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Omg could you write having a nipplegasm from service top Ellie? Pleaseee 🧎‍♀️

id love to.

ellie can’t help herself when it comes to you. valuing your pleasure more than her own is something you weren’t all that used to. she exerted her dominance in many ways, bringing you down into a speck in willing submission. the way her fingers tasted while she pressed them further down your throat, praising how well you’d take them despite gagging every so often. she loves the impact she gives whenever she touches you, kisses you, spanks you. ellie was a strong force and she can take you anywhere at any time and she didn’t even need to receive pleasure herself— she feasted on yours. to be underneath the scent of your cunt as she drank your natural slick or to have her cascading lips bruise the base of your skin as you lay limp on the bed.

ellie had that power and you didn’t understand how one person could. every part of your body was drawn by her lips, her fingers, tongue and words— each syllable engraving around the throbbing of your clit, burying in your folds as she praises you for being her ‘good girl’.

ellie loved you and most importantly, she fucking loved your breasts.

the way they sit in any top you wore, she found herself eyeing them and it’s shape. in the comfort of your home or out in public. whether you wore a (sports) bra or nothing at all, the way they molded and huddled at your chest dampened her lips as she’d run her tongue against it’s flesh.. her fingers would twitch needing to feel them melt in her hands as she’d grope them— squeezing them into your chest and watching them fall in between the grip of her fingers.

she’d love to touch them at any time she could, laying in bed, showering together, or even when cooking, her hands would always find their way to hold them. she’d whisper in your ear, kissing the side of your jaw as you moan into the nothingness of the air, loving how her rough fingers would lift your shirt just to bruise your skin with her daily fix.

it came to the point where she’d shyly ask to dove fuck them. standing with her pants around her thighs and you on your knees, trying so desperately to bump her clit against your nipples as she’d fuck them. she’d hold them together, loving how you’d watch her hump them without a care but the need to achieve her orgasm. she fucking loved it when you’d lay on your back, holding onto her waist, guiding her— holding onto them and slapping them against her cunt— or press them up against another while she pounds herself against them, feeling the soft flesh collide against her wet, swollen clit. burying herself in your body, loving the way her slick painted and glowed against your skin.

she loved the way they tasted, sucking and rolling her tongue, fingers, nose— pressing her face in between them as you coo at how cute ellie is being and how needy she is from your breasts alone. the harsh sucks of her hollowing cheeks, inhaling them and prodding her tongue at the hardened bud, you could feel your body shake in a chill.

“ellie…” you’d call out, your thighs hugging around her waist as you sat in her lap, her hands roaming all over your body.

she looked up so sweetly with those pretty green eyes, not one thought in her brain other than the contentment of how full her mouth was while she sucked your breasts. she’d push them together, trying to take both nipples into her mouth, greedy for them both, littering the tip of her tongue around it before pulling on them with every hard suck. she paid close attention to them, sharp slaps every so often— the sting making you shake— just to see them bounce in her face.

“fuck…” she’d breathed, “i love your fucking tits.”

she couldn’t find herself to stop. she didn’t want to stop. the ridges of her teeth softly encapsulating your nipple as she pulled back, as the other was pinched by her fingers, then flicked by her middle and pointer. from past experiences, yes they’d touch your breasts, sucked them and groped them every so often but the way ellie made it feel like your breast had been her obligation to pleasure made your body heat with loving embarrassment. she kept her eyes on you, analyzing the smallest movement she made, enjoying the wince your face would form at her teeth rolling down and clamping on your nipple.

she’d last minutes, clothed, soiling her own boxers to the point where her slick interweaved through the thick of her jeans, humping up into your grinding hips. each suck, you felt a shot of electricity puddle at your clit and strike through every one of of your veins— your heart quickening in pace as you felt the familiar high approach at the bottom of your gullet.

“ellie i think…” you announced, you hands falling into the strands of her auburn hair, gripping tight as you push her face closer into your breasts. “don’t stop… please… don’t stop… fuck…”

never would you have thought that this feeling could come from from her playing with your breasts, her sucks wet and wicked, spit falling down your stomach and spreading thighs. it all hit you at once, your lips widening as they blew its melodic hum. ellie smiled against your breasts, recognizing that expression you gave, you had came, just from her sucking on your tits.

with one last suck, a loud pop echoed as she released her lips, your body shivering in her embrace, nodding her head, feeling proud that she gave you what you deserved, “did you just cum for me playing with your nipples?” she breathed.

now she’ll never let this go and neither would you.

\(^ヮ^)/\(^ヮ^)/\(^ヮ^)/ stuck with me forever XD

Hi! I absolutely love your writing and I've been stalking your page for a while now and I'm really surprised no one requested that one old tik tok trends of S/Os grabbing thier partners feet from under the bed.

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The way I cackled over this. I love a good prank, especially when there is nothing malicious or nasty behind it. Thank you so much for sending this in!! I had a freaking blast with this. Also, genuinely startled/surprised 141 is just a hilarious concept to me. Enjoy!!

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Task Force 141 x Reader (can be read as gn!reader)

Content & Warnings (MDNI): swearing, hijinks & shenanigans, pranks, established relationship

Word Count: 800

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John Price

It’s unfair to do this to John, but he makes it so easy. He falls for every one of your pranks. Speedwalks right into them.

And this one is no exception.

You’ve smushed yourself underneath the bed. It’s possible you won’t be able to get out. But that’s a problem for later. Right now, you’re about to scare John.

“I’m home,” he calls out.

You remain quiet. Distantly, you hear the front door shut, and John’s heavy footfalls.

“Dove. I’m home.”

Still, you remain silent.

John calls your name this time. You do not respond.

“Cabbage?”

This time, you almost snort. John doesn’t call you cabbage unless he’s being sincere.

John appears in the doorway, pausing just outside. He takes one step, and then another. He’s just out of reach, booted feet near but not close enough.

“Car’s out front.”

Another step.

