After suffering a gunshot wound, you wake up in a hospital bed with Ghost sitting by your side. Unfortunately, the effects of anaesthesia leave you unable to recognise him and, worse, confuse him with someone else.

A/N: Fluff. Based on a request I received a while ago. Hope you like it, anon!

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A machine on your left beeps rhythmically. The taste of something metallic lingers in your mouth, and the iodine smell stinks your nostrils. Your eyes open slowly, but the bright ceiling light forces them shut again. You lick your lips and attempt to swallow a couple of times. Dry. Your mouth is dry. You need water. Your hand moves towards your face, but a low, raspy voice advises you against it.

“Careful now,” it says, and a hand gently grabs your wrist. “Don’t pull the IV off.”

You turn your head towards the figure beside you and squint. It’s a man, but your blurry vision doesn’t help you identify him. Your eyes travel to your wrist and focus on the closest part of him: a skeleton’s hand.

You try to shake your hand off his grip, but it turns out futile. Frustrated, you give up and raise your middle finger at him.

“Not my time yet,” you declare. “Fuck off.”

“Pardon?” he asks.

“Not ready to go yet,” you reply, tucking your middle finger in your palm and lifting it back up again. “And also, fuck off.”

Personalized Gifts

Summary: (Request) “Hi! I absolutely love your content! I cannot stop thinking about how the boys would react to you giving them a crocheted beanie or ski mask, as a random gift!”

Pairing(s): Task Force 141 x GN!Reader (except for Gaz - reader is described as a “woman” bc of the saying on the hat; I’m sorry :(( )

Word count: idk. I’ll update once I have my computer.

Categories: fluff, request

CWs: reader and Gaz make fun of Americans (I’m an American, so pls don’t get offended); Gaz gets the SLIGHTEST bit of suggestive. Reader teases Ghost and describes him as scary. Not proof read at all. All of this was done on my phone lol.

Notes: Getting settled into my new job. Hoping to get more work put out soon. Requests may open soon. Thank you, loves.

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simon "ghost" riley x（ gender neutral reader ）

i really have to stop changing the layout on every post ... i swear i'll keep this one, i'm sorry

anyway, a very short drabble to help my boredom. based on this prompt:

the sounds of footsteps rang within the halls, both you and ghost in uniforms that weren't yours. "no chance in hell this'll work," ghost mumbles, staying close behind you. the light chatter of nearby guards echoing, "trust me—" left, right, left, right. double checking the hallway, "—we're almost in."

both of you were on a mission: infiltrate the enemy base undetected, get as much information as possible, and leave. it seemed simple, easier plan than many you've been on. although incredibly risky. it was easy to be spotted whenever hiding in plain sight. especially while wearing stolen uniforms.

"how am i supposed to trust a bloody thing that comes out of your mouth?" barking back, his gaze sharpens whenever you make eye contact. turning around, pausing your steps as you stood behind a corner. "why shouldn't you? i find myself the most trustworthy."

"you put milk in my tea."

"that was an accident."

"it still counts."

rolling your eyes, you turn on your heel and continue walking once more. down many halls, too many to count as you stayed on high alert.

right, left, right, left— your arm is yanked as you hear a distant yell in a foreign language. they had spotted you.

ghost drags you by the arm, sprinting down the halls as you both try outrunning the enemies. finally catching your legs, you run beside him. a glance over your shoulder, you see a group of armed guards following.

bang, bang, bang. gunshots fired.

ducking your head, with ghost's hand still around your wrist, you make a left turn down another hall. a right turn. one more right. you had to find somewhere to hide, quickly.

you spot a nearby locker. empty and open. using your other hand to grab ghost by the shoulder, without a second thought, you pushed both of you inside as the door shut behind you.

the pacing steps of the guards ran past, continously shouting in their native tongue. the front of your body pressed tightly against his with little to no room to move. silence overtook the atmosphere, the two of you closely listening for anyone else. it didn't sound like anyone was near.

neither of you could directly look at each other. you knew if he could, he'd be staring daggers at you. another moment or two passes.

"is now a bad time to tell you i'm claustrophobic?" you choke out.

the lutienents hand reaches out to the metal of the door. no budge, it was locked.

a sigh escapes from ghost's lips while he pushes his body against the wall of the locker as far as possible.

