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Hi! not sure if you’re comfortable writing this but if you are, can you write how venture from overwatch would feel and comfort their girlfriend when she opens up about her sexual assault? Angsty/ Fluff? Trying to find ways to cope about it since it happened to me recently and venture is a huge comfort character for me. Thank you <3
I'm so sorry this happened to you, anon 💔 In any other scenario, I would 100% be down to write for you, but SA is actually a pretty sensitive topic for me. I will say, if you need to vent, rant, or just talk in general, my DMs are open if you want someone to talk to. Or if you would like to remain anonymous, you can, of course, use my ask box to just drop some stuff without me replying/knowing it's you. I won't reply to anything publicly after this, but I will keep you in my thoughts. I'm sorry I'm not able to do more for you during these difficult times.
“can I paint your nails?” you ask from your couch.
the two of you are hanging out at your apartment. you're sitting on the couch reading a book, and vi’s going through your cabinets, looking for food to satiate her never-ending hunger.
your question causes her to pause her search, and she peeks at you from behind the open cabinets.
“uh, sure, i guess,” she mumbles out. she's never been one to do things she considers 'girly', like painting her nails or shopping for clothes.
“don't look so scared, vi. i bought a new nail color yesterday and i think you'll like it,” you say as you get up from the couch, your book now lying facedown on your coffee table. vi watches you rush into your room to grab said nail polish, and you're rushing back out with a smile on your face.
you urge her to sit on the couch while you set up your supplies on the coffee table. a couple of seconds later, you're joining her on the couch and grabbing one of her hands, inspecting her fingers.
“you really should take care of your hands better, babe,” you say as you start to clean up the dirt under her nails, clipping her hangnails and pushing back her cuticles.
“you know they'll just get all messed up again,” she huffs out, wincing a bit as you accidentally clip a little healthy skin.
“sorry,” you say quietly, thinking about her current profession, all the fights and battles she gets into. sensing your dampened mood, vi cups your face with her free hand, turning your gaze up to look at her.
“don't get all depressed, babe. if it makes you feel better, you can patch me up and paint my nails whenever you want,” she says with a smile. you huff out a little laugh before leaning up to give her a kiss, her hand reaching down to grip the side of your neck, pulling you in deeper.
“i love you vi,” you say once you part, looking down to work on her other hand.
“love you too, doll,” she says back, watching you fondly as you work hard to make her hands look pretty.
a few moments later, you're putting your tools down and reaching over to get the bottle of nail polish. vi straightens up as soon as she sees the color, her face twisted a little.
“uh, babe, not really sure that color is really my style,” she says cautiously, not wanting to hurt your feelings. you chuckle a little, anticipating her reluctant reaction.
“i know this isn't usually your style, but they're the same color as your eyes,” you say, glancing up at her through your lashes. you can see the shocked look on her face before she slumps back, her face reddening as she grumbles incoherently.
you only shake your head at her reaction before painting her nails, feeling your own cheeks warm a little too.
the next afternoon, you're startled by a loud knock on your front door. you know it's vi by the way the knocking is loud and impatient. immediately, you rush to the door, hoping she's not in too terrible shape.
swinging the door open, vi’s leaning against the frame. you can see her left eye is bruised and swollen, and so is her cheek. her nose is crooked, and she's got blood smeared down her nose and under her busted lip.
thankfully, she doesn't seem like she's hurt anywhere else, but it doesn’t stop the tears from welling up in your eyes. “babe,” you say wobbily, reaching to pull her into your apartment.
but she just grunts. “don't worry about it too much, doll, i know you'll patch me up real good,” she says, her voice gravelly and strained, flopping down onto the couch as you rush around your apartment gathering medical supplies.
“y/n,” she calls out, making you stop your frenzy and look over at her. “do you think you could uh, get that nail polish. nails got all chipped beating the shit outta the other guy. i know how much it means to you that my nails look pretty or whatever,” she says, not meeting your eyes.
“of course,” you say softly, leaving the room to grab said nail polish. you're making your way to the couch a few moments later, medical supplies and nail polish in your hands. you sit down next to her and immediately get to work. dabbing up dried blood and applying ointment to all the cuts and scratches on her face.
you wince every time she does, hating every second that she's in pain. vi can see the stress on your face, not sure 100% how to help ease your tension, she starts to talk about her day. she talks about how it started off normal, doing routine shit before leading up to the fight she gets into. she can see that her story only causes you more stress, but she only smirks.
“but if you think i look bad, doll, you should see the other guy,” she chuckles out, cupping your face and pulling you into a sweet kiss.
you and cole were always put on the same missions. the two of you had good chemistry both on and off the field, which helped missions get done quickly with relatively no issues.
the two of you flirted here and there, but it never led to anything more, trying to keep your relationship with each other as professional as possible.
so you were more than shocked when cole presented to you a small wooden horse. he claimed that he carved it on the way to and from missions. he said it was something to keep his hands and mind occupied.