You grin, and grab at his ankles.

“What in the bloody—”

John stumbles back, nearly trips, and then rights himself. You cackle, and John sighs. Wiggling closer to the edge of the bed, you bring your face into the light.

“Welcome home,” you grin.

John shakes his head. “I’m not helping you get out from under there.”

John "Soap" MacTavish

You silently chuckle to yourself, rubbing your hands together like some comic book villain. Johnny is just off the game with Simon, walking around the house looking for you.

“Darling,” he calls out, that Scottish lilt making the pet name even sweeter.

You stay hidden, watching him pass the bedroom not once but twice.

Even from your hiding spot, you can hear him muttering to himself as he searches room to room.

His feet and ankles appear, pausing just inside the doorway before heading straight to the bathroom. He checks there, and then the closet.

As Johnny passes by the bed to leave, you take a swipe at his feet.

“Oi!” he shouts, spinning around.

You wait a beat. He takes a step. Pauses. When he attempts to leave again, you make another pass.

This time Johnny yells, rushing for the door, returning seconds later. Moving to his hands and knees, Johnny looks under the bed—but only at a safe distance.

“You,” he says, smirking. He starts crawling toward you.

“Johnny,” you warn, but it’s too late. He’s reaching under the bed, wrestling you out from under it, peppering you with sloppy kisses that leave smears of salvia behind.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Simon is fresh up from a nap. He has no idea you’re currently hiding under the bed. But you’ve taken his phone, placed it on the bed as bait, making calls on it to herd him toward your hiding spot.

Simon appears, stopping directly beside the side of the bed. Slowly, you reach out, and then manically flail about, grabbing at his sock-covered feet.

You expect that your actions might surprise him. He might even make a sound, or even swear. What you didn’t expect is to hear your unshakably dreary husband let out a shriek like that of a startled old woman. Pulling your hand back, you cover your mouth, stifling a snort.

“Bloody hell!” he shouts, taking a few steps back.

He pauses a moment, and then gets down onto his knees before flattening himself across the floor.

“Come here,” says Simon, voice eerily calm.

Oh. Oh no.

“I’d rather not,” you reply, knowing that Simon is already brewing up a punishment.

“Come out, love.”

You scoot further away. “Your tone is too neutral, Simon.”

“Everything’s fine.”

“Is it?”

“I’m calm.”

You’re nearly out the other end.

“I’ll chase you,” he smirks.

You make a run for it.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

“I’m in here, Kyle,” you call out as you slide yourself beneath the bed.

You wiggle around until you’re hidden, waiting for him to follow your voice. You hear his footfalls before he appears.

“I thought we—” He comes to a stop just inside the door. “Babe?” A pause, and then he says your name. Then, softly, “where are you hiding?”

As he steps into the room, and heads for the bathroom, his feet pass by your hiding spot. This is your only opportunity before he figures out that you’re beneath the bed.

You reach out, just brushing your fingertips against him, then retreat.

“Fucking hell!” he shouts, stumbling backward.

You do it again, and this time he growls your name. Taking a step back, Kyle drops onto his stomach, gaze narrowed as it focuses on you.

“Really?” he asks, deadpan.

“I found it hilarious,” you reply.

Kyle sighs and shakes his head. “Move over.”

“What?”

Shoving himself underneath, Kyle drags himself across the floor until you’re shoulder to shoulder under the bed.

“Bloody filthy down here,” observes Kyle. “Needs a good dusting.” He winks. “Got a spider in your hair, love.”

“I regret this so much,” you whisper.

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Feels nice to be chubby today (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

(you and john price, your bear of a man, spend a winter day together. Chubby!reader)

The snow piled high against the cabin windows, muting the world outside into soft, endless white. It was the kind of winter storm that promised days of quiet seclusion- a chance to disappear from the world and pretend it was just the two of you.

Wrapped in a thick quilt, you lay curled against John’s furry chest, your body pressed so close to his that you could feel the slow, steady rise and fall of his breathing. He was impossibly warm, his body heat wrapping around you like a living furnace, and his scent- smoke, pine, and something uniquely him- made you feel so safe and content.

His large hand rested on your hip, fingers splayed wide as if to remind himself of just how much of you there was to hold. He traced idle circles through the soft fabric of your sleepwear, but the barrier did little to dull the sensation of his rough fingertips against you.

“You’re so soft.” He murmured, voice low and honeyed with sleep. He shifted slightly, pressing his nose into your hair to breathe you in. His beard scraped lightly against your skin, and you shivered despite the warmth.

“Too soft, some would say.” You mumbled, though your voice was half-hearted.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his blue eyes catching the firelight as they roamed over your features- lazy and reverent, like he had all the time in the world to admire you, admire every inch of soft, supple flesh.

“There’s no such thing,” he said firmly, his voice like gravel but softened by the affection in his tone. “Not for me.”

His hand moved again, trailing from your hip to your waist, then higher, brushing over the curve of your belly. He lingered there, his palm flattening against the plushness as his thumb stroked gently.

“Love this,” he murmured, grumbling, almost to himself. “Every inch of you- soft, warm. Like you were made just for me.”

Your breath caught, and you squirmed slightly under his touch, but his grip tightened- not enough to hold you still, just enough to let you know he wasn’t letting go.

“John-”

“Let me look at you,” he interrupted gently, pulling back more so he could take you in. The blanket shifted as he guided you onto your back, his body following so that he loomed over you, one arm propping himself up while the other continued its slow exploration of your curves.

His gaze dragged over you, lingering at the soft swell of your stomach and the plushness of your thighs. He made no attempt to hide his admiration- his eyes darkened, his lips parting slightly like he couldn’t quite find the words to describe how much he loved what he saw.

“You’re perfect,” he said finally, thick with conviction. He leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the curve of your collarbone before nuzzling into your neck, the soft skin of your chin. “So damn perfect, love.”

