A/N. This came to me while watching Pink Panther, I think I should watch Pink Panther more often.
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Take it or he makes you
Now, Toji knows he’s got a big dick - huge, even. And to him it doesn’t make a difference - either you take his fat cock like the good lil’ slut you are, or he shoves it in your snug cunt and watches you gasp so deliciously around him, eyes watering, swollen lips dropping into a pretty little oh!
“Ah- hngh daddy s’too big. I don’t think-”
“You will, pretty girl.” he chuckles darkly, leaning down till his breath is hot against your ear. “Because I’ll make it fit.”
Okay, maybe he lied - maybe it really does make a difference. Because right now, with you already so cockdrunk as he bullied his furiously leaking tip into your sloppy hole - Toji doesn’t think he’s ever been harder.
“Are- are you at least hngh- halfway in, daddy?” he hears you whimper. Cock twitching so animalistically inside you at the way your voice cracks so adorably at the end, tinged with desperation.
Toji can’t help but huff out a laugh, brows furrowed, greedy gaze stuck on the obscene way your pretty lips struggle to take him in. Pussy spread open so shamefully for him, quivering and leaking so sinfully onto the sheets below.
“Nope.” he hums, popping the p, reaching down to lick a long, languid stripe up the delicate tear streaming down your cheek.
God, he has to fight down some feral, animalistic part of him that wants to just plunge his throbbing cock into you till his heavy balls smack your ass. But no - not yet. What’s the fun if he can’t see you struggle a bit more?
Instead pushing in shallow, determined little thrusts to fit inside your tight pussy. Each one has his prominent veins pulsing angrily against your walls, hitting that one spot just right. A maddening bump! bump! bump! you were losing your mind to.
Stretching you to your limits. You could almost feel his achingly hard tip hitting your cervix already.
Full. So full - and he wasn’t even halfway in.
Feral grunts leave him at the way you moan breathlessly at each motion, scrambling to grab onto the headboard, the sheets, him - just anything to ground you to your sanity as you’re split apart on his achingly hard cock.
Ah, how he loved this little song and dance. A few tears, a few whines - his lil’ slut pretending like you couldn’t take it all - as if your walls aren’t sucking him in so obscenely, hips bucking up mindlessly for more. He loves your cute lil’ mewls when you can’t decide between wanting to run away or milk the soul out of him.
“Now now,” Toji tuts, looping two muscled arms around your waist so you can’t escape. Tight, grip almost bruising.
You let out a delirious squeal as he pulls you down down down - onto his thick cock. Plush walls taking him in greedily inch by fucking inch. Hungry for more.
He knew his pretty girl could do it - you always do.
“Don’t think you can run away from me, doll.” he groans over your pathetic little yelps of “Ah! Too- too big, daddy! Gonna break-”
“Then break f’me.”
And with that, Toji’s had enough of playing nice - ramming in the rest of his length in one, harsh thrust. Not stopping till he’s buried in your dripping cunt all the way to the hilt.
A low hiss leaves him as his abs rub your skin, twitching balls finally smacking against your ass. Finally taking all of him.
Finally bottoming out. Ah, this is what he’s wanted for s’long - teasing himself just as much as you.
“Oh! Oh my- ah, fuck. Want it- need it s’bad. Please- ngh-” you mewl, hips bucking wildly. Too cock-drunk on the way the tufts hair at his toned pelvis scratch against your throbbing clit to even form proper sentences. God, you think you could almost cum just from the feeling of being so overwhelmingly full of him.
“Feel me in you, pretty girl?” he rumbles, low and dangerous. “Feel me right…” he trails a long finger in between the valley of your breasts. Featherlight touch dancing down, down, down to your navel, pressing hard onto your stomach, “...there.”
You gasp at the pressure, breath catching in your throat at the dangerous smirk curling his lips as he begins to pull out inch by inch - agonizingly slow. Getting ready to fucking ruin you.
Because boy does it stroke his ego to see you absolutely wrecked by his huge cock, struggling to just take him - but this is where the real fun starts.
♡ NANAMI KENTO - The family man
Nanami’s a very steady man - he always has been.
A steady job, a steady schedule, a steady relationship with you. So, really, it makes sense that he wants a kid, or two - or four with the ways he’s got you folded in half beneath him. Legs thrown over his sculpted shoulders, thighs burning at the stretch as he bends down down down-
A mating press. Nanami Kento had you in a fucking mating press.
And it was very dangerously quickly becoming his favorite thing.
You weren’t sure what to expect with that off-hand comment about wanting kids, but it surely wasn’t for your loving husband to fucking rip your skirt off and bend you over the nearest flat surface, throbbing cock now buried in your dripping pussy.
That was a few days ago.
And now every night without fail, you have Nanami’s seed dripping down your legs, still-achingly hard erection buried in your poor cunt - you doubt you’ll make it out alive this time.
“K-Kento- Hah- hngh, I feel s’full- so-”
“Shhh, darling. One more. Jus’ one more, all you gotta do is take every drop.” he hums, lips ghosting over your racing pulse. Brows furrowed, sweat trickling down his temple, cock ramming into you at such a filthy pace.
Warm - so warm with his seed. It jolted some carnal part of him - all the way down to his achingly hard cock - to know that he was the one doing this to you. That was his cum filling your pretty pussy. And everyone else would know.
God, you can do nothing but sit there and take it as Nanami edges you closer and closer to your nth orgasm tonight. Thumb drawing rough, frenzied little circles on your throbbing clit that match the merciless pace of his hips.
Over and over. A quick, maddening tempo he was losing his mind to.
Desperate, so desperate to get you off.
“Gonna fill you up.” he whispers, voice raw and dripping with need, mind hazy. “Gonna be so round and pretty with my kid, right, darling?”
You nod eagerly, as he increases his pace impossibly. Your skin stinging where his balls smack your ass, fucked-out little ah! ah! ah! leaving your kiss-bitten lips each time his hips hit yours.
Drool drips delicately down the corner of your mouth at how animalistically he was fucking you. None of that familiar tenderness - only the pure, filthy desire to breed your pretty lil’ cunt full. All his.
“You can dress ‘em up, and I’ll take ‘em to school.” he rambles, as half-delirious as you at this point. Drunk off of you and your cunt and you. “And when we’re all alone…” he trails off dangerously. Ripping his gaze from the creamy, white ring forming around his base to look in your eyes, “I’ll fuck another one into you.”
“Ah! Yes yes yes, please. Cum in me baby, fill me up.”
You see white as you cum - or maybe that was Nanami painting your plushy walls with his seed, you can’t even tell at this point, too exhausted and cock-drunk. All you can feel is Nanami twitching inside you before he’s shooting thick hot spurts of his cum. Again. And again.
“Oh- Kento, t’much. There’s so much.” you moan softly, words slurring together. Sloppy hole quivering at the feeling of being so deliciously overfilled as Nanami’s cum trickles out of you, forming a wet, sinful pool on the sheets below.
“Feel it inside you, darling?” he doesn’t stop thrusting - rough, mindless movements from some deep-rooted, primal little part of him. Stuffing you deeper and deeper with his cum. Fully intent on filling you up until he was shooting blanks - or until he physically couldn’t. Whichever comes last.
Fucked-out little yelps leave you with wreckless abandon, mixing with the creaking of the bed at Nanami starts up yet another unforgiving pace, “Yes- Ah! I feel it, Kento. Feel it s’deep inside me.”
“Mhm?” he purrs, teeth grazing your earlobe. Darkened eyes glinting with something predatory as they greedily lock onto the way his cum gushes out of you. Seeping into your skin, smearing on his abs - and his rock-hard cock. “Then, better be ready for one more, darling.”
♡ GETO SUGURU - The sweet-talker
If someone saw the ever-graceful Geto Suguru right now, they wouldn’t believe their eyes - and definitely not their ears. Such beautiful words coming out of such a beautiful mouth, but his actions were anything but.
And it doesn’t even matter the place, he’ll come up right beside you and whisper a few seemingly harmless words. “I really love that skirt on you, angel. Is this the one I bought?” he’d say to you at the convenience store, smiling sweetly at the old woman in front of him that sighs about “young love.”
Little did anyone know that right at that moment, the innocent hand in his pocket fiddles with that little plastic remote. The one he bought specifically to make you lose your sanity.
Intensity setting 2.
“B-baby?” you whimper, breath hitching as you feel the bullet vibrator shoved inside your dripping cunt start to turn up a notch - tiny, methodical vibrations against your snug walls.
“Yes, my angel?”
You could almost smack the innocent grin off his devastatingly handsome face. Geto Suguru could win an Oscar for how good he was at acting like he didn’t have a firm grip on your vibrator control. Thumb running harsh, quick little circles on the intensity.
“Nothing.” you grit your teeth, nails digging into his sculpted arm as you hold onto him for support. The little bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt maddening against your cunt. Praying that no one else here could see your dazed eyes and the way your thighs were quivering desperately. God, could this queue get any longer?
You almost miss the wrinkled hand waving in front of your face, the good-natured voice in front of you asking, “You alright, dearie? You look a bit under the weather.”
Intensity setting 3.
“I-I’m-” you choke, looking up at Geto for support. In perhaps a miraculous act of kindness, he peers down gently at the old lady. “Don’t worry, grandma. My love here has just been a bit sick today. M’taking her to the doctor after this, y’know. Isn’t that right, angel?”
Intensity setting 4.
Oh, not an act of kindness. Definitely not.
Panties completely soaked now, pussy clenching desperately around the vibrator. You shoot a quick glare at Geto, who was urging you deceivingly lovingly to answer. God, you could almost hear the laughter inside his mind as you take a steadying breath, stuttering out a barely audible, “Y-yeah. Sick today.”
You couldn’t care less if the sigh of relief you let out is audible to everyone else in the store as the elderly woman turns away with a nod. Mind focused only on Geto and Intensity setting 4 and Geto-
“Aww, what’s wrong, angel? Why do you look like you’re about to cry?” you hear that familiar faux concern from above you. “Which asshole do I need to beat up?”
Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt
Gritting your teeth in order to not snap or just outright demand that Geto makes you cum right here, right now. Instead, managing out an unsteady little, “Turn it down.”
“What was that, angel?”
“Turn it down, I swear to-”
You’re cut off by hot breath against your ear, Geto’s voice hoarse with desire as he mutters, “Then cum. Right here.”
And as if to prove his point, he deftly runs his fingers along the intensity control once more, rubbing maddening little circles along it. Edging your climax and your sanity like the sadistic bastard he was.
Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt
And you could tell by the faint smirk curling his lips that he was taunting you - torturing you to just break or break him. Whichever comes first.
Thighs trembling, knees weak, you shiver as you finally reach the counter, Geto’s thumb now firmly set on Intensity setting 4 as he speaks casually with the cashier. How dare he talk about the weather when you were reaching a breaking point here?
Tears prick at your eyes - both at the pure overstimulation and the frustration of not being able to fucking cum. No matter how much you wanted to.
“Angel, you don’t look too well. Want to sit down?”
You clench your jaw, trying to maintain some level of composure as Geto pays for your items. Every second feels like an eternity, every nerve ending screaming for release.
You muster a weak nod even as you can feel your thighs quivering, blood roaring in your ears - you refuse to let him win. At least this time.
“C’mon now, let’s get you home and rested.” By the time Geto steers you to the exit, you’re practically begging for relief. His arm hot around your waist, your vision blurring at the edges. You’ve only made one step outside when-
Intensity setting 5.
You cum with a strangled yelp. Nails digging into Geto’s forearm hard - part in surprise and part revenge for all of that. His strong arm being the only thing grounding you - and the only thing keeping you from collapsing to the fucking ground.