"it can be your lucky charm if yer into that. but I'm hopin' this trinket can be my lucky opportunity to get you to go on a date with me."
of course, you don't deny him; you're excited to see where your relationship with him may lead.
been in the drafts since like july. it's also super rushed too :(
there's a lot of things vi loves about you.
she loves the way you do your hair. she loves the way you talk, your fashion sense, the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you're passionate about. she loves every little thing about you.
she especially loves it when you make pathetic little whimpers while she pins you down to the bed, eating you out like you're her last meal. her heavy arms pinning your thighs down to the bed, leaving no room for you to squirm.
and you take it like the good girl that you are. lips trembling, eyes glassy, toes curling. and vi can't help but take it all in as she slurps and sucks at your cunt desperately. like she's taking pleasure from eating you out.
which she is. your cute little whimpers and your dewy eyes spilling tears down your cheeks, it all makes her grind down onto the bed, hoping to catch some relief. and with the way her moans vibrate against your clit paired with the wet, squelching sound of her mouth on your pussy, it has you dripping down her face.
your mess coats her chin and all the way down her neck, almost reaching her chest. but she doesn't care; a mess never stopped her from doing what she loved.
"vi, please," you whimper out, gripping her hair, hoping she would let up just a little bit. but she pays no mind to you, continuing her onslaught, licking and slurping you until you're cumming on her face.
she can tell you're getting close now. instead of pushing her away, you're pulling her head into you, your legs wrapped around her, keeping her close to you.
"m-more, i'm almost there vi," you moan out, your pillowy lips pouting and trembling. thankfully, she heeds your request. her hands grip your thighs, her grip hard enough to keep your legs from moving, leaving little bruises to be found in the morning. between licking stripes up and down your pussy, she wraps her lips around your throbbing clit, sucking hard.
"oh god vi! i'm cumming," in an instant, you're cumming on her face. your release dripping down her face, legs putting her in a near chokehold. but she doesn't let up, woking you through your orgasm 'til you've had enough.
finally, she removes her mouth from your swollen pussy. "you came a lot this time," she taunts as she gesture to the big stain under the two of you.
"shut up," you huff out. "you wouldn't let up and now we have to clean the sheets." at your mention of cleaning, she gives you a questioning look.
"i hope you're not gonna clean them now, cuz i'm not done with you yet."
notes | this took a turn i didn't expect it to. i enjoyed writing it regardless
toji + camgirl
as of late, toji has been looking forward to holidays. halloween, christmas, new years. all of them have him excited.
but not excited in the way that everyone else is. toji doesn’t do the family or the bonding, or the traditions shit on holidays.
no.
he’s usually alone, in the dark, on his bed, pumping his thick cock to the sight of you fucking yourself with a holiday-themed dildo.
tonight, you’re dressed up as a succubus. or that’s what he assumes that’s what you’re going for when he sees the dark red lingerie on your body and fake horns on your head.
the sight of your lackluster succubus costume has his dick hard, granted though, it doesn't take much for his dick to get hard. At least when it comes to you.
so, like usual, he’s sitting on his bed, back leaning against the wall, watching you pleasure yourself on his phone.
his phone is in one hand and his rock-hard cock is in the other, stroking it at a leisurely pace.
he watches you as you go through the little bit that you usually do at the beginning of your streams.
you thank the viewers, show off gifts, and flirt with the people in the comments. All things that bore him to death.
sure, he knows that makes him a loser, just wanting you to ‘get on with it’, but it’s a major turn-off to see you force yourself to flirt with even bigger losers.
he notices that you’ve finally adjusted yourself away from the camera to lay back on your bed. he can feel himself getting excited and adjusts himself to be a bit more comfortable. his hands grip his cock a bit tighter as he watches you run your hands up and down your body, sensually running them over your mound and groping at your breasts.
you’re a special sight to see and hear. the soft moans you let out as you caress your body, if he was the type of guy, he’d bust a load right now. But he’s not that type of guy, he likes to make his orgasms count, especially when it comes to watching you.
he watches as you unhook your red bra and begins to tweak and tease your nipples, your legs spreading open to show the wet spot forming on your panties.
he can see in the corner of his eyes the comments are forming faster now, but he maintains focus on you and stroking his cock. one of your hands has moved away from your breast to rub yourself through your panties.
your soft moans start to get more pronounced and your hips jerk up a little every time the rough fabric of your panties catches your clit.
toji strokes his cock faster, matching the pace at that your hand rubs pussy over your panties.
he can see that you’re getting close just from rubbing yourself, and he knows you’re about to stop. and just like clockwork, you do. a dazed look in your eyes and a shy, dopey smile on your face as you sit up and reach off-camera to grab your dildo of the night.
but you surprise him and your hand brings into the camera what looks like a bag of blood.
the sight of the bag of gore makes him release his cock from his hand and stare at his phone with concern.
“don’t worry guys!” you say quickly. “it’s just corn syrup and food dye!”
your explanation doesn’t lessen his concerns.
the fake blood play is kind of extreme for you to do. sure, you’ve played into a lot of crazy fantasies and stuffed way too big dildos inside of you, but the fake blood throws him off.
maybe it’s because he’s so closely involved with real blood.
but, he can be a man who is open to new things, so he relaxes again a watches as you lean off again to grab a towel and situate yourself on top of it.
you dip your hand into a bag, so the corn syrup mixture lightly coats your hand, and you start to rub your breasts with both hands again.
the fake blood glides across your skin and breasts with ease. a slick sound comes from toji’s phone, which causes him to grip his cock and stroke it harder. he didn’t think this would turn him on so much.
you stop your ministrations on your upper body, your chest, and torso streaked with fake blood.
you wipe your sticky hands on your towel and grab your dildo and lube from off-camera. you place your items next to you as you start to shimmy off your panties.
