky and wet on your skin. it’s embarrassing and the feeling in your chest worsens because makki points it out.

“you still have this thing on?” he groans as he pulls on the waistband, the elastic snapping against your sensitive skin. “lucky for you, i like your panties, no matter how ruined and wet they are.”

“looks pretty on this pussy anyway,” he whispers to himself, and you whine loudly when he doesn’t waste any more time when he slips them to the side and inserts two of his fingers inside your walls.

“makki! s-slow down!” you cry out, eyes fluttering when the loud squelches of his fingers thrusting in and out of your cunt rings loudly in your ears. all four boys groan at obscene sounds you’re making, iwaizumi’s grip tightening on your ankles as your hips buck wildly to chase makki’s rhythm.

but he doesn’t slow down, too deep in his desire to make a complete mess out of you. their eyes are hazy as they watch you whimper and thrash around the bed with your hands tangled in the sheets, your face contorting into a scrunched expression as you try to tone down your volume, but to no avail because makki’s other hand finds your pulsing clit.

both oikawa and mattsun take the opportunity to pull the straps of your bra down your shoulders, pulling down the cups of your bra until your tits are exposed to the air. mattsun bends down to your left breast and takes the nipple into his mouth, groaning as he gives it the same treatment like what he did to your pussy earlier.

oikawa opts to twist and pull on your other nipple instead, making it harden and peak as your moans become broken and whiny from the added stimulation to your body. your eyes close tightly, mouth open as continuous cries of pleasure leave your throat.

“think you can cum harder for me than you did for mattsun?” makki asks as he rubs your clit harshly. you didn’t plan on replying to him but then the hand rubbing you slaps your pussy, his fingers catching on your clit, causing you to cry out and jerk, your wet walls clenching around his fingers.

“shit, you liked that?” makki asks in surprise, eyes widening at your reaction. “want me to do it again?” and he does do it again, several times, in fact. by the time he’s had his fill of rendering your clit swollen and numb, with you half heartedly begging for him to stop, his cheeks are pink and flushed.

“damn, little miss virgin likes getting her pussy slapped,” he teases you before he bends down and joins mattsun on your chest, sucking  your other nipple into his mouth. your hands fly to their heads, shaking fingers tangling in their hair as they lick and nibble on your tits. their techniques are different, but still pleasurable, nonetheless.

you whine as you tilt your head, your hair tickling oikawa’s legs while you attempt to kick out and shy away from iwaizumi’s iron grip on your ankles. your moans increase in volume when makki alternates between thrusting his fingers and his thumb applying pressure on your clit, rubbing it with long drawn out circles.

makki’s fingers have a certain finesse that mattsun lacks, probably because his fingers are longer and slender, hitting that spot at a certain angle that’s making you see stars. the sensation causes your vision to swim, and it doesn’t help that iwaizumi is staring at you with an intensity that makes your body tingle and tremble.

his large and warm hands keep you anchored to the bed and you cry out when both boys bite your nipple before soothing it with their tongues. makki pulls away and sits up straight, his eyes hungrily watching the way your cunt is greedily taking his fingers. copious amounts of your slick drenches his hand and wrist, forming a puddle underneath your ass as you try to squirm away from his fingers. from the expression on your face with your teary eyes crossed and your high-pitched cries, breaths panting like a bitch in heat, he can tell that you’re close.

“why don’t you cum and be a good girl for me?” he coos at you, his empty praise, along with the curling of his fingers and firm pressure on your clit has you crying out his name, both of your hands tugging on his arm while mattsun sucks your nipple harshly.

“m-makki!”

“fuck yeah—that’s it doll. cum all over my fingers,” makki moans, feeling your pussy pulse and suck them in as your cunt gushes all over him. your body is shaking as he pulls them out with a wet and lewd popping sound, causing you to whine in embarrassment.

his fingers are so wet and shiny, dripping with your release as he wipes it on your stomach, making you whimper at the sheen it leaves on your skin. he sucks them into his mouth, groaning unabashedly as he does so. mattsun mimics his movements, pulling away from your chest as he stares at your wet and leaking pussy.

makki takes hold of your thighs as iwaizumi finally lets go of your legs, noting how there’s marks of his hands on your ankles from stopping you from kicking. makki spreads your legs even further, showing off your gushing pussy to mattsun.

“i think i don’t have to do the laundry.”

“i gave you a head start, dumbass. oh, no pun intended.”

“shut up and move,” iwaizumi growls and the two instantly become quiet as they shuffle around the bed, positioning themselves on either side of you as they kneel on the ruined sheets. oikawa, who’s been quiet all this time—save for a few groans as he came from watching you cum—finally speaks up again.

“there’s a reason why iwa-chan’s been so calm ever since the start of this, sweetie. he knew he was going to be the one to pop your precious cherry,” he reveals with a lilting tone, watching in amusement at the shocked sound you made. you’re so screwed, literally.

“lucky bastard.”

“whatever.”

the two boys on either side of you mutter bitterly, and as if on cue, all three of them discard their damp shorts with eagerness that can only be attributed with frat boys who are about to get their dick wet. realization dawns on you and if your cheeks weren’t on fire before, then they definitely are now because you’re aware of how you’re literally surrounded by leaking and bigger than average cocks.

fuck, don’t even get started with what mattsun and iwaizumi are packing. it’s then you register that rumors weren’t just rumors and that every bit, every inch was true.

“yeah, yeah, these two got pornhub cocks…whatever,” makki pouts, his expression petulant as he holds his dick, squeezing the shaft as precum leaks from the tip. your gaze turns to it and it’s nothing to laugh at, either. it’s pretty and long, similar to oikawa’s.

iwaizumi scoffs, disregarding the comment as he nods to both of them. like clockwork, they each take hold of your ankles and raise your legs high up in the air until your thighs are folded towards your chest. the stretch in your legs makes you wince, whining as you fist the sheets. your lower half is bared for iwaizumi to scrutinize and you must be a sight right now, since your panties are ruined to the point of no return at this time.

iwaizumi chuckles deeply, enjoying the wide eyed look on your face as he takes hold of the waistband, ripping the fabric in two. your whimper is music to his ears as he makes a show of sniffing it before he throws it to the boys holding you open for him. the stuffy air breezes through your bared pussy, making you shiver in both anticipation and trepidation.

he does the same thing with your bra and throws it to oikawa who’s resting comfortably against the headboard. you’re completely naked right now and there’s an uncomfortable pit in your stomach because try as you might, you can’t even cover yourself because mattsun and makki took the liberty of holding both of your wrists as they guide your hands to their cocks with your tattered panties wrapped around it. the remnants of your bra are wrapped around oikawa’s too as he lazily strokes himself.

“shit, my cock looks even bigger in her hand,” mattsun moans, throwing his head back as he relishes the feeling.

“yeah, that’s it, sweetheart. stroke me and issei like that,” makki grunts, his hips gently thrusting into your hand that’s experimentally stroking them. they’re both so hot and heavy—mattsun infinitely heavier—with their shafts slippery with the leaking precum from their slit.

“her hand is so soft…feels so fucking good.”

both of them groan loudly as they thrust into your hand, the patterned fabric of your panties a stark contrast to your smooth and soft palms. the difference in stimulation makes them both shiver, their cocks throbbing and twitching as they squeeze your wrists tighter.

iwaizumi has had enough of their display because he nudges his large body between your legs, your focus immediately going to him. his cock is intimidating to be honest, it’s so big and menacing and the way his fingers barely meet each other as they wrap around him has nervousness brewing in your chest, tremors shaking through your body. it doesn’t help that oikawa is just snickering at your predicament.

“h-how will you f-fit—oh!”

your question doesn’t even have the time to register because iwaizumi slaps your swollen pussy with a heavy hand, making you cry out at the prickling pain. he pushes your legs open wider as he guides himself to your leaking hole. the fat head of his cock breaches past your lips and you can’t help but instinctively squeeze the two cocks you’re holding. their curses and groans mix with your loud and broken cries as your walls are stretched for the first time.

“i-iwaizumi, you’re s-so big—”

“not as big as me, doll,” mattsun quips with a throaty groan, but it quickly turns into a pained one when iwaizumi punches him on his arm.

“you’ll take my cock because i said so,” iwaizumi says through clenched teeth, his hands squeezing the back of your thighs as he eases his cock inside of you.

“open your pretty pussy for me, yeah?” he groans breathlessly, the tightness of your cunt literally knocking the breath out of him because of how you’re fluttering around him. his pleading words soothe you for the time being and your body follows through.

“shit—that’s it, that’s it. oh fuck, your virgin pussy is so fucking tight.”

“how does it feel, hmm? first time taking cock and it’s this big?” iwaizumi taunts you through your moaning and whimpering. just as he finishes his sentence, he bottoms out and you wail, tears pooling in your eyes because it hurts, but it hurts so good—the sting, the stretch, everything. the burning and tingling sensation has your tongue lolling out of your mouth, your eyes fluttering and crossing as you register the feeling of having something so big inside of you.

“i-i…”

“y-you,” he mocks with a sneer, voice deep with lust as he angles his hips. “that good, huh? can’t even speak properly, dumb slut,” he spits, pausing only for a millisecond before he starts thrusting, the squelches are so obscene, the accumulation of saliva and your juices ringing loudly as they join the slick sounds of cocks being stroked and pulled.

“s-stop c-calling me a s-slut!” you manage to whine and it makes iwaizumi raise a dark brow as his grip tightens on your thighs. he answers back by increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts, making your tits bounce even more on your chest.

“don’t be stupid, baby. that’s what you are—a stupid little slut who lets four guys—oh, fuck—use her like a toy.”

“i know you like the attention,” he continues, chest heaving in between grunts and pants. “bet you’re even willing to let mattsun fuck you with a cock like his.” the man in question groans louder at the thought, imagining your cute little pussy taking all of him.

“god, i can’t wait to see your slutty cunt take him.”

iwaizumi’s masculine groans go straight to your pussy, along with the image of you getting fucked by the cock you’re stroking rapidly on your left has you clenching involuntarily around his pistoning cock.

“oh you like that? felt your pussy clench around my dick when i said that,” he laughs at you, his thrusts becoming even heavier and deeper as he fucks you with a strength that has your entire body moving on the bed, your head bumping against oikawa’s legs.

“n-no, s-stop saying embarrassing stuff!”

“gonna fuck the shape of my cock in this stupid. little. cunt.” iwaizumi ignores your outburst, opting to shut you up by punctuating the last three words with thrusts so heavy that you can feel it in your throat.

“you’re so cute when you try to deny the truth, sweetheart,” oikawa cuts in, doing the talking for now since he can sense his vice president starting to lose his mind to your pussy.

“you’re in no position to talk. you’re folded in half, legs high up in the air with two guys holding you by the ankles—guys who you’re jerking off by the way.”

“and you got my vice president pounding your cunt with all his strength,” he continues with a moan, squeezing his balls as he drills the facts into your mushy brain.

“god, the sounds your pussy is making. bet the next room can hear how much of a dirty slut you are.”

“you’re servicing three cocks, isn’t that what a whore does, hmm?” he says as he leans forward, his other hand tugging on your hair. to be honest, you can’t hear half of what he’s saying. your sinful cries and little screams are drowning out his words and you can’t even find yourself to mind him, not with the way iwaizumi’s cock is deliciously gliding along your walls.

“look at iwa-chan’s cock, sweetie,” oikawa urges you, bending your neck forward. “look how much you’re creaming around him.” his hand moves from your hair to one of your folded legs, pushing your knees further apart so you can get a better look of iwaizumi fucking you.

his pelvis is shining with your slick and the base of his cock has a white ring from where he’s thrusting in and out of you, his heavy balls slapping against your ass while your combined juices leak from where the both of you are connected. you’re so dizzy from their lewd words, stimulation, and the feeling of the warm and small spurts from mattsun and makki over your chest and stomach.

the feeling of your past orgasms are catching up to you, feeling that you’re about to reach your peak again. for the last time, you hope. iwaizumi’s hitting spots inside of you that you didn’t even know existed, places only a cock like his could reach and it has your pussy quivering and pulsing. when the head of his cock hits that spot, there’s nothing stopping you from screaming.