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simon "ghost" riley x（ gender neutral reader ）

i really have to stop changing the layout on every post ... i swear i'll keep this one, i'm sorry

anyway, a very short drabble to help my boredom. based on this prompt:

the sounds of footsteps rang within the halls, both you and ghost in uniforms that weren't yours. "no chance in hell this'll work," ghost mumbles, staying close behind you. the light chatter of nearby guards echoing, "trust me—" left, right, left, right. double checking the hallway, "—we're almost in."

both of you were on a mission: infiltrate the enemy base undetected, get as much information as possible, and leave. it seemed simple, easier plan than many you've been on. although incredibly risky. it was easy to be spotted whenever hiding in plain sight. especially while wearing stolen uniforms.

"how am i supposed to trust a bloody thing that comes out of your mouth?" barking back, his gaze sharpens whenever you make eye contact. turning around, pausing your steps as you stood behind a corner. "why shouldn't you? i find myself the most trustworthy."

"you put milk in my tea."

"that was an accident."

"it still counts."

rolling your eyes, you turn on your heel and continue walking once more. down many halls, too many to count as you stayed on high alert.

right, left, right, left— your arm is yanked as you hear a distant yell in a foreign language. they had spotted you.

ghost drags you by the arm, sprinting down the halls as you both try outrunning the enemies. finally catching your legs, you run beside him. a glance over your shoulder, you see a group of armed guards following.

bang, bang, bang. gunshots fired.

ducking your head, with ghost's hand still around your wrist, you make a left turn down another hall. a right turn. one more right. you had to find somewhere to hide, quickly.

you spot a nearby locker. empty and open. using your other hand to grab ghost by the shoulder, without a second thought, you pushed both of you inside as the door shut behind you.

the pacing steps of the guards ran past, continously shouting in their native tongue. the front of your body pressed tightly against his with little to no room to move. silence overtook the atmosphere, the two of you closely listening for anyone else. it didn't sound like anyone was near.

neither of you could directly look at each other. you knew if he could, he'd be staring daggers at you. another moment or two passes.

"is now a bad time to tell you i'm claustrophobic?" you choke out.

the lutienents hand reaches out to the metal of the door. no budge, it was locked.

a sigh escapes from ghost's lips while he pushes his body against the wall of the locker as far as possible.

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simon "ghost" riley x（ gender neutral reader ）

i really have to stop changing the layout on every post ... i swear i'll keep this one, i'm sorry

anyway, a very short drabble to help my boredom. based on this prompt:

the sounds of footsteps rang within the halls, both you and ghost in uniforms that weren't yours. "no chance in hell this'll work," ghost mumbles, staying close behind you. the light chatter of nearby guards echoing, "trust me—" left, right, left, right. double checking the hallway, "—we're almost in."

both of you were on a mission: infiltrate the enemy base undetected, get as much information as possible, and leave. it seemed simple, easier plan than many you've been on. although incredibly risky. it was easy to be spotted whenever hiding in plain sight. especially while wearing stolen uniforms.

"how am i supposed to trust a bloody thing that comes out of your mouth?" barking back, his gaze sharpens whenever you make eye contact. turning around, pausing your steps as you stood behind a corner. "why shouldn't you? i find myself the most trustworthy."

"you put milk in my tea."

"that was an accident."

"it still counts."

rolling your eyes, you turn on your heel and continue walking once more. down many halls, too many to count as you stayed on high alert.

right, left, right, left— your arm is yanked as you hear a distant yell in a foreign language. they had spotted you.

ghost drags you by the arm, sprinting down the halls as you both try outrunning the enemies. finally catching your legs, you run beside him. a glance over your shoulder, you see a group of armed guards following.

bang, bang, bang. gunshots fired.

ducking your head, with ghost's hand still around your wrist, you make a left turn down another hall. a right turn. one more right. you had to find somewhere to hide, quickly.

you spot a nearby locker. empty and open. using your other hand to grab ghost by the shoulder, without a second thought, you pushed both of you inside as the door shut behind you.

the pacing steps of the guards ran past, continously shouting in their native tongue. the front of your body pressed tightly against his with little to no room to move. silence overtook the atmosphere, the two of you closely listening for anyone else. it didn't sound like anyone was near.

neither of you could directly look at each other. you knew if he could, he'd be staring daggers at you. another moment or two passes.

