For Ba Bao Fan | Fem!reader

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— ₓ˚. ୭ ARATAKI ITTO

[ itto eats you out ]

[ itto + thigh fucking ]

[ itto x herbalist reader ]

[ itto nsfw drabble ]

[ itto nsfw headcannons ]

— ₓ˚. ୭ XIAO

[ xiao as your gamer boyfriend ]

[ xiao x afab!reader ]

[ xiao x reader x kazuha nsfw ]

[ cock worship drabble ]

[ gym boyfriend xiao thirst ]

— ₓ˚. ୭ ALBEDO

[ albedo wip/thirst ]

[ albedo x reader x imposter pt 1 ]

[ albedo x reader x imposter pt 2 ]

[ tutor!albedo x reader ]

[ studying with albedo nsfw ]

— ₓ˚. ୭ TIGHNARI

[ bj oneshot ]

— ₓ˚. ୭ CHILDE / TARTAGLIA

[ nerdy childe hcs ]

[ sleazy gamer childe oneshot ]

— ₓ˚. ୭ GOROU

[ ear playing thirst ]

[ another gorou thirst ]

— ₓ˚. ୭ KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

[ smoking weed with kazuha ]

[ pervert kazuha ]

[ switch kazuha hcs ]

[ xiao x reader x kazuha ]

[ kazuha breeding kink : thirst ]

[ doggy style : thirst ]

— ₓ˚. ୭ OTHER FANDOMS

[ nsfw scenarios : csm boys ]

[ nsfw scenarios : aki + kishibe ]

[ oneshot : rin itoshi ]

[ gepard hsr : drabble ]

[ gepard hsr : bath drabble ]

[ nsfw late night patrol with gepard ]

— ₓ˚. ୭ GROUP POSTS

[ kinks pt 1 : diluc + albedo + dainsleif ]

[ kinks pt 2 : xiao + kazuha + aether ]

[ piercings : xiao + kazuha + albedo ]

[ bj headcannons : genshin men ]

[ dick headcannons : genshin men ]

[ riding hcs : albedo + xiao + kazuha + heizou ]

[ hair play : heizou + kazuha + xiao sfw ]

[ dirty pictures at work : sumeru boys ]

[ 5wirl cockwarming headcannons ]

[ “enjoying the view?” : xiao + heizou + kazuha ]

[ dirty pictures at work w/ sumeru boys ]

[ grinding w/ albedo + heizou + childe ]

[ “you’re mine” pt 1 : albedo + xiao + childe + diluc ]

[ “you’re mine” pt 2 : heizou + cyno + kaeya ]

[ cyno + heizou + kaeya ex boyfriend hcs ]

[ take that off : albedo + heizou + cyno ]

[ pervert hcs : albedo + xiao + tighnari + aether + kazuha ]

FALLEN LEAVES, ADORN MY NIGHT 🍁

He’s so precious!!!, GOODLUCK TO ALL KAZUHA WANTERS AND MAY KAZUHA HAVERS GAIN CONS !! (very very VERY edible artwork😋😋 ty for this)

one with the wind 🍁

First time reblogging, kinda nervous.. But the creator demanded it so here we go.. Great story btw!

Life no. 7 - [pt.1]

genshin x sagau!bard!reader

tw: brief mention of death

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A performer, a traveler, a bard. How peculiar you have become.

[prologue] - [next]

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You kicked your feet back and forth from your perch atop a merchant’s carriage, grinning as you caught your first few glimpses of the city of Mondstadt. It shone in the center of Cider Lake like a crown, the many windmills chugging along, blades pushed by the invisible hand of the wind.

“Having fun, huh,” the carriage driver chuckled, grinning at your clear excitement, “You’re a kätzlein, aren’t ya? You from here?”

“Nope,” you chirped, “I get it from my mom, I think. I’m actually from Snezhnaya.”

The driver whistled in surprise.

“Snezhnaya! You’re real far from home!”

You nodded, admiring the way the wind blew through the grass. You weren’t lying about not being from Mondstadt, at least. The anemo vision on your hip glowed beautifully in the sun, the blank vision next to it dull and cloudy.

Your Snezhnayan anemo vision was courtesy of your double, but the blank one…well, that was a much longer story.

Not one you were willing to think about now.

“Should I play some music? We’ll be there in a song or two’s time, I’m sure.”

“Oh, please do,” the driver said, grinning gratefully, “you know your music is always well appreciated.”

With that, you opened your fiddle’s intricate wooden case, lifting it gently from the velvet-lined box. It had cost you a small fortune back in Sumeru, having been brought there from Fontaine, but it was worth it.

You played a few notes as a test, but everything seemed to be in tune. With that, you held the fiddle up and began to play a cheery working song.

The whole world seemed to pause to listen as you played, the notes carried far and wide by the wind. You never had the musical talent on earth that you did now. You assumed that Teyvat itself guided your hands and your voice, teaching you the fiddle in a matter of days and aiding your voice where you would usually falter.

The driver began whistling to the tune. The horses, encouraged by your playing, seemed less exhausted. The hilichurls and slimes nearby followed your caravan for a short while before going back to their homes, drawn forth and pacified by your music.

You had learned to channel your magic after all, it seemed, through singing and the playing of instruments.

…

It took exactly three songs to reach the city, not two like you had thought.

…

You thanked the driver, as well as the merchant, for agreeing to take you along with them, before leaving the group and beginning to wander around the city of the wind.

The people of Mondstadt were quite friendly. Less so when they noticed your vision and realized where you were from, but still welcoming to an extent. It was only fair, considering that the vast majority of Snezhnayans in the city were part of the Fatui, but still uncalled for.

After wandering the city for quite a bit of time, you made your way back to the fountain in the center of the city. You smiled to the young girl who was tossing coins into the water, setting down your things, resting your hat upside down on the ground by your feet, and once again opening up your case.

The intricate appearance of the violin case, as well as the instrument itself, drew attention from a few passerby. You breathed deeply, soothing your nerves, before beginning to play.

It became clear to you that you shouldn’t have worried at all about playing in the middle of the town plaza.

Your playing was as beautiful as always.

The song carried throughout the plaza, drawing the attention of most everyone nearby. The pigeons nearby settled on the buildings closest to you, leaning forward to hear better. The flowers growing in the windows and balconies of the buildings nearby seemed to sway to the music, perking up and almost seeming to grow faster. Quite a few people slowed down too, listening appreciatively and occasionally dropping some mora into your hat.

As you performed, you thought back to your first visit to Mondstadt.

It was much less pleasant, to say the least.

You had been chased out of the city within thirty minutes. The guards were probably weighing the pros and cons of running through the large crowd with their weapons drawn, but clearly they had made up their minds pretty quickly.

You had gone with them at first. You were more than willing to comply with them in the beginning, hoping that there was just some sort of misunderstanding. Once you realized just how much danger you were in, though, you ran.

You had gone to Liyue next, then Inazuma, then you passed through Liyue again and made your way to Sumeru.

Where, of course, you had almost died, and here you were now.

Minus half of your hand, sadly, but you were still alive, at the very least.

You flexed your wooden fingers, continuing to play your fiddle. Considering the money that had been tossed into your hat, you would most likely be able to find somewhere to stay the night within the city. You might even be able to afford a nice meal for yourself.

You continued to play until one of the other bards in the city chased you off, as the fountain was apparently ‘his’ spot to play. Still, you probably needed a break anyways, so there weren’t any hard feelings.

You made your way over to Good Hunter, ordering a plate of Sticky Honey Roast and sitting down. It was far too much food to eat by yourself, especially considering your shrunken stomach, but you managed regardless.

You sat there for a while afterwards, trying to plan what to do next.

Goth Hotel was fully booked by the Fatui, you recalled, so you wouldn’t be able to stay there. You could always camp outside of the city, but you would prefer to spend the night under a roof with running water, so that was out.

Unable to recall anywhere to stay from your encyclopedic memory of the lore of Teyvat, you decided to go to the Angel’s Share and ask around there.

…

The drunks at the Angel’s Share, unfortunately enough, were much less welcoming than the general public. One glance at the vision on your hip and they would ignore you for the rest of the night, occasionally glowering at you from across the tavern.

You were quite certain that you had Diluc’s hatred for the Fatui to blame for that. After all, it would only make sense that people who agreed with his sentiments would flock to the place.

Your fluffy ears twitched sadly, your tail drooping. You would have to yell at your double later for not only giving you a Snezhnayan vision, but also for giving you cat ears. It was humiliating.

You sat down at the bar, getting a drink for yourself and planning your next move. Sure, you could camp outside the city and return in the day for money, but you had been camping in the wilderness for weeks at this point, and you were quite tired of it. Maybe there was another hotel somewhere nearby..?

“Aha,” someone called, interrupting your thoughts. You turned, only to see…

Mona..?

“Just as I thought,” she said, a proud smile on her face, “I knew you would be here. Your arrival was written in the stars.”

You blanked. Mona, Mona… of course you recognized her, you could recognize any of the playable characters, but you didn’t know all too much about her. She was an astrologist, and you had seen memes about her being broke, but other than that? Nothing. You didn’t know what to expect.

“Ah, hello,” you greeted her nervously, tail flicking back and forth, “who might you be?”

“I,” she started, puffing up in pride, “am Astrologist Mona Megistus, but you may call me Mona. Of course, you already know that.”

Oh, she knew.

You gave her your best pleading look, silently begging her to shut up and go somewhere more private to talk.

She either didn’t notice, or she actively ignored you.

“It’s an honor to finally meet you, and I’m sure that you feel the same way,” she continued on, “I’m certain that with our abilities combined, we—”

“Oh, you’re a fan of my music?”

You stared at her with desperation clear in your eyes. Just play along, you screamed internally at her, please just play along so I don’t die.

“Uh—yes..?”

You smiled warmly at her, grasping her hands in yours while quickly building a role to play in your head.

“Oh, it’s wonderful to meet a fan! I didn’t expect to have any yet, since I’ve only just started performing!”

She nodded, clearly trying to act natural. Luckily nearly everyone in the tavern was drunk already, and wouldn’t notice more subtle expressions.

“Yes, I…I like your work quite a bit. I’d like to discuss it with you, actually, but I fear it might be a bit too rowdy in here.”

Oh thank gods, you thought, trying not to visibly deflate in relief, thank whatever gods are out there.

“Sure! Do you have any place in mind?”

“Oh…” Mona paused awkwardly, trying to think of something, “how about…we just…take a walk around the city? It’s quite beautiful when the sun starts to set.”

You nodded, following her out of the crowded tavern and into the city streets. The two of you entered a small empty alleyway as soon as you could.

You sighed in relief, heart beating heavily as you leaned against one of the alley walls.

“Oh my god, I thought I was going to die,” you whimpered out, breathing deeply, “please never do that again.”

“But…no one would ever dare to harm you, Your Grace,” Mona said, staring at you in confusion, “is that why you decided to take up a glamour to hide your true form as well?”

“Did you ever hear about the impostor?”

“Ah—of course!” She puffed up in self-importance, “everyone heard about them, the mortal who dared to steal the face of a god. You ordered the Archons to hunt them down and punish them for their crimes.”

“Mona,” you said, your voice somewhat strained, “that was me. The person who says they’re the creator—they’re lying. They almost got me murdered.”

Mona stared at you in disbelief.

The city of Mondstadt truly was beautiful today. The setting sun painted the buildings and the clouds in shades of yellow and red, the chatter of the crowds almost musical if you listened closely.

A gust of wind blew through the alleyway, blowing Mona’s hair into her face. But how could the wind be so gentle, so soft, now that she knew what had happened?

The astrologists originated from a friend of the original Creator. They had taught their friend everything that they knew about the stars, laying bare the secrets of the universe in front of their eyes.

Forever indebted to the Creator for their teachings, the astrologists had a sacred duty to protect the Creator and all of their creations, no matter the cost.

There were tales of astrologists who had parted seas, crumbled mountains, calmed tempests, all in the name of the Creator and their people.

Mona had failed in her sacred duty. Spectacularly.

“Hey—wait, are you—no, stop crying! I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you—”

Mona pulled you into a hug, her arms wrapped around you with all of her strength. Muffled sobs came from her shaking form.

Reluctantly, uncertainly, you wrapped your arms around her, stroking her back in a way you hoped was comforting.

