Friendly_Monster

bear!price who’s quiet and looming, and big, you can see that he’s big of course he is he’s a bear hybrid, but you don’t realize that that’s him not even standing at full height, not even standing with his tired shoulders straight and broad, and when he does, when he unfolds into his true height and breadth, he’s so fucking big

bear!price who by far prefers nature to the city, solitude to crowds, and takes every opportunity he can on leave to go camping somewhere, his favorite places are far flung and often cold, and he finally decides to pull the trigger, buys a patch of land in the middle of nowhere, builds himself a self sustaining cabin (all the necessary luxuries like hot water, old man like him needs it, and it’ll serve as a good safe house if he or the team ever need it so it’s a good investment)

bear!price who prefers to hunt his own food when he can do so, rather than just go to the supermarket or a restaurant like other hybrids nowadays, he likes the hunt, likes to be responsible for his own meals, and one day at that Alaskan cabin he’s out by the river for salmon, and when he reaches in for a fish what he hauls out is an otter, which quickly shifts in his heavy hand into a woman, soaked and shivering in the chill air, her little round ears flat to her head and thick, furry tail wrapped around her long legs

bear!price who brings her into his house, sets her in front of the roaring fire with a plateful of salmon and gently pulls her story out of her: she’s not wild, not feral, she just got lost on a hike a few days ago and as an otter hybrid she’s warmer and safer in freshwater than out in the wild…even if it means she’s floated down the river while she slept and now she doesn’t know WHERE the hell she is

bear!price who feeds her and puts her in his clothes (she lost hers in the first shift poor thing) who has to carry her around the cabin because she’s so clumsy on land, and wraps her in his blankets and can’t stop looking at her. can’t stop rubbing her soft little ears between his thumb and forefinger, making her blush and shudder, can’t stop petting her tail tucked beside her on the one chair in his cabin that he insisted she take

bear!price who, when she says that she’s still cold that night, takes great pleasure in wrapping her in his arms and pressing her down into the bed, who swallows each of the adorable little squeaks she makes as he nuzzles her throat, forces her thighs wide to fit his hips, and forces his cock inside

bear!price who’s too big for a pretty little otter like her but makes her take it anyway, crooning that she can take it she’s doing so good just hold out a little longer he just needs to fuck his scent into her so she smells right and he can sleep, licks her tears off her cheeks when she cums as his cockhead rams up against her womb, little claws raking ineffectively at his skin never able to break through

imagine if Nikolai, methodical and calculating to a T, met someone who's forgetful, chaotic, and just fully disorganised at a coffee shop or something when they tripped on their own foot and spilled their overly sweet (thankfully cold) drink on his clothes and they're so flustered and embarrassed and he's jyst thinking "aww, poor thing needs me"

ANYWAY NO PRESSURE BYEE

UM YES ABSOLUTELY I LOVE (also sorry this took me literally forever to get to, i had to exorcise graves from my brain first haha)

lets break this down, shall we?

nikolai has one true vice. sure he smokes, and he fucks, and he drinks, but he doesn't treat any of those like vices, like things that if he were denied he'd tear apart entire countries for. no. his vice is control. and he controls everything around him. and he can't understand, doesn't even bother to pretend to understand, why other people don't get the same satisfaction out of it he does.

nikolai is careful. he's smart and he's careful and he uses both of those things like weapons, because in his business if you're not careful and smart you're dead. it's second nature to him now, the methodical sweeps of all rooms he enters (only after he's researched the building it's blueprints and history and ownership etc the night before), the triple checking of intricate locks (that he made with his own hands or under his supervision because there's no such thing as too careful), all of it.

nikolai has every moment of his life planned out, every year, every month, every day, every minute. and he likes it like that. he's got built in failsafes for when those plans get shot to smithereens, especially as situations develop and blow up in his or the 141's faces. but that's only to be expected, in his line of work. he prepares for multiple possible shit shows, he's got plans for a hundred different types of apocalypses, the man views life as a chess game, one that he is indisputably winning.