"is now a bad time to tell you i'm claustrophobic?" you choke out.

the lutienents hand reaches out to the metal of the door. no budge, it was locked.

a sigh escapes from ghost's lips while he pushes his body against the wall of the locker as far as possible.

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Simon Riley who gets your initials tattooed over his heart, but not in the conventional way.

The idea of getting your full name spooks him, cause what if he gets captured and some enemy agent sees? It's just too much of a risk for him. But initials are safer. Twice as much if they're hidden behind roman numerals.

So he reveals his new ink one day, during a quiet moment a few weeks after he gets it once it's healed up. He explains what the roman numerals are (they correspond to letters of the alphabet: A would be I, B is II, and so on) and what they mean, and you spend so long marveling at Simon's dedication that it takes you a minute to notice something... strange.

"There's no number for my last name."

He takes your hand, puts it over the numbers, and puts his forehead on yours.

"That's cause I'm hopin' you'll let me put the number 18 there, love."

Home is Wherever I’m With You

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it's 4.00 am and keep thinking about yandere waiter. anyways, drabble with mentions of usual yandere things.

yandere, who is a server at a restaurant and you're his regular. coming in at once or twice a week and always sitting in his booth. you're always sitting alone, coming in after work or to eat dinner on the weekend. over the months that you've been visiting, he's taking a liking to you. you tip well, use mannerisms, and always make sure that you tidy your table as much as you can. although that's why he started becoming fond of you, your laugh, kind smile, soft eyes, and perfect hair made him fall for you. hard.

even if half of it was out of politeness, he was delusional and truly believed that you, at least, had a small crush on him. how couldn't you? you clearly liked him if you sat in his booth every time, and came to his restaurant on all occasions. hell, you even gave him a present for his birthday! ... how'd you even know that? he had no idea, but either way, didn't care.

tonight, he was working overtime since the restaurant was short staffed. while you? your date stood you up and blocked you, not finding out until you tried texting and calling them.

even if he was remaining professional the whole time, his blood boiled. a breathtaking person being ditched by some date, he couldn't believe somebody would do that! and he couldn't believe he wasn't the date ... even if he was a little disappointed, his anger was far larger.

although, soon replaced with adoration and worriedness, he felt his heartstrings pull at each word that slipped passed your lips. somehow, you were still managing to be so kind to him during this horrible night. he was grateful, yes, but the tears that threatened to spill made him want to hold you and tell you that everything will be okay, that he'll deal with that douchebag who stood you up.

and that's what he did. after he paid for your bill, sent you home with a desert of your choice, and waited until the restaurant closed, he went on his way to find out who made you upset. he couldn't let them go without consequences! he had to do something, especially when it came down to you.

in only a few minutes, he'd found the said person with a wide smile. all with the help of hacking. then, after gathering supplies, yandere sought his way out to their address. killing them slowly as he lectured them how to treat a pretty darling, hacking them into pieces, stuffing them in a dirty bag, and throwing their body miles into the woods. wild hogs would surely come around and eat the remains, just like the many other times he's dumped bodies.

once done, he followed his usual routine: standing outside your window, watching until you safely fall asleep, wishing his darling goodnight, and heading home where he'd marvel at his shrine of you, shower with your favorite fragrances, and head to bed as he dreamt about you.

truly, he was smitten. obsessed and crazed. yet, even so, he knew he had to wait. the time was coming, he just knew it; for you to come home with him, to love you every day and night, and murmur sweet nothings into your ear as you cuddle in bed together. he figured that, maybe, you'd be reluctant. but, he knew that you'd tell him 'thank you's and 'i love you's once you adjusted. realized what he's doing is out of pure love for you. forever and always.

