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19 | evil perv

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 (𝐌𝐖𝟐) 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (nsfw)

Based on that one cutscene of Graves on his laptop, but instead an AU where he was actually typing to his Sugar Baby…holy shit. A perverted oneshot.

TW! Mature and Sexual content.

Note: Imagine if Ghost and the gang aren’t here, and this is a different mission with just him and shadow. Same scenario, different plot.

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The night’s cold, his men are on patrol and getting ready for dawn. Shadow stays within secrecy do they not? If they didn’t, why the fuck would it be called shadow. But guess who’s not hiding. The laptop feels light on the heavy hood of the truck, one of those thick military issued ones, but it doesn't matter where it lays right now. Whatever the fuck is in that laptop is much more important. Or at least one has a different idea of what ‘important’ means, compared to what Phillip has in mind.

One thing about Graves is that he’s high and mighty, but he’s still just a man. A filthy one at that. Sure, anyone who’s hunting shadow knew that already—but even after all that dirt there’s still something rotten inside. All that blood money (he thinks otherwise) and he still had to spend it on something to satisfy his greed, a well kept cunt on the side.

Dirty fingertips, scented like metal and sweat, ashy gloves, and yet the filthiest part was him typing away on his laptop. Checking up on his sugar baby. Such filth he kept, his men are on patrol and he’s playing with dirt each day, yet he still manages to keep a whore in secret? American greed in the flesh. Self righteous, prideful in his skin.

If anyone saw him as a saint they were blasphemous, no shame or fear left when it comes to his whore. The night veil only made the scene more devious than it would at day, such activities are associated with the dark are they not? In the open air no less. Anyone could see, but it didn’t matter. There’s no fucking way their commander was checking on a whore, he was checking on coordinates, or so he says. He truly had no shame, a commander with no fear is a prerequisite, but being shameless made him devious.

5 notifications from ‘unknown’

unknown: I received it.

unknown: *sent image*

unknown: I hope you can see the clit clearly..

unknown: it’s so much redder in real life..

unknown: hope it pleases you, daddy.

Unknown…if anything, he knows every inch of the identity behind that user. Naturally, he was the one who named it. He’s shameless, but he’s not a fucking idiot. He provides, you obey. The first image he opens is just as he expected to receive. A wet slobbery cunt, the clit all red and engorged. They had used the vibrator he bought. He wants to see the aftermath, as always. Keeps them under his leash, makes his ego so fucking worse.

He’d type away, but his satisfaction doesn’t reveal anything. He’s good at keeping his true intentions. His gaze on the screen is meticulous, to his subordinates he’s serious. But at this moment he’s analyzing and entranced by the sight of the wet cunt. He’d give a moment of that pout he does, when he’s usually thinking of what to say, or when he sees something that captured his mind.

When he’s away, he likes to imagine the times when they’re sucking his heavy balls, sniffing the musky and sweaty meat of his sack. Makes them look like prey, and him much more powerful. He needs something to fuck his ego into.

P.G: Very good doll.

P.G: You listen to me good, then you’ll get your reward.

P.G: Next, I need that new set on your body soon.

P.G: I’ll add a 5k bonus if you do it by tommorow.

He knew you were asleep by now, he was always halfway somewhere on earth. But he knew, ohhh he knew with his pride, that they were going to obey. Always did. He closed his tabs, and shut the laptop off. He had other matters now, finished his ‘work’…or so he says.

Divider Credit: Made by strangergraphics

Note: I was inspired from this one edit on TikTok (unfortunately the link is unavailable anymore noooo) of him on his laptop and was like imagine if he was actually perverted on his laptop omgggggg but yeah uhhh I did not proof read this whoopss also uh I don’t know graves that much oops and uh haven’t tapped into COD in a while oopsss

I just had an idea lmao pervert graves

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hey guys!! just wanted to let you guys know that I eventually uploaded my works to A03 so it’s more accessible and to add a platform to read offline! It’s under the username Bcsterds and all my works will be uploaded there soon ;)

Also wanted to thank everyone for the support lately!! More work soon!! You guys are so lovely love yaa

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 | 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐲 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 (nsfw) part i

Tanigaki, Sugimoto, Tsukishima.

Oneshots of how love and sex works with the three men. The burly gentleman, the young soldier, and the obedient hound.

TW! Mature and Sexual content.