nikolai loves a routine, and especially he loves his new morning routines when he turns into his coffee shop and finds a new face tucked away in the corner of the shop at four forty each morning, studying on a lilac ipad with matching headphones and an external keyboard. she's fascinating, because it just took one morning for him to realize she was his exact opposite. the papers she pulls out from her bag are crunkled and crumpled and disorganized. her pretty hair is always slipping out of the haphazard knot she's stuck it in on top of her head. and she's clumsy. she got up to ask for a refill the first morning he noticed her. it wasn't a tiny shop, and there were just the two of them in there, if he hadn't known better to pay attention to her hands he would've thought she was just a pickpocketer when she tripped over nothing and landed hard against his chest.

nikolai might have a new vice. because it's plain to see, watching her shuffle anxiously through her papers and try to find hastily scrawled sticky notes she's left for herself (the one she's looking for at the moment is stuck to the bottom of her shoe), that she needs some order in her life. that she needs discipline. and nikolai is going to give it to her. going to fill her life with structure, not to suffocate her, sweet little chaotic whirlwind that she is, but to give her the proper environment to truly blossom. to ease that tearful panic in her face when she realizes she can't find the note, that vanishes into a blinding smile when he offers it to her between his fingers after a careful extraction.

simon was a selfish man, a pure debauched and corrupt soul with immoral fantasies. none of which he had acted out, because no one had satisfied that one itch he couldn't scratch, until he caught eye of a sweet thing like you.

met purely in passing, not sparing him a second glance as you ushered by. he wasn't surprised, a pretty thing like you wouldn't dare pay mind to a sickening man such as himself, even if you hadn't known it in the moment.

but he knew he had to have you, oh, you were such an enigma, one he wanted to pry apart himself, crack you rib by rib until your heart laid unprotected to him. such a pretty thing he wanted to have.

oh, and even prettier you are when you cried, thrashing and writhing against him. you fought hard, harder than he expected for a little darling he painted you to be. his dark voice cooed in your ear, asking, almost sweetly, for you to calm down.

how could you, though, as he took you far from the city, a little cabin in the woods with smoke billowing out of the brick chimney. homey, almost, if it weren't for the fact he dragged you through the forest, hauling you roughly over his shoulder the more you struggled.

he kept you in the dark, dingy depths of the cellar, your soft sobs causing his skin to crawl. sure, he felt bad at your broken cries, but he wasn't plagued with guilt, or remorse, it didn't keep him up at night.

he was a poor man, a social reject, and the fact you treated him as such is what kept him up. he was gruff, blunt, unwanted and cryptic. it didn't stop him from fucking his fist, rough palm tightly wound around his aching, meaty cock drooling with pre. head thrown back and pupils blown as he imagined your tear-stained face before he came on his soft stomach, cleaned himself up, and rolled over in bed.

but he took care of you, or at least he tried. you didn't eat the food he beared, in fear of poison, or wear the clothes he provided, because maybe that would be acceptance. it caused a frown to watch you grow thinner.

he watched the way you recoiled from his dirty hands, stained and tainted, even he was hesitant to touch your pure skin, but after a while, he realised you might never come around, and he couldn't let you starve. not after all his effort.

sure, you were squirming under his muscly arms, nails digging into his flesh as he gently spooned food to your lips, holding you against his broad chest. it was a slow process, but the more he managed through to your throat, the more you relaxed.

your body remained tense and poised, but at least you were no longer fighting him and now eating. admittedly, it tasted good, and maybe that's where everything turned around, he thought.

18+

Price loves to overstimulate you until you're in tears. Pussy sore and throbbing. His fingers deep inside you, massaging your insides until you cum again and again while your moaning and whining. He holds you down to get every last drop out.

Soap is an absolute pussy eater at heart. He'll dive down for breakfast, lunch and dinner. He especially loves it when you're freshly out of the gym or work and he smells how musky and sweaty you got. You get embarrassed but he tells you it adds "flavor."

Gaz likes to hold your hands, his fingers slotted between yours as he gently fucks you into the mattress. It makes it so much more intimate to him. And he whispers sweet words and encourages into your ear to send you over the edge.

Keegan loves making out with you the entire time. Teeth biting your lip and tongue, his own tongue deep in your mouth like he's trying to reach your throat. He likes to hold the back of your neck and control your angle to his liking.

