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A demon simply called The Brother. It doesn't have siblings or any family, and it's ambiguous whether that creature itself is even male at all. It just keeps turning everything and everyone into broth.

Kinktober Day 17: Hate Sex

Hoodie/Brian Thomas X GN!Reader AFAB

[Warnings: rough sex, marking, degradation, facial, language, if you are a minor dni]

[AN: 1506 words]

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“You’re fucking disgusting,” you sneer to your superior as you shove him back down onto the bed, a snarl on your lips as you grind your hips against him - his cock rests against your stomach. . Fire dances in your eyes as your nails claw at his chest. Your brows are locked in a furrow as he grins up at you, anger bubbling beneath his amused expression.

“What?” He asks innocently, his hands moving to your hips before you slap him away. “The fact that I can do my job better than you can? You gonna take out all that unchecked aggression on me because you can’t shoot straight?”

You snarl and claw into his chest, leaving deep, red marks before shifting your knees upwards, thighs and calves tensing as you lift yourself over his dripping cock. Your cunt’s slick falls over him like drops of rain.

Brian’s hand moves from your lower half to his cock, palming it before slowly, teasingly stroking it. “You’re a needy little whore, aren’t you?” He chuckled, the condescending tone lacing through his words like venom.

You roll your eyes and position yourself over him. “Move your fucking hand.”

Brian hums for but a moment, the proxy superiority in him bending ever so slightly to your words. “Whatever you say,” he says in that ‘bless your heart’ tone. He places his hands behind his head, watching as you threaten to slam down on him.

You huff, chest tight and rife with anger for this proxy that treats you like dirt because you’re the runt in the group. You’ve proven time and time again that you’re better than that, that you’ve earned your place but still he hits you with a pistol for the most minor of fuck ups. Your emotions are flying, fire running through your veins as you finally lower yourself onto his cock.

The warmth spreads through your lower abdomen as you settle in lower and lower on him, nails leaving little half moon crescents that bead with blood on Brian’s chest as he hisses at the feeling.

You hilt on him, the feeling almost overwhelming. “I’m surprised your dick isn’t as disappointing as your personality,” you manage to choke out before listing upwards, gradually moving into bouncing on his lap.

Brian removes his hands from behind his head and grips your thighs tightly, rough, calloused hands with short nails digging into your soft flesh as he does so. He grits his teeth as you bounce on him, his balls growing tight at the feeling of your cunt squeezing around him as if you were hungering for him.

“Your cunt is swallowing my dick so eagerly and you think you have room to talk?” Brian teases through a sneer as he bucks his hips upwards to meet you. “You’re a fucking liar and your body is telling me otherwise.” His hands fly up to your waist, gripping you tightly like he doesn’t care that he’s hurting you before slamming you down onto the bed, the air getting knocked from your lungs.

You gasp and glare up at him, barely even able to process that he’s got you spread wide open for him before he’s pounding back into you. You moan loudly, hissing and growling, slowly giving into the pleasure as his fingers pinch and prod your clit.

Brian’s hips roll forwards, again and again. His upper pubic area brushes against you with every roll and you can’t help but tilt your hips upwards to meet him. His hazel colored eyes look at you with nothing short of disdain before he brings his mouth downwards, pressing nips of his teeth to your collar and shoulder before working up to your neck.

Your hands, that were pressed against his chest, unhook from his now red marked skin to his back where you sink your claws in and rake up and down. You mewl through the pleasure and curse him out at the same time.

“I hate liars,” Brian mumbles against the sensitive skin of your neck. “Think you deserve to get punished for lying to this group’s right hand-”

Your eyes roll upwards as you curl into him upon the prickling sensation of teeth biting into your neck. You can feel his canines sink into the flesh, marking you before he pops off and instead trades the bites for bruises. “You fucking animal-!” You seethe, knowing there’s no way to explain the marks he’s leaving on you. It’s the middle of summer - how the hell are you going to handle that?

“Don’t lie again to me,” Brian darkly warns as his fingers pinch your clit harshly and begin to roll the overworked bundle of nerves that send almost painful waves of electrified pleasure through your fluttering cunt and out towards the rest of your body. “If you do, I’ll make that bite mark symmetrical.”

You want to snarkily reply to him when the feeling of him rutting into you clouds over any thoughts you may have. You can feel every vein and his full length, how his head is still weeping precum and how he’s getting deeper and deeper with every thrust. You want to tell him something demeaning, but it would be a lie. Your body is a slave to the pleasure.

Your hips continually buck upwards to meet his thrusts as you also grind against his hand for the clitoral stimulation. Everything feels fuzzy and what you would describe as TV static. Your eyes are lost watching his muscles contract with every pounding, and his breath his like fire on your skin.