Your heart fluttered, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from him. It wasn’t just lust in his eyes- though there was plenty of that, too. It was adoration, raw and unfiltered, as if he couldn’t believe you were real and with him.

He trailed kisses down your shoulder, his beard scratching lightly against your skin, but his hand never stopped moving- palming your waist, gripping your hip, sliding down to cup the curve of your thigh. Every touch felt reverent, like he was memorizing you all over again.

“Always thought I’d end up alone,” he murmured, his voice low and rough as his lips brushed your ear. “Never thought I’d be this lucky, having such a sweet, soft lady waiting for me at home.”

“John-”

“Shh,” he whispered, his thumb brushing over your lips to quiet you. “Let me show you.”

And he did. He pressed gentle kisses to your cheeks, your chin, your jaw. He worshiped you with his hands, tracing every soft curve and plush line like he was afraid you might slip away if he stopped.

Eventually, he settled back against the pillows, pulling you with him so you could curl into his side once more. He tucked you close, burying his face in your hair, and the rumble in his chest was unmistakable this time- a low, contented sound that almost made you laugh.

“I knew it,” you teased, your voice muffled against his chest. “You can purr.”

His chest vibrated again, but this time with laughter. “Only for you.” He admitted, tightening his arms around you.

Outside, the snow continued to fall, but inside, the world was warm and quiet. Wrapped in John’s arms, with his steady heartbeat in your ear and his hands never straying far from your soft, warm body, you couldn’t imagine anywhere else you’d rather be.

(≧◡≦)(≧◡≦)

surrender to me

Thinking about how utterly humiliating it'd be to be forced to ride your yandere-

Tw: non-con, dub-con, extreme feelings of guilt and shame, reader is an active participant in their own assault 

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It's bad enough when he pins you down to whatever surface is nearby, taking whatever he wants from you, forcing you to take whatever he gives you. It's bad enough that you're helpless to his advances, that he can so easily overpower you, use you like his own personal toy. It's bad enough that he fucks you so good, hitting that spot that has you nearly screaming, keeping up the relentless pace until your legs shake, and making sure you always cum at least once, though he always always tries for more.

It's worse when he pulls you on top of him. At least when you're underneath him you can say it's not your fault, that you have no hand in what happens to you.

But now, as you straddle his waist, his cock buried deep inside you, he tells you to "ride me, come on, just the way you like it" you feel shame wash over you. He's your kidnapper, he took everything from you, and now he wants you to be an active participant in your torment. Everything in your rebels against the idea, tells you to fight it, to hold onto your pride at any and all costs. But it's not like you have a choice, you know what disobeying him means- you've faced too many punishments to risk another.

Shame eats at you as you begin to move, hesitant and humiliated, but unwilling to disobey. You rock your hips, trying not to shutter with every drag of his length along your walls. You're so wet for him and you know he can tell. You close your eyes, you don't want to see the way he's looking at you, can't bare to see the adoration in his eyes when you fuck yourself on his cock and he can't help but whisper that you're "such a good girl for me".

You hate that it feels good, that even your leisurely pace is making you bite back moans and fight the urge to ride him harder, to make yourself cum, and to feel him cum too. He grabs your hips, guiding you to pick up the pace a little, and you curse that he knows exactly what you like. He knows just how to guide your movements to make you tremble and whimper as he fucks you, he knows exactly what will have you moaning and gushing around him. He knows exactly how to make you his perfect little whore.

It's too much- the absolute misery of the situation is more than you can bear. You're riding your kidnapper, moaning and crying out for him, feeling your orgasm creep up on you too fast. It’s humiliating in a way that nothing else can compare to, nothing he’s ever done to you has been quite so potently horrid. 

You can't tell if he's still forcing your hips into the rhythm or if you've given into it, can't really tell if he's thrusting up into you or if your just bouncing on his cock that hard- but you're so close, and he feels so good inside you, and you want to cum so bad. You should be fighting this, but you’re not. You’re rocking your hips against his and whining his name and begging for more. 

"Gonna cum?" He asks, voice a little bit teasing but mostly breathless at the way you move above him and the way you feel around him. He tells you all the time that he loves you, that you belong to him, that he’d do anything to keep you all to himself. In moments like this, it’s easy to believe that. You nod, desperate for release. "Go on, then,” he encourages, moving his hips against yours to meet you halfway as you move. 

You do- with a desperate cry of his name you feel your orgasm wash over you, crashing down on you and you can think of nothing else but his length filling you up, hitting so deep inside you and stretching you out so wide. It's so dirty; knowing you threw away all your morality and pride for this- you let yourself be used by man you should hate just so you could get off, you practically begged him for it. 

Because no matter how your mind tries to convince itself this isn't what you want, your body knows this is exactly what you want. 

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That’s my man ☆૮꒰ˊᗜˋ* ꒱ა

𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞

pairing:: onyankopon x reader

wc:: 2.6k

warnings:: umm starts off as soft sex, they get a lil crazy (my fault), tongue sucking, squirting, cunnilingus all that. nothing too crazy. using 'mama' and 'ma', reader has braids and acrylics.

note:: heyy.. how yall doin 😅 work below the cut.. dont beat my ass

“You remind me of the sun, ony’,” you mumble, cheek pressed against his bare bicep with your head resting soft against the picnic blanket as you look up at the night sky. He's like the sun to you. “mm, yeah What– does that mean, pretty?” His voice is deep… just above a whisper and in your peripheral vision you see him looking at you but your eyes are fixated on the stars above. “I dunno, your skin is always so warm when I feel cold but– I gravitate towards you all the time. Like all the other stars do. You exude something… mmph, what m’ I saying rightnow.” You fumble, chuckling lightly at your lack of words.