“I failed you,” she gasped out. It seemed like the only thing she could say, repeating it over and over.

“Hey—no, you didn’t fail me, I—you didn’t even know! It’s okay!”

She shook her head, utterly despondent.

“I…I cannot go on knowing this, knowing I have so horribly failed in my duties. Please, punish me in whatever way you see fit. I would die in order to pay this debt.”

“That—I can’t do that, I—,” you paused for a moment, thinking to yourself, “actually, I can think of something.”

Pulling away from you, she stared at the cobbled floor at your feet, nodding silently.

“I…well, this is embarrassing, but I don’t exactly have a place to stay since all the hotels are full,” you said sheepishly, scratching at the back of your head. Mona looked up at you expectantly.

“Do you think…I might be able to stay with you..?”

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Notes: Yaurssss,,,,,,, more writing,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, inshallah I hope u enjoyed

Maybe I’ll make a playlist for this fic too, who knows lmao 👀 also fun fact! This fic’s original name was Tiny Mirrors, named after a song by AJJ. Also, the reader is kätzlein as a further reference to the fic’s current namesake.

Pairing: You, Xavier, Sylus, Rafayel, and Zayne

Tags: Crack fic, ass eating (mention), the boys are done with you

Words:

Listen

You saw a Tiktok

(yeah yeah yeah ik every bad idea starts with "I saw a TikTok" Shush, don't suffocate the artist 🙄🖐🏽)

And like he doesn't have much ass hair tho 😔

And it's so pretty

Do you know when you have pubic hair, and you twirl the hair between the point and thumb finger?

Dude

His pubes are perfect for it

before he would stare at you like 😟

then he just gave up, so now you two are that type of couple that you just chill with your hands in his pants playing with his pubes

(My man is literally being abused for no reason what the heck 😭😭)

that is until you saw a TikTok while lying on him, of a girl asking to shave her boyfriend's ass

You feel him move before you look at him

Bro literally look like this

Ain't nobody gonna save you bro 💀

And you might ask "oh if he doesn't want then why doesn't he say no?"

yall that's literally him:

And he's also a simp your honor 😔🖐🏽

So that's why in the next 20 minutes he's in the bathroom waiting for you to shave his ass crack like:

while he waits for you to finish 😭

When you two were taking a shower together

and ofc you were feeling his ass up 🙄🖐🏽

(he was feeling yours too cuz that prick doesn't waste a chance EVER)

And like, as you were feeling him up, you just had an idea

"Sylus what if..."

"?"

"You let me shave your pubes?"

Pause✋🏽✋🏽✋🏽✋🏽✋🏽✋🏽

He was straight up like

Dawg??

He does never flex his position but now he felt like he should remind you

"You want... to shave the pubes... of the leader of the biggest mafia in this country sweetie?"

"Yeah."

Well damn okay gorl go get it ig 🤨🤨🤨🤨

Does let you spread his cheeks

is lying on the bed all the time staring at the ceiling like 😐

Is this because he was a criminal?

Was this what he signed up for?

When you're done, he's spacing out and still confused.

"Are you happy now, cutie?"

"Can I eat yo ass-"

"I'll stop you right there space hunter. ✋🏽✋🏽✋🏽✋🏽✋🏽"

(fake fan all that work and you can't even get that bussy 😔😔😔)

Bold of you to assume he has hair on his ass crack

it's clean, it's hairless and it's pink 😋😋😋😋

but he likes growing the pubes in the front

and recently you've been trying to learn how to wax

but ofc you can't make him your fish lab straightforward so you made a bet

however, lost at Kitty cards would get waxed by the one who won

as always he lost

fair and square

this u btw 👇🏽

But chill anyways

you won and that's all that matters 😉💅🏽

You glad he ain't have no cameras in his place cuz he sounds like a virgin teenager while you're barely touching him

"WAIT WAIT I NEED MORE TIME"

"Rafa babe for the SEVENTH TIME freaking CHILL BRO'

"I'M NERVOUS I NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE 🥺🥺🥺"

"bruuuuuuuh 🙄🙄🙄🙄"

Anyways you ain't got all day cuz SOMEONE has to work in this household 🙄💅🏽

Cuh you should've low-key listened yo 💀

You ain't no pro, he's lemurian and well now there's blood he's screaming you're screaming he got up and ran and you chased after him

that dawg hissed at you 💀💀💀💀

(I mean yeah u would be screaming too ngl)

and guess what?

Thomas arrived just in time 💀

I'm not gonna go into detail about how hard it was to get a scrawny looking ahh dude to stop running around with his pp waving around the place while bleeding a very concerning amount of blood cuz I don't wanna do my guy dirty 😔✋🏽

But yeah it was hard and he didn't talk to you for the rest of the week

it was Sunday btw

yeah now whenever the word "wax" comes up he shivers

No.

Just no.

Just because he loves you, doesn't mean he will let you do everything you want to with him!

He's an adult! A respected doctor! >:(

And that's all he thinks while you're know kneeling on the floor behind him shaving his ass crack.

"Zayne, with fat ass come fat responsibilities, now spread it more honey."

*sighs and spread more*

"Is that really necessary? If that... area bothered you I would've done this before."

"Oh but it doesn't bother me at all! I just wanted to"

"..."

"Besides, I've heard that it helps you shit better."

Dawg he had a whole Visions of Ray typa shi 💀

Like he imagines you in the future

you're both 40 (and married ehem)

And he just imagines you kicking his office door open with something suspicious in your hands while saying "BRO HEAR ME OUT"

He doesn't know whats more concerning, you as whole

or the fact that he's not that bothered about it...

Aight fellas this is all the crack i have for today! I'm not that consistent with my posts but you know what's consistent?

MY COC-

anyways hope you laughed pookie!

#THE GRUDGE! g. satoru

☆ sum. perhaps screwing your ex-husband while the kids are out trick-or-treating wasn’t the best idea. but with him, the only treat he wants to trick is not in a basket—it’s right between your legs.. boo!

wc. 6.6k

warnings. fem! reader, ex-husband gojo, mentions of (2) kids, unprotected, pwp, mild hatefùcking, kakashi references eheh, gojo's still whipped, filthy dirty talk, prone bone, praise, implied bréeding, cunnīlingus / face sītting, bóob fondling, possessive themes, size kink, overstim, brat taming, fıngering, squırting, petnames.

➤ kinktober mlist

at the gojo’s, you mentally smack yourself as your feet step onto the scream-themed door mat that reads ‘step if you dare.’ part of you wished no one would answer the doorbell, but part of you solely wished he didn’t answer. it was about seven thirty at night, and with it being saturday, you had the kids for a few days. after that, you’d switch with satoru—your jeering hot-headed ex-husband. you decided since you got off early you’d take them trick-or-treating for a bit. but it’s to your utmost ‘surprise’ that satoru opens the door.

“oh! and who are you supposed to be pretty lady?” he’d hum, digging his hands into his pockets. satoru purposely tilts his head down, getting a good look at you while raising a brow. of course, he always went out for his costumes. this year, he’s wearing some sort of green flak jacket, a mask, and a long-sleeved shirt underneath with dark blue pants.

with a grump, you tuck your arms underneath your pits with your purse clinging onto your shoulder. “myself,” and your eyes flicker toward his messy frosted hair that’s spikier than usual. satoru’s wide headband partially droops below his left eye before you finish mumbling, “who are you even supposed to be.”

“uh, kakashi hatake. the man, the myth, the legend,” and satoru leans back against the front door, pulling out a fake kunai. a hand runs through his hair before he snickers at your unamused expression. tough crowd. “aw, you must be here for the kids, yeah? well, they’re out with nanami ‘n suguru trick-or-treatin’. just some blocks down,” and satoru stepped a few feet back once you trod your way inside, mutely cursing yourself that you’d probably have to wait until they got back. as long as they were with nanami and suguru—you didn’t have a problem. satoru shuts the timber wooden-made door behind him before speaking smugly. “oh. sure.. sure, just make yourself right at home, wifey.”

“don’t call me that.”

“just did.”

oh, brother.

the moment you stepped foot into your old spacey luxurious townhome satoru had built personally for you and your kids—the memories all came crawling back. the two of you didn’t end off on a bad note—divorces happen, and you both maintained a healthy relationship with the kids. you each agreed to co-parent, you’d get the week and he’d get the weekend - sometimes switching and vice versa.

“excuse the mess,” satoru hums, grabbing your coat. he tosses it over his shoulder before giving you another up-down glance. “if i knew you were comin’ over around this hour i’d clean a bit,” and he watches you struggle to keep eye contact. “hey. sweetheart, you’re lookin’ down again.”

with a scoff, you meet his gaze again. and fuck, does he look like he’s gotten even more handsome.

satoru gojo was always attractive—there was no doubt about it.

he was in his mid-thirties now, the two of you had settled down after college before having two kids of your own.

again, there wasn’t a reason for your divorce that was relatively a bad thing. you two just both decided to part ways - but of course, it was lots of unprovoked tension.

the costume that he wore was apparently based on some character named ‘kakashi’ whatever, and like always, he dressed the part. every year once the end of october would come around, satoru would wear an outfit just ‘cause. he stood tall, with serrated white hair that was jagged from all angles with the headband hanging off a side of his eye. in the middle part, the symbol was some kind of swirl that was never-ending.

satoru rambled to you that it was something . . something, a hidden leaf—honestly, you tuned out.

he wore the mask part too, covering up a good portion of his face from the nose down, and even had the red slanting scar that kakashi had near the left side of his eye that was probably makeup.

“i don’t wanna fight, gojo.”

“hmph. so it’s ‘gojo’ now,” he rolls his eyes, hanging your coat up near the rack. you take a quick peer around the room, seeing a plethora of toys and multicolored legos everywhere. it nearly makes you smile, remembering when satoru stepped on one of his youngest daughter’s legos. satoru leans against the glassy kitchen island, watching you take a seat near the crimson-red stool before humming. “and i don’t wanna fight either. in fact, i jus’ wanna talk.”

“so . . talk then,” you murmur, shifting your weight in your feet.

a brief smile creases against both sides of his lips before he grins. “soooo,” and it’s an awkward pause. you eye your ex-husband and he’s got somewhat of a bashful expression. rimy eyes of his dart toward your hand—your fingers specifically before he slyly coos. “i see you’re still wearin’ your wedding ring.”

shit.

he had a point.

after all this time, you still had your ring on. satoru did too—he also kept his ring on all the time, happily flashing it in front of countless numbers of women who’d try to hit on him.

you honestly don’t know why you still held on to it, let alone wear it, and to your surprise—you thought he’d stop wearing his those long seven months ago when the two of you officially split.

you bit the inside of your cheek before letting off a snarky, “shut up.”

satoru nearly snickers before he leans up close to you, only a few inches away. he’s so close that you get a loud wafting whiff of his citrusy cologne.

you remember the exact brand too, and it wasn’t exactly cheap either. he’d buy at least a dozen whenever the two of you went out shopping together - well, used to.

there’s so much tension between you both that you could cut it with a knife - the tension was thick, and the awkward dull pauses only made it even more intense.

there’s an annoying voice in your brain that’s screaming at you to just screw it - screw him, make up for lost time, and just . . . kiss him.

you did want to kiss satoru, and your eyes found themselves glancing toward his pearly pink lips that were almost always naturally glossed.

satoru’s eyes intently lock against yours for a few seconds before he casually brings a thumb up to the corner of your mouth, wiping away a bit of your lip gloss before cooing huskily. he expects you to pull away, but you don’t— in fact, you lean into his touch. once he notices, the only thing he replies with is a playful curt utter of,

“make me.”

so you do, but . . not in the way he expected.

not that satoru gojo was ever a man to complain though, especially with you.

and that’s when he found himself in quite a lewd predicament. satoru’s laid back against his cushiony padded mattress with you straddling his perfectly sculptured chin. a gloved hand of his grip near your right hip before he strums a thumb down your sopping wet entrance.

glossy - it’s prettier like he’s never seen it, and he can’t help but lick his lips like an animal preparing to feast the second you start to smear yourself against his chin.