“fuck, i’m cumming—oh my god!”

your scream triggers their own orgasms and you’re immediately met with warm and thick and sticky ropes of cum filling your pussy to the brim as well as staining your face and torso. all boys cum with a shudder, their bodies trembling from one of the most intense orgasms of their lives on greek row.

oikawa’s shameless as he kneels over you, squeezing out all his cum on your face, causing you to shut your eyes tightly with a whine. mattsun and makki are trembling while they spread their release all over your chest and stomach, groaning as they do so. they drop your boneless legs to the bed, numb from being held up for so long.

“fuck, we gotta take a picture of this.”

iwaizumi’s the last to react, too busy gathering his bearings from cumming so hard that his ears were ringing. his fingers gripped you so tightly that there’s marks of his nails on your skin. he groans as he pulls out of you, his cock coming out with a loud pop as fat drops of his cum drip from your battered pussy.

your whine is pained as you weakly push his hand away, too sensitive from getting played with, much less a finger being inserted to ensure that no drop goes to waste.

“that’s the best pussy i’ve ever fucked in my life,” he admits breathlessly, shakily lifting himself off of you. you whimper as you wipe your face, trying to sit up as you attempt to scoot away from them and the disgusting sticky sheets.

you haven’t even sat up properly before you’re rudely flipped to your stomach with mattsun’s tip hovering over your face and makki’s dexterous fingers raising your hips. mattsun’s smirk is devilish as his gaze falls on the disbelief and shock on your cum-stained face, his thick cock lazily spreading the trails of white on your cheeks.

“oh, you thought that was it? silly girl, we’re just getting started.”

[10:56 PM]

LUXE BABE???? IT'S JUST MASTERPIECE AFTER MASTERPIECE YOU'RE AMAZING!!🖤🖤

I Live In Whoville, Who Are You?

Track One: Whoville | 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Dabi x f!Reader x Hawks

Genre: Smut Notes: Day one here we goooooo!! Anon sex is kinda hot, right?? Warnings: drug usage, alcohol consumption, minor blood play/mention, exhibitionism, teasing, degradation, threesome, groping, biting, name calling, praise, petnames, some DabiHawks action, slight internalized homophobia, virginity kink, virginity loss, daddy kink, oral sex (M & F recieving), fingering, dirty talk, double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie. Words: 4.8k

How has something like a villains Christmas party gone undetected for so long? It’s an annual event, and not a single hero has ever heard of it. Until now. Hawks has had an interesting relationship with Dabi since the day they met. Dabi couldn’t trust him as far as he could throw him, but they seemed to go from strength to strength. He let slip about this little shindig, and Hawks wasn’t sure if it was an invite, but there was no way he was about to let the opportunity slip through his fingers. He’ll inform the other heroes. He’ll be able to catch some of the most dastardly criminals in Japan. The world. It’ll be hard to pinpoint who’s who – it’s always masquerade, apparently. A chance for everyone to lower their inhibitions and not let their appearances define them.

Hawks is going to tell the hero commission about this.

Hawks should tell the hero commission about this.

So why are his fingers lightly tracing over an embellished masquerade mask he purchased?

He’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t know why he was drawn to a mask with cerulean blue accents. He’d be lying to himself if he said he arrived at the party without a goal in mind. Without looking for a certain someone. It felt near impossible, as he looked at everyone here.

The music was blaring, each drumming beat of the bass made his wings vibrate. It was dark, too, the dim lighting provided a perfect air of secrecy for all of the debauched, lewd interactions Hawks could see before him. Cocaine snorting, pill popping, body shots on bar tops. Men and women alike engaging in exhibitionism without a care in the world. There was a strong scent of sin in the air, so thick Hawks thought he might choke on it.

He noticed current reigning king of the villains, Shigaraki, remove his mask momentarily as he laughed and scratched his irritated features. It didn’t take long for him to spot Dabi after that. He was staring right at him. A full-face mask, a jester’s mask with red accents. Had he chosen the colours for—?

The idea is knocked from his mind as his friend beckons him over with a curl of his finger. Come hither, come here.

He waded through the crowd nervously, Dabi began walking towards him to meet him halfway. Hawks has always been confident, cocksure. But now he does feel a surge of fear coursing through him. It could have been a mistake to come here, alone, without letting anyone know where he was going. There are so many villains here who’d happily have his head on a platter.

It all washes away the minute he’s mask to mask with Dabi. Not a word is spoken, not a move is made. They just stare. Is it really Dabi? Is it really Hawks? They’re both sure, but they suppose they’ll never truly know unless they remove their masks.

Dabi pulls his mask up, slightly, only revealing the bottom half of his face. And then, to Hawks, it’s clear. The unmistakable burns and staples of the villain he’s gotten a little too close to comfort to. He isn’t sure if his heartbeat should be increasing or slowing. Is he more or less nervous to see his… friend, before his very eyes?

“Nice to see you, number two hero.” he speaks, his trademark lilt bleeding into his almost hostile language.

“How could I, uh,” Hawks’ voice gets trapped in his throat as Dabi’s hands come into contact with his body. They settle on his waist, pulling him edgingly closer. Fuck, has he always been so tall? “I couldn’t refuse.” he finally finds his bearings to be able to answer the flame using menace.

“That right?” Dabi questions, a conceited smirk draws on his face as he does his best to make the hero feel unbelievably shy. He succeeds, of course.

Albeit stiffly, they begin to dance. It’s more stepping than actual co-ordinated movement. Their footwork is in sync, however, simplistic side to side motions as they begin to near closer and closer. Dabi’s hands still Hawks, keeping him firmly in place. He unbuttons his shirt by three, baring his chest to himself and everyone in proximity. The expanse of his broad chest flushes red, Dabi chuckles when the same can be said for his face.

“What’s got you all worked up, hero?” he teases, knowing it’s him. It’s his fault and he’s revelling in it. Before Hawks can even begin to remember a single word in his vocabulary, he gulps deeply as Dabi’s hand cups his face. “Why did you come here?” he asks, wanting a verbal admission. The heroic number two has a gay little crush on the big bad villain. His lips trace over the heroes mockingly. He pulls away ever so slightly each time Hawks tries to gain full contact. What a mean ol’ villain he is, huh?

“Kiss me, Dabi. Please.” Hawks begs and it’s fucking delectable. He’s been eating like a God for a while now thanks to the League’s new merger with the Meta Liberation Army, and still, that absolutely pathetic plea from Hawks’ lips is the tastiest thing he’s ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

“Aw, a kiss?”

“I- I just—” he yelps when Dabi grabs a fistful of golden locks and yanks his head backwards. His mouth hanging open, wet wanting tongue practically lolling out of his mouth.

“Say it again. Tell me how bad you want a stupid little kiss from me.” he bullies, snickering at Hawks’ bewildered expression. He was sure there was something between them, was he wrong to feel that way? This is just how he is, maybe, he is a villain after all. The idea of being wanted, admired, lusted after, is a mystery to him. And he’s mean. He’s cold and cruel and calculated. And even without all that, it’s fun. It’s fucking funny to see someone with as much power as Hawks has to be trembling and weak at the knees over someone as loathed as Dabi.

His lips are aching with wanton desire. He balls his fist into Dabi’s shirt and pulls him that much closer to him. There are no more chances of him pulling away again. But still, he asks. He asks because Dabi told him too. Why is he so weak?

“I want- I need you to kiss me, Dabi. Please.”

It’s a scorching entanglement as Dabi forces his lips onto Hawks’. The villain settles his hand in Hawks’ lower back and pulls his body against his own. They can’t help themselves as they begin to groove against each other as the kiss intensifies. Sticky tongues swirl against each other in the heat of the moment. Dabi can’t help but grin and he feels the hero moans like a simple little whore into his mouth. His fingers trace over his chest, before gripping into the material of his half-opened shirt. Hawks gasps as he pulls the rest of the garment apart by force. Buttons scattering across the dance floor. Dabi completes the kiss as he bites his lower lip when he pulls away. He notices a little bit of blood that Hawks moves his thumb towards so that he can wipe it away. But Dabi grabs his wrist, licking the wound clean himself.

“Take my fucking shirt off, baby.” Dabi demands. Right here? In front of all of these people? That is what Hawks’ stare is reading. Dabi is sure he was clear enough. He did hear him as he can tell by his dumbfounded expression. So, what is he waiting for?

Nimble fingers begin to pull lightly at the material of his shirt. Dabi pulls him towards him yet again so that their lips can lock. He does his best to focus on unbuttoning his shirt, but his head is spinning. He needs to get underneath. Hawks hums a symphony of delirious moans into Dabi’s mouth, and he is lapping it up. Finally his shirt is off and he throws it to the ground.

“Y’look like such a dirty whore, y’know. Lips all swollen ‘n covered in my spit. I’m doin’ all the work. What, are ya shy? I’ve never been softer… while you—” Dabi stops as he reaches down to cup a handful of Hawks’ throbbing shaft. “Heh. Like I thought, hard as a rock. What’re y’gonna do about it, sweetheart?”

The mocking term of endearment lights a fire under Hawks. How can he possibly be soft after all of that kissing and grinding? He leans over and buries his head into the crook of Dabi’s neck. He tilts it, giving him better access. They wrap their arms around each other so that they can be closer, tighter, as hips begin to roll against hips. God Hawks needs him, bad. Dabi does too, though he’d never confess.

Hawks smiles into his neck as he earns a moan from the scarred villain. Is he finally getting hard? He doesn’t let up. Soft sucks and bites onto his already purple skin. He starts feeling adventurous, brave, as a hand begins to drift down his torso. Dabi hisses like a snake as Hawks’ fingers trace lightly over his nipple. He takes hold of his wrist, an intense glaring competition between eyes of sapphire and gold begins. But Dabi is a villain, he cheats.

He spins Hawks around until Hawks’ back is against his chest. His ass is grinding into Dabi’s straining cock. Hawks’ shirt is open, and he forces his hands up to the blondes chest. He digs his fingernails into his skin, leaving a trail of irritated, raised, red skin from his pecs to his lower stomach. One hand returns to one of his nipples, earning an obscene moan of approval from Hawks.

“Such a slut.” Dabi tells him.

His other hand passes uncharted territory, unbuckling and unbuttoning his smart trousers with ease so that he can feel what the number two hero is packing. Dabi grins into Hawks’ ear, who hooks an arm around the back of his neck to feel his breath closer. Dabi’s words are salacious and each sound he makes is erotic, whether he’s doing it on purpose or not. It’s just that fucking tone of his.

“Got such a big cock here. Do you know how to use it?” Dabi queries. Hawks shakes his head.

“S-Show me, Dabi.”

He slowly begins to masturbate the hero who can barely stand upright. Nibbling on his earlobe and whispering obscenities in his ear as he does.

“’m never gonna fuck you, y’know? ‘Cause I’m not gay, you’re just a fun little toy. And I just so happen to need you for something tonight.”

“Fuck, Dabi—”

“Shut up. Look, over there, up on the big tree. Do you see her?”

Hawks’ vision follows Dabi’s finger although he’s squirming from the lack of contact on his nipple. The tree he is referring to is an enormous, over the top, faux Christmas tree. He hadn’t noticed earlier that it was so large there were ramps and seating areas built onto it. The place in particular Dabi is pointing to is the very top of the Christmas tree. And Hawks' breathing staggers.

“You saw her. That is who I need your help with.”

“Why me?”

“You notice something about everyone on that tree? Full of fucking snobs, but there’s a reason. Take a look. Look at her.”

His staring intensifies as he studies the woman he is referring to. He’s finding it hard to pinpoint what it is he’s talking about. She’s wearing a mask. A beautiful, short, champagne gold colour fairy dress with custom wings. Wings. They’re fluttering. They’re real. Pristine white wings like a God damn angel. An angel on top of the fucking Christmas tree. And then he notices more wings on the tree. And some people without them who still harbour the ability to fly.

“They can fly.”

“Fucking A. You can only get to a certain height on the tree without being able to fly, and she never comes down. And who do I just so happen to be tugging off on the dance floor right now?”