“I fucking-” you gasp when he presses yout clit particularly hard, “-hate you. You’re a goddamn nightmare in human form and I-” your thoughts are derailed when he pushes deeply inside of you, the thick, heavy thrust pressing you into the mattress while his teeth bite at your collarbone.

“Stupid whores need to mind their manners,” he huffs, accenting every syllable with an even harsher thrust. “That cost you.”

“Cost me - ah - what?”

Brian’s eyes briefly look up at you with nothing short of mischief before he subtly shakes his head. “Remember your place or I’ll put you back there myself.”

Suddenly, his thrusts become damn near erratic. He’s moving faster, harder, and working your clit so hard you can’t help but clamp your thighs around him and screech to the heavens how much you hate that he’s making you feel as good as he does.

Your body is practically pulsing, humming, beating in sync with your abused cunt that’s begging for release. You’re gripping Brian so hard that you’re sure Tim is going to ask if he got into a fight with a bear. Your ears melt at the sound of him calling you every awful thing under the sun. He really hates you, doesn’t he?

“You gonna cum on my cock?” Brian rasps against you. “You gonna show me how pathetic you are and bust all over the cock of the man you hate the most?” He giggles almost gleefully as you pant beneath him. “Isn’t that rich? You’re so fucking stupid that you’d actually get off to me fucking you like a whore even though I treat you like one,” he continues to ramble off, his voice low and slightly sing-songy. He likes seeing your frustration. “Cum on my cock then, show me how stupid you really are.”

The floodgates burst and you spasm around him, your body feeling lighter than air as static and symphonies overtake your vision and hearing. You can hear your heart pounding in your chest as your cunt waterfalls over him, squeezing and pulsing as he continues to rut inside of you. A loud, pained moan leaves your throat from the sheer overstimulation as arch into his chest, nails digging in so deep that you’re not sure you can even be pried off of him when suddenly, he pushes you off of him.

Brian’s thick cock leaves your hungry cunt and before you know it, he’s planted a knee by the side of your head and his cock is waving in front of your face. He wraps his hand around it and begins to stroke it, quickly. He snorts like a bull as he tilts his head back. “Open your mouth.”

Not needing to be told twice, you open your mouth, tongue lolling out slightly and watch for a split second as thick ropes of cum begin to rain down from the head of his cock. Your eyes flutter shut on instinct before the spurts hit your face. You feel warmth splashing over the bridge of your nose, your brow bone, your cheeks before your intuition says he’s done.

You slowly peel your eyes open, the sticky liquid blanketing your face before it slowly begins to drip down as you tilt your head upwards. You see Brian’s lips pulled into a smile.

“What?”

He chuckles, his eyes checking you over.

You feel heat rise to your cheeks. This is the first time he’s ever looked at you with content.

Masky & Hoodie

Can you spot the Operator?

shorthands for dumbassery that i have grown to love deeply

"how dare you say we piss on the poor" in response to someone misinterpreting your post

"_ isnt gonna fuck you" for suck up behavior

"woah. should we tell everyone? should we throw a party?" for who the fuck cares

"and what if the world was made of pudding" for when would this ever matter.

"and sharks are smooth both ways" for a group of people heatedly arguing with 1 guy who is fucking with them all

".. but its about a witch in the alps finding her lost cat" for someone trying to sanitize something to the point of absurdity

Sweet Tooth [Simon "Ghost" Riley]

Summary: You're trapped between a rock and a hard place. Or rather, trapped between a door and your superior. He doesn't seem to mind, though.

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader

Warnings: +18 Smut (MDNI!!!), oral (fem receiving), pussydrunk!Simon if you squint, angst, forbidden romance happening in the midst of a mission.

A/n: i know i said i was gonna take a couple of days off from writing anything but this Simon brain rot hasn't sunk in quite yet but it. is. brewing🥴 @sofasoap i don't know what happened😭 one minute I was vibing to my music, the next I was neck deep in smutville😭😭😭

You shouldn't be doing this. You shouldn't be allowing this. He's your superior. He's your Lieutenant. He's... H—he's...

He's on his knees.

He's hiking your leg up his shoulder. The slit of your dress parted wide open for him to take you apart from the inside out. His arm curls over it, hand planted on your sternum to keep you pinned against the door and the other slid against the small of your back whilst—

"fuck." is all you hear from below. "you're dripping all over my mouth, sweetheart."

You can't look at him. You just can't.

Even though you know you won't see his whole face, you know his mask will be right above his nose. And you know you'll see his mouth, his tongue gliding tender strokes through your pussy.

Hell, you can hear the lewd sounds. The slurping, the sticky wet noises of his mouth playing with your folds. It's hard to do anything but squirm in his hold. He's much bigger than you, keeping you where you are with just a fraction of his strength. So you just stand there and take it.