“y’knowww baby, when you told me to shut up i didn’t think you meant sitting on my f—mmph,” and you cut him off mid-sentence by softly planting your cunt back on his mouth.

satoru grunts, bringing his free hand to wrap around the other unoccupied corner of your waist. he grunts, dipping his tongue inside before the familiar taste comes crawling back to his spiraling tastebuds. your taste, he missed your sweetness . . almost as much as he missed you.

as you sweetly moan within each dragging second, you glance down at him with hazed-blown pupils. shifting your wobbly weight and knees against his face, you start to feel his stubble rub on your skin. it almost tickles - but oh, you weren’t laughing.

his tongue had you doing quite the opposite.

“f- fuck,” you huff out, already starting to feel the plunging heaves of your stomach commence. sure, this was probably a bad idea, and sure, you and him probably needed to have an actual conversation at some point but now - you didn’t care about words.

you didn’t care about anything, and part of you kind of missed him.

perhaps his tongue was a majority reason for that part, and each time he rummages inside the deep secluded parts of your pussy, you let off cute individual mewling whimpers. satoru’s always been skilled, and he knew just how to please you.

his tongue always knew how to remind you of how much it’s missed its favorite meal.

curl after fucking curl, he’s leisurely spelling out letters and shapes and symbols with his tongue, taking every few seconds to swallow. satoru groans against your slobbering cunt, feeling you briefly thrust up against his nose and he can’t help but smell your tangy glacé coated sex.

it’s pleasantly sweet, and for a moment, scintillating blue eyes meet back up toward you. “h- heh, ‘s this why you came over? to shut me up ‘n use my fuckin’ mouth, sweetheart?”

“god, you talk t.. too much,” you moan, grabbing a fistful of his hair. in a way - that was true.

satoru was the definition of a blabbermouth.

he’d just talk and talk and talk . . yapping your ear off until you shut him right up in the best (and his personal favorite) way possible - sitting on his pretty face.

a pompous grin stretches across each corner of his lips whilst his jaw’s already dripping due to your slick that paints near the outer crevices of his thin lips. slow, it starts to slowly trickle down his chin at a snail-like pace, creating a shimmery coat of gloss that dribbles underneath his slack mandible.

satoru lays his long pointed tongue flat - savoring every single drop before he’s starting to suck against your clit.

“oh! fuck, right there ‘toru, riiiight there,” and he’s just sloppy. the mask part of his costume was pulled down to his neck as he was using his upper and bottom lip to munch against your sobbing pussy at irregularly paced intervals. your legs failed to stay still and you could already feel the carnal slope of your back starting to form an obtuse-like arch. “fuck, fuckin’ spit on it, ‘toru. pleasepleaseee.”

cute.

you’re calling him ‘toru again, and it makes him cockily grin knowing it was his tongue’s doing.

“wifey’s still as nasty as ever,” satoru whispers against your leaky folds, sliding a thin middle finger near your wet entrance. with a loud ‘psh’ you end up gushing out a bit abruptly and you whine loudly. your thighs rapidly snap together as you blink thrice, feeling his swollen lips glue against your pussy. “mmh, still a wet girl too. my wet girl.” you peek down at satoru who’s the literal epitome of the word smug.

he’s smearing his entire face against your teary slabbering cunt, spitting on it before lapping it right back up again.

you missed his nasty mouth - badly, and it makes your eyes shamelessly roll backward as you start to frailly rut your rickety hips into his mouth.

satoru brings two willowy fingers toward your slit before sliding the icy jewel rock of his wedding ring against your dribbling cunt.

wet, you were soaked and you let off shivering labored breaths once he started to toy with your saturated slick entrance.

with widened doe eyes, you meet his esurient-filled gaze and he hums at you. “listen to how damn wet she is,” he huffs, and you moan at the ridiculously drenching sounds of your pussy. he’s playing with you from between your thighs, chin still dripping with insane amounts of your syrupy juices. “mhm, i know, i know,” and you feel the feeble weight of your thighs quiver the second he’s focusing his attention primarily on your cunt now and not you.

all six eyes were fixated between your legs—

satoru strums the pad of his thumb down your drooling slit before gradually rolling his tongue from top-to-fucking-bottom.

he’s nasty, slithering the tip of his tongue everywhere until your toes curl and you’re letting off the cutest shrilling sounds. satoru even starts to spell out ‘m-a-r-r-y m-e’ and as lewd as it was, he’s proposing to your pussy. he needed you, and satoru knew the both of you divorcing was nearly inevitable, but he missed you.

he especially missed the way you tasted - so sweet, he could eat you out for hours even with his jaw sore ‘n locked. satoru’s a pussy pleaser, making you draw out sweet cries of more as he slurps you clean, his tongue occasionally sliding toward your puckering hole.

“satoru… ngh,” you whimper, the grip of your hand against his hair getting stronger. you’re fucking his face, grinding your slick against his mouth while watching his pretty frosty lashes flap. you’re squelching profusely, and each sloshing slosh of your pussy makes his dick twitch in his pants. “goddd, ‘m gonna cum. make me cum, fuck.”

“let’s see what she thinks,” he purrs, lustrous polished lips flushing into a pearly coat of clear once he licks them. satoru’s entirely pussy drunk, and you shudder once he slowly inserts a lanky middle finger. with a loud ‘pop!’ sound, it dexterously slides itself in, rummaging past the tight ring of your entrance.

fuck, he had such long fingers.

you almost forgot - satoru always joked with you how being ‘the strongest’ came with having six-inch fingers and he wasn’t fucking kidding . .

“hm, should my baby cum? does she deserve it?” and your lips curl up into a pout. he’s serious, having an entire conversation with your pussy. you moaned, maintaining a stiff grip on his hair before satoru started to smear circles against your cunt.

again, you’re just wet. your slickness amused him and satoru can’t help but playfully pat your pretty soddened pussy with the center of his palm once he doesn’t get a reply. the only reply he does get is the cute sloshing sounds that repeatedly gush between your poor quivery thighs.

you’re slowing yourself against his mouth as you straddle him, whimpering at the feeling of his thin digit piercing its way inside of you. you’re close, and you can feel yourself glitching and spasming the second the tip of his finger grazes past your g-spot.

already, he’s located it like ‘x’ marks the spot. your jaw was dropped, and you were on the verge of euphoric death.

satoru stretched your cunt out perfectly with just one finger, and sure . . you’ve had your fair share of intimacy with your ex-husband, but fuck did it always feel like the first time.

you couldn’t help but start to drool a bit, weakly rutting your hips against his face as you’re leisurely getting closer to the brink of your edge.

it’s carnal, you’re stupidly crisscrossed with your eyes flickering back and forth like turning signals before satoru starts to playfully nibble against your cunt again. this time though, he’s adding in another finger and the spongy pressure that’s being played with inside of you earns out a sweet honeyed gasp that sounds like a breathy shriek!

“toru, sato—fuck, ‘m cumming, ‘m gonna cum,” and your words repeated themselves over and over. you’re like a broken recurrent record on a looping vinyl. your cunt continues to sloppily rest against his perfect crooked lips the entire time as you’re blissfully coming undone.

satoru’s staring at you the entire time, practically undressing you with his eyes. he grunts, spotting how your perked nipples noticeably prodded through your silvery blouse. “ugh, fuuuck.” and it hits you like a crashing wave that slams its way into shore.

satoru’s still heartily pumping two slender digits in and out of your splashing cunt whilst you gush right on him, weak defeated hips losing their stability.

you were whimpering, tasting your candied orgasm on your tongue—it felt that good to where it’s like you could taste every nerve against your salivated tastebuds.

only satoru could make you cum on his tongue like this. you were speechless - frantically panting as you released your hand from his ghostly white strands. he’s still leaking your juices from the crannies of his lips before he exhales deeply.

“yeaaah, atta girl. lay it on me,” and you moan as he’s still sliding his long tongue in between the sopping folds of your sensitive cunt, gradually pulling out his lengthy digit pillars of fingers. “fuck, y’r so hot when you try ‘ta put me in my place, sweetheart.”

“stop talking,” you pant, getting off of him. satoru raises a pallid brow, and he grows amused once you suddenly push him to lie flat against his back. with a raspy ‘ugh’ he lands back against the velvet-colored pillows, a sly smirk marinating against his complacent features.

like a slut - he merrily manspreads just for you, long legs spread wide apart with a huge bulge sticking out of his pants.

he’s still got the shinobi headband on, part of it slumping down his left eye. “oh, what’s this?” he lowly gruffs, eyeing you from head to toe again.

this time though, it’s more sensual. satoru’s taking in every piece of fabric that’s protecting your skin, watching as you slowly undress yourself.

he could feel his boner excruciatingly rubbing against his pants the more he watched. he’s taking in your appetizing presented curves . . so pretty. especially after having two kids - his kids.

“gonna ride me, yeah?” he jibes, continuing once you were now left in nothing but a matching set of panties and bra.

coincidentally - the colors matched his exact eye color, and satoru always had a thing for you wearing clothes that matched his eyes. but like always, he just kept on talking. he was too cocky for his good, and maybe one more fuck was just what you needed. what you both needed.

just . . one . . more,

right?

well, that’s what you told yourself.

but all that went out the window the second you’re aligning yourself on his cock. satoru takes a sharp three-second breath, ogling at your every move. it’s like a game of chess. he’s waiting for you - for your cunt to make its move against his throbbing mushroomy tip.

two big hands of his wrap around your waist and he grunts lowly. feeling your slick cunt maneuver itself against his angry reddened tip makes his head slightly toss back in feral rapture.

his tip—it’s got a coral blush, and you let off a moan at feeling his hooked fat plump crownhead try to plummet its way in.

it’s rude, not caring to introduce itself to your cunt but slam its way in instead, asking if your insides remember him.

and it does - it definitely does.

“ohhh fuck,” you sob out a needy moan, your hips eagerly making two solid taut bucks against him.

satoru groans against your ear, swollen sack peeling back as you’re still straddling him. your body, it was in his arms again and he couldn’t help but feel you everywhere.

starting at your hips, he holds them tight, tracing the callused scarred tips of fingers all around the curvature of your body before trailing down toward the juncture of your rear. “god, don’t know how much i missed you ‘n your smart mouth,” and as you let off a surprised gasp, satoru grabs a nice chunk of your ass. “missed this ass just as much.”

“bet you did,” you puff, full lungs already on the verge of collapsing. he’s huge - and barely the tip was in and you could already feel your pussy starting to throw a fit of tantrums. satoru’s girth made him stretch more, and for a second you let off another sweet moan before meeting his gaze.

he’s got a delicious curve to him that always makes your insides twist and churn. it’s a feeling you’ll probably never get used to.

“what’s with the smirk? somethin’ funny?”

“you, baby,” satoru titters, giving you a haughty head nod. you feel your cunt throb as you’re trying to continue to lower yourself down on his cock but the stretch - fuck, pretty soon your poor cunt was about to be met with max fucking capacity.

satoru’s sparkly heavy-lidded eyes linger on you before he cups your chin, swiping a thumb across your wet quavering lips. “all that talk ‘n you still can’t take me. thought i trained my wife’s pussy good,” and with a teasing pout, he shrugs. “guessss not!”

“fuck you.” you moan, mentally groaning the second you felt yourself getting more soaked, just from his words alone.

pathetic - and yet, you wanted more.

satoru clicks his tongue, and with a blink of an eye, he now has you flipped over. you gasp, landing flat on your chest as he’s got your wrists restrained against your back.

satoru rolls his eyes, sprawling out your weak-kneed legs all the way apart to get a good glimpse of your sopping pussy from the back.

god, in his mind - it should have been a crime to be this wet. your sopping, pearly translucent molasses of your slick stream down your pulsing entrance and he grunts.

“fuck you,” he repeats, although he says it cheekily. even though you weren’t even facing him anymore you could almost visibly see the annoying shit-eating grin plastering on his face.

from ear to ear with each of his dimples piercing each wry crevice of his mouth, he's so smug--bastard.

your back arches and you moan the second he starts to smack his rotund tip against your pussy. “myyy, what a fuckin’ mess,” and you suck your teeth, feeling satoru’s loud spanks hit louder. each time his fat cockhead thumps itself against your wet outer folds, the vibrations make you shiver from the waist down.

the tingly tenderness makes your toes immediately curl up once more and your canorous-like moans start to become muffled once you dig your teeth into the edge of a nearby pillow. “still wet after alllll this time like a good messy girl,” he grits. with another smack of his tip, your leg twitches in response. “ooh, she likes that,” and satoru softly spreads your saturated cunt lips apart with two fingers just to see your pulse throb in full filthy action. “fuuck, she’s achin’ for it. look at that pretty ‘lil throb. so cute.”