“do you believe in destiny? like ‘written in the stars’ n’ shit? Hm?” Onyankopon speaks up, you feel an emotion behind his tone you can't quite describe. It sounded like… uncertainty, insecurity. “Well, you know how my exes were… I'd like to think those were just unfortunate circumstances that I'm tryna grow from, baby. I don't wanna think the universe puts us through that on purpose… y'know?” You sit up, pretty little night dress falling down to cover your thighs. Your hands holding you up as you look around the night sky. The full moon tonight facilitated an impromptu shoving of a picnic blanket onto the balcony, warm glasses of chai tea emptied and hot in your bellies as you laid together to watch the moon.

Onyankopon rests his head with his hands behind his head, admiring you. He clears his throat, “I love you. Y'know that?”, “I do know that, you know I love you too?” You look at him over your shoulder before turning over and pressing your palms onto his stomach, he groans in faux pain. “Mhm,” He purrs, sitting up to clasp your hands in his own, tugging you onto his lap. “I know that, mama,” the moon was so bright. It illuminated the darkness around you both on the balcony and glimmered in his eyes. You stare. His moistened lips glistening in the light, you scoot closer to him. Chest pressed against your breasts and he sits handsomely, basking in your gaze and touch. Pretty white french tip acrylic nails with bow decor caresses his neck, scratching the back his neck and playing with his ears. Ony’ shivers lightly.

“Why you touchin’ on me like that, hm?” He bites back a smile when u tug at his earlobe. “Gimme a kiss,” You murmur, lips sealed by the clasp of his against yours. He pecks your lips several more times, Onyankopon really liked the texture of your lip gloss on his lips. Hands drag down his chest, following the tiny lines of his wife-beater: twirling the drawstring of his sweats.

“Do you wanna–”

“No,” Your eyes meet his, and Ony’ watches you as kind as ever, with his stupid handsome face. “No, baby,” He kisses his teeth, “Not g'na fuck you out here. Not on the balcony,” his cheeks deepen with dimples as he offers you a low chuckle.

“‘M not asking you to fuck me.” You roll your eyes teasingly,”And what's wrong with out here . . . we got blankets and pillows, s'comfy baby,” He's offered a sweet smile, the lavender rubber bands on your braces reminded him of the colours of the night, so he looks up at the sky.

The moon colours dusted blue and purple hues onto the clouds that bordered it. Reflecting and sparkling in your eyes and your face. Shit . . .

“What I'm asking, is that you make love to me, Ony’,” You whisper, resting your head in his neck. Onyankopon sucks a deep breath in between his teeth. “Grab some f'them pillows.” He uttered.

Ony’ scoots forward, shamelessly staring at your ass as you bunched up the pillows scattered across the balcony and stuffing them behind where he previously sat, blankets included and teacups pushed far aside. “Lay back right there,” , “Mkay . . . ,” You whisper, eyes flickering to his position while he only eyes you, fixing your braids behind your ears and tucking yourself comfortably back into the mound of pillows and blankets. “Mhm, pull it up,” Onyankopon turned to you and gave your night dress a light tug, eyes still focused everywhere else but your own.

You shuffled, clutching the little thing up above your hips, pretty panties scrunched up between your legs . . . you wore some random ones with rainbows on it. “Take it off, ma’,” Onyankopon ordered, his mouth muffled by the hand on his chin, finger pressing into his lips while he watched you. Gingerly, you hook your acrylics beneath the band slipping the panties off. Flustered, your legs remained snapped shut, though your puffy cunt still pushed itself out, feeling tickled and tingly at the touch of the cold air. It was the type of wind that blew before a cozy storm. And you nibble on your bottom lip. Ony’ grabs your knees, prying them apart. He watched how the moonshine glistened against your pussy.

He pushed your legs back ‘till your knees brushed the blankets behind you, “Ony’ don't stare,” a grumble escaped you, body warm. He hummed. Leaning down, Ony’ spread your pussy further with his thumbs before offering your clit a kiss. You gasp softly, expecting the upcoming stimulation anxiously, wishing he could just skip this part n’ pull his dick out. You drop your head back into the pillows, eyes to the stars and moon when you feel Onyankopon's tongue swirl over your hole before dipping in gently. He likes to take his time. He does this a few more times and you whine, eyes falling shut when you feel him drag his tongue over your clit. Then, he's going in; he's licking up n’ down your cunt, sucking your clit into his mouth n’ tugging it to let it snap back into your pussy. You moan freely, thick into the air. The clouds above moved with the wind and suddenly the moon sent glows onto your face, so much so that you opened your teary eyes to see what was so bright on your face.

Onyankopon groans vibrations into your pussy when he sees your face, overcome with pleasure under the moonshine. He dips his face into you, licking circles about your cunt, kissing and suckling, and spitting, and slipping his tongue deep in you. “Ony’, Ony’ c'mon,” You whine, hands dancing behind his neck, pushing his face deeper into your cunt when you feel your clit throb hard. He makes circles around your clit, kissing it and once sucking it into his mouth. “Right there, right there,” You ache when he tilts his head and tongues a spot of your clit and you start grinding your body into his face. He thinks he might suffocate in the best way possible. Little glossy pearls of tears glide down the sides of your cheeks and tickle your ear. Head pressing back into the pillows when the rest of your body arches forward to Ony's mouth. You spread your legs so wide and they stiffened, all you feel is his tongue around your clit now pushing out undisturbed by your folds and you grab your braids tight. He stuffs two fingers inside you while maintaining his motions on your clit, sloppily fucking them into you, twisting them with each stroke and you think your ears are actually ringing. With it, you let out a sob and squeal, “Fuck! Fuck, oh-my-god, Ony–,” then it was silence, “Breath, mama, breathe,” Ony groaned, and suddenly you were gasping for air, cumming hard.

Your lips were quivering, feeling somewhat numb while Ony’ offered you some slow calming strokes with his fingers as you mellowed down. “Shit, you still want s’m cock after that?” He gave your clit a final kiss, seeing your bleary eyes as you sniffle and sigh. Your legs ached when you tried to move, closing them slowly. “Gimme a minute,” you pout and flop your head back down into the pillows, collecting yourself a bit, eyes blinking wearily. “S’ sensitive, m’ sorry,” Ony’ only re-fluffs some of the blankets and pillows that were now pushed askew, lifting your lower body by your legs while he pushed them back beneath you.

