mdni

nonbinaryibuki is my main

[egglain]

we need more sensuality in smut. so many non-penetrative forms of intimacy are divine. plus, i think sukuna likes to play with his food before going in for the kill.

i wanna see sukuna refusing to put it in. i wanna see him branding his consort with precum, rubbing and slapping their clit with his tip until they finish. i wanna see him licking every inch of skin, tracing the patterns of his curses onto his lover— laying claim. i wanna see him get off with their thighs, with their labia, rutting against them so they can feel his pleasure melt into their own. i wanna see intimacy; mindless touches ebbing into desperation, just to roll back into tender habit. i want to see the domesticity; how it’s natural, how it requires communication, creativity, and trust. i wanna see dry humping. i wanna see body worship. i wanna see it all.

maybe i’ll write something up. someday.

[nymphaemisery]

https://www.tumblr.com/nymphaemisery/818976889419038720/panties-stealer-yuji-this-panties-stealer-yuta?source=share

Waittt, Yuuta making you wear his boxers after catching you sniffing them, fingering you through the little slit where his cock is supposed to go through.

-🙈

HELLO ARE YOU A GENIUS?????? ok now I lowk wanna write this...

We need more perverted goonette readers and my contribution to that will mostly likely start off with this if I happen to finish writing it 😈

[sweethearticism]

when you actually piss 𝓢 𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 off enough for him to brat tame you, he's alllll about thigh fucking.

and no, not easing his dick between the plush or making you bounce on his lap while he slips between.

no. thigh. fucking.

he'll make sure you're standing in front of him. facing him. grip your ass until the fat squishes between his finger gaps. so that his hard cock is suffocated right against your cunt. so that you feel every pulsing vein and gyrate of his ridges so right on your clit. rubbing and harassing but never giving you what you want.

as he leers over you. no grin, no smirk, just the scar wretched over his glaring eye and a frown on his pale lips.

as smacks! his hips into yours. clamouring, merciless claps echoing in wet shlaps of skin-on-skin.

he yanks you forward on every thrust. thumping your chest into his. jostling your clit and cunt on the length of his cock while all you can do is limp on him. slick spilling all over your quivering thighs and your fingers clinging to whatever part of him you can.

treating you like a little ragdoll for his cock rather than his babydoll. with the most filthy grunts on your ear.

“this what you wanted? yeah? wanna be my lil' slut doll instead?” as he's shoving your thighs together. toppling you onto him so you're standing on his shoes and drooling on his shirt.

as he pounds between your thighs. prince albert slipping on your slick and kissing your clit.

“listen to that fucking pussy. so wet. she cryin' for me baby? awww, you crying?”

it's the only time he'd grin, catching your lobe between his teeth as he giving one last, brutal thrusts— then yanking back to smooch his tip flat on your clit. fisting his cock with one hand and gripping your thighs closed with the other. so that the little bud is smothered in his creamy cum.

mocking, taunting what you could have stuffing you full. but instead, you're left with messy thighs and shaky knees.

“look at that,” he crooned, low and chuckled as he nipped on your jaw. rubbed his still-spilling tip on your slit. smearing his cum all over.

“pussy's sooooo upset at me ain't she? crying like a baby.”

laughing at you. he's laughing at you. breathless, and ragged, as he gripped your face and squished it in his big hand.

satoshi really could be so mean when you push his buttons enough.

[bunnis-yanderes]

Computah, gimme yandere being absolutely delighted with his horny captive!darling that’s ovulating and allowing him to make her cum out of pure desperation.

You haven’t felt human touch in months since he’s taken you captive and he’s been pretty patient, so when you’re suddenly opening those pretty legs of yours and showing off your slick cunt and we’re fingers, he’s diving in immediately. You’re needy enough to allow it…

He’s eager to show you how much pleasure he can give you if you just give in and let him love you. His pretty darling, babbling out pleas for more when just yesterday you were coldly telling him to go away… it’s music to his ears.

He’ll never let you live this down.

[cupidstrace]

Pervy Best Friend!Satoru x Reader

A/N: happy birthday to us TEEHEE 🤭 also if this looks familiar its bc i recycled lines from something i shared and then never continued writing so just ignore that iykyk....

Thinking about Best Friend!Satoru x Reader..

Best Friend!Satoru who you’ve known since diapers. Whose baby photos are so intertwined with yours that your parents have to squint to remember which toddler was the menace that bit the neighbor’s kid (he insists it was you – it was most certainly not).

Best Friend!Satoru who grows into himself obnoxiously fast. Limbs too long and voice too loud and smile too sharp, looking at you like nothing has changed. Like you’re still the girl two inches taller who used to steal his snacks at recess and boss him around with a gap for two front teeth.

Best Friend!Satoru who grimaces when Suguru asks if you’re dating. Makes a whole show of gagging, dramatically collapsing onto the nearest surface like the idea alone has physically wounded him. “Me? With that hag? If I was attracted to her, I’d cut off my left ball–”

Your brow twitches, and you stomp on his foot. Hard. “Fuck you. Suguru, if I was attracted to him, I’d go bald.”

“Fine, fuck! Both balls then.”

Best Friend!Satoru who just doesn’t see the appeal. When guys go to him asking for advice – what you like, how to impress you – he shrugs them off with a languid flick of the wrist. “Dunno, man. Ask her. She bites.”

(he chooses to ignore the way something curdles in his stomach every time some hopeful idiot says he wants to “shoot his shot.”)

Best Friend!Satoru who claims he’s just being logical. Practical. Helpful, surely. But he always fucks it up somehow.

“No, don’t take her out there. She’s scared of truffles.”

“Sorry?”

“Yeah. Reminds her too much of her feet, I guess.”

“Oh.”

Best Friend!Satoru who acts horribly offended when you confront him the next day. You’re sitting cross-legged on his bed as he games with Suguru on call, your arms folded across your body and voice shrill. “What the fuck happened yesterday, Satoru?”

“Why’re you asking me? I don’t keep track of your love life.”

“You ruined my date.”

“You lie.”

“You told him I had foot fungus.”

Satoru pauses the game. Turns. Glances down at your socks, then back up at you with a scrunch of his nose.

“He looked like the kind of guy who sucked toes, so I had to warn him.”

“I don’t have foot fungus, Satoru.”

“You could. Someday.”

Best Friend!Satoru who tells himself he’s the same old him. You’re the same old you. Except he keeps catching himself staring at your mouth when you talk and your throat when you swallow and your pretty eyes and your pretty smile and your pretty tits (fuck, when did you get those?).

Like, objectively, they’ve always been there.

But now they’re just.. there.

Sitting on your chest like a fucking invitation.

Best Friend!Satoru who finds himself wondering how soft they’d feel, how your nipples would look hard and wet from his tongue. How your neck would look with his marks painting your skin.