"Ghost—" you moan breathlessly, eyes glassy and bleary when you open them to try and talk some sense into him but words are melting and flee from your head the more his tongue flattens against your pussy. "Ghost, th—they're— they're going to—"

Words. Fleeing. Faster than your mind can comprehend. A sudden squeal escapes you before you can slap a hand over your mouth when his tongue slides inside you. His chin is glistening. And his nose as it cards against your clit, and it nearly tears a scream from your throat.

Your fingers grip his arm, legs trembling when the heat pools and threatens to flare brightly. He continues to lap at your folds like it's his job. The way he looks at you, with dark eyes veiled with desire, makes you melt.

Those eyes usually are so cold and calculated. Razer sharp and focused on the task at hand.

He's still focused, of course. But there's no sharpness. Not an ounce of ice and malice. His eyes are hazy, all soft and sweet and desperate for the way your essence drips onto his tongue. Desperate for you. You don't know how to handle that.

You don't know how you're going to look the rest of the team in the eye once you get out of this tiny bathroom. The operation was almost over. The target was in the bag, Gaz and Soap are working on getting the damn bastard out of the building unnoticed. Laswell's probably with them. You and Ghost?

You can't help but recall how he was always close by. Especially when you had to lure the target away from prying eyes. He kept a good enough distance, but close enough that you could feel the darkness of his eyes piercing the back of your head.

Then, once the target was secured —bound, gagged and blinded with a cloth over his head— and ushered away by Gaz and Soap, Ghost wasted no time in cornering you. Ambushing you, more like.

A gasp leaves your throat. Your hand grabs the top of his head, still covered by his mask. You don't mean to and you immediately mutter broken apologies when he freezes. You try to pry yourself from his grasp, knowing that you crossed a line. The mask doesn't come off, it never does.

But it was an accident, he shouldn't be that good working his tongue inside your fluttering pussy. You hate yourself even more for even allowing things to get this far.

"D—didn't mean to, I swear—" you stutter as you try to slide your leg off his shoulder. "I—I'm really sorry, Lieutenant—"

But he won't let you. You yelp when he pushes you back against he door and you feel his mouth on you, licking into you again. Only, he's more adamant this time. More determined to ruin you.

"Gh—Ghost— Si— Simon!" your scream practically goes unheard as you squirm against his mouth. You want to try and reason with him. But it's impossible to see reason when your head is filled with pleasure.

His hands are firm against you, tongue eagerly sinking into your wet heat before his mouth sucks on your throbbing clit. You hiss sharply, head falling downwards to barely open your eyes and find his. You're careful to let your hand rest on his shoulder, gripping the expensive fabric of his dark blazer, your lips parted open as you panted heavily.

Something has long since strung and drawn tight. The high was far too perilous; if the drop doesn't kill you, it'll be a miracle. And he knows. You're sure he knows because the more you tremble in his arms, the tighter his hold becomes.

It happens all too fast. The thread snaps and you shatter violently against his hold, hand slapped over your mouth to trap the loud cry inside your throat. Your head lolls against the door as the ecstasy hits you like a truck and rolls over you in hot waves. You're writhing in his grasp, helpless to the onslaught of the electrifying high.

He doesn't stop lapping at you just yet. You're gushing and pulsing into his mouth, dripping all over his nose and chin, wetting the cloth of his mask. A few more licks until he finally pulls himself away from your swollen pussy like it's the last thing he wants. You breathe deeply as you watch him.

He's still looking at your folds whilst his tongue glides over his lips, breathing as heavily as you are while collecting the glistening fluids there. It was like observing at a predatory animal after a kill.

He leans in again. You shudder when he presses a kiss on your folds. Fingers spreading you open to gently press his lips against your swollen clit. Kissing you there like he's saying one last goodbye. His tongue makes another flick over the sensitive bud and another and you think he's going to wring another orgasm over you all over again and it terrifies you because you don't think you'd want to stop him.

Thankfully unfortunately, he draws away and finally lets you go. You faintly whimper at the last sight of his mouth before he draws the mask over his face.

Your legs were shaky as you made your way back. It was still hard to catch your breath. The alcohol in your blood has long since burned out by the time Lieutenant Riley was done with you. Regardless of that, you still stumbled on your feet.

Thankfully, Soap was right there to catch you. He was just as surprised as you were when he did. "You alright, lass?"

You smoothen over your dress as you quietly nod, not trusting your voice to speak for you. Another hand gently palms over the small of your back. In an instant, you're as stiff as a board when you feel him behind you.

"Exfil's here, love." he says. "Time to go."

The throbbing between your thighs returns with a vengeance. You barely manage to suppress a whimper.

You don't think you're going to catch a wink of sleep tonight. The worst part about it is that it'll have nothing to do with the mission.

support my ko-fi I don't even know what I'm supposed to do with this. do i leave it as it is? do i turn it into a mini-series? what's happening, brain? idk.

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