“Chill out,” He whispered, shifting to lay beside you and look at the sky. “S’ finna rain soon,” He announced,”Mhm, yeah,” You push your legs out, throwing your arms above you for a big stretch, squeezing your thighs tight to block your exposed pussy from the cold air. “Want head?” you peep at Ony’ who rests his hands behind his head. He shakes his head ‘no’ and stretches. You observe him and openly stare at his hard dick printing out of his sweats. Leaning forward, you rub, ever so gently, along the shaft while he watched you.

“‘Kay, get over right here,” Ony’ sat up moving from his spot, gesturing for you to situate yourself there with a quickness and brushing your hand off him. You huff, teasing, and pull your night dress back down as you crawl on your hands and knees to the pillows. Lay on your back and braids adjusted, Ony grabs your night dress, tugging it back up your body and kissing his teeth. “Keep playin’,” He gives your ass a playful smack and you giggle.

Grabbing your ankles, Onyankopon pushes your legs all the way back. What you'd like to call, ‘knee headphones’ the way they were in line with your ears. Some traces of creamy white release cooled under the air, clit puffing out and hole aching to be stimulated again. Ony’ adjusts himself above you, leaning close and tugging his sweats down, letting his pretty, dark dick fall out and slap your thigh. Fuck, you might cry. Little beads of pre-cum dripped from the tip, he was already girthy, yet his cock got thicker and meatier towards the center of the shaft. “Y'gonna go slow?” Ony lines up, pressing his tip into you and smiles,”Yea, mama, i’mma go slow,” He sinks and drawls out a long, ”Fuck.”

His heavy hand grips your thighs, pressing you down into the pillows. Onyankopon adjusts himself over you, letting his weight hold you down while he all but throbs in you. Legs now thrown over his shoulders and dark brown eyes staring deep into your own, fighting your weighted eyelids. “Bet’ not run, ma',” Onyankopon observes your face, licking his lips and giving you a quick peck, he resists indulging you when you pout and instead kisses about your damp cheeks and neck. “Oh-my-god,” you squeal when he begins to lift his hips out of you.

Onyankopon's hands cage your head, and the closeness leaves you nowhere to grab; thus your hands are left to mindlessly flop back onto the pillows. Nice and easy . . . proper n’ slow, he begins to rock his hips into you, “Why you suckin’ me in like that, mama?” He groans low. Ony’ let's his forehead rest on yours while the tip of his dick nudges the spongy mound inside you. “Ony’ your fuckin’ dick,” you whimper, “W’ssup wit’ it, huh?”, Onyankopon pressed his lips to yours in a wet kiss, grinning when he sees your pretty little eyes welling with tears. “Deeper–,” a sniffle, “Want it– deeper, shiiiit,” And he gives you just that, digging his fat dick deeper with each antagonizing stroke. Your cleavage bounces beneath your chin with each thwack of his hips into yours, tits having been firmly mushed into Ony's chest and you feel like you're gaping. Thighs burning n’ cunt stretching as he slowly builds the well in your tummy to milk you. “Mhm, watchu’ wanted?” You only groan and bite your lips, eyes screwed shut as you lay limp on the pillows getting fucked. Onyankopon gives your cheek a few slaps, “Answer me ‘fore I stop, don't play,” You force your eyes open and see Ony's eyes locked on yours. Brows furrowed and mouth ajar, that pussy felt fuckin’ good. “Yea, s’ what I wanted– daddy, fuck,” You let out a bratty sob when sloppily fucks into you faster before slowing again.

“Stick y'tongue out,” Onyankopon hums lowly, and you're not sure if you can focus on anything besides the smack of his hips and the squelching coming from his cock. You still comply, tongue lolling out from your mouth with heavy breathes. Ony’s dick throbs inside you, and he slurps your tongue into his mouth, suckling on it before locking your lips to his, tongue massaging yours. “Takin’ that fuckin’ dick, mhm,” His lips glide over your cheeks, fucking into you with fervor. He mumbles a chant of, “Shit, shit, shit,” pummeling you with his cock, reaching depths in your cunt you hadn't even discovered before. Ony’ seemed determined on knocking the fucking wind out of you and stuffing your swollen, little pussy full of dick. “Oh–,” wails escaping your lips, “Ohmygod unh, f– daddy, fuck,” you continue to mewl.

Your hands frantically grasp any and everything, your braids, Onyankopon's back, your ankles, the pillows; entire body gyrating as he fucks you. Onyankopon tongues your neck, licking about your ear, kissing your cheek. Your cunt feels sticky, s’ sloppy and warm and your entire body feels hot all over. Your eyes roll back and he's got you so trapped under him getting pounded that you can't even arch up into him. Cunt remaining spread at just the right angle and makes your legs quiver. Onyankopon let's out a tight groan and you feel the curve of his cock digging you hard. “G'nna make me fuckin’ cum. Squeezin’ on me like that, mama.” His sharp words muttered right into the shell of your ear making you clench hard. “Mu'fuckin’, sloppy pussy,” He lifts off you and pushes your legs above your head, crossing your ankles as he holds them together for leverage.

“N– Oh, no,no,no, Onya–!” you uttered out with gasps at the new angle. “Take it, take it, take it,” Ony’ murmured. Just like that, warmth squirted out of your cunt, dripping down his abdominals and pooling right between you where the hilt of his cock slapped into your folds as he kept drilling himself into you. “Mmmmph,” You can't help but cry and moan, cheeks feeling a bit warm with embarrassment yet it's overcome by the exponential throbbing of your clit. Your hand started tapping the pillows, shaking as you tried to tap out of whatever Ony’ was serving you right now. “C'mon,” He whispered, “I gotchu’.” It's like he senses it, thumbing your clit lightly.