Then he blinks, realizes he’s half-hard in his sweats, and immediately starts complaining about being hungry again to distract everyone (mostly himself, and god, he’s hungry for so much more).

Best Friend!Satoru who – when you crash at his place after movie night and fall asleep on his couch with one leg thrown over the backrest and your shirt riding up so high he can see the little dimple where ass meets thigh – has to take the longest, coldest shower of his life.

Best Friend!Satoru who jerks off so hard he sees stars, biting down on his bottom lip so you don’t hear the way he whimpers your name like a pervert.

Fuck.

You.

He cums embarrassingly fast when he remembers you’re in the next room over. Spilling hot into his hand, groaning at the sheer amount. He then emerges half an hour later like nothing happened and tosses a blanket over you while muttering “slutty sleeping positions, jeez” under his breath.

Best Friend!Satoru who keeps telling Suguru “no, dude, she’s not my type”. To which Suguru raises a brow – because he sees the way Satoru smiles when you laugh.

He hums. Watches Satoru stare at you for a full ninety seconds longer – then raises his brow higher.

"Your balls are on the line, Satoru."

"Fuck."

Best Friend!Satoru who knows that you know that he likes your tits. Nothing really ever gets past either of you when it comes to each other. You call him a boob-obsessed pervert. He doesn’t argue, for once – because there’s nothing false about that statement.

Best Friend!Satoru who ends up drunk at your place one night. His head’s in your lap and you’re playing with his hair and his filter just.. evaporates, because he’s in your bed, and god, you’re pretty, and your tits are staring right at him, and fuck, he likes your tits, and he likes you.

“If I motorboated you right now, would you kick me out or moan?”

“Excuse me?”

He repeats the question, and you stare at him before laughing. So hard you snort, which makes him groan and hide his face between your thighs (out of embarrassment, and not for any other reason. no, no alternative motives at all).

“What would you even do if you saw bare boobs, Satoru?”

He gives you an incredulous look. Like it’s obvious.

“Uh.. duh. Squeeze ‘em. Bounce ‘em. Stick my face between ‘em and go brrr.”

He pauses. Looks at you as if waiting for approval. Then raises a hand and makes a little grabby motion mid-air.

“Honk honk.”

You blink, slow.

And maybe because you’re tipsy, maybe because his cheesy grin makes your stomach flutter, maybe because of some dumb concoction of the two – you tug your shirt up. Letting your tits spill free. “Okay.”

And for once in his life, Gojo Satoru is speechless.

No way.

There’s no way you– you, his dumb, stupid, gorgeous, absolutely-nothing-more-than-friends best friend – are in front of him right now. With your tits out. He’s gotta be delusional. Maybe this is one of those dreams he gets where you lean forward and kiss him and he wakes up with a wet spot in his boxers and the afterglow ringing in his ears.

Your shirt’s bunched just beneath your collarbones, tits sitting pretty like it’s nothing. And you’re perfect, just like you always are, and they’re perfect, just like he thought they’d be, and a flush is spreading across his face, and his dick is twitching so hard it hurts.

“Satoru.”

“Mm..?”

“You’re staring.”

“Whoops.”

You raise a brow. “You begged to motorboat me. So do it, loser.”

He answers with a wrecked noise wrangled from the throat – half-laugh, half-groan. Ridiculously long fingers landing on your bare waist as he surges up.

“Fuck,” he whispers. Mouth dry, hands clammy, eyes blown wide as his gaze snaps from your face to your tits to your face to your tits and then all the way down to your sleep shorts before back up. “You’re serious? You’re letting me–?”

“You’ve got about ten seconds before I change my mind, Satoru.”

And oh, that does it.

Best Friend!Satoru who lunges.

Zero hesitation and zero finesse and pure, greedy desperation. His face buries itself between your breasts with a muffled, ridiculous brrrrrrr that vibrates straight through your skin. Nose dragging along the inner curve of one, lips brushing the other, cheeks hollowing as he shakes his head side to side like he’s trying to drown himself in your cleavage. The vibration makes you squeak, before the sound dissolves into breathless laughter.

“You absolute fucking dork–”

He pulls back just far enough for you to see his face – flushed crimson from the tips of his ears to the hollow of his throat, tongue darting out to lick his lips. Lashes fluttering as he stares up at you in open awe.

“They’re perfect,” he whispers, voice cracking, “so fucking soft, holy shit– fuuuck, I might die. Am I dead? Oh, if I am, I’m so, so happy about it.”

Then he dives back in.

His lips are soft and his mouth is hot and he’s relentless – tongue laving open-mouthed kisses over every inch of skin, swirling slow, filthy circles around one nipple until it stiffens into a tight, aching peak. When he closes his lips and sucks – hard – your back arches off the bed. Fingers twisting viciously in his hair.

He groans at the pull, hips jerking forward. Grinding against the sheets.

“Look at these,” he murmurs, hoarse. Hands sliding up to cup your breasts, long fingers splaying wide as his thumbs brush over your split-slick nipples. “Been thinking ‘bout them for years, y’know? Every time you wore those stupid tops and leaned over to steal my fries and hugged me and they pressed against my body– shiiiiit, had to count backwards from a hundred. Didn’t wanna pop a boner in public like a perv.”

And oh, you see it. His hard-on, all warm and thick and pulsing with every heartbeat.

He’s so hard it has to hurt.

“Perv.”

He freezes. A full-body shudder rips through him.

“Don’t,” Satoru whispers. “Don’t– hah– or I’ll cum in my pants right now. I’m not joking.”

You giggle. Fingers running through his hair, cradling his head to your chest.

“Peeeeervert.”

“You’re evil,” he whispers, nuzzling closer. “You’ve always been evil. I hate you so much.”

“You’re literally suffocating yourself between my tits right now.”

“I take it all back. I love you. Never change. Marry me. Have my babies. Name them all after me–”

Best Friend!Satoru who thinks that taking off clothes is suuuuch an inconvenience. He does it because he has to, but really – you’re best friends. You shouldn’t need to wear clothes around each other. If you’re naked in his room all the damn time, then hey, that’s just what best friends are for. And honestly, while he’s at it, what’s a little cock, too? What are best friends for if not fucking?

Best Friend!Satoru who’s on his knees between your thighs before you can even catch your breath, long fingers spreading you wide, eyes glittering in the low light.

“Fuck, look at you,” he breathes. Voice wrecked, thumb sliding through your slick folds just to watch you twitch. “Soaked, huh? Hiii, pretty girl. I know. ‘Toru’s here, baby.”

You barely manage a snarky shut up before he spits – deliberate, filthy – right on your clit. Watches it drip slow and nasty down to your entrance, then drags two long fingers through the mess, mixing it all together before pushing inside without warning.