as you get fully naked, toji can't help but notice what kind of dildo you have for tonight. it’s large, maybe 8 or 9 inches. it’s a human-shaped one with a red and black marbled color going on. it fits the whole succubus theme, which is to be expected.
now you’re drizzling the lube onto the dildo, rubbing it up and down the length before leaning back onto your elbows.
you take the dildo to your core, circling the tip around your hole. you’re soaked and he can hear it.
toji strokes his cock at the same pace that you’re circling the dildo around your hole. he can feel the early signs of his release coming and lets go of his cock to last longer.
you finally stuff the dildo inside you with a drawn-out moan. you quickly begin to thrust it in and out of you with wet squelches.
the sounds your pussy makes, and the way it stretches around that thick dildo has toji’s stomach clenched in need. so he wraps his hand around his cock and beings to stroke it at the same pace you’re thrusting the dildo inside of you.
he stops for a moment to spit in his hand so it can glide up and down his cock. he strokes it from base to tip over and over. making sure to occasionally swipe the tip with his thumb.
he’s in sync with you. the way he’s stroking himself, when he moans, it’s all lined up to you.
he can feel himself nearing his release, and he can tell you’re close too. he can see the way that you’re creaming around the dildo, your juices dripping down onto the towel below you.
your thrusts and moans are getting more erratic and your hips are jumping every time you slam the dildo into your g-spot.
you start to go faster so he starts to go faster, eager to cum with you at the same time. your free hand is clenching the sheets and towel below you, you thrust the dildo into you a few more times before you let it go – leaving it inside you – and begin to rub your clit frantically.
he speeds up the pace on his cock as well. the mixture of the fast pace on his cock and the wet sounds coming from both of you has him teetering on the edge of his release.
as soon as he sees you clenching your toes, your pussy creaming and drooling over the dildo, he can feel himself cumming all over his hand. he lets out low moans at the feeling of his release. you’re convulsing on your bed, loud moans coming from his phone speakers.
you both take a moment to collect your breaths before you get up to do a final conversation with the viewers and he gets up to clean himself off.
after he’s taken a quick shower, he lies in bed, staring up at the ceiling. he ponders over the stream you had today. the fake blood was a surprise but he’s intrigued by how turned on he was at the sight of you covered in blood.
he gets distracted from his thoughts when he hears footsteps make their way down the hall, and a few moments later, the door to his room opening then closes.
he turns his head to see you, all cleaned up with freshly washed hair and in your pajamas.
“how’d you like it?” you ask as you crawl under the covers and cuddle up to him.
“the blood was a surprise, but i was into it,” he confesses, wrapping an arm around you.
“i still have some more left over,” you whisper up at him from his chest. he gazes down to look at your face.
you’re still horny, he can tell by the way your eyes are glazed over and the way that you’re breathing heavily. it's enough to make him hard again.
“well, what are you waitin’ for, go get it,” he commands gruffly.
you scamper out of the bed and out of the room, getting the supplies for the long night ahead of you.
in all his years of living, all his past relationships, zhongli never though he’s be a family man. Never thought he’d have an opportunity or an interest in a family
but here he is, pounding into you with a passion with hopes of breeding you.
his cock is rock hard inside of you, pressing into your g-spot with every harsh thrust.
he’s made you cum twice so far, working desperately for your third orgasm and his second of the night.
he’s got your legs over his broad shoulders, his face so close to yours he can feel your every pant. he can see every pore and beauty mark on your face.
you’re so beautiful.
you’re the perfect woman for his children.
he can’t wait to see you swollen and glowing with his children.
just the thought has him pounding harder and deeper inside you, filling you up past your limits.
the thought of you bearing his children unleashes a deep, primal urge inside him. to keep fucking you and filling you up until he’s absolutely positive he’s impregnated you.
and he has every intention of doing so.
he presses hot kisses onto your mouth moving them down your neck leaving little red marks in their wake.
you moan at the combined feeling of his kisses and his cock pressing deep inside of you. you can feel your release nearing.
the way your stomach clenches and your heart starts to race even faster, you both know you're close to the edge.
zhongli reaches one of his hands down to play with your clit, alternating between quick swipes and drawn-out circles over it.
the touches over your clit is the final push for your release. it's not as intense as your other ones, but just as pleasurable.
your release drips down onto the sheets of your bed, joining the remains of your previous orgasms.
zhongli revels in how beautiful you look when you cum. the way your eyes shut and your perfect lips drop open to let you low, tired moans. you glow with the way that the sweat on your face and body shines from the sunlight coming from the window.
the feeling of you clenching around him has him drawing near to his own orgasm.
his whole body tenses as he releases inside you, his hips still inside you, pressing deep, filling you up. he's sure he's impregnated you now.
you both moan softly at the feeling of him filling you up. it's warm. it's comforting. you don't look forward to the sticky feeling when he pulls out.
he stares at you for a moment as he catches his breath. your eyes are barely open, he can tell he's worn you out.
carefully, he pulls out of you, taking your legs off of his shoulders. you groan lowly at the feeling of your legs being released from their stretch and the way his cum drips out of you.
it's hard for zhongli to not get hard again at the sight of his seed dripping out of you. but he resists. he's worn you out, and now it's time to relax and recover.
against your unconvincing protests, he get you out of bed, into the bathroom, and onto the toilet so you can pee. he starts a warm bubble bath for you to relax your sore muscles.