Your orgasm takes you by surprise, and for a brief moment, all you can do is breathe, your eyes fluttering closed as your body shudders at the shockwaves of electricity. God, you almost think you see the pearly gates of heaven at the sheer intensity of your pleasure.
When you crack open your eyes again, you find Geto staring at you. Ah, an angel.
“Well, you should be thankful I went easy on you this time.”
Nevermind, it’s the devil incarnate.
Geto leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “Hope you’re not feeling too ‘under the weather’, angel. Because I’ve got a plan in mind and we’re going to be doing something much more fun than going to the doctor."
♡ CHOSO KAMO - Marked up and all his
Choso knew you were hot - it only bothered him that everyone else did too.
Which is probably why you’ll often find him all but dragging you into the nearest bathroom at whatever party. Barely even locking the door before he’s got you pressed against the cold counter, leaking tip dragging teasingly along your swollen folds.
“Choso, baby~” you whine softly from where his furiously flushed head was kissing your dripping cunt, barely audible over the loud thumping of the music from the other side of the door. “More, deeper.”
And, well, whatever his sweetheart wants - she will get. Because he immediately presses in, plunging inch by fucking inch into your sloppy heaven. Veins dragging so maddeningly across your walls as he bullies his throbbing cock into your snug cunt.
“This what you want? To be split apart on my cock, sweetheart?” He groans into the crook of your neck, your sweet moans going straight to his aching cock. Tongue flattening along the skin, licking long, languid stripes up your neck, he nibbles lightly - all part of his plan.
“Hah- Hngh, yes baby. Jus’ like that.” Enveloping himself in your warmth, thrusting in small, mindless little motions of his hips. Not even wanting to get himself off - just wanting, needing to feel your pretty pussy around his cock. To prove to himself that you were his.
But it wasn’t enough.
Mouth still relentlessly marking and biting your skin, Choso guides your legs to wrap around his toned waist - a signal to pull, to use him to your heart’s content.
“Fuck, Choso- Fucking me s’good.” Your legs tighten around him, pulling him impossibly closer. It’s all Choso ever wants.
One hand deftly snakes it’s way down to your throbbing clit, rolling his thumb along the sensitive bud in just the way he knows will make you squeal and buck your hips onto his cock for more more more-
And the other - ah, yes, he can’t forget why he’s here - neat fingernails digging deep into your skin. Leaving pretty crescents in their wake - just below where your tight lil’ party dress hiked up. To show all those losers on the dance floor who you belong to.
Dragging. Marking.
His mouth leaves their place from your neck to whisper against your lips, darkened eyes boring into yours, “You’re mine, y’know that?”
You can do nothing but nod breathlessly into the heady air, hips bucking wildly underneath him as he increases his pace. Keening deliriously at the bruising grip on your hips and the even harder one on your poor cunt.
“Mine. All mine.” he grits out, twitching balls smacking your ass, rock-hard cock dipping in and out in and out in and-
“Those losers can’t fuck you the way I do, sweetheart.”
And then you’re cumming. Jolts of electricity running down your spine - and your nails raking down Choso’s. Red-hot patterns in their wake - and that’s exactly what sends him over the edge. “Ah- Shit shit shit, yes mark me till m’bloody yes-”
And maybe you do, because his throbbing cock twitches deeply in your pussy. Thrusting once, twice before he pumps thick, hot ropes into your fluttering walls. Tight balls squeezing painfully as he cums with a loud groan of your name.
Two arms kneading your ass - wrapping bruisingly around your waist - touching any and every inch of skin he could reach. Leaving pretty little marks for days.
You can feel such a sinful, sticky mixture of his slick and your cum trailing down your legs as he fucks you both through your highs. Pooling at the cold counter, stomach now uncomfortably hot, vision blurry - yet you still manage to make out the satisfied grin on Choso’s face.
Pure pride shining in his eyes as he takes in your fucked-out state, marks blossoming along your skin as if you’d been thrown to the wolves.
Ah, success.
But he’s barely had time to bask in his victory till you murmur out a quick “Hold on.” Pulling him firmly by the collar of his t-shirt. Lips firmly slotting over the sensitive skin peaking out.
Choso’s breath hitches as you bite and tease the skin - a pathetic little imitation of the absolute wreck he’d havoced on your skin - not pulling away until you’re satisfied with the dark, red mark blossoming on his milky skin.
“There. Perfect.” you flash an almost-innocent grin at him. And despite all that transpired in this heady bathroom, this is what makes his knees weaken so desperately.
Oh, how he loved being yours.
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - The show-off
If the King of Curses owns something nice and pretty, then you can bet he’s going to show it off to everyone and anyone that crosses him. It doesn’t matter if it’s human trash or some lowly curse he’s just about to kill, all of them have the same last sight - you.
You, sat so prettily on the hulking king’s lap. All doe-eyed and batting your lashes so innocently at him as he wielded chaos on his throne.
It made them almost want to save you from this monster, only to realize - if Sukuna was feeling particularly generous that day - that he was the last thing that you needed saving from.
Because if by some miracle, Sukuna was feeling generous - and decided that those scum that bow beneath him should see something pretty before they die - then they see you. Legs spread so shamefully on his lap, large arms the width of your head keeping them open for your guests.
Sukuna trails his rough fingers dangerously down your robe - one that does absolutely nothing to hide your curves or the heaving of your chest. Thin fabric tearing easily under his sharp fingernails, exposing such tantalizing flashes of skin as whoever’s watching gulps heavily in both fear and anticipation.
He doesn’t stop till your robe is all but hanging off you now, dripping cunt soaking the tattered fabric as you keen desperately into his touch.
“Shhh, my lil’ slut.” he murmurs, low and gravelly into your ear, hot breath sending jolts of electricity coursing through your veins. “Wouldn’t want to be rude in front of our guests, hm?”
Whoever’s bowing before you two don’t know what makes shivers run down their spine more - Sukuna’s dangerous words or the way you whine desperately. “But Sukuna~” grinding onto his very obvious erection as you do, “Wan’ you so badly, haven’t been filled by you today.”
Shit, scratch that. The scariest thing here was the deep chuckle that echoes across the throne room - the King of Curses laughing. Laughing.
They watch in horror - unable to rip their eyes away - as he snakes down two large fingers to your dripping cunt, spreading open your swollen folds. Absolutely delighting in the way you flutter around nothing - his lil’ slut, so desperate for him.
You buck readily into his hold as Sukuna bullies two large fingers into your snug cunt. Ready walls clenching down so sinfully at finally getting some of the friction you’d been aching for all day.
“Ohh, yes. Sukuna, finally. Wanted you in me s’bad.” you squeal as he curls his fingers deftly inside you, expertly grazing that familiar spot he knew would have you falling apart in a matter of a few seconds.
“So spoiled.” Sukuna hums, a sly grin curling his lips - and the scum bowing before him completely forgotten - as he starts pumping his fingers in and out of your sloppy hole. Thrusting in rough, jerky little movements that no matter how filthy and unrefined they seem - hold a dangerous, calculated intent as he hits that spot over and over.
The ones before you find their cocks hardening traitorously at your breathy whines and the lewd squelching sounds. Torn between training their eyes on the ground and greedily watching your thighs quiver on the monster’s lap, cunt dripping so obscenely onto his robe.
“Look at her.” a sharp order jolts them out of their reverie. Sukuna didn’t have to ask, he knew you were a heavenly vision in his little hell. Yet, he continues anyway, amusement spiking at the way they can do nothing but gape at what they can never have “Look. So desperate f’me. Should I make her cum?”
“Nooo, Sukuna don’ be mean~” you whine half-deliriously at the silence that follows. Voice strangled at the merciless pace Sukuna had on your cunt, rolling your swollen clit on his fingers, dipping in and out in and out in and-
Sukuna chuckles darkly in your ear, over the protests of the trash at his feet, “Seems like they don’t want you to cum.” He increases his pace ruthlessly, over and over. Hitting that spot with reckless abandon, delighting in the way you writhe and convulse on his lap. “But s’alright, I’ll be the one to make you cum. Your king, hm?”
And make you cum he does. Adding three fingers into your tight cunt now, thrusting in and out at a pace that has you bowing into his hulking body. Over and over. Hurried. Hasty. Almost torturous for those watching.
“Ah! Yes yes yes, Sukuna~ M’gonna-” you can barely finish the sentence before you’re seeing stars behind your eyes, broken moans of Sukuna’s name leaving your swollen lips. He doesn’t stop - not when your orgasm is mere tingles, your voice too raw to even let out fucked-out moans. Not even when you’re quivering and fidgeting on his laps.
Not even when he leans down to mutter in your ear, voice husky with pure need, “Now, how should I kill these fuckers off?”
♡ GOJO SATORU - Just a lil’ taste
The great Gojo Satoru loves all things sweet, and that includes you. Not just you, but your pretty lips, your sweet cunt, and the sweetest - something else he’d never admit to anyone but you - the taste of him in you.
And right now - bullying his throbbing cock into your snug cunt, his heavy balls smacking your ass over and over as he rams into you hard, fast - Gojo knows there’s something for him to look forward to.
The bed creaks in protest as he chases the heavenly feeling of your tight pussy around him, mixing with the filthy moans leaving your mouth.
He was probably going to get another noise complaint - good, let them nosy fuckers know how good he makes you feel.
“Ah! Hah- hngh, Toru filling me up s’good.” you mewl and buck your hips underneath him for more more more- wanting, needing the feeling of him stretching you so deliciously. His glistening veins dragging along that one spot so deliciously, pulsing against your tight walls at an urgent, incessant rhythm.
“Oh yeah?” he grunts. Cock pushing into you deeper and deeper, cervix kissing your tip so painfully good. “Like this? Like it when I fuck you like this? Can’t get enough of it, hm?”
Because of course, Gojo Satoru can’t stop running his mouth even when he’s fucking you relentlessly. Even when his thrusts grow frenzied, sloppy with desire. And especially not when you’re creaming on his achingly hard cock.
God, you’re so fucking perfect he can’t help but lose himself in the heat of the moment as well.
Body arching off the bed, you see stars behind your eyes as Gojo cums in thick, hot spurts inside your fluttering walls. “Shit, oh Toru, s’full inside me hah-”
You think you probably cum harder just at the sight before you.
Gojo’s head thrown back, blue eyes prettily rolling to the back of his head as he bites his lips in concentration - desperately trying to fight off that feral, animalistic part of himself that just wants to fuck his cum deeper and deeper inside your dripping cunt. Wrestling that urge to breed you full to the back of his mind.
No, because he’s got bigger things in mind.
Bigger things that include urgently dropping to his knees as soon as your breathless moans bate. He wrestles your hips on the mattress, grip bruising on your waist as he pulls your pretty cunt closer. All wet and painted white with his cum, dripping so obscenely onto the fresh sheets below.
Mouth dropping into a soft oh! at the sinful sight before him, Gojo doesn’t waste a second before surging forward.
Nose-deep in your pussy, he doesn’t stop till he’s nose-deep and breathing you in so obscenely. Tongue bullying its way in between your swollen folds, dipping into your sloppy entrance in and out in and out in and out-
He groans into your cunt as he tastes himself. Tastes you.
Sweet.
The absolutely filthy mixture of his cum and your slick sliding down his tongue as he laps up your juices with the desperation of a madman. God, it makes the blood rush straight to his dick at the way your mouth drops open in disbelief - he never does get used to it.
Messy. It was so fucking messy.
“Mmm, s’sweet on my tongue, baby.” he slurs, drunk off the absolutely intoxicating taste of your sin. “Fuck- Can’t get enough of it. Shit.”
You flinch as he swears into your throbbing cunt. Seeing flashes of white behind your eyes each time he flicks his tongue just right to graze over all your most sensitive spots. You could almost cry from the overstimulation - walls fluttering sensitively around his relentless tongue.