“S-So, you’re just using me to fly you up there so you can fuck… her? You’re really gonna stand with my dick in your hand and tell me you aren’t gay.”

“Here’s the kicker, I need you nice ‘n hard for me. I’ve been trying to fuck her every single year since I saw her. Nobody knows her name. Whether she’s a hero or a villain. Nothing. But there is one rumour going around about her.”

“Which is?”

Dabi forces Hawks to look over his shoulder to him. Lips teasing over his again, a lingering ghost that he can’t seem to solidify. Dabi smirks, licking up his neck and jaw and tugging his earlobe between teeth. He snickers as he feels the hero ooze wildly. Messy boy.

“She won’t ever settle for less than two cocks. I know how bad you want my cock, but I’m gonna burn you alive if you tell me you don’t like pussy. ‘Cause I’m achin’ over here and I want that little angel to suck me off.”

“I t-think I like pussy…”

“Y’think? Aw, waaaait. Don’t tell me you’ve still got your cherry? Was this your first handjob? Your first kiss?”

“Stop it Dabi.”

“Fuuuuuck. You are. Fucking hell, you’re an honest to God cherry, even with a face like that. Why is that makin’ me so hard? Maybe I should fuck you, wanna get fucked by a villain, baby?”

“Shut the fuck up Dabi. Keep pissin’ me off and I’ll leave. Then you’ll never be able to get to her.” Hawks tells him assertively. His resolves weakens almost instantly as Dabi starts to tap the tip of his index finger against his weeping slit.

“You’re not callin’ the shots here, hero. ‘m gonna let go. You’re gonna suck my dirty finger clean. N then we’re gonna talk to her. D’ya know there’s a love hotel attached to this place? We’ll take care of your little problem.”

Dabi frees Hawks’ cock from his brutal grip. He turns him back around to face him, shoving his finger in his mouth. He hollows his cheeks as he suckles on it like a baby nursing on its mothers teat.

“Thaaaat’s it. Just like that baby.”

Well, that’s two out of the three things done that Dabi said was going to happen.

You really are an angel. You’re so much sweeter and shyer than Dabi had imagined. But the proposal of getting not one cock but two had you nodding desperately to be taken to the love hotel by them. You were like a little girl after you flew together to the ground floor. Holding your hands up to Dabi because you wanted him to carry you. Your legs wrapped around his waist and your face hid into the crook of his neck. Aw, what a sweet little baby. He knows exactly how he’s going to fuck you tonight. It pissed Hawks off, but only because he was jealous. He couldn’t deny that you were sexy as all hell and real cute too.

It was made abundantly clear by you that you had no desire to know who either of them were. It was part of the fun for you, anonymous sex. It was infuriating, instantly, that Dabi’s total attention was on you. He helped you out of that gorgeous little dress you had on but didn’t go anywhere near your mask.

“Such a cute little thing aren’t you? Gonna be cute for him, too? He’s a virgin, y’know.”

Your vision snaps to the blonde, immediately intrigued. You feel his reluctance as your lips slot against his, though it doesn’t last. You taste sweeter than sin and soon his hands are all over your body. He doesn’t know who he wants first. A thump resounds throughout the room as you drop to your knees and begin searching for Hawks’ cock.

“Aaaat. Tut tut.” Dabi chastises as he grabs your wrist and pulls you up. Hawks looks furious. Isn’t he tired of edging him yet? “My turn for that first. Lie on your back, I’ll teach him how to finger you while you suck me off.”

He helps you down onto the bed, pulling off his trousers and underwear as you lay flat on your back, he’s on his knees beside your face – perfect cock sucking distance. He instructs Hawks to come closer as he delicately spreads your legs apart, baring your entire, intricate flesh to him. You can’t see, too busy admiring Dabi’s fat cock, but Hawks is bright red. He’s overwhelmed, Dabi can see it.

“O-Oh, - fuck - ah—!” you moan as Dabi parts your pussy lips for Hawks to get a better look.

“We’re not gonna play with you until you start suckin’ this cock, angel. What’s the hold up?” Dabi enquires. You guide his member to your lips, holding firmly by the base as you suck the tip into your mouth. Oh, he’s thick. So thick your jaw already hurts. Dabi breathes out a needy whine which quickly turns into an overconfident laugh. “Now, you see this?” Dabi demonstrates to Hawks, tapping once, lightly, onto your throbbing, puffy clit.

Both of their gazes snap to you as you hum around Dabi. The minimal interaction already causing you to whine. Pretty little thing. Nothing makes Dabi harder than a needy little whore.

“Worship this. She’ll be putty in your hands. You could finger her at the same time if you wanted, look.”

Two of Dabi’s fingers plunge into your gummy, sopping walls. He curls them deliciously, already too much to handle. You’re doing your best to keep sucking, pausing for brief moments just to breathe. To adjust. But you have to release his cock from your gagging throat as he uses his thumb to rub circles into your clit.

“Ah—! Ah—! Ah—!”

“Didn’t say you could stop suckin’ me off pretty baby. C’monnnn, don’t be selfish now. Daddy wants to feel good.”

“Mmm, fuck, mmpff—!” you keen, wrapping your lips around him once more. He holds your head with his free hand to carry on guiding you, and to keep you in place if needs be. He pulls his fingers away from you, indicating that his partner in crime should take over.

Hawks ogles at your cunt bucking upwards, tremoring and pulsing at the loss of contact. Searching desperately to be fulfilled, for the feeling of sufficiently stuffed fingers to return to you.

“Nervous baby? Gorgeous, stop suckin’ for a sec. Tell daddy how bad you need him to touch your little angel parts.”

“Please, daddy, please touch me…” you pout, Dabi leans down to kiss your lips for being such a good girl. A nice reward for being a good little cock sucker and always listening to his instructions.

“Don’t wanna let her down, do you daddy? Finger her, like the good boy I know you are, come on…”

Hawks hums, licking his lips. His heart is racing. Is this really happening? His cock twitches at the sight of Dabi humping into your pliant little mouth, head thrown back in ecstasy with an unfamiliar look of submission painted on him. He’s just… happy. Really happy that’s he is finally getting head from the girl of his dreams. He’s enjoying it. He’s just enjoying it.

He does as Dabi had seconds earlier. Pushing two fingers into your eager wet heat and rubbing his thumb over your pulsing bundle of nerves. It’s nice, but it’s not enough. Your hips buck up, desperate for more. Dabi notices, hears you whining for more. He looks over to Hawks’ hand to see what the problem is, smirking instantly.

“Move your thumb, I’ll rub her. It’s okay needy baby, daddy’s gonna take care of you, hm? Gonna make this pretty pussy sing for us.” he tells you. Immediately, you’re relaxing to his touch, finding it easier to suck him sloppily while he’s making you feel so good.

“What am I doing wrong?”

“Gotta curl your fingers while you’re inside of her like this, see? She’s got a little sweet spot she needs her daddy to hit. Takin’ on too much too quick, cherry. Take your time.” Dabi informs him.

Hawks’ fingers are drenched now that Dabi is helping him pleasure you. A few little circles into your tingling clit and your pussy is like an oasis. He does as he’s told, curling his fingers inside of you again and again. Nothing. What the fuck is wrong with him? Dabi shoots him a glare. Warning him to not get frustrated. It’s not a race, just keep curling. Just keep looking.

“Ohhh—! Mmmpfff…” you moan onto Dabi’s length. He looks down and Hawks’ sticky fingers once again, enamoured by the sight of him pleasuring you.

“Such a good boy, looks like you found something.” Dabi praises. It rushes straight to his cock, and does the secondary muffled moan that vibrates in your throat. “Yeah, definitely found something. Keep goin’…”

He does. God, he does. He’s never seen anything like it when you start to shake and kick your legs like a lunatic. Dabi becomes more forceful, scolding you and putting you in your place.

“Gotta stop kickin’ like that angel. Can’t you see your daddy’s are tryna make you cum? You want that don’t you? Wanna cum all over our fingers?” Dabi explains. You nod like a child who has just been promised ice cream if they cease their temper tantrum. You do your best to keep still. But you’re so close. Fuck. So God damn close…

Hawks yanked Dabi’s face closer to his by his hair. He couldn’t hold back anymore, he needed to taste him. Their desperate moans and whimpers slip out of them as they kiss. It’s so dirty and wet. So heated and violent. Hawks wants Dabi. Hawks wants Dabi so bad.

“Being such a good boy for me. Gonna make her cum aren’t you? Worked so hard for it baby, I’ll play with the fat cock of yours after you make her cum. Okay? Can you do that for me?” Dabi asks, Hawks nods pathetically, foreheads resting against each other. He’s running out of air, out of breath, out of patience.

“Want you to cream our fingers, songbird. Wanna see what your pretty wet pussy likes when it’s all creamy for us.” Hawks tells you. Dabi kisses him again, filled to the brim with sheer pride.

And it’s enough. It’s enough to make you convulse and clamp down on Hawks’ perfectly positioned fingers. Such a pretty, gushy girl. Dabi lightly slaps your clit again and again as you writhe through your orgasm. So good. So God damn good. Prettiest pussy he’s ever seen, so obedient. So heavenly. It’s the only pussy Hawks has ever seen in person, but Dabi assures him he’ll never find another like it.

“On top babe, now. Reverse style. Gonna fuck up into this little angel cunt of yours.”

All of you change positions, doing exactly as he asked. Hawks sits by Dabi’s side, perfectly close enough for him to keep his word. He did make you cum, after all. You pull Hawks closer to you while Dabi pleasures you both with ease. Hawks’ cock is fat like a coke can. What a waste, you can barely believe he’s a virgin. You’re moaning into each other’s mouths intermittently, unable to believe one man is able to reduce you both to puddles with such ease. He’s kissing your neck and shoulders at the same time as toying with your hardened nipples.

“Twitchin’ like crazy in my hand baby, you gonna cum?” Dabi asks. Hawks pulls away from you with a spit string keeping you firmly connected so he can nod, confessing his sins, so close to blowing his load thanks to Dabi. “Better not, gotta get rid of your cherry, sweetheart. And our little baby girl likes two cocks, remember.”

“F-Fuck, Dabi, I can’t s-stop. You’re gonna make me cum all over your fingers.” Hawks admits, prompting Dabi to slow down.

“Gonna let him in this generous little pussy too, hm? Are you ready baby? Your other daddy needs to get rid of his cherry, don’t he?” Dabi hums into your ear, urging you to nod.

“N-Need another cock, daddy. Please, fuck me.” you request.

Hawks kneels in front of you, lining his oozing cock up with your already filled hole. He looks hesitant. There’s no way you can really want this, is there? It’s gonna be too much. Far too much for your tiny cunt to handle.

“Please…”

Fuck. How could he deny you? He begins to slowly push in, your eyes rolling over white is cinematic excellence. You’re doing that because of him. God. What a little whore. You really only fuck if there’s two cocks, huh? Dabi had no intention of letting you go after this, and honestly, Hawks isn’t sure if he’ll be able to either. It’s a perfect arrangement for everyone. Save for the little matter that Hawks absolutely should not be fucking around with one of the most wanted criminals in Japan. But he couldn’t help it, even if he wanted to. He’s fucking perfect.

He slides in fully, trembling above you as he comes to terms with it all. His cock resting snuggly against Dabi’s as the villain still visciously pounds against you. Your tight walls are doing a number on him too. He’s so fucking sensitive. The aggressive rub Dabi’s cock against his and the walls of your pussy bringing them even closer is making him gasp. He’s sweating uncontrollably, you’re desperate for movement but he can’t.

If he moves he’ll cum.

If he moves he’ll fucking cum.

“Give daddy a kiss baby, think he’s a lil overwhelmed by your cute little pussy.” Dabi tells you. You reach up to cup your daddy’s face, giving him a sweet kiss on the lips. He kisses back, slowly. Everything needs to be slow. So fucking slow or he’ll cum too soon. “Tell him how proud you are, doll. You’ve helped him lose his cherry. Gotta help daddy fuck you now, don’t you?”