The stretch makes you gasp – and then he curls his fingers just right, and you swear you see stars.

Best Friend!Satoru who lets out a murmured “attagirl” while he pumps his fingers into your pussy. You’re unsure as to whether he’s speaking to you or your cunt – scissoring you open as his tongue flicks out to swirl ‘round your clit.

“Open up f’me. Been dreaming ‘bout this pussy, y’know? Used to jerk off in the shower imagining your taste and then– fuuuck, yeah, post-nut clarity would hit so fucking hard. Felt like shit. This feels like heaven.”

Best Friend!Satoru who seals his mouth over your clit and sucks. The way he sucked on your nipples earlier, only harder, and filthier. Tongue flicking fast and then slow and then spelling his own name out against your cunt because of course he does.

“Satoru– fuck! Slow down–”

Best Friend!Satoru who does not slow down. Instead, he pulls off just long enough to grin up at you, lips shiny, chin dripping – “No.”

Then he’s hauling you up by the thighs, lying back against the sheets and dragging you over his face.

“Sit,” he grins. “Sit. Want your thighs around my head when I make you cum.”

Best Friend!Satoru who frowns when you hover just above. Who yanks you down until you’re smothering him, nose buried against your clit, tongue swirling inside you alongside two of his fingers, knuckle-deep. He’s moaning like he’s the one getting eaten, hips grinding uselessly against the air, a pretty bead of pre-cum dribbling down his cock.

And every time you try to lift up to give him air, he pulls you back down harder.

“No, no, use me, baby. Use me. Ride my face. Want you to drown me.”

Your thighs shake.

You’re close, so close, grinding down shamelessly now, chasing it – and he knows. He always knows. Just like he knows the sky is blue and the grass is green and he loves his best friend’s pussy so, so much.

Best Friend!Satoru who sucks your clit into his mouth one last time. Crooks his fingers just right. And then you’re crashing into your high, cumming with his name all sweet on your tongue, gushing while he drinks you down like he needs your arousal to stay alive.

Best Friend!Satoru who doesn’t stop until you’re trembling, oversensitive, trying to squirm away – and only then does he let you collapse beside him. He’s panting, face flushed a cherry pink, lips swollen and glossy with you. Sprawled on his back with an arm flung over his eyes, both of your chests heaving in sync.

You nudge his ribs. “You good, weirdo?”

He doesn’t move his arm. Just lets out the most pathetic little whine you’ve ever heard in your life, then curls into a ball.

“..I came.”

.

You prop yourself up on one elbow, peering down at him. “Wait. Like.. just now? Untouched?”

He peeks from under his forearm, mortified. “Don’t laugh. I’ll actually cry.”

You bite your lip so hard it hurts. Shoulders shaking. And he groans, rolling facedown into the pillows.

“I hate you– shit, sorry, not you.. I hate my dick. Why’s it so loyal to you?–”

You poke the small of his back. “Satoru.”

“–betraying me all the time–”

“Satoru.”

He turns his head just enough to halfheartedly glare at you, cheeks flushed. “Yes?”

“Wanna fuck me?”

His whole body jolts up – dick included. The arm flies off his face so fast it’s comical.

“Hell yeah.”

Best Friend!Satoru who lines himself up with trembling hands. Rubbing the fat head of his cock between your slick folds once, twice, swiping up and coating himself in the mess he’s made of you. And he’s big – bigger than you expected – filling you up with a burningly good stretch. He bottoms out with a groan – long and low and wrecked. Forehead dropping to yours.

“Fuck. Fuuuuuck. Holy shit, you’re tight, baby.”

“Shush.”

He blinks. Pulls back. His eyes dart over your face – embarrassed, like the clarity of the situation is finally hitting him full blast. And he pauses, quiet.

“Sorry.”

“S’okay, ‘Toru. Just give me a sec.”

“Okay. Okay, yeah– are you okay?”

You nod, slow. Silence fills the room.

And then his dick twitches, and the both of you burst out into laughter.

It’s awkward. In that best-friends-really-shouldn’t-be-having-sex way.

But that’s what makes it fun, no?

And god, Satoru thinks he loves you.

He likes when you smile. He likes when you say his name. You’re really fucking pretty all the fucking time and even more so when you’re giggling – something in the frequency of your laugh making his brain short circuit to a pleasant buzz. And when you give him the green light, the buzz spreads all the way down into his chest, into some funny fuzzy feeling that makes his stomach do flips.

Best Friend!Satoru who fucks you like he’s trying to crawl inside your skin and live there forever. Slow, reverent, hips rolling deep and deliberate like he’s trying to mold your walls into the shape of his cock with every inch. His forehead stays pressed to yours, breath hitching every time he bottoms out, those ridiculously blue eyes all wide and adoring and completely fucking gone.

“Shit.. shit, you feel–” he cuts himself off with a shuddering groan, pulling out slow just to watch the way your pussy clenches around nothing, desperate to drag him back in. “You’re sucking me in, baby. Greedy little thing.”

Best Friend!Satoru who can’t decide where to put his hands. They’re everywhere, frantic, like he’s scared you’ll vanish if he stops touching. Gentle against your tits, sliding down to frame your hips, then up again to cradle your face while he kisses you all sloppy and open-mouthed, tongue swirling with yours like he’s starving.

And then his eyes flutter open, and he murmurs soft against your mouth – “the clitoris.”

“What?”

He smiles bright, hand drifting down to thumb at your puffy clit. Grinning wider when your head falls back against the pillow and your toes curl and you squeal his name.

“The clitoris.”

Best Friend!Satoru who loses the plot completely when you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer. The rhythm stutters, turning all messy and desperate, and he pants into your neck, hips snapping hard enough that the headboard smacks the wall with a steady thump-thump. But his hand cradles your head gentle, the other supporting your waist. So, so careful.

“Wait– fu– fuuuckk, m’not gonna last if you keep–”

He chokes on the words when you clench deliberately around him, walls milking his cock.

“Shit, cumming, baby–”

Best Friend!Satoru who tries to pull out. Because he’s a gentleman (allegedly). But you lock your ankles behind his back and your arms wrap around his shoulders as you hold him tight to your body, murmuring a quiet “inside. on the pill” – and he’s gone. Eyes rolling back so hard you’re worried for a second, before he slams back inside with a guttural sound. Hips grinding deep as he spills all hot inside you.

He cums forever. Like, literally. Forever. You didn’t know a guy could cum this much. Pulse after pulse, hips jerking helplessly, face buried in the crook of your neck as he whimpers, muffled against your skin. “Fuck, fuck, take it– take it, baby, shiiiit–”

Best Friend!Satoru who stays buried inside you the whole time. Cock still half-hard and twitching every few seconds like it’s raring to go. Trembling, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, peppering gentle kisses along your collarbone as the silence spills soft between the two of you.