And you probably do really cry when Gojo moves up your dripping pussy, sucking on your swollen clit. Rolling his tongue over and over at the same maddening pace of the tears down your cheeks.
Absentmindedly, you wonder whether he’s done with his little feast - and moving on to torture you full time now.
Gojo huffs out a laugh into your cunt, popping off your abused clit with a lewd pop! Hands snaking down to grab his rock-hard base. Pulling in short, desperate little tugs to get himself ready for what was to come. “Yeah, m’done, baby.” he chuckles darkly. Shit, did you say that out loud?
But you have no time to wonder too long about that, instead stuck on that dangerous little glint in his eyes as he stands from his position nose-deep in your cunt. Swiping his tongue across his lips, savoring every last drop of you.
Dazed, your eyes drift from his slick-glossed mouth down, down, down to-
Oh.
“Don’t worry, baby. M’gonna be feasting again real soon.”
A Picture Lasts Long (But Not As Long As That D*ck)
Synopsis. Smile for the camera - as best you can when you’re being absolutely wrecked in all sorts of ways underneath them anyway!
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Choso x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Geto x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, exhibitionism (Toji’s), mutual másturbation, phone séx, créampie, oral (female + male receiving), vibrators, bóudoir, manhandling, marking, Gojo is a menace, fíngering, dp, face-sitting, some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 3.8k
A/N. Was gonna add Sukuna but I feel like he’d hate modern technology.
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - The internet sensation
“Whaddaya say, you horny fuckers? Think she deserves to cum?”
Now, Toji Fushiguro is always one for extra cash. Who wasn’t, really? So when you approached him with a devious idea, well, how could he ever say no to his pretty girl?
He just didn’t think he’d be here - your bare legs splayed out on his lap, dripping cunt spread so shamefully, buzzing vibrator deafening over your pretty moans - all in front of that blinking camera. And the hundreds of thousands behind it.
“T-Toji, wan’ cum. Wanna cum so bad, please.” you mewl. Big, fat tears dripping down your cheeks at the way he’s been teasing you for so long now. You can barely make out the rush of comments flashing across the screen.
The camera captures everything so sinfully well. The way your cunt is completely soaked, clenching desperately around nothing as Toji slides the vibrator along your swollen folds. Circling your needy hole, just grazing your swollen clit. Teasing them just as much as you.
Pathetic fuckers, he thinks, but entertains their desperate comments anyway.
“Hmm, they’re saying I should let you cum, pretty.” he whispers in your ear, low and hoarse with need. “Saying I should be ‘nice.’”
He brings the vibrator - now glistening with your slick - to his lips. Licking a long, languid stripe up it, collecting your sweet juices on his tongue. Turning it ever-so-slightly towards the camera to show off what the fuckers behind it will never get, he hums dangerously, “What do you think, my girl?”
You gasp out a sob, uselessly trying to buck your hips toward where you needed him the most. “Please, Toji. Wanna cum, I’ll do anything.”
“Oh yeah?” he chuckles, spreading your legs open even further with a feral groan.
In one, fluid motion, he buries the vibrator deep in your dripping cunt, relishing the surprised yelp that leaves your swollen lips. “Then show ‘em how much you like it, pretty. How much you love me not being ‘nice.’”
And that’s all that is said before he’s fucking you into you at an urgent, sinful pace. Pulling out all the way till the buzzing tip just circles your swollen folds, ramming into you with no care or concern for the burning stretch. Toji knew you liked it - besides, it was half the size of him anyway.
“C’mon, smile for the camera, pretty.” he grunts into your ear, “Tell ‘em how I make m’girl feel.”
You can barely choke out, “Ah! Oh- shit. S’good. Hngh-”
Blood rushes straight to his cock at the way you were taking it like such a good girl. Head lolling against his muscled shoulder as Toji pushes the vibrator in and out in and out in and-
“Yeah? Who makes you feel this good?”
Angling it just right to expertly hit against that one spot he knew would have your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
“Ngh- Ah! You!” you whine, thighs quivering at both the burn of being so spread open and the electricity coursing through your veins at Toji’s relentless pace. Mind spinning, vision blurring, you barely register the hand snaking its way down down down.
A harsh thumb pressing down hard on your throbbing clit. “Wha- Toji hah-” you squeal as he starts drawing slow, tight little circles on it. Lazy and languid where he was fucking into you mercilessly like you were his lil’ toy right below.
“Tha’s right, my girl. Say it for all those lonely little fuckers behind the camera to hear.” He doesn’t stop thrusting the vibrator into you, instead speeding up his movements impossibly at the lewd squelches filling the heady air.
“You. No one- else- hngh-” you moan softly hips bucking up in tandem with his hand. “M’gonna- Ah ngh- m’gonna-”
“Say my name, pretty.”
“T-Toji! Hah-” you squeal deliriously, cumming desperately around the buzzing vibrator. Walls clenching as he continues to fuck you through it. A smug little smirk on his face as he watches the way your eyes flutter closed, body bowing jerkily into his.
Ah, you look so pretty like this. Those losers behind the screen were probably at the gates of heaven already.
In the haze of your orgasm, you barely hear the low murmur from above you. “Now, you horny fuckers. Think her pretty hole can take my cock at the same time?”
♡ GETO SUGURU - The secret album
Geto Suguru doesn’t let anyone touch his phone - especially his photo gallery. Always turning off the screen from prying eyes, pocketing it safely before flashing an innocent grin.
But why? That one time Shoko stole his phone while he was in the bathroom revealed only a few blurry, aesthetic shots of you, the sky, and you. So what did that man have to hide?
Well, what she didn’t know is had she scrolled down just a bit more - before Geto ripped the phone from her hands - she’d have come across the treasure trove named with a simple “Love.”
Not one, not even tens - but hundreds upon hundreds of videos of you all falling apart underneath him.
Most of them favorited, all of them sorted so meticulously according to his tastes in a way that showed he spent an obscene amount of time looking at all the ways he ruined you. But it wasn’t enough to capture your perfection. It never was.
Which is probably why Geto had you sitting prettily on his face, juices spreading so lewdly across his mouth as he tonguefucked you into insanity.
The video was shaky, focusing in and out of the way your bruised lips dropped into a soft oh! as he bullies past your swollen folds.
It zooms in on the dazed expression on your face, eyes miles away. “Oh, Suguru. M-more” your broken moans crackle through the speaker. Just barely capturing the soft ah! ah! ah! escaping your lips each time Geto’s tongue dips into your sloppy hole.
Oh, this video was definitely going in his favorites.
“Take the phone, love. Show the camera how good I make you feel.” he murmurs into your dripping cunt, words hoarse with desire.
And Geto might love you on film - but this was your favorite part. When the camera flips and you see him in all his disheveled, sinful glory. “Ah- y’look so pretty under me, Sugu.”
Dark hair splayed out on the pillow, stray strands sticking to his forehead as he looks at you with hazy, pussy-drunk eyes. His ringed fingers holding your thighs apart in a bruising grip. Lips glossy and swollen as they continue their abuse on your ravaged pussy.
Flattening his tongue along your swollen folds, sliding teasingly between them. Your slick glistens in the dim lighting, dripping down down down the lower half of his face.
And Geto, well, looks like he’s absolutely in heaven. Eyes rolling to the back of his head as he licks at his girl’s pretty cunt, tipping his head back further just to let your sweet juices slide down his throat.
You’re so focused on how pretty he looks that you almost miss the long fingers deftly snaking their way along your thigh. Spreading your swollen folds apart with his thumbs, he whispers raspily, “Shit. No video in the world can capture how pretty you look like this, love.”
The pure look of admiration has the camera shaking, and you sputtering out, “Wha- Suguru what nonsense-”
“Shhh, my girl. Lemme take care of it.”
And with that he’s sinking knuckle-deep into your pussy, while his ruby lips wrapping around your swollen clit. Zooming in desperately on the way he rolls his tongue harshly along it, sucking so sensually. Like a man starved.
“Ah- hngh, Sugu. Feel s’good.” you gasp as he starts thrusting his fingers inside you. God, you don’t know how you don’t drop the phone at this point, white-hot jolts of pleasure running up your spine from where Geto was making out so sloppily with your cunt.
Tears sting your eyes as he curls his fingers just right to brush against that one spot that has you bucking into his mouth for more more more- Hitting it over and over-
Fingers tangling in his silky hair, the video grainy with movement as you use it as leverage to grind deeper into Geto’s face. Chasing your high with an almost-embarrassing neediness. Close. So close.
A muffled, “Cum f’me, love. Cum for the camera.”
And then you’re cumming. Stars behind your eyes, and Geto’s hungry gaze searing into your brain - and the video - as you chase peak after peak on his pretty face, grinding down desperately. Your vision is hazy, head spinning.
But Geto’s is decidedly not as he quickly skims through the obscene video, lips still attached with yours.
Ah, damn these cameras. No matter how high quality, he could never quite capture the delicate trail of drool decorating the corner of your lips. Or the exact pattern of the neat crescents that your nails leave on his chest.
They could ever quite capture the perfection that was you.
But it’s fine.
That’s what multiple takes are for, right?
♡ NANAMI KENTO - The photographer
Nanami Kento wasn’t into photography - which didn’t quite explain the tripod and hefty camera set sitting in the corner of his office.
No, he was more into absolutely fucking ruining you in front of the camera just to capture a semblance of how heavenly you look for him. Which, well, explains the countless framed photographs decorating the walls of his often-locked office. Nothing extremely explicit - but enough to make a stray onlooker blush and look away.
And well, how could you say no? Especially when he had you bent over his desk, leaking tip dragging teasingly along your swollen folds, camera aimed right at the way you lean into his cock.
Cold tabletop digging into your skin, his fingers warm on your pulsing clit. Drawing tight, methodical little circles. So like him.
“C’mon, darling. Arch your back more f’me like a good girl.” he murmurs lowly, breath hot against your ear.
As if on autopilot, you press further into his swollen cock. Sliding it deftly between your folds, just aching for any bit of friction. “K-Kento, please-.” you babble, delirious from him and his piercing gaze and him.
“Mhm, spread your legs more f’me. Yeah, jus’ like that, darling.” he mutters, voice steady with the audacity of someone that wasn’t grinding his rock-hard cock into your dripping cunt. Hips moving in shallow, mindless little motions despite himself. Yet, holding back so agonizingly.
So, you take matters into your own hands.
Slowly, purposefully, you lift yourself higher, arching so desperately into Nanami’s throbbing cock. The soft little bump! bump! bump! of him pulsing against your walls a tempo that you were losing your sanity to. And if you were in any better state of mind, you’d be almost embarrassed by how needy you were acting. “Kento! Wan’ you to fuck me alre-”
You don’t get to finish the sentence, because Nanami only takes a second to snap back his hips before pressing into your dripping cunt. The stretch of your walls absolutely addictive.
Click!
Ah, there was the perfect shot.
All the blood rushes to Nanami’s cock at what showed on the screen - the exact moment that he split you apart on his cock. Your eyes wide, mouth parted ever-so-slightly, such an obscene mixture of shock and ecstacy painted across your face.
His girl was so beautiful. Especially when she was stuffed full of his cock.
“This is what you wanted, right?”
One hand steady on the camera, the other pulls you deeper onto his cock as Nanami begins to move inside you. Pulling out all the way till his leaking tip is just circling your sloppy entrance - only to ram his length into you mercilessly.
“My girl wanted to be full of my cock?” he hums darkly, “S’full she can barely even speak?” Hungry eyes devour the way your pretty pussy was milking him so greedily, barely even letting him pull out to fuck back into you harder than before.