he walks out of the restroom to grab a book to read to you while you take your bath. as he tries to pick a good book, he can't help but imagine this scenario, but you have a swollen belly and tender breasts, and he can't help but smile.
after he picks a book, he makes his way to the bathroom, ready to read your aches and worries away.
alhaitham doesn’t understand the point of certain holidays.
sure, he understood that most were designed so people could have time off from their jobs and be with their families, but holidays like tonight? he never understood why people dressed up, going door to door asking for candy. it seemed so risky and childish.
though he supposes that’s why it’s so popular among children.
which brings him to why he can’t seem to understand why it’s so popular among adults. due to this lack of understanding, he keeps to himself on this holiday. either holed away at the academia or in his home with a book in his hands.
but now that he’s entered a relationship with you, you’ve made it difficult to keep to himself today.
around 7 o’clock, you’re bursting through his front door, dressed up as an eremite minus the blindfold. though he finds it mildly concerning that you’ve dressed up as a criminal, he can’t help but think how attractive you look in the costume.
the way your top is cropped to show your stomach. he finds himself placing his book over his crotch as his eyes follow the length of your legs up to the curve of your ass as you spin around to give him the full view of your outfit.
“i assume you’re here to drag me out for a night on the town?” he asks.
“nope!” you say with a pop.
“i’ve got something else planned for us tonight,” you say, a smirk forming on your face. you walk over to where he’s sitting on his chair and grab his hand, pulling it to make him get up.
he gets up, and the book covering his lap falls to the floor with a thud. but he doesn’t care. not when you’ve got this look in your eye like you're about to devour him whole.
it’s rare that he ever feels this way, but he can’t help but be excited.
he can feel his pants tighten with each step the two of you take to his bedroom.
he’s so damn excited.
his heart is pounding, sweat dripping from his neck, his eyes racing up and down your body as you guide him just a few more steps.
as soon as the two of you make it into his room, you slam the door and press him into it, your mouth attacking his neck and collarbone as your hands rush to unbutton his jeans and roam underneath his shirt.
his hands wander your body at the same time. up and down your back. down to your thighs and back up under your skirt, firmly groping your ass.
you can’t get enough of each other.
it takes you a moment before you’ve gotten him fully naked. you remove yourself from his body to take a look at him.
he’s panting, his eyes glazed in lust. he’s got red hickeys running up and down both sides of his neck. but nothing compares to his angry, red cock that bounces with every heavy breath he takes.
you can't help but squeeze your legs together. you get the feeling that if you didn’t, your arousal would drip through your panties and down your legs.
you give him a quick smirk though. and then you’re pulling off your soaked panties and crawling onto the bed.
“i’ve been a bad girl,” you say lowly while making yourself comfortable on the bed, still in your costume.
“i’ve been doing illegal activities and attacking unsuspecting travelers, and i think i need to be straightened out. think you can help me?” the sultry look on your face has him struggling to breathe.
he didn’t have many girlfriends before you. didn’t have a lot of sex with them either.
but you, you were different.
always eager for anything and everything. brought him out of his comfort zone, but in a good way.
he’s excited now.
yes, in the horny way, but also in the way someone gets when they know something absolutely amazing is going to happen to them.
so, he wastes no time pouncing on you.
“you’ve been a bad girl huh? Iiguess a punishment is in line for you then,” he growls into your ear.
his hands are roaming your body. groping your clothed breasts, gripping at the soft flesh of your bare ass, running his hand over your mound. it has you writhing underneath him, desperate for more.
“yes, please. i need punishment ‘haitham,” you whimper out.
that’s all he needs before he’s flipping you onto your stomach and pushing his cock into you.
the stretch of his abrupt entrance burns, but it’s delicious and has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
your moans increase as his hands move off of your body and pull on your pigtails, lifting your head up off the bed.
he’s fast and hard inside of you. pounding away at your sweet spot. your toes curl inside your shoes as his balls slap against your clit with no signs of stopping.
he lets go of one of your pigtails to flip up your skirt and land heavy slaps on your ass. the stinging feeling has you moaning out and tears welling in your eyes. It hurt, but you love it.
“m-more ‘haitham. please,” you whine out desperately
“don’t, tell me what to do. criminals like you don’t get a say in their treatment.”
his harsh words make your cunt clench. you love the way he’s treating you now, like some whorish criminal desperate for a cock. and you are for the most part.
a whore desperate for his cock.
alhaitham has to hold himself back. with each action he does and each word he says, it’s making you wetter than he’s ever seen before. your slick and cream is dripping onto your thigh-high socks, dripping onto his own thighs, and the sheets below you.
he knows that if he keeps thrusting inside of you, he’ll come to an early release, and he wants to draw this for as long as he possibly can. so he releases your pigtail out of his hand, letting your head drop onto the bed, and pulls out of you, making you whine in frustration.
“quiet slut, and come over here,’ he commands as he moves to sit on the edge of the bed. he watches you scurry to where he is through the full-length mirror across from his head, and an idea pops into his head.
when you’re right next to him, he tells you to pull off your skirt, then he pulls you onto his lap. your back resting on his chest, his legs in between your own, spreading them so he can see your soaked pussy through the mirror.
“look at that greedy pussy. not only are you a criminal, but a whore desperate for my cock.”
his hands are running up and down your thighs before one is holding down your writhing hips and the other is swiping two fingers across your swollen clit before landing a harsh smack onto your soaked cunt.
you cry out but his hand flies up to your face and squishes your cheeks together to silence you.