And then he pulls out, slow. Watches his cum drip out of you with a loving sigh. Proceeds to coop it all up with two fingers and push it back in, smiling when your walls flutter weakly around his knuckles.

“Mine,” he whispers. Rolling your clit beneath the pad of his thumb almost absentmindedly. “All mine.”

Then he flops on top of you like an overgrown cat, face smushing between your tits, arms wrapped tight around your waist.

Best Friend!Satoru who, five minutes later, is hard again. Nudging your thigh with his dick like a golden retriever ready to play.

“Round two?”

You flick his forehead. “You just came inside me like a broken hose, Satoru. Give me five minutes.”

He pouts. Then brightens.

“Cool, I’ll use the five minutes to motorboat you again.”

“Satoru–”

“Brrrrrrbrrbprbrpbrrrrrr.”

Best Friend!Satoru who swears he’s not perving. Surely not.

Best Friend!Satoru who absolutely is.

But he’s doing it respectfully!

Quietly.

Desperately.

In the stupid way stupid guys do when they fall in love with their stupid childhood best friend.

(Satoru is NOT cutting off his balls for this.)

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[satorupi]

roommate!satoru x reader - 18+ mdni ٠࣪⭑

satoru knows you hear him when he cums. you know he does.

you’d been as good about it as you could be. it’s not as though he did it day in day out, just occasionally during the week.

you’d have your headphones in, volume low to pretend that you’re immersed in one of your shows. acting like you don’t already have the sound of his moans memorized like a symphony, like you can’t hear him getting himself off. trying your very hardest to just ignore him as best as you can.

usually, at least.

sometimes it gets to be too much. your soft bottom lip ends up held taut between your teeth, weak enough to let a hand slide down the front of your shorts to ease to growing ache building in your abdomen.

pretending that it isn’t your roommate’s moans alone working you up. hoping you’d time his orgasm just right so you’d finish with him.

hell, maybe you’re just as bad as satoru is, just not as loud.

he’s always ridiculously shameless about it too—deep groans, breathless curses, the wet drag of his fist as he strokes his cock. little praises like there’s someone else’s there.

“you’re so wet,” you’d once heard him murmur, voice edging off into a toe curling moan, “feels so good, baby…”

it’s like he wants you to hear him.

which you do. every. single. fucking time without fail.

once is mistake, twice is a coincidence? but 3 times? and the various instance after those?

pattern, sheer pattern. he has to know. if the knowing glint in his pale eyes when morning came meant anything, his chirpy little ‘sleep well, roomie?’ that has the tips of your ears heating because no, obviously fucking not! grade a asshole, that’s what he is. it’s already a struggle to fight the building attraction–he’s annoying as hell but a sweetheart of a friend. lends you his stuff when yours break, makes you breakfast here and there, always helping you...among other things.

but now you know exactly how he sounds when he finishes, how whiny he gets, and it just makes that fickle restraint falter even more.

aside from the whole ‘noisy jerker’ thing…he isn’t bad at all. you’d gotten lucky in the roommate lottery, you suppose. at least he handles his shit with the door closed (the singular saving grace).

tonight’s different though. you’d stepped out for a quarter of an hour at best to run to the convenience store—he’d been to one to offer up his card to restock the snacks you like in the communal cupboard, letting you go with a simple ‘get the good stuff, yeah?’

he’d been given a clear time frame so there’s 0 good reason why his door is cracked when you get back in, fucking up into his fist with gentle strokes and no urgency at all.

"fuck…just like that.”

you halt midstep, frozen—card in your hold and heart beating all the way up into your throat.

the sight is much more than you’d expected. he’s so fucking pretty.

sweats pushed low and bunched on his thighs, chest bared for the world to see. lashes settled against the paleness of his cheek, snowy strands mussed with a few sticking to his forehead. and then your eyes drop lower. to trimmed hairs that do match the drapes that lead to a lovely, pink, lengthy—

maybe…maybe you’d just wait till he finished. resign to your room for a little, keeping the card with you. he wouldn’t mind. you shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t even be looking.

he’s jerking off and you’re just stood there. gosh, you feel like a bigger perv than he is. getting off to the sound of him is bad enough, now this?

“are you just gonna stand there?” it’s a little lazy sounding, a syrupy drag tinged with amusement. like this is normal, everyday conversation that you two have. the card slackens in your hold and your breathing ceases momentarily, mouth parting to get out an excuse, a ramble of apologies perhaps.

“you’re—oh fuck,” and he doesn’t even stop, eyes closed, head tipped to the ceiling now. as he squeezes at the head of his cock to ebb his pleasure. pearly cream smears near the pretty bulb with a light stroke, thumb stroking over a vein at the side. “fine. you’re fine! come in, ’m not busy.”

you do, you’re not sure why you do. maybe it’s your body working quicker than your mind is, one saying yes, other saying no type thing. betrayal of every good instinct you have. limbs moving before you can process his request properly. he grins like he’d known you’d do just that, floorboards giving you away.

you try not to look, you really do but it’s right there. rigid girth held in a light grip, flushed head all soft and rosy. veins pulsing proudly under flushed, shiny flesh. a cock you’ve tried (you really have) to not imagine too often. glistening with what looks like either lube or saliva (maybe both). heavy looking in his hand, the kind of pretty that causes a near physical ache in your chest and somewhere lower, dampness between your thighs only building. “you’re gonna cum to it anyway,” he murmurs, “might as well get you in here to let you see the real thing.” your eyes follow another pearlescent dribble from his head, eyes growing glossy, willing the dampness pooling between your thighs away. you’re stood there like a deer in headlights, his words registering late and you’re all hot in the face as you glance up at him, stumbling over words about needing to give him his card. “huh? I don’t even…satoru, I promise you it’s not like that at all.”

“it’s not?” and then he laughs, all deep and rich, not at all helping with your situation currently.

“you just happen to touch yourself exactly when i’m getting myself off? the walls are thin, pretty. I don’t think the pillows muffle the vibrations too well.” you wonder if there’s a quick way to dig a hole to just jump into. maybe if you fake a fainting spell, he’d drop it and you could escape? shitty fucking amazon vibrator – those reviews were all lies.

you make a strangled noise in your throat, half startled, half mortified. trying to get a word out but your lips won’t cooperate.

satoru’s eyes open, all slow and heavy like he’s already drunk on the pleasure. fuck, he loves this. loves the look on your face – all stunned, no words to say to explain yourself. “you’re not coming?” and god, he says it so breathily, you can’t help the instinctual clench of your thighs, nor the bob of your throat with a harsh swallow.