“Ah! Yes- hah-” you breathe out, “”Wanted hngh- s’bad-”
He maps every curve and dip of the way you grind down onto his cock, taking in the obscenely heavenly sight of his cock disappearing into your pretty pussy - and so does the camera.
Click!
Another one - your eyes locked onto Nanami’s. Dripping cunt just barely in the frame as he continues ravaging you from behind.
Back arched, such a sinful little expression on your face as you buck your hips wildly to meet his thrusts. As frantic as the hasty little movements of his thumb on your throbbing clit - not even circles anymore, just sloppy, sinful motions to get you off.
“Hah- please Kento,”
Click! Click!
Oh, if Nanami had it his way these photos would decorate every hallway of this house. For everyone to see.
“Wanna- hngh- wanna cum, Kento.” you mewl, ass stinging from where Nanami’s toned pelvis smacked yours at a ceaseless, maddening cadence. Clit now ravaged from both his ruthless abuse and the heavy balls smacking against it with each thrust.
Click! Click! Click!
“Then cum, darling.”
You see stars behind your eyes as you cum - or maybe that was the unforgiving camera. Capturing each and every detail of the way eyes, dazed and fucked-out, lock onto Nanami’s. Swollen lips dropping into such a pretty oh, Kento! Pushing yourself from the desk on shaky arms to arch so sinfully as Nanami goes over the edge as well.
Camera shaky for the first time as he twitches inside you savagely, before pumping thick, hot ropes of cum into your quivering walls. Trickling down your legs so lewdly, pooling at the sterile floors below - a problem for later.
Click!
Ah, another gem for his walls.
♡ CHOSO KAMO - The urgent calls
When Choso video calls you, you know never to answer in public. Why? Well…
“Cho, what is- Oh.” Your words catch in your throat as you take in the absolutely sinful sight on your screen, cunt clenching in anticipation as you slowly bury deeper into your covers.
Legs spread on the bed, such a pretty blush dusting his face, throbbing erection leaking furiously on his toned abs - your boyfriend was an absolute vision.
“Baby…” he whines, sending a jolt of pleasure right down to your cunt. “Was missin’ you today.”
Ah, you can’t help but tease him a bit. Raising a brow, “Oh really?”
Despite his absolutely ravaged state, Choso finds it in himself to scoff, “M’serious. Jus’ thinking about that slutty pink bra you had on today. How much better it would look on my bedroom floor.”
A large hand makes its way on screen, deftly snaking down his milky skin - down, down down all the way from his abs, resting just at the tufts of black hair at his toned pelvis. Waiting. Teasing.
Now it was your turn to scoff, pussy twinging impatiently at the way he was so stubbornly waiting for you to break first. Well, two can play that game.
Unbuttoning your shirt slowly - so agonizingly slowly - revealing just a flash of that pink he wanted so bad. That rips a low groan out of Choso, precum smearing on his palm as he squeezes his swollen cock. Success.
“C’mon now, baby, don’t tease. Be a good girl f’me.”
Batting your lashes mockingly, “You first.”
You always did know how to get what you want, huh? Because with an impatient little grunt, Choso spits a steady stream of saliva once, twice onto his furiously red cock.
Your mouth waters as he grips the base tight, so achingly hard and flushed your favorite shade of pretty pink. Precum leaking down his glistening veins, pooling at the heavy balls that twitch at the mere sound of your voice as you mutter, “Oh. You really did miss me.”
“Mhm, your turn.” he gets out through a low hiss, desperation bleeding through your speakers and into the heady air. Starting to pull on his cock in shallow, mindless little tugs - just the way you do it.
Finally relenting, you slip off your top, reaching for the clasp behind your when-
“Keep it on. Now spread your pretty legs for me, baby.”
Choso’s greedy eyes are locked on the screen as you flip the camera, showing off your already-soaked panties. Oh, you little minx.
“Shit. You don’ know what you do to me, baby.” he groans, movements getting jerkier. Fist flying up and down his cock - just wishing his hands were yours. Ah, how yours would be softer, prettier, straining to cup his thick cock. “C’mon now, my girl. Show me you wan’ me just as much.”
God, Choso thinks he could cum right on the spot as you hastily remove your wet panties, delicate trails of slick connecting them to your pretty cunt as you slide it down your legs. Yet, he manages to find it in himself to grit out a low, “Touch yourself the way I would, baby.”
And, well, you don’t need to be told twice.
Bullying your fingers through your swollen folds, thumb just grazing your throbbing clit. Purposefully teasing yourself - purposefully not giving in to what you craved so bad. No, you were too entranced with what was onscreen.
With the way Choso was fucking his fist so desperately. Like he was trying to fuck something delicious out. Harder on the base, featherlight on his flushed head. Thumb teasing under the slit just the way you would.
“Shit- Oh, baby,” Choso groans, his hips bucking wildly as if he could somehow close the distance between you. His grip on his cock almost painful as he pounds into his hand. Ah, how you wish that was your hand instead.
Your fingers dip lower, rubbing your entrance. A thrill running through you at the way Choso’s eyes widen as you slide a finger inside yourself with a whine of his name.
“Need you here with me, need to feel you around me,” you pant, rubbing against your clit in time with his fist, eyes locked on the way his throbbing cock twitches in his hands at the mere sound of your voice. Palm running up and down up and-
“Choso, just come here an’ fuck me already.”
You catch a glimpse of his eyes flickering closed, breath slowing, a satisfied smile curling his lips and then- thick spurts of cum covering his toned abs. Glistening so deliciously in the dim lighting as Choso strokes himself through his high.
You on the other hand…
“Cho~ Can’t cum without you here.” you hum coyly, slightly whiny yet not desperate - not yet.
“Get ready, baby. M’gonna be there in five.”
Ah, how you loved when Choso video calls you.
♡ GOJO SATORU - The wallpaper fiend
Gojo Satoru loved to show off his wallpaper, babbling about his “beautiful girlfriend” as he flashed the picture to any and everyone he came across.
It wasn’t anything strange, really - just a slightly blurry photo of the upper half of your head, eyes slightly scrunched like you were in the depths of laughter. It’s only when someone stares too hard, finger pressing just a bit too long that Gojo snatches back his phone with an unreadable little smirk.
Because if they had they’d notice it was a live wallpaper.
One that - despite being so proudly the great Gojo Satoru’s wallpaper - was for only his eyes to see. One where the camera shifts ever-so-slightly downwards to show you splayed out deliciously on your mattress, pale, sculpted thighs straddling your face - zooming in on the way your swollen lips bulge wraps so lewdly around his throbbing cock.
“Oh, sweetheart, jus’ look at you.” his voice rumbles from above, voice hoarse with desire. “Taking my cock so well, huh?”
All he gets are muffled groans, tears glistening in your eyes as Gojo shoves his length deeper down your throat. He chuckles lightly, fucking into your hot mouth in small grinds of his hips, “Oh yeah, forgot you can’t speak sweetheart.”
Ah, what a smug bastard. And despite the dick lodged in your throat, you find it in yourself to stare up defiantly into his greedy gaze, moaning sinfully around him. That makes that confident facade crumble a little, the camera is shaky as Gojo lets out a broken little, “Sh-shit. You’re really asking for it.”
And maybe you were a mastermind - maybe you were an idiot. Because Gojo pulls his hips back till his leaking tip is just kissing your kiss-bitten lips. Smearing his precum around your glossy mouths. Only to slam back into you mercilessly, forcing you to relax your throat - because Gojo’s had enough of playing game
His searing grip on your scalp just out of the frame as he fucks into your mouth like his personal toy. Not stopping till your nose is pressed into the snowy white tufts of hair at his pelvis.
Camera scrambling to capture the way your throat bulges so obscenely as he fills you up, starting to fuck into you in shallow, mindless little thrusts. “Mmm, ngh. Fuck, sweetheart. Can feel me inside you right…” A large, veiny hand makes its way into the video as it wraps around your throat, squeezing. Tight. “...here.” Gojo rasps over your choked-up moans.
Tears were streaming down your face now, nails digging desperately into the hand wrapped around your throat. But it seems Gojo had no care in the world for them. Because he coos mockingly, “Awww, don’ cry, sweetheart. Jus’ look at that slutty mouth of yours, sucking the fucking soul out of me.”
And as the screen grows grainier, the camerawork more shaky - Gojo’s hips grow more frantic.
Cock hitting the back of your throat at a maddening cadence in a way he wishes the camera could pick up. Hand tightening around your throat as he fucks into you faster and deeper. Hip chasing the feeling of your tongue wrapped so deliciously around his throbbing cock. Delicately tracing the veins along the side, flicking his sensitive slit just the way you know he likes. Over and over-
The screen flashes white - or maybe that was just Gojo’s cum. Shooting thick, endless spurts of his seed that paint your pretty face white. And oh, this was his favorite part, how you take it so well.
Your tongue darting out to catch the stream of cum that gushes out of him, pooling it on your tongue before letting it slide to the back of your throat. Eyes gazing up so eagerly into his as you stick your tongue out to show, well, nothing. Taking him up so greedily.
And if Gojo was any less of a man, he’d be showing this off to everyone he knew.
And in the end, before the wallpaper goes back to that seemingly innocent picture of your face - if he turned up the volume real high - Gojo could hear his voice in the background, breathing out through ragged gasps. “C’mon, sweetheart, I wanna make a few more wallpapers.”
A/N. LMAO this came to me when I thought about how Gojo is the type to have a polaroid of your tits behind his phone case.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒/𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒:18+smut! || gn&afab!reader || multiple mentions of Hoyt/Charlie and Monty || idk, I used cunt a bunch and pussy once maybe.
I’M SO SORRY, I WENT OVERBOARD 💔. This was just supposed to be a quick break from a bigger project, but I have no self-control. I tried to proofread and edit this as much as I could - but just gave up at a certain point. so please excuse any grammatical errors. I’m not that used to writing smut - so I’m really sorry if this is shit. Let me know if the smaller font is hard to read, other than that - enjoy, and know that feedback is adored 🌺.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
❥┆ Even if he’s struggling to keep his eyes open after, he’ll use the last working synapses in his brain to make sure you’re okay and do whatever he needs to make you feel better. Foot rubs? Back massages? Head rubs? All in his criteria. He’s kissing any marks and bruises he may have left behind with the most apologetic look in his eyes.
I've been feeling down lately and all I've been thinking about is getting a comforting hug from either of my husbands 🥺, sooooo I drew some slashers based on this meme 👀👀❤️
Michael is TRYING to not crush your head 🥰
you are playing with fire y/n 👀
Thomas gets all flustered when you hug him, he doesn't know what to do 💕💕 and he doesn't want to hurt you 🥺❤️
Bubba gets all excited when you hug him, he can't say no to a bear hug!! 🐻❤️
Jason doesn't understand what are you doing with your hands, but he's happy If you are happy 🥰🥰
You may be a little hesitant, but Karl literally just wants you to sit on his face.
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“You’re not serious.”
“This the face of somebody yanking your chain?”
Karl looked about as smug as he ever did and when he wasn’t frothing with rage over a failed experiment or being a generally prickly shit, a cocksure smirk tended to be his default expression. His softer moments, secret as they were, existed behind the closed doors of his factory, seen on slightly rare occasions.
There were Valentine’s Day events popping up all over town. Hearts were a common decoration over every single advertisement in the town.
It was almost nauseating. There was a silver lining through because your new date had decided to take you to some of the things offered. You didn’t know them well enough just yet to know if they were going to try their luck tonight. It wouldn’t be so bad though, would it? You needed some tender love and affection. There was nothing like it; somebody holding you, taking care of you, and making love.