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𝖳𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗄𝗂 𝖦𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗎

He’s hairy. That’s the best part. The way his chest is molded like boulders, made you think fate has blessed you, but if it’s also testing your patience. Either way, you’re surprised you haven’t mauled him ever since you laid eyes on his fuzzy chest. 

You’re surprised on how gentle he is compared to his masculine visage. The gentle beast. The way his chest bulges every time he buttons his uniform, the way his hair covers him like fur, the way you know his hair grows even between his testicles and rim? You’d want to lick it all, make him wither above you. 

His musk…you’d devour his hairy armpits, all marinated in his sweat and musk. They cover his pits like velvet.  He’d moan and whimper, and he’ll cum whenever your hands finish milking his thick chode. Your favorite pastime is licking all over his naked form, all while praising him. You like sucking his nipples, but your hands do the job. Sucking on his brown nipples, your left hand tugs his chest hair and gropes his chest, whilst your free hand jerks his red and angry rod. 

“ha..ha-ugh! please don’t tug hard—“

“shut up. you like this, don’t you? or should I just milk you dry over and over again?”

“I wouldn’t l-last either w-way ugh!—“

The pain from his hair getting pulled, and the pleasure from your hands is just too much. He whimpers and begs, and you? You enjoy it too much. That picture Sugimoto has of him only in his fundoshi? He has no idea how many times you’ve rubbed yourself over that portrait.

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𝖲𝖺𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗂 𝖲𝗎𝗀𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈

A soldier at practice, perhaps he’s still got that obedience he had to endure. He observes and listens, that’s the best part. He’s insecure….but so what? He’s average and there’s nothing wrong with that. He listens and takes things at ease, that’s why size doesn’t matter in your case. 

He listens to your needs, analyzes what makes your body needy, that’s why size doesn’t matter. What’s the point of riding a stallion if the reins aren’t steady. He takes things slow, he likes to kiss you gently, while his rough hands caress your most erogenous zones. Once he knows you’re enjoying him inside you, once you give him the signal he can go faster, he does. Tsurumi might’ve been his former commander, but he’s truly your dog. 

“You’re reacting well, your nipples are so hard. From down here, I can tell you’re feeling good.”

“M-mh, just a bit longer. Put your mouth into it again, please” 

“at your command.”

He’s not just obedient, he’s fun. He’ll make sex lighthearted, he’ll tease a bit, make you smile. He makes you feel at ease. It feels a bit more like making love rather than just rutting. He’ll make fun of himself a bit, just to make you less insecure. It feels safe with him. He doesn’t get to do this often. 

It’s funny. The first time you did him, he had some rubber in his bag, but the rubber looks old. He confesses, blushing. He asked some from the medics, just haven’t used them…for a few years..maybe even during his enlistment….which was a while ago…..

You laugh, he can be cute at times. 

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𝖧𝖺𝗃𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖳𝗌𝗎𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺

You want for him to give in more, he can tell, you should speak up. But you don’t. It’s like he knows what you’re thinking without any words spoken.

Soldiers say he’s Tsurumi’s dog, you might have to agree. He has self restraint, but at the same point you can tell he holds back so much of his own emotions. You want him to give more, voice it out, he knows you want it. But you don’t tell, you're anxious in wanting to ask him. He doesn’t have to ask what you want, he’ll give in. He’s secretly loving, others don’t see that much. He cares for you, and you feel it. Sex with him is good, it's warm, sincere.

He makes more sounds than he does with his men, you wonder if it's because he feels at ease with you or just his cock doing the work. 

Your favorite position is when you’re sitting on his lap, his cock moving slowly in you. You love admiring his body, seeing his expressions. It feels so intimate. The way he holds you in his bulky arms, engulfing your body with his warmth, it feels sensual. You love the way he looks at you, brows furrowing in focus, his eyes slightly hazy from wanting to look at his lover whilst also feeling pleasure from his cock. He’s restraining himself. You’ve never seen him so vulnerable, it shows so much of his inner personality, warm and loving. His stoic exterior is forgotten whenever you end up on his futon.

“You enjoy this position do you? Should I continue? Or should I move?”

“Mhm, Please..stay like this”

“Understood.”

He won’t usually say another word, he doesn’t need to especially when your body reacts so well to him. He’ll move slow and steady, almost calculated. But if you command him to get rougher, he will. He’ll play the pent up soldier, but he’ll never forget to clean you after. He has a system, he’s the best in the division for a reason. Discipline and loyalty. 