“a little watching got you all wet?” he’d noticed. of course he had. “why don’t we help each other out, hm? take your panties off? let me see how wet I got you.”

that gives you a pause, panties in question uncomfortably damp. hot in the face with..embarrassment? arousal? most definitely arousal. maybe that more than the former. your hands are shaky as they graze the soft edges of your shorts, hooking under the cottony band of your panties.

you don’t know why you’re just listening to him. walking out and pretending this didn’t happen would be just as easy as walking in had been. but you don’t – you’ve been wanting to at least touch him for ages, lying to yourself wouldn’t do either of you any favors.

the plain pale gray, turned smoky and the center falls to the floor in a heap with your shorts, pressing the card onto the closest surface with a gentle movement. his gaze drops and he groans at the clear glisten between your thighs, thumb swiping over his tip, hips twitching slightly as he slows his strokes.

“perfect. now c’mere,” he says again, softer this time. voice something warm and inviting.

you take a step, then a few more till you’re at the edge of the bed. his legs spread a little wider, chin angling down in a simple gesture. his strokes somehow get slower, lazier. teasing now, dragging out every wet sound, every twist of his wrist that has dribbles of his pre spilling over his knuckles. you sink down to your knees so you’re settled between his thighs, fingertips biting into the hardwood.

“there you are.” he croons, bringing his free hand back from gripping the sheets to brush stray hairs out your face, tipping your chin up.

“say ahh, roomie.”

๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑ a/n: ty for reading ⭑.ᐟ minor revamp of an archived piece lol

๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑ temp mlist: #sena's script ⏾ for all works ⭑.ᐟ

[egglain]

toji loves head.

problem is, "head" means something a lil different to the man.

most men are happy to get anything. half-hearted tongue, a wad of spit-- hell, even hot air on their frenulum. they'll nut and cherish it, get off to the mere thought of a warm mouth around their pathetic dicks.

not toji zen'in.

he's not ungrateful. he'd never say no to a blow, even a quick one.

but he's got refined tastes.

he's used to the good stuff, spoiled for years by a wife who could spell his name backwards with her tongue.

nosing at his taint, tugging on his dick, and mouthing at his nuts are necessary.

"throat it. c'mon. throat that fuckin’ dick." a big hand pressed your head down, nose bumping pubes. "don't gag. pussy."

throats weren't made to stretch this way-- if his girth wasn’t enough, his length had your throat spasming, fighting to reject the intrusion.

"swallow."

you tried, blinking back the tears stinging behind your eyelids.

the suction of your throat coaxed a groan from him, couch creaking as his head fell back against the cushions.

“that’s the stuff.”

toji locked his big legs around your head, his fat thighs possibly the most expensive noise-cancelling headphones you’ve ever worn.

he’d clench until your ears rang and blood rushed to your head. then, slowly, he’d release.

it was dizzying.

like this, you couldn’t be focused on anything but him.

not like you could have been anyways.

he’d pull out just to shove your face into his nutsack, shiny and slick with spit.

“gentle now. nice n’ slow for me. open wide.”

he’d sit with his balls in your mouth ‘til the weight of each scrote was burnt on your tongue, until the ache in your jaw was seared into your mind.

a calloused hand stroked his length slow, base to mid-shaft. deep breaths kept him steady, enjoying the sight of you stone-still at his feet.

then, he shifted.

slow jerks of his hips, signalling for you to move.

you traced them with your tongue, wrapping and caressing in languid strokes.

his cock twitched in his grasp. veins strained against knuckles as fat fingers squeezed his base.

“suck on ‘em.”

while you slipped a nut in your mouth, his hand sped up. the firmness of his grip had his nutsack bouncing in tandem, fapping against your face.

you felt, more than heard, the groan that tore through him.

“fuck. ‘m gonna bust.”

he was no two-pump chump but christ. you’d be the death of him.

pulling his thighs open, you slipped down lower, nosing at his taint.

heavy balls slapped against your forehead as he jerked his cock harder, hissing out at the sensation.

“shit. holy fucking hell.”

two fingers prodded gently at his perineum as you looked up, sticking your tongue out to tease his nuts.

blown pupils met yours.

and he was done for.

“fuck—“

thick cum dribbled down his shaft, weaving between his big fingers in fat teardrops.

his warm seed hit your forehead, dripping down the slope of your brow, some caught by your cheeks.

spit and semen mixed on your tongue, salty and bitter, collecting under your tongue. strings of spit leaked slowly, falling to your thighs below.

green eyes watched it through, fixated on how he was painting you in his colours, in his scent.

toji loved head.

but this was something else altogether.

something he couldn’t let go of anytime soon.

[indigovalium]

(TW/ Psychedelic Drug use, Non-con)

Yandere! College student Yuji is actually determined to be the first one to feel you.

You’ve both become actual friends and… you trust him. It turns his blood to licking flames of heat when you trust him enough to be your trip sitter when you try shrooms.

His calming golden retriever energy would be perfect for a trip sitter, is what you thought.

But what you got is Yuji, massaging your naked body after stripping you bare. You had said that you were feeling tense. He had encouraged you to take more of the shrooms than you wanted to. The high was overwhelming. His piercing, lingering stares weren’t helping. whispering that he would make you feel better. That he was your soulmate.

You could’ve told him to stop, but he was too fast. Now your body was melting under his firm touch.

“You’ve got knots right here…” his knuckles dug into the muscles right above your ass cheeks, thumbs then dug into your lower back dimples, grumbling something about, “… so soft.” Then he was straddling you.

Cock clothed in sweats pressing against your ass.

“Hng…” he whined pathetically.

“I’m sorry Y/N. Fuck you’re so perfect.”

He continued to rut against you, slotting his long dick between your cheeks.

Before you could process what was happening, mind in a cloud of fog, he was entering you.

Your mouth gapes open with pleasure.

“O-oh my God!” Yuji splutters. Filling you immediately. Head barely entering you. Hot cum squirts out of your pussy around him. He continues to push deeper. Fucking his nut into you.

“Oh my fucking- Agh!” He braces himself on his hands and starts thrusting into you. Throwing his weight into it.

“Take it!”

Yuji’s secretly filming the whole thing. He sends it to his brother Sukuna, who asked how her pussy felt.

“Like heaven.”

“I bet fucking her little butthole will feel like it too, and I’m gonna fuck her like I’m tryna drag her to hell with me.”

[thecorefrisk]

Tw: yandere behavior, captivity, creep behavior, moral ambiguity, ‘is he your dad or your daddy?’, general ‘this is fucked up’ behavior, NSFW, OOC behaviour for literally every character listed in the tags ever, feminine reader, I would hunt him for sport if he existed irl, the reader does NOT like this, unwilling reader, I did not realize it but my god you shiver a lot, etc.

(Yandere saw that we had no dad and decided to take it upon himself to ‘fulfill that role’.