You adjusted the outfit you had picked out of your closet and checked the mirror for a final look. “As good as it gets.” You dropped your arms to your side and blew air out of your mouth in a deep sigh. You heard the familiar ding of your phone so you went and grabbed it.
Date: Door unlocked. I’m inside.
You smacked yourself in the forehead when you remembered your parents had left for their date night and told you to lock it. “I’m in my room!” You opened your door and shouted out to the darkness of the home. When did it get so dark? You nibbled on your bottom lip when you didn’t hear anything back immediately. “Hello?”
The familiar voice of the infamous killer of Woodsboro echoed out. “What’s your favorite movie?”
The hair on the back of your neck stood straight up. “That’s not funny! Those Stab movies are so stupid! I can’t believe people went and watched those. This town is nuts.” You huffed and went back into your room to grab your phone and bag. “It’s so stupid.”
Your name rang out in the dark. “Come on, just for fun.”
The cold chill that made your whole body shake had your nerves shooting through the roof. “Seriously?” You turned to see your very casually dressed date with a ghost face mask. You rolled your eyes immediately. “I hate to tell you but it doesn’t match the look you're going for.”
They slowly tilted their head to the side before coming into the room for you. Their hand reached out for you and dragged you close to their body. Their free hand gripped your face and forced you to look at their mask, the ghost face staring down at you with the one hand slowly going down your throat before grabbing you there. They pushed you back until your body hit the bed and they shoved you down on it. Your body bounced on the mattress. “Hey!” You shouted out, staring up at them with an annoyed look. “We have to go. We are going to be late and you are seriously creeping me out!”
A slow laugh came from behind the mask before he hovered above you. “Let’s make a movie.” They put a phone on the night table and immediately became handsy with you.
“You made reservations!”
“I have no reservations when it comes to you, baby.”
You practically melted under the pet name. It didn’t matter that it was coming from the voice or Ghost Face. You dropped your purse and the phone on your bed finally and ran your hands up the front of their body. “Oh, really? You care that much…”
“So much.” Their forehead came to rest against yours as his hands traveled all over your body to feel, grope, or manhandle you. They ground against your body hard, digging an erection between your thighs. “You’re so pretty, smile for the camera.”
You turned to look at the phone they had placed and blinked a few times. “Did you get a new phone?” You reached for it but you knew you probably weren’t going to be able to grab it. Your date instantly got off of you before flipping you over on your back. You felt their hands roaming over your body before you heard fabric slowly start to tear. You glanced back behind to see the glimmer of a very long blade come down and disappear somewhere along with your clothes slowly until your whole backside was almost bare. “Are you kidding me?! You owe me big time!”
Strong hands came down on your cheeks hard which had you jumping on the mattress. You whined loudly and moved against the hands as they felt over your underwear. They yanked them up and let the fabric spread your cheeks until their fingers slid against your lower lips to feel them. You whined and moved your head to look back at the nightstand to see the phone. You could see the screen as it reflected back what they did to you. You saw the shiny blade on the table while their fingers dived down to feel your clit in your underwear. They rubbed experimental circles until your hips were jumping off the bed. It’s been a while and your body was warming up quickly. You shyly moved your face into the comforter as another hand flew down to slap your ass again and started to play with your hole. They moved the fabric of the underwear to lift you off the bed again and spread your cheeks and lips again. “Hey!” You protested, whining as you looked down to see their bulge outline in their pants. They dropped you back down on the bed and you huffed until you heard him messing with their pants.
You felt their cock plop out and slap against the flesh of your cheeks. You peeked at the screen on the phone to see their length while your date moved to hotdog themselves against your ass. Your body was heated up already but you were getting defiled and it was on film. Something about that had you getting slick. You felt them pull back until the head poked at your clothed hole and dipped in to feel the heat of your pussy. Your underwear was getting soaked with your juices and their oozing precum. “You’re teasing me.” You whined.
“You’re going to have to beg for it.”
At the point, you were going to have a fetish for that ghost face voice. You got up on your knees and wiggled your hips to make your ass shake. You felt the cock hot against your skin. “C’mon, mister killer. Is this your Valentine’s Day treat?”
You heard the sound of metal. You glanced towards the table to see that your date had grabbed the knife so quickly that they took a chunk out of the table. The metal was against your skin and split the middle of your underwear. The air hit your heat before they tossed the knife back on the bed. “You have a condom, right?”
You felt his warm cockhead rubbing against your clit, sending little shocks through your body. Your hole was twitching and begging to be filled. You could only assume you were glistening with your juices. “I want to mess you up instead.”
“Just pull out then.” You looked over to watch their hand pick up the phone. “What are you doing?” Sloppy noises started flooding the air as the tip started to tease in and out of your hole, just barely stretched you open before coming right back out. You turned a little back to see over your shoulder to see the phone aimed down to where your bodies were almost connected. “I didn’t know you were such a pervert.”
They spread your hole open with a free hand and brought the phone closer to probably watch as your cunt was twitching and shiny with your slick. You moved back to feel the cock slide against your folds. Another laugh from your date caught your attention. “You’re going to have to beg.”
“Beg?” You sighed before flipping like a switch, knowing what an ego boost it can be to have someone begging to fuck you. “Oh, Mister Ghost Face. Are you going to put that massive cock inside me? Are you going to paint my insides? I’m a dirty, dumb little victim and you’re going to kill me with that big dick.” Your ears were hot and you were embarrassed but if this was the game your date wanted to play, you could do it.
In one quick motion, your date stretched your inner walls without hesitation before bottoming out in your cunt with the head resting around your womb. One hand was on the back of your neck while the other moved to place the phone back down on the table. A noise between a gasp and a moan had slipped out of your body as you adjusted to their sudden intrusion. They slowly moved you up until the palm of your hands were only touching the comforter. Your back was arched as his fingers flexed over your neck before tangling in your hair as the base. Their hips slowly pulled away as their cock almost slid completely out before your date set a brutal pace. You were jiggled, jostled, and overall shook as how hard your date was with you. It felt so good though to be slammed deep inside like that. You were going to be sore for days. Your noises were authentic though, as their harsh ways were really getting you going. It may just be the fact that it had also been a while. Even your scalp was tingling as they ground inside your body like they owned it.
Their name slipped off your tongue which resulted in a snarl behind the mask. They let go of you and slammed you back down into the bed while the newly free hand went around your waist to play with your clit. You ground your teeth together before a loud cry finally erupted out. It felt so good between the pace that he refused to stop and the abuse your bud was taking. “That’s not my name.”
It didn’t even register in your brain what the Ghost Face had said as your hips were bouncing around to both get away and get closer to him. The sensations were overwhelming. You were going to cum so hard and so quickly.
Your phone started to ring but your lover didn’t miss a beat. You were drooling into the comforter and tried to get some sense into your dumb fucked brain as you reached for the phone. You sat it up slowly as you were moved from their harsh thrusts as your dates name flashed across the screen. Your brows furrowed as you tried to understand the information. Your lover bottomed out again and focused on his movements between your legs before reaching forward and pressed the answer button.
“Hey! I’m running really late. I don’t know what happened but my car did not want to start. I’ll be there in a little bit. Are you okay?” His voice shattered you. You were struggling to breath normally as the person behind you were setttling into a soft pace on your clit. You whined loudly and looked back, the realization finally lightning up in your eyes as the Ghost Face mask was watching you.
“Who are you?” You cried as your body shook with pleasure.
Your date called out to you. “Are you there? Answer me. Are you okay?”
The masked mystery pulled out of you completely before flipping you over. You squealed as he tore both the phone and the rest of your clothes off your body before sitting the electronic next to his and poking the video call button. “No, no, no!” You begged as you were naked, legs spread with the cock slowly moving to grind against your puffy, swollen cunt. The screen illuminated your date’s face and after both of you knew what your date could see, Ghost Face thrusted back into your body. You loudly moaned as his fingers went right back to sending you reeling. Your legs were shaking. Your stomach was tight.
Your orgasm was approaching.
You could hear your date yelling and cursing as your whole body arched off the bed while you started squirting on the stranger’s cock. He used both hands to hold your hips up and started pistoning into your pussy over and over again as it spasmed around their thick shaft. You were seeing stars.
“I’ll be right there, you sick fuck!” You heard in the distance the phone call end as the stranger continued to use your body.
“What a pretty girl. You sure made a mess. I knew that needle dick couldn’t take care of a sweet girl like you. You need somebody strong, somebody that can protect you.” Ghost Face started talking rapidly. “I knew they hadn’t been inside your body because I knew you’d be for me. All for me and oh, how sweet you were. You’ve never come like that before.”
You were dazed. Your body was bouncing with every one of their now erratic movements. “Who are you?” Your lower lip wobbled as tears started to form in your eyes. You were so overstimulated. It felt so good constantly. It was overwhelming and you were drowning in the pleasure.
“You’ll know soon enough.” They stated as they moved over your body to be on top of you, wanting to see your face. “Especially when I do this.”
“What?” You whispered as the mask came down to kiss you. You protested against it while he jackhammered your cunt until he suddenly stopped and bottomed out again. A warm gush flooded your body. Your eyes widened when you realized what happened while you moved your hands to press against his cheek. “I said to pull out!” It felt good to feel that warm jizz pouring into your womb but you could never admit that.
Ghost Face laughed again and looked right down at you. “Is that all you're worried about? I knew you’d be so good for me. What you should be worried about is this.” You heard a car pull up to your house with the brakes screeching and the engine shut off. “Did you actually lock the door to keep us in or him out?”
Your eyes widened as Ghost Face reached over your head and grabbed the knife off the bed. They slowly pulled out of your warm hole and stood up. You didn’t dare move as they grabbed their phone and moved to get a close-up of your pussy dripping their seed out. Their knife went between your legs and gently spread your puffy lower lip apart to see. “Look at that, angel. You took my load so good and it’s dripping out, covering your folds. You look so good.” They slipped the phone back into their pants and started putting themself away. There was banging on the front door. “You’ve got an intruder. I’m going to gut him like fucking fish and you won’t have to worry about him anymore.”
You were frozen in place as they walked to your closet and pulled a hanger out, a long black piece of fabric swinging on it. Ghost Face looked back to you before tapping the knife against the hanger. “I’ll be back. Don’t move.” Their heavy footsteps went out your bedroom door. You stared at the empty space realizing how stupid you were to ever think that had been your date.
You were shaking from the overall experience. You quickly sat up and grabbed your phone and called your date. You pressed the call button over and over again but nothing ever happened.
Your phone pinged finally and your fingers quickly pressed on the notification. The text message flooded the whole screen with some emojis as the picture below finally caught your eye. You almost dropped the phone as Ghost Face was shown holding the body with a peace sign.
Demon boyfriend that possess you and makes you fuck yourself till you're so over stimulated that you're in tears, thighs trembling while you hear his deep growling voice in your head telling you that you're far from done as your hand is made to reach for another thick toy. The rubber cock getting shoved into your already aching hole. "That's it's let's make you cum for a 7th time." He purrs.
Since your blog is descending into Heisenberg hell, any chance we could get some nsfw hcs for him? >;3
You all know what's below the cut, nsfw no minors
- He's gonna give you petnames, hardly ever referring to you by your actual name, kitten, little pup, darling, all names he's called you at some point in time, these definitely make it into the bedroom
- I feel like he's super into oral sex, both receiving and giving, he's gonna eat you out like a starved man, and keep going until you're overstimulated and have to push his head away.
- You can feel his beard the entire time scratching against you, whether he's eating you out or leaving marks across your neck
- He likes leaving marks, not all of them are visible, he prefers it when they're hidden, so only he and you know that they're there.
- He's also into mirror sex, he loves watching himself fuck you from behind, he gets the best view that way
- I'd say he has a pretty big biting kink too, this ties in with leaving marks, he's going to leave you covered, neck, shoulders, thighs, everywhere he can sink his teeth into.