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he groaned into her lips as her wetness dripped onto his fingers, "god, you're so wet. i've barely even touched you..." he parted from her lips, trailing down her jaw to her neck. his mouth began to suction on her skin, leaving bruises that'd stay for days whilst continuing his small circles on her clit. she whined, grinding her hips into his palm, she wanted— no, needed more. her walls clenched on air, more wet slick dripping onto his fingers and landing on the sheets.

a low chuckle escaped his lips, he released from her shoulder as he looked at her, "baby— you look so pretty. already looking so desperate for me to fuck you." she moaned at his words. his fingertip on her clit rubbed faster as his free hand gripped her hips to keep her still. "do you want me to fill you? breed your needy cunt full of my cum? is that what my slutty girl needs?"

her head bobbed, nodding quickly as she squirmed in his hold. he sighed, letting out a 'tsk' at her response. a loud slap landed on her thigh as she yelped, "no, no, no.. you have to tell me what you need."

"m'need you, need you so deep inside of me! please— please! m'been so good, please!" her eyes watered, few tears spilling down her flushed face as she whimpered. he smiled, kissing away the tears that marked her cheeks. "that's my good girl," his hand removed itself from her clit, earning an almost inaudible moan. "mm, being so obedient." he crouched as his lips parted above her cunt, watching as her hole clenched and released; waiting for him to fill her.

he could feel himself straining at his boxers. oh, so badly he wanted to ram himself in and out of her pussy, hear her sobs and moans from how good he made her feel. his cock twitched even thinking about her crying out his name, loud enough for the neighborhood to hear.

kissing around her clit and down to her swollen lips, he moaned, "fuck, you taste so good.." he eagerly dipped his tongue into her cunt, hearing a sob break from her lips. immediately, her hand reached for his hair. she tugged at the strands, locking her thighs around his head. he groaned, gripping harder at her waist, going faster as he move his tongue to tease her clit.

feeling the knot in her abdomen tighten, she arched her back, moaning loudly as her free hand hand grasped at the sheets, "mm— close! aaah!—" she felt his movements stop as he trailed his hands down to her thighs. she loosened her thighs around his head, seeing his lips were drenched in her wetness.

he got up from his position and moved to the bed. bending her thighs back as he leaned her into a mating press. her thighs landed over her shoulders as they were pressed nearly to her chest, "please.." all she could muster up was a plead, and he loved that. he adored her desperate and cock drunk state. especially when it was because of his teasing.

"m'know.. you've been so patient for me..." he pulled down his boxers, his cock springing out as he rubbed the tip along her cunt, "don't worry.. i'll give my good girl what she needs," he thrusted the tip in, a groan falling from his lips. feeling her tight, soft walls around him always had him on the brink of cumming.

a loud moan escaped her lips as he pushed, she could tell he was trying to be gentle but he was so big inside of her, "s'much—! mm, please—!" he groaned, pushing more in, his lips met hers as he felt her moan into the kiss, "you can take it—" thrusting out as he inched his way back in again, "—be good for me and— fuck— take it.."

after one more thrust, his length filled her completely. she could feel his tip kissing her cervix as his cock pulsed. it felt so big inside of her, stretching her walls open to fit him deep inside of her.

he moaned, giving hard bucks as he tightly held onto her waist. he admired her twisted and scrunched face, already becoming brainless on his cock from only a few pumps. he began going harder, faster. her chest moved up and down from every hit, her lips parted as moans escaped her throat, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. to him? it was a perfect sight to see.

feeling himself become close to release, he sobbed into her neck, his hips moving harder and messier, "baby, m'so close— cum with me, please.. you can do it," she only nodded her head, her moans becoming broken as she clawed at his back, "f-fuck!" she released onto him, her flesh tightening as he felt his knot come undone. his cock twitched inside of her whilst his cum spilt inside. their cum mixed as it began to drip out, soaking both of their thighs and the mattress.

even if he was still sensitive, he couldn't help but continue thrusting his hips. tip pushing against her— equally as sensitive— walls, whimpers and mumbled whines escaped her throat, "i know baby," hushing her with a gentle kiss on her lips, "m'sorry but you feel so good.." he mumbles, lips finding their way to her neck, kissing and nibbling on the skin, "let me cum in you one more time, please?"

although, both of them knew he wasn't going to stop after the second time— especially when all he could think about was staying buried deep and breeding her full. but with that pleading tone and his moving cock, how was she supposed to say no?