He does not. But he is trying to ‘fill’ something.)

Yandere prompt:

They say their feelings are platonic. Insist upon it really. They say they only want to be your family.

But their actions really don’t match their words.

…

He’s helping you get undressed. Again.

You’d think you would be used to it by now.

He’s been doing it a lot more often.

It started out as him just standing in the bathroom with you, watching you as you undressed with trembling hands in front of him, watching as the dress he picked out fell to your feet around you.

When he first kidnapped you—which is a crazy sentence you never thought you’d say—he said he wanted to be family. A father to you. A dad.

Now, you don’t have much experience with dads seeing as you didn’t exactly grow up having one, but they don’t stare at you the way he stares at you. (They’re not supposed to, at least.)

He stares holes into you. His fists clench in his lap as he watches you step out of your jeans. He crosses his legs when your underwear fall to the ground and stares even harder if possible.

And afterwards he still reminds you to call him ‘dad’.

But at least then it was just watching. Just him sitting there and making sure you didn’t somehow tunnel your way out with a shampoo bottle.

Now, he was touching you.

His breathing is loud and heavy in the otherwise silent bathroom, his fingers scorching whenever they grazed your skin. He pulls the zipper of your dress down agonizingly slow. Like he’s trying to savor the moment, each inch of flesh that’s revealed to him.

You’re half afraid he’s going to start jerking off in the bathroom at the sight of your shoulder blades to be honest.

The first few times this happened, your hands went to your chest to hold the front up. But it didn’t really matter anyway. He’d see it all no matter if you held your dress up or not.

(You don’t know exactly when ‘the dress’ started to become your dress. But you know how dreadful the change was.)

“You done?” You snap suddenly, knocking him out of his reverie.

He hums in reply. Calm in the face of your disrespect.

(Something in you wants to claw his face off and spend the days afterward picking him out from under your nails.)

“Almost,” he says. “The zippers stuck.”

You almost scoff. Yeah, right. The old pervert.

After a few minutes of ‘struggle’ (him taking his sweet time with that zipper), it was finally undone. You tensed as his hands came up to your shoulders, large and calloused hands curling into your sleeves to tug them down.

He treats you more like his wife than his kid.

He insists on being slow. On torturing you. But the fabric slides down your arms all the same.

Your arms prickle with goosebumps with the sudden exposure to the cold air of the bathroom. The shiver that ensues is half from the cold and half because of the pure heat that he produces in waves. Manufactured almost—the fire of his skin produced rather than made with all the muscle on him.

You barely restrain yourself from smacking his hands away when the come down to skirt part of the dress.

This part he can’t exactly ‘make slow’. The skirt is loose—flow-y. When he tugs it down, just slightly, it crumbles to the ground easily. Just a circle of floral fabric around you.

This time, when he tries to take off your underwear, you do smack his hands away. “I’ll do it,” you hiss.

He lets you. Fortunately. If only so he can watch.

You practically yank your underwear down your legs, bending slightly to step out of it.

A sharp intake of breath.

If you were going to be forced to get naked in front of him, you were at least going to be petty about it.

Revulsion twists and churns in your stomach, burning in your veins, as you feel his eyes dig into you, attempting to unearth something from deep within you that you are certain is nowhere to be found.

He clears his throat but his next words still come out heavy with strain and almost croak-like. “Let’s get you into the shower, sweetheart.”

You tense and shiver with disgust when a large hand comes down to rest on your bare lower back.

You step into the shower and shiver again as a warm spray washes over you—already heated up and ready since he had turned it on for you just before the unpaid strip tease you gave him.

It’s almost enough to make you forget who’s watching. Who’s pulling the glass door to the side. Who’s practically leaking in his pants just fucking watching you shower.

You try to ignore him to the best of your abilities, but it’s difficult to not lunge at him and claw his eyes out. (You had already tried once and never again.)

You make the mistake of turning your back from him.

Cold fingers brush your spine. You flinch away violently, turning to give him a wide-eyed, repulsed look but he’s not even looking at your face.

He’s looking at the water on his fingers. At how they glisten.

“I should-“ he swallows thickly, gaze lifting. “I should probably help clean you up, right? Like a… like a dad would.”

[thecorefrisk]

Tw: pseudo-incest, batfam stuff, failed cockwarming, general nsfw stuff, female reader, dubious consent, words like ‘brother’ and ‘little sister’ used to describe the reader and Dick, he does moan ‘sissy’ while he’s crying a little bit so be aware, you don’t really get to cum in this HOWEVER the end does allude to you getting some attention, he’s pretty whiney in this but I think it’s understandable, cream pie, OOC behaviour, might be bad honestly, sex pollen

Warning: this is an old thing that I finished like today lol.

Part 2

Thinking about a scenario in which Poison Ivy has just started pumping out a new strain of sex pollen (so the antidote they currently have is useless) which leads to the reader having to cockwarm them for a bit.

This is basically a shameful dream to them. They’re inside you but they’re also… not doing much of anything else.

You’re just sitting there, trying to pretend you’re with someone else because the entire situation is just… weird.

And it is working, it’s calming them down, clearing their mind a little. But also… it doesn’t feel like enough. It’s like smoothing a hand over an itchy spot. And sure, it feels somewhat better but it doesn’t satisfy that urge.

(I’m gonna use Dick for this one because I love to work with shame.)

(Not that the others don’t feel shame. But this is a very specific kind of shame.) (But I will likely write something like this for the others.)

—

Dick’s hands flex where they sit on your hips. He’s watching, silent and breathless as you sink down on his cock, working your way down until every inch has been taken in full, so slowly that it was almost agonizing.

This should be horrifying. It should be (and feel) terrible.

But it’s- it’s not.

His eyes have fallen shut just so he can savor the sensation like it’s something to be savored, something to enjoy. Like you’re not technically his little sibling. The sound that falls from his lips is half agonized and half pleasure.

You’re both panting, his breathing heavier than yours. Your back is pressed to his chest now, just so you won’t have to look at each other in the eyes while all of this… occurs.

You guys really, really shouldn’t be doing this. Probably. Maybe.

He doesn’t- he doesn’t fucking know, okay?

He stuffs his face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in deep heaving breaths to distract himself from the scorching heat of your cunt. Dick doesn’t really know if it’s entirely because of the pollen anymore.

(Fucking Poison Ivy. God, he’s going to-)

He’s trembling against you. His hands curl tighter over your hips but it doesn’t hide the distinct shake of his fingers.

It’s good. Too good.

(It shouldn’t feel like that. It really, really shouldn’t—)

“You okay?” You murmur, voice a little breathy and low in a way that’s not meant for him to hear.

“Y-yeah,” Dick exhales, nodding mindlessly. “I’m- I’m okay.”