- Definitely enjoys cock warming, having you in his lap, head buried in his neck or shirt, just whining while he works, he's not gonna let you move until he's finished.
- He's big on praise, enjoys telling you how well you're doing, or how good you look while he's fucking you.
- Sometimes, if he feels like it, he'll fuck you while the lycans are nearby, letting them get close enough to catch a glimpse.
- He likes seeing you in his clothes, if you're wearing his shirt and nothing underneath, expect to be picked up and thrown onto the bed, the same goes for if you take his hat and wear it around him.
- He won't stop fucking you until you've came at least 3 times, he'll keep going even if you're begging him and telling him you can't do anymore, he'll get another one out of you
- He's good with aftercare, always bringing a warm damp cloth after to clean up, before carrying you to the bed (if you weren't there already)
- He'll cuddle with you if he has the time, if Mother Miranda doesn't call an unexpected meeting, and most times you'll both fall asleep together after.
You dragged Michael along to the grocery store. The least he could do considering you're the one who does all the cooking, he might as well come with you to get the food.
underthecut -NSFW, Dom energy from Michael, thigh riding, the reader being bratty, Public sex
“Michael, what flavor should we get? Strawberry jam or Raspberry?” You held up the jams to him. He scoffed and nearly slapped them out of your hands. “Michael! Don’t do that. They break and the workers will have to clean it. They already have too much to worry about.”
He grimaced under the mask. Hated that you somehow convinced him to come along. You told him that he owed you, after all, it was you who cooked for him, the least he could do is tag along to buy the stuff. He hasn’t killed you, shouldn’t that be good enough? Michael would never tell you it was because he loved spending time with you.
‘I don’t know why she’s fretting over jam, it’s red jam, all red jam tastes the same.’ he thought to himself. As if you read his mind,
“There is a clear difference between strawberry and raspberry, Michael.” He doesn’t care. You sighed and threw in the strawberry, “Don’t be upset if you end up not liking it, I gave you an option.”
‘God, she is so annoying.’ Michael fumed and huffed. Hands in his pockets, fumbling around with a tooth he took from a recent victim. He smiled to himself, that one put up a fight. He thought of you as he killed them, nothing sexual just thought of you.
“Next we need meat. I’m buying turkey bacon this time, it’s healthier for us.” You hummed and Michael clenched the tooth so hard in his pocket it snapped. As if sensing his anger, “What? Do you want regular Bacon?” Michael nodded slowly, “Too bad.” If looks could kill...
Michael grabbed your arm, you spun around to him. You didn’t get the chance to open your mouth to berate him before he lifted his mask and gave you a hard kiss. You moaned into the kiss, giving little thought if anyone saw, not that there are many people in a grocery store at 2 am. Michael licked at your lips, you opened your mouth to let his tongue in. His large tongue dominated yours, easily pushing it around. He gripped your arm tighter, it made you wince and shake. Michael smiled in the kiss and took your bottom lip in his teeth and bit hard.
You yelped “Ow, Michael!” He pulled you back into his chest, tongue licking at your lightly bruised bottom lip. You whimpered and ran your free hand up and down his chest, forgiving him quickly.
“Um, excuse me.” You quickly turned towards the annoyed employee. Your face growing hot while Micahel stared at them with full intent to kill. They looked at Michael and took a step back. “Just so you know, this isn’t a brothel…” They stepped further back as Michael turned towards them.
“Yes! We are so sorry! Just finishing up now!” You laughed nervously. You managed to free your arm from Michael and dragged him away, not wanting to see what creative way he’ll kill the very overworked employee.
You threw the turkey bacon in the cart, feet stomped down the aisles, “Damn it, Michael! Wait till we get home to get frisky.” He chuckled. “You think it’s funny?” He kept chuckling and stopped, you gave him a harsh tug but he didn’t budge. “What is up with you?” You looked up at Michael, his mask back on his face, and his body tense. You could see his dark blue eyes staring at you. A mixture of lust and rage.
He stepped closer, his large frame dwarfing yours. You puffed up your chest to him “You don’t scare me, Michael.” Lie, big fat lie. Michael always had a way to make you feel so small and fragile, like a doe being hunted by a wolf.
“Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”
You looked up at him and smirked, “Like you could wait till we got home.”
Michael scooped you up onto his shoulder, you punched into his back, “Put me down!” He shoved the cart into a stand of chips, not caring for the mess he just made or the food he needed. “Michael, that’s-” He brought a large palm down on your ass. “Ow!” He spanked you again. You looked up to see a store employee just stare at you both, her sleep-heavy eyes not caring, too tired and too underpaid to deal with some weirdo in a mask and his naggy girlfriend.
He carried you out, the cold air hit your body. Made you wish you wore a heavy sweater. He turned the corner to reach the back of the building, a secluded spot with some dumpsters and crates. Michael set you down and placed both hands on either side of your head. He leaned in and breathed heavily in your right ear.
“Been annoying,” he said, He lifted his mask just enough for his mouth to be exposed. He grinned and kissed your cheek, your nose, your other cheek, your jaw, your chin. He hovered over your lips, you reached to kiss him but he pulled away. He brought the mask back down over his mouth. “No.”
He pushed his body into you. Your back against the cold sharp bricks. He pushed his thigh in between your legs. You shook and heaved as his muscular thigh rubbed slowly along your crotch. You squealed when his muscular thigh hit at a delicious angle. You could feel his chest rumbling, a dark laugh coming to the surface. He moved his large hands down to your breasts. He placed them on top, not moving, just wanted to feel them.
“Michael, it feels good, please move your hands.” You rubbed your head into him like a kitten. He grabbed your breasts with a harsh squeeze and you screamed.
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” He growled above you. He pushed his thigh up further and moved it back and forth, his hands grouping you so hard you swore you felt your tits bruise. Your lip quivered, the heat in your core felt so madding, you wanted to moan and praise him but when Michael tells you to shut up…
Michael looked down at your trembling form, he smirked under the mask. ‘She might not be saying anything, but that body is still nagging me.’ He moved his hands from your breasts to your hips and forced you down further on his thigh. He loved watching you fight back a moan, fighting back tears of pleasure. He loved having this much power over you. He always thought that if you were good enough, maybe he’d let you take control.
You panted as your climax reached its peak. You bit into Michael’s coveralls, tears falling down your cheeks and spit dripping down your chin. Michael held firm, making you ride out your orgasm till you were a shaking mess. You placed your hands on his chest, a vain attempt to push him off, he held firm. He removed his leg from between you and pulled down your pants with a harsh tug, underwear coming down in the process. “Kick them off.” He told you. Any embarrassment of getting caught was long gone, it was replaced with the thrill of getting caught. Wanting someone to catch your boyfriend fuck you till you were a blithering mess.
Michael hoisted you up just as you finished kicking off your pants and underwear, your hands around his neck, your knees over his arms, and his hands on your ass. You held you like that, enjoying the way you began to rub your wet pussy into his covered erection. He could tell the words “Please fuck me, Mikey.” were on the tip of your tongue but he has you well trained at this point you dare not say a word without being prompted. Michael fumbled with the coverall zipper and hastily pulled out his throbbing member. “Tell me.”
You stared at him, wide-eyed and unsure. You wanted to tell him to fuck you, mess you up, fuck me stupid but didn’t want to set him off. You bit your lip “Please fuck me.” You whispered.
“Louder, more meaning.”
“Please fuck me, Mikey.”
“Dirtier.”
“Please fuck my pretty pussy.” You moaned and tried bucking into him. He held firm.
“Not good enough.”
You whined and closed your eyes hard, tears falling down your cheeks. “Oh, Fuck Mikey fuck me up, fuck me please just fu-” He slammed into you so hard you screamed.
“Good girl.” He plowed into you at a brutal pace. Not letting up once, no matter how deep and might have hurt and he knew how deep he was. Michael loved feeling your wanting pussy around him. He loved feeling your body give itself to him, amazed how well you took his cock, amazed you could handle the brutal pace he always fucked you at.
You held firm onto Michael. Trying your best not to turn to putty in his arms, fighting to keep yourself up, you snaked your arms further around his neck, bringing yourself closer to him. His hands-on your ass digging in, hard. You felt his nails dig into your soft flesh. Loving the pleasure and pain he gave you. He fucked you so hard you felt his balls slap up against your ass, amazed he could keep up such an angle.
Michael grunted and growled in your ear, “Good girl, that’s a good girl.” He praised and you babbled out incoherent nonsense, the pleasure making you delirious. Michael slammed you harder onto his cock as his hips thrust up, the combined power made you see stars. Michael watched as you fought back another orgasm, amazed with how well you were doing. He stared at your lip, a slight red mark from where he bit, he titled his head, “Does your lip hurt?”
You looked at him, mouth in a frown you nodded pitifully. He quickly and awkwardly slipped the mask up, just enough to free his mouth. He licked his lips and you went in for the kiss. Michael kissed you in between soft licks on your bottom lip. As if he was saying sorry. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, you groaned and ran a hand through his wavy brown hair. Michael moaned at feeling you tug at his roots, loving the pain. Your tongues swirled around each other, spit trailing down both your chins. You mewled as you felt Michael slam you down harder and harder, wanting to find his release.
You pulled away from his mouth, he whined, face flushed. He looked so cute, red face with a hint of stubble. “I love you, Michael,” you said in the sweetest voice between gasps and moans. Michael grit his teeth and slammed his lips back onto yours. His blushing face, the loving kiss, the hands-on your ass slamming you onto his cock made that warmth come undone. You trashed in his arms as your orgasm spread through you, feeling hot all over, your eyes rolled back and you let out a strangled cry.
Michael roared out his release, his cum shooting deep inside you, he shook and groaned, feeling his sperm drip out down his balls. He held you as you continued to spasm around him, body shaking along with each pulse of your pussy. He leaned in and kissed your drool, kissed your cheeks, kissed your nose, and kissed you square on the lips. Smiling as you attempted to kiss back.
He set you down carefully, laughing as he watched your legs tremble and try to keep yourself up. He was nice enough to grab your pants and underwear for you. You fumbled putting them on, still woozy from the brutal but thrilling fuck.
“Do we go back to get those groceries?” He asked as you finished with the buttons of your jeans.
“Uh, no, we’ll go back at noon, when the day staff is there. Not ready to face the night staff, we bugged them enough.”
He laughed and slapped your ass. You grabbed his hand to make your way to the car. You turned to him and gave him the most devious smile.
“Told you that you wouldn’t be able to wait till we got home.”
Can you do a imagine with Thomas please and it's about him being over protective when Hoyt and Monty make gross jokes about her like how's she's really hot and it ends in a lot of smut please ☺️
OMG YES U ABSOLUTELY MAY💓💖💕also after my post on jealous!reader a while back, I’m not very comfortable writing a lot of smut 😖😖 I gave a bit though!!
Imagine Thomas Hewitt getting very protective over you...
Y/n has been a part of the Hewitt family as Tommy’s wife for a while now, and Hoyt isn’t exactly the gentleman he pretends he is… smut below!
Tommy is a sweet, gentle, and loving husband. That much is obvious. You are the light of his life and he hides his violent nature from you as much as possible.
But additionally, Tommy is very protective. To the point if anyone were to make you uncomfortable, they would have him to reckon with.
God forbid you come to him with the complaint of someone insulting or laying a hand on you. It’s very likely he would hunt them down without your knowing, and give them a brutal beating or even kill them.
His rage doesn’t discriminate. Even if Luda were to lay a hand on you, there would be hell to pay. Hoyt’s no different.