Ghost loves to caress every inch of your body as if you're made of glass. Sliding up your sides to squeeze your breasts, then down to hold your hips and massage them, moving them to his rhythm.

your vocabulary is like a teenage boys'. the word 'fuck' is thrown between like, every other word.

the guys think its hilarious. you're this tiny, angry little spitfire, swearing like a sailor.

for some reason though, it really bothers Price. the other guys swearing doesn't really bother him all that much, but with you... it makes him twitch.

maybe its because you're considerably younger than the team, still a grown-ass adult, but maybe he still sees you as a little kid. especially when you talk like one.

Price has tried to ween you off of it slowly, incorporating a swear jar that started to fill alarmingly quickly, (he had to force all the guys to use it so that you wouldn't feel targeted). its suspiciously gone missing though, he'll have to follow up on that.

after that failed to work, he implemented a new rule, swear during the day, and do that many laps around the yard in the evening.

it didnt work though, you've just got too much energy, you're zipping around the yard for fun, swearing more just for the excuse not to do it.

after all else fails, Price gives up on gentle parenting and corners you after a particularly bad bout of language.

he scruffs you by the back of your shirt and drags you to the sink. reaching into the cupboard, he pulls out a wrapped bar of soap.

you begin to protest, squirming in his grip and trying to break free.

its useless and before you know it his hand is forcing your jaw open and the bar of soap is placed on your tongue.

"hold it there until I say so" he says, and when you wine. "do you want to be sent to the corner too?"

deciding to forgo a second childish punishment you shut up, but it doesn't stop your silent pouting.

Price can't help but huff in amusement, ruffling your hair.

"its for your own good," he tells you.

an hour or so later, the rest of the force walks in to find you asleep, soapy drool down your chin.

summary: the ED is overwhelming at the best of times. for a sensitive type-O coming up on their heat, it's unbearable. you try not to be a stereotype, but you can't help wishing someone would hold you. you don't expect that person to appear in the middle of an emotional meltdown - and you certainly don't expect them to be your boss.

contents: A/B/O dynamics, untraditional A/B/O dynamics, pre-relationship, emotional regulation, cuddling, omega!reader, fem!reader, subvocal communication, fluff

a/n: i have boarded the omegaverse train and i'm not getting off. HEAVILY inspired by the incredible Did's 'take a sad song and make it better' series, which i recommend to anyone even if they aren't magnus archives fans - i'm near 100% certain they originated the subvocal trope in ABO so i think it's pretty fundamental. . GIF by @lauraneedstochill

It always frustrated you how easy it is for type A’s in the Pitt. Not even for the stupid gender bias (though granted, that resentment is always simmering somewhere) but for how naturally their subvocalizations fit into their work. Walsh can snarl out a back off whenever anyone’s crowding her during surgery, Santos can bark mine on any case she’s calling dibs on. Robby’s subvocals run like a motorcycle engine all day, get away and follow me and careful and I’m watching you rumbling out of his chest with every tiny problem.

… That’s a little unfair. Sometimes he makes nice noises - a gentle be brave for a kid getting their blood drawn, or an all safe for a panicking victim.

It’s usually the mean ones, though.

i’ve never read a/b/o with the subvocalizations thing before but im obsessed and this is so perfect… the way he’s just a bit teasing and she’s so unwilling to accept help UGHH IM OBSESSED

inspo from this post by @blkkizzat. love her sexy brain.

there’s nothing quite as thrilling as having the man you told your exes not to worry about perched right between your legs. 

you lie on your bed, naked from the waist down while your best friend sits fully clothed and examines your vibrator like he wishes he had a microscope to give him a better look.

he moves it from one hand to the next, the very picture of indifference when he switches it on. 

satoru shakes his head when the toy quickly spurs to life and fills the room with it’s constant hum, “there’s no way wanted to throw this away,” he starts “seems perfectly fine to me.” 

your eyes narrow the tiniest bit.

“well, you're not the one who has to use it.” you grouse defensively.

and maybe you were a little more pent up than you thought, because the image of him doing just that starts to take shape. the man practically lives in sweats, so you’ve caught the print of his dick more times than you’d ever care to admit.

and in your mind’s eye, you can picture him rubbing the vibrator against his tip then all the down the thick veiny length. white lashes fluttering and neck muscles bulging as the vibrations made him twitch in need—

cerulean eyes flicker to yours, and satoru smiles like he knows exactly what you're thinking. slow, full of teeth and boyishly sexy. 

“you’re totally thinking about me using it, aren’t you?”