“D-Doin’ – ahhhh fuck, daddy – doin’ so well daddy. Please, please move. Need you to fuck me. So proud o’ you daddy please fuck me stupid!”

And he tries, God, does he fucking try. He humps into you, lips locked with yours as he does. But a few pathetic humps and he’s whimpering into your mouth like a teenager jerking off for the first time. Dabi feels his cock get coated in his friend’s cream and the same can be said for your bumpy inner walls.

“You fuckin’ virgin. Ruined mine and baby’s fun.”

“N-No, please daddy, don’t stop.” you beg Dabi, eager to reach your high.

“Stop whining sweetheart, gonna give it t’ya.” he turns you around so that you’re riding him cowgirl. Hawks gets up so he can pick up his clothes and dress himself, he’s lost total interest in the two of you furiously chasing your orgasms. “Hope you can forgive daddy, was his first time after all. He’s gonna fuck you so good next time, just needs a little recharge. Isn’t that right, daddy.” Dabi states, tilting his neck to look Hawks in the eye with stabbing contempt. Hawks nods, followed by an affirmation. When will he ever say no to Dabi?

“P-Pleaaaaase, daddy. G’na cum,”

“Doin a real number on your daddy’s cocks tonight gorgeous, such a pretty pussy made of gold dust. Gonna make us both cum buckets inside that tight cunt.”

And that’s it. The final link of the chain snapping in your core. And Dabi has never felt anything like it as your pussy sucks and squeezes the life out of his cock. And it’s spent. He shoots sperm into you by the truckload and you have never felt so satisfied to have two deposits of cum inside of you. His veins are pulsing as you keep on clenching him through your own high. His moans are mesmerising. You wipe his hair out of his face, hair stuck down on his sticky forehead before kissing him through the remainder of your tidal waves and the aftershocks of your arrival.

He sparks up a cigarette to enjoy in his post orgasm glow, looking at the two of you like you’re beneath him. You are, to him, because he knows he’s the best fuck either of you will ever have. He’s set a standard, now, and you’ll both keep coming back for more.

“Take it easy for a while kiddos,” he speaks, inhaling and exhaling a fat plume of tarring smoke, “I need you both well rested ‘n ready for round two. We gotta get rid of your cherry for real next time.”

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Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader Genre: Smut Notes: If there's one thing certain in life it's that I'm never leaving my daddy Toji out of an event :) Warnings: stepcest, daddy kink, bratting, car sex, degradation, praise, petnames, orgasm denial, fingering, vaginal penetration, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie. Words: 2.6k

Your daddy hates it when you’re a brat. That’s how you found yourself in an alleyway in London getting fucked within an inch of your life in the backseat of his hired town car. There is part of you that is remorseful, of course, but there is an even bigger part of you that is grinning from ear to ear at this very expected turn of events. He just fucks you better when he’s riled up. And there’s absolutely no better way to rile him up that to be a big brat. You think he doesn’t know you do it on purpose? Huh? Do you think you have a dumb ol’ daddy who doesn’t know how much you like getting fucked like a whore?

He may tell you he hates it when you brat, but secretly, he loves it.

He flew you and your brother Megumi out to London so that you could do some Christmas shopping together. His wallet is as fat as his cock, and you love him for it. Your poor mother, she couldn’t even come and spend the holidays here with you because she was busy with work. What a shame. It means you have your daddy all to yourself.

Megumi isn’t stupid, either, he knows you’re his dad’s extra piece of ass. But he doesn’t care. Your brother, God love him, is quite possibly a bigger brat than you are. He isn’t a brat in the sense he’ll throw a tantrum if he doesn’t get what he wants. Toji just loves to throw money at him, so he’s come to expect it. He’s willing to turn a blind eye to your indiscretions so long as he gets whatever he wants, whenever he wants. And it suits Toji just fine, that’s what he’s been doing his whole life anyway.

“Let me out here, I matched with some whore on Tinder. Gonna meet her for some drinks and fuck her later.” Megumi explains. Toji nods, signalling the driver to pull over and let his son out. “I’ll be needing some cash for the date, of course.”

“Naturally, here, piss off and enjoy getting your dick wet. Later Megs,” Toji waves as your driver took off again.

He noticed you pouting out of the corner of his eye. Such a damn brat. He didn’t acknowledge you at all, you know he never does when you go all puppy dog eyes on him. So, you begin to whimper. Pawing at his shirt and snuggling closer to him.

“Daaaaaaddy.” you fuss, doing all that you can to gain his attention.

“What, baby? What is it?”

“’s not fair, daddy.” you tell him, folding your arms and moving away from him with a disgruntled expression on your sweet little face. He chuckles at that. So petulant and just plain adorable.

“What’s not fair darlin’? Look at me ‘n tell me, daddy can’t make it better unless you tell me.” he expresses. When you don’t budge, your eyes widen when you feel his enormous arms wrap around you. He pulls you onto his lap, commanding you to look him in the eyes as he manoeuvres your face with his index finger. “Tell me right now. Or I’m taking all of your new designer shit right on back to the store.”

“It’s just… why do you let Megumi do whatever he wants but not me? I’d never be allowed to go to a bar alone… you’re so strict with me, Toji.”

“Sorry, didn’t catch that. What the fuck did you just call me?”

“’m sorry… I meant daddy. I love you daddy.”

“That’s what I thought. It’s a big scary city sweetheart, ‘n you’re daddy’s little girl aren’tcha? Don’t want anything to happen to my baby, wanna keep you safe at all times.”

“But—”

“Enough. I know best, don’t I? Now, we’re gonna go back to the hotel and get ready ‘cause I’m takin’ you somewhere fancy to eat, alright?”

The novelty of your bratty behaviour quickly wore off, for him. You’d been in a bad mood since you got back to your hotel room. Normally you enjoy listening to music while you get ready, but today you sat in silence with the gloomiest expression on your face he’s ever seen.

Despite the fact you were wearing one of the absolutely gorgeous new dresses he’d bought for you, it still didn’t coax a smile out of you. Ungrateful little bitch. You didn’t even give your daddy a twirl. Why the fuck did he pay for it if you won’t even show him how good you look in it?

Just keep pushing him, see what happens.

You’re back in the town car again. The sky is black, and the Christmas lights are illuminating the sky. There’s too much light pollution for the stars to shine, but the seasonal decorations are the perfect substitute. And you’re back to where you had been earlier, the stores are still open. And suddenly, you’re in the mood to shop again.

“Daddy, I want some new shoes.” you tell him.

“That’s nice baby. But that’s not how I’ve taught you to ask for things plus you’ve been a little shit all day. So,”

“Can I please have some news shoes daddy?” you ask, oh so nicely, fluttering your big fake eyelashes at him. He smiles, holding your chin by his thumb and index finger as he tilts you towards him for a kiss. But instead of a kiss, you’re gifted with a smirk.

“No.”

And that’s it. You screamed bloody murder in the back of the car, pulling out your perfectly styled hair and flinging your shoes you already had on at him. Repeats of how much you wanted new shoes shrieked through the car, until finally,

“Alright, pull over.” Toji lamented. You were smiling so sweetly again, using the mirror from your purse to put your hair back in place. Such a damn brat.

That’s it, keep pushing him juuuust like that.

There was barely any room for either of you to move when you got back into the car. You’d given your daddy’s credit card a gorgeous workout, filling the boot of the car to the brim. You were never going to just get one pair of new shoes. And shoes weren’t the limit, either. More new clothes as well as new makeup to boot. Plus, a few sets of sexy lingerie just for daddy.

Even he couldn’t deny the way his cock hardened as you modelled them for him in the changing room.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you for my new things, daddy.”

“You better be good at the restaurant now, eat all your food ‘n behave yourself.” Toji tells you, there is an expectant look on his face. He expects you to be good. He knows you’re his good little girl, he just doesn’t know what’s gotten into you today.

“I don’t wanna go.”

“Baby—”

“No! I don’t want to go, Toji! I don’t wanna go I wanna go home.”

“Fuck sake. Hey, see this alleyway? Yeah. Pull the fuck over.”

Your heart rate quickened as the driver did as he was told. Toji threw a fat roll of cash at him and told him to go somewhere for a little while. He wanted some privacy with his favourite girl. It was exhilarating and alarming all in one terrifying bout. You made the interesting decision to ignore him; only adding an aggressive fuel to the fire.

Do you have a death wish?

He watched you with a threatening glare and a frightening smirk. You found one of the many new lipsticks you’d bought with your daddy’s money in one of the canary yellow bags resting by your feet. It was admirable, really, how you took your time with coating your lips in the nude pink, sweet tasting lipsticks. If he wasn’t already hard, he’s sure it would have had him standing to attention.

“I’ve been sooo naughty, daddy.” you speak as you offer him an over dramatic pout. He yanks you over to him by your wrist, spreading your legs open roughly with heavy palms. He gathers up your dress, slowly… slowly… slowly… until your slutty panties are exposed. The chilling air conditioning in the car instead hitting the sodden material. He laughs when you shudder against him. Poor, sweet thing.

“Such a bad girl for daddy, ain’t ya?”

“Mhmm, I just— oh, daddy!” you are interrupted as he starts prodding at the sticky, black lace between your legs.

“Just wanted your pussy played with, hm? Shoulda told me. Y’know I can’t get enough of your little princess cunt, baby. Tell daddy what you want.”

You can’t think and he’s barely touched you. Simple rubs over lace have you keening and mewling like a lunatic. He cherishes the sight of you losing your fucking sanity over nothing but a little bit of pussy rubbing. Daddy has such good fingers. He’s going at a snails pace, and still, you’re writhing uncontrollably. You’re worse when he does eventually pick up the pace. You try and hide in the crook of his neck, but he’d never allow that.

“Aw, c’mon now. Weren’t so shy when you were throwing a tantrum earlier. Do you want spend all of my fucking money again? Huh? Is that what you want baby?” Toji questions as he continues to flick his fingers over your clit.

“N-No! I want… I want—”

“I’ve only rubbed your cute clit a little, don’t tell me my baby has gone dumb already. What do you want?”

“Finger fuck me! Please, please daddy! I- I- I wanna cum all over your fingers, I need it daddy! I need it s’bad!”

He spreads your legs wider than you thought was possible. You watched as Toji sucked his fingers clean of your slick before moving your panties into the crease of your thigh. His fingers plunged inside of you again, his thumb not letting up on your swollen clit.

“Ohhhhh fuck, daddy! ‘m gonna cum-! Gonna cum f’you daddy!” you manage to breathe out through the delicious assault. He kisses your neck, unrelenting. A sign of solidarity that you are being a good girl for him now. And he’ll give you everything you want.

“So soon baby? Cum f’me… Go on, show daddy how pretty girls cum.”

Your teeth clenched. His lips pressed into your pulse point again and again as you chased your high. He’s such a good kisser. Your daddy always knows just the right places to show you love. You start to buck furiously against his fingers. So damn eager. So fucking needy. There was nothing you craved more in the entire world than this, right now. You wanted to cum. Cum for him.

And he pulled away.

Your eyes shot open, searching his features. He was mocking you. Fuck. You really messed up, it’s been a while since he denied you of anything you wanted. You couldn’t bear to think how long he’d drag this out for.

“D-Daddy?”

“Aw, you’re adorable, darlin’. My little girl is so confused. But you should know better by now, brats don’t get to cum.”

He brought you to the edge and ripped it away from you over and over and over again. It was amusing to him, to see you become such a foolish, babbling mess. All you could manage was slurred wants and desires. Needs and necessities. And he just wouldn’t give them to you. Do you blame him? After the way you behaved; he doesn’t think it’s such a bad thing that he’s battering your g-spot until your brain becomes soupy liquid dribbling from your ears. Tongue lolled out like a whore, just how he likes you.

Daddy’s little whore.

He soon grows tired tormenting fingertips drawing circles into your dewy core. He positions you on all fours, determined to bully his cock into you instead. It’s still near impossible to take his entire length despite the endless time he spent finger fucking your tremoring cunt.