“Need it! Need– it, daddy, shit,” You peer up at him.

“I know you do, baby, give it to me,” His commands echoes in your head, over and over. You're gasping, body jiggling off the pillows and slapping back up into his, “‘M . . . fuck, daddy,” sobbing and failing at formulating your words.

“‘M cumming, I'm cumming, oh my god.”

Your hips stiffen up and with each pelting thrust Ony’ cussed above you; a harsh wind blows and you think the coldness against your hot body makes you gush all over his cock while he cums alot. You blink the tears out of your eyes when Onyankopon fucks your cum mixture back into you a couple more times, before pulling out quick to avoid you being too sore and pained for him to move then plopping beside you on the pillows. Your legs fall carelessly below and all you hear besides silence are his harsh breaths and his deep voice asking you something you can't yet register, your clits throbbing too hard.

The moon really did look pretty tonight. Onyankopon does remind you of the sun. Shit, you felt like you were sitting among the fuckin’ stars.

The sweetest thing 💖

Thinking about Takuma Ino, who becomes a father so young when you fall unexpectedly pregnant. Thinking about the fear in your eyes, the shaking hands going to hold each other's, the positive test clasped between them. The way Takuma reassures you; "it's okay, it's okay, I always wanted to be a dad...sure, not this soon-- but we'll be fine. Better than fine, we'll be great."

The way Takuma goes for a walk that night, after you've cried yourself to sleep, crouching down in an alleyway with his beanie'd head in his hands, wondering how he could possibly ever be a good father. Wanting to marry you, to do things 'right', but afraid you'd think he only wanted to marry you because of the pregnancy.

The way Takuma arrives on his mother's doorstep (the mother who raised him alone, young, single) in the dead of night, pale-faced. The way his mother holds him as he cries and apologises at the dining room table, his face in her robed chest. The way she cups his face, and stares into his eyes; "we can do this, together, the right way. You're a good boy. Now be a good man."

The way Takuma learns to be a father, from his mother, who was his whole world. The way Takuma works himself to the bone, squirrelling money away, booking in with estate agents to go and view your first home together in a way that makes your hormonal heart clench.

The way Takuma's head hits the pillow, weary after working all night, then comes straight up again as he hears you vomiting in the bathroom, kneeling behind you to stroke your hair back, holding you gently round the waist on the tiled floor; "attagirl...it'll be better soon, right? Toughest girl I know. Doin' such a great job."

The way Takuma takes up embroidery, buying cheap plain clothes for the baby, because he can't afford much, but adding small artistic touches of beauty; a frog with a toadstool hat, a little trailing succulent vine, a shooting star.

The way Takuma is bright and excited; there for every scan, every class, every milestone. The way Takuma puts on a brave face. The way Takuma hides in the staffroom at work, his head in his hands, creaking under the weight of responsibility. The way he feels a strong hand clasp his shoulder, a beige suit, a blue shirt, a leopard print tie at the corner of his eye; "I know you're going to say no...but I'd like to buy a gift. For both of you. For the baby."

The way Takuma feels so ashamed for accepting help; the way a crib, a beautiful buggy, a snug and safe car seat, all gradually arrive at your new home. The way he tries to insist on paying Nanami Kento back. Nanami naturally refuses, pretends to be inordinately interested in his newspaper.

The way Takuma can't help but buy the baby a few beanies. The way you retaliate by buying an outfit that looks just like Ino's. He is thrilled.

The way Takuma's embroidery has advanced so well, he makes four little Auspicious Beasts to hang from a mobile above the crib.

The way Takuma paints beautiful, geometric, zany black and white shapes on the wall in the baby's bedroom; "They only see black, white and red at first babe. Neat, right?"

The way Takuma is pale throughout your labour, his eyes feverish, your pain so much harder than any battle he's ever been to. The way his tears hit him in a huge whooshing breath, a head-holding groan of relief when his baby son is placed on your chest, wet and crying, a little angry clenched face. The way Takuma rests his cheek on his arm at the top of your bed, gazing down and sniffling as his son holds his finger.

The way Takuma takes you both home, proud, woefully in love, still wondering how he's ever going to grow up and be a man, without realising he's already so much more of a man than so many others in this world.

Thinking about young dad Takuma Ino.

daddy dom!Katsuki who gives you tummy rubs when your anxiety is through the roof. heats up his hands just a bit and holds you in his lap as he rubs circles into your skin, whipsering in your ear how much he believes in you and how he'll never, ever, let anything bad happen to his baby.

This right here ✨DELICIOUS✨ I need more

MESSAGE DELIVERED ☆ ! | 18+

H.SHINSO | K.DENKI | F! READER

WARNINGS☆ | f! reader, trans ftm kami, sadist! shinso, pet play, oral (f! and m! receiving) collaring, leashing, humiliation, taking photos during sex, names called: mutt, puppy, brat, dog | muzzle (hitoshi’s mask to be exact) used on reader, dog commands given, cum swapping, barking…?

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leaving you with kaminari was like begging for trouble and the blonde was determined to break your good girl streak with shinso. nothing a few pictures wouldn’t help.

☆

your back arched off of the bed in another agonizing orgasm, vibrating through your body unmercifully as kaminari’s slender fingers pistoned in and out of your sopping cunt. his mouth was latched onto one of your breasts, tongue lavishing at the hardened nipple with a wanton hunger that never seemed satiated. with his body slotted between your legs, lewd songs of him suctioned to your chest, there was no hope in clamping your trembling legs closed, no clear out to avoid the onslaught of torture on your already pulsing pussy. how many times had you cum already, you weren’t sure, but the two curling fingers within you were creating a shameful squelching, your juices flooding between the crack of your ass and saturating the sheets below the two of you.