𓂃 𝜗℘ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. how would they do it? ft. pūssy slapping hcs w the jjk men (gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fujiguro & sukuna ryomen)

tags \\ warnings. dom!character x gf!reader (separate). smut. pwp. pūssy slapping. dirty talk. further warnings before each small drabble :: mlist

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 ˬ

likes to see the facial expressions you make, so he always has you on your back when he does it.

is always teasingly slow. never rushes the process—even if you beg him to satisfy you properly.

the wet sounds your sopping cunt makes, is what he does it for. the view is something he finds rather endearing as well.

- husband!simonriley x reader !

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ simon walked through the door already tugging at his uniform, kicking off his boots. he had probably one of the worse days he’s had in a long time and all he wanted to do was see his beautiful wife.

the two of you had been married a long time, no doubt inlove. but seeing your face everyday after work, it was like his love for you left and came back at first sight.

and don’t let anyone bring up food, your cooking was a taste that might’ve aswell put him to sleep like a newborn baby. you’re his wife in every lifetime.

and boy did he remind you of it.

while still stripping off his clothes he walked to the kicthen, stopping in the doorway. there you were, his beautiful wife cooking at the stove in a navy blue apron saying wifey. the matching ones you both got as a wedding gift. though something was off, oh yeah your clothes.

you stood in that apron and only that apron, he could see the tie behind you threatening to burst as the plump of your ass, your thin nipples peaking through the front like an added decoration.

“all f’me?” he came up behind you, hands slipping under the open back to hold your bare hips. you jumped before giggling, “didn’t think you’d be back yet, wanted to surprise you with your favourite.”

“you’re my favourite meal swee’heart.” he hummed, putting his head on your shoulder as he watched your slender fingers stir the food.

his fingers danced around, the access from no undergarments was like a reward — only until you swatted his hands away and said profusely “not before dinner!”

he gave you an unimpressed look, tugging your hips back. “food’ll take long, we have enough time.” you held a hand up, shooing him away.

fine, see how you’ll like it.

he walked away, not being giving you a smack on the ass to get undressed into his classic — wife beater and grey sweatpants.

dinner was amazing, as usual. by the end of it though, something was off — your clothes!

simon bent you over the counter just as you turned to leave the kicthen, tugging at the tie of the apron. “damn tease, you like teasing your husband, huh?” you tried to squirm away, contesting how you needed to do the dishes but one smack to your cunt? you’re as silent as a mouse.

“all this complaining .. but you’re dripping for me love — you can’t resist your husband.” two thing digits plunge into you, knuckle deep making you gasp everytime even when you were so familiar with it.

“you love me, yeah? show me.” you arched against the counter, body moving on its own. back and forth, back and forth. god how easy you were for your husband.

after a few orgasms at the counter from his fingers, your complains about the fact you’d both have to eat there after were getting loud.

so he picks you up, not bothering to go upstairs — too much time and effort and went to the stairs. you were on your hands and knees on two different steps, perfect level for him.

you watch from over your shoulder as he pumps his cock, pre-cum dried around his mushroom head. you couldn’t help but whine, the sight turning you on. “such a slut, huh?” he positions himself, one leg up on the step beside your head, your opposite leg lifted up to his hips as he thrust in you at an ungodly speed.

his “slow” pace wasn’t your slow and it showed.

so you fucked, different positions not leaving the staircase — easy clean and easy positions, is what he said after your shared bath which led to more rounds.

simon can be an ass, but he’s your ass and you wouldn’t change that for anything.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖

my first fanfic, dont judge !!

masterlist here

c/w: fingering, edging word count: 500+ a/n: for my angel @tojiskutie who suggested this, ps sorry its been a hot minute since I posted

Your make up was ruined, mascara running down your damp cheeks. “Please, ‘Gumi.” You whined, bucking your hips up, “I need you so bad.”

He only sighed, leaning further back into the chair he’d placed at the foot of the bed. “I told you, I’m going to be away for a couple of weeks, and you have to learn how to do it yourself.” 

You threw your head back in frustration, “I can’t,” you pouted, “it only feels good when you do it.” 

He was silent as he took in the sight of you, your naked body splayed across your shared bed, one of your small hands buried between your thighs, your fingers mindlessly rubbing your swollen clit. “Try one more time for me, hm?” 