He grabs a fistful of your hair, wrapping it around his wrist to gain better leverage to fuck into your spent little hole. The whole car rocks when he starts. It’s so embarrassing, but neither of you can find the ability to care. You can only hope no one comes by and notices what you’re up to. Toji, on the other hand, takes great delight in the prospect of passers by hearing you cry for his cock.

“S’big daddy!”

“I know baby, fuckin’ big. Describe it. Describe it for daddy.”

“Ah-! Too big f’me! So full, daddy! So full, want your cum…”

There was no chance that you could get away with this act of public indency, not with the way you were caterwauling. Toji was splitting you in two! You were sure of it. He began to pound into you with reckless abandon, and you hoped this meant you’d finally be allowed to cum. You held your stomach, positive you could feel him in your fucking womb.

“’m gonna cum daddy, please, please. Can I?”

“Cream daddy, darlin’. Want your creamy pussy gushin’ round me.”

And it’s lights out after that. You remember your vision clouding for a few moments, but he wouldn’t let you pass out on him. Harsh slaps to your face and rear brought you back from the brink of unconsciousness, and you looked over your shoulder, only to be greeted with a furious scowl.

“Don’t dare try to fall asleep baby, not done with ya.”

The statement remains true for a matter of seconds before he floods your stretched walls with his gooey, rich, cum. He’s grunting above you like an animal, unable to control his primal instincts. Marking your pretty pussy is one of the greatest joys of his life, you’re his. You are Toji Fushiguro’s marked little girl, your pussy is his property.

“C’mere. Turn around, face me. Face me, sweetheart.” he instructs. You’re slow in your movements. And of course your perfect daddy is quick to help you. Pulling you around like a perfect little doll, positioning you until you’re eye level with his cock. “Clean it.” he demands.

“D-Daddy…”

“Suck it clean darlin’. Don’t make me ask you again.”

You’d never deny him a request, especially one which involves his cock down your throat. You can feel him softening from his intense orgasm, and yet he’s still monstrously huge. He shudders each time your tongue darts into his slit. You want to do a thorough job of cleaning him, after all. You trace each vein of his drained shaft with your mischievous tongue.

Perfect girl. Perfect slut.

He pulls out, tracing his tip over your plump lips a few times before he gets a little rougher. Before long, he’s smearing leaky cum and your brand new lipstick all around the lower half of your face. Your mascara has already run down your face, so much crying over daddy’s big cock. Such a pretty baby. Your gorgeous face is daddy’s canvas.

“’m tired daddy… can we please go back to the hotel?” you ask, you flinch a little as soon as you speak. Realising that it sounds like you still haven’t learnt your lesson.

“Fuck it,” he starts. He pulls you onto his lap as he scrolls through his contacts to instruct your driver to take you back to the hotel. “orderin’ room service and fuckin’ your cute little pussy s’more. Alright? But we are going out for food tomorrow. And you better fucking behave yourself.” he explains, the stern bass in his voice made you squeeze your thighs ever so slightly. You burrow your face into his neck, peppering your favourite daddy in sweet, affectionate kisses.

“Thank you daddy.” you whisper.

He squeezes his arm around you a little tighter. You giggle at the change in pressure, you’re so close to your daddy. Barely any room to move. To breathe. And you love it. You love him. And…

“I love you, princess.”

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THEY NOTICE YOU’RE COLD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT — HAIKYUU

feat — timeskip!atsumu, iwaizumi, suna, bokuto + sakusa.

warnings — none!

note — ‘ts so very cold here currently so i had to air some very soft thoughts to warm myself up ❤︎

ఌ ATSUMU was a clingy sleeper but he also moved around a whole lot, normally subconsciously taking the covers with him while leaving you to shiver even in your sleep. tonight he was jostled awake suddenly, his eyes fluttering open as he whined slightly before realising he still had a few hours before he needed to get up. “baby?” his voice raspy as he speaks, noticing your arms aren’t around him instantly. atsumu pats at the space next to him, feeling around for you before he almost flinches at the cold feel of your skin when he finally finds you, becoming suddenly aware of the blanket wrapped around his legs. “oh no angel, ‘m sorry. cmeer, let me warm ya up.” he mumbles, whispering softly to your sleeping figure as he brings you into his arms, kicking the covers back up over you both and rubbing his hands gently over your arms to warm you up, before peppering a few gentle kisses on your forehead as an apology and pulling you flush against his chest.

ఌ IWAIZUMI normally slept spooning you so he groans when he felt you shuffle next to him, waking up on his back and turning around with a soft pout on his lips, his brows furrow at being woken up but he was more surprised that he wasn’t wrapped around you honestly. but his frown drops quickly when he sees you shivering next to him, your legs curled up towards your stomach and he curses under his breath when he notices the comforter basically wrapped around his hips instead. “shit.” iwaizumi mutters, quick but gentle when he moves, careful not to wake you as he grabs the blanket and begins to wrap it around you tightly, freezing every so often whenever you show any signs of waking up as he secures it, tucking you in before bringing you close to his chest, placing a soft kiss on your temple as he mumbles out a huffed apology, his voice still raspy and laced with sleep “i’ll keep you warm, doll.”

ఌ SUNA felt himself wake up because he was cold himself, turning to grab the comforter beside him before he nuzzles deeper into it, turning on his side to face you. his eyes narrow to make his way through the dark to look for you, his arm reaching out gently when he doesn’t feel you next to him, before pulling you against his chest. but his eyes basically snap open when he feels how cold you are, noticing how you’re shivering slightly in his hold. “shit pretty baby, you’re freezing.” suna breathes, his voice deeper as he speaks, eyes still laced heavily with sleep but he fights to keep them awake so he can warm you up first. he smoothes his hands along your skin, his touches gentle in the hopes it’ll warm you up but he smirks lazily to himself when he feels you nuzzle into his chest, finally comfortable and warm when he pulls the comforter over you both.

ఌ BOKUTO loved cuddling into you while you both slept, and although he was normally a heavy sleeper he felt himself blink awake when you kicked at his side. he tightly grabs the comforter around him before he reaches out for you almost naturally, your warmth always making him feel the most comfortable. but he gasps quietly to himself when he notices your shivering figure over your side of the bed. bokuto instantly shuffles towards you before he pulls you back against him, throwing the comforter over your trembling figure as he tries to rub some heat into your skin, a few sleepy whines and whimpers falling from his pouty lips when he blinks down at you, his eyes heavy and a little shiny—guilt already eating away at him “baby ‘m sorry, don’t freeze, i’ll keep you warm i promise.” finally falling back asleep and making sure to hug you even tighter.

ఌ SAKUSA was a light sleeper so he’d woken up when he felt you tremble beside him, his eyes peeking over ever so slightly. he was a little grumpy at first, smoothing his curls out of his face with a natural pout on his puffy lips, but they part slightly when he notices you shivering. “love, come here. we wouldn’t want you getting sick now, would we?” kiyoomi murmurs, grinning to himself as he admires your still sleeping features. his tone is smooth despite being laced with sleep and even when you’re asleep you can’t help but melt into his touch. he frowns, grabbing the comforter when he notices it at the bottom of the bed with a tsk, huffing and pulling it back up gently, careful not to wake you before wrapping it around your shaking body and bringing you into his side, placing a kiss to your cheek before finally closing his eyes again.

hate for my first drawing of the year to be so messy and halfassed but i rly just was not feeling it sorry yuuji :/

looks at you lovingly <3

I know, I said, I wouldn’t post art on here as for now, but this is not about me. It’s about Wakatoshi Ushijima.

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short break from the skts content to present to you the onigiri boy

Can I request some really nasty smut with Dabi? I’m really a simp for that angsty baconboy😍

Dabi’s such a sadist lmao. I was gonna make him use toys but wasn’t sure if your comfortable with it. Enjoy though.

- ash

tw : pussy slapping, oral (m+f), mirror sex, sadism, squirting, suggested titty fucking, edging. 18+

NSFW 18+

wc : 0.6k

‘Ya like that hm? Like it when I fuck you like this- fucking slut don’t try look away from me.’

Your hair pulled back in a tight grasp, ass slapping harshly against dabis hips as he rolled agrivatingly fast into you, nothing but sex and lust filling the room. The mirror infront of you reflecting how much he fucked you out.

Mascara ran down your face from when he forced you on his cock, lips sucking and tongue wrapped around his flushed tip, trying your best to take him all in, gagging and retching noises escaping you, fat tears rolling down your pink cheeks. Dabi couldn’t get enough of how hard you tried to please him, how hard indeed. At the end of the day you didn’t want him to have to punish you right?

Hair stuck to your forehead from how he pushed your legs to your chest, licking a long wet stripe down the open slit of your pussy, edging you on and on, spitting on your puffy clit and rubbing it with his harsh touch. Cooing at how you screamed everytime you nearly squirted over him, only to be denied and the process to start all over again.

And here you were now - 1 hour later and he wasn’t done with you. Body arched into a doggy position, eyes forced to connect with his in the long mirror infront of you, tits bouncing and flesh of your ass jiggling under his touch.

‘Ah- fuck- I cant…’

‘Yeah you fucking can. I know you can. Fuck- what did I just say about looking away from me?’

A Yelp left your throat when he grabbed your neck and twisted you into an impossible position, drool and saliva pushed into your mouth in a sloppy kiss, the tongue piercing planted in the middle of his centre rimming all over your mouth, you couldn’t help but sob at how much it hurt, how tight you were and how big he was. Prince Albert piercing just ramming into you.

‘Dabi please…’ts too much..’

‘Your so tight- missed this pussy so much.’

A pinch to the skin off your ass and a slap to your pussy made you scream out a near release, slick drooling down your legs. Weak body trembling at this point, so used and fucked out for this man towering over you.

It had been a month since you last saw him, all he could do was suffice with the naughty teasing photos you sent him whilst he was out of town, the ones where you pushed your tits up and battered your eyelashes. You don’t understand how many times dabi squeezed the thick base of his long cock to the thought of him fucking between those tits he owned, those tits he wanted to mark and scar so nobody else could ever touch em.

And finally the day came, all your bullshit talking added up and you almost wish you didn’t egg him on so much. Such a tease you were-

‘FUCK-‘ Liquid sprayed from you, your hair dropped, body slumped onto the bed under you. You couldnt stop cumming and squirting, all the build up escaping at once.

‘Shit- did you just squirt?’

‘…was ‘too much…’

‘Fuck, wanna see you do that again doll, that okay with you.’

‘Please no…’

A grip to your throat made you clench around nothing again, it was so easy to get you turned on, whimpers and innocent moans clogging your throat once more.

‘I don’t take no for an answer’

-

can i request arranged marriage with toji and corruption please 🥰

wedding rings - toji x fem!reader (5k)

the zenin clan just can't stop meddling in toji's affairs. what's he supposed to do with the nervous little virgin who shows up on his doorstep and says that her family and his have said they have to get married? not fuck her?

warnings: not sfw/minors dni. arranged marriage. corruption kink. virgin reader. light cunnilingus, fingering, coming inside. light dub-con by nature of 'arranged marriage'. afab reader, fem pronouns.

[a/n: writing toji is always so much fun ;_; ]

When you showed up at Toji’s door with suitcase in hand, trembling lip and eyes all wide and frightened, he had laughed outright.

It was just like the fucking Zenin clan to be meddling in his life even now, wasn’t it? Even though Toji has abandoned them and slaughtered their ilk, their bullshit about bloodlines still leaks into every facet of what they do; and clearly the idea that Toji, even with his flawed lack of cursed energy, might be able to pass on the technique and hasn’t got a pretty little wife to impregnate yet had rankled them so badly that they’d sorted the whole situation out for him.

If he didn’t hate jujutsu society so much, he’d almost feel bad for you.

You’re clearly in the bloom of life; fresh-faced and innocent, not expecting to find yourself in Toji’s messy shithole of an apartment (why bother making it nice, when he spends so long out of it for work?). He wonders who you’ve pissed off to end up here.

As it turns out, you end up telling him yourself, a frown on your face.

Turns out, you’re . . . not quite just like him, but you’ve been fucked over by your clan just as much for not being able to be useful. You can see cursed spirits, but you’ve got no cursed energy, no technique – despite your clan usually producing good, dutiful, powerful wives. Disappointment of the family. He can understand what that feels like.