“you don’t get to complain,” he growls into your ear, still focused on your red, dripping cunt through the mirror.
he takes his hand off of your face to grip your other hip and he’s lifting your body up and positioning you over his stiff cock. he then drops you harshly onto his cock.
you can’t help but let out a loud moan at the stretch and the deepness of his cock being inside you.
he starts to thrust into you again, no longer caring if you moan or complain, focused solely on the way your cunt stretches around his cock. the way your pussy begins to cream and drool around him, making a mess on his lap.
as his hips are thrusting inside of you, he grips your and lifts them up and slams them down every time he thrusts inside of you.
the tip of his cock is slamming into your cervix and brushing against your g-spot. it has you reeling, eyes rolled up into the back of your hair, mouth wide open with drool dripping onto your chin. you're a mess.
and he’s watching you with a predatory gaze through the mirror.
his hands stop lifting you up and down his cock, he moves one behind him onto the bed to keep him steady and the other one swirls over your clit in rhythm with his hips.
you’re close to cumming. he can feel it in the way your cunt clenches, the way your hips twitch, the way your stomach tightens, and your neck strains.
with a few rough swipes across your clit you’re cumming all over his cock. creaming and squirting all over his cock and the mirror.
the way you're clenching a creaming around him sends his hips into a frenzy, overstimulating you, drawing out your orgasm.
he can feel himself on the brink of cumming, in seconds, he’s spraying inside you, filling you to the brim with his cum.
he groans loudly from the feeling around you as he cums and the sight of his cum leaking out of your swollen cunt.
he lifts you off of his cock and rests you on the top of his thighs, his cock resting on your back, getting softer by the second, but that changes once he sees your face in the mirror.
you’re looking at him, your eyes glazed over with lust, a smirk on your exhausted face.
he knows that you have more in store for him tonight and he’s ready for it.
notes| y'all, this one is a damn treat. had me feeling a certain type of way the whole time i was writing it...😮💨
uzui tengen + squirting
aside from being a hashira, tengen’s favorite thing to do is pleasure you, in any way that he can. whether it be a foot or back massage or pleasure in the bedroom, nothing made him happier than seeing you content and satisfied.
which is why he was more than willing to destress you today after a long day of work at your boutique. the customers today were so demanding, you were low on stock and overall, you just had a really bad day.
so here you are, laid down on your futon, your husband’s face between your legs.
you can tell he’s eager, with the way he’s frantically lapping at your folds, occasionally dragging his tongue across your clit to tease you.
he eats you out like a ravished beast, sloppy and noisy.
you can feel the way the mixture of your juices and his saliva drip down you and onto the futon. the noises he makes are obscene. a mix of his deep groans and the wet, slick sound of him devouring you fills the room, leaving no room for your own moans to be heard.
he finally brings more attention to your clit.
licking and sucking without stopping. between every drawn-out lick of your clit, he sucks it harshly. you try to close your legs, but his solid arms quickly wrap around your thighs, leaving you no room to move.
so you do the next best thing.
you quickly reach down to grab his hair to ground yourself. tugging it with every suck and slurp he makes.
he loves it when you tug on his hair. it lights an unwavering fire in him that has him tightening his grip around your legs and his tongue prodding your entrance before snaking its way inside you.
his tongue wiggles and writhes inside you, searching for your sweet spot. he occasionally pulls his head back to graze his teeth across your clit, sending shivers up and down your spine.
you're almost at your limit and he can tell.
with the way your fingers are digging into his scalp, how your legs are resisting his grip. from his quick glances up at your face, he can see the tears welling up in your eyes, your mouth wide open, letting your moans out loudly and freely. it’s a sight he’s willing to argue that nothing else could compare to it.
suddenly, he’s removed his tongue from inside you, removed his arms from your legs and he’s hovering over you, between your legs.
he has his hands running up and down your sweaty body, taking you in. you let out soft little moans, the feeling of his hands relaxing you.
your eyes are lidded with lust and fatigue, but you keep your eyes focused entirely on him.
you’re taking in the way his mouth is shiny with your juices, the way his hair is a tangled mess, the way sweat drips from his neck down to his chiseled chest.
one of his hands moves to rest on one of your breasts and the other on your pubic bone.
the hand on your pubic bone moves down, covering your heat entirely with his hand before sticking two fingers inside of you.
you let out a low moan, his thick fingers stretching you out deliciously.
he starts slowly, letting you adjust to the sudden intrusion. the squelching sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of you fills the bedroom.
your eyes have fully closed now, completely overtaken by pleasure.
tengen is taken by you. you looked ethereal in his eyes.
your eyes closed in pleasure, your mouth open, little moans escaping. The way you’re shiny with sweat. there’s not a more beautiful sight than this. nothing is more beautiful than you.
he lowers his mouth onto yours. he swirls his tongue in your mouth, letting you taste yourself, and you can’t help but moan out against his mouth.
he starts to pick up his pace. the palm slapping against your clit. his fingers curled up, tapping your g-spot with every thrust of his hand.
the feeling has you turning your head to let out loud moans. your hands find his back and the sheets, gripping and scratching at them to keep yourself grounded.
he once again picks up his pace. this time, alternating between curling and scissoring his fingers inside you. his palm now slapping against your clit and your moans become louder with each thrust of his hands.
your hips wiggle and writhe but it doesn’t slow down his brutal pace. the wet slapping sounds fill up the room, and the sound turns you on, more than you already are.