“are you gonna fuck me or n—”

“listen, honey,” and you moan at the sudden husky drop of his voice. satoru softly wraps a few fingers around your throat, pressing his slim body right against your own. he drops your wrist, watching you sink into the mattress as limp-like. he’s so close that you could feel the outline of his abs prods against his shirt.

inching his lips near the shell of your earlobe, he starts to pant. heavy, sinister breath that ends up making you throb ten times harder. “i’m gonna fuck you,” he grunts, feeling your ass cutely try to jerk its way against him. the costume part of his pants was lazily pulled down, reaching the low area of his ankles. with a husky sigh, satoru brings his tip near the dripping entrance of your sloppy doused cunt. “might as well fuck that bratitude out of ya too while ‘m at it,” and you moan once he’s slowly starting to sink his way in.

satoru grabs ahold of your torso, lifting you slightly to a certain degree. your ass was raised just a few meters with your face smushed against the satiny made bedsheets.

his eyes dart down your body for another time and now, he’s just openly gawking at your exposed skin - your gorgeous physique.

satoru could stare at you all day if he could. “f- fuh—fuck,” you croak, plump lips forming into a hoop-like ‘o’ the moment he’s easing his way inside. there goes his ridiculous girth again, there goes his fat length that never fails to rearrange your clingy needy insides.

your tummy dips from each inch that’s gradually disappearing inside of you like a never-before-seen magic trick until he’s starting to gruffly groan. satoru’s already breaking a frigidly cold sweat.

it was just him feeling your covetous wet cunt voluntarily swallow him up - squeezing him tightly like a vice until you wring him dry. your pussy’s holding him hostage, and with the tight firm grasp you had against him, you never wanted to let go. “ ‘toruuu, ‘s fuckin’ big.”

“allll for you,” he drags out his words through raspy breathy sentences. chalky white brows of his compress together as he’s starting to feel the brief twinge of pleasure that courses through his beefy clenched thighs. with hooded cunt-drunk eyes, satoru already heard your gargling pussy trying to get more bratty words in. “all. for. you,”

and he punctuated his words just like he punctuated his merciless, sloppy thrusts.

the first thrust was rigid, the second thrust was sensual, and the third was damn near powerful. .

you moan loudly, feeling him caress tender circles near the exposed nape of your neck with his thumb as he tries to start up a sufficient pace. it took him a moment before he was fully in, making sure you felt and remembered every single inch.

satoru expands through your cunt like a domain.. the more carnal lewd way though.

it makes you shiver, and with his weight pressing into your ass that was your last fucking straw.

satoru’s got you in prone bone - a position like doggy but better, and he’s got his chiseled hips just barely hovering over your ass. with pounds and pounds of skin against skin—each smack against flesh had your mind going for a whirl ride.

you were already surrounded by his sweltering warmth from the inside and the feeling alone was enough to make your mouth water.

heavy airy pants drew out from your full lungs like you were some sort of animal, then again—it’s satoru gojo, and his dick was just one of a fuckin’ kind..

his cock was heavy, driving through your cunt like it’s been ages, and it kinda has.

with a hypnotic pivot of his askew hips, satoru makes you arch just a bit further. it’s a pretty arch, and he skips a few fingers down your curling spine. he watches you trying to wriggle away but with a cocky, “ah ah. where ya goin'?” he reels you right back into him. he’s so thick, and he only imagined how pretty you looked with your eyes lulling toward the back of your skull. “aw, don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart,” he purrs lowly, and you moan once he gives your ass a rude spank. “wanna hear my wife’s pretty voice. y’r sloppy pussy’s nice but i wanna—ngh, hear you.”

“ex-wife,” you correct him again, and you know he’s just addressing you as that just to tease you. you start to whimper as his rhythm starts to pick up, ploddingly dragging his keen hips further and further into you. “hnghh. stupid-,” you blurb out another weak squalling whimper, gluey lips starting to stick together.

you almost forgot how mean his dick game was, and satoru knew how to fuck.

he had the type of dick where it’d make you question your life choices—so good, each curve of his hips had you getting more and more stupid.

you’re pronounced cock drunk within milliseconds, and it doesn’t even take you long before your eyes were as wide as saucers, tongue lolled, and your back arches to its very limit.

and his stamina . . oh,

it never changed once he aged—he had the stamina of a fucking stallion, and his hips proved the horsepower to back it up.

“whaaat’s that?” satoru chirps, adding a bit more pressure around your throat. it’s safe - but you let off a tiny crooning moan once his strokes become deeper. you feel him reach at unimaginable angles, and your eyes start to roll back again.

satoru’s got you right where he wants, in his bed, the bed that used to be shared between you both.

he’s amping up his delirious pace, striking his feral hips into you quicker before groaning against your ear. in a hoarse tone, he licks a stripe down your neck. “such a brat, bet you don’t slut this pretty pussy out for anyone else, huh?”

you moan, feeling him breathe down your neck. cloudy hot puffs of air aerate against your skin before satoru starts to suck against your shoulder. “mmh. maybe i do. ‘s none of your business.”

“oh girl, please,” satoru replies, and his sass was enough to make your thighs quake.

you still couldn’t get used to his size - the fat fucking size of his cock that nearly makes both of your thighs clamp shut.

the shirt part of his costume snags against your skin as he’s still fucking you raw, buried balls fuckin’ deep before satoru starts to slow down.

with a wet ‘plop!’ he grunts, feeling his dick slip right out of you. “fuuck,” and he takes a moment to stare at the sight underneath him.

you, his pretty ex-wife all arched and hunched over.

your pussy’s pitifully drooling for more - sniveling wetly from the sheeny flaps as you clench around the air for a few seconds.

as a soft needy moan leaves you, you whine out an inaudible noise that sounds almost like you’re saying ‘what happened?’

“so . . fuckin’ hot,” satoru groans, re-aligning himself back against your slick-flooded entrance.

he heard your melodic ‘oooh’ leave from your lips as he was back inside, a content sigh departing from his chest. satoru can’t help but lean himself against you, bringing his hands toward your bouncy tits. “ah, can’t forget about my favorite girls,” and you let off a plethora of whiney whimpers, feeling him drag his thumbs over your sensitive nipples. satoru’s hips start to get sloppy and his cock’s just lazily swerving its way through every filthy orifice. “so pretty ‘n plump. . all mine.”

satoru continues to fondle your breasts as he’s ruthlessly pounding into you, swinish hands desperate to feel every part of your round soft tits. he’s moaning against your ear right with you, and satoru’s starting to feel himself steadily reach toward his vulgar demise.

his cock’s rude, repeatedly hitting itself against your precious beloved g-spot. it’s smothering it with a multitude of sloppy kisses with his tip, making sure it savors every wet smooch. “fuck, fuck me,” you moan, lying in a puddle of your drool that starts to dampen the pillow that rests underneath your chin.

“greedy ‘lil thing,” satoru huffs, and as he’s still playing with your tits, his pumps start to slow down. satoru’s massaging your walls so good that it’s like he’s putting a wicked spell on your pussy.

you could barely even sit up anymore, and he’s holding your hips firmly. “mmhhh, gettin’ me all soaked, baby. should make you lick me right up.”

“how about you stop talking-”

“how about i edge you ‘n let you finish this sloppy pussy yourself, huh?”

radio silence.

you moaned in response and satoru shook his head with another smarmy sneer squeezing across both corners of his pink lips.

“uh huh. ‘s what i thought,” and satoru groans the moment he feels himself starting to shrink up from the inside.

his testes were nothing but wrung out, plump, and swollen underneath you, pap papping against your ass - preparing to be milked full.

the lewd imagery alone makes him grunt, feeling a vein prod down his shaft. satoru’s abs flex through his shirt before he sighs, bringing a kiss near the back of your neck. “hah, tell me where sweetheart. where do you want it, tell me.”

“fuck,” you moan, losing count of each time his pointed tip thrashes itself against the gummy barrier of your cervix.

satoru lowly chortles, panting heavily before making you lie straight down against the bed. “heh, fuck? that’s not an answer, silly.”

“inside, fuckin’ finish inside, ‘toru,” you blurt out, hearing your voice start to strain.

you’ve been moaning your head off, and your chords were starting to sound like they’ve had just about enough.

“nuh uh, manners sweetheart. don’t act brand new,” he teases, tracing a palm over the curved shape of your perked ass. he was in so deep, you felt the pressure press down on your tummy and it gave birth to an entire school of butterflies. you slip out another moan once satoru’s slowing his impactful thrusts down, still filling you to the brim before bringing his hips to a sudden halt. he’s back up against your ear before he whispers hoarsely, “ ‘pretty pleaseee’, c’mon baby. talk to me nice.”

with a guttural whine desperately trying to rip out the back of your throat, you grumble out a bratty, “fuck you.”

“hah, you’re a trip, y’know that?” and you gasp, feeling satoru snake a hand in between your thighs.

as he drags it down to where it stops near your stuffed pussy, he starts to rub his open palm against you. you moan, arching ever further as your ass presses into him. “it’s ‘fuck me’ ‘n yet you’re bent over for me, wet for me, sloppy for fuckin’ me,” and you felt yourself starting to throb quicker the more he spoke.

within each filthy sentence, his words drip with more erotic bass in his voice—

it’s sexy, and satoru’s feeling you trying to weakly grind your ass back against him so he could finish. it’s cute, the way how you’re so impatient but such a brat.

the woman he always knew - his wife.

“sato—satoruuu,” you mewl out, another whimper flying past your spit-slick lips. the gradual sounds of skin slapping resound against the walls of the spacious bedroom before it echoes. you moan once his cock stills itself inside - waiting for you, and with a defeated moan, you huff, “fine, pretty please.”

“pretty please what, sweetheart?”

he’s annoying, and yet here you were shamefully pulsating for him, arched over for him, and babbling his name over and over again like it’s some repetitive sacred mantra.

with a pouty scoff, you grumble out a subtle, “pretty please . . cum inside, ‘toru. please.”

“atta girl, use those words,” he purrs, and you moan once he gently grabs both of your unsteady hips. satoru braces your body underneath him and he grunts once he focuses back on his release. “god, this tummy,” he rasps, and you whimper once you feel his bare hands creep underneath your warm flat body.

satoru’s body remains on top of you - pounding you ruthlessly, and that’s when he softly presses a hand against your stomach. right there, he feels a tiny bulge of himself and it makes him grunt.

you were squeezing around his cock tight, slathering the entirety of his fat cock with your slimy slick before he groans. “mhm, you’d look so pretty plump ‘n round again for me, baby,” and satoru’s starting to feel it. his body - it shakes, damn near erupting as his high’s approaching at a hasty speed. “prettiest fuckin’ mommy. fuck, ‘m gonna give you so much.”

white lashes of his snap shut as he whines into your shoulder, still pumping thick inches into you from behind—skin slapping meanly and resounding off the walls of the room before he groans out a growling, “fuck!” you’re moaning right with him, his heat radiating against your skin. satoru’s strokes were hypnotic, his hips jerk against your ass as you’re barely keeping up. your insides felt churned all the way out as he still had a hand lying on the center of your tummy, drooling at the thought of filling you up again.

when it arrives, it’s quick - it takes him only a few long drawn-out seconds before he finally lets go. white brows of his twist together as he’s slowly pumping you full of ribbons ‘n ribbons of cum.

pearly slimy globs shoot into you, and you moan out a content sigh of your own as the muscles in your shoulders relax. “fuuuck,” you breathe, hearing satoru’s groans overshadow your noises. he’s always been far louder than you, especially whenever he was finishing.

he sounded pretty, angelic almost. satoru’s eyes flicker down toward the mess that’s being made, hearing the sloppy sounds of your pussy gargle and all.

bubbles of ivory-colored seed coat the outer folds of your entrance and you feel his warmth.

gristly silky ropes dribble into you all at once, creating a milky white ring that starts to form around his base. he’s missed filling you up like this - so so bad.

satoru nearly slips out a whine as he’s dumping his all into you—casually filling you to the brim, and that’s when his hips start to get even sloppier.

he was a mess, and you’ve milked him dry. he watches as your pretty pussy’s all filled and glossed - oozing with such amounts of cum.

a bit of stringy strands started to stick and glue against your thighs like adhesive, and he couldn’t help but pull out. it’s a squishy lewd ‘pop’ that sounds the second he drags his weighty cock out from between your creamy flaps. “god, look at how pretty she is after a good fillin’,” he huffs, and you’re still catching your breath once satoru flips you over. you’re lying on your back, meeting his gaze.

you’ve never seen him more in love - oh, he was whipped.

he didn’t even have to tell you those known words because his eyes already spoke for him. satoru rubs his leaky white-coated tip against your cunt, smearing his cum all over your entrance before sighing. after he does that, satoru licks his lips and that’s when you watch his head starting to disappear, going lower.