You nodded and let your eyes fall shut as you tried to focus on the feeling. When you finally felt the pleasure building up in your stomach, your opened your eyes, looking into Megumi’s, hoping it would finally push you over the edge.

A sob escaped you as you failed to reach your peak once again, “Please,” your brows were pulled together in a frown, “you’re being so mean. Please, ‘Gumi, please.” 

“Come here,” he beckoned you towards him with his fingers. You were quick to make your way into his lap, his legs spread to accommodate your body that was now slotted between them, your back against his chest. Megumi grabbed your thighs, hooking your legs over his, spreading them apart to open you up for him. 

He let go of your legs, wrapping an arm around your bare waist to hold you in place while the other hand slipped between your thighs to where you needed him most. A gasp left you as he finally thrusted two of his long fingers into your aching cunt. 

You tried to arch your back when his fingers curled, finally hitting that gummy spot inside you, but his arm held you in place. While his fingers were buried knuckle deep inside of you, he used his calloused thumb to rub calculated circles on your throbbing clit. Your head fell back against his shoulder as you moaned his name. 

“Feel good?” His voice was low and deep in your ear. You could only nod, babbling incoherently. “Aw, is someone’s head feeling all fuzzy?” 

Again, you were only able to muster a nod in response, your heart beating quickly in your chest. “Need to cum.” You were breathless as your spoke. 

“I know, but have you earnt it?” You nodded, muttering that you did. But Megumi shook his head, tutting, “No. You didn’t do as I said, did you?” 

“Please,” you cried, “I’ll be good, I’ll be so good.” 

He stayed silent but kept his fingers moving inside of you until you were right on the brink of an orgasm, the muscles in your body going taut. Then suddenly he stopped, his fingers stilling inside you. 

“Wha-“ 

Megumi interrupted you, “I gave you a chance to cum, and you couldn’t do it. So now, you’re gonna have to wait till I get back from my trip.” He pulled his fingers from you and brought hem to his mouth, licking them clean, humming at the taste. “If you’ve figured it out by then, maybe I’ll reward you.”

"Shut that fuckin' mouth for once, Jesus." Price huffed, stuffing your own panties in your mouth. "Christ, be quiet."

You sob into the gag, thrashing against Price's hold. Price just sighs, like you're being an inconvenience.

"Stop fuckin' strugglin', kid." Price grumbles, forcing you down onto his bed face-first. You kick and wail into the gag. "I said stop, bitch. I'll fuckin' break your neck, got it?"

You freeze. Price makes a pleased sound, his huge palms spreading your ass cheeks. You expect him to go for your pussy. But Price doesn't.

His thumb rubs over your asshole. You gasp, looking over your shoulder with wide eyes. You whimper softly into the gag, confusion etched across your tear-stained face.

"What?" Price taunts, pressing his index finger into your ass. "This hole's gonna be much tighter than your slutty cunt."

Price stretches you out quickly. He goes from one to three fingers in what feels like the blink of an eye. Before you know it, he's lubing up his cock and notching the head of it in your ass.

You know it's a small mercy that Price even used lube.

"Oh, fuck yes." Price groans, "Tight as a fuckin' virgin."

You sob weakly into the gag in your mouth. It hurts. It fucking burns. Yet, your clit still throbs.

Each thrust drags and pulls, forcing pained whines from your throat.

"Christ, your cunt's wet. You're a fuckin' whore, gettin' off on this. Pathetic." Price scoffs, his fingers briefly feeling your wet pussy.

It doesn't take long for Price to still inside of you, hips stuttering as he came. You felt strange. Warm, deep within you. Unimaginably full, too.

"That's it, come for me again." Ghost growls into your skin, thrusts not slowing or ceasing.

Your whole body's covered in bruises. Teeth marks cover your neck, collarbone, and your shoulders.

There are handprints on your inner thighs, deep nail marks in the wake on his touch.

Your throat his hoarse and sore from all the screaming you've been doing.

Ghost doesn't let up. Not when you're sobbing and not when you're squealing. He doesn't care that his cruel hands have left your nipples inflamed and raw.

Ghost doesn't care that your clit hurts. All he cares about is making you cum again.

"C'mon, pretty girl, you can do it." Ghost groans, hand resting on your bare, delicate throat. "Cum for me. Just a couple more."

"I can't!" You sob.