“t-tengen, I feel something,” you whimper out, feeling a pressure building in your abdomen. a pressure you’ve never felt before.
“it’s okay baby, just relax,” he soothes, his hand never letting up its pace. he moves his free hand from your breast up to your face to cup it and leans down to kiss you once again.
the pleasure and pressure are building up inside you. you're moaning, practically squealing against his lips.
he leans back from you, hand still inside you, and uses his other hand to press against your lower abdomen. the pressure is more intense now and you're not holding any moans back.
you can feel the pressure in your abdomen start to come to a crescendo, in seconds you're panting and moaning out, pleasure overtaking you.
you can feel your cum squirting out of you, something you’ve never experienced before. it splatters all over your legs, his arm, and his lower abdomen, completely soaking everything around you.
his eyes are blown wide as he watches you cum, completely entranced. his mouth gaped before narrowing into a smirk.
“i wanna watch you do that again,” he says as he lowers his mouth onto your sensitive cunt, completely soaked with your cum.
you look at him for a moment, panting, before you throw your arm over your eyes, preparing yourself for the long night ahead of you.
one thing that amazed you about your toshi was his size. he towered over everyone and everything. his size was also the thing that turned you on the most.
the way his fingers are too much to take when he preps you for his thick cock. the way his body completely engulfs yours when he’s pounding into you without stopping.
just like he’s doing now. his muscular arms resting on either side of your head. his face is so close to yours, you could feel every heavy pant of his.
he’s got you folded. your legs resting on his shoulders, stomachs touching. you can feel him so deep inside of you. his cock is so thick, it stretches you so good. and with the way he’s got you pressed, it’s like he’s fucking you into a daze.
toshi loves the way you look so small underneath him. the way that he can overpower you, fold you up, and fuck you however he sees fit.
and you would take him like a champ. the same way you are now. creaming and squirming on his cock, making a mess of yourself and the sheets underneath you.
your velvety walls clench tightly around him when he hits a sensitive spot inside you, causing him to groan.
the way you’re so tight, it’s almost suffocating. his cock is already sensitive as it is, but with the way your pussy chokes his cock, he’s on the brink of release in minutes.
soon he has you spasming around him. pussy tightening like a vice, your cum soaking his thighs and abdomen. the way you tighten around him has his stomach tightened up, his cum spraying deep inside you.
he’s tired at this point. but, his stamina from being an athlete has him persevering through the fatigue, desperate to feel you cum on his cock like that again.
he loves to watch scary movies with you. he loves the thrill, the horror, the screaming. he also loves the way you press up against him, holding onto his arm and fear. each one of your terrified little whimpers causes his erection to grow. he can barely focus on the movie now, watching your movements, intensely, the lesson, his eyes growing. it takes longer than he wants for you to notice his heated gaze, so he grabs your chin and draws your attention away from the movie.
“is there something you need? i'm tryna watch the movie babe,” you say somewhat annoyed.
“i need you,” he says huskily and moves your head to look at the boner he’s sporting. “can you help me, angel?”
you move your eyes to take him in. a sheen of sweat on his face, his eyes lid and his chest rising and falling with each heavy lust-filled breath. your gaze travels down to his hard-on again, you can tell it is large and heavy. you could practically see it throbbing through his pants.
you reach your hand to rest over him. just a simple touch was enough to make him sigh in pleasure and drop his hand from your face. he leans his head on the back of the couch, his eyes closed in pleasure.
“need you to ride me, baby girl,” he says huskily. his glazed-over eyes are once again looking at you in need.
“anything for you,” you say with a slight smirk and adjust yourself to take off your pants and panties, tossing them behind you.
he groans out at the sight of your bare pussy. “you’re already so wet for me,” he groans out, a hint of amusement laced in his voice. but you don’t say anything back, too focused on moving your hands to pull his thick cock out of his pants and moving yourself to hover over his lap.
you take his cock and slide it up and down your pussy. the wetness of it makes him groan out and the way his tip catches your clit makes you shiver in pleasure.
you lean down to give him a sensual kiss. you can feel his tongue glide against your lips, silently asking for entrance and you open your mouth, letting him in.
while you’re making out, you slowly slide yourself onto him. you moan out at the way you can feel his cock hit the deepest parts inside you. the way you can feel his veins throb inside of you.
slowly, you begin to lift yourself up and down, hissing at the pain and pleasure of his thick cock being inside you. soon, you’re picking up your pace. wet slapping and squelching drown out the sounds of the horror movie and you can feel yourself becoming wetter with each bounce you make.
soon he joins you. lifting his hips up every time you slide down on him, making you see stars. the pleasure is starting to get to be too much now and you’ve stopped sliding up and down his cock. you’re leaning against him and moaning out with every thrust that he makes. his thrusts are hard and fast. and with the way his pubic bone bumps your clit with every thrust, it sends your sense into overdrive.
it isn’t long before you cum loudly on his cock, creaming and shaking around his cock in pleasure, making a mess of the couch beneath you. he follows soon after, pumping a hot load into your soaked cunt with a low groan.
the room suddenly goes quiet. the only sounds to be heard are the screams and splatters from the horror movie and the slowing of your breathing as you fall asleep on him.
there was nothing more that you hated than cockwarming. feeling your boyfriend's thick, throbbing cock deep inside you, it was torture. but, for some reason, toru loves it. it’s his favorite thing to do when you watch tv or volleyball tapes together.
so here you are again. speared on his hard cock panting and squirming in need of some sort of relief.
but he's stubborn. his large calloused hands tighten their grip on your hips and he gives you a stern look.