“can’t . . let it go to waste,” he grumbles, and you moan the second you feel the tip of his tongue starting to create a slope up your right thigh.

slowly, he’s lapping up the remnants of his cum that’s spilling down your skin. you almost forgot just how filthy he was. satoru had no shame, and he even moaned once the taste of his mess met against his tastebuds. “mmh.”

“s- satoru,” you heave, a hand finding its way through his strands again. his lips were soft, and he then started to create sloppy kisses. you moan, writhing against the stained sheets before gingerly bringing his head back up.

with a sleazy grin, his eyebrows raised before you finish your sentence, tangled fingers still fishing through his snowy unkempt tresses. “kiss me.”

“heh, that’s my girl,” he hoarsely, gradually closing the distance between you both. he’s been longing to kiss you, to plant his lips against yours. satoru groans in your mouth, feeling your arms wrap around his slim waist.

he starts grinding his hips against yours, his angered reddened tip blushing the more cold air sets against it. you’ve never felt more hot, and you could feel a smirk carve against satoru’s lips as he’s making out with you.

it’s intense - his tongue explores throughout your mouth, demanding entry as you moan.

satoru’s sweating pinballs, and he presses his forehead against yours. “fuckin’ woman,” he whispers, his voice getting more and more raspy.

you could taste himself on his tongue and so could he.

it was lewd - and yet, he only wanted more. more of you and so much of it..

satoru leans into your touch, sucking on your tongue as pairs of teeth occasionally clash and smash together before that’s when you abruptly pull away.

“h..hey,” he huffs, and he’s entirely flustered. satoru’s got heart eyes in his pupils, and he’s very much whipped. of course, though, he tries not to show it by keeping up his smug, arrogant façade. “what’s— ah.”

like earlier, you switch positions and push him lightly to where he lands on his back. pretty soon, you were sure trick-or-treating was gonna be over soon for the kids—satoru mentioned earlier how they were staying out for about maybe two hours.

as you straddle his lap again, finally listening to that annoying voice in your head, you made up your mind.

fuck it.

fuck him - literally.

“lie back,” you murmur, and you watch as satoru grows sheepish. you’re getting under his skin, and your sudden change in demeanor makes him hard for what was probably the umpteenth time of the night.

like a dog – he’s obedient, going manspread again before a groan escapes out of him. as your drenched flooded cunt hovers over his tip again, you lean in to pepper chaste kisses near his neck.

“oh, finally gonna ride me now, yeah?” satoru raises a brow, though you could tell how his cockiness was fading. he was sensitive - very.

it was almost painful, and now you were just teasingly grinding the entrance of your cock back ‘n forth against his flaccid length that rests against his tummy. “shit,” he swallows, idly bringing a hand toward your waist. he sees the look in your eyes before dryly chuckling. “f- fine. but this means . . you’ll give me another chance?”

you deadpan, playfully flicking his chest back before humming. “we’ll see.”

“i’ll take it,” satoru pants, trying to flash a smile but he ends up moaning the second you’re starting to align himself against his throbbing tip.

he’s still leaking gleaming white droplets from the sides of his dick, his veiny shaft being decorated with globs and globs of pre. with a guttural groan, satoru’s abs flex through his costume before he grabs your ass, giving your left rear cheek its nth spank.

“do your worst fuckin’ then,” satoru stares up at you, a whine desperately trying to leave his slick-spit lips before he squeezes your ass. as you moan, watching his swollen tip gradually disappear between your sappy folds, gojo sighs.

as your unstable hips try to steady themselves against him, you feel satoru rub the front jeweled part of his wedding ring on your sopping cunt one more time right as you prepare to ride him.

“m- make your husband proud, wifey.”

Rawrs

Intimacy records

synopsis: what kinds of horny stuff they have in their phones and which is the favorite?

pairing and characters: Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Dr Ratio, Gallagher, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Loucha, Sampo, Sunday (separately) x fem!reader

tw: SMUT, established relationship (marriage/dating), consensual recording of lovemaking, nudes, oral, lingerie, fingering, masturbation, public sex, breast play, shibari/blindfold, sex machine, creampie

word count: 4.3k+ words

Aventurine

Undoubtedly this man has a whole separate folder for intimate stuff. Of course, he demands you send him something on a daily basis - doesn’t matter if it’s a quick snap of your choice of lingerie in the morning, or recordings of touching yourself - but never enough to cum, it’s his job. Naturally he loves having reminders of you being at his mercy - thus there are also videos of you both (with primarily established consent). All that to say - he has quite the collection, so it’s really hard to pick a favorite, the most desire-arising one.

Maybe it’s a category actually - self-made media created out of bet. Who’ll cum first? Can you keep going without tearing up from pleasure for longer than 10 minutes? Is he patient enough not to touch your sexy self, while you masturbate in front of him? Who is going to be louder this time? These kinds.

”I hope you are ready to lose,” your lover smirks, making himself comfortable between your legs. Camera floats a little, as you chuckle behind it. With a momentary adjustment, the focus is on his face again and he winks, before turning to trail a little path of kisses across your thigh. The image jumps, when he sucks on the skin, and slightly trembles as you let out a sigh. Then it’s firm, as Aventurine wraps his arms around your thighs, his nose teasingly rubbing against your clit. Suddenly there is a lick, then your breath hitches…. And then he buries his mouth into your pussy. It doesn’t take much time for the image to begin shaking wildly, almost matching your debauched noises. There is squelching, there are award-winning male moans, muffled by your heat, soon there is a hand, your hand, reaching down and grabbing his hair. Phone strangely angles, hardly supported by just one hand, until it falls camera down onto the shits. After that, there are just delicious screams of yours, chanting the name of your lover and begging him to stop, while he doesn’t listen, taking his reward for yet another win.

Yeah, he proved you can’t keep the camera focused while he is eating you out in that one. It’s truly a pity, that more than a half of what was going on, didn’t get recorded in image. Maybe next time you'll do better - oh... That's actually not a bad idea at all… Looks like you are in for another bet.

Blade

His situation is… quite peculiar. First of all, he has so little care for his own phone outside using it to get info for the mission, to the point ANYONE from the Stellaron Hunters can just take it and do whatever with it (Silver Wolf and Kafka practice it a lot). Even your relationship doesn’t change it much, he messages you rarely and quite shortly, preferring to save the conversation for personal interaction. 

However recently, Kafka has been putting a plan into action - the first step of which was banning everyone from getting into his phone (herself excluded). Then she’d start sending her colleague an occasional picture of a set of lingerie she’s oh so sure would look wonderful on you. Blade never answers, but he doesn’t tell her off either, and by the snooping she knows that the pictures get bookmarked, the links for the shops she attaches are visited, and sums of money are being spent.

Oh, and by checking the chat… She knows you get them delivered. Does she text you to shower you with compliments? She does. At first it was a little embarrassing and you asked Blade if he could, maybe, pay better attention to his phone??? But soon, when your lover started showing the telltale signs of jealousy... It became pretty hot (plus praise from THE Kafka? Ego-boosting).

Blade doesn’t voice it, but more than seeing you all pretty for him, he loves seeing you ruined for him, and doesn’t complain when you ask him to take a picture with your phone of whatever part of you, focusing on the marks, or the torn crotch of your panties, or something alike… There are times when he would text you with a simple ‘send me pictures with torn stockings’ or ‘yesterday. open nipples bra. now’ , because he knows you have them, and you deliver, because you know he loves them. 

Has his favorites:

Depicts your thighs, bitten and opened wide, while the black panties are pushed aside to let two thick, scar-covered fingers dive into your pussy.

Your body after one of the sessions - bra roughly pushed down under the mark-covered breasts, panties missing, one stocking still on the leg, but with multiple holes in it, and the other tying your wrists above your head.

A small video you insisted on recording of the man tugging onto your garter belt whenever he wanted your hips to push towards his thrust, threatening for the thin elastic material to snap.

Even though he doesn’t save them, he knows how to get an easy access to them, so for Blade it works quite fine (and Kafka’s plan does too, making Blade look less intimacy-repulsed and spicing up your relationship).

Boothill

A cyborg, whose only human part of the body is the head, and sex life… How can this be possible? 

Oh, trust me, it can. Sure, his bodily reaction differs, but he still is excited to get nudes from you, finally able to express through the text what he really thinks with that foul mouth of his. A voice recording of you dirty talking to him? Awesome. A video? You can bet his engine is overheating and vents are whirring.

But in all honesty, the ones he truly loves and returns to are the recordings of him doing stuff to you. Call him self-conscious, it’s not like he can bite back with a swear, but the reminder that he can bring you pleasure even now is sometimes necessary.

The lights are intimately dimmed, not enough to bring the room into utter darkness. Two bodies are lying almost intertwined with your back turned to the camera. The metal arm of your lover has sneaked under your side and around your waist, fingers digging into the plush glob of your ass, tugging on it, to further the spread which is created by your leg thrown over his hip. Your pussy is perfectly presented to the camera, puffy and slick, with two gray plated fingers massaging it. Digits slide up and down your labia, occasionally staying on the clit, to rub tight circles on it and elicit some sweet moans out of you, only to return to their previous ministrations, dipping the tips juuust a little bit into the quivering hole. Your back arches and body deliciously shivers from the contrast of his cool and your heat, and you softly whine, when he releases your ass cheek to give it a spank and then grab it again, unwilling to let the sight of your cunt escape his phone’s camera. You whimper something, muffled by his chest, but he remembers by heart what you were begging for. ‘Please, put your mouth on me.’ He will, in a minute, but right now he pushes both fingers to the second knuckle in, making you jolt in his hold, but not letting you go anywhere.

It’s captivating, how his inhuman digits disappear and reappear with every thrust he makes; slick-covered they look shiny, as if you polished them, and the cyborg shudders, imagining your tongue running around them. That’s one dangerous video, he may just give in to his want to see you and abandon the mission he was assigned to…

Dr Veritas Ratio

Unsurprisingly, Veritas’ phone doesn’t contain that much stuff in general. Maybe some downloaded articles, notes to put down later, if he doesn’t have a piece of paper at the moment, and very few pictures, mainly of his writings on the chalkboard. Don’t be discouraged though, of course he has pictures of you. Some selfies you took after “borrowing” his phone and ones he doesn’t have a heart to delete (but he will scoff at you, should you decide to tease him), and some very well-thought images he took on his own accord - he needs reference for when he decides to let his mind rest from research and focus on sculpting.

And one might think that such a reserved and cold man will not entertain storing anything explicit on his phone. Well, he indeed does not have any pictures and videos saved - if he wants, he can either find what you sent him via your chat or just demand your assistance. However… There is something that strangely became his way of concentrating when doing his research…

”Oh! Mh- *thrust* Veri- ohmygod! *thrust*”

“Wait- Aaah! I can’t! I’m sore! MmmmMMM!” “No, you can and you will. Now hold still, I can’t eat you out if you keep thrashing around.” “Oh Aeons!”

*Slick sounds of you going down on him, gurgling and choking on his girth, occasionally gasping to catch your breath, only to have his cock buried in your throat again*

“Baaaby… I miss you so much… Can I come to your office? I promise to be good… Just need to cockwarm you - nothing else I swear. Let me keep you company pleeease. Imagine how nicely it'd be to have your cock buried in my pussy, while you are working… Need to help you with stress-relief, it's gonna feel so-so good.”

“Oh fuck, o-oh, love, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I’mcumMIN-” “Ngh, s-so…tight…” “Aaaaaaah~!”