“kami, just- i just need a moment.” you gripe, slamming your palms down on his shoulders for some kind of reprieve, a request that went unminded.

it wasn’t until you laced your fingers through his honey gold locks, tearing his head away from your tit that he came up for air, sucking it into his lungs as if he had forgotten breathing was a necessity. your eyes fluttered, breath hitching at the sight of his debauched face slathered in his own drool, glimmering over his intricate lightning scars that seemed to appear and disappear in different places on his skin. besides his beauty, the pathetic whine that ripped from his throat was enough to make your stomach tighten in threat of another climax, your hole clenching around the man’s fingers. a sick grin split his face, all teeth and mischief, filthy in all aspects of the word.

“you like this, dont’cha cutie? the thought of getting caught?” he purred, sliding his fingers from you and licking them clean with a skilled tongue.

he was referring to shinso, who luckily, was still on his daytime patrol. he didn’t approve of his /pets/ playing without his knowledge, especially not anything that ended in cumming without permission. and again, how many times had you cum? enough to be guilty, and boy were you drowning in guilt. you didn’t do this, push his buttons. you liked being his good girl, his angel, the receiver of all his sweet words and soft touches. but you longed to get the treatment kaminari got most times, redirection, punishment. kami seemed to thrive off of it, search for it, poke every nerve until hitoshi bent him over any nearby surface to remind him of his place. his punishments could be downright cruel, sometimes to the point he asked you if you wanted to sit the scene out, because you weren’t like kami, not completely. the blonde liked pain, he liked to be slapped around from time to time. a lot of the time. but when you did sit those scenes out, you still got included in the sugary sweet aftercare.

the soft kisses, the gentle bathing, the cuddle pile snuggles that felt like home. you wanted to experience that intense headspace at least once, even more to feel the come down in shinso’s arms with that silky voice of his washing every worry away. your thoughts were interrupted by kaminari pulling his phone from one of the pockets of his shorts..

“what are you-“

“sending the big guy some pictures, i’m sure he’d wanna see how pretty you look right now.”

“kami, please!” you go to reach for the phone, frantic to snatch it out of his hands but he was too quick with moving away from you. “don’t show him!”

he giggled, holding it out of your reach, “don’t tell me you’re scared? it’s fun when he’s all riled up…you know he hasn’t had the best day today and god i love when he’s mad.”

the blonde had the nerve to wink at you, going to open the camera app to your dismay. a pout formed on your lips, knowing this was probably denki’s idea this whole entire time. the pretty boy sunk back down between your legs, re-spreading them, pressing kisses to your sweat-damp skin. your clit pulsed out of sensitivity, darting your gaze away from him when he went to close his hot mouth around the bud. your head tossed back, cursing at the feeling of his pillowy lips coating themselves in your wetness, tongue rolling out to slide between the puffy lips of your pussy, humming at the tang, nipping at the skin when he pulled back to smile.

“god- fuck- kami s’too much.”

he didn’t listen to your pleas, his own cunt hot and sticky between his legs as he started to devour you like a man starved. only when you were panting, squirming, begging him to ease up, did he take a few selfies from his spot between your legs. your thighs adorned his ears like muffs, your fingers were damn near ripping out his hair, and when you finally came another time you hadn’t even realized the bratty blonde had taken a pretty little clip of you coming undone. the writing was on the wall, you knew you were fucked when the sounds of the messages sending were ringing through the room. even worse, the thoughts of how the violet haired hero would respond made you ache.

yes, you were fucked.

☆

“havin’ fun over there goody two shoes?.” kami spared you a sideways glance as he was kicked back on the sofa, his ankles crossed over one another on top of the coffee table as he clicked through the different channels on the tv.

a deep exhale rushed from you through your nose, your eyes trained to the floor on the small space between your knees where you knelt directly in front of the front door. you were chewing the inside of your cheek, clenching your fists on top of your cramping thighs as you waited for him, hitoshi, to come home. the guilt had been eating at you since denki pressed send, fluttering your stomach with nerves. you couldn’t wrap your head around how he could be so calm when shinso hadn’t even responded, only read the messages. that was hours ago, and kaminari was completely unphased, which was hard to grasp when he was usually the one who got the brute end of their owner’s frustrations. despite this fact, he was all smiles, excited even, for their impending doom.

“don’t call me that, i just enjoy following his rules- unlike some people.” you muttered the second half under your breath but he heard you all the same, even smirked when you sent him a glare before facing the floor again.

“well you broke several rules, hun. one of them you broke over and over and ov-”

“kami, just fucking shut up.”

“all i’m saying is, the deed is already done, no use sitting there in one of those silly positions when he hasn’t even come home yet-”

the rest of the blonde’s sentence trailed at the sound of keys, then the unlocking of the front door. you swallowed, keeping your eyes low as the man of the hour entered the house, still in complete uniform. you could tell by the dirty boots he was wearing. even after being outside most of the day, the man brought in a waft of cologne with him, a scent that drooped your shoulders immediately with the sense of comfort it provided. you waited patiently for his usual acknowledgment, a pat on the head or the usual praise of how pretty you looked waiting for him. but that never came. he only crouched to rid his feet of his boots, walking around you as if you were an obstacle in the way. he hadn’t even looked at you. suddenly there was a sinking feeling in your gut.

“blondie, where do dogs belong?” shinso sighed, tugging his voice modifier from his face and setting it on the arm of the couch.

“not on the couch, sir.” denki bit back a grin, slipping to the floor with ease and pressing his face onto the man’s knee. you turned your head slightly to watch the scene, your bottom lip wobbling as shinso started to scratch the man’s scalp in greeting.

you wanted to protest that you hadn’t been on the couch, but decided not to. you just had to be patient, this was clearly a test, and you were pretty good at passing his tests.

“where’s your collar, kaminari?”

“i didn’t wear it today, sir.” the blonde said simply, setting his chin on the taller man’s knee, smiling up at him with the dopiest grin.

you rocked impatiently on your knees, wanting to mention how you had worn yours. it sat around your neck perfectly, tag with the initials ‘HS’ resting on your sternum. there was a loud whistle directed at you, one that made you snap your head up hopefully. your eyes landed on his face, his features unreadable and stern.