So they were probably glad to get rid of you. Might even hope you’ll bear Toji’s kid and it’ll have no technique to speak of itself, too – so both families can forget about you.

(Well, Toji thinks to himself with a grin – his family can’t forget about him, much as they want to, considering both his nickname and his line of work.)

He takes a sip of the glass of water he’s holding in his hand, green eyes focused very hard on you. You’re not in traditional clothing, like most clan members he knows would be; you’re wearing a pale blue dress that you keep tugging uncomfortably down over your thighs. Toji lets his eyes linger on your thighs, too – he might as well appreciate the view, he supposes.

Your suitcase is full of, as well as a collection of clothes in modest cut and soft, pastel colours, documents. Toji flips through some of them, nose wrinkling at the boring jargon. He does linger on a caveat about if you bear him children, they all have to take the Zenin name, and Toji and you will be ‘compensated handsomely’ for handing over the kid’s education and raising to the clan--

Bullshit.

Toji’s about to crumple them up on the floor and tell you to get the fuck out of his house, when he catches sight of you over the edge of the paper. You’ve drawn yourself in; shoulders tight, pretty mouth pressed into a tight line, eyes shining with a mixture between hope and fear. You look so lost. You look so innocent.

A little curl of heat makes itself known in the very base of Toji’s stomach; the thought of you being a good little wife, on your knees. The thought of him telling you exactly how to suck his cock.

He knows how the sorcerer clans raise women like you.

He knows you’ll be eager to please and obedient, falling over yourself to keep your man happy. He knows, too, that you’ll be pliant and agreeable – and that you’ll be pure as the driven snow. That thought gives him pause.

You’re seductive to him without realising it, in the totally guileless way you act, as if you don’t know that he’s considering how your tits would fill his hands and how tight your precious, untouched cunt would feel around his girth.

If he rejects you, what will your clan do?

You’re as fucked as him. He can see it in the shine of your eyes in his kitchen; you’re afraid he will throw you out, like he was thinking of. Leave you to fend for yourself on the streets of Japan, because there’s no way your family will want you back after even scum like Toji’s rejected you.

Would it be so bad?

He lets himself look at you critically. He takes in the curves, the dips, the contours of your body; the way you’d feel beneath him. Your face, and what it would look like lost in pleasure.

Perhaps it would be pleasant, to have someone to return to after a hit; to have someone warm his bed, curl around him, cook for him and take care of him. Perhaps it would be pleasant to take a pretty little virgin and break her into exactly what he wants in a woman. To teach her how he likes to fuck, how he likes her to act, to condition her until he can crook his finger at her and she’s bending over, presenting herself already slick and needy for his cock to use however he sees fit.

“Alright,” he says, draining the glass. “Sure, sweetheart. We’ll get married.”

Later on that night, he creeps into the spare room. You’re asleep on top of the covers in a cute pyjama set that’s all frills and froth and pale pink; elastic in the shorts digging into the flesh of your thighs, top clinging to the curve of your chest. His cock stirs in his pants looking at you. You’re so . . . innocent. There’s no mark to you; Toji wants to cling to your hips until there are bruises in the shape of his hands, wants to worry love-bites into your neck like a necklace, wants to ruin you until you’re tear-stained and whimpering and arching your hips up for him--

Calloused fingers trail along your skin. You’re so soft. Where Toji is all scars and muscle, your skin is like satin. You moan in your sleep, pretty face furrowing, and Toji wants to see your face creased in pleasure too. Your mouth drops open and he imagines thrusting his cock in it; how pretty and shiny your lips would look wrapped around his shaft, almost too big for you to even take.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, thumb skimming the exposed stomach where your pyjama top has ridden up. “Ripe for the picking, ain’t ya?”

Your eyes twitch. Eyebrows, furrow – and you blink your gaze awake, sticky-slow, to see your fiancee looming over you in the dark.

“What’re you—?” You ask, still sleep-laced, but Toji just makes a soft noise in the back of his throat.

“Just lookin’ at the merchandise, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Wanna make sure you ain’t damaged, that’s all--”

“I—I’m not!” The cute little burst of outrage is ruined somewhat by the yawn that you have to suppress in the middle of it, but Toji grins.

He didn’t think the Zenins would send you if you weren’t – they wouldn’t want to risk the precious possibility of a kid born with power and technique not really being one of theirs – but it’s nice to hear your mouth confirm what he’s been suspecting and hoping is the truth.

“Aw, baby girl,” he says, keeping his voice low and even, trying to comfort you even as his hand is sliding further up, cupping one of your breasts (his palm brushes your nipple and he feels it harden beneath his touch, stiffening to a peak – he wants to see what you look like under there so badly), “C’mon, it’s fine. I ain’t gonna hurt you--”

“M-Mr Zenin,” you say, and the tremble in your voice is so cute. His cock is straining against the boxer shorts he wore to sleep in. You’re wide awake now; your eyes meeting his. “I—I know, but--”

He’s on the bed. He doesn’t miss how your gaze strays to his veined forearms, where the muscles bulge in his biceps, the carefully sculpted and maintained abdomen and pecs – he sees the swallow in your throat, the way your cute little tongue reaches out to swipe nervously over your lower lip.

Thumb brushes your collarbone and you shudder, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. He sees your thighs twitch, squeeze together – he’s willing to bet if he dipped his fingers into your slit right now, he’d pull his digits back out with your slick glimmering on them.

“Just call me Toji.”

“T-Toji—” Your voice pitches, shuddering with arousal that you don’t know how to handle. He’s heard that note in women’s voice before; that desperate ‘I want to be touched, but I know I shouldn’t want it’ wobble. He’s been the cause of it more times than he can count.

“S’okay,” he soothes, his other hand rounding over your hip, his knees nudging your legs apart. “You’re savin’ yourself for marriage, yeah? We’ll get the papers signed in the mornin’, I promise, botha our families are the kind to make sure things can be rushed through quick--”

“I—” You’re a little breathless, all needy and hot under his touch. It’s adorable. “I shouldn’t, please, it’s only a few days--”

“You want to.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement, as he curls his fingers about your hip, as he settles his own muscular thighs between yours and he sees that there’s a damp spot on the pale pink shorts. Soaked through your underwear and your nightwear? He forgot how sensitive virgins can be. “Don’t lie to yourself, angel.”

He leans down, scarred lips brushing yours. You taste like his toothpaste; peppermint on his tongue as he swipes it over your lower lip and you sigh as you allow him entrance. It’s the first mark of him on you, but he knows it won’t be the last. He deliberately presses his knee against your clothed mount, grinding it just a little – and you whimper into his mouth, heated and desperate.

“We’ll be married soon as,” he murmurs to you, pulling back, looking at you with lust darkening his eyes. No man has ever looked at you quite as hungrily as Toji is looking at you right now. And he’s so handsome, his touches gentle-- “You wanna be a good girl for me, right? S’just what a wife does for her husband, yeah?”

“Yes,” you breathe, and Toji grins at you. It’s a feral, starving grin, that you feel deep inside of you as you clench around nothing and burn to be touched.

He kisses you again, hungrier. He nips at your lower lip, his tongue roughly demanding entrance – he dances against your own. You’ve never really understood the idea of kissing with tongues, but Toji knows exactly what he’s doing; hitting a spot on the roof of your mouth that makes you shudder and gasp, your hands coming up to grasp his biceps.

The muscle underneath them is so solid, and Toji can’t help but notice how soft your hands are on him. He knows you’ll be that soft everywhere else, and the thought spurs him on.

“I’m gonna undress you now,” he tells you, thick and throaty. His big fingers curve under the hem of the lacy top you’re wearing, gently tugging it up over your stomach and then your breasts. That sharp green gaze caresses every newly bared inch of you, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “Fuckin’ hell. You’re a sight for sore eyes, sweetheart.”

Your skin feels hot under the compliment, Toji’s flat palm sliding along the softness of your tummy to round over your breasts. Your nipples have pebbled and stiffened in the cool air of the spare room, and Toji flicks his thumb along one (making you shiver, again, he notices) before he bends his head to suckle the bud into his mouth, his tongue lapping at it in a way that has your back arching and thighs clenching.

He chuckles at the noise you make as his lips pop off, and he turns his attention to the other side.

“Responsive, ain’t ya?” He asks. “You’re adorable.”

You give him a trembling breath as a response, which he takes as a sign to begin a trail of wet, open mouthed kisses down from your breasts to your stomach, tongue tracing the shape of your navel, teeth grazing your hips so gently that you barely feel them. He takes the waistband of your shorts in his mouth and tugs those down using your teeth, and the vision of him between your legs like that--

“Ha,” he says, as his fingers reach to tug them, expertly manipulating your legs so he can get them off without moving from between them. “Careful there, darlin’. You’re gonna soak right through the sheets.”

His mouth, again – kissing firmly against the wet patch on your underwear, his breath fiery hot. His mouth is solid enough that you feel the jolt that goes through you as his nose pushes against your clit, even through the cotton. Toji almost smirks at how much of a cliché the white cotton underwear trimmed with pale pink lace is, but the scent of you is too heady for him to want to do anything but bury his head between your thighs.

Lower. He kisses all over your slit, hard enough that you jerk, ruing the barrier between you two. His thumb strokes circles into your inner thigh--

He seems content to kiss at you through the fabric – but really, he’s waiting for you to give in. To beg him to take them off. From just how wet his face is even with the barrier in his way, he doesn’t think it will be long – and you do not disappoint. You raise your whips, softly mewling;

“Please, I –”

“Please, what, darlin’?” He asks you. “C’mon, you can use your words – no secrets from your husband, right?”

“I—” You’re so cute, squirming and feeling like a slut for him. He loves it. He loves the tremble of your body and the fact that your eyes are glassy with need. “P-please take my underwear off, I wanna--” You swallow. “W-wanna feel without it--”

“Aww, y’should’ve just said so,” Toji says. Fingers pry beneath the gusset.

He doesn’t bother manipulating your body this time. He simply tugs hard enough to split the seams, the fabric delicate from being saturated in your slick.

(Doesn’t matter, anyway. While he’s home, you won’t be wearing underwear.)

You gasp at the display of strength, swallowing – and Toji grins at you again. Oh, you like that? He’s got more shows of strength where that came from, don’t you worry.

He props up your knees with his hands and says;

“Wrap your hands around these, keep your legs spread for me like a good girl, yeah?”

You nod, shyly averting your gaze as you do just that and the position spreads you open lewdly; your velvet-soft folds bared entirely to Toji’s hungry eyes.

You’re already absolutely dripping, but Toji can see that you’re nervous.

“Don’t worry,” he soothes you, again. He can’t help but notice how small you look; the pearl of your clit nestled between curling soft petals, your pulsing hole. He knows you’ll take him, but . . . fuck, he thinks you’ll be a stretch. Not that that’s a bad thing. “I’m gonna open you up, darlin’, alright?”

“Y-yeah,” your voice is tremulous, soft – and sends a throb right to his cock. It’s been straining against his boxer shorts since the moment he saw you, but your eyes all big and glossy with trust and the vulnerable position you’re in and the knowledge you have never been touched like this are really doing a number on it.

But fuck it, he’s not gonna hurt you more than he has to if he’s really going to keep you around. He gently spreads your plump labia lips even further apart with his fingers, so your clit stands swollen to attention. You shiver under his calloused fingers, as he leans in and a hot wash of breath fans over you.

Toji’s tongue darts out to lap a long, slow stripe from perineum to clit, and though he can’t see your face any more, he hears the way you whimper.