“Veritas Ratio, if you come home in ten minutes, I will give you a nice massage and then ride you damn cock, till the only thing you can think about is not your work, but me. If you fail to do so though… I wonder if my threat to use some toys instead will work. Just know that your wife is very mad. And horny.”

It doesn't matter if the audio was taken while you were intimate or it was something you sent to him and he saved - he thoroughly enjoys everything your voice has to offer to him. And if instead of concentrated it accidentally makes him horny - he'll just play the next one, while undoing his pants.

Gallagher

Oh, this man is a menace. And a huge ass-lover. His gallery is full of pictures of your booty: clothed, just panty-clad or bare. There are shots with your body clearly being bent, ass up and back covered in his load. Videos of him fucking you from behind, with cock sliding in and out of your pussy? Obviously. Recordings of it jiggling as he spanks you? Would’ve been strange if they weren’t there.

However, in that vast collection of his, there is a video that’s most peculiar - one might say scandalous. It was one of those nights when he took over the bar for Siobhan and you came over at some point, all enticing and so sexy in that little dress of yours… He could not resist taking you right there once the establishment was closed. And it got on security camera...

Moans so loud, that they are reaching the recording device, are still of the delicious kind. Your back is arched over the bar counter, arms lifted and wrists tied by none other but Gallagher’s wine-red tie, and held by his own hand for good measure. The front of your dress is pushed down, revealing your pretty breasts, jiggling with every thrust of the man’s hips, and the hem of it has ridden up, baring your stomach and mark-covered thighs. Your lover is barely unclothed, pants and boxers pushed down just enough to free his cock and the tie, obviously, missing. The hand that is not holding your wrists, is grabbing onto your leg, under the knee, lifting it for a better angle, and showing off a lewd detail - your black lace panties hanging on your shin. You are looking positively debauched, and he is no better, groaning and cursing, with an occasional exceptionally rough trust that makes you scream and whine. There are teeth-gritted ‘slut’s and huskily chuckled ‘bad girl’s with your pleading ‘sir’s and ‘Gal’s, all of that deliciously seasoned with the clapping of the wet skin colliding. But nothing beats the moment of you cumming, depicted by no less than three cameras from all of the hottest angles…

Of course this footage was ‘confiscated’ by him with some dumb excuse for Siobhan (he doubts she believed it, given the knowing look and shit-eating grin she gave him), with all traces destroyed except just one copy thoroughly hidden on his phone. He thinks you two should repeat that - this time, however, he’d love to bend you over the counter with your back facing him…

Gepard Landau

Gepard would die if someone took his phone and got into his gallery. Poor man has to change the password weekly to throw Serval off his case (she was only teasing, but that made her brother paranoid). There is a reason for such behavior - while he is way too sweet and gentlemanly to suggest making sexy pics or, Supreme Guardian forgive, videos, he can't help but to be too whipped for you. 

This man dutifully saves every single photo and video of yours - nudes included.

You don't send them very often - you don't want to kill your darling husband. But sometimes the yearning is unbearable, and there is a suffocating need to show Gepard what he is missing while away on duty (you always leave a warning message though, so he could check it while alone and undisturbed).

No matter how red and embarrassed he gets, the man timidly admits that he enjoys this kind of attention. He is not beyond the earthly pleasures - he too has a favorite theme, that recently became more present in what you send him…

At first you looked so absolutely cute and domestic with his huge sweater on, the one you personally knitted for him - the beginning of the video didn’t look all that different from the photos you sent him just minutes before. But soon it becomes clear why you asked if he was alone, because once you position the phone and climb onto the bed, your full attire gets revealed. White stockings are replacing your usual home pants, and as your fingers grab the hem of the sweater and tug it up, the white panties from a matching set start peaking. The view is both pure and alluring, with the way your legs are spreading wide, and the sweater being pushed further up, baring your braless breasts. The hem gets secured between your teeth and both hands teasingly run down your sides, index fingers drawing circles around the tits, before squeezing them; as one remains right there, the other slowly slides down your stomach, disappearing under the hem of those flimsy panties. Imagination paints wild images - every next is hotter than the previous, and only your muffled moans of his name and rapidly rising chest are indicators of how good you feel with fingers pushing in and out of your pussy. And that damn sweater… You are not taking it off.

The Captain of the Silvermane Guards has one guilty pleasure - you, wearing his clothes. Domesticity, longing, finding comfort in something of his touches his heart and heightens his love and desire for you, almost making him consider taking a regular day off.

Jing Yuan

This man literally worships the ground his wife is walking on, so OF COURSE he wants to have as many pictures and videos of you as possible. It gets so boring and lonely when he is at work, after all. But don’t be fooled by his sweet and innocent smile, there are not only cute shots of you both or just you, he has sexy stuff too.

Man is obsessed with your chest. It’s his favorite pillow (thus so many pictures of him snuggling his face right between your breasts), his best stress-relief (photos and short videos of his big veiny hands cupping and squeezing your girls, with an occasional swipe of the thumbs over the erect nipples), his favorite place to leave marks on (no one can see them under the clothes, but just one tug of his finger on your collar and he is met with a delicious sight. Plus the photos he asks to send occasionally).

Loves, loves, loves, purchasing lingerie for you and when you demonstrate your bra-clad tits. He immediately wants them in his face, but there is the phone screen keeping him away.

But oh does he love recordings of playing with them.

Your body is steadily bouncing on your husband’s lap, creating a beautiful melody of skin slapping against skin. There is an occasional peak of his thick cock, covered in your juices, that immediately disappears again, undoubtedly swallowed by your pussy. One strong arm is wrapped around your waist, supporting you, while the other hand is palming at your left breast. The right one has fallen victim to his eager mouth, lips wrapped around the nipple, sucking on it tenderly, tongue toying with the overstimulated nub. His eyes are half-lidded when he looks up at you, moaning around your breast, when you tug on his luscious locks, trying to push him away, to give you a small rest. He is drawing back indeed, planting a soft kiss to the valley between the jiggling globes, and you sigh in relief, deceived by his affectionate action. Only for you back to arch and mouth hang in a loud moan, when Jing Yuan brings your other breast to his awaiting tongue, dropping both hands to your hips to aid you in speeding up your riding, sensing your nearing orgasm.

Maybe next time you should try recording him making you cum by playing with your chest only… Ah, just the thought makes his cock swell.

Loucha

As much as Loucha enjoys your company and more often than not allows you to accompany him in his journeys, there are times when he can’t take you with him. Which means he leaves for weeks, or sometimes a couple of months, going through the days without a single touch from you. Before getting into a relationship with you, he could survive without intimacy just fine, but now, since he knows the taste of affection and being spoiled by you, it’s getting hard.

That’s when recordings on his phone come in handy, especially when there is no opportunity of a video call to indulge. And there is one he most frequently returns to…

Your chest is rising and falling, pretty breasts with perky nipples brought together by a wrap of a rope. Red and purple marks bloom on your skin akin flowers, some fresh, some from days before. Sweat shines on your hot skin, indicating just for how long the blonde has been torturing you with pleasure and denial. There is a small shake of the video, as your lover is establishing his phone, having just started the recording, and softly making you aware of how good you look - you wouldn’t know with that blindfold covering your eyes. Once the angle is perfect - capturing your arms, tied above the head, the arch of your back and thighs pushed together for stimulation, the man is joining you on the bed. It is cock-hardening, how you lift your head to find his lips, when you sense him leaning down, needily allowing him to indulge in a kiss before the game of orgasm denial continues. His hand meanwhile is creeping down your body, starting with caressing your cheek, fingers sliding down your neck, over the swell of your breast, thumb pushing against the nipple, eliciting a moan out of you right into his mouth, and then palm splaying on your stomach, traveling even lower, before it disappears between your thighs.

Loucha is a man of foreplay. There is nothing more satisfying to him, than indulging into your body before sinking his cock into your warmth. He loves making you squirm, completely at his mercy, drawing you right to the edge, and then denying you the sweet release, just to make you yearn, just to stretch the process out.

Sampo Koski

Sampo is nasty and that is not a secret. I am sure, if you were up for it, he’d suggest filming porn just for the giggles (and extra cash, come on, you both are fucking hot). There are teasing nudes and intimate videos, and it’s not a rare occasion of either of you texting the other with some found porn with a caption ‘let’s try it?’ and you do, frequently recording the process to compare later, and claiming that your performance is better.

However, sometimes it tends to not go according to the script (not like you usually have one). Sampo is chaotic and it’s not hard to lose focus with a lover like him, and these exact moments are Koski’s favorite. Despite being a Masked Fool, during these times he himself looks so sincere, it’s as unnerving, as it is exciting. Rewatching such videos and seeing how you mirror the look in his eyes, giggle with him, even crack a joke, all without ruining the mood - makes him believe he’s found his soulmate (and if you did film porn with him, he’d never share this level of intimacy with your viewers, it solely belongs to you two).

You are giggling, shaking your head with a wide smile, all the while lying on your stomach between his toned mark-covered thighs and leisurely fisting his hard, leaking cock with an angrily red tip. 

‘Sampo, please, be a little serious, we are trying to be sexy here.’

‘We are sexy! What’s not hot in shaping my and your pubic hairs into the lips?? They could kiss, when we fuck!’

‘You are unbelievable,’ you snort, trying to save the last bits of your composure, and leaning forward to mouth at his tight balls. This makes your lover pornographically (how ironic) moan, throwing his head back.

‘Mmm, yes, right there~ Oooh… If am soooo unbelievable, it must mean I am dreamy? How about I bring you to a Penacony, to a Dreamscape? I bet in your dream I’d be as good in bed as I am in reality.’

Your resolve snaps and you burst out laughing, letting go of his sack and pressing your face to his thigh, shaking, dropping the hand from around his cock. Sampo whines.

‘Come ooooon, I was so close!’

‘Shu-ah-ha-t-ah-uh-p,’ you manage through your laughter. The man pouts, but the gaze of mint green is summer-warm as he is looking down at your trembling form. Your voice is pretty, your cackles are pretty, and oh damn he is laughing too.

And these are just the first few minutes of the last video, the thing has a duration of half an hour, so, obviously, you didn’t stop there. That’s what Sampo Koski loves - no matter how cringe you become, it’s never a reason to stop the whole process. If anything it’s something to spark an even longer and intimacy-filled one.

Sunday

Keeping personal stuff on his phone is quite dangerous, given Sunday’s position. That’s why he owns two phones - his work one, and one to mainly contact you, his sister, and a small circle of the most trusted people. He is extremely good at handling the owning of two separate devices, never mistaking one for another, that people are often convinced he has only one.

But it’s his personal cellphone that interests us. Oh, does he have a whole collection of photos and videos of you, one folder in particular hidden just for good measure. Sunday is a collected and regal man, yet it doesn’t mean he has a hard time enjoying your teasing. Quite contrary, sometimes he welcomes it, loving the photos you send him from an outing, shopping for clothes, or better yet, lingerie, sending him multiple shots of different sets and asking him which he loves most, and which he’d like to see on you tonight. 

There are videos too, especially when he’s been extremely busy, and you are oh so needy, sending him short recordings of touching yourself, sighing out his name, begging him to come and help you. However, there is one he particularly likes…

Big silicone cock is being pushed in and out by the machine he purchased for you to quell your need when your husband can’t be there for you. You are on your stomach, with hips slightly raised and pushed backwards, chasing the toy, and he can see the perfect outline of your pussy, outer lips swollen and puffy, covered in a sticky substance, opening and constricting in attempts to accommodate the girth. Your moans are sweet, so-so sweet, hitting a high pitch, when the dildo falls out and a thick glob of cum substitute escapes your pussy. And then another, and another, messing your thighs even more, ruining the towel underneath you. Yet you don’t stop, reaching behind, and pushing the tip back into your tight warmth, making the toy pick its pace again. It’s squelching, it’s so dirty, but it’s so hard to look away. You give yourself creampie, after creampie, sometimes stopping to collect the substance and push it inside with your digits, fingering, moaning and whining for your husband, wishing it’s his cum sploshing between your walls, breeding you.

Yes, it’s his favorite, almost 4-minute video. Ever the neat freak, he can’t deny you look heavenly when ruined, on an equally ruined bed, begging for his attention and semen. You have to forget about the machine for some time, however, because since then Sunday has been truly devoted to breeding you.