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gender neutral reader. masturbation with clothing. typical pervert stuff. (a little bit of) yandere behavior.

the day was quiet— the only sound was the clock ticking on the wall. tick, tick, tick, tick. a small reminder, one all too evident, that you weren't around. not now, at least.

even if your absence was temporary, he couldn't stand it. the growing need to see you was growing, and it was becoming unbearable. the only thing that kept him under control was knowing when you'd be back.

his body grew tense, looking at the ticking clock. five hours, nine minutes, and fifty-three seconds. it was still too long... still too much.

"sir?" his eyes snapped to the voice, his dilated pupils contracting. heels clicked against the floor, and soon, a plastic bag was set on his desk, "your lunch." staring at the bag, a familiar logo stamped on it, he quietly hummed.

as quickly as the substitute assistant came, she left. he paid no mind, focusing on the food. pulling the take-out container, his fingers skillfully opened it as he wafted in the smell. it was nothing expensive, rather cheap from a nearby restaurant. although it was special; a dish you commonly ordered.

ah, right. you.

his eyes flickered back to the clock. five hours, three minutes, and thirty-one seconds. only six minutes passed, "fuck..." he mumbled, the itching feeling growing again. his skin tingled, brows narrowed, and shoulders tensed.

pushing aside his lunch, letting it touch the end of his desk. he pulled his desk drawer out; a black, clean chest is shown into view. with a diligent motion, he grabs the key from his pocket and opens it with eager hands.

a sigh leaves his lips, pupils dilating once more as he spots the items inside. clothing, candid photos, perfumes, etcetera. all of it being yours. things to keep him managing whenever you're not around.

picking up one of the shirts he'd collected, unzipping it from its ziploc bag, he carefully takes the cloth and inhales your smell. it smelt just like you; your natural musk mixed with perfume.

the more he breathed in, his pants tightened as it showed his evident arousal. his legs spread wider, cock twitching, as his mind began to wander.

what would you do if you found him like this? force him to his knees and degrade him as he shows you how sorry he is? worshipping your sex with his mouth as he pleas for forgiveness.

would you let him bend you over his desk, fucking you with primal need? him whispering each perverted fantasy he's had of you; his assistant. praising you as he rips an orgasm from you repeatedly.

without thinking about it, his hands drag down his buttons shirt and toward his black pants. working at his belt, it falls loose as he slides his pants down— enough to free his cock.

the tip red, leaking with precum already, he begins to trace the veins of his length. his head throws back, eyes snapping shut as he continues. the stolen shirt had fallen from his grasp and hung on his lap, the smell still reaching his senses.

he reaches for it again, grasping it in his hand, while bucking his hip into the fabric. the loud groan resounded throughout his office. the act of your clothing being wrapped around his cock was enough to get him a needy mess.

his hand begins to stroke the cloth along his shaft, meeting the tip as it soaked in the precum forming. hips bucking up, digits balling into a fist around himself, he couldn't resist fucking into the shirt.

all he could imagine was what you'd look like with his cock thrusting inside of you. the way your face would contort, how your moans and gasps would sound, how stunning you would look riding him with his cum soaking your stomach and chest.

at that thought, he could feel the coil tightening. his grunts grew louder, eyes rolling into his skull. his thrusts became more erratic whilst his office chair squeaked underneath him.

ropes of white shot from his slit, soaking into the shirt and coating the end of his desk. cum hit his clothes, and he choked back a sob at the relief.

once he calmed down, he stared at the shirt in his grip that was still wrapped around his cock. before he thought about another perverted fantasy and become hard, he grabbed the ziploc and secured it back into the chest as he closed the drawer.

and while those hours without you were still unbearable, all that surrounded his thoughts was how much he couldn't wait to leave his newfound gift at your doorstep. he just knows that you'll be surprised to see your favorite shirt covered in his cum.