“stay still angel,” he mutters out before lifting one of his hands to push your head to rest on his shoulder. you can see the way his skin is flushed, the sweat that drips down his neck, and the way his breathing starts to become more labored.
you know it’s getting to him. the way your slick juices drip onto his balls. the way your clit throbs and your cunt clenches around his hard cock. you know his resolve is going to break soon.
“please toru. i need you,” you whimper out quietly, but he ignores you, only tightening his grip on your hips even more.
you close your eyes in defeat and relax your body against his, accepting you won’t get any release anytime soon. after a few moments, you can feel his cock twitch inside you and his hips shuffle subtly underneath you. you can hear and feel the way his breathing quickens, turning into labored pants.
it’s not long before he’s thrusting into your sopping cunt. chasing his own pleasure in frenzied thrusts. the wet squelching of his cock thrusting into your soaked pussy fills up the living room. his quick pants turn into breathy moans and his eyes are shut in pleasure. you’re lining kisses and hickies up and down his neck, moaning out every time his cock brushed up against your g-spot.
his thrusts begin to get more erratic, brushing against your g-spot with every frantic pump of his cock. your moans are more frequent and louder and you’ve stopped kissing up on his neck and resting your head in the crook of his neck and shoulder.
you both can feel the area connecting you. it’s so wet and sticky, making everything hotter.
“fuck, toru!” you moan out as you cum around him. the feeling of your cream coating his cock and your juices splattering onto his thighs sends him over the edge.
his hips stutter before they come to a stop and his cock pulses inside of you, pumping you full of his cum. the tight grip he has on your hips keeps you grounded on him, making you take all his cum.
“that what you wanted angel?” he asks breathily, a smirk on his face.
you don’t respond, only giving him a quick kiss before getting off his lap, quietly moaning at the feeling of his softening cock leaving your body.
“i’m going to take a shower,” you say to him while walking off, feeling his cum begin to drip out of you. he looks up at you with a smirk on his face and pauses the tv, getting up and following behind you with all intents of joining you.
warnings | smut, raw doggin, desk sex, pet names (good girl, angel), whore is used one (1) time 😔💪, squirting, mild choking, zero plot 😭
words | ~790
notes | so sorry this kept being postponed, but it's finals week and i need to keep my scholarships 😭
synopsis | your innocent visit to alhaitham's office leads to something less innocent
you didn't know how you ended up in this situation.
your boyfriend, alhaitham, needed to finish paperwork the evening before sumeru’s winter holiday for him to have the holiday off. but, being the good girlfriend that you are, you decided to head over to the akademiya to spend some time with your boyfriend while he works.
but here you are. paperwork scattered all over his floor and bent over alhaitham’s desk with him plowing into you from behind. your breathy moans and wet squelching coming from you two fill his office. his thick cock is deep and hard inside you, tapping the spongy spot inside you.
“f-fuck! ‘haitham, you’re so deep” you moan out, your head resting on the desk below you, eyes scrunched in pleasure.
“yeah, angel? love havin’ my cock deep inside you like this? makin' you cream on me like a whore?” he grunts out, his pace speeding up.
“yes!” you cry out. “love havin' you deep inside me ‘haitham!”
at your words, his grip on your hips tightened, sure to leave deep purple bruises in their wake. you can feel his body move behind you, and suddenly, you can feel his chest on your back, his lips on your neck. making their way down your neck and back. as he presses kisses down your body, you can feel his silent words of love being spoken in between kisses.
then in one swift movement, he pulled out of you, lifted your leg, and put it on his desk, leaving your soaked pussy spread and on display for him. he has a hand splayed on your ass, and his thumb spreading your cunt open even more, inspecting the mess he’s made of you. you can hear his other hand stroking his cock as he stares at your creamy pussy.
“you’re so beautiful, angel,” he mumbles out. “bent over my desk, moaning an creamin’ for me like a good girl. can’t get enough.”
you look back at him with a drunk smile and a dazed look in your eyes. “love bein' your good girl ‘haitham.”
you can see his eyes darken at your words, the way sweat trails down his chest, how the veins in his arms bulge. the way his cock pulses for you.
you can feel his thumb spread you wider and in a swift thrust of his hips, he’s back inside you and deeper than he’s ever been before. the way the head of his cock taps your cervix and his balls slap your clit makes your head drop onto the desk and your mouth open into a silent scream. your drool and sweat drip onto the table but you don’t care.
his thrusts are brutal and deep and you can feel yourself inching towards an intense orgasm. the wet squelching becomes louder as your tight cunt produces more of your juices and cream.
alhaitham can tell you're close as well and brings his hand to rub frantically onto your clit. he can feel your cunt clench sporadically and your moans are increasing in volume.
so to bring you over the edge, he reaches up, wraps his hand around your throat, and tightens his grip. in seconds, your eyes are crossing and your cum is spraying all over him and his desk.
the wet smacks of his hips colliding into your ass are deafening as he begins to chase his own release. his grunts are getting louder and his balls tighten before he’s spilling his load deep inside you. your pussy clenches and you moan softly as you feel the warmth inside you.
with a deep groan from him and a quiet wince from you, he pulls his softening cock out of you slowly before collapsing in his chair, pulling your limp body to sit on him.
with your head on his shoulder, he begins to run his hands through your hair and press sweet kisses into your hairline. the silence around you two is calming, and you can feel yourself melting into him, almost falling asleep.
but your peace is disturbed when he says, “you should visit me more often if our time ends up like this.”
you’re quick to give him a glare and a sharp smack to his bare chest.