Pairing: Yandere Mummy! Pharaoh x time traveler!reader Tw: manipulation, mentions of bringing harm to others , yanderes, notes:bro im so indecisive, i legit cannot decide on my banner also did you know i was obsessed with ancient egypt as a kid reblogs and comments are appreciated!

Yandere Pharaoh! who almost ended you right then and there for awakening him from his slumber until he laid his eyes upon you. He never believed in prophecies' in his rule but when he saw you he was reminded how someone once prophesied that his reign would return upon being awakened by a saviour.

Yandere Pharaoh who immediately asks you for your hand in marriage and he wouldn't take no for an answer. He doesn't care if you brought him back just so you could find out about his past, you brought him back, you brought his reign back and for that he would spoil you.

Yandere Pharaoh who wastes no time in going to confront the current pharaoh, they were unfit to rule and they deserved no throne.

Yandere Pharaoh who immediately brings you to court and declares that he was to wed you. He takes no time in getting rid of anyone who tries to convince him to get a better spouse or wed someone who actually had influence.

Yandere Pharaoh who dismisses all the concubines because he wants no one else but you.

Yandere Pharaoh who never removes his wrappings in the court but stares at you lovingly as you rewrap them at night.

Yandere Pharaoh who gives you the finest of all materials.

Yandere Pharaoh whos' well aware you're not from his time but seeing as you give him good input to rule his kingdom, he doesn't mind. He won't hesitate to punish anyone who dare says anything against you for aiding him in his rule.

boo.

relationship | ghostface!scaramouche x gn!reader (modern au)

synopsis | listen, the thirsty tiktoks of masked men – specifically ghostface – during Halloween were too interesting. you had to check it out for yourself! one of the actors is oddly... good at his job. maybe too good... content | mdni to be safe! suggestive tension with a murderer. that's it. kinda like...early stage yandere. no smut. cw | swearing, light knifeplay, y/n needs post nut clarity bc y/n is giving ‘foolish horror movie protag’, usage of "darling" a/n | this was supposed to be for both wrio and scara, but ive been neglecting the og boy. this is... unrealistic and self-indugent. please do not harass haunted house actors. super quick fic.

masterlist

it’s halloween night and the internet was rampant with videos and images full of the various actors who were a little too fine on this spooky evening.

due to the rising thirst for masked actors darting around and failing to startle some folks, your friends had decided it was time to check out the local one in town for the cheap thrill.

terribly enough, with the rising thirst, there were rising murders in town too. but halloween happened one night of the year! surely it would be fine if you enjoyed one late evening, right? besides, strength in numbers.

horny wins over sensibility. perhaps with the halloween spirit at its peak, the actors would truly send a chill down your spine and less of a… flustered reaction.

down the street, a fog machine pumped a haze across the damp concrete. candy wrappers and fake blood were splattered across the floor, with laughter and shrieks filling the midnight air as various actors impressed the crowd with their theatrics. some of them wielded prop weapons and slashed at the crowd, while some of them crawled around and swiped at people to scare them.

the road led to a busy haunted house at the end of it, where a majority of the more elaborate frights occurred. to reel customers in, a few actors were out and about, spooking potential customers and shoving flyers in their faces afterwards. your friends were chatting away, looking for a place to attract the attention of a few actors to see.

after a few moments, a group of actors seemed to have set sight on your posse loitering around and were heading in your general direction. bingo.

within seconds, a lithe performer from the back of the group donning a dark outfit approached you. on his slender body, the simple, nondescript black hoodie and pants allowed all of your attention to focus on his mask. a white, ghost-like plastic sat on his face. fake(?) blood caught the light from the halloween decorations nearby, glistening like the actor had just finished off a fresh kill.

from the exaggerated mouth of the mask, rhythmic puffs of the actor’s breath slipped through the fine mesh, only visible thanks to the evening chill.

steady breathing.

as the full group of actors approached, whispers erupted from your group before you could give your friends a knowing look. before you could snicker out a ‘ooh, ghostface!’, the entertainer darted forward.

a prop knife glimmers before it firmly pressed against your side as his free hand lands on your shoulder to pull you into the prop. his fellow actors all pounced on your friends as they laughed with fright, some of them recording the whole interaction to post it later online.

pressing close against your warm body, he mutters almost breathlessly into your ear.

“boo.”

oh, shit.

he sounded hot.

his voice was muffled by the mask on his face; it sounded a little raspy, maybe hoarse from the various voices he had to make this month. at your gasp, borderline shameless whimper, the oddly sharp plastic knife retracts a millimeter, its owner probably taken aback by your response.

if only you had noticed the distinct smell of metallic iron wafting near you.

the knife is hastily snuck away and he steps back, his grasp on your shoulder releasing. you could only assume he was staring at you through the soulless eyes of the mask, giving you an exaggerated once-over. over the course of a few seconds, his head travels from your face, down your body, stopping at your feet before the mask raises again to rest its gaze on your face.

he walks off.

the ghostface actor brushes past your body, waving the prop at your friends as if egging them to try something. his ominous theatrics were quite fun, to be honest.

once he was a few steps away, probably to look for the next loitering group of potential customers, you work the nerve to open your mouth.

“oh, boo, y-you could do better than that.” you laughed wryly as you turn to face his departing form, folding your arms and hoping the flush on your face could be blamed on the temperature outside. 

something about that prop knife pressing into your side was… exhilarating. the too-sharp point that dug into your skin felt good.

the masked man pauses in his spot. the rest of his troupe had noisily darted towards a group of teens, hoping to get fetch easy business. their rowdy volume seemed to fade away.

your friends had stepped to the side to rest on a bench, rewatching the whole recorded ordeal from someone’s phone.

less eyes were on you both now.

he stands there before turning in his spot. he cocks his head, the overemphasized motion was so accurately recreated. the masked man just stares at you, waiting for you to continue. the sharp blade in his hand hangs limply as he bounces it up and down in his hold. above, the lamp post illuminated him from behind, his shadow stretching his proportions on the stone road below. notably, his bouncing blade looked even longer.

he seemingly turns his head to your distracted friends, and after a beat, his grasp on the blade seem to grow confident, twirling it within his hand and sticking it straight out at you, playfully drawing x’s in the air with it. after a moment, you realize he was doodling that shape at your head.

after each completed ‘x’, he would take one methodical step forward and the shadow on the floor grew more distorted, inching closer to your own.

with the blade fully out, you could truly appreciate how well crafted it was. for a prop, it reflected the one cold light from the lamp post above.

faintly, you hear him hum, but you strained to hear him through the plastic. the halloween wind blows and it catches on the hood of his attire, but it was not strong enough to tug the hood down. dried leaves blow past your shoes, flowing to wherever the wind intended on heading.

his voice breaks through the hushed night.

“is that so? i was only trying to scare you a little.”

his voice sounded gruff as he questions your goad; your knees felt weak at the low timbre of his words. his voice lowers further, settling into a drawl.

“you want a real scare, darling?”

sarcastic affection dripped from his words. from the bench, your friends had quieted down, their eyes wide as a few of them took their phones out to record your interaction. it wasn't everyday an alluring ghostface stranger puts on a show.

you swallowed down your nerves, blood rushing through your ears. you knew you weren’t going to die, he was an actor for fucks sake, but the air felt so different right now, especially with the way he was slowly waltzing over. gracefully, he manahes to make the quietest steps on the gravel. amazing, considering how his heavy boots failed to make much sound.

as he inched closer, his low humming grew louder behind that bloodied mask as he continued to lazily slice x’s in the air with his knife.

two slices.

step.

two more slices.

step.

slice. slice.

step.

once he was less than a meter away, a burst of confidence shot through you and your hand shot out to grip him by the collar of his shirt.

you yanked him forward and a stuttered huff of his breath collides with your face.

maybe you had seen one too many thirsty tiktoks of girlfriends frothing at the mouth at the sight of their boyfriends.

from a distance, one of your friends squealed before the rest of them shushed her before they all scurried away, deciding that they needed to let you have your main character moment.

with his head once again curiously and dramatically cocked to the side, he trails the tip of the sharp, plastic knife against your side. it catches on the fabric of your clothes and he laughs cooly, steadying the surprise in his voice.

“you’re quite fun,” he says simply, the silky tone of his voice lulling and neutralizing you. his hand jerks to the side and a ripping sound reverberates through the… oh. 

it cut through your… shirt. 

oh, fuck. the knife is real.

you jump back, your heart beating out of your chest.

“weird way to convince people to go to the haunted house,” you huff nervously, covering the cut with your hand to prevent the cold air from nipping at your skin. you grimace at the man in front of you who continued to just stand there.

the knife bounces faster in his hand.

“ugh, i liked this shirt! just give me the pamphlet to the fucking house; i’m convinced, especially if all the actors are as intriguing as you.” you joke with a roll of your eye. you stick your unoccupied hand out to the costumed man in front of you, waiting for him to slide the glossy folds of paper into your hand.

maybe you’d demand for recompense as well.

once again, his head silently tilts to the side, the exaggerated angle almost made you snort. the mask looked barely human with the way it seemed to droop so low and how the eyes and mouth did not replicate typical human features.

the eyes drooped sadly, yet you could almost feel… amusement? mirth? oozing from the depths of the inky mouth and eyes. the steady puffs of his breath from earlier seemed to have crumbled into shakily, uneven, excited breaths. the night air truly illuminated his rising exhilaration.

his nimble fingers began to thumb the hilt of his blade. 

eerily, you note that the area was... empty.

where had everyone gone? it wasn’t like that ten minutes ago.

“darling, i'm honored you think so highly of me, but...” he croons, his voice taking on a singsongy tone. he takes a step forward, pressing his other hand against his chest, grandly gesturing to himself as he holds the knife out to his side.

“im not an actor.”

I AM IN LOVE (not my usual to-go but very hotly written 😘)

hihi ! can u write for loner / incel stepbrother x m reader ? (subbot)

mhmm!!! tw;; stepcest, genuine creep character; hentai mentions; masturbation, noncon, incel step-brother, bttm male reader, minors, ageless blogs dni!!

incels; who define themselves as unable to get a romantic or sexual partner despite desiring one. yeah, sure. that was him alright - your older step-brother... nineteen, turning twenty, and you - eighteen, turning nineteen... a one year age difference, making him all jittery... he does admire you, he does! he-he's sorry he doesnt show it... he's sorry he doesnt show how badly he wants to communicate - to talk to you, to learn about you... sorry he's such a disgusting freakish loser, even. he was so excited to meet you, to be a brother after having no siblings ... finally, getting the little brother he's always wanted.

step brother... whos a genuine gross fucking weirdo. wondering how you would ever get along with this guy... he was already introverted; barely making any sort of conversation with you - its harder now that youre living together, forced to have rooms next to each other with a conjoining bathroom... you were reluctant. this guy had no idea what personal space was - getting all close as he brushes his teeth next to you every other night... but still, silent as ever... so very careful to hide certain disgusting figures of busty anime characters and toys - fleshlights and - just because hes so experimental!!! - ( already fucking himself with a fleshjack, moaning out ur name accompanied by little bro )

often masturbating in his dark little hobbit hole to brocon hentai - fantasizing that it was you calling for your big brother rather than the animated character on his monitor so unashamed...

whining to himself, voice muted as he slowly strokes along his cock - why is he so undesirable to women? and... why not have sex with the next best thing? his new little step brother... he knows hes awkward, and he knows damn well that you dont share the same interests... and he never wouldve thought it would have come to this - but here you are... in his little fantasy, bouncing on his cock and calling him big brother...

often merely jerking off to the sounds of you simply taking a shower - a shared bathroom connected between your rooms... but now - t-to stand in the corner of your room, admiring the way the moonlight hits your face, lightening your features and giving him even more room to work with - languidly stroking his cock and quieting his grunts and moans with one of your dirty shirts he found in the bathroom hamper - secretly hoping that you do wake up, that you see him masturbating to the sight of you and that you whine at how gross your big brother is - f-fuck-! painting his hand with his thick opalescent cum, cleaning it up in a huff with your shirt and taking it with him to the bathroom where he entered so sneakily...

before finally taking what hes always wanted from you!! after... listening in from the bathroom; your desperate mewls and attempts to cum - he intervenes, shoving the door open and you exclaim his name in shock - covering yourself upㅡ"d-dont call me that," he exhales shakily, climbing over you so quickly - giving you no time to react as he continues grumbling as he easily flips you on your belly and holds your wrists behind your back - ignoring your struggle to buck him off - "c-call me big brother..."

and... sitting on the edge of your bed after shucking off the rest of your clothes - cock bobbing up and down as he bounces you along his prick, your wrists restrained behind your back and being so helpless for ur big bro ,,, "y-yeah, thats right... little brother... how does big bro's cock feel inside you, huh?" mumbling a specific line from his disgusting pornos, not as embarrassed as he should be as he fucks you full of his cum rather too quickly...