Divider credit: by aquazero

Note: Tanigaki a hoe so slutty, also I have more of the characters to come dwwwww I just procrastinate too much lolz my bad

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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐨 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (nsfw)

Being with a gangster is a bad decision, haven’t you thought of that? But leaving him is hard because he’s been so good to you. You try to end it because he’s bad, but you’re fucking with him at the end anyway. In short: you’re addicted to mista, a literal gangster. But you throw your morals for dick at the end haha.

TW! Mature and Sexual Content.

Note: Contains Neapolitan dialect (Mista is a native of Naples). Translation provided below.

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Mista, Mista, Mista…He knows what he’s doing. But do you? You wish you did. He’s a great lover, you hate to admit that. Addicting more like it. You come back to him everytime, you're experiencing withdrawal from a drug you’ve never even taken. He’s so good to you that you shiver just one night away from him. He’s hard to quit, you’ve tried.

“Amorina, I know you don’t want to. I see it in your eyes bambina.” His words hypnotized you, standing on your doorstep he was here because you called. He could tell you were serious, but truly you didn’t mean it did you? At least you truly meant it on the phone. But hearing him, seeing his gaze look deep into you, you’re not sure if you can leave him again.

“No, no. I can’t, not with your new ‘position’ now.” Ah right, your morals are telling you not to get attached to a literal gangster. With a higher rank at that, the Don’s right hand man. Danger is much closer than ever. Perhaps you finally understood that your gifts were tainted in blood. But now Guido’s not just an underdog anymore, he’s the right hand of the Passione boss. High status, high risk. You’re scared for your life, or afraid of what people would think? Mista thinks otherwise. People would talk.

He chuckles, his soft voice seems to mock your moral ground. At least, you think he is. He looks at you, grabs the palm of your right hand, and caresses it. You flinch at first, but you know he means no harm right now. “Amorina, not a single inch of you will be touched by Naples. Not with me, so why fear it?” He scoffed as he thought of his next words, he turned his gaze back onto you.

“Haven’t I been good to you? I’ve kept my world away from yours—“ he kissed your palm, placed it on his warm cheeks now. “Let you breathe in your own air, away from mine. So why fear us? Answer me mama” he gave a soft smirk at you, the way he looked at you…it’s teasing. Like he knows he’s won, he knows your deep desire is to let him fully embrace you. The core of your heart has his soul imprinted onto it.

You shook your head, eyes closing at the thought. Either you know he’s right, or that your morals are losing your grip, either way your pride gets the best of you.

“What’s this look? Amorina, answer me.” He gave a soft smile at you, a predatory comfort. Prey caught in a trap. You opened your eyes, finding him only a mere inches away from your face. He’d move his steps closer. His hand caressing your palm in his cheek, comforting you, making you feel safe in his arms.

“I can’t, y-you know what people will say. I can’t have blood in my hands.” You blurted, like a confession to a priest. Shameful but freeing.

“There’s always blood in Napoli, it’s not my bambina’s hands doing it isn’t it? That’s not your problem Amorina.” His gaze turns serious, the way his brown pupils turn lifeless, his brows now straighter than the usual furrowed one whenever he smiles. A serious tone, not anger but you can tell he means it, his grip soft but it feels tighter than if he was squeezing it tight.

“I know I’m morally fucked, but you are too bambina. I know you love me, you love me so fucking bad. You’ll stay even if you’ve tried to leave.” He gives a teasing smile, his life back in his eyes. Kissing the palm of your now sweaty hands, he continues his gaze onto you.”You can leave anytime, I’m not holding a leash, but you’ll always stay. I know your heart is mine mama, forget this mess, I know you love the taste of me. Couldn’t get it off your tongue hmm?” Spoken with such confidence, your ego hates it. But he’s so fucking right and you despise it.

You hate how he’s now up against your face, inches from your lips. You hate how you shook your head from holding back, saying no in your head. You don’t say anything, but he can read you. “Si Si Amorina, I know your heart. Let it go mama, we’re meant for each other. You know it” he whispers by your cheek, just by your ear. You hate how intoxicating he is, and yet you love him too much to let your morals win.

And this is where our gangster wins. You keep coming back to him, he’s so good to you.