Another. He lets himself soak his face in your slick; lets his tongue get deep between your folds. You taste so good on his tongue; honey-sticky and sugar-sweet. The tip of the wet muscle gently flickers against your clit and your hands are suddenly wrapped in his hair, your chest heaving in sensitive gasps. You keep your legs raised, so he decides to be kind. He eases his lips off of you for a moment to mumble, amused;

“Don’t pull too hard, I’m too young to be losin’ my hair--”

Before he dives back in between your legs, once more licking and sucking at the tender flesh. Your stomach explodes in fireworks, your heart beating so fast you can hear it in your ears. Toji’s mouth and tongue against you is a wet, lascivious noise that at once makes your toes curl in pleasure and cringe in embarrassment. Is it awful and forward of you to be enjoying yourself like this? Your family have always drilled into you that a proper wife isn’t a slut, but still does what her husband wants--

Toji’s not your husband yet, but this is fine, right? To have him eating you out like you’re a desert oasis? His lips lock around your clit and he sucks and your vision whites out for a second, your hands tugging hard at the dark hair in your grip--

And he comes away with a light laugh that still manages to shiver with seduction. His face is shiny with you as he looks at you with eyes half-lidded and still hungry.

“What’d I say, huh?” He teases you. “Angel, I could have fucked you with my tongue all night--” He likes seeing how the crude words make you flinch, nervous but pleased but ashamed all warring within you. Your lips are pushed forward, the moue almost petulant. His voice drops a tone. “Don’t look at me with that cute pout. You don’t know what it does to me.”

If he didn’t still need to stretch you out using his fingers, he’d take a moment to kiss you so you could taste yourself and just how needy you’d been for him on his lips. But he’s still driving a hole through his boxers, so . . . the sooner you’re able to take him, the better.

You’ve gone back to holding your legs apart with your hands. Excellent.

Besides. He hadn’t finished what he was doing, and he thinks it’ll be easier to fuck you if you’ve already come once. Your poor, swollen clit hasn’t had all the attention it deserves. You’re being so cute, so well-behaved for him--

“Relax,” he says, softly, as he eases his fingers from spreading you open, dipping them in the mess he’s made of your slit. “This might sting a bit--”

One finger finds your hole; circles the sensitive entrance, making the muscles in your thighs tremble. But you keep your legs spread open for him like a good girl, and he’s able to gently push his index finger in, first to one knuckle, then to the second, and then to the ones at the base.

“Good girl,” he breathes, barely able to breathe at how tight you feel around him. Your insides are silky and hot and wet, clinging to him like a lifeboat in the sea. He pumps the lone finger in and out of you, rubbing the pad against the inside of your walls until he finds the spot that makes you throw your head back and give him a long, choked moan. “There we go,” he keeps talking to you, softly, like you’re a spooked animal. “’M gonna put the second one in, yeah? You’re takin’ it like a champ, sweetheart. You wanted this, huh?”

You babble something that he doesn’t care enough to listen to but overall sounds positive. This one’s a stretch, his middle finger and index finger even tighter. But he needs to get three in you, he thinks, or you’ll never take his cock. You let go of your thighs, and he sucks in a breath – but your feet clearly need purchase on the bed, your fingers twisting in bedsheets now they can’t twist in his hair, and you breathe through the stretch so he figures it’d be churlish to tell you off for it now.

He keeps hitting that spot as he fucks you slowly on his fingers, until he can feel your cunt sucking him in, pulsing around him.

“Third finger,” he tells you, his own throat dry. “Next time I fuck you with this one, you’ll feel my weddin’ ring--”

You tighten around the other two at that. Cute. Three fingers opening you wide, scissoring inside of you, aches – but you’re being so good for him, the most that’s coming out of your mouth sweet little whines. Toji rewards you by crooking them inside you against that spot, his thumb coming to gently rub circles into your swollen clit.

He’s been teasing you for too long, and you are a virgin – it’s no surprise that the stimulation proves too much for you too quickly, and you arch your back at the same time as fireworks go off inside of you, your cunt fluttering around his fingers, tightening and loosening as waves of euphoria wash over you.

You soak Toji’s fingers with the rush of your release; the gush of liquid.

He whistles, low and impressed. So you’re a squirter, huh? Toji doesn’t mind that at all. It’s not like he’ll be doing the laundry – and it’s kind of hot, to look down at you and see what a mess he’s made of your little virgin cunt--

“That’s it,” he says, guiding you over the last low crests of your orgasm. “I think y’can take me now, sweetheart. Let’s get you comfy--”

He shows off his strength a bit, because he knows it will get you going despite the sensitivity of your body from your recent orgasm. You’re man-handled by him higher on the bed, so your head is on the mountain of pillows you’ve slipped down. He can pick you up as if you weigh nothing at all, despite the creak of the bedsprings clearly saying the opposite.

Your legs are urged to wrap around his hips.

“Don’t worry,” he tells you, again. He doesn’t think he’s ever reassured a fuck as carefully and constantly as he’s reassuring you; but then again, he’s never intended to marry one of his fucks before.

You, though – you’re so adaptable. So untouched. So different from women and men who come onto him at bars and flutter eyelashes and make soft little insinuations. He can corrupt you into exactly what he wants, and the thought of you knowing nothing but his cock forever and serving him like he’s the only man in the world--

It’s enough to make a lesser man come in his pants.

“You’re tired, yeah? I’ll do most of the work. You lie there and take it like the sweetheart you are.”

He’s shucked his underwear off in the man-handling, and now he shifts so that you can see the full glory of what he’s packing. Your eyes widen.

He gets that a lot. Even for a virgin who’s probably never seen a cock before, it’s obvious that Toji’s the real deal – you swallow, nervous, and whisper;

“I—what if it doesn’t fit--?”

(There’s a tremble of fear in there, that you’ve fucked up; that he still might throw you aside if you can’t take him, and now you’ve been utterly ruined.)

“Hey,” he says, all comforting and appeasing, “I ain’t hurt you yet, have I?” You shake your head, but your bottom lip is still trembling. “I’m gonna go slow with you, I promise.” He shifts forward again, the head of his cock catching against your entrance. “Just keep your eyes on me, darlin’. I promise, it’ll feel so good . . . you wanna keep your husband happy, don’t ya? I’ve already got you all stretched and prepped. Just breathe--”

He keeps up the steady stream of talk as he urges his hips forward, your cunt swallowing the head of his cock first before he’s able to push more of his shaft in. You keep your eyes on his, green eyes locked against yours – and though he can hear the shake in your chest, you don’t make any noise louder than a huff when he gets two thirds of the way in. He pauses there for a minute, letting you adjust – he can feel every minute tremble of your body, swears he can hear your heartbeat.

“Good?” He asks, and you nod – and he slides the last third of himself inside you in the same unhurried pace, until he’s settled hot and heavy entirely inside of you.

His eyes map your stomach, pleasure rushing through him at how big he must be inside of you; there’s the lightest shadow on your pelvis, as if he’s big enough to make your stomach bulge. He takes in the sight of you with all nine inches of him buried inside of you; the sore, spread-wide stretch of your cunt around him, the creamy ring of your pleasure where you’re joined.

He can’t fuck you vigorously – he thinks he’d fucking breakyou - but you’re tight enough that he’s getting plenty of stimulation just from keeping his cock in there.

“P-please,” you manage to form, through your swollen lips and your glassy eyes and your dry throat. “W-want you to fuck me, Toji--”

Oh, fucking hell.

You’re perfect.

“I will, sweetheart, don’t you worry,” he instinctively leans down and presses a kiss on your sweat-soaked forehead, flexing his hips so they withdraw the smallest amount. “Just lie there and take it for me--”

You do.

He doesn’t fuck into you with abandon, though he wants to more than he can say; plenty of time for that in the future, as your cunt moulds to his cock and it isn’t such an effort to get it inside of you. Plenty of time for you to learn just how hard he wants to rail you, until you’re covered in his bruises and there are friction burns on your knees – plenty of time for him to show you every depraved thing you make him want to do to you and make sure that you enjoy it.

He fucks you with slow, shallow strokes, taking most of his pleasure from the way you feel around of him; your eyes, your mouth, your heaving chest. You’re hot and tight and wet and grip him perfectly – his fingers digging into your thighs where they’re wrapped around his hips.

He’s been hard for what seems like hours, so it’s no surprise, either, that he feels his orgasm come quickly up on him like a steam train – it’s not like you’re going to shame him for coming quickly, you’ve never even been fucked before. So he lets the heat all gather low in his belly until he can feel himself teetering on the edge – and then, he dips his head and pulls you into a heated kiss as he grinds his hips in a circular motion inside of you and feels himself tip over the precipice.

His cock shudders and judders inside of you, shooting rope after rope of his come deep into your body; thick and hot and full. His teeth worry at your bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood, the groan vibrating through you as he comes and pushing you into another short, trembling orgasm as if trying to milk him dry of everything that he can give you.

(You like him coming inside? He can work with that too.)

Your thighs are tight around his hips, your arms draping loosely about his neck as he kisses you. Your tongue nervously probes at the scar; the slightly raised line bisecting his mouth, and though he usually doesn’t like it being noticed or touched (he knows it gives him an air of danger, but sometimes the events surrounding it’s acquirement sting), he finds that with you he doesn’t mind.

With you, his eyes flicker closed and he just enjoys the closeness and warmth of your body, even as he gently pulls his cock out of you (you leak slick onto the bedsheets, again. He’s gonna have to buy some more laundry tablets).

“How’s that, darlin?” He murmurs to you, not moving from his comfortable place on top of you. “Glad y’didn’t save it for marriage now, huh?”

Your cheeks radiating heat is enough answer for him, Toji’s smirk so wide and smug that it threatens to split his face in two. He flops to one side of you, pulling you in, cradling you against him like a little spoon. He can’t help but notice that the curve of your body fits perfectly against his.

The two of you will fit even better in Toji’s bed, he thinks.

“We’ll get all the paperwork and shit sorted tomorrow,” he tells you, as he feels your breathing begin to even out, the tremors from your orgasm begin to fade. He could get used to this too. Someone warming his bed. Someone to cuddle up to on cold nights. Someone soft, to ease the loneliness he hadn’t realised he was feeling.

He doesn’t want to get sappy on you, though. He lowers his face to the shell of your ear, breathing gently, murmuring in a voice that’s still dripping with desire for everything you represent to him;

“The other stuff that goes with a marriage too. I wasn’t kiddin’ about wantin’ to finger you with my wedding ring on, darlin’.”

Paralyzer

Ship: Simon “Ghost” Riley/Reader Summary: After busting a cartel, you and Ghost get hit with an experimental drug they were pushing.  Tags: Breeding kink, cream pie, sex pollen, power play, drug use, pet names,  mask kink, voice kink, multiple orgasms, orgasm delay, biting, marking, forced eye contact, PWP, voyeurism, rough sex, oral sex (female receiving)

“Perimeter is clear!”

Ghost’s voice comes in crisp over the com and you smile proudly to yourself. Clicking your side of the com open, you shoot back, “Roger that, big man. I’ll meet you at your location.”

The mission had gone well, all things considered. Not a single thing had gone astray, which you were still suspicious about, but you had a little bit more faith now that it was almost over. All that was left was one final sweep of the tiny town, an inventory of drug, weapon, and money caches, and then a two day hike back to the pick up location and you were in the clear.

You see him in the window as you slowly make your way to the main building; it looked like, at some point years ago, it had been a small but proud city hall until the now dead drug lord moved in and made it a laboratory. Still, even though it was starting to crumble from lack of care, and reeked of chemicals, it still towered over the blocks of shacks the residents once called home.

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Kerosene Touch

Tags: soft!Ghost, creampies, thigh fucking, slight somnophilia, blood and injury, resolved sexual tension, emotional hurt/comfort, emotional sex, sharing a bed, one bed trope, friends to lovers, vulnerability, mentions of a bad past, self doubt, breast fondling, touch starved

Ship: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Summary: When Ghost gets injured during a fight, it’s your job as his (almost personal) medic to help him out but the stubborn man refuses until you both get to safety. Good news, there is a hotel where you can clean him up and get some rest. Bad news, there’s only one bed and a lot of unspoken, unresolved tension between the two of you. 

   The cold of Russia’s late winter was harsh enough to seep through the car’s exterior. Despite the heater being on full blast, you still felt the draft of brittle dryness biting at your skin. Teeth chattering, you raise your gloved hands to your mouth and try to exhale your hot breath onto your numb fingers.

   Ghost looks over at you from the driver’s seat, just for a moment before his eyes are back on the icy roads. “We’ll be at the next village in no time,” he tells you.