You both had agreed that it was only going to be… this. That you guys weren’t going to actually do anything.

And he had been okay with it. Hell- he’d pushed for it.

Now, he’s not so sure.

This sex pollen felt different somehow. Instead of just leaving him panting and aching and having him jerk off so much that it began to hurt, it led him to you.

A person who definitely shouldn’t be doing this with him, who he should not have let do this to him.

He bites down on his lower lip to stifle a whimper. Dick doesn’t think he can do this. He doesn’t think he can stay still.

His grip tightens on you.

He can’t fucking think. His brain is all turned to mush because his little sister is on his cock and that’s just not fair, you’re fine and he’s all sex pollened up-

He does whimper when you involuntary clench around him as you attempt to shift to a more comfortable position and only succeed in grinding him up deep inside you. Fuck. “Don’t- don’t do that..” Dick sounds pathetic but he really can’t help it. You shouldn’t be moving.

“Sorry, sorry-“ you apologize, flushing and fumbling to put your hands somewhere appropriate. “It’s just- do you want me to get off or-“

And then you’re trying to stand, the warmth of you leaving him, abandoning him, and something tortured inside him howls with agony and then he’s yanking you back down-

You both gasp at the sensation and his skin boils with heat. “Oh, fuck-“ Dick chokes out, mind going blank. “Fuck- I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“No, no, it’s okay-“ you cut in, breathless and dazed with his cock having been shoved deep inside you, turning your head slightly to look at him which, shit, you weren’t supposed to do. “It’s okay- is- is that what you want?” Your voice is soft and inquiring, no judgement, and it makes his mouth go dry.

“What?” He croaks out.

“Is-“ you press your lips into a line, unsure. Then, you shift slightly on his lap and ground down onto him, barely stifling a moan while Dick simply can’t. His hands fly up to your waist and he doesn’t really know whether to encourage you or try to peel you off of him. “Is this what you-… what you want?”

“I’m- I’m not-“ he fumbles to talk but his tongue sits heavy in his mouth and oh, shit-

You lift your hips up, up, up then you’re sinking back down. Slowly, gently. Like you’re trying to make this easier on him.

(It doesn’t do anything but send him spinning further into agony.)

You’re so tight around him, taking him in so deep with a greed that he thought was below you, swallowing up every inch with ease in a way that has him itching to turn you around just to watch.

Dick’s eyes nearly roll back into his skull when in response to his borderline whorish reaction you do it all again and again and again and-

“Fuck-“ he half sobs, half moans. “Shit, I’m- feels good, it shouldn’t but fuck-“

You’re panting above him, quieter than he is with your little gasps and choked back moans, but you always have been. “It’s okay, it’s okay-“ you say, reaching for one of the hands he has clasped around your waist. Trying to comfort him. “I’m here, I’ve got you-“

“Sissy-“ he whines, tears pricking his eyes with the way the scorching heat of you wraps around him in a way that sets him alight, with the way that you ride him like you were made for it, with the way that he shouldn’t want it at all but it’s all he ever wants to see. “I’m inside you, you’re fucking me-“

“I know, I know,” you tell him, voice breathless as you grind down hard on him like you’re trying to kill him. “I’m sorry, I’ll make it quick, I’m sorry-“

He’s helpless beneath you, cock hard and trapped inside you but aching to never be free. He wants to- he wants-

“Don’t you-“ he gasps. “Don’t you fucking stop, don’t you dare- fucking don’t-“ And then you’re riding him properly. He’s the thing that steadies you, that keeps you from falling, but the rest is all you. You’re practically bouncing on him, taking every inch of him up into that wonderful cunt of yours.

“That- that better?” You slur out, all dazed and breathless, fumbling with your language as you ride your big brother’s cock with vigour, the sound of flesh meeting flesh lewd and loud in the otherwise silent room.

Dick stuffs his face against your neck, peppering sloppy thankful kisses all over the flesh and whatever parts of you he can reach. “Mhm, mhm-“ he nods fervently, clinging to you desperately. “It’s good- so fucking- so fucking good, yes-“

Then, he’s moving, hips erratically pumping into your own, trying to meet every one of your thrusts and doing so eagerly. Shame still burns hot in his stomach but he’s quickly distracted by the weight of you on his lap and the lovely slick heat of your cunt coating him, drenching him, entirely.

“Oh!” You gasp. A beautiful sound that he shouldn’t get to hear but if he could record it and listen to it on repeat for the rest of his life, he would. “Oh, Dick-“

“I’m gonna-“ he babbles, hands fumbling to come down to your hips and curling into them with a bruising grip. “Oh, I’m gonna cum- I’m gonna cum, please let me- please, let me-“

There was nothing you could really say in reply even if you had the words. His cock fucks up into you, throbbing and aching inside you, he’s yanking you down to meet him, to meet each hard thrust with one of your own, then he sinks his teeth into your neck, muffling a scream as he hilts himself inside you in one harsh movement.

White coats your walls in a thick layer—a sinful, awful thing that shouldn’t have you clenching around him so fiercely but was. He’s fucking himself through his own orgasm, the wet sounds of your cum-soaked cunt getting fucked a sound he would keep in his pocket if he could.

He loves you. He loves you so much.

He’s tense around you for one long moment then he collapses back, panting and with shame flooding back into him.

(Shame that’s not enough to stop him from what he’s going to do next.)

Dick very reluctantly peels you off of him and lays you down beside him.

You’re all sweaty and panting, legs limp and spread just enough for him to see the way his cum leaks out of you. (It has him aching all over again.)

His legs shake under him and his cock throbs weakly in protest, but he moves down to come down in between your thighs, head hovering between your knees.

Dick’s eyes flick up to yours. “You-… you didn’t get to cum, right?”

You wince. “Well, no, but-“

Your words cut off with a gasp when he sweeps down and begins to devour you whole.

[orbitoclast-bear]

Just because I’m a boy doesn’t mean I can’t be mommy.

[indigovalium]

Thank you to everyone who got me to 250 likes!

[horrorrorr-deactivated20170505]

[oliver-mellors]

Feel you clench around me the harder I bite

[cod-indulgences]

Ghost x afab!reader, jumping on that portal pussy bandwagon, anal, pussy eating, chat is it selfcest if you eat yourself out?, dom/sub vibes

Ghost tosses the portal pussy in front of you, as his cock prods at your asshole, smearing the lube and slick he'd pulled out of you with his fingers before shoving the other half of the portal over your cunt.

You blink at it, hazy, and Ghost drags your wrists into the small of your back. "Eat it."

"Huh?"

You jerk forward over the mattress, chin digging into it, and the pussy- your pussy- bumps your lips. You feel it, a soft brush against your folds, and gasp.