Tommy is not an agressive boy. He’s gentle, sweet, kind. He is all of these things all of the time, all except for this moment. But you knew he wasn’t angry with you. He would never. He stormed over to you, towering over your fragile form before taking your wrists in his hands, and taking you into his burly arms. He’s not the type to dramatically throw you over his shoulder and march off. He cradled you into his shoulder. You’re still his beautiful angel who needs to be safe. And right now you’re not safe, he’ll make you safe again Y/n, don’t worry
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You weren’t far into the day before Hoyt’s leering eyes began following your form around the living room and kitchen. Monty was next to him, completely on the same page though they said almost nothing to each other.
Tommy was next to you, cleaning some dishes. Luda hadn’t trust Tommy’s large, clumsy hands with cleaning dishes until you suggested it. Who knew he could be so gentle? He turned to set a stack of wet dishes on the counter, just long enough to catch two pairs of looming eyes across the room. It caught him off guard, and he gave a double take. He knew a lustful gaze when he saw one.
He stared at them, and swayed to backwards slightly, gaining back his balance before throwing his shoulders back. He breathed out, studying them. He squinted, and Hoyt noticed this, looking over to him before yelling at him to get back to work. Tommy was hesitant, but he slowly went back to washing dishes, paying more attention to you, though you didn’t seem to notice Hoyt and Monty’s leer. He hates to turn a blind eye to your safety, he hates himself. But he wanted to protect your innocence, how you didn’t even suspect it. How sweet of you. Poor thing.
When you were putting away utensils, you dropped a simple fork. You hesitantly bent over to pick it up.
“Bend over for me one more time.” Hoyt called as you rose from the floor, and Monty laughed.
Sometime dark and terrifying bubbled up inside of Tommy. He was absolutely fuming. You looked over, gazing into his face. His eyes were dripping with blood lust, at how they dared to speak to his wife that way.
“Tommy, d-don’t—“
But he didn’t bat an eye, instead he was over to them in an instant. How did he get over to them so fast? Hoyt was being hung from Tommy’s whitening fist, clenched so tightly around his neck that Hoyt’s eyes began to turn red and bulge from his sockets. You wanted Tommy’s protection, but you never wanted Tommy to kill Hoyt for you.
You began to cry, those angelic eyes making Tommy all weak. Everything was in slow motion. Hoyt had been hanging there for a bit too long now, the light in his eyes starting to flicker dark. Tommy wanted to tear him apart with his teeth. He hates Hoyt. But you were just too precious. Too sweet.
“Tommy stop it! Stop it! Tommy!” Your voice roused him from his deep rage, and if you did not, he would have murdered his abusive uncle once and for all. He dropped Hoyt, and ignored his pitiful gasping for air and turned to you. You looked like an angel before him. But his pure admiration was cut short by the rage that bubbled up again. Hoyt thinks he can have her. But she’s mine. All mine.
“Tommy what are you doing?—“
“Mine.” He growled in that deep, smooth voice of his.
“Tommy please.”
“Not allowed to touch you.” He drawled as his caressed your thighs as you sat on top of the dresser of your shared bedroom, you staring up into those hungry orbs of his. “Me only.”
“Of course!” You exclaimed, cheeks red hot with embarrassment as you wrapped your arms around your husband’s neck. You pulled him close, and he ripped his mask off hastily, pressing open mouthed kisses on your neck while you moaned into his ear. He rutted against you when you did that, his head spinning with growing lust as his huge bulge was grinding into your most private area, and your face was red and hot with pleasure.
“Tommy…” you moaned, and he pressed a kissed onto your soft lips while he undressed you.
“He can’t have you. No one can.” He growled, and you nodded vigorously, wanting nothing more than for his to keep grinding against your core.
“I’m yours, Tommy.” You sighed, throwing your head back as his hands wasted no time reaching up your shirt to grip your cute breasts in his meaty hands, his skilled fingers pinching your sensitive nipples making you squeal with delight. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he laid you softly onto your guys’s bed, hovering over you, locking you away from anyone else’s view.
After tonight, no one would look at you the same. Not after they learn that you belong to Tommy Hewitt.
Imagine sitting on Michael's face. The scruff of his beard sharp and unforgiving as it cut into your thighs. You moaned through the pain, shuddering at the feeling of euphoria which wracked through you.
It'd been a while of you on top of him, his arms wrapped around your thighs and holding you close to his mouth- just so he could bite at your thighs and lap at your folds as long as he desired.
He was just so good at it too. Had you unraveling within seconds. It just wasn't fair.
You weren't even allowed the pleasure of touching his hair, doomed to just writhe above your lover for hours on end, hopefully he'd get his fill soon. Your thighs could only hold up for so much longer.
two in one 🖤 sorry this took so long i rewrote it like four times and i still dont know how i feel about it sksbdjdksj thank u for being my first requests 🖤🖤 inbox is always open
🚫 sfw 🚫 minors
He’s wearing a mask and covered in splattered red and brown and you can’t see his face, but you’re sure he’s shocked.
He’s stopped in the doorway and stood staring at you. You’d usually rush him into the bathroom to take care of his blood soaked clothes but they look dry enough and anyways, there were other matters at hand.
It had taken all you had to keep your outfit hidden from Michael, you had only boughten it earlier that day, but his stillness in surprise had made it all worth it.
You small frame is covered in tight, red leather, all strappy and sexy and you blushed the entire time you were trying to figure out how to put it on. Your tits are pushed up and look fucking great, your nipples hard under the sheer, thin red mesh. Your ass is framed with more straps that make you look fuller than you are, and you’d been wet all day waiting for him to get home.
Michael’s brain finally kicks into action and he slowly closes the door behind him before dropping his key only the floor and stepping towards you. You step back with each step he makes and he hesitates, hand dropping slightly. You shake your head, hands raising to rest against your cheeks.
“It’s the big bad wolf.” You feign fear, chest heaving in a way that makes your tits even more pronounced and Michael raises his hand back up, coming at you in a lurch and you barely have time to turn and run, darting to the stairs. Of course you don’t get far - Michael’s hands are tight on your shoulders as he grabs you roughly, fingers leaving bruises against your naked skin. You’re able - somehow - to wiggle free from his grasp and make your way up the stairs while Michael grunts in confusion, already straining under his coveralls. You’re around the corner and into the bathroom in a second, the door slammed behind you. You fumble with the lock as Michael slams into the door. He doesn’t even bother with the handle and you step back against the wall, hands over your mouth, Michael grunting as he slams himself against the door. It doesn’t take long for the wood to creak and shatter and Michael is halfway through, wood splinters scattered across the floor. You yell and it only eggs him on, breaking down the rest of the door and forcing his hulking form through.
He looms over you, breathing hard, hand shooting out to wrap harshly around your throat, sliding you up the wall while your feet dangle uselessly. You’re so small, especially compared to his massive figure, and you know he likes to take power over you, to take advantage of your clear size difference. You’re choking under him, fingers wrapped around his wrist as he holds you up with one hand, the other slapping roughly at your tits under the lace of the fancy bra you had on. Your chest is instantly red and waves of heat wash down your spine at the loss of air. Michael squeezes you harder and you feel your eyes start to bulge - there’s a moment where you’re actually scared before Michael releases you completely, letting you drop to the floor. You choke and cough at the release, panties uncomfortably wet between your legs, and try to crawl around him and out of the bathroom. Michael easily lifts you without so much as a grunt, slinging you over his shoulder. You kick and hit at him, strength returning to your limbs with oxygen, and he seems like he doesn’t even notice. You’re carried out of the bathroom and back out into the hall before Michael stops, dropping his shoulder to again let you fall to the floor. You land painfully on your back with the wind knocked out of your lungs - you try to catch your breath again as he stops and crouches, hands between his legs as he stares down at you with a tilt to his head.
You can’t see under the mask but you know his eyes are raking over your body, taking in your slutty little outfit. He reaches forward with a hand to run a finger lightly over your chest and cup your left breast. There’s a little squeeze and he reaches over with his opposite hand to squeeze at both your tits. He rolls your nipples under your bra between his thumbs and first fingers and you fight the urge to arch your back up until his touch. He rewards you with onetwothree harsh slaps to your face, with his palm and the back of his hand and then his palm again and you see stars as your head whips against the floor. He moves, positioning himself to straddle over top of you - his massive body encases your much smaller one, his knees at the sides of your hips. Michael uses a hand to wrap around both of your wrists and pin them to the floor above you, his other on your chest. His fingers press into the soft, warm flesh between your boobs, gripping lightly at the mesh material covering you. His a bit more gentle now that you’re under his control and you can feel his thick cock straining beneath his coveralls as he slowly, gently ruts himself against your belly.
You stare up at him and all feign of fright is gone, your eyes dilated and huge with want. He stares back down at you from under his mask and slaps you again suddenly, drawing out a long moan from your lungs. He keeps you like this for what feels like hours, alternating between choking and slapping you while he grinds himself ever so slowly against you.
You’re red and sobbing, your knees wiggling against Michael’s back, and right as you feel you can’t take it anymore, right when you open your mouth to beg him, he stops. He’s panting above you and you’re sobbing below him and he only gives you a moment’s rest before he shifts into a crouch, fingers rough on your shoulders and he’s flipping you onto your stomach, the carpet rough against your face. He moves back, sitting on the backs of your knees with an arm pinning your wrists uncomfortably between your shoulders. His other hand traces down the small of your back until he reaches the high bow on your panties - his fingers curl against it slightly, gently, and he gives a pleased hum above you.
Michael continues on, his hand trailing down to cup your ass. He spanks you a couple of times, not like he did your face, but stops quick enough that you don’t have time to think about bucking back up against him. There’s a moment where Michael hesitates and then he’s back into a crouch and you’re being lifted - you find your toes under you and you’re barely strong enough to stand. Michael gives you a gentle nudge and when you don’t move, he shoves you harshly into the wall, a hand on your back pressing against you hard enough to hurt.
Michael’s opposite hand is between your legs, fingers prodding at the wet warmth of your pussy. You fucking mewl, fingers curling uselessly against the wall as you press against him, desperate for any kind of friction. Your face is throbbing, your eyes puffy and throat hoarse from crying, limbs trembling at Michael’s touch. His fingers are brutal against you, thick digits rough from the outside of your panties and he draws you to your first orgasm like this, pressing you against the wall as you shake against him. He doesn’t give you a break through it and continues while you sob out and wiggle against him, trying to get away, but he’s persistent and your second orgasm rocks you through your core, so close after your first that you’d collapse if it weren’t for Michael’s bug hands holding you up.
He pauses then, letting you come down. You’re panting against the sharp texture of the wall and you give a slight, small hiccup. Michael drops to his knees, palms at your hips and the barely there covering over your asshole is pushed to the side and you let out another long, low moan as Michael’s tongue is warm against you, lapping and pressing into your ass. You shift a hand back behind you expecting to feel Michael’s mask and you’re surprised when your fingers curl into his own long, thick locks, another moan leaking passed your lips at the thought. Michael slides a finger in next to his tongue and spends his time working your asshole open and you’re moaning the whole time, hand in his hair as your belly flutters and you clench around him. It’s not long before you find yourself sucking in three of Michael’s massive fingers greedily, soaking the front of your panties as you work yourself back against him. He pulls back with a sharp bite to both cheeks before he turns, lifting on of your thighs and then the other and shuffling himself back towards the wall. The reaches up to pull your panties fully to the side before his hands are on your ass and he’s pulling you forwards, tongue diving eagerly between your lips and lapping at your clit. He spreads your ass as he eats you out and you pant down at him, clenching desperately around nothing as you grind down against him, riding his face. You lock eyes as you cum again, Michael’s fingers slipping between you and pressing harshly into you. You’re so wet that you feel like you’re drowning - you lift a leg to rest it on Michael’s shoulder as you fuck his tongue and fingers, a hand in his hair while you raised the other to pinch feverishly at your nipples. You cum again like this, Mikey’s nose at your clit as he spreads you open with his tongue and fingers. You’re sobbing again, knees shaking and you’re begging him, whining and panting and moaning and he takes his pity, turning his head to bite at the inside of your thigh while you come down.