Work Ethics [Age Gap AU]

FEATURING : DAISUKE YUICHI (OC) x male reader

The new intern took a liking to you, it went unnoticed by you, his boss sadly. However, he would prove how deep his admiration was when the both of you were drunk, alone in the building with the exception of his hard cock.

age gap, bit dubcon. not much plot just sex, profile

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"Hnngg- f-fuck stop! Wait wait I'm gonna-"

(m/n) clasped his hand over his whimpering mouth, his hips bucking up while a stronger grip clawed on his waist, urging him to lay still on the wooden desk. He was squirming, his pants gone and his briefs dangling on his left ankle.

Daisuke hummed as he proceeded to swallow (m/n)'s load of cum in his mouth. He was on his knees, his hands holding (m/n) down while giving the latter a blowjob. "Did I do good, sir?"

The (h/c) could only mewl, his dick flaccid and slobbered with spit as Daisuke stood and climbed over him. Their dynamic was interesting, to others if they had noticed. (m/n) was head of department for his sector and Daisuke Yuichi was the new intern they had received.

Well, he wasn't just an intern. He was one of the shareholder's son so all treated him like royalty once he stepped foot in the company. (m/n) didn't care, treating him like he was any normal intern and there was the obvious age gap between them.

A good six years apart with Daisuke still in university with an internship as part of his education programme. He could've been 20 or 21. So why was someone like him messing around with (m/n) who was at the end of his twenties?

Daisuke probed his fingers into (m/n)'s mouth who screamed and gagged around his thick digits, knuckles brushing against his palate and poking his uvula. He coughed with his mouth full and the ravenette kissed him on his cheek.

"Am I better than any of those geezers? Their old bodies couldn't ever pleasure you...at least up to my standards."

The ravenette took his fingers out of the (h/c)'s mouth and trailed lower, reaching his crotch and (m/n) gripped his wrist when Daisuke poked his virgin hole. "Y-You brat- I never fucking touched there- anhh!"

"Really? I'm glad. I would be pretty sad if someone else had slammed their dick in there instead of me. I was born a bit too late hm?" Daisuke shoved a finger inside, stretching his rim and pistoned against his twitching walls.

(m/n) spread his legs wider, his hips stuttering as he moaned more, his veins coursing with unknown pleasure. His button-up rustled against the frame of the desk, his desk to be exact. The (h/c) was Daisuke's superior, HR had reached out to him, asking him to take special care of the new intern and (m/n) was annoyed and ignored it to say the least.

He didn't realise how much the intern admired him, how black eyes adorned into his mannerisms, his body language, the way (m/n) carried himself as a person. Adoring gaze lingered on the (h/c) whenever the department had a meeting and (m/n) was presenting his slides upfront.

How the (h/c)'s blazer would hike up every time he lifted his arms, his pants hugging his tight ass with those two back pockets mocking Daisuke with how the ravenette had wished how much he was those fabric instead...

It was a planned dinner for their department, Daisuke however had forgotten his USB drive that had documents he needed to finish up for the night and (m/n) offered to follow him along, saying he himself needed to retrieve a few things.

And when (m/n) thought Daisuke was heading for his cubicle, he in his tipsy state did not realise the ravenette had followed him into his office and pounced on him.

"Do you feel the same way as me, Mr. (l/n)? Is that why you offered to take me back here?" Daisuke had drunk a lot, his mind was much more intoxicated than (m/n)'s after he had gotten hazed by his seniors. His dick was hard and being alone with his hot crush didn't make it any better.

"What the-? Daisuke, what do you think you're doing??" (m/n) yelled, attempting to push the younger man away as the latter started to pepper kisses all over his neck. "I'm making love to you, sir. My boss is such a cool person." He kissed his the complaining man's forehead. "And cool people should fuck together."

Maybe (m/n) should keep up with the times, trying to relate more to younger people who's almost a decade apart but he couldn't understand how Daisuke's loose mouth easily spat. It was good around his dick too.

He tried to resist, pushing against the younger's strong rock hard body but he instantly melted when Daisuke pulled his pants down and shoved his open mouth, swallowing his hard penis.

Now he was bent over his own messy desk, his shirt ripped and his ass being pulled back and forth against Daisuke's crotch. Their bodies were hot and wet squelches rang from where their skin connected together. Hands around his waist tightened, fingers digging into his abdomen and he was sure a bruise would appear tomorrow.

"Aanh anh angg!" He never thought he would cry like a girl, like a woman would whenever he would sleep with the opposite gender. "You sound so good, (m/n). Your ass is so fucking thick too." Daisuke whispered into his ear, his fat chest pressing against the (h/c)'s shoulder blades as he continued humping into his boss, pounding his dick into the older man's once virgined asshole.

"C-Calm down- mmffhh! Y-You're too deep- nggh!" Did young people had this amount of energy? Or maybe it was (m/n)'s age catching up to him since he was getting tired of Daisuke's never-ending bunny fuck with him.

He cried out when the ravenette came inside, complaining about the lack of condoms and Daisuke bit his nape in return, asking him to be a good boss and let the younger one do all the work. Although the ravenette was putting in overtime as he came inside the (h/c) for the fifth time that night, (m/n) only twice for a bitchy reason.

Fat tears slipped down his lower lashes, drooping down his (s/c) cheeks as he struggled with his restrained arms above his head, Daisuke tying his wrists with his own tie when (m/n) started to complain and wanted to switch.

He was back laying on his desk, his nipples getting twisted by Daisuke's fingers whose face was flushed pink, his eyes half-lidded gazing down at his naked boss who was tied up under him, his wet dick still deep inside his cum-filled anus.

(m/n)'s cock was also tied up, a thin felt string Daisuke had snatched, carefully roping it around his tip. The textile scratched against his sensitive cock but the pressure wasn't letting him burst, precum spilling all over his base, leaking onto his crotch and abdomen.

"W-Wanna cum- mmff! I wan cum too- angg!" (m/n) mumbled, his face flushed as he flinched when Daisuke pressed his cock deep, squirting more of his cum inside his already full ass.

His stomach felt queasy, the high taking his body, the remains of his attire was ripped to pieces earlier and he had been denied of his orgasm ever since he mentioned wanting to top.

"Really? Boss wants to cum? (m/n) wants some cum?" The (h/c) irked, feeling degraded by the smirking ravenette who was usually nice and polite, except he was drunk and fucking his ass at 1 AM in the office.

He hesitatingly nodded, his head fuzzy and his hole spilling semen, dripping down his desk and onto his carpeted floor. "I want to hear it from your mouth. Your really cute fucking mouth." Daisuke peered, his dark eyes open focusing on the whimpering man beneath him, his lips stretching into a smile.

"I want to cum. Let me cum. I can't just- mfff I wanna cummm-" (m/n) whined and he never thought a noise like that would come out of his mouth. Daisuke lightly sucked in his cheeks, collecting his saliva in the middle of his tongue and his fingers pried (m/n)'s open. He opened his mouth and extended his tongue down to (m/n)'s, letting his drool drip into the (h/c)'s mouth.

The (h/c) had confused noises slipping out of his throat as he was forced to swallow Daisuke's spit. "Angh angg ngghh-" He mewled, struggling with the continous saliva flowing into his mouth by the excited ravenette.

Daisuke stopped, feeling satisfied seeing the panting and slobbering (h/c) as he leaned down once again. "Kiss me." (m/n) mumbled, hazy and drowsy as Daisuke further edged him. "Kiss me and I'll pull it off." His finger pinched the edge of the string and (m/n) frowned, annoyed at this young man's bold behaviour.

"Anhh-" He propped himself up with his elbows, (m/n) sticking out his tongue to reach the ravenette who teased him by slowly inching away. But the (h/c) grabbed his jaw and slammed his mouth on his lips, his tongue sloppily pressing against Daisuke's.

The younger was definitely better at fucking but (m/n) had the upper hand in kissing. Daisuke melted, moaning in his mouth as he desperately hugged his boss close, his eyes rolling behind while his cock rubbed against his slipping hole.

(m/n) tilted his head, angling his lips as he slipped in his tongue into Daisuke's mouth, the latter teasingly pulled off the string and clenched his tip tight. The (h/c) hissed as he started to lap at his wet muscle, making out with the younger ravenette.

Their faces were flushed, alcohol still lingering in their system, especially Daisuke whose cheeks had a nice pink hue. (m/n)'s heart was beating in his chest, his cock was gripped by the ravenette twitched and threathened to burst as he bucked his hips up, wanting release.

"Mmff- angh! Call me Yuichi first- mmn!" (m/n) pulled away from the messy make-out, his lips slick with spit and he furrowed his eyebrows. "Yuichi?" "Daisuke is a family name. I'm the one up your ass moments ago, not my whole lineage. Unless-?"

His cheek was firmly slapped, (m/n) frowning annoyed his release denied as he jutted a finger in his face. "Behave." "...Yes, sir." Yuichi smirked, licking his lips. The slap wasn't strong, but it was enough to awaken the ravenette who started to jack him off.

The (h/c) gritted his teeth, clenching his eyes shut as he squirmed under the mercy of the ravenette who was estatic to see his boss submit under him. "Y-Yuichi..." (m/n) breathily spoke as he wrapped his arms around ravenette's ears.

Yuichi's cock immediately sprang up, his hands pulling the (h/c) off the table as he sat on a nearby ergonomic chair, (m/n) on his lap. The ravenette bit his neck, leaving a mark on the skin as he slammed (m/n) onto his cock, the latter yelping and instantly came.

Ropes of cum spilled from his tip, his eyes continued to dwell tears as he yelled at Yuichi for bouncing him on his cock while he was cumming, his orgasm rode out for so long, a good 20 seconds. His hole could barely fit anything, wet and slobbering. The rim was strained, being pounded by Yuichi's long cock for so long as (m/n) felt like he was going to cum again.

"Aanhh angg mmhh! Fuck fuck- khh mmnh!" Curses and whimpers spilled from his lips as he tightened around Yuichi, the latter pulling him into a kiss as he stilled himself balls deep inside the (h/c) while cumming for the nth time that night. (m/n) held onto the ravenette with his still restrained arms around neck as he squirted onto Yuichi's stomach, his watery cum coating his abs as the ravenette continued to face fuck his boss.

It was a blur after that, he wasn't sure where he ended up but he woke up in an unknown apartment, Yuichi hugging him while sleeping. The ravenette took him to his home, a very expensive home at that after their drunken affair and the younger one kept pestering the boss.

"You like me now, right sir? We can date outside the office." (m/n) rolled his eyes, whacking a document on Yuichi's forehead as he pulled the hands off that was tugging on his vest. "Finish the e-memo and I'll talk to you, Yuichi."

It may seem that the boss was still as cold towards the intern, but the fact that he's using his given name was a sign of endearment. Older men really had it different, huh?

Yuichi was ecstatic as he sneaked into (m/n)'s office whenever it was past closing hours, the latter having to stay back for numerous reasons. One of them to entertain his intern.

Although he never let Yuichi sleep with him in his office again, praying that the poor cleaner wouldn't ask who he had brought in during the late night a few days ago.

[END SCENE]

[unedited]

Afterthoughts :

i need to STOP putting daisuke in office settings...he's just perfect for it. a nepo baby taking a liking to u HAHAHHAHA ME WAN JADIKHHIGSAHJK; anywyas im so stressed out recently. but the worst part's over so i gotta suck it up argh.

THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A RESPONSE TO AN INBOX BUT I GOT HORNY SO I WROTE A DAMN FIC INSTEAD 😭😭

I wrote this in like two hours w sleep in between. Hence, the lack of like good stuff sorry.

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Edit : i did not implement the dynamic a younger top and older bottom is supposed to have...forgive me. I wrote this at 3am. Expect a drabble soon

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