“my intentions were pure. i didn't come here to fuck you, just didn't want you to be lonely the night before the holiday,” you pout up at him. he’s quick to give you a kiss on your pouted lips and you can’t help but melt into him again.
“thank you for thinking of me angel,” he says against your lips.
“of course alhaitham,” you say tiredly before you snuggle back into his chest.
“but i think we should get dressed soon, i’m cold.”
warnings | fluff, girl dad! simon, talk of having more kids, lowercase intended
words | 990
notes | 'twas supposed to be hawt christmas smut but ended up bein cute. next fic will be different tho 😏
synopsis | simon comes home from a mission just in time for christmas
it’s past midnight when simon finally shows up to the front door of his home.
it's been over a month since he’s seen his girls, and as the days got closer to christmas, the more worried he got that he wouldn’t be home in time for christmas. but here he is now, admiring the house’s decorations while fishing out his house key from his pants pocket.
quietly, he unlocks and opens the front door before walking inside and closing it. he takes off his mask, kicks off his combat boots, and places his bags down near the entrance as soon as he enters. the first thing he does is silently make his way upstairs to his daughter’s room.
he can see vanessa’s room open as he walks up the stairs and makes a better effort to quiet his footsteps. when he finally reaches her door, he stands just at the entrance and leans against the frame so he can view his baby girl sleeping. a few moments later, he can hear the quiet patter of your footsteps before he feels your gentle touch on his shoulder.
“she only went down a few minutes ago. stayed up as long as she could in hopes of seeing you,” you whisper to him. you can see how sad his eyes have become when he finally turns to look at you.
“ 'm sorry love,” he whispers back solemnly. he’s sure he let his little girl down when he promised to be home on christmas eve and didn’t show up. he’s sure he let both of you down.
“it’s fine simon. imagine how happy she’ll be when she sees you sitting next to the christmas tree.” you say comfortingly. that brings a small smile to his face. “speaking of,” you start. “there’s still some presents that need to be wrapped.”
“i’ve got a few from the boys in my bag downstairs,” simon whispers back to you before getting off the door frame and heading back downstairs. before you follow him down, you close the door to your daughter’s room. hopefully, she won’t hear the two of you wrapping more presents.
when you finally get downstairs, you see simon making his way to the living room, a bulging duffle bag hanging from his shoulder. you can barely contain a quiet laugh at the sight.
‘nessa sure is spoiled,’ you think to yourself. you follow behind simon as he makes his way to the living room and drops the duffel bag in front of the tree. you make your way to the couch and reach behind it to grab your hidden stash of christmas presents and wrapping paper and place them next to his own pile.
the two of you sat on the floor, turned on the TV, and started to wrap presents. the late-night christmas special and quietly catching up with each other made the time fly by, and before you knew it, you were placing the last of your presents underneath the tree.
exhausted, the two of you made your way to the couch to relax a bit. as soon as you sat down you were cuddled up to his side, his arm wrapped around your shoulder and your head resting on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. with the the lull of charlie brown and his friends on the TV, and simon's body heat, soon you were drifting off to sleep with the faint feeling of simon pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
you and simon were jolted awake when a small body landed on top of you both. your daughter was obviously very excited to see both her dad and presents waiting for her in the living room. and without letting the two of you fully wake up, she was dragging you to the floor so you could all open presents.
nessa had gotten more toys than she could fit in her room along with a pair of pink boots. you had gotten simon a new balaclava and some safety items for missions such as bandages and a swiss army knife. and he had gotten you a beautiful handmade italian gold necklace. after over an hour of gift opening, you were ready to finally eat some breakfast.
getting up from the floor, you let simon know you're going to make breakfast and head into the kitchen. as you're getting out the pots and pans you hear simon's voice come from behind you.
“i’m sorry i didn't come home sooner,” his voice still gravelly from waking up. you turn to look at him and see that he’s standing almost directly behind you, so you put down the items in your hands so you can wrap your arms around his neck.
“i will admit, we were both a tad disappointed when it got dark and you still weren’t home. but you being here christmas morning was the best we gift both could have gotten. so i think it was perfect timing,” you say earnestly, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. his hands find purchase on your hips and pull your body flush against his.
“ ‘love you so much,” he says against your lips, not wanting to remove himself from this moment. but he felt inclined to do so when the two of you heard your daughter’s squeaky laugh from the living room. so, pulling back from the kiss, simon looks deep into your eyes before he presses another kiss onto your lips.
“i think i want another baby,” he says, pressing a hand to your lower belly. you place your hand over his and smile up at him.
“maybe we’ll have a boy this time. But another girl would be just perfect,” you say dreamily, a small smile present on your face.
“how about this next, one a boy. and after him, another girl,” he offers back to you, a dreamy smile forming on his face as well.
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