"I said, eat it. Until I say done," Ghost answers, and forces his cock into your ass with a brutal snap of his hips. You moan, body sliding again, and one hand holds your wrists as the other grips the back of your head, briefly forcing you down, lips parting across your own pussy, tasting your slick, clit throbbing on your tongue.

Fuck, oh fuck, hard fat cock in your ass and the musky-sweet taste of yourself, not licked off Ghost's fingers or cock but straight from the source, and you moan as your tongue curls over your clit. The matching sensation spurs you on, needing more, sucking at yourself as Ghost sets a fast, hard rhythm, taking your ass for himself while you feast on your pussy.

Each lick and suck hits you twice over, the mindfuck of it all, eating out a soft, wet pussy but feeling it on your own body, learning how to make yourself feel good from a new angle, no fingers to help you, just your own tongue wriggling into your hole, fucking yourself on it, drool and slick smearing across your cheeks. You suck your clit hard and lose the rhythm immediately, eyes rolling at the dual sensations, as Ghost keeps steadily gaping your ass open around his cock.

"Fuck, oh- I can't," you gasp, and lick across your pussy from hole to clit, shuddering. You know what you need to come but you can't do it, too lost in the pleasure of your tongue and lips, and Ghost takes the back of your head again and shoves you down into your pussy again, this time holding you there as you pant and squeal. Your ass burns around his cock, the clenching muscles only making it worse, pussy so sloppy wet it's obscene, feeling the spasms on your tongue as you moan, clenching around your tongue like a toy.

You can feel Ghost, you realize, the relentless pound of his cock rubbing against your tongue through the thin barrier between pussy and ass, and your tongue curls and your pussy gushes, his hand on your head and the powerful motions of his body forcing you to- grind against yourself, tongue rubbing up and down, in and out, you can't stop it and can't move against or for it, just riding the pressure and heat as it builds in your belly.

Your pussy clamps down, spasms building, and you pant and whine as your tongue is dragged over your clit again. Oh fuck, fuck fuckfuck, gonna come- "Baby, fuck, gonna come," you slur, sloppy with your own gushing fluids, and Ghost grunts behind you, picking up speed.

His cock splits your ass open, and you start to come as he pulls all the way out and shoves back inside, making you take it, and your clit grinds across your tongue as you lap over it, a little throbbing pulse, and oh god, the way your tongue is so wet and hot on your pussy, feeling your breath stutter, you can just barely suck at it and wriggle your tongue into your hole and fuck- oh shit-

"Cum, cumming," you moan, and the squeezing clench of your pussy echoes between your thighs and on your tongue, wet smears sticking to your cheeks and chin as Ghost groans, feeling your orgasm in your ass, as you milk at his cock. The musky scent of your come fills your nose, the soft folds swollen on your cheeks, your own sweet, precious little pussy, eaten and sucked, you know what it feels like now, to make yourself come on your tongue, and you moan and shudder when your lips rub over your clit again.

Ghost pants, his hips slapping hard to your ass, and you muffle a shout into your pussy as he puts his weight on you, crushes you into the mattress, hips forced flat. The angle of your pussy in the portal changes, and your clit rolls between your lips, scraping your teeth, and a sharp burst of slick fills your mouth as a hard clench burns through you.

You squeal, breathless, and Ghost sighs pleasure into your ear as he comes, the hot bursts in your ass, his cock slipping back and forth in the mess he's making of your insides. You gasp when he lets up, releasing your wrists and head properly, leaving you to roll your cheek away from the portal, your pussy all soft and slick in your blurry vision.

His hand slides between your legs, and abruptly the portal is moved up, pussy vanishing from sight, instead replaced with a swollen little pucker- your asshole, gaping just a little, with thick creamy come dripping out to the rhythm of your pounding heart.

Ghost drags the portal back to your face, and sets your lips against it, his cock now notching at the tender entrance to your pussy.

"Eat it."

[rawme-price]

Giving ghost a portal pussy thinking you might finally get that rough, brutal sex you always crave while he's gone...

Only for him to spend his time making out with your cunt like it's your lips. Peppering sweet kisses to your clit, licking into you slow and warm, almost longing. Ghost is horribly sappy when he's away from you and just wants to give you kisses. He could spend hours with the portal pressed to his lips and a hand squeezing his bulge.

Half the time he doesn't even make you cum, or only takes you out to give you a quick peck. It's absolutely torture and the second he gets home you're tying him up in retaliation.

[rawme-price]

thoughts on reader calling ghost or price mommy?

Oh nonny...the thoughts I have.....

Anyways imagine being ghosts younger partner, very much the typical shy thing that clings to a big strong guy like ghost. He's learned to ignore the teasing comments from his mates about it, more focused on cuddling up with you in bed.

"I don't want you to call me dad." He tells you one night, face squished into your shoulder blade. You two had just started being more intimate, and it seems ghost has deemed now the perfect time to lay down the rules of engagement. "Or daddy, or papa, or whatever other fatherly term."

Ghost thinks of his own dad and grimaces. Yeah, the last thing he wants to be is anyone's father, and you're too young for him to be calling you dad like he did price. "None of that 'choke me daddy' shit, got it?"

"Awww, you're no fun." You huff playfully, but make sure to note that down. Then, teasingly, you add "what about mommy? You've got the tits for it. You'd like being called mama?"

You giggle at your own joke, and wait for ghost to respond with a ghost-like quip. Except...he goes still at your back, muscles tensing. "Uhm."

"Hey. Simon, it's cool–" you frown, wiggling around to face ghost, brows pinched "if you don't want me to call you that, I won't. I was just playing–"

As you shift, your thigh rubs against something hard between ghosts legs, and he gasps. You both stare at eachother, frozen. His face turns bright red, looking away "uh– it's— if you weren't serious–"

"Oh my god!" You perk up, far too excited as ghost curls away in embarrassment. "You would! You'd love it! Simon, this is great!"

Ghost, meanwhile, is burning in humiliation and contemplating how fast he can reach the gun on the nightstand as you straddle his torso. "I....it's nice."

"Mmmhh, feels more than nice, mommy." You counter, sliding down to rub against his bulge. Seeing how flushed the whole thing has ghost, you snuggle up to his chest and ask "help me please? It'd make me happy, mommy."

"....fuckin' hell, kid." Ghost grunts, but indulges and grabs your hips. Slowly, he guides you to grind againdt his clothed erection, muttering "you need mama for everything, hm? Can't even get off without me?"

"Yes, yes, mama. I need you–"

Your words are cut off by a sudden jerk of ghosts hips, and suddenly he's tossing his head back with a gasp and–

"Holy shit, si." You whisper, awestruck. Never, in all the months you've known ghost, has he ever done that "did you just...?"

"...yeah." he sounds just as shocked.

Ghost just came in his pants because you called him Mama.