“Ah! Guido guido guido, fuck right there right there right there! Oh god—“ your blabbering, mumbling obscenity as he fucks you over the bed. The soft beige sheets, crumpled and messy from the way you two move over the bed. Your hair, pulled by his left hand as he rams his cock into you. You’ll always end up on his cock afterall. Make up sex is a guilty pleasure, you hate how he makes you feel good, and you hate how it boosts his ego. For him? A trophy for his win, he’s always right. So he says.

He loves it when you two choose doggy, makes him feel so deep into you. He can feel you pulsating his cock, what a cunt you own. The way your ass hits his hips, his sweat acts like glue to your body. It’s so electric.

“Si si bambinaaa, you feel so good madonnaa. Don’t I make you feel so good, huh?” He groans as his hips move just deep enough, not too slow or harsh, just right. Your moans are enough to confirm what he wants to hear, but you try to mumble back.

“Don’t tease me, j-just make me c-cummm oh god—“ you tried finishing your sentence, but the way his fingers reached your clit, and the way his cock is mating with your cunt, makes it so hard. You’re moaning and mumbling like a fool. Self respect is a myth by now.

Your moans act like a siren call, instructing him to go faster without any words. His hips rutted faster, your moans were so hot to him. You were his Parthenope, the siren of Naples. Your voice lures men like him, he falls under your moans.

Grunting, you can tell he’s close. He’s holding back, he wants to savor your flesh. He lowers his body, his toned and tanned chest touches your back. Skin to skin, the vibration of skin touching and him moving inside you? Sensual heaven.

Pleasure in the wrong place, he’s a bad man, but your cunt says otherwise. He grunts, his breath so hot near your ears. Feels ticklish. He whispers, “You see how good I treat you? I won’t ever hurt an inch of you, d-don’t worry Amorina.” He then smirks, you can feel his smile through the shape of his mouth. “Maybe not on the outside, but might hurt an inch of your insides, only if you tell me to” he chuckles, his wet lips giving a quick peck on your cheeks. He’s teasing. You can’t help moaning like a fucking fool, the teasing, the way his cock ruts inside you, you can’t help geting so wet. Using his left arm to keep you locked with his body, he allows his bicep to keep your body pinned up against his on the bed.

“So tell me bambina, amore d’a vita mia, will you stay with me this time?” He shut his eyes while he inquired, you were squeezing him tight, he was holding back. But you were trying too. Your pride was there, you can’t be with a criminal and you’re morally good, a were a good pers—

“Uè! puttanella, I’m asking you a question.” He squeezed your cheeks tight, glaring at you to answer his question. Your thoughts were interrupted by his voice, he’s cursing you out. But fuck you liked it. His gaze was predatory, and his hips were moving harder. Your answer was cut short with a moan, and you tried to speak. “Y-yes, fine I’m sorry. I will.” You gave in. What a whore you were, giving up your morals for an orgasm? Or was your heart and mind set for him all this time? Whatever you decide, he chuckles, then kissed your lips like a hungry dog.

Releasing his lips from yours, a trail of saliva follows. His lips inches from yours, a grin painted on his face. He moans, then speaking in short breath, he spoke. “I knew you were reasonable. You’re my girl for a reason, so smart, so loving.” His smile lingers, but his compliment felt more like an insult rather than admiration. Whatever it was, his spell worked. You were close.

“Guido, I’m so close. T-tell me, tell me you love me, god!” You blurted, a mess. Sweat glistening on your body, hair a muck like a bird’s nest, your cunt bruised from the ram of his cock. But it didn’t matter now, it never did right? You’re infatuated with him. Didn’t matter if you threw your morals for his cock, he made you feel so good.

Your tongue may be tied, but your cunt can’t lie.

He loved what he heard, you hated what your heart had in mind. His hips moved even harder, faster, like rabbits in spring. “I love you. I love you. I love you bambina, that’s what I wanted to hear. I know you’d never l-leave me.” His words were interrupted by his grunt, his cock is red and angry inside you. Ramming like a bull, ready to fill your cunt with seed. “Guido, I-I’m so close, o-oh my god. Guido—“ you shut your eyes, you’re so close, you’ll cum any time soon. “Si bambin-na, come with me. Seal the bond, we have to mama” Pinning you even deeper into the bed, the two of you acted like animals.