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he groaned into her lips as her wetness dripped onto his fingers, "god, you're so wet. i've barely even touched you..." he parted from her lips, trailing down her jaw to her neck. his mouth began to suction on her skin, leaving bruises that'd stay for days whilst continuing his small circles on her clit. she whined, grinding her hips into his palm, she wanted— no, needed more. her walls clenched on air, more wet slick dripping onto his fingers and landing on the sheets.

a low chuckle escaped his lips, he released from her shoulder as he looked at her, "baby— you look so pretty. already looking so desperate for me to fuck you." she moaned at his words. his fingertip on her clit rubbed faster as his free hand gripped her hips to keep her still. "do you want me to fill you? breed your needy cunt full of my cum? is that what my slutty girl needs?"

her head bobbed, nodding quickly as she squirmed in his hold. he sighed, letting out a 'tsk' at her response. a loud slap landed on her thigh as she yelped, "no, no, no.. you have to tell me what you need."

"m'need you, need you so deep inside of me! please— please! m'been so good, please!" her eyes watered, few tears spilling down her flushed face as she whimpered. he smiled, kissing away the tears that marked her cheeks. "that's my good girl," his hand removed itself from her clit, earning an almost inaudible moan. "mm, being so obedient." he crouched as his lips parted above her cunt, watching as her hole clenched and released; waiting for him to fill her.

he could feel himself straining at his boxers. oh, so badly he wanted to ram himself in and out of her pussy, hear her sobs and moans from how good he made her feel. his cock twitched even thinking about her crying out his name, loud enough for the neighborhood to hear.

kissing around her clit and down to her swollen lips, he moaned, "fuck, you taste so good.." he eagerly dipped his tongue into her cunt, hearing a sob break from her lips. immediately, her hand reached for his hair. she tugged at the strands, locking her thighs around his head. he groaned, gripping harder at her waist, going faster as he move his tongue to tease her clit.

feeling the knot in her abdomen tighten, she arched her back, moaning loudly as her free hand hand grasped at the sheets, "mm— close! aaah!—" she felt his movements stop as he trailed his hands down to her thighs. she loosened her thighs around his head, seeing his lips were drenched in her wetness.

he got up from his position and moved to the bed. bending her thighs back as he leaned her into a mating press. her thighs landed over her shoulders as they were pressed nearly to her chest, "please.." all she could muster up was a plead, and he loved that. he adored her desperate and cock drunk state. especially when it was because of his teasing.

"m'know.. you've been so patient for me..." he pulled down his boxers, his cock springing out as he rubbed the tip along her cunt, "don't worry.. i'll give my good girl what she needs," he thrusted the tip in, a groan falling from his lips. feeling her tight, soft walls around him always had him on the brink of cumming.

a loud moan escaped her lips as he pushed, she could tell he was trying to be gentle but he was so big inside of her, "s'much—! mm, please—!" he groaned, pushing more in, his lips met hers as he felt her moan into the kiss, "you can take it—" thrusting out as he inched his way back in again, "—be good for me and— fuck— take it.."

after one more thrust, his length filled her completely. she could feel his tip kissing her cervix as his cock pulsed. it felt so big inside of her, stretching her walls open to fit him deep inside of her.

he moaned, giving hard bucks as he tightly held onto her waist. he admired her twisted and scrunched face, already becoming brainless on his cock from only a few pumps. he began going harder, faster. her chest moved up and down from every hit, her lips parted as moans escaped her throat, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. to him? it was a perfect sight to see.

feeling himself become close to release, he sobbed into her neck, his hips moving harder and messier, "baby, m'so close— cum with me, please.. you can do it," she only nodded her head, her moans becoming broken as she clawed at his back, "f-fuck!" she released onto him, her flesh tightening as he felt his knot come undone. his cock twitched inside of her whilst his cum spilt inside. their cum mixed as it began to drip out, soaking both of their thighs and the mattress.

even if he was still sensitive, he couldn't help but continue thrusting his hips. tip pushing against her— equally as sensitive— walls, whimpers and mumbled whines escaped her throat, "i know baby," hushing her with a gentle kiss on her lips, "m'sorry but you feel so good.." he mumbles, lips finding their way to her neck, kissing and nibbling on the skin, "let me cum in you one more time, please?"

although, both of them knew he wasn't going to stop after the second time— especially when all he could think about was staying buried deep and breeding her full. but with that pleading tone and his moving cock, how was she supposed to say no?