"You can, and you fuckin' will." Ghost hisses, his free hand coming down hard on your ass. When you cry out, Ghost spanks your clit.

He revels in how tight you get around him and the sweet, sweet screech you let out.

"Yeah, that's it. Fuckin' scream for me." Ghost groans, hips stuttering. His harsh hands grow rougher the closer he gets.

You're forced to cum another three times, practically within seconds of each other.

You sob in relief when Ghost fills your pussy with his cum.

You’d been on edge all day.

It started that morning — Rafe waking you up with lazy kisses on your neck, his hand sneaking under your oversized t-shirt, palming between your legs with a sleepy, possessive groan. He didn’t even make you come. Just got you soaked and aching, then whispered,

"Be good for me today, angel. Save it for me."

And like the obedient girl you were, you did.

All day, you followed him around like a shadow — sitting at his feet while he played poker with his boys, fetching him drinks when he barely nodded at you, your thighs pressed tight together, desperate for friction you weren’t allowed to have. Rafe didn’t even have to say much. Just those dark eyes on you, that slow, knowing smile, kept you compliant and messy, nerves wound so tight you thought you'd snap if he even breathed on you too hard.

By the time he dragged you into the bedroom, you were already crying — overwhelmed, overstimulated without even being touched properly.

Rafe chuckled under his breath, looking you over like you were a present he couldn't wait to rip open. "You been cryin' all day for me, huh?" he murmured, tilting your chin up with two fingers. You nodded, tears spilling over, bottom lip trembling.

"So fuckin' pretty when you cry," he muttered, right before he kissed you — hard, bruising, like he was starving for you.

You whimpered into his mouth, pliant, soft, letting him do whatever he wanted.

You always did.

He didn’t waste time. He shoved you onto the bed, climbed on after you, big hands pushing your legs apart with rough, greedy palms.

You could barely hold your own wrists behind your back when he barked a low, "Hands, now." But you did it anyway — the need to please him burning hotter than anything else inside you.

Rafe groaned, one hand locking your wrists together, the other grabbing his cock and lining it up with your dripping entrance. "Been savin' this sweet little pussy for me all day, huh?" he rasped. "Good girl. Best fuckin' girl in the world."

You sobbed at the praise, arching your back instinctively, offering yourself up.

The first thrust knocked the air out of your lungs — brutal, unrelenting — and your whole body jerked forward.

Rafe didn’t let up. Pounded into you with filthy, relentless strokes, keeping your arms trapped behind your back so you couldn’t do anything but take it.

"That's it, baby," he panted against your ear, voice thick with need. "You cry all you want. Still gonna be my good girl, aren't you?"

"M-mhm," you gasped, tears soaking the sheets beneath you.

ᦸ he's big ⸝⸝ p in v ⸝⸝ cervix kissing ⸝⸝ rough sex ⸝⸝ creampie ⸝⸝ req ⸝⸝ not proof read ⸝⸝ art by hunnismokah

You knew you were fucked the moment you uttered "my lord" in the presence of your husband.

The unfortunate habit you'd carried into the marriage from the days of being one of Sukuna's many concubines—when the thought of him choosing to marry one was purely blasphemous.

One that you deeply regretted the moment your beloved husband dragged you back to your shared chambers, already grumbling about how he's talked about this before—many times.

Though that regret quickly subsided the moment that sweet sting of him sinking each thick inch of his length into you came.

"I've told you multiple times. It's—fuck—Sukuna, or Ryomen. No lord, master, or king of curses bullshit." He hissed out, a particularly mean thrust bringing his angry tip to prod against your cervix.

Ryomen's mouth buzzed against your throat—leaving biting kisses on your flesh as your cunt tightened perfectly around him, it felt like a pitiful attempt at milking him.

"M' sorry, baby, it won't happen again, I promise." You whined helplessly into his ear, very aware of the way your hips were bucking up against his with the cruel pace he maintained, "Was jus' an accident."

Your nails instinctively curled against the hardened muscles of his lower back as he gripped your hips, tugging them flush against his.

It took everything in him not to grin at your gasp—or the way your walls fluttered around him.

"Yeah, I'm sure; you've used the same excuse for months," he rasped, dragging his hips in a slow circle. "Remember it this time—" He paused, drawing his hips back with a glint in his eye. "—It's your husband fucking you like this."