He ruts even quicker, till you feel it, oh there it is. Heaven. “Guido! Agh!” You scream, your cunt squeezing every last drop of his cock. “Azz! Merda!” He shouts after you, pinning your body down. His hips stop thrusting to finalize with a hard thrust, he releases his seed. He pins your body, your legs shaking and trembling from the pleasure, he’s holding you to comfort you. Your knees still shake, the aftermath is still there. Your cunt is so sensitive, so red and bruised, so full of cum.

The orgasm keeps running slow for a few seconds, he says nothing but kisses your temple, that soft spot between your ear and eyes. Comforting you, and when you stop shaking, he pulls out slowly. His seed dripping from your slobbering cunt, there’s so much fluid. He hasn’t done it in a while, it seems, been holding it for you. Cradling you on the bed, he holds you as you catch your breath. It’s all so overwhelming, you feel tears in your eyes. How embarrassing, you’re feeling so much yet it’s all so fucking good, is it guilt? Shame? Comfort? For Mista you're just overwhelmed. He comforts you, he always does. You feel everything, your head is spinning with thoughts he wonders why your head hasn’t blown up yet. So many thoughts, what a heart you carry. Kissing the back of your neck, he whispers.

“Me faje impazzire, Dolcezza Mia.”

After a while, you’ve calmed down. He gently helps by flipping you over, your back now laying on the soft fabric. Your nipples hard, wet with marks from his bites, your body glistening with sweat, you were a mess. Your face was a mess, for Mista it was a piece of art. Your heavy eyes, hazy with tears and a realization of how lustrous you were. Your cheeks are red and rosy, your natural flush. The way your dried up tears painted your face, your surprised Mista isn’t hard again due to how sensual you looked. And your lips..my god. The most lush he’s ever seen, wet with spit like you were wearing lip gloss, pinkish tint that looks so kissable. He imagined your lips reaching the edge of his cock when you were deepthroating him.

He had to kiss you after that thought, but this time like the lover he is. Slow, sweet, instinctively you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You were the one trapping him this time. Slowly, you let go from the kiss, you stared at his gaze. Heavy, curious. “We’ll talk, we have to.” You spoke, your tone was gentle but it seems you gained your morals back. Or courage it seems. “I’m here all night bambina, you know that.” His response was genuine, you knew he wasn’t a full on..bad guy. He loves you, and that part is what your heart and mind is conflicted about.

Aftercare is softer. You felt his embrace, skin to skin but it wasn’t lustful this time. Sensual embrace, the one your heart desires, the one your skin misses each time he’s away. He’s sitting on the bed, his back to the headboard, but his tanned arms engulfs your body in a warm hug. He’s caressing your arms, his touch is soft, his chest is bare and warm. You were laying on his chest, it gives you comfort, comfort you need for the courage to talk with him.

Breathing softly, you’re at ease. “You know I love you. But you also know I can’t have blood on my hands, people will know. At the end of the day, I’m just scared. I can’t get involved with passione.” He can sense your worry, he kisses your forehead, he understands the concern.

“Amorina, I understand. It’s different now, blood is stained with the old boss. The new Don, he’s different. He’s young, he’s doing it differently. Regardless of how he does it, I’m there for him.” His tone was sincere, he’s always been honest to you. Got nothing to hide, at least not anymore. He lays his chin on your collarbone, his voice vibrating on your shoulder, it feels much more intimate. “Giorno’s good, and he trusts me. I’ve got you on my mind, I know what’s right and wrong. If I didn’t know, I would’ve died on the streets.” His gaze faces yours, you naturally look into his, he smiles at you.

“Nun c’ pensà, you won’t get involved. Now can you rest that pretty smart head of yours, and give me a smile?” He teased you, but he was being sincere. You gave him a timid smile, and looked into his gaze. In an almost desperate tone you inquired, “You promise, this time?” waiting for his reply, your heart raced. He gives you a peck on the cheek.

“Mi cuore, I’ll do whatever it takes.”

He keeps his promise after that, you hope he does. If he isn’t there with you, he’ll call you on the line.

His voice is enough to make his presence felt in your room. “Don’t worry bambina, I’ll be there tomorrow night. Put on that Pucci dress I got for you, I miss seeing your curves in silk.” He was busy again, higher rank meant bigger responsibilities. But you felt his hunger through the phone. “I will, just—“ you hesitated for a moment on the line, he could feel your worry. “Be safe, I know I know it’s stupid. Just remember to um keep things at ease..” you didn’t know if you sounded stupid or anxious, either way he got your point. “Bambina, I wouldn’t even dare cross your words!” He assured you on the phone, chuckling at the end. Then you heard his sigh on the line, his voice came again,

“You have my word, don’t fret bambina. Tutt a post.”