You sink against the wall and into his lap, shaking with your fingers curling into his coveralls. His hands are at your hips, holding you in place while he bucked up against you. You notice the feeling of his thick cock free against you and realize that he was jerking himself off as he ate you out - you moan against the side of his neck, lifting yourself on shaking legs and reaching back to guide him in. You sink fully on his thick cock and he feels like he’s in your fucking belly - it had taken a long time for you to get used to his size but now you craved nothing more than the feeling of his blunt head slamming into your cervix. Michael’s breath is warm on your face and you can feel him throbbing inside of you - he lifts your hips before pulling you back down as he bucked his own hips up and he’s even deeper and you choke around him, your arms around his shoulders.
He fucks you like this, slow and hard and deep and you get to the point where you can’t hold yourself up anymore, sobbing against Michael’s neck. He growls and lifts you, slamming you back against the carpet before flipping you again. You only have a moment to get your knees under you before he’s there again, on his knees, pushing himself under you. You’re full again as he sinks back in, the thick, heavy weight of his balls warm against your clit. Your knees instantly get carpet burn as Michael really starts fucking you, hips snapping hard enough into you that you can feel your ass jiggle under the slutty, strappy underwear and Michael grunts above you at the sight. He spanks you now, hard and in time with his brutal pace - you’re sobbing into the carpet, the fabric leaving a nasty burn against your cheek. The sound of his hips slapping into you is loud, but you’re louder and with a few deep thrusts, you’re clenching and dripping around Michael, fingers curling in the carpet as you choke out another orgasm. He fucks you through it and doesn’t let up, chasing his own high. You’d craved him all day and sure enough, the wait was well worth it - you’re sure that you’d have bruises on your ass from him ramming into you. The feel of his thick cock abusing your cervix is enough for you to lose control of your limbs, knees giving out. Michael holds you up through it, leaning back and using an arm to hold himself up as he fucks wildly, brutally into you, his other hand squeezing and kneading at your sensitive skin.
Michael’s pants get louder, his grunts turning into growls from deep in his chest as he chases his high, fucking you rough enough to see stars. He stutters and you’re filled with warmth and you shudder around him, choking and sobbing and wet and red and covered in cum and bruises. Michael’s pace slows until he stops, his softening cock slipping out of you. You moan and clench at nothing, your ruined insides fluttering as you come down. You can feel Michael leaking out of you and he presses his cum back into you, scissoring his fingers in a way that made you cry out. He shifts your panties back over your cunt, satisfied that he’d bred you well.
You lay on the floor shaking, wet, crying and Michael stands over you for a moment before reaching down to grab you. You’re once again slung over his shoulder and you hit at him weakly as he brings you to your shared bedroom. You’re laid neatly on the bed and you stare blankly up, catching your breath. Michael stares down at you from behind you hair, sweat slicked with his soft dick bobbing out of his coveralls. With a weak arm, you point to the plate you’d laid out earlier on his nightstand.
“Little red brought treats.” Your voice is weak and hoarse and Michael tilts his head at you before following your finger. There’s a small, slight curl to his lips as he takes in the treats - a bowl of store bought baked goods.
tw: smut, repost from old blog, squirting, overstimulation, size kink
requested: no
Pursuing the Shape of Haddonfield is not an easy task. It's more than likely that you were an intended victim but for reasons unknown, Michael had spared you from an untimely demise. You thought your paths would cross once and be done with it, but Michael kept coming back.
The stresses of your job weighed heavy on your mind and you found yourself thinking of the allusive Michael in the middle of the night when the world seemed much too loud and you'd become rather restless. It was not the first nor the last time where your hand slips beneath the band of your pajama shorts to toy at your soaked folds with gentle fingers. You craved something more, something unbridled--animalistic. You craved him.
Unfortunately, no matter how many times you tried, you weren't able to make yourself cum. You lay there, shirt pushed past your breasts and shorts low on your hips. A thin layer of sweat dampens your skin and you snarl out in frustration, turning forcefully on your side and yanking the blanket over your head where you fall into a fitful sleep.
Early the following morning, despite a torrential rain, you'd notice him on your way to and from work. His tall frame is often half-hidden by the shrubbery, a tall tree, or a neighbor's white fence. He'd been appearing more and more lately and it did nothing to quell your thoughts of him.
You had done well not to try not to think of him during your whole work day, keyword try. That came to a screeching halt when you were face-to-face with his expressionless mask staring down at you when you approached him. Finding him waiting still as a statue on the back porch of your modest-sized townhouse was nothing you thought you'd ever see. Giving him a once over, you notice that his knife is nowhere in sight, yet he seemed to be waiting for you.
His head cocks to the side, shadows from the eyeholes of his mask made his deep blue eyes appear all the more dark, swallowed by large black pupils. You notice his ungodly large hand is pressed over his right pectoral muscle, crimson blooms from beneath his fingers. You sigh, scratching the back of your neck knowing you're an idiot for even asking.
"Want to come inside? I'll patch you up."
Michael lumbers into your home with heavy thuds of his muddy boots and you're quick to make sure no one notices that you've invited a literal serial killer into your home. You remove your shoes and motion him to follow you into the bathroom. He sits down on the edge of the bathtub and looks up at you expectantly.
You feel his eyes bore into your back as you rifle through your medicine cabinet to retrieve a First-Aid Kit. You turn around to face him and carefully approach him.
"Can you slip off your coveralls for me, Michael, please? I need to be able to clean the wound." You smile gently. Michael unbuttons his coveralls and slips them down his shoulders and allows them to pool down at his waist, completely bare beneath the fabric. His upper torso is littered in scars and bruises, the largest scar is along his ribcage that nearly reaches his navel. Below his belly button was a thin trail of blonde hairs that dipped beneath the waistband of his outfit and the slight bulge of his cock distorting the smoothness of the fabric. You swallowed thickly and chose to ignore the burning heat that settles into your core.
You carefully applied alcohol to a cotton pad, allowing the liquid to absorb fully into the material before you slowly approached him. You stood in front of him trying to ignore the fact you were nearly straddling his large thigh.
"I'll be as gentle as I can but this may sting a bit, please try not to move, okay?" You apply soft pressure and he immediately catches your wrist in his large hand with a low grunt. You topple forward in surprise, his knee pushing against your core and you let out a sharp gasp, mouthing opening into an O shape. Michael stills, head cocked to the side as his gaze pierces you.
Embarrassed, your cheeks flushed pink and you fumble to apologize. Michael relinquishes his hold on your wrist and remains statuesque to allow you to finish cleaning his wound, which you're relieved is only a cut and nothing more serious.
Night falls and Michael has long since left when you retire to your bed. You decide to leave the door unlocked in case he wants to return. With earbuds shoved in your ears you eagerly fish out your favorite vibrator out of your nightstand and settle back into bed; among your pillow of fluffy pillows, turning on the little vibrator.
Eyes slipping shut, a low keen sighs from your lips as the buzzing toy brushes along your outer folds. Circling along your lips, legs parting eagerly with an arch in your back you pump the toy inside of you a few times before taking it out to make small, repetitive circles along your clit. The vibrator catches your clit and you moan out into the night, panting heavily.
"M-Michael, f-fuck, I want you so bad, baby... I wanna feel good..." you whine, biting your lip hard as you rock your hips into your toy. You could feel yourself clenching around nothing, desperately craving for something much thicker than your toy. A sudden tight grip on your thighs has your eyes snapping open and a hand covering your mouth before you can scream.
Michael kneels on the bed, hulking frame dwarfing yours in shadows. You hadn’t even heard the thunderous giant to come in. You flush and attempt to close your legs but the grip he has on both of them is firm, yet not unwelcome. His gaze glowers down on you, from your flushed, sweaty body accented by the moonlight of your open window to your perked nipples, and your glistening cunt on full display for him.
You swallow thickly as he pushes your knees back til they reach your shoulders, wrapping your arms around your legs and completely bared yourself to him. Michael presses a large hand to your stomach, tapping his thumb against your clit causing your body to jolt. He rubs messy circles into you, mimicking what you presume he had seen only a few moments ago. After all, Michael was always nearby.
Clothes shred when Michael rips open his coveralls, a few broken buttons clattering to the floor fresh with blood and frees his impressive hard cock. He's gone commando, which you're not surprised. Michael grasps himself with a rough hand, hissing through clenched teeth that's muffled from behind his mask. He lowers his hips as he sinks into you, a burning stretch unlike any other you've experienced trembles up your body.
The pace he sets is fast, rocking the headboard into the wall with fearsome thrusts-- you just know the posts of your bed will have dented the drywall. You can feel the strength radiating from his hips, that alone keeping you pinned to one place. Michael slumps forward with a large hand splayed next to your head for balance and the other trails up to grasp your throat.
Your vision spirals into seeing stars and your mouth parts into a breathless whine, hips rutting up into his to accept more of his cock. You've never felt this good in such a long time, too many nights where you've failed to make yourself cum long forgotten as he drills himself balls-deep into you. Michael releases his hold on your throat lightly, allowing air to flow back into your lungs. Your arms abandon their post at your legs and find purchase across his back, nails scraping red lines into pale skin.
"M-Michael, fuck! Y-you feel so good, baby," you words slur, face pressed into his neck. Legs hooking over his hips, you squeal softly as you’re lifted off the bed; just barely hovering over the mattress. His large hand cups your ass, his other hand pressed against the back of your skull, fingers knotted in your beautiful hair. You cling to him desperately while he fucks into you, breasts squished to his chest and legs squirming to stay locked onto this beastly man. Every brush of his pubic bone into your clit sends shock waves of pleasure until you're sent hurtling over the edge into your orgasm, crying out his name and clenching down tightly on his cock. His speed doesn't decrease and you're immediately aware of a new sensation budding in your tightening abdomen.
Alarm floods your system, thinking you're going to pee and you try to scramble from his grasp, warn him--anything!
"A-ah, fuck, Michael! S-something feels weird! W-we should stop for a second!" Michael says nothing but snarls in your ear through his mask and you unravel once more; squirting your essence all over his taut stomach and strong thighs.
When you think Michael couldn't possibly fuck into you any harder, he pace increases tenfold hips colliding into your own, balls smacking into your ass. He's snarling and growling deep in your ear, each time making you clamp down on him involuntarily. His hand leaves your hair to clutch your hip with a bruising grip, nails biting into your skin and leaving crescent moon shapes in their wake. He pushes you down onto the bed, pressing his full weight into your smaller stature so hard it knocks the wind out of you momentarily
He folds you over in a mating press, body pliant and flexible thanks to your orgasm. His hot load floods your cunt, heavy balls releasing years worth of pent-up aggression til you're overflowing. He's overstuffing your cunt with his cum, having no semblance of overstimulation as he humps his raw, red cock and forcing more of his cum inside despite how it leaks from your pussy and slides down the curve of your ass in large drops.
Michael finally removes himself from you a few minutes later, cum gushing out of your pretty abused cunt. You smile up at him sleepily, arms hung loose around his shoulders before you slowly retract yourself from him and turn on your side, eyes slipping shut heavily far too tired to keep them open any longer.
Fatigue seizes hold of your body, hypersensitivity buzzing within your fingertips. On the brink of sleep, you're barely aware of the sound of rustling clothing and lips touching the crown of your head before the darkness of a well-deserved claims you.