Before you could even fully process his words, he was already setting a new ruthless pace, pistoning his cock in-and-out in a way that felt like your body was levitating rather than being pinned by him.

"C'mon pretty, who is it fucking you s'good?" He purred in your ear, nipping slowly at your earlobe.

"My—ngh—my husband?" You forced out, eyes fluttering at the familiar heat of your lower stomach coiling itself up, ready to give any second.

"There's my good girl. You got it right for once." He mused, pressing a single hot open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder. "Do you think you deserve a reward? Hmm?"

"Yes. Yes, I did good. I deserve a reward, Ryo." Your quick answer made his cruel thrusts slow enough to give you both more comprehensive pleasure.

"Oh? Baby wants her treat, huh? Well... who am I to say no?"

With one final, deep thrust, he came. Pouring deep in your thoroughly fucked-out cunt, white-hot pleasure ripping through you both, the mutual orgasms feeling heavenly.

꒰ ℬ𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 :: hi everyone !! this is part 2 of my recommendations !! part 1 was getting a little too long so i decided to split these two posts up. this included the non-jjk fics that i reblogged, though there are a few jjk ones in this as well because i forgot them last time >.< make sure to check all these wonderful writers out !! sorry if you were tagged in the first part !! one more of these will be coming out soon with all the fanart i had reblogged !!꒱

꒰ 𝒟𝐂 𝒞𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐒 :: ꒱ cockwarming with clark kent | @fear-is-truth cowboy clark kent | @pittsick soft clark headcannons | @dcorensupez something like a 'yes' - clark kent | @iipxilf anal with clark | @aurelissima clark and his shy girl | @luveline quiet mornings in smallville | @borderlineex perfect night - bruce wayne | @mooncleaver man on willpower - bruce wayne | @murdock-slvt older bf!bruce wayne | @pluvoia bruce wayne and his needy wife | @dollyivy tired older!bruce wayne | @/dollyivy bruce wayne and crybaby!reader | @/honey-bees-and-snails dick grayson and his loser girl | @babyurlovebitten jason's girl is quiet during sex | @spoookyraccoon gamer boyfriend jason todd | @patientofarkhamasylum you try to take red hood’s helmet off during sex | @stamor acts of service - jason todd | @maid4love tall jason todd | @wingfleur hot things jason todd does | @orchidsarchives jason can't just kiss you once | @honey-bees-and-snails batboys getting a blowjob from shy!reader | @redr0sewrites batfam x crybaby!partner | @latedeparture switching positions for you - multi | @sweetlikespresso need - multi | @froggibus need part 2 - multi | @/froggibus

꒰ ℒ𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝒟𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 :: ꒱ xavier is really in control | @3ardnpc bf!xavier is jealous of caleb | @/3ardnpc cockwarming xavier | @nightplvmes your light - xavier | @pockyncoffee roommate xavier | @colonelkaboom xavier watches you while you put on make up | @bronzealchemy asmr boyfriend xavier | @luvinbloom mornings with xavier | @v3nu5asab0y using your safeword with sylus | @sugarplumpearl sleepy sylus | @catcze roommate sylus | @/colonelkaboom puppy coded!caleb | @rokiibrok caleb teaching you how to kiss | @swanlikely little comforts with the lads li’s | @loveandpeaceanddoughnuts love & deepspace men when you’re on your period | @syncaleb pink matter - soft sex with the lads li's | @princessxmin pleasure bot lads li's | @spacekittiesmeow - i gen love this one soooo much i reread it often

꒰ 𝒞𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝒟𝐔𝐓𝐘 :: ꒱ sick!soap | @codbeforeu sheepdog hybrid!soap x lamb!reader | @/dvg-tvgs being hybrid!tf141's little bunny secretary | @citrusandsage the fox and the farm dogs masterlist | @/dvg-tvgs bartender!reader x tf141 | @ohclaire simon riley's autistic wife | @dvg-tvgs - my go to cod fanfic writer simon at christmas time | @guppybibi lsg!simon x sheep!reader | @keeiv puppy hybrid! rookie reader x lt ghost | @sheepispink johnny has a pretty neighbor. simon scares said neighbour | @yenhan tf 141 with newbie! reader who's got the hots for them | @kill3ill cod men x virgin!reader | @bumblebee5514 cod men x sick!reader | @pluiexx