Tutt a post. Everything is fine, he meant it. You hope it does. You wish he wasn’t a sweet talker, and you pray Don Giovanna would give Naples mercy.

Divider credit: By Saradika-graphics

TRANSLATION GLOSSARY:

Madonna: Refering to the Holy mother, a common Italian saying similar to omg (Oh my God). The realistic equivalent to Mamma Mia in everyday Italian.

Puttanella: whore. A harsher term for it, similar to putana which is the same meaning. Means more of a whorish girl.

Me faje impazzire: You drive me crazy. This saying is not in typical Italian(the one we typically hear and use), it’s in the Neapolitan dialect/language.

Amore d’a vita mia: My love, the love of my life. Uses Neapolitan dialect but same meaning in typical Italian.

Me dai na voce: Give me a Voice/Let me know. Neapolitan slang/saying, not in the Tuscan dialect (typical Italian).

Cuore: Heart.

Azz!: Neapolitan exclamation of surprise, taken from the word Cazzo (dick).

Tutt’ a post’: All good/ Everything is fine. Neapolitan dialect form, typical Italian would be Tutto a Posto.

Nun c’ pensá: Don’t think about it/worry about it. Neapolitan saying, the Nun is said to be trimmed to just N.

Ué!: Similar to oi! But Neapolitan style it seems.

Merda!: shit.

Bambina: My baby/my little girl.

Amorina: My love. More used in the south, a more feminine version of Amore.

Note: You can tell who’s my jojo fav. Also sorry if it’s not accurate in the translation leave me basta. Also might pull this up in A03 but idk man, anyways this fic so toxic I love. I had a vision where he’s so bad for us yes papi.

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𝐅𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐡 | 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (nsfw)

Johnny has a fetish, you know, but you pretend not to know. Until one day, he falls under the allure of seeing mosquito bites on your body.

TW! Mature and Sexual content.

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Johnny has always had a specific..fetish. It’s not like anyone really knows, maybe Gyro but it’s not like it’s life changing information. Gyro’s seen and heard worse. But you’re aware, and Johnny? He doesn’t have to know yet. Pretending is much more enticing, it’s better to pull him in before letting him maul you with the rest of his strength.

When horses are around the gang all the time, flies are bound to stick to the group like glue. The smell of horse shit under the American sun, and the slick scent of sweat? Bites come around. Gyro gets them, but when you’re the one getting the bites, the way Johnny avoids his gaze at you is strange. It’s like he’s not disgusted but there’s an underlying shame in his eyes, and you notice. It’s always when you claim you got bitten, or when you show the small red bite on your skin, his gaze faces away from you.

At first you didn’t quite catch it, but when you found out about his little quirk, you decided to indulge. Whenever you were drenched in sweat, sometimes you’d purposely wipe away only a bit from your body. You’d want some marks, and sometimes you’d get them. It’s a nuisance, but the way he hides his fluster makes this a fun game of cat and mouse. Mosquitoes are attracted to estrogen, compared to the guys you’re more likely to get bitten. Sweat and your scent, is a ground for those red bites. Your skin is sweet, to the bugs and to Johnny.

One day it finally ticked, Johnny got under your strings. It just so happens a naughty bug had bitten your thighs, the small peachy mark meant nothing to you, but for Johnny it was like you were the one driving him crazy. It wasn’t just your thighs that day that had gotten a few more bites, but what he saw was already an invitation in his mind

Here you are, laying down, while he nibbles on that peachy mark on your thighs. Gyro’s knocked out beside you two, you tease Johnny on how it feels like they're cucking Gyro. Johnny’s too occupied to pay attention to what you’re saying. You’re half naked, your cunt is wet in front of him, thick muff in his sight, but for him that’s not what’s driving him crazy. You smirk at him, it’s like your game worked, you think it’s ridiculous how hazy his eyes get sucking on a piece of skin.

Eventually he gets to your poor forgotten cunt, his fingers playing with the outer labia, while his thumb rubs around your clit. “You know, most men would’ve put their mouths on that cunt.” You teased him, your voice weaker due to the growing pleasure. It’s enticing. Hearing your words, his eyes that were locked on your thighs gazed back at your eyes quickly. He then let go of his mouth on the bites on your thighs, saliva strings following his now red lips, his breath is heavy as if he’s only been breathing through his nose, he then speaks slightly out of breath.