“right here, mutt.” he jabbed a finger downward, right in front of his other knee.

mutt? that wasn’t what he normally referred to you as, it was puppy or doll. you swallowed the lump in your throat, crawling towards him on your hands and knees, sitting where he requested. you went to put your face against his knee, like denki had done, craving any type of affection from him, but he immediately nudged you away.

“i need denki’s collar, and the two-sided leash. go on, fetch.” he waved you off, didn’t even look at you when he asked, he was too busy tugging off the other man’s shirt.

“but- sir-“ you started to say…well now you weren’t sure with the way his eyebrows started to raise.

“if i have to repeat myself, you’ll regret it.”

that was all it took for you to scramble to your feet, a pep in your step as you went to go find denki’s thin black collar. it took you longer than you would have liked to find the leash he asked for, but when you did you brought both items back to the man, reclaiming your spot. you expected praise, or at least a damn smile, but again…nothing. he was focused on tightening denki’s collar and then he clipped his leash to yours, connecting you to the blonde. that was the most attention you had received since he got home.

“there you go, such a pretty boy aren’t you. so perfect.” shinso pressed a kiss to denki’s lips, the blonde tilting his head in confusion but parting his lips for the tongue that was slipped into his mouth.

“sir…” you tried again, to gain his attention, “may i have a kiss too?”

he let out a deep, annoyed sigh, pulling away from kami to glare at you. it was so intense you wanted to back away.

“you sure are talkative today.”

“you usually give me a kiss when you get home, or a head pat or-“

“and you usually behave.”

you felt yourself deflate, your eyes darting to look at denki then back at shinso, before opening your mouth once more. you wanted to plead your case, point out that it wasn’t your idea. you shouldn't be punished alone, not when kaminari had broken way more rules than you. shinso only raised a hand, silencing you before you even could string your words together.

“no. enough.” shinso picked up his voice modifier, fastening it to your face.

this was new, it almost felt like he was muzzling you, it was humiliating.

“you will not speak until i tell you. got it.”

you nodded, reaching up to touch the mask, confused but enjoying how much it smelled like him.

“let’s see if you actually understand, hm.” he reached forward and fiddled with something on the side of the mask.

“speak, mutt.”

given the greenlight, you went to voice something, an apology maybe, but all that came out was a very distinct barking sound instead. it scared you so bad you jumped, looking up at shinso with wide eyes.

“that’s better, yeah? now you can hear how much of an annoying dog you are.” he leaned forward, slipping his finger into the loop on your collar, yanking you forward, “now sit here, and shut up.”

your eyes started to water, well up with hot tears as shinso once again, went to focus on kaminari. but the blonde was no longer smiling, guilt was showing on his face. he felt bad, for once, for trying to get you in trouble. even more so, denki wasn’t getting what he thought he would. he had expected a punishment, but all he was being given was praise and affection.

“hitoshi, it wasn’t her fault. i was trying to get her in trouble-“

“that’s okay, angel. we both know you are a dumb little puppy who can only think with his cunt. she knows what’s expected of her.”

☆

you watched intently as shinso threw his head back with a deep groan, pushing denki’s mouth further down on his cock. they had been going on like this for over an hour, hitoshi taking his time to thoroughly fuck the blonde’s mouth. every time he was pulled forward, you unfortunately had to go with him since you were chained to him. you wanted to taste too, at least lick at his heavy balls that were right in front of you. he spared you a glance, slowing down denki’s pace, drool dripping down his shaft.

“does the mutt want my cock in her mouth too? want me to fuck that little throat of yours?”

you nodded, trying to ignore the throbbing of your pussy.

“i can’t hear you.”

your hands balled into fists, pushing down the embarrassment to beg. but you couldn’t, the room just filled with those pathetic barking noises, whines too. shinso’s face went smug, the first time he seemed amused this whole time.

“louder. i know you can beg better than that.”

your ears burned as you continued to bark, tears staining your cheeks and wetting his mask.

“should have thought about that before you disobeyed me.” he went back to thrusting his hips, gagging denki with his size. he growled at the feeling, dragging himself back and forth over the man’s tongue.

“just like that blondie, gonna- christ- gonna cum in this pretty mouth of yours.”

and he did, held the blonde by his hair and shot his load onto his tongue. you watched in awe as his cock twitched and throbbed inside of kami’s mouth, making him whine at the taste. he slipped his dick free, tugging on the bright hair, “don’t swallow yet…be good and hold it okay?”

god, his voice was so gentle with him, how it usually is with you, and you hated the amount of jealousy that was coursing through you. shinso reached over to pull the mask from your face, thumbing your tears away. you melted into his touch, hiccuping and two seconds away from climbing into his lap.

“kam’ , share with her. i think she deserves a treat.”

you didn’t even have time to process what he said before kaminari was pulling you in for a deep kiss, swapping his spit and shinso’s warm cum with you. you moaned softly as he pulled you in, tongue exploring your mouth wildly, almost too much teeth, but that’s how it felt to make out with denki. he was always so worked up when it came to kissing. you swallowed your share of cum, breaking the kiss to catch your breath.

“th-thank you, thank you sir.” you looked over to shinso who started to unclip the two of you.

he helped you climb into his lap, letting you nuzzle into his arms. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, chuckling softly, something deep that rumbled straight through you.

“that was mean, huh? but you did so good for me, baby.”

you felt like you could cry again, but he tilted your head up to kiss your lips and you almost purred at this.

“took your punishment so well. the best girl a guy could ask for.” he dipped to your neck, nipping at the skin there, making you flinch in surprise, a shudder rippling your spine.

“please, ‘toshi.”

“don’t worry, i’m gonna take good care of that little pussy of yours.” he whispered this in your ear, his other hand patting the couch so denki could join in on the cuddles.

“i need to see you cry for a different reason now...”

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