꒰ ℐ𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐔 𝓚𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 :: ꒱ gojo makes his shy girl ask for it | @sweetieelilii scissoring with bimbo!reader and roomie!shoko | @heaveninruins reader who can’t stop humping her older bf toji | @qoins the jjk men with a shy girlfriend in bed | @himelaces

꒰ ℳ𝐈𝐒𝐂 :: ꒱ resident evil men x selective mute!reader | @sadgirlnamedmaria - selective mutism rep yayyyy you have me, yeah? - leon kennedy | @blythedolly art donaldson x clingy!reader | @tearsandtechno dante sparda in a rut | @strawberrystepmom dante sparda x closed off!reader | @dissolved-g1rl dante sparda x sick!reader | @/dissolved-g1rl making out with nero sparda | @noctunis arthur morgan is a sentimental lover | @threadbearsweater matt murdock teaching you boxing | @starlord3000 the little things they do for you that just make you fold | @reaperexe domestic dominance headcanons I can’t stop thinking about | @/reaperexe gentle dominant things they do when you argue | @/reaperexe soft dominant things they do that just make you melt | @/reaperexe he’s clingy when you ride him | @kissbabie praise me | @sytorusdoll

"c'mon, baby, keep 'em open for me."

rafe was stretched out at the end of the bed, shirtless, his strong arms keeping your legs spread as he pressed the vibrator against your soaked cunt.

your back arched as a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through you, your fingers gripping the sheets in a weak attempt to ground yourself. but rafe? he was relaxed, propped up on one elbow, eyes flicking between your flushed face and where the toy was pressed against your clit.

he turned the setting up a notch.

"fuck—" you gasped, thighs trembling against his hold.

his smirk deepened. "s’too much already?" he cooed, tilting his head. "thought you said you could take it, sweetheart."

"i can—" you sucked in a breath, every nerve in your body on fire. "i am—"

"yeah?" he pressed the vibrator harder against you, watching with dark amusement as your body jerked. "then why you squirming so much?"

your hands flew to his wrist, but you both knew you weren’t strong enough to push him away. not that you even wanted to, because fuck, the way the vibrations sent wave after wave of pleasure through you had your mind going completely blank.

rafe chuckled, moving the toy just enough to tease. "feels good, huh?"

all you could do was nod, whimpering when he finally let the vibrations hit your clit again, pushing you right to the edge.

he leaned in, lips brushing your ear. "better hold on, baby."

and then he cranked it up to the highest setting.

you were shaking.

your back arched off the bed, fingers clutching the sheets so hard it felt like you might tear them, but rafe didn't let up. if anything, your reactions only made him worse.

"look at you," he murmured, pressing the vibrator even harder against your swollen clit. "so fuckin' needy. you were beggin’ for this, weren’t you?"

you tried to shake your head, tried to deny it, but the way your body betrayed you said otherwise.

rafe just chuckled, shifting so he was fully between your legs, keeping you completely at his mercy. his free hand trailed up your stomach, brushing over your heaving chest before wrapping lightly around your throat.

"words, baby," he coaxed, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch. "or do i have to turn this off and leave you all worked up?"

"no!" you gasped, eyes snapping open to meet his. "please, rafe—"

"please, rafe what?" he mocked, tilting his head like he wasn’t absolutely wrecking you right now. "i told you, baby. you gotta tell me exactly what you want."

your cheeks burned with embarrassment, but the pleasure was far too overwhelming for you to care.

"want to cum," you finally admitted, voice soft and desperate. "need to, rafe,"

his smirk deepened. "atta girl."

and then he really started playing with you.

he tilted the vibrator, dragging it in slow circles around your clit before pressing it directly against your entrance, teasing you, watching you lose your mind under him.

your hips bucked against it, trying to get more, but rafe was in charge here.

"nah, baby," he tutted. "you take what i give you."

your whole body jerked as you let out a strangled moan, hands flying to grip his biceps, nails digging into his skin.

"fuck, rafe, please—"

"please what, sweetheart?" he mused, lips grazing your jaw as he kept up his torture. "wanna cum for me?"

"yes, yes"

he grinned against your skin, watching your body tremble beneath him.

"then cum, baby," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple as his fingers tightened around your throat. "cum nice and hard for me."

and just like that, you shattered.