“Can’t. You're driving me crazy.” He spoke, blush creeping on his cheeks, his eyelashes heavy on his wide pupils. It’s the eyes of a pervert, heavy with lust but mind full of shame. You smile at his confession, you then slowly undressed your top. Your naked form has a few bite marks. Your collarbones, the space between your breasts, and a small mark near your belly. “Fuck—oh god.” The way his pupils dilate, his gaze assessing your body, the way his eyes focus on each mark on your body like a hunter about to devour its prey.

He was about to lunge forward, his mouth opened, tongue ready. But, you then gently stopped his head by the palm of your hand. “No.” you ordered, with your gaze locked onto his. “W-what? What the fuck do you mean?” he spoke confused, churning your words like they weren’t real. His fingers stop momentarily from playing with the now slobbery cunt. “Slowly. I want you to start from the top, can you do that for me?” indicating your rules, your finger pointed to the mark on your collarbone. Pointing the start of the golden trail. He nods, and slowly you let go of your palm. He gently places his wet lips on your collarbone, the small red mark now engulfed in his mouth. Hearing your soft moan, he starts to utilize his fingers once again on your cunt.

You hope Gyro doesn’t wake up, but when he does in the morning you ask for a repellent.

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Note: I wrote this simply because I miss SBR and also I’m holding hostage the anime Netflix headquarters…go Johnny go go

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On GOD the universe needs more gk x reader (and specifically Tsurumi). Literally bless you

Thank u!!!! and I totally agree!! I’m going to do more in the future with GK characters, and would open requests a little later so keep your hopes up ;)

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𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡 | 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (slight nsfw)

A oneshot of Tsurumi’s filth, in spirit and practice. Original post: Tsurumi

TW! Mature content.

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Tokushirou is filthy. With his men, his words echo deeper than the emperor's will. If the empire has its imperialist propaganda, his strength is being the false prophet. Through his grimy hands, he's woven strings into their hearts. Filth staining their conscience.

Anything to achieve his selfish ends. His brain leaks fluid like nectar, his spoil of the war. A trophy of his survival, or punishment from the gods to represent his true nature? His handkerchief, white, pristine, cleans his fluid regularly. A lieutenant must keep clean. He uses the same cloth to wipe your fluid. Your cum stains the same cloth poisoned by his brain.

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𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 | 𝐓𝐅𝟐 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭 (nsfw)

Breaking news: Bostonian local makes a creampie…literally!

TW! P0rnogr@phic content.

Jackass in a hat, that’s what Scout is. The team sent him on an errand into town, he got some donuts. He’s been meaning to show what a real Boston creampie is like, just don’t tell his ma what he did. Well, the team’s just gonna have to eat salty donuts. Jackass…

Link to post: Scout’s Bostonian special

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𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲 | 𝐑𝐄𝟗 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (nsfw)

A headcanon of how hungry Leon can get eating you out.

TW! P0rngr@phic content.

Leon coming back after a hectic mission, he's tired and starving for his girl's cunt. His silver stubble scratches your labia while he devours your clit. The beard burn later is worth it.

Ever wondered what Leon looks like eating you out? How his grey stubble itches around your cunt? You’re in luck because the guy looks just like Mr. Kennedy..

Link of Post: Leon Kennedy

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𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 | 𝐓𝐅𝟐 𝐒𝐩𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (slight nsfw)

A oneshot about the scent that lingers around Spy. Original post: Spy

TW! Harsh language.

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Cigarettes is his natural scent, the French ones. Pretentious, unlike his teammates with their lucky strikes. On his gloves, his suit, you get a whiff of it from time to time.

It works like pheromones to you, makes your blood flow faster. His tongue tastes like Gauloises, afterwards it would linger on your slit. Whenever he's done eating you out, it's like your cunt is the one smoking the fag.

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Disclaimer!

Helloooo I’m using this account as a secondary platform to post some of my stuff, my main content is on my twitter (t2forts). Most of my content is mature so please beware! For now I’m doing some fandoms. And yes I am real and not AI omg…

Ps. Future me here! My twitter is unavailable for now! But links for the posts have been updated!! sorry about that! My tumblr is my main site for now xx