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he groaned into her lips as her wetness dripped onto his fingers, "god, you're so wet. i've barely even touched you..." he parted from her lips, trailing down her jaw to her neck. his mouth began to suction on her skin, leaving bruises that'd stay for days whilst continuing his small circles on her clit. she whined, grinding her hips into his palm, she wanted— no, needed more. her walls clenched on air, more wet slick dripping onto his fingers and landing on the sheets.

a low chuckle escaped his lips, he released from her shoulder as he looked at her, "baby— you look so pretty. already looking so desperate for me to fuck you." she moaned at his words. his fingertip on her clit rubbed faster as his free hand gripped her hips to keep her still. "do you want me to fill you? breed your needy cunt full of my cum? is that what my slutty girl needs?"

her head bobbed, nodding quickly as she squirmed in his hold. he sighed, letting out a 'tsk' at her response. a loud slap landed on her thigh as she yelped, "no, no, no.. you have to tell me what you need."

"m'need you, need you so deep inside of me! please— please! m'been so good, please!" her eyes watered, few tears spilling down her flushed face as she whimpered. he smiled, kissing away the tears that marked her cheeks. "that's my good girl," his hand removed itself from her clit, earning an almost inaudible moan. "mm, being so obedient." he crouched as his lips parted above her cunt, watching as her hole clenched and released; waiting for him to fill her.

he could feel himself straining at his boxers. oh, so badly he wanted to ram himself in and out of her pussy, hear her sobs and moans from how good he made her feel. his cock twitched even thinking about her crying out his name, loud enough for the neighborhood to hear.

kissing around her clit and down to her swollen lips, he moaned, "fuck, you taste so good.." he eagerly dipped his tongue into her cunt, hearing a sob break from her lips. immediately, her hand reached for his hair. she tugged at the strands, locking her thighs around his head. he groaned, gripping harder at her waist, going faster as he move his tongue to tease her clit.

feeling the knot in her abdomen tighten, she arched her back, moaning loudly as her free hand hand grasped at the sheets, "mm— close! aaah!—" she felt his movements stop as he trailed his hands down to her thighs. she loosened her thighs around his head, seeing his lips were drenched in her wetness.

he got up from his position and moved to the bed. bending her thighs back as he leaned her into a mating press. her thighs landed over her shoulders as they were pressed nearly to her chest, "please.." all she could muster up was a plead, and he loved that. he adored her desperate and cock drunk state. especially when it was because of his teasing.

"m'know.. you've been so patient for me..." he pulled down his boxers, his cock springing out as he rubbed the tip along her cunt, "don't worry.. i'll give my good girl what she needs," he thrusted the tip in, a groan falling from his lips. feeling her tight, soft walls around him always had him on the brink of cumming.

a loud moan escaped her lips as he pushed, she could tell he was trying to be gentle but he was so big inside of her, "s'much—! mm, please—!" he groaned, pushing more in, his lips met hers as he felt her moan into the kiss, "you can take it—" thrusting out as he inched his way back in again, "—be good for me and— fuck— take it.."

after one more thrust, his length filled her completely. she could feel his tip kissing her cervix as his cock pulsed. it felt so big inside of her, stretching her walls open to fit him deep inside of her.

he moaned, giving hard bucks as he tightly held onto her waist. he admired her twisted and scrunched face, already becoming brainless on his cock from only a few pumps. he began going harder, faster. her chest moved up and down from every hit, her lips parted as moans escaped her throat, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. to him? it was a perfect sight to see.

feeling himself become close to release, he sobbed into her neck, his hips moving harder and messier, "baby, m'so close— cum with me, please.. you can do it," she only nodded her head, her moans becoming broken as she clawed at his back, "f-fuck!" she released onto him, her flesh tightening as he felt his knot come undone. his cock twitched inside of her whilst his cum spilt inside. their cum mixed as it began to drip out, soaking both of their thighs and the mattress.

even if he was still sensitive, he couldn't help but continue thrusting his hips. tip pushing against her— equally as sensitive— walls, whimpers and mumbled whines escaped her throat, "i know baby," hushing her with a gentle kiss on her lips, "m'sorry but you feel so good.." he mumbles, lips finding their way to her neck, kissing and nibbling on the skin, "let me cum in you one more time, please?"

although, both of them knew he wasn't going to stop after the second time— especially when all he could think about was staying buried deep and breeding her full. but with that pleading tone and his moving cock, how was she supposed to say no?