   “Thank god,” you mutter. “I think my fingertips are gonna freeze off!”

   Ghost thinks of taking your hands in one of his. He could spare one hand on the wheel to help warm you up, but the thought of touching you leaves a bitter taste in his mouth- not at disgust of you, but himself. He has no right to touch you, to taint your skin with his contact, to mar your flesh. So he doesn’t, instead simply allowing his fingers to curl tighter around the steering wheel.

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Hello, luv! I hope that’s your having a fantastic day (if not I do hope it brightens up!!!), and wish you a wonderful week. I’m a fan of you writing and was wondering if you could cook up some headcanons with a Medic!reader who sleeps around and offers comfort to all the COD boys. Medic exclaims that they need to make sure the boys sexual and mental health is good too. Whether that be cuddles or a having the boys run a train on them.

It doesn’t start out as well communicated as you would hope. The guys definitely start out a bit… territorial. 

At first, it’s just Ghost and Soap. It was a total accident the first time, just a night where the tension snapped and you got your back blown out and your holes filled. They work the best together, like their minds are on the same plane when it comes to fucking you. 

Then Price gets added into the mix and it’s a little difficult at first, but still goes smoothly. Gaz gets involved shortly after and he’s level headed enough to not rock that boat (is the one that loves cuddling after sex the most.)

When Alejandro joins, you have to sit them all down and lay out the ground work for a healthy, stable relationship (platonic, FWB, romantic, whatever it may be). 

You’re honest that, while you enjoy the sex as much as them, you do this for them to meet their (and your) needs since you’re almost always together and/or out on missions. Hard to form stable relationships when you can’t really settle down. 

It’s healthy! That’s how you justify it anyway. And it is, after a few maybe awkward days, it goes surprisingly smooth after that. 

You’re going to get gang banged on the regular. Absolute cum dump. 

Gaz and Soap want to just be with you the most, skin to skin, holding hands, soft kissing, simple dates. 

Alejandro likes to just lay his head on your lap while you play with his hair. Sometimes sings to you while you do so, soft, low, gentle singing. 

Ghost enjoys your massages. You’re pretty fucking good at them and he’ll come to you any time he needs a gentle touch. Just sits down and sighs and slumps his shoulders and you eagerly work his sore, tense muscles. 

Price is a little more old fashioned and feels like he needs to woo you. Movie and dinner dates before he absolutely ruins you. 

There’s a group chat filled of pictures and videos of you getting railed, nailed, and fucked. You save a lot of them just to… reminisce when you’re away from the boys. 

HQ BOYS MEETING A BEAUTIFUL FAN

⟶ ft. kuroo, suna, ushijima

♡ kuroo

"kuroo? kuroo testurou?"

kuroo whips around, ready to apologise to whoever that the nekoma volleyball team is currently rushing to catch their bus back to school, when he's suddenly hit with...

kuroo's jaw drops.

he doesn't even know how to describe what he's seeing. all he knows is that he's currently staring at the girl of his dreams.

"um, could i take a video with you?" you give him a tentative grin, before rocking back on your heels, adding, "and if it's okay, could you wish my friend to get well soon?"

kuroo immediately closes his mouth, aware that he looks completely stupid in front of the cutest girl he's ever laid eyes on. he gazes at you with his iconic half-lidded eyes, hoping he sounds more confident than the way his heart is clenching in his chest, "oh? a video? and what's your friend's name?"

"misaki! she's your biggest fan but she couldn't be here because she's sick today." kuroo nods empathetically at your explanation, internally swooning because you're going to such lengths for your sick friend? that is so cute.

"sure! a video's nothing! hang on - kenma, help us take a video!"

kenma turns around, about to protest how they have no more time to entertain fangirls when he sees kuroo slinging an arm around you. kuroo shoots kenma a pleading look and kenma finds himself sighing because, of course, kuroo is absolute putty for pretty girls.

when coach nekomata calls for kuroo and kenma, kuroo frowns as he removes his arm around your waist, before he gets an idea.

he leans in closer to you, pressing something into your hands, smirking, "return this to me in school."

before you can even open your mouth and protest, kuroo's gone.

you look down in your hands and see his nekoma jacket crumpling between your fingers as you giggle to yourself.

♡ suna

suna is normally cool as a cucumber, eyes glued to his phone nonchalantly whenever a group of fangirls approach his teammates and gush animatedly.

normally.

he thinks he's being slick when he sneaks a few glances your way, heart clenching in his chest as he sees you move closer - or rather sees your friends drag you towards...him?

suna quickly assesses his situation and scans the area around him - no, the miya twins were not around him. this could only mean one thing - you're headed straight in his direction.

before he has the time to really freak out about an angel of a girl approaching him, you're already getting pushed towards him, with your friends' soft snickers in the background. and you're beaming up at him softly.

he feels his heart in his throat when he hears you repeat, gesturing to your friend who's holding up a polaroid camera, "are you okay to take a photo with me?"

okay? fuck. he is more than okay.

suna blinks, regaining a little composure. straightening his jersey, suna nods at you silently and wraps an arm around your shoulder, hoping you don't hear the way his heart is hammering thunderously against his chest.

holy shit. how do you smell amazing too? what was that - vanilla or something floral?

as suna tries to figure out what exactly is the intoxicating scent wafting around him, the photo is over, a little too fast might he add. he feels you pulling away from him and his arm drops back to his sides.

he knows he sounds uncharacteristically simp-y and even cringes a little at himself, but he knows he will forever regret it if he didn't ask you.

"do you wanna have another photo? with the polaroid camera, i mean."

suna may or may not have left his number behind the second polaroid.

♡ ushijima

"hi!"

ushijima feels a gentle tap on his shoulder right after he hears you. he turns around slowly and -

there is no way you are real.

"hello." he greets, looking stoic in contrast to the way he's internally panicking.

ushijima feels his grip tighten on the volleyball he's holding, taking in the way your eyes shine under the harsh gym lights. he listens to you ramble something about being a fan of his and a reporter as his eyes continue to glaze over your angelic figure, only snapping out of it when he feels kageyama nudging his side.

"so ermmm, what do you do in your free time?" you repeat helpfully, prodding a pen against your notepad.

"uhm." ushijima feels his face heating up. "i take care of my plants."

you're immediately gasping, "no way! i'm a plant mom too!"

"oh, uhhh," ushijima swallows, growing impossibly redder at the revelation of your shared hobby, "what do you grow?"

"roses!"

of course. that suits you, he thinks, pretty flowers for a pretty girl.

before ushijima knows it, he's spluttering nervously, "there's...actually a nursery around here..."

you look up from your notepad, eyes crinkling excitedly as you listen to ushijima explain how to get there. but after a couple of failed descriptions, ushijima scratches his head, "i-if you're not too busy afterwards, i could take you there?"

your eyes widen at the insinuation, before you nod shyly and give ushijima a small smile, which he finds himself melting at.

did ushijima just score himself a date? maybe.

is he complaining? oh hell no.

🤍 reblogs are very appreciated!

“Show my face?… Negative.”

SIMON ’GHOST’ RILEY in CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE II (2022)

tattoos

simon riley x reader

summary: you colour simon’s tattoos during a briefing.

tags: secret relationship, soap being soap, ghost and soap’s bromance bc they need more content together, tattoos, me going feral over simon’s tattoo bc slfnndkdhsbrkci, rudy is reader’s bestie, alejandro is grumpy, he’s just not a morning person, gaz is just there

wow 2 posts in one day 😍

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simon’s sat down, eyes scanning over the room. price was waiting for everyone to get in the briefing room and settle, reading over his notes which gave simon a brief time to settle in. sitting in crowded rooms always made him anxious, even though he knew everyone in the room, it was still nerve-racking. you take a seat next to him, giving him a wide and friendly smile as soap takes the seat on his left. rudy, being close to you, sits on your other side and simon gives him a short nod. the two weren’t close, rudy always got uncomfortable around simon, but you two were best friends so simon tried coming off more friendly. the spanish man smiles awkwardly, looking at his lap as he fiddles with his pen. you snatch up the highlighters in the middle of the table, as per usual, and start doodling slightly on your notes.

soon enough, price starts the briefing, yet simon’s watching you. you’re drawing a little frog, colouring it in with the highlighter, then you glance up at johnny and add on a little mohawk. simon smiles at the sight of the soapfrog drawing. you carefully peel the sticky note from the pad, pushing it over to soap who accepts it and smiles a little, trying not to laugh. on the note below it, you start doodling a little stereotypical sheet covered ghost. simon rolls his eyes, looking back up at price, who sounds tired considering it’s 6 am. the feeling of a pen on his forearm makes simon jump a little, and he looks down. you’re colouring his tattoo with expert precision. the flames decorating his tanned skin are now highlighted orange, and simon moves his arm a little over to allow you more room. you smile at him, and his heart skips a beat. he sits completely still, as if he moved anymore than breathing would disrupt your work. you shuffle a little next to him, nudging your chair closer so you had more room to colour him in. eventually, you tap his wrist and he flips his hand over, pretending to roll his eyes as you start on the other side of his hand. the feeling of the cool tip of the highlighters was rather calming to him, albeit the smell was making him a little dizzy.

the briefing is taking forever due to some technical difficulties and everyone’s getting restless. price had stepped out to get someone more suited with tech, and you had moved on from highlighting simon’s tattoos to doodling upon the back of his hand. johnny notices, smiling a little. “can i have a go, l.t?” he asks teasingly, making alejandro and rudy glance up from their phones, gaz had his head down on the table and you all assumed he was asleep. “no.” simon deadpans, and you snort a little. “aw, but l.t-“ johnny is cut off by a glare, and he raises his hands in fake surrender. “draw on these, johnny.” you say, pushing your sticky notes over. johnny nods, drawing a poor image of you, rudy, simon and alejandro as stick figures. simon glances down at his hand, you’d drawn a tiny version of him, it was cutesy and he adored it. (he silently makes a note to take a picture of it later in private so it wasn’t lost forever). you had also drawn a cat wearing his mask as well as a little bar of soap next to the cat. “you have a notepad, y/n.” alejandro tells you, and you nod. “i know.” you reply, voice rather innocent considering alejandro was speaking to you as if you were a child drawing on the walls.

“ghost isn’t a notepad.” alejandro scolds, and you shrug. “he doesn’t mind, do you simon?” you smile at him, and he shakes his head. “look at his forearm.” you grin, holding his hand up so everyone in the room could see. “jesus christ…” rudy mutters, hiding a laugh behind his hand as he looks at alejandro’s unimpressed expression. the older man sighs, running a hand over his face. “look.” soap says, showing his tiny drawing of the crew. “aw that’s so cute.” you laugh, and johnny grins. “is that meant to be me?” alejandro asks, accepting the drawing from the sergeant. he shows rudy who laughs fully. “you’re built like a square, coronel.” rudy teases, pointing to the little angry face on the drawing. “i can see that, pendejo.” alejandro gently whacks rudy with the notepad, and he laughs more. you’re laughing as well, and simon presses his knee into your leg. you look at him and smile, hand slipping under the desk to rest upon his thigh. your fingers run soft circles over his pant leg, massaging the muscle. simon practically relaxes right there, leaning into you a little more. it wasn’t that obvious, so you nudge him back playfully. “how do you have so much energy in the morning.”

“me and rudy have been up all night, we’re both piped up on 12 energy drinks- each.” you reply, smiling brightly. “jesus christ… get some sleep tonight, yeah?” simon tells you, his hand squeezing yours. “i can’t when you’re not there.” you respond, frowning. simon feels his heart squeeze. “i’ll see what i can do.” he mutters, the room falling silent as price steps back in. “right, shall we carry on?” the captain asks, and everyone mutters in agreement. gaz raises his head groggily, letting out a soft “wha’..?” price rolls his eyes, continuing with the briefing. simon sits silently, hand encasing yours. occasionally, he glances down at the doodles on his skin. he was truly in love with you and all the weird little antics you had harboured over the years. no matter what, the two of you would always belong to each other, and you could always draw upon his arms.

Ghost reversing a car.

That’s